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atlasofthestaars · 2 years ago

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heart to heart

summary:

“The touching of foreheads—this is an ancient greeting. that honors the heart and soul of another human.”

you and your lover have a tender moment.

includes: Liu Kang, Kung Lao, Raiden, Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Reptile, Scorpion (Kuai Liang), Sub Zero (Bi-Han), Smoke, Shang Tsung, Mileena, Kitana, Ashrah, Havik, and Cassie Cage

note: something different ig?? just wanted to do something indulgent and wanted to dabble in drabbles. (these ended up being longer bc. pressure.) I also wanted to take this time to practice writing some sweeter stuff for the love interests of New Era + Cassie bc my friend likes her. idk if people want more I can probs do other charas too.

LIU KANG

A content sigh left your lips as you pressed your forehead forward to meet Liu Kang’s. Your eyes fluttered closed. His hands, which now no longer had their wraps, gently cupped your cheeks. His hands were always warm, and they helped keep away the chill of the night. A thumb gently rubbed small circles, a habit of his that you always found oh so endearing. You couldn’t help but to melt into his hands.

This was perfect. There was nothing more you could long for in this world. Though, you knew if you wanted anything Liu Kang would be there to fulfill your wishes. Anything was worth the smile on your face.

In the day, Liu Kang was often busy with his duties. Being the protector of Earthrealm came with many responsibilities, and the both of you knew that. Oftentimes, you would go long stretches within the day without seeing a hint of your lover. It was simply something you had to accept being Liu Kang’s lover. However, that did not mean he neglected you. Not at all.

At the end of the day, when the sun gave way to the moon and let it shine upon the world, Liu Kang returned. Night time was always the time he set aside for just the both of you. It soon became your favorite time of day just because it meant he would be there, right at your side.

“You look so perfect.” Liu Kang whispered. His voice carried reverence within it, as if you were the god who had crafted the universe with utmost care and love. You opened your eyes, and for a moment, you were left breathless. No matter how much time passed, he always looked at you as if you were the pinnacle of perfection.

Any sort of response you had was stuck in your throat. You could never tire of staring into Liu Kang’s eyes. You often asked if he had given himself the ability to hypnotize others with his gaze. He told you every time that no, he did not. But if he didn’t, why were you so entranced by them every single time you dared to look at them?

You wished you could put into words how much you loved this man. From the way he looked with his silky long hair that you loved to play and run your hands through, to the way he was so kind and loving. You often wondered and asked how you were lucky to be the partner of such a god, to which he always told you that he was the lucky one.

“I am thankful you wait for me every night.” The god murmured, his voice so full of love and genuine thankfulness. He removed his forehead, and you mourned the loss of contact before he pressed a featherlight kiss to yours. Then, he returned his forehead back to yours, and everything was as it should be. “I wish I could spend every minute by your side, my love.”

You wished so too, but every night was just enough for you.

KUNG LAO

Your forehead bumped into Kung Lao’s a bit clumsily. There was far too much energy and excitement buzzing in both of your veins to prevent that little stumble. It didn’t matter either way to you, you were just happy to be in his arms. He was equally happy to hold you, and you could tell by the way his arms squeezed around you.

You always felt happiest in his arms, honestly. There was nowhere else in the world you’d rather be than right here.

“Did you see that!?” Kung Lao asked, his eyes wide as they searched your face. While Kung Lao always sought out approval and compliments, there was nothing better than the ones he received from you. It just made him feel like he was on top of the world. To his delight, he saw the way you nodded accompanied with a wide happy grin on your face. The grins he got from you were perhaps the best type of approval he could ever get from you.

A laugh left your lips as he squeezed his arms tighter around you in delight. Every embrace from him felt like it was full of the love he felt for you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. His nose nuzzled against yours, and more laughter spilt from your lips. You couldn’t help it, he knew just how to make you happy. Your face heat up from how nearly overwhelmed you were from his affection, the love nearly overflowing from your heart.

“You’re always so cute when you blush.” Kung Lao teased, a hand rising up to pinch at your cheek affectionately. His eyes glinted with mischief and glee, but most of all, love. He adored the way he could make you blush and how your heart would race. It meant that you felt exactly the same way whenever he would just look at you sometimes.

You leaned back, a wide grin on your face as you swatted away his hand in a playful manner. Rolling his eyes, he instead cupped your cheek. Before you could protest in any sort of way about his earlier comment, you were attacked with a flurry of kisses all over your face.

“Sorry, you’re too adorable. I couldn’t resist.” Kung Lao apologized, but you both knew he would pepper your face with his kisses again and again the next chance he got. His grin was the perfect mixture of smug and gleeful. And his dimples were the perfect icing on the cake. You raised a hand up to cup his cheek and traced his dimples with his thumb.

“A fan?” Kung Lao inquired, eyebrows raising up in a teasing manner. His ego seemed to only get bigger and bigger with every adoring look you gave him, but you didn’t care. A laugh left his lips again as he pressed his forehead back to yours. It was a little too much force again, but the both of you didn’t care. All that mattered was that you were together and basking in each other’s mutual affection.

You wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world.

RAIDEN

Your forehead pressed against Raiden’s gently as the two of you lay underneath a sea of stars. You two had decided to stargaze since it was such a pretty sight outside. The sky was clear and the moon was full, and yet there was nothing you wanted to look more at than the man beside you. How could you not?

Your eyes searched your lover’s face, admiring how the moonlight fell just perfectly on his face. How could a man look so amazing as the one in front of you? Perhaps you’d have to thank Liu Kang sometime for blessing you with the image of perfection. While being so in awe of the champion’s beauty, you nearly missed the comment he made.

“You look amazing.” He spoke, his voice filled with so much affection for you. He always wore his heart on his sleeve. It was a trait you adored so much, even if was sometimes a flaw of his. A soft smile appeared on his face, the very same one that made you fall a bit more in love with him every single time. You couldn’t help but grin just a bit wider at the sight.

You should be the one telling him that, in all honesty. The proper words to express your love for him were lost though. How could someone express such adoration and love? You thought there weren’t nearly enough words in all of the realms to tell him how much you truly admired him.

His hand moved carefully towards your face, as if moving too fast would break the peaceful atmosphere. He was always so thoughtful about such things, especially so when it had to do with you. Then finally, after far too long, it settled on your cheek where it should be.

His thumb moved slowly across your face before it landed on your lips. It rubbed across your bottom lip leisurely. His gaze drifted away from your lips as he returned his thumb to rest on your cheek once more. Now they settled on looking into yours, and you wondered to yourself just how lucky you were to have such a man by your side.

“You are more lovely of a sight than all of the stars combined.” Raiden said, his voice filled with such sincerity it made your heart skip a beat. Then again, he was sincere in all things he said. It didn’t make you swoon over him any less. “I’m so lucky.” He confessed, humble as ever. You sighed at his little comment, withdrawing from his forehead to press a soft kiss on the tip of his nose for a moment.

You watched with silent admiration as color rose to his cheeks, blossoming in a soft reddish pink. Then, it spread across his face like a watercolor painting. If only you could save this view forever. You grinned at the sight, your heart swelling with joy. You couldn’t help but kiss him again, overwhelmed by the love you felt for the man in front of you.

What a sight.

JOHNNY CAGE

Your forehead pressed against Johnny Cage’s, and it felt like you were in a movie. Maybe you’ve been watching too many of his movies lately, but you couldn’t help it. You loved supporting him and his passions. The pride he had on being on screen was nearly palpable every time you watched one of his films.

The feeling of being in a movie wasn’t helped with the way your lover was acting.

I mean…the way he was looking at you was pretty much the perfect shot for a movie. Your cheeks warmed up, and you were certain Johnny was bound to notice. Even if he wasn’t looking at your cheeks, his hands were sure to feel how the skin beneath them heated up. Your eyebrows rose up, looking at him a bit confused.

“What? Can’t I look at you?” Johnny inquired, sending you a smile. It wasn’t quite the practiced, perfect smile he sent his fans. No, it was the smile he always sent you. It was a little less perfect, but it was a little more real…a bit more genuine. Best of all, it was just for you. Your heart couldn’t help but flutter a little at the sight.

By the gods your lover was so pretty. And he sure knew it, but how could you blame him? Looks like that were meant to be shown off. Even still, you were thankful for the small private moments like these were you were allowed to see the parts of him no one else could. It just reminded you of how fortunate you were to be with this man.

Little did you know how much he adored you right back.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, but in a light, playful manner. No, it wasn’t as if he couldn’t look at you. It just…mystified you why he looked at you like that. Like you were the most valuable thing he had. It felt almost impossible, after he once owned Sento, which he always went on and on about how he spent three million dollars on that. And that wasn’t counting the other countless possessions he had when he was at the peak of his richness.

And yet, despite your reservations on how much you deserved to be looked at like that, the admiration in his eyes made you reconsider. Johnny was always good at convincing you, he just had a way with words. Or sometimes his charisma was enough, much like in this case. His thumb brushed your cheek with a tenderness that made your heart skip a beat.

“Thanks for being my number one fan.” He murmured, pulling back to press a soft kiss onto your forehead. He let out a small laugh, the one that made you feel like you were on top of the world. “I hope you know I’m also your number one fan too.” The actor reminded you, his eyebrows raising to punctuate his point.

You knew that you both were each other’s biggest supporters, and that type of loyalty was priceless.

KENSHI TAKAHASHI

You made sure to place your forehead against Kenshi’s softly, trying to be gentle. You smiled at him, even though he could not see it. This was one of the rare few times Kenshi did not have Sento around, letting himself be the most vulnerable. And those times were always with you. He trusted you with his life, so this step wasn’t too farfetched.

“I wish I could see you.” Kenshi murmured his voice mournful. His hands reached up to cup your face. He knew he could always see you with Sento. But he didn’t want that. He wanted to see you with his own eyes. The swordsman wanted to see you, and your radiant smile in full color. He was grateful for what he gained after his loss, but sometimes he longed for sight just for you.

He supposed he would have to make do with what he could do instead.

Guiding his hands, you settled them on your face and closed your eyes. It was in these rare few moments that you two had a tradition. You were used to this and almost anticipated this every time he set Sento aside and sat down with you alone. His thumbs slowly rubbed your cheeks, as if marking out his starting place. Then, he finally began to move his hands. It was slow and deliberate, taking time to memorize every detail of your skin. Every winkle, bump, and mark, he wanted to remember it all.

First his hands moved slightly up. His fingers traced the curves and lines of your ears, refreshing his memory of how they looked by touch alone. Then, it moved higher, noting your hairline with his thumbs. His fingers brushed across your forehead, his thumbs tracing around where your foreheads connected together.

As his fingers reached your closed eyes, they lingered there. No envy coursed through Kenshi’s veins. Instead, only gratefulness swelled throughout the swordsman. He was thankful that you did not also go through the pain of losing your eyes in such a painful way. Leaning forward, he kissed your eyelids with utmost care.

“I want to protect you.” Kenshi whispered, pulling back to reconnect your foreheads. You couldn’t help but smile at his words, knowing that he meant it from the bottom of his heart. His fingers continued to make their way down, tracing your nose before they stopped once again at your lips.

His fingers mapped out the curve of your lips, especially noting the way they curled up to form your fantastic smile. He took a deep breath in, admiring just how soft your lips were underneath his fingertips. By the gods, he could never get over how nice your lips feel. A smile appeared on his own lips as he felt your smile grow.

He always loved your smile. Whether it be seen through Sento or felt through his own hands it warmed his heart. He would do anything to keep it, and you, safe.

And he knew, having you there in his hands as he pressed a gentle kiss to your smile, you would do the same for him.

SYZOTH

Sleepily, you pressed your forehead against Syzoth’s own forehead. Blearily, you opened your eyes to look at the man who slept beside you. He still looked half asleep as well. You looked him over, admiring the sight of the sleepy Zatteran. It was a sight that only you had the privilege to see. A smile appeared on your face as you raised a hand up to cup his cheek, your thumb rubbed circles to slowly coax him awake.

Looking over the shoulder of your lover, you noted the sunlight streaming in from behind the parted curtains. It hit Syzoth just perfectly, making him look like he was glowing. For a moment, you wondered if your lover was an angel instead of a Zatteran. You certainly felt blessed enough to have him to believe it. Then, you heard the familiar reptilian grumbles emanate from his chest as his forehead rubbed gently against yours, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

Maybe he was both, you thought.

“Let’s just lie here for a bit more.” Syzoth mumbled, his voice laden with sleep. The arms around your waist were squeezing you tightly now, preventing any hope of climbing out of bed to start your day. It was as if you were a stuffed animal for him. You let out a small drowsy laugh, your fingers now pinching his cheek. As much as you adored sleepy mornings with your Zatteran lover, you knew that he had a very important job as the Empress’ emissary. Both of you had responsibilities to get to.

Syzoth simply huffed in response, not even responding with words to your attempt to wake him up. His hand reached up to grab yours. He pulled your hand off of his cheek and instead intertwined it with yours. The simple gesture made your heart melt. You could practically feel him basking in the warmth that you naturally radiated. You sighed as you opened your eyes a bit more, squeezing his hand in an attempt to pull him from dreamland.

