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i’ve been seeing a lot of people get upset about lack of interaction on the fics. and i agree!

due to tumblr not letting our works show up in tags, where we heavily relied on strangers finding our things on tags, we had interaction. now we only have followers/mutuals!

if you like the works your read, reblog! a like does absolutely nothing and we won’t know if you actually like our work or if it was an accidental like. leave a comment, reblog, reply! the reason writers and creators don’t produce as much is because we don’t get the feedback we are looking for and likes ratio reblogs hard.

if you like the works you see, just do a simple reblog and maybe a little comment! i know writers like myself love seeing people share their thoughts and feedback on a story and it motivates us to create more because sometimes we come back to comment.

likes don’t do anything. reblogs work wonders!

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it’s so frustrating (and heartbreaking) to see so many writers going on indefinite hiatus / deleting their blogs because they are not motivated to write anymore. worst of all: people would always be like ‘no why are you leaving we don’t want you to do so :(’ but they were nowhere to be seen in our notifications beforehand. the lack of support on this platform is a huge issue and it’s a shame that content consumers don’t get the hint when writers have been waving the red flag for months. please support creators by rebbloging their posts, interact with them by leaving a few tags, a comment or an ask! if you’re too shy then hit that anon button and you’re good to go. show them that their works matter and you enjoy their blog, because when the decision to leave is made, it’s already too late.

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An open note to readers of fanfic

Sometimes I stare at the computer screen when the words don’t want to come and I think, “Fuck, who am I kidding? This is terrible writing, and this story is shit, and no one cares, anyway.”  And I close the window and go do something else.

But every now and then I get an amazing, heartfelt, beautiful comment from someone who loved something I wrote, and it reminds me that, at least for that one person, I did write something worthwhile. And so I open the window again and I write one sentence, and then another, and then I start to find my way again.

So on behalf of all fanfic writers everywhere, I want to say thank you, thank you so much, to all of the readers who take the time to leave a comment and tell us that something we wrote mattered to you, that it brightened your day or made you laugh or cry or get horny or whatever.

Please don’t think we’re ever bothered by your comment, or that we don’t want to hear it, or that what you have to say isn’t important enough. It means so, so much. And on some days, it’s what keeps us going.

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Order Up - Agnes joins the Black Dragon Clan

“Listen mate,” Kano said, pulling open the door to the diner with Erron close behind, “this place has a new cook now. I swear it’s a million times better than before.”

Erron eyed Kano cautiously. “Said I would join you cause you had someone new to add to the group, not to eat.” He absentmindedly rubbed his abdomen.

Kano motioned for the cowboy to take a seat in the nearest booth. “Trust me,” he said with a toothy grin, “you won’t get the shits this time.”

Erron scoffed at the Aussie. “Trust you? I’d trust an 8-foot-tall rattlesnake that hasn’t eaten in weeks before I trust you.”

“Well, that’s just fucking hurtful.” Kano replied as he grabbed the menus from behind the condiments. “Hmmm, had the burger last time, let’s see if this new girly can make a man a steak.”

“What girly?” Erron asked, cocking his eyebrow at the mercenary.

As if on cue, the doors to the kitchen swung open. A small middle-aged woman appeared, with long salt and pepper colored hair evenly parted and braided on each side of her head. She wore a scowl as she walked out, which emphasized her crow’s feet more. Her steel blue eyes roamed the dining area as she walked behind the counter. She glanced over at Kano and Erron and scoffed at the sight of the cowboy. Shaking her head and laughing to herself as she began to fill a large styrofoam cup.

“Agnes?!?” A shrill voice filled the small dining area. “What are you doing? We have customers?”

“Getting a drink,” the short woman