“I promise I will get up soon.” Syzoth told you, his eyes now more open. It was almost as if he were awake the entire time, but he just was seeking an excuse to spend more time with you. Or maybe, that’s exactly what it was. You had a small idea of what the truth actually was.

You stared up into his stunning green eyes, the sight of them alone almost took your breath away. Combined with the gentle way he spoke, along with the way he looked at you, you easily believed him. Then again, you supposed you would believe anything he told you as long as he looked at you that way.

He could tell you that the sun was gone when it was high into the sky, or that the world was going to end within days and you’d believe him. How could you not when he looked at you that way? You sighed with fake reluctance as you relaxed in his embrace.

Okay, maybe you can sleep in a little longer.

KUAI LIANG

Your forehead settled against Kuai Liang and you enjoyed the warmth you felt from the contact. A smile rose to your lips. How lucky you were to be with a man who knew how to control fire. Equally warm hands reached up to cup your face in a gentle, affectionate way. A bit selfishly, you inched closer to him, seeking out his warmth. Your arms wrapped around him, trying your best to pull him as close as you could towards you. He seemed to notice, his hands pulling you just a tiny bit closer towards him as well.

Your heart fluttered at the gesture. Your lover always seemed to know exactly what you needed, even if you said nothing.

It was a cold, cold night. The chill of the night crept into your bones, and only the warmth of your lover seemed to abate it. You relaxed and closed your eyes, basking in the way he was naturally warm. It was always a comforting warmth, never the stifling kind that made you fidget. You always swore that you could fall asleep comfortably as long as Kuai Liang was there to warm you to lull you to bed.

Sleeping was something the both of you should be doing, and yet you were instead. You were basking in the comfort of being in each other’s arms.

With the mastery of a man who has been training in discipline all of his life, he heated up his hands carefully. It was almost symbolic. The way he held you so carefully was almost like he was cradling a small flame. Kuai Liang made sure to make it hot enough that you would no longer feel the chill of the night air, but not hot enough to make you uncomfortable, not to even mention hurt you.

The last thing he would want to do is hurt you. You were his everything.

His eyes, those dark brown eyes you loved to look so deeply at, stared at your face. While he normally loved to watch you, after all you were his favorite thing to look at, he now watched you carefully to gauge your reaction. He sought out to see any signs of discomfort or pain. He had to make sure you were feeling as comfortable as possible. After all, you deserve nothing less than the best.

“Is this better, love?” Kuai Liang asked, his voice quiet amidst the silence. There were not many things the man craved. It was a thing he prided himself on, how he was considerably humble, but he couldn’t deny how he longed for your approval. Even in the small things. A breath of relief was released from his chest as he watched you slowly nod yes. “Good.”

It was only then that Kuai Liang allowed a rare smile to appear on his lips. Your eyes fluttered open, and you couldn’t help but to internally swoon over the sight. How could you not? It was so precious and rare. You stared at his smile, trying to sear the image into your mind permanently.

Maybe instead of using his powers he should have just smiled instead. It made you feel warm enough.

BI-HAN

You pressed your forehead against Bi-Han’s, his hands drawing you closer to him. It was quiet in his room, even the quiet breaths between you two seemed almost too loud for the peace. And yet you did not complain. How could you? You were having a private moment with the man everyone swore was made of ice.

“Stay with me.” The man murmurs, his voice breaking the silence. You smiled at his demand, although it was more appropriate to call it a plea. You nodded, not wanting to break the moment of vulnerability you were bestowed. Your hands reached up to cup his face, matching the way he was holding you. He took a deep breath in, as if the next word was a heavy burden. “Please.”

His hands held you in such a specific way. It was careful and loving, but it was in such a way that felt like he was hiding you away from the world. It was not in the way that appeared that he was ashamed, not at all. If anything, Bi-Han was proud to be yours. No, the way he held you was so…private.

It was as if he were shielding the two of you from nonexistent prying eyes. This was a moment to be shared between the two of you, not anyone else. Not even the world itself was allowed to intrude in such a special and sacred moment. Now that was the way Bi-Han held you.

He held you like a treasure he wanted to keep all to himself.

Gone from his face was the usual stern look he wore. Instead it was replaced with a slightly vulnerable softer look. His eyebrows were not furrowed, instead lifted slightly. His eyes felt warm and full of silent admiration for no one else but you. Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt all too lucky to be blessed with such a sight.

His hands, which were normally frosted over, were merely cool to the touch. It wasn’t uncomfortable, instead the gentle touch with the coolness made your heart flutter. His thumbs traced patterns on your cheeks, as if creating his own little snowflakes on your skin. The normally cold grandmaster’s drop from the eyes he seemed to get lost in a little too often towards your soft and pretty lips.

With a sharp inhale, he lifted his forehead away from yours for a moment. Unable to resist, the cyromancer placed a gentle kiss against your lips. His breath when he pulled away was cool against your lips.

In this moment of vulnerability, he allowed a small, rare smile to grace his lips.

You swallowed, your eyes zeroing right onto the smile. How rare it was, how precious. How could you not help but gawk and admire? Despite your lover being a man who wielded ice, you found yourself melting all too easily into his gentle touches.

“Thank you for being here.” He murmured again, allowing himself to bare yet another part of his soul to you. Your thumbs traced his cheekbones and he knew the motion was answer enough. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax into your touch.

This was truly a moment that only you two were allowed to witness.

TOMAS VRBADA

As your forehead connected with Tomas’, you heard a sigh of exhaustion leave his lips. His arms draped around you lazily, almost having not enough energy to keep them around you. You let his weight lean onto you, almost letting the man nearly collapse on top of you. Another sigh left his lips as your hands kept his face close. It was almost as if you were keeping him up with your hands alone, at this point.

His eyes were shut, and you could see the hints of exhaustion begin to peek through his perfect face. As much as you knew he loved his new duties for the clan, you also knew he was beginning to hit his limits. Your thumb ran carefully across his face, almost like a little massage. The smallest of smiles appeared on his face at the little gesture.

“Training initiates are hard.” Tomas mumbled, and your heart nearly broke at how utterly tired he sounded. Even despite his exhaustion, you could tell the passion he had for his responsibilities. Still, it worries you no less. You hummed, an acknowledgement of his tiredness. You felt him lean a little more into your touch, allowing himself to indulge within the small moment you were sharing with him.

His arms moved around you a little less languidly, as if he found a second wind within your presence. And it was true, just being around you was enough to give him the strength to do more than he thought he could. Oftentimes when he felt like collapsing he thought of you waiting for him, and it gave him just enough energy to make it back into your arms every single day.

With another sigh he pulled you closer, a sense of greediness in his actions. You let him, indulging him. His smile grew a bit as he nuzzled your nose against yours slowly. A laugh left your lips at the action, and Toma’s heart couldn’t help but leap at the sound. Just your laugh was enough to re-energize him. Did you know how much you meant to him?

“Thank you for waiting for me.” Tomas said, his voice dripping with all the love he held for you. He knew that sometimes you would wait long stretches of time for him to return after every day ever since he was entrusted with more responsibilities. You never complained, never whined, you just welcomed him back every day with open arms.

He could ask for nothing more.

With a little chuckle, he squeezed you tightly. It was as if he was trying to show you how much he adored you, just how grateful he was with one giant hug. For that, you rewarded him with a small kiss, featherlight, right above his left eyebrow on his scar. It was a gesture Tomas swooned over. Even if you could not remove the scar itself, you could at least imbue better memories associated with it.

Even if he was given the weight of the world to balance on his shoulders, he would not complain as long as he had you to return to every night.

SHANG TSUNG

Your forehead pressed against Shang Tsung’s and suddenly it felt like the world didn’t matter. Your eyes closed, a sign of trust that Shang Tsung truly didn’t deserve. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, allowing you to pull yourself close to the sorcerer. His arms, meanwhile, draped in a most elegant manner around you.

In these small moments where you closed your eyes, Shang Tsung truly let himself indulge in the beauty that was you. His eyes scanned your face, noting all the features that truly made you one of a kind. All the little things that you perceived as quirks and imperfections seemed only to create a masterpiece for him. For a man who has been condemned to a life of misery by the universe, he was fortunate that it was kind enough to let him meet you.

As your eyes fluttered open, the man had to reel himself back in. His gaze, though still soft, became just the tiniest bit more guarded. His smile which had been so genuine became just a little more precise and practiced. It wasn’t as if he didn’t show any love, far from it. But he had to remember that with the ambitions and plans he held, he had to just be a little more protective of himself. It’d be simply foolish to show just how much he adored you.

Everyday with you, however, the cracks were getting harder and harder to conceal.

“You look simply amazing my dear.” Shang Tsung complimented, raising a careful hand to stroke your cheek. Despite his compliment, that was not how he felt. He felt more for you, and you had no idea. You were stunning, gorgeous, divine, so much more than just amazing. But even all the words he could think of to describe you was not sufficient enough. For now, just amazing would do.

Your smile, which you blessed him with, had his heart aflutter. Before meeting you, Shang Tsung had little reservations about using others for his own gain. Others were simply an end to a means for him. And yet, with you, the idea of lumping you with the others he was quite ready to dispose of made him feel uneasy.

You were much more than just another stepping stone. Oh, but if the world were to know about his weakness for you, the universe would cast their cruel eyes upon you next. Selfish as the sorcerer was in keeping the truth of how deep his feelings were for you, he also saw it as a blessing. As long as the universe did not scorn you the way it did him, it was enough for now.

Letting the mask facade of how he felt slip just a touch, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. With pride and satisfaction he felt your cheeks heat up just for him. Sometimes it comforted him to know that you felt perhaps a fraction of the love he truly held for you.

Maybe one day, just maybe, he’d finally let you know just how much power you had over him and his heart.

MILEENA

Your forehead pressed against Mileena’s, and you wished it was enough to drive the whispers away. In the privacy of your shared chambers, it was quiet. It was a nice reprieve from the stress of the throne and the doubters of your lover that you so loathed. Your hands reached up to cup her pretty face that you adored, looking into her eyes.

A smile was on her face. It was a weary one. You knew while Mileena strove to be the best Empress she could be, and took great pride in it, she often was tired by the end of the day because of it. Even if it was not physically, the mental toll of being on top of such a throne was tough work. You did not envy the burden she shouldered, but there were times you wished you could share the burden of it just so she can rest a little bit better.

You knew you could not, so you did whatever else you could instead.

You moved your forehead away to press a few kisses to her forehead, wishing so desperately that it would abate the worries of doubt that were planted in her head. If not that, you hoped that your kisses at least passed along some of your own energy so she could power through. You wondered, for a moment, if it was possible to do that. Your thumbs traced her cheekbones, and you wondered silently to yourself how you were so lucky to become her lover. You nearly missed the adoring gleam in her eyes, and it was a look that made your breath catch.

“I’ll prove those doubters wrong, don’t worry.” Your empress promised, her voice fueled with the determination of a woman who has been scorned. You smiled, knowing she had been able to read you and your thoughts like a book. To be so in sync with your lover was a blessing you were ever thankful for. As an acknowledgement of her words, you gave her another kiss, this time pressing it upon the scar that went through her eyebrow.

You never doubted Mileena’s prowess. She had so much drive, how could you not? And yet, if you could, you would do anything to silence the doubters. How dare they question her rule, how could they not see the wonderful woman who was born to rule? You often told yourself, to calm yourself down, that they were merely jealous of your lover.

“There is nothing more I need than you to be by my side, dearest.” Mileena told you, her fingers tracing your cheek. Your heart skipped a beat, and you knew in that moment that if you could, you would stay by her side to always cheer her on. She didn’t even need to ask you.

You grabbed her hands, intertwining them with yours. You squeezed them tightly, trying to pour all the encouragement that you could not find enough words for in that one action. She returned the squeeze, a content sigh leaving her lips as her smile grew.

Maybe you couldn’t help with every trouble she had, but you could at least make her smile…and maybe that was just enough.

KITANA

You pressed your forehead against Kitana’s brow, and finally you felt your worries dissipate. It was hard to be the lover of a Supreme Commander. Every day you feared for your lover’s life. It was not as if you doubted her prowess on the battlefield. It was far from that, you thought she was the best fit for Supreme Commander after all. Even if she was the best fit, you sometimes selfishly wished that someone else would take her place so she could stay safe.

You have never confessed this selfish little secret to her.

It was just that…war was cruel. You’ve heard and known the horrors of war and how death doesn’t discriminate. Sometimes accidents happen, or a death can come out of nowhere. You feared that one day it might take the best thing you have in your life.

But now you didn’t need to worry, because now she was back and in your arms. You let out a sigh as you pressed your forehead a little more towards her. Meanwhile, your fingers traced the injuries she had suffered from the skirmishes she had gone through. You noted how the bandages from the medics were fresh. Your heart squeezed at the sight of them. If only civil war was not looming over Outworld, then she would not have to sacrifice herself out there on the battlefield.

“It’s okay, I’m safe.” Kitana whispered, dragging you out of your worrying mind. Her fingers traced your cheek, and she looked at you with a gentle gaze. You marveled at her ability to whisk away your worries. Looking into her eyes alone calmed you down and made you feel like everything was alright. You wished you could do the same for her. Her other hand intertwined with yours, squeezing it gently. You noted how her hands were still remarkably soft for a woman who goes to war. A soft smile appeared on her face, and you could not help the way that your heart raced.

Words caught in your throat, and you found yourself unable to express the utter amount of love you felt for the princess. How could you express these overwhelming feelings that threatened to consume you? You figured it was impossible to ever express just how much she meant to you with words alone. Instead, you moved to press a few kisses on her injuries. If only you had the ability to heal her wounds just like that. Did she know you would do that for her? A light laugh left Kitana’s lips at your actions, and you swooned over the sound.

“I appreciate you.” She said, her voice light with the remnants of the laughter she had blessed upon you. Her hand squeezed yours again to punctuate her point. You smiled at her, wanting to ingrain the sight of her being happy and by your side forever into your mind. Your thumb rubbed small circles on her hand.

Maybe she had to go to war, it was a harsh reality you’ve accepted, but as long as she returned to be in your arms…that would be enough.

ASHRAH

Your forehead pressed against Ashrah’s, and the music in the background made the moment feel just perfect. A wide smile appeared on your face as you guided your lover through a slow dance. You watched with joy as your lover’s eyes were wide with admiration as you led her through the dance. You wondered for a moment if she knew how much you adored her in return. Surely she didn’t, how could she? The both of you swayed back and forth, enjoying the intimate moment.

“There was nothing like this back in the Netherrealm.” Ashrah marveled, a smile that made your heart melt on her lips. It was the very same smile she would give you every time you showed her the joys of Earthrealm. You could never tire of the sight, and you knew you’d do anything to see it over and over again.

That was exactly why you introduced her to the idea of slow dancing. You knew she would have probably never experienced anything like this. And you were right. You were honored to be her first ever dance partner. The twinkle in her eye showed that she was just as happy to have you guiding her through this dance.

Together with the memories you formed together, you knew she was creating more and more of a home within this realm. You hoped that you were included in her idea of home.

A laugh left your lips as you pulled her close, craving more contact. Despite her dexterity in combat, she was not used to dancing. Chuckles left the both of you as you stumbled a bit, tripping over each other’s feet. Luckily, she did not fall. Instead, you held her tightly. You gripped her hip tightly, making sure she was steady.

“Forgive me, I wasn’t expecting that.” Ashrah apologized after her laughter died down. You found you could only grin and shake your head at her apology. You two were out here to create memories and have fun, not to dance perfectly for anyone else. She could step on your toes every few seconds and you could care less. Her laughter alone made up for any mistakes she made. “Thank you for showing me these Earthrealm customs.”

Anytime, you thought. Honestly, you would do anything for her. It was hard to believe she was a demon with a heart as pure as her’s. You didn’t care though. Her past as a demon was often a source of confusion and concern for others, but never for you. All that mattered was who she was now, and she was simply fantastic.

“I think I quite like dancing.” Ashrah commented, pressing a light kiss upon your cheek. Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at her with eyes full of adoration. How could you not swoon over her? You returned the favor, pressing a few light kisses all over her face. You couldn’t help it. Another melodic laugh left her lips.

Yeah, you think you like dancing too.

HAVIK

Your forehead bumped against Havik’s and you enjoyed the moment of serenity that was brought with it. You watched as your lover’s eyes closed, a rare moment in which he allowed himself to relax. You couldn’t help but to feel honored by the small gesture. He was always fighting, striving to fight for what his ideals were, but around you the man felt no need.

You eyed his scars, the ones he had gotten as a slave. Carefully, you reached out to brush your fingers against his scars. The care you put into the touch was not necessary, you knew Havik was strong and a simple brush against them would not break the man. Yet it felt it was necessary, These were reminders of his harsh past, a memory of why he was out there, fighting.

Honestly, all of him was a canvas. You knew very well that your lover was capable of healing his wounds ever since he met Quan Chi. Had he wanted, you knew he could repair the wounds he had gained through all of his life. But he didn’t. His body was his story. Every bump, bruise, cut that left a mark became like a stroke of paint. You couldn’t help but adore how he kept his imperfections. Not many would.

“Most don’t realize why I keep those around.” Havik grunted. There was a sense of frustration in his tone, no one else but you understood the vision he saw for the future, let alone understood the way he thought. You knew though. Even if he were to forget everything about you, he knew he would recognize your understanding from the reverence you carried when you traced the past injuries he wore like a badge. Only others who understood his ideals for the future would do the same.

You also knew that he thought it looked more fearsome. A burnt and scarred man was much more striking than a normal man. Your fingers trailed up his body, mapping out the locations of his injuries with your touch. Then, you let your fingers rest on his jawline right below where his flesh turned into exposed gums and teeth.

“You understand me.” Your lover said, his voice filled with the same amount of admiration for you as it did when he spoke of his vision for Seidou. You couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat as you realized that fact. You bumped your forehead gently against his again. Seeing as he had no lips to kiss, the two of you had settled on forehead bumping instead.

You felt Havik raise a hand, his touch gentle as it gripped your chin. He wasn’t known for gentle touches or gestures, but you were the exception. Softly, he bumped his forehead against yours again. Then, he rubbed it back and forth affectionately. You were, perhaps, the only person in the world he would allow himself to be this quaint with.

It was all for you, the one who he considered to be a true partner.

CASSIE CAGE

Your forehead settled against Cassie’s, and suddenly you were disinterested in the movie in the background. Instead, you were far too preoccupied with the sight of your lover and how radiant she looked with the colors of the television shining against her skin. How was it that every type of color seemed to compliment her perfectly?

“I thought we were supposed to be watching a movie.” Cassie teased, her eyebrows raising as she sent you a playful grin. She was a hypocrite though, as her attention was more on you rather than the movie she had picked out. Her arm was slung around your shoulders and you were cuddled close together on the couch.

Today was one of her rare days off. Ever since she got promoted, she’s been busier than ever. And yet, there were moments you two managed to find and relax together. Tonight was supposed to be movie night, you let her pick anything she wanted…as long as it wasn’t one of her dad’s films. She rolled her eyes at your little stipulation, but agreed. Your lover saw enough of her dad at work.

Even with your little agreement, you found yourself entranced with Cassie more. I mean, how could you not be? Her smile just seemed to be more eye-catching than anything Hollywood could produce. You were so entranced by her, in fact, that you didn’t notice the hand that snuck up to pinch your cheek. You jolted in surprise, letting out a small laugh.

“Thought I lost you there!” Your lover giggled, her hand now cupping your cheek instead. Her thumb gently rubbed over the part she had pinched, as if to soothe it. She let out a small sigh as she moved to nuzzle your cheek before giving it an affectionate smooch. “You know, Grandma Carlton has been dying to meet you.” She confessed, her voice going a touch sentimental.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt excitement course through your veins. Has Cassie been telling good things about you to her grandmother? Upon seeing your giddy expression, she squeezed your shoulder with the hand that laid upon it.

“Hey, have I ever told you how much I adore you?” Cassie asked, and you felt like you were falling all over again. Cassie must have taken acting lessons at one point, because she knew exactly how to make you swoon as if she were the lead in a movie. Her eyes glimmered with affection as she pressed another kiss to your cheek.

A laugh that revitalized your soul came from your lover as you returned the favor and gave her a soft kiss back. In the midst of her laughter, you vaguely heard her mention how you were both definitely missing out on the plot. You didn’t care though, you were too busy admiring the real beauty in front of you.

Who needed movies? All you needed was Cassie, and you had a feeling she didn’t mind missing out too just for you.

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thisonehere · 4 months ago

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Hey! Idk if you still take request, but I have one for you. I love your posts sm. Anyway, may I request some headcanons with the Lin kuei trio and Liu kang and how they would react to you kissing them on a mission to not get caught (like that scene in captain America: the winter soldier) while they actually have a crush on them? Thank you!

A/n: Okay, I'm back, and I'd love to! It's nice to do another Lin Kuei bros head canon. I swear to God these men are gonna put me in a mental asylum with how obsessed I am with them.

Tags: Request, Mortal Kombat, Mk1, Lin Kuai bros x readerp, GN reader, fluff

C/w: Allusions to murder, sloppy kissing, tsundere, PDA

Bi-Han

You've never been far from the Grandmaster's thoughts. He has always viewed in a favorable light, though he hardly ever showed it.

As far as you were concerned, you thought he hated you.

So it is a surprise when he chose you to come with him on this mission.

To pursue your target meant you had dawn normal clothes and go undercover.

Which causes you to end up at a mall while following them. It wasn't a problem for you, frankly you were excited at the chance to shop and enjoy the food court.

You follow your target the mall, dipping in and out of clothing departments and hiding in the electronics department.

You had to get them into a private place to get them.

It's tedious and annoying with how long it takes...for Bi-Han. You on the other hand take great joy looking around, admiring how clothes look on mannequins, staring at the endless rows of books, staring in awe of the endless option of the food court.

Much to Bi-Han's annoyance.

Bi-Han takes this mission much more seriously than you do, his stay on the target like a hawk, against your advice not to or else he'd risk looking suspicious.

But finally Bi-Han's constant staring pays off when he notices the target leaving to somewhere more private, a perfect place to get them.

Bi-Han grabs your arm and snatches you away from the food court, pulling you away from an unfinished cinnamon roll and drags to follow the target, on the escaladder.

You are just a few feet away from them, far enough to not look suspicious, but close enough to get a clear view of them.

And they you, something both quickly learn when they begin to turn their head to look back in your direction.

Knowing Bi-Han, you knew your Grandmaster would look the target dead in the eyes, basically telling the target that they were being followed. This would compromise the mission, so you act quickly.

Just as the target turned around and saw you, you turned to Bi-Han, grabbed him, and snatch him forward and kiss him.

Bi-Han doesn't respond at first as your lips crash against each other. But a moment later his arms snake their way around your waist and pulls you closer. He hungrily kissed you, making himself acquainted with your lips as well as your tongue.

Bi-Han's mind went silent as you kissed him and he you. Elder Gods knew he would fantasize about this, not exactly while on a mission, but he would be a fool if he didn't advantage of this.

You are so distracted with each other that you lose sight of your target.

"Keep moving, we can't lose them." He coldly grumbles as he jumps off the escaladder and angrily marches away, but saying another thing to you.

When things were all said and done, when the mission was finished, you felt an uneasy tension between you and the grandmaster.

"Grandmaster, about the...about the thing, I-" but Bi-Han interrupts you, yelling at you to be silent, making you feel even worse.

Later, you are in your room, replaying all the events that passed today. Bi-Han hasn't said a single thing to you since you returned from your, mission.

You felt your face flush as you think of the fact that you keep kissing your Grandmaster, you can't stop thinking about it.

Did he like it? Are you in trouble? Is he going to punish you?

Suddenly, you hear a knock on the door. You hastily open the door and find no one there. But at your feet you find a cinnamon roll just like the one you were eating at the mall, and a beg next to it filled with clothes and books you were looking at in the mall.

Surprised, you stare at it for a few moments before bringing it into your room.

You stare at it in surprise as you drop the things onto your desk.

Perhaps the Grandmaster was much more fond of you than you thought.

Kuai Liang

From the moment he saw you, Kuai Liang knew he was in love with you.

It's subtle, but you can tell with the way he would fall silent when you were in the room, or would

So it was quite the surprise when he insisted that you join him in this mission.

Kuai Liang notices your eyes light up when you say that the mission requires you to go to a mall. He thinks it's so cute, he feels his smile trying to find its way onto his face.

He forces a stern look on his face as he reminds you that you both need to stay focused, that the target was your main concern.

He is similar to Bi-Han in the way he stays in a constant state of vigilance. Following the target around, being sure to always have them in his sight.

But unlike his brother he lets loose a little.

He tries on hats and glasses, admiring himself in the mirror, admiring you as you flip through the clothes on the racks.

He grabs a book from the shelf of the bookstore and curiously flips through it.

He even buys both of you lunch at the food court as you wait for the target to be in a vulnerable position to strike.

While you enjoy your meal, Kuai notices that the target is getting away, down the escaladder.

Of course, the Ninja immediately springs to action, quietly excusing himself with an excuse that he had to use the bathroom. He saw you were having a good time and his didn't want ruin it.

He is light on his feet and as he pursues the target, purposefully waiting for a few more more to get on the escaladder before getting on to avoid suspicion.

The escaladder carries them closer and closer to the lower floor and Kuai's eyes never leave the target for a second.

He doesn't realize just how intense his gaze is, if the target turned around and saw him, it would be.

It's unfortunate then that the target almost immediately turned around. By the time they would turn around they would see Luai looking at them with intensity and they would quickly realize that they were being followed, ruining the mission.

Thankfully, you happened. You immediately knew what Kuai was doing and followed after him. He didn't notice that you were right behind him.

Acting quickly, you shift past Kuai onto the extra step of the escaladder in front of him, and you kiss him.

Kuai took a surprise at first. He froze. Just standing there as you kissed him. He felt your soft lips press up against him and he felt his brain melt.

Body responded for him, pressing himself closer to you as he hands grab you and pull you close.

You quickly get to the end of the escaladder and jump off, Kuai still looks at you in a state of shock.

"Come on, they're getting away!" You say as you quickly pursue the inspecting target.

Kyai Liang touched his lips as he processed what just happened. "I'm right behind you." A smirk spreads onto his face as he races after you.

Afterwards, when the deed is done. You and Kuai Liang have no choice but to go back to the Artika now that your mission is finished.

Your sadness about having to leave isn't lost on Kuai. He himself enjoyed his time with you.

After a brief moment of silence on the way back, you awkwardly apologize for kissing him to abruptly.

Kuai only smiles. "Don't be...ever." he says placing a warm hand on your shoulder.

"We should do it again some time." Your eyes widen at this. "The mall, I mean." It was obvious that Luai didn't mean just the mall.

With an innocent smile on his face, Kuai walks ahead of you. Leaving you behind with a stunned look on your face.

Tomas

Tomas has tried to get your attention for the longest, trying his best to impress you. Unfortunately, everything either came off as him just being nice to you are him.

Other than that though, you two were close.

So it was no surprise that he asked you to come with him.

You thought it was just another mission. A mission where you'd go to the mall your target was located at and 'get 'em'. Meanwhile Tonas saw this as a chance to have a good time with you like this was a date, maybe even confess how he feels.

He was so happy to see how excited you were at going to the mall, he himself was excited. He was as serious about this mission as Kuai, or Bi-Han, or any member of the Lin Kuei would. But even he liked a moment to relax and enjoy an experience.

Tomas especially loved the bookstore. He was practically glued to the comic book and manga sections. You two were so distracted that the target slipped out of your sight once in a while.

But Tomas wasn't worried, he was always good at hunting something or someone down. He found the target again and again, then you'd carry on with your shenanigans.

You were surprised with how lenient Tomas was with you. He let you try on clothes, look at the computer, he even bought things for you. You told him he didn't have to but he insisted.

Things were going quite well for you two. Until I finally felt the courage to express himself to you.

"So, Um, Y/n." You were at the food court, your target sat themselves down here to eat lunch, so you both say a few tables away. His eyes stayed glued to the table, too embarrassed. "There's a reason why I wanted you to come with me." You eagerly leaned in close to hear. He waits a few moments, unsure what to say next.

"Well, you see..." Suddenly, Tomas's eyes widen in horror as he looks at the target. The problem? This isn't your target, you've been following the wrong person. "We need to go. Now!" He races out of the food court. His eyes immediately spotting the target getting on the escaladder.

He races to the escaladder, you not being far behind. You both try to act casual as you step onto the moving stairs, but Tomas's sure you both accidentally got the target attention.

His fear is confirmed when the target turns their head to look behind them.

In seconds they'd see you two behind them and panic.

So you act quickly, grabbing Tomas and kissing him.

Tomas's mind goes numb as fireworks go off in his thoughts. His hands, unsure at first, travel across your body until one finds their way to the small of your back and other cradling the back of your head.

Once again, you both got distracted and the target got away.

You break away from the kiss and jump off the escaladder. "Come on, they're getting away." You say, trying not to scream.

Tomas merely dumbly nodded as he followed after you. "U-um, okay." He hopes there isn't too much blushing on his face.

Eventually, you get back on track and aquire your target and "deal with them".

"Listen, about the kiss...." You awkwardly start to say. You both had completed the mission and were back at the food court, resting before the long journey back to the Artika.

Tomas also avoided eye contact with, rather than paying attention to his tea than you. "Yeah...about that."

You apologize, hoping he wasn't too upset about kissing him without his consent. "No, no, it was fine, I enjoyed it." He quickly blurts out, finally looking at you.

You both now sit in silence afterwards. "W-We should go."

Both of you left the mall in an air of uncomfortable silence.

"I...liked it too." You awkwardly say, shortly interrupting the silence. Tomas gives you a surprised look as you quickly race ahead in embarrassment.

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chiqelatasblog · 3 months ago

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Hi everyone!

It’s been a while since I last drew something, but as I return to writing, I wanted to create some art for my fic. I tried to illustrate the cover of the book that the reader finds in In the Middle of the Night—the first part of The Savior Series. It was a bit challenging to capture exactly how I described it, so I went with a more minimal approach. Hope you all like it! See you soon in the next chapter.❤️

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tazahan · 11 months ago

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Wedding Sub-Zero

#mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #bi han #bi han sub zero #mortal kombat #mk1 sub zero #sub zero mk1 #sub zero x reader #mortal kombat1

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mushhroooms · 8 months ago

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Cockwarming with BI-HAN

Gender-neutral reader

short little smut blurb because I WANT HIM‼️‼️🗣️

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“Sit still.” He says firmly, his mouth ever so close to your ear as he uses one hand to hold your hip still, you can’t help it. You can feel him throbbing inside of you and it’s making you crazy.

“You will sit there until I am done with my work.”

You groan in frustration, and look back down at the paperwork Bi-Han is working on. It’s pretty fucking hard to sit still when you’ve got a thick, throbbing dick inside you.

“Bi-Han” you whine, leaning back against his chest. “If you continue to whine, I will make you leave.” He grunts.

You sit there for what feels like forever, in all actuality it’s probably only been about 2 minutes. You clench around him and grind your hips, feeling his cock go even deeper. He squeezes your hip, and your name passes his lips in a warning tone.

“I can’t wait anymore.” You moan softly.

“You’re so fucking difficult.” He growls.

He puts his hands on your shoulder, and pushes you face down on the desk, he stands, his cock still deep inside you. You stand on your tiptoes to accommodate his height, your legs shaking. The wood of his desk is cold, and so are his hands and it sends a shudder up your spine and makes your insides clench.

He pulls his hips back, leaving only the tip inside you.

“If you want to be dicked down so badly, let’s see how much you take before you break.”

#mortal kombat smut #bi han smut #sub zero smut #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #bi han x reader #bi han x you #sub zero x reader #sub zero x you

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yanderestarangel · 1 year ago

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I was watching the story mode again, in English now because I had only seen the dub in Portuguese.... And watching this man, with me being in the fertile period...

HEAR ME OUT.... PLEASE-

I want this man to get me pregnant.

I want this man to fuck me every day without stopping. At home, in the room, on the ceiling, on the floor, on the street, on top of a bus.

I just want to feel his dick inside me so hard that I can't even think, all my problems thrown out the window while I could only moan his name and feel him breed in my pussy again.

I need to serve this man.

I need to give him the best head he's ever received in his life, and leave him seeing stars.

I need this man whining and making me whine at the same time.

If Bi Han has fifteen fans I'm one of them,

if Bi Han has three fans I'm among the three,

if Bi Han has only one fan that's me,

and if Bi Han has no fans I'll be dead.

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for-ests · 2 months ago

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Death Wish: Bi-Han x Reader

summary: You, a princess from a rival clan was harder to resist than Bi-Han could have anticipated. But what was even harder to predict was your willingness to strike a deal, which soon led to a night of passion in your bed, right where you wanted him to be. (ao3)

warnings: drinking, SLIGHT voyeurism + exhibitionism, smut, pnv, unprotected sex. The usual, the works, you know how it be. essentially smut with plot. i had to cut it off or i could've kept going;; to the 20 Bi-Han fans out there, i hope you enjoy!!

word count: 9.5k

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All it took was one glance at you to make his heart beat faster.

Across the lounge, you stepped inside alone. A smile appeared on your face as the staff warmly greeted you. There was a familiarity between you and them, and Bi-Han considered it respectful friendliness.

Yet he noticed how it disappeared once they were out of sight. And then it appeared again as you approached the bar, calculated and aware.

Aware of everyone and everything besides him. At least, that was what he assumed. But maybe just the sight of you scrambled his instincts.

The rumors of your beauty were proven true. The way your hair fell perfectly around your shoulders, the subtle tattoos that decorated your arms, and the elegance of your dress only furthered your mystifying nature.

As the head of the Lin Kuei clan, Bi-Han was raised to think that feelings were forbidden. Having a sudden interest in the princess of an enemy clan felt foreign and wrong—it was a death wish. But there was just something about you he couldn’t shake. It wasn’t just your beauty that intrigued him; it was how you held yourself, as if you knew how strong you were. A sign of an influential leader, what a princess should exude.

For the first time in many years of war, Bi-Han wanted to end the enmity to have the slightest chance of getting to know you.

A frown etched across his face as he watched you sit at the bar. It had only been a few months since you’d taken a position in your father’s clan, not only as a princess but as one of their best fighters, a woman blessed with terramancy.

And he couldn’t tear his gaze away from your body, unable to ignore how he could see the outlines of taut muscles through the fabric of your dress.

A shiver ran down his spine.

This high-end bar was on neutral grounds, providing the perfect place to mingle with friends and foes. Despite that, you had to be confident to come there alone and without your entourage.

Bi-Han nursed his drink, leaning back against the couch, content with watching you from afar. He knew he had to stay away from you, but with each passing moment, you were more challenging to resist. Every move you made entranced him, and the Grandmaster felt a sharper desire to cross the lounge and offer you company.

You were the most beautiful woman there. And others were taking notice. The lingering eyes of other men did not go unnoticed by Bi-Han. Those who knew your title were respectful, some politely nodding at you as they passed. But others, like the clearly inebriated man heading right toward you, wanted something more, something he could never be entitled to.

As the man attempted to grab your shoulder, one of your arms simultaneously shot out and pushed him back before his hand made contact.

Drunk, he stumbled backward and grumbled. “What the hell was that for?-”

“-I’m in no mood to get out of my chair,” you interrupted, not even glancing in his direction, continuing to watch the bartender make your drink, who seemed just as unconcerned as you, as if this was a regular occurrence.

The man took one unbalanced step closer.

“Touch me, and you die,” you warned, tone light with annoyance at the inconvenience. But still, your pretty lips softened the blow of your threat as a smirk graced your face. The female bartender rolled her eyes but chuckled knowingly.

You may have sounded sweet, but that only made it clear that your words weren’t empty. Of course, you didn’t look threatening tonight, but it would be foolish to assume you weren’t. If your beauty was deadly, surely other parts of you were, too.

You frustrated Bi-Han. But what frustrated him more was that he didn’t want to resist you like he knew he should. Seeing another man in your proximity alone threatened to boil his blood. And when the drunkard stumbled forward again, Bi-Han’s resolve vanished as he moved at lightning speed, closing the distance between him and the stranger within seconds.

It was too easy, and Bi-Han exhaled in annoyance. He squeezed the man’s wrist hard, refraining from using ice to burn against his skin. The Grandmaster wanted to snap his wrist clean off with a simple twist, but knew it was best not to. Incompetent, pathetic. This poor excuse of a man thought he could get away with this? Never.

“She said no,” Bi-Han sneered, shoving him backward so roughly that he slammed against the tile with a loud thud.

Immediately frightened by the sinister look in the Grandmaster's eyes, the drunkard desperately scrambled back when Bi-Han took another step forward.

“Leave.” Bi-Han's voice was rough and undoubtedly final. The man didn’t need to be told twice. He quickly rose to his feet and rushed for the exit.

Bi-Han exhaled deeply; part of him wanted more of a fight, but the other part was satisfied with how easily the situation was diffused. It was to protect you, after all.

Slowly, his gaze shifted back to you.

You raised your eyebrows when you realized who your protector was. The Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei? He was the last person you expected to be there, as his reputation was known to be cold, aggressive, and relentless. Your eyes drifted to where the creep had once lain splayed across the floor. The aggressive part definitely checked out.

“Thank you,” you said to cover up your surprise and hesitation, offering him a polite smile. “I didn’t want to get my hands dirty tonight.”

Bi-Han was immediately enraptured by your smile, accompanied by a voice so light that it was almost like a whisper. The sincerity of your words caressed him, causing a shiver to ripple down his spine. How was this possible? He’d never felt like this before… so weak and willing.

He cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed by his hesitation. “It was the right decision to interfere,” he replied, his voice deep and matter-of-fact. “I couldn’t allow him to touch you.”

When he said allow, it hinted that the Grandmaster did know who you were. And despite that, he still came to your rescue.

Your eyes trailed across his body, and you chewed on the inside of your cheek somewhat nervously as you realized how handsome he was. It was an instant attraction. Maybe it was confidence or your naivety, but your gut insisted he was feeling the same pull.

“Buy me a drink?” you asked. Though inviting, your tone left little room for him to refuse.

Bi-Han paused, surprised at your boldness but realizing how open the two of you were to the rest of the crowd. You weren’t just flirting with him; you were warning him.

More intrigued than before, his gaze momentarily lingered on you before answering. Up close, you looked even more ravishing, the dress fitting perfectly and accentuating your curves. A work of art, he presumed.

Forcing himself to look away, he met your eyes again. “Of course, Princess,” he said before gesturing to the bartender, who seemed to be knowingly smirking at the two of you. “Another of what she has at table 77.”

Smart. You thought. A genius tactic. What woman would want to say no to such respectful assertiveness?

Pleased, you rose from your seat as Bi-Han held out his arm for you. You took it, staring at him intensely, almost as if your eyes were dissecting him through your gaze alone, noting the curvature of his muscles before brushing your fingers against them.

He towered over your smaller frame, a man built for kombat, built for leadership and domination. But instead of fear, excitement was coursing through your veins. What you wanted was to dominate him. To have him underneath you. Lustful thoughts swirled in your mind. It was ridiculous and so unlike you. But it made you giddy.

Tonight wasn’t about making connections for your clan. Every once in a while, a princess could indulge… right?

So, you followed him into a more secluded part of the lounge, which was seemingly empty. The lights were dimmer, and the atmosphere was calmer and intimate.

“You came here alone?” you asked the Grandmaster, smoothing out the wrinkle in your dress before sitting across the table from him. As you crossed your legs, your heels brushed against his legs.

“Yes, I came alone.” Bi-Han exhaled deeply. “And you?”

“Against my father’s wishes,” you sighed, then chuckled as the bartender rounded the table and handed you a martini. Once she left, you leaned forward and inspected your drink, dipping your finger in the liquor and tasting it quickly for any hints of poison. “Don’t get me wrong,” you hummed, pausing to take an elongated sip. “I understand why, but I’m not a little girl anymore. If he wants me to lead in the future, he must let me make my own decisions.”

Bi-Han raised his drink to his lips, taking a few sips as he listened to you.

“He’s worried about you,” he replied calmly as his gaze returned to your figure. “That’s natural,” he said, seeming to get distracted before reeling himself back in. “But you strike me as the type of woman to challenge such wishes.”

Giggling into your glass, you playfully rolled your eyes. “I listen to my father plenty. He’s a wise man, but nobody can get everything right.”

You leaned back in your seat, gazing at the Grandmaster. “I think you, out of everyone, would know what that pressure feels like, no?”

A slight shadow fell over the Grandmaster’s face. “I know. I’ve carried the weight of this clan on my shoulders for many years, and it hasn’t been an easy path.”

Admittedly, Bi-Han hadn’t expected such wisdom and insight from you. Though you weren’t much younger, you were a new leader. Perhaps it was his own bias, but you far exceeded his expectations.

"Why?" He put the bottle aside and leaned forward. His gaze met yours. "What do you wish to know?"

"Anything you'd like to reveal…” You offered, tone suddenly sultry and inviting. To close some of the distance, you leaned over the table, your dress revealing more of your cleavage from the angle, right under his lingering gaze. And for a moment, he indulged greedily.

It was intentional, and he knew it. But you weren’t stopping him. What man wouldn’t want to enjoy such a pretty view?

“You’re smart,” he sighed. It was tempting, indeed. You were tempting, witty, and calculated. Most men wouldn’t even notice or care what you were trying to do, only that you were giving them attention.

“I appreciate the compliment,” you said quickly, knowing you’d been caught. “I’m glad you can enjoy something else about me besides my looks.”

His intense gaze refused to lose yours. “I prefer to know what type of woman the rivaling clan leader is,” he said, his response smoother than you anticipated. “The rumors of your beauty ring true… but your competence is still undetermined.”

You took another sip of your drink to suppress the smile that threatened to break your mask. Once you set it down, your finger slowly traced the edge. “I haven’t heard rumors about your appearance… But I happen to like what I see.”

When you finally met his gaze again, your eyes were darker than before, hungrier than he could anticipate.

“But I’ve heard how cruel and cutthroat you can be, with no hesitation to kill. You want more power, and you want to lead. Your abilities, too, are frankly unbeatable. You’re rarely seen in public, let alone in an establishment like this. And I happen to frequent this place,” you paused, pretending to be deep in thought, when all you were thinking about was how he would taste and feel against you. It felt naughty, risky, yet undeniably intoxicating.

The Grandmaster thought he was being subtle, but you sensed his lingering gaze the moment you stepped into the bar.

And tonight, you had time. Not only to entertain a sworn enemy, but also to convince.

“You know your facts quite well,” he grunted in response, but kept his expression neutral.

“You came here to see me, didn’t you?” you asked, tilting your head, the glisten of your eyes hinting that you found it amusing. The lengths he went to see you, even from afar, impressed you. Your father would undoubtedly have his head if he knew about it, so his initiative could only be applauded.

It also meant that whatever Bi-Han wanted from you had to be worth it, and he had to be desperate.

“I shouldn’t have underestimated your knowledge of me, Princess,” Bi-Han replied, the only hint of his surprise being the slight quirk of his eyebrows. But his deep brown, almost black eyes gave him away. The way he looked at you made it hard for you to resist him, and you didn’t know why. You shouldn’t even be speaking to him, but you wanted to. It was forbidden and irresponsible, but damn, was it exciting.

“Keep your enemies closer, they say, right?” you simpered.

Bi-Han knew what you were doing, but he wouldn’t stop you. Not when you looked so ravishing, sitting across from him so pretty, with such a clear and lustful stare for him in your breathtakingly beautiful eyes. When was the last time he’d been able to sit with a woman like you and enjoy his drink? Though calculated on your end, Bi-Han knew and didn’t care.

And he let his eyes roam, following the curve of your breasts, the dips of your collarbone, the way your hair swayed across your shoulders as you moved. How gorgeous your skin would look covered in his hickeys.

After a long moment, he forced himself to look back up at your face. Bi-Han reached for his beer and swallowed hard, finishing the rest before continuing.

“That’s right,” he replied in a low voice, trying to hide the desire infusing his tone. “And are we enemies?”

“I don’t want to be,” you mused before you became distracted and flagged down a waiter for another drink. As they approached, you plastered a bright smile despite the conversation. “Another martini for me and a beer for him. Can you also bring two shots of your most expensive sake?"

Smirking at your request for something stronger, Bi-han questioned you once the waiter was out of earshot. “Are you sure you can handle that, Princess?” he asked.

“I intend to drink longer with you anyway,” you said matter-of-factly, though your smile deepened when you glanced back at him.

Bi-Han chuckled in response, his way of accepting your invitation. “I don’t think I’ve ever kept a princess company before,” he replied smoothly, trying to conceal his relief. He wanted to spend more time with you and was surprised by how easily you tore down his walls and resolve.

"Do you not want to?" you replied coyly. "It seems like you're enjoying yourself."

Before Bi-Han could say anything else, the bartender from before returned with a tray containing your drinks.

“Thank you.” You smiled as she handed you the drinks. “We won’t be needing anything else. The Grandmaster will come up to pay when we’re done,” you said, purposefully mentioning his title to ensure you wouldn’t be bothered.

She nodded in agreement, flashing a wink that only you could see. “Of course, Princess.”

You chuckled in response and focused your attention back on Bi-Han. Delicately, he began to pour the sake into a shot glass for you.

Successfully, you’d gotten him alone, but he didn’t mind. It was quieter on this side of the building, more secluded. And having you all to himself was making him bolder. Your flirtations, too, were intriguing.

“Does it amuse you to drink with my money?” he asked as he raised his glass to you.

Clinking your glass with his, you giggled at his question. “And what if I said yes?” you replied before tipping your head back, exhilarated as the liquor burned down your throat.

Bi-Han smirked, watching you down it with ease. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint a woman like you.”

You could feel his eyes all over you, and it was exciting. A feeling blossomed in your chest that you hadn’t felt in a long time, and you knew it wasn’t just the alcohol. But still, you remained slightly cautious of him even if you didn’t show it. There was a fine and dangerous line to balance when it came to the Lin Kuei. Though you didn’t know or understand why, the strained relationship between your clan and his had happened long before you came into power.

Watching him pour another shot, you brought the conversation back before you were interrupted. “So why did you come to see me?” you asked.

“Curiosity,” he admitted, sliding the cup before you. “Some of my most trusted allies speak highly of you. And when I got word of your father stepping down, I wanted to see for myself.”

“Well, I’m not preparing any armies, since you’re so curious.”

Bi-Han chuckled. “As if you could defeat the Lin Kuei.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned back in your seat and took the shot he poured for you. A shiver rippled through your body.

“I also never had any intentions of defeating the Lin Kuei,” you sighed, locking eyes with him again. “I feel that would be a waste, no?”

“Agreed.”

“I’m optimistic that we can strike some sort of deal to end this decades-long feud that neither of us particularly cares about. In fact, I think our factions could be stronger together. What really matters is outworld threats…”

You paused, eyes drifting to his bulging, crossed arms. “Would you consider peace? Or a mutually beneficial merger?”

Bi-Han listened as you spoke, staring directly at you. He was slightly surprised to hear your words. Peace? What a strange thing to admit. You were so optimistic and positive... he wanted to say naive, but he couldn't. You were anything but that, and you played your games well. Good enough to intrigue him, to lure him.

Despite all those warning signs that blared in his mind, Bi-Han could only concur that you were being genuine with no hidden agenda. If anything, he respected the boldness you exuded. Most people were too timid in his presence to ask.

“You truly are different from your ancestors,” he mumbled, placing his elbows on the table and leaning forward.

His eyes were fixed directly on yours.

“You really want peace between our clans?”

“Don’t you?” you asked, your gaze flickering with hope. “We can sit here and share a drink together, a Princess and a Grandmaster.” You took a slow sip of your cocktail before continuing, trying to gauge his reaction. “I think that’s a step in the right direction, probably more than anyone else has bothered to take in decades.”

Bi-Han fell silent. Somehow, he could decipher that your words were honest and sincere. It was something he didn't expect.

“A fair point.” He paused. “But that’s to say if you get what you want from me.”

“Bingoooo,” you drawled.

“So what do you want?” he scoffed, a displeased grunt leaving him as he watched your smirk deepen.

“I want to merge our clans. Organization and the division of power can come later, but I expect to remain queen. I want the authority to continue training the women of both your and my people. Neither of us can decide without consulting the other,” you paused. "Quite simple."

“Sounds awfully like marriage.”

“That could be arranged.” You shrugged. “Would that be your preference?"

A vixen, you were, presenting yourself as awfully innocent, speaking sweet nothings, and offering a better life, a united front that could not be overpowered by another. You made it seem so simple. And perhaps, it could be that way under your rule.

“I’ll admit it has a nice ring to it," Bi-han said.

Satisfaction crept into your expression, and so did your desire. "I'm thrilled you think so." A moment passed as you collected yourself, encouraging your lucidness for a bit longer. It was so easy to slip away and become infatuated with the Grandmaster before you.

Another sip of your drink settled your wandering thoughts.

“No man will ever strip me of my power.” You smiled sweetly, masking the previous pondering. “That is the one rule you will have to respect.”

Intensely, his eyes met yours again. In a deep, enticing tone, he whispered, “I can conquer you in other ways, dear princess.”

You hummed lightly in response. "So is this a deal?"

Bi-Han slightly tilted his head, trying to determine the cause of your excitement. “Does the idea of peace please you so much?”

“Yes,” you conveyed, reaching across the table and taking his hands in yours. The Grandmaster didn't shy away; you felt him relax from your touch. And as you decided to intertwine your fingers with his, they surprisingly fit perfectly. “We can be stronger this way, instead of fighting amongst each other. If we are unified, we can take on stronger outworld opponents.”

When was the last time Bi-Han allowed someone to touch him so casually? He couldn't remember, and his reaction betrayed his inner thoughts. It only fueled you further, but you remained still, waiting, your thumb brushing his knuckles.

“You’re very passionate about this,” he finally said, his dark, apprehensive gaze focused on your delicate hands.

One thing you were good at reading was body language, and Bi-Han had one unlike any other. When you showed happiness or touched him, he was shocked and almost uncomfortable, but then he wasn’t. For some reason, he allowed your advances. His eyes told you what you needed to know—desire.

What type was still unknown. But you would figure it out. You’d already gotten this far, and his compliance was easier to gain than you thought. A man rumored to be aggressive and stubborn was holding your hands and agreeing with you. He’d helped you even if it would be wise of him not to.

It felt like fate. Some would call it a death wish, but you persevered.

“I’m passionate about many things, Grandmaster…” you replied, voice faint and alluring as your thumb ran over his knuckles again. “But yes, I have dreams of something better for myself and your people.”

Something about how you touched him sent unfathomable jolts throughout his body. What was he supposed to do? The last thing he imagined was having a woman like you by his side. Yet, that was what he craved, despite all his training and how he was raised.

Your voice was soft and almost suggestive, but each word had meaning. Bi-Han knew that he shouldn’t be doing this. But he couldn’t bring himself to pull his hands away from yours.

From his silence and hesitation, you studied him further. A battle was ongoing in his mind, betrayed by his lack of eye contact, which had been so obvious before. What you missed was that confidence. That drew you to him initially, not just the rumors, but seeing him in action. He was a warrior and a leader, and you knew he was missing a woman's touch.

“You do not have many moments of peace, do you?” you whispered, encouraging him to meet your eyes.

Bi-Han knew you were perceptive, but he hadn’t expected you to be able to read him so easily. His face betrayed no expression, but his eyes spoke volumes.

The Grandmaster swallowed harshly.

“No,” he replied in a low voice, his hands finally curling around yours. “Few and far between.”

“You’re too hard on yourself, Bi-Han.” You frowned, this time genuinely. It saddened you to hear that someone as strong and powerful as him could also be suffering.

Had anyone ever been gentle with him? Did he ever smile or feel even fleeting moments of happiness?

“Let me help ease your stress.”

He didn’t know how to react to your words. No one had spoken to him like this in a very long time.

“How could you help relieve my stress?” he asked, his voice taking on a strained edge.

“In whatever way you want,” you trailed off. “I don’t have anywhere I need to be for quite some time…”

Bi-Han was silent, staring at you. He could feel the tension rising between you. Your words were seductive, a way to entice him. And to his own surprise, he couldn’t resist their power.

He could feel his self-control slowly slipping away; he could practically feel the alcohol rushing through his veins. The Grandmaster flexed his jaw, his eyes searching your face.

“And if I said I wanted you?”

“I know you do,” you replied with an all-knowing smirk, desire darkening in your eyes. What better way to soften a deal of peace than to have him all over your body?

Leaning forward across the table, the hemline of your dress sagged down slightly to reveal your cleavage once again. You watched his eyes move with your body, entranced.

“I haven’t had company in a long time… and I’m quite needy.”

Bi-Han's gaze was fixated on your body, hungrily scanning every inch. He swallowed, feeling a strange heat rising in his chest. He hated losing control. He should be the one in control. He should be giving the orders.

But there was just something about you that entranced him, that made him act differently… kinder… softer. All Bi-Han could do for a moment was close his eyes and exhale heavily. It took too much willpower to resist your temptation. And now that there was an invitation, all his fortifications crumbled.

“Do you want me to satisfy your neediness, Princess?”

“Please,” you whispered honestly.

Bi-Han opened his eyes, studying you carefully for any signs of deception. But no, he wasn’t wrong; it was clear that you wanted him badly. Your alluring voice and the look of desire in your eyes caused his blood to rush to the lower half of his body.

“Then come here. Sit on my lap," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper, but there was a demand.

A sudden wave of heat tightened in your abdomen from his tone. For no other man were you so keen to submit to.

With a lustful gleam in your sparkling, fox-like eyes, you stood up and walked around the table, heart pounding as you sat sideways in his lap. One of his hands immediately latched onto your waist to support you, pulling you closer with ease. He could hear you inhale sharply as he positioned you on his covered, hardening length.

“Is this what you imagined, princess?” he asked, somewhat cockily, as if he recognized his advantage, not only over you physically in this moment, but also over the average man. Perhaps over any man you’d been with before.

He wanted to be the best. And how quickly you nodded in response only fueled his ego more.

Gently forcing you to still against him, one of his hands slid forward to feel the soft warmth of your inner thighs while the other crept teasingly slow up your waist, pausing just below your bra.

Biting down on your lip to suppress a moan, you leaned back into him, the sweetness of your perfume and the plushness of your curves engulfing him.

He grunted, feeling his cock throb. “Are you this obedient for any man that comes along, princess?”

“N-No…” you stuttered as his finger teasingly played with the wire of your bra, his hand cupping your covered breast, beginning to fondle you excruciatingly slow.

“Must have caught me at a bad time,” you whimpered as you felt his hot breath fan down your back. Bi-Hans’s free hand reached up and beckoned your hair over your shoulder, giving him access to your uncovered neck.

“I wonder what a pretty girl like you is doing without a man to satisfy her desires,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and entirely consumed with lust. A need he'd been suppressing since the first time he heard your name. “Is that why you come here?” he asked. “You want men to look at you?”

“I…” you almost moaned from his teasing touch and tone alone. He knew what he was doing, nearly as payback… making you squirm like you had with him before. “I want to be satisfied,” you whined. “Only by a man like you.”

Bi-Han enjoyed the sound of your desperately pathetic whimpering. Having this power over you, having control over the clan leader’s daughter, drove him crazy. But it was more than that. He wanted to, almost feeling like he had to.

His hand continued to move, finding the edge of your panties. Pulling them back, the strand snapped against your skin when he released. “Then let me satisfy you, Princess.”

In public? Your cheeks flushed red, but your pussy pulsated with need in response to the fabric lifting off your neglected clit.

“Grandmaster…” you whispered in warning. “We can’t do that here…”

Bi-Han chuckled at your weak attempt, warning against what he was about to do. He knew it was too risky, too dangerous. If someone saw you like this, it could ruin all diplomacy between your clans.

But he didn’t care.

His fingertips only danced lower, moving against your delicate lace panties.

“Are you telling me what I can and can’t do, Princess?”

Before you could answer, his thumb pressed into your clothed clit, causing you to curse weakly under your breath.

“S-Shit…” you stuttered as he began to run agonizingly slow circles against your sweetest spot. It has been so long since you’d been touched like this. It was too much, and you were still paranoid. What if someone saw the two of you? Then what?

A part of you didn’t care, and a piece of you was turned on by the fact that the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei would make love to you in front of a crowd, but you knew better than that.

“A princess needs privacy…” You bit down on your lip to stifle a needy moan. “We can’t be seen doing this…”

He knew you were trying to maintain some control, but he wouldn’t let you do that. “A smart princess would follow the Grandmaster’s command,” Bi-Han replied in a low, husky voice, lips brushing against the sensitive skin on your throat, placing a slow kiss there. So much pleasure was being derived from him at the sound of your whines alone.

“Please, Grandmaster,” you whimpered. “I want you so bad…”

“Quiet, Y/N, and let me satisfy you here first.” It was the first time he’d used your name, but it barely crossed your mind before he pushed a finger inside your leaking cunt.

A moan attempted to leave your lips before his free hand clamped over your mouth. "Shh..." he cooed, kissing your neck and beckoning you in. Silenced, you melted against him. “I won't let anyone see you.”

Instinctively, your legs spread open wider. As you did so, he added another digit, which your cunt granted eagerly.

“Shit,” he muttered, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you, able to feel how you clenched around him. “So needy from being so neglected.”

For a moment, all you could feel was him. The way he played with you was all you could focus on, and you were completely engulfed. You writhed against him, whimpering into his hand, wishing you could lament about how amazing he was making you feel, wishing you could beg for his cock. It was torture, but you knew you couldn't release.

Not yet... not here…

A sudden wave of euphoria panged hard in your abdomen, and you twitched against him, whining loudly.

You were so close, and he was greedy, but you managed to break free from the hedonistic trance. A weak attempt was made to pull his hand away, and Bi-Han obliged.

He almost protested, but you obviously couldn't handle much more. You stood up immediately and pulled down your dress.

"Follow me," you said, masking the need you craved to convey.

Reputation was important, but you also deserved satisfaction. Every once in a while, you could live a little. For once, you didn't care what your clan would think. And you were inclined to believe that Bi-Han agreed. Despite your desire to have sex with him, you knew you would get what you wanted from him regardless.

And right now, all you could think about was how he would feel inside you.

The Grandmaster rose from his chair hastily, lightly smacking your ass before pulling you closer to him. An erotic, surprised squeal etched from your lips, unheard by others under the blaring music.

You were confident that nobody important would see you leave with Grandmaster Bi-Han, but you didn’t want to take any chances or give anyone leads.

Nobody else needed to know about a passionate and consensual night between two adults who happened to be leaders. Perhaps it was true of what your clan often said about you—that you were impossible to resist.

That was precisely what Bi-Han was thinking as you grasped his hand and pulled him through a secret back exit. Every rational part of him was screaming to resist and not trust or follow you, but he couldn't help himself. At the end of the day, he was just another man who couldn't pass up the opportunity to take you to bed.

Despite his stoic demeanor, his mind was consumed by thoughts of what would come and what he planned to do to you. Bi-Han felt a strange desire for you growing within him, unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

Once the two of you were outside, you turned around to look at him and released his hand.

"I'm renting a room at the hotel," you rushed out. "You're welcome to come with me, or I will see you later."

Bi-Han’s dark gaze settled on you as the night air enveloped you. He was utterly entranced by the sight of you that he hardly heard what you said. You radiated beauty so heavenly in the moonlight that the last of his composure faltered.

In fact, he seemed frozen. And you gently set your hand on his chest, gazing up at him with a sudden concern about his lack of response. There was a primal undertone in his stare, one that you found hard to resist and ignore.

“Bi-Han?” you asked hesitantly, trying to gauge his reaction.

But instead, he leaned down and took your lips in his.

You tasted precisely as he imagined; it was so sweet, so temptingly submissive, and so his. A spark ignited within Bi-Han that he’d never felt before. An intensity, a reverence he knew could not be found elsewhere.

"Talk after," he mumbled against your lips, his hands finding your waist and holding you against him like you would escape too soon. His tongue slipped into your mouth, desperate for more, for whatever you would give him.

Giggling into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down slightly so you didn’t have to reach as far.

Bi-Han groaned in the back of his throat at how eagerly you responded to him. He could feel the heat coming from your body, and he felt like he was going crazy with desire.

Eventually, you pulled away after making out with him in the alleyway for what felt like hours.

His thumb glided over your swollen lip. His mouth parted as if to say something, but he was too lost in admiring you.

“Come with me,” you said gently, taking his hand and leading him down the alleyway. Once you reached the next block, you stopped and pointed. “I’m on the second floor. I’ll meet you at that window.”

Bi-Han shook his head, releasing a light laugh. Your urgency was evident in your voice and demeanor. “I can do that, Princess.”

“Give me one minute,” you said, pulling out your room key and flashing it at him. “I would bring you through the front, but my father knows the staff.”

And then you turned around and headed toward the front entrance. Bi-Han observed you until you disappeared into the building, watching how your hips swayed, knowing blades were strapped underneath your dress. You flipped your hair over your shoulders, looking back at him briefly before the doors slid open. God, was he lucky to spend the night with you.

Bi-Han would make it worth your while. Quickly, he scanned the fire escape and calculated the swiftest way up. With a deep breath, he climbed the wall and found you already waiting by the window once he reached it.

Sliding it open, you stepped aside as he crawled through. Hardly a moment passed before he went for you, crashing his lips back onto yours.

Bi-Han lifted you into his arms, and you gladly wrapped your legs around his waist. He easily supported your weight and reached back quickly to slam the window shut with a satisfactory thud.

Then, he smacked your ass as he groped you, lips curling against yours in a raffish smile.

"May I have you, now?" he mumbled against your lips, pulling away to gaze at your face to ensure you wanted this. A part of him still couldn't help but wonder if this was some sort of trick or ploy. It was rare for a woman like yourself to hold so much power yet indulge in such a hedonistic way.

It excited him; it intrigued him. You were a woman who knew exactly what you wanted and needed. And you were unafraid to demand it of him. You deserved to be ravished, and you knew it.

All Bi-Han could think about was granting and exceeding your desires. He had fallen entirely under your spell.

A moment passed as you gazed into his dark, glossed-over eyes. "Show me why you're so deserving of your title," you dared, somehow knowing how to rile him even further, how to make him absolutely crumble underneath your touch, yet still wholly intent on your pleasure.

It made him break.

"You'll never think of another man again when I'm done with you, Y/N," he whispered as he lured you back to his lips.

The confidence in his words and the all-consuming taste of him caused you to shiver. And all you could manage was a satisfied whimper before he set you down on the bed.

Gazing up at him, you bit down on your lip. "Gentle," you cooed. It had been quite some time since you'd been with a man of his physique, let alone strength.

Of course, he would start out gently. But soon, he would have you begging for more.

Bi-Han lowered himself to his knees, watching you with lust-filled eyes as he first reached for your heels and slid them off with ease.

A hum of approval left you as he first kissed your ankles and moved up to your thighs, leaving light-peppered kisses that seared across your skin. As he rose further up you, his hands came to the back of your dress, and he pulled the zipper down.

"Bare yourself to me," he beseeched, hoping you would submit to him in turn.

His tone and the desperation in it made you still. Your eyelashes fluttered as he slowly slid your bra straps down your shoulders.

Your chest heaved as your breasts were revealed. Bi-Han swallowed hard as his eyes lingered, more than pleased at your endowment. Perfect—his for the night and eventually forever. That was what he was going to do. No other man deserved to see you like this. No other man would be able to enjoy your body like he was about to.

The Grandmaster couldn't wait, could hardly control himself as he leaned forward and attacked your breasts, leaning against you until you laid flat on the mattress.

"Don't rip it," you moaned, head tossing back as his tongue swirled around your nipple. In the next movement, your dress had been shimmed down your body and discarded to the floor. The dress would be fine, but as for your panties, he smirked against your skin before ripping them off you.

"Grandmaster!" you gasped, jolting briefly, legs spreading as he snaked between them, hovering over you.

"I can spoil you with something better."

Reaching forward, you fidgeted with his belt as he pulled his shirt off. He tossed it aside, and you were entranced by his contorting muscles, causing a rush of desire to pang in your abdomen again. By the elder gods, how badly you wanted to be dominated by him.

How sinful was this? Was it too indulgent?

As his cock sprang free, you hummed in approval, reaching out for it before you could stop yourself. Bi-Han had made you feel appreciated all night, and it was your turn to give him something unforgettable.

You knew that was what he wanted as your hand ran across the veins of his swollen shaft. His breath was sparse, and for a moment, he froze, only watching you, waiting, okay with letting you take the lead for a moment.

Leaning forward, you placed a kiss, beginning to tease him with tantalizingly slow pumps.

"So big..." you murmured, staring up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, rolling your tongue over his tip, already leaking with pre-cum.

"Too big for that pretty little mouth of yours?"

"Never," you whined through your exhale, hot breath searing down his shaft before your mouth covered him.

Instantly, his head tossed back as he groaned deeply, clearly relishing in the warmth of your mouth that enveloped his throbbing desire.

But it wasn't enough; nothing but your everything would be enough. Bi-Han watched you suck him, bobbing your head and trying to take all of him, eyes trained on yours as you brought him closer and closer like you weren't even trying.

Pumping the length you couldn't fit in your mouth, you moaned, batting your eyelashes, growing more desperate by the second.

"Y/N..." he groaned your name deeply as if in a trance.

If anything, he was wrapped around your finger. The Grandmaster knew you were his for the taking from the moment he glimpsed you. A perfect fit. And what he needed, what he craved, was your sloppy, desperate pussy. Watching you struggle against him was vivifying.

What wonders he would find when he was connected to you.

He shoved himself far and hard into your mouth, and you choked, pulling away in a gasp. Bi-Han was close and knew it, but he didn't want to risk it. The absence of your warmth pained him, and he was desperate to get it back.

"Lay down," he commanded.

And you listened, perhaps too eagerly, but it was what you needed.

"Can't let another man have you," he grunted, hands continuing to worship your body, squeezing and groping in a perfect balance of domination and attentiveness. It was like Bi-Han was trying to make you fall in love with him. This somehow felt like a promise, a glimpse of a potential future.

"Too perfect to let an unworthy man taint you," he added, leaning forward to gently take your lips with his. Your eyes widened, but you kissed him back, gripping his shoulders to steady yourself, the need for all of him panging deeper.

It was like he knew exactly what you wanted. What you craved.

“And do you think you’re worthy?” you asked, hardly above a whisper, eyes too filled with desire and anticipation to stop yourself, getting off on his words alone.

So selfish… so desperate and needy.

The Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei had already conquered you like he boasted he would, yet he was unable to take his eyes off you as he ran his hands across your waist again, positioning his cock at your entrance. Nothing mattered in this moment but you.

“I know I am, Y/N…” he tried to say confidently but faltered as he ran his cock teasingly through your slick folds. “Let me satisfy you.”

Meeting his eyes again, you nodded slowly, heart pounding inside your chest. “Please…” you whispered. So flustered, so incredibly desperate for a cock you shouldn’t have. You were pathetic, but you didn't care.

Watching you beg, Bi-Han could only grant your wish.

A whimper of elation escaped your lips as he pushed himself inside you slowly, letting yourself sink against his throbbing cock, feeling the length stretch your walls until it was impossible to go further. Watching you struggle against him made him grunt with satisfaction. Your pussy felt too good, a prize he'd been pining over for months. The best he ever had and will only have from that night onward.

“Feel good?”

"Y-yes, Grandmaster…ah!" you cry out again, back arching against the mattress as he continues to pump in and out of you greedily.

It was so good, like a drug, and now that Bi-Han had a taste, he could no longer go without you.

Your pussy was pulsing erratically, so wet and welcoming for him. What Bi-Han really wanted to do was fuck you senseless, claim each and every inch of your body. Teasing him all night, making him consent to deals that would benefit you more than him... what a vixen you were.

A low, possessive growl rumbled from his chest as his pace increased, losing himself in your arms, lips ravishing your neck, wanting to cover you in him. To mark you, to claim you.

Bottoming out, Bi-Han hoisted you farther up, and you compliantly wrapped your legs around his waist. He hummed in response as your walls squeezed his cock. A whimper escaped your mouth as your hands fell to your sides, hair fanning across the silk pillowcases. A fiery blush dusted your cheeks.

Angelic.

"Tell me who you belong to," he demanded, staring down at you with a feral gleam in his dark eyes.

It was hard to think about anything else as you tried to adjust to his length. He was huge, and you were already a stuttering mess.

"Y-You, Grandmaster,” you forced out, followed by a pathetic, needy whine. Hardly able to reply before he pulled his cock all the way out and then slammed it back in, burying himself deep inside your pussy, a groan of ecstasy leaving his lips at the way your walls coddled him so tightly, so perfectly, like you were made just for him.

Moaning, you stared deeply into his eyes as he pounded into you over and over again, to the point where you swore you could see stars. Bi-han was huge, fucking you until your moans were mixing with his, the sound of your pussy squelching, taking him fully until he was balls deep, causing a devilish grin to spread across his face.

He was consuming you, feeling his cock twitch inside of you as he glimpsed your breasts bouncing wildly underneath him. You felt too good, heavenly, the best he'd ever had.

"B-Bi-han!" you cried, hardly able to choke out his name in your euphoria, climbing higher and higher, your walls constricting, building. "I can't take it—ah—yes!" you choked out, unable to control yourself from the relentless pace, causing you to orgasm all over his unyielding cock.

He smirked, satisfied at how quickly he could make you unravel. "Look at you, Princess, loving the way my cock splits you open," he groaned, not slowing his pace or relenting, helping you ride out your high before he was going to throw you into another body-shaking orgasm.

"More...." you sobbed, tears clouding your vision, the sound of his skin slapping against your now-drenched pussy causing blood to pound louder in your ears. You could barely breathe, completely cock drunk and fucked-out.

"This is what you wanted the whole time, huh?" Bi-Han teased, barely, feeling himself lose control as he glimpsed the look of intoxication on your face. "What a harlot you are, princess."

His sensuality was music to your ears, and all you could do was moan, nodding with parted lips, body rocking back and forth against his relentless pace.

Your beauty enraptured the Grandmaster. How well and eager you took his length, how your nails scratched down his back, only edging him on further. "M'gonna breed your pretty little pussy, gonna make you mine..."

"Please, Bi-Han," you whimpered, grasping onto his arms that caged you underneath him for support. You were unraveling in his grip, and he couldn't be more satisfied. "S-so much..."

"Take it," he groaned an order, ramming into you over and over again. Your back arched against the bed as the Grandmaster hoisted your legs up higher around his waist, your ass cupped in both of his hands, thrusting right into your already inflamed g-spot.

All you could feel was him; all you could think about was him. Opening your eyes, you saw his eyes narrowed, determination in his expression. He looked so handsome above you, focused on ruining your body for his pleasure. He was finally all yours. And the memory of it caused the pressure in your abdomen to tighten once again.

“Fuck-oh-Bi-han!” Another cry was loudly called into the night, as you came again. It was hard. Violent. Bi-Han watched as your entire body shuddered, your legs trembling as you squirted against him.

At your quick and vocal release, Bi-han found himself unable to breathe, unable to even mutter a word as he plunged into euphoria, releasing his load into your sanctified cunt just seconds after you finished for the second time.

It felt too good, it felt like heaven. You must have put a spell on him, for he realized there was no other way to feel so... enraptured. These emotions, this feeling, having you in his arms...

You were so pretty for him, so angelic. You were the type of woman men went to war for.

"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, so needily that his desperate tone only elongated your orgasm.

Your legs dropped from his waist, but he remained inside of you, his hands still gripping your waist.

"That was..." you trailed off, chest rising and falling in deep, recolecting breaths. Your body and mind were on fire, still trying to reconcile what had happened.

Amazing. Bi-Han wanted to say, but all he could do was sink farther into you, hands massaging up your sides before pressing a kiss against your forehead.

As he pulled back, you gazed up at the Grandmaster with rapture in your eyes, satisfaction pulling at your lips. When he pulled out, his load started to leak from your core.

He simpered, admiring how beautiful you were like this, a smile on your face, skin glistening with sweat, his cum painting your pussy alabaster.

And finally, he spoke. "How beautiful you are."

For the first time in a long time, he was satisfied. Having you like this, a princess who submitted to no one, relieved his stress, it made him optimistic for the future. His prize, his greatest conquest.

It wasn't just your reputation or what you'd just given him. Deep in his heart, he knew it was more than that, even if he struggled to clarify precisely what.

The understanding that rang true in his mind, was that if you were by his side, the two of you would be unstoppable. And perhaps he was lovestruck enough to ensure that happened.

The same epiphany coursed through your body.

∘∙∘☾𖤓∘∙∘

When the sunlight peeked through the single window in your hotel room, you groaned in displeasure.

Your muscles were sore, your hair was a mess, and your head was aching from the remnants of last night. But at least the bed was cozy, so soft that you didn't want to reach for the glass of water beside you. You wanted to fall back asleep, forget your duties for one more day, and pretend your entire clan didn't depend on you.

A heavy, warm, and muscular body stirred beside you.

“Grandmaster?” you gasped, immediately shooting up from the bed and disregarding your previous thought. You hadn’t expected him to stay the night.

A sleepy, content smile etched across his face before he opened his eyes. Clearly, he found your reaction amusing. "Princess."

“Why didn't you leave?” you questioned, gesturing your hands out exasperatedly, though your urgency landed on deaf ears. You were still naked, after all, and it was a sight for him to see the first thing in the morning. "What if others see?"

Bi-Han wanted to get used to it.

“Let them.”

Your eyebrows narrowed, tone slightly sharper than before. "You don't get it; unless there's rumors of an engagement we cannot be seen together-"

"Do you want to marry me?" he interrupted, rising from the bed, the sheets sliding down his broad chest, making you fall silent. God, you were no better than a simple man when gazing at Bi-Han. Your thoughts seemed to wander, your control slipped, and your intent would falter. It was irritating how much power the Grandmaster had over you.

In turn, he was also irritated that you assumed he wouldn't understand your position and intentionally disrespect it. "Or did last night not mean anything to you?"

"Of course it did," you replied, crossing your arms over your breasts. "But we cannot be hasty in our decisions. Last night was fun, but my proposal was serious. If your intentions are elsewhere, I cannot be seen leaving with you."

How stubborn you were. But also smart. Bi-Han must not have shown you how serious he was about making you his. You didn't just want to submit to him without him doing the same in turn.

"My intentions are with you," he replied. For no one else would he be this honest, so open and irrecoverably entranced. Could you not see that he was trying? It was harder to admit than he would have thought. His life had been harsh and cruel; there was no gentleness or compromise. But you gave him a taste of something better, something he always wanted but thought he would never get. What he'd assumed would be a death wish, had now turned into a hopeful promise.

Bi-Han didn't care if it was too soon, hasty, or foolish. He wanted you by his side as his equal.

You analyzed him carefully, realizing he wasn't one for much expression. But it was in a slight way that his eyes softened as he glanced back at you. It was as if he meant everything he said, as if he was offended you were cautious.

“I will send a marriage proposal to your father by tomorrow.”

Surprised, your eyes widened. "Marriage?" But a faint pink dust darkened your cheeks, like you were hoping for him to agree to that alternative.

"I don't like to share," he huffed. To hell with all the formalities. What you'd proposed initially was precisely what he wanted and needed.

You chuckled softly, sitting back down on the bed beside him. A moment passed when you just stared at him in comfortable silence, taking his features in entirely for a second time. It was unforeseen that someone as cautious and headstrong as you, a respected and fawned-over warrior princess, would align yourself with the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.

But you liked to keep your enemies on their toes.

"Do you trust me?" you asked, knowing you were asking a lot. But if you were to also pledge your loyalty to him in the future, you needed to know if that potential was there. That mattered most. "You really want me to be your wife?"

Bi-Han's expression hardened, trying to suppress the embarrassment that threatened to be revealed without breaking your gaze. His eyes exposed what he struggled to say aloud. "For some reason," he managed to whisper.

A giggle escaped you as you tilted your head. "We'll work on that."

Reaching out, Bi-Han tucked some loose strands of your hair behind your ear. He couldn't fully see your face or sparkling, beautiful eyes. The back of his hand trailed down your cheek as he appreciated your features, a stunningly ravishing woman who deserved whatever she pleased.

And if you wanted him, the Grandmaster would accept that blessing.

"For you, I'll try," he said before leaning in to capture your lips.

Sighing blissfully, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you back to the mattress, lips tethered to yours, bodies melting back together in their rightful place.

That morning was filled with a slow, appreciative passion, unlike anything you had experienced before. A promise, a unity, a vow.

One that soon came true and remained until your dying breath.

#bi han x reader #sub zero x reader #sub zero #bi han sub zero #mortal kombat 1 #bi han x you

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n3ptoonz · 2 months ago

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HELLO, I come here shyly wanting to make a request for some mk1 characters with a gn reader who is simply addicted to kissing them and wants to kiss them all the time, my heart needs some kisses 😭🙏 Maybe with Tomas, bihan, raiden, kung lao and johnny 🙏🙏

and i am here to grant your wishes 🤫 this is SOO cute

how smoke, sub-zero, raiden, kung lao, and johnny are with a s/o that loves to kiss them

no warnings just fluff! gn!reader, "you" used

ty for your patience (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) this is from october ummm.. <3

Smoke

...loves that you love to kiss him. It caught him off guard at first because it happened so frequently but he got used to it quickly. This man would even pout if you didn't give him the same amount of kisses as before. Yes...he counted. It didn't take long for him to return the favor too. Random times of the day he'll walk up behind you and just copy what you did with his own touch. Oh, and believe me when I say he'll be expecting it every time he gets home. Literally every. Time.

Sub-Zero

...didn't like it at first. He thought you were being overbearing or maybe just teasing him, but after a good while he slowly warmed up to it. Don't do it so often cause he might get sick of it again. But when you time it just right? He melts. It was a long day at the Lin Kuei for the esteemed Grandmaster, and that familiar crinkle around his eyes when he's scowling and silently asking you to make him feel better has him getting attacked with kisses in seconds, and he smiles to himself every time.

Raiden

...also loves it, but it takes some getting used to. Zero issues with affection, it's just that at first he didn't really see why you were kissing him so much. Eventually he just stopped questioning it and would hug you tighter. Don't think he doesn't return the favor too, maybe not as intensely but he has his own way of letting you know just how he feels. And if Kung Lao asks why there's faint marks of redness on his skin, he just blushes and changes the subject.

Kung Lao

... can't get enough. Speaking of the charming, cocky, dimpled man, he immediately got used to it. Knowing him he probably joked about coming home to that and you were like BET. It fuels him. Fuels his ego but most of all his love. He's like damn, my s/o loves me so much, who's getting treatment like this before leaving the house? Coming back from missions? Training? Even when he was all sweaty and tired? He's on top of the world!

Johnny Cage

...fully expected it. If he could drown in your kisses he'd happily do so. He feels like the motherfucking man, because he is! I mean, look at you! Hottest person in the world greets him and bids him farewell with smooches? Sign him the fuck up for the rest of his life. The way he returns it is different, given that it might not be the soft peppering of kisses everywhere but he'd definitely kiss you more often so you know it doesn't go unappreciated.

#n3ptoonz #fluff #mk fluff #smoke x reader #tomas vrbada smoke #bi han sub zero #sub zero x reader #mk1 raiden #raiden mk1 #raiden x reader #mk1 kung lao #kung lao x reader #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage #mk hcs #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat headcanons

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pyrodolls · 3 months ago

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MORTAL KOMBAT 1 BOYS JEALOUSY HCS

WARNINGS: almost every male character on the main mk1 roster is included, a little bit of angst here and there, established relationships, some mentions of harassment and assholes not taking no for an answer, gender neutral reader, lowercase intended, you can clearly tell havik is the author's favorite, reader condones havik's actions in his part but author doesn't it's just for story purposes, characters may be ooc idk, not proofread we die like sindel

A/N: i got this idea while i was in the shower this morning blasting what is love by twice cuz i finally got around to the khaos reigns dlc yesterday and my interest in mk1 has been revived. also this took me 10 hours to write for some odd reason. also i've never written this many characters before in one part... please like and reblog i really am proud of this and hope you guys like it too <3 also you can tell the more i was writing the longer the paragraphs were getting

doesn't get jealous (he trusts you):

LIU KANG has full faith in your loyalty. he doesn't take it personally when someone flirts with you. he'll gladly step in if the person flirting with you isn't taking a hint, but overall, he isn't bothered. in fact, he's more concerned about your well-being than his. he'll comfort you after the encounter and ask if there's anything he can do to put your mind at ease.

KUAI LIANG would silently watch the interaction from a distance, waiting for the person to leave you alone. similar to liu kang, he trusts you and gives you the chance to defend yourself before he does. he's confident that you wouldn't leave him, but he still stays nearby in case you need his help. in the event that you do need his assistance in getting rid of the person, he wouldn't hesitate to teach them a quick lesson then evacuate the scene with you.

GERAS couldn't care less. in fact, he isn't surprised you would be hit on. you're physically and socially attractive, it makes sense that other people would attempt to court you. he trusts that you won't let the interaction go any farther. if the person persists or is disrespectful, he'll walk up to you two and bluntly state that you're taken, then leave immediately. he won't waste his time with assholes and perverts.

RAIDEN would feel a little awkward. he trusts you, so it's not that he's unhappy with you, but he feels uncomfortable for you. he's a very calm and civil man, so he usually tries to avoid confrontation. but when it comes to you? especially when the person is making you uncomfortable? he has no problem politely telling that person off and walking away with you. he'll later reassure you by reminding you that assholes and creeps will always be around, but so will he.

doesn't get jealous (because he gives you scary dog privileges):

KENSHI TAKAHASHI wouldn't feel jealous at all if someone were to hit on you. he knows his partner is wonderful, so of course other people are going to approach you. besides, he knows he looks a bit intimidating with his tattoos, muscles, and confident aura. weirdos that flirt with you will back off when they see kenshi casually put his arm around you as you talk to the person, as if he's daring them to try something. his years involved with the yakuza have made him fearless. he has witnessed the wrath of man many times, so he has no issue teaching another one a lesson if he must.

BARAKA is like a guard dog. with his physique and face? yeah, nobody is messing with you or even approaching you. he usually feels very guilty about this, advising you to leave him due to the embarrassment of being associated with him. but sometimes, his curse can be a blessing to ward off perverts. it fills him with a very rare sense of pride, being able to protect you just by standing by you.

GENERAL SHAO definitely gives you scary dog privileges. he's well-respected in outworld, so everyone usually respects you, his partner, as well. this can be a double-edged sword, however. while outworlders often avoid you out of respect, it is also out of fear of the general's wrath. it's hard for you to walk around anywhere without stares or people trembling in fear, afraid to upset you. not because they're intimidated by you, but because the general has made it very clear that if anyone (especially his soldiers) were to treat you with anything but respect, they'll get an axe to the head.

he's instilled this fear into everyone's head, so you aren't harassed when you are alone. the general is often busy with his own endeavors, so he likely won't be there to defend you instantly. that's why he is very strict with his soldiers when it comes to you. you won't need his immediate protection as long as he makes sure everyone follows his rigid commands.

REIKO, similar to the general, has earned respect among outworlders for his strength and tenacity. while you aren't as feared as you would be with the general, reiko still has his ways of making sure you aren't bothered. because unlike the general, he has slightly more time on his hands to accompany you in your free time. when strolling around outworld, it is not uncommon to get a few stares, but reiko is brave enough to stare back at people with the fury of a true warrior. he has the scars on his back and calluses on his hands to prove his fighting spirit that nobody is reckless enough to challenge.

QUAN CHI is either hated, feared, or respected by everyone. nobody is going to mess with you as long as he is around. with his sorcery, he'll have no problem cleaning up the rodents that attempt to flirt with you. you won't even get the chance to reject anyone, since he's always ready to harm anyone that even dares to look at what is his.

BI-HAN, similar to the general, has already warned everyone in the lin kuei of the consequences that come with disrespecting you. he laid out many rules on how they should interact with you. if anyone among the clan dares to break these terms he drilled into their heads, they will be met with a harsh punishment. he won't tolerate rulebreakers.

and that's what he did on the day someone broke his rules and drunkenly flirted with you. the problem is, he would also be angry at you. bi-han firmly believes that you should be strong enough to protect yourself when he isn't there. if the person that was hitting on you starts to go a bit too far, and you are unable to stop them, bi-han ends up blaming you for their actions. despite having a myriad of punishment methods in his mind, he still wants you to fend for yourself anyway. he is upset for weeks after the incident. it is unclear whether bi-han is angry at himself and taking it out on you, or if he is truly delusional enough to blame you for an incident you never asked for.

gets jealous, but handles it rationally:

JOHNNY CAGE is used to people hitting on him. he's sexy, and an actor, which is a dangerous combo to date. he's made it very clear in private that he would never leave or cheat on you for someone else, and he ignores the numerous amounts of supermodels and fellow actors that attempt to date or sleep with him. you've gotten used to it overtime, as you already discussed your boundaries with him. but you two have never discussed what to do if you are the one being hit on.

if someone were to flirt with you in front of him, he'd butt into the conversation, putting his arm around you and saying: "yeah, my partner's smokin' hot, aren't they?"

he'd start to brag about you and the person would probably get annoyed and walk away. you can't tell if johnny was jealous and purposefully drove them away, or if he just wanted to use the opportunity to talk about you at length. perhaps it was both. you'll never know.

KUNG LAO is infamous for being cocky and prideful. some find his confidence charming, others dislike him and read his personality as arrogant rather than confident. so how could kung lao possibly be jealous? well, the answer is: he isn't. or at least that's how he appears.

he's the type of guy to love showing you off. he's protective, but proud. he'll walk around with his arm wrapped around your waist, with his head held high knowing you only belong to him and nobody else. which is why his ego is so hurt when someone has the audacity to hit on you. did they not clearly see that you're together? kung lao is more personally offended than possessive over you. he won't visibly get angry or anything, just mildly annoyed. he'll become touchier, giving you more kisses and compliments than usual. if you questioned his behavior, he'd respond with a playful: "what? am i not allowed to love my partner?" emphasizing the latter end of the sentence for everyone in the room to hear.

gets jealous, and does not handle it rationally:

SHANG TSUNG, similar to kung lao, is prideful enough to enjoy showing you off. but shang tsung tends to be sassier and hold grudges. while he lets you express yourself and wear/do whatever you want, he didn't expect it to backfire when someone ends up being attracted to you and attempting to court you. but he doesn't do anything about it. he stands from afar and waits for your conversation to be over.

you reject the person and go back to him, but shang tsung would spitefully ignore you. he even started responding to you with sassy quips after you were hit on. you could attempt to make amends with him by trying to initiate a conversation, until this little shit rolls his eyes and says something along the lines of: "why don't you go have fun with your partner?"

you'll never know if he's simply overdramatizing his jealousy to hide it, or if he's just being his usual petty self to get a reaction out of you.

TAKEDA TAKAHASHI is a young man focused on his endeavors. it's not that he doesn't care about you, but he (unfortunately) must keep his distance from you sometimes. your relationship is secret for the sake of your safety. nobody knows that you two are together, so it doesn't surprise him that you are flirted with every now and then. takeda does, in fact, feel jealous. he's not just jealous that they get to openly show their affection towards you, but he's also a bit insecure at times. he knows you won't leave him so easily, but there's still the nasty thought that creeps in the back of his head every now and then, telling him that you deserve better and he can't give you the love you deserve.

TOMAS VRBADA is usually a confident man. he may be kind and generous, but that doesn't make him weak. he's been a hardworking fighter since childhood. he's garnered an impressive amount of experience and intelligence regarding the battlefield over time. but romantically? he doesn't have as much experience. you're probably one of, if not the first relationship he's ever been in.

so, when you're hit on, he isn't quite sure what to do. he understands that the person flirting with you probably just doesn't know you're not single. tomas would speak up and calmly mention that you're already taken. the person that was flirting with you would scoff after seeing tomas, telling you something along the lines of: "him? really? you could do better." instead of causing a scene, tomas ignores the person and leaves with you.

but hours later, it still bothers him, even though he pretends it doesn't. he thinks about your relationship and wonders if you really could do better. he tries his best to be as loving as possible towards you, despite his inexperience in romantic relationships. but with his cluelessness, conflict with the lin kuei, and trying to build up the shirai ryu? he doesn't have a lot of time for you, so he understands if you wanted to leave him. it's a thought that will haunt him for days if you don't notice his behavior and ask him about it.

SYZOTH has always been secretly insecure during your relationship. he fears that you may leave him due to his zaterran blood. plus, after his family was killed by shang tsung, he has been afraid of losing you like he lost them. sometimes he fears he is too clingy, and other times he fears he isn't attentive enough. it makes him feel as if he isn't enough for you. these fears are only enabled by someone flirting with you. his mood would immediately turn sour after witnessing that interaction, until you reject that person and put them in their place. as appreciative as he is for your loyalty, (and flustered to hear how much you care about him) he still can't shake his anxieties away.

you'll likely have to comfort him and reassure him that you will always stay with him, not bothered by his struggles. you must be the one to bring it up though, because syzoth is too afraid to admit that he is jealous. he'll keep it bottled up until you notice his behavior.

ZEFFEERO's pride gets in the way of admitting his true feelings most of the time. you've helped make him more comfortable being vulnerable, but it's only natural that the high mage refuses to admit when he's jealous. it was hard enough to court you; even harder to watch as someone attempts to court you for themselves. it annoys him to watch someone think they can just flirt with you. it enrages him even more when they refuse to take no for an answer and persist in their catcalling. with his blood boiling, he struggles to contain his emotions and stop himself from resorting to violence.

after the incident is over and you dealt with it on your own, he refuses to leave your side in public ever again. whatever gathering or meeting you must attend, he'll be there too. that way, it'll ease his anxieties and make sure you are safe and comfortable. even though you've shown you're capable of taking care of yourself and staying loyal to him, his jealousy drives him to believe that you need him.

a secret fifth worse thing:

HAVIK... yeah you probably guessed he'd have an entire category to himself. it is very difficult to tell how havik feels when someone else flirts with you. is he angry at them for trying to take you? not quite. his beliefs are bent on freedom, so it isn't like you're tied down to him in any way. but at the same time, he can't help but feel a bit hurt, maybe even a bit betrayed at the thought of you leaving him. he doesn't have anyone else. he's been forced to fight for himself after a painful past in seido, then seeking retribution ever since. nobody has condoned his acts since drowning its capital. anyone that isn't on his side is considered his enemy. you're the last person he considers an ally.

you're also the only person that sees his vulnerable, traumatized side that he often disguises with anger. his wrath has tormented him for years, driving him to insanity and believing it is okay to kill anyone that opposes him. it was a miracle that you were able to see through his mask of anger and show love and support towards him, which are two things he isn't used to. that's why he can't help but feel irked by someone attempting to court you. you're the only person that has genuinely loved and cared for him, even after the things he has done. now that he's had a taste of what love and affection is like, he's not going to let you leave him that easily.

he tells himself that he doesn't need an ally, and he can help bless millions with anarchy and chaos by himself, but deep down, he still selfishly wants you for himself. he would feel more comfortable in his rebellion with you staying at his side rather than leaving him for someone else. so yes, he does feel jealousy, (and fear that you'll leave him) but he refuses to admit it and conjures up a lie that you need each other, convincing himself of a false idea rather than facing the truth that his strong desires of "freedom" magically go out the window when it comes to you.

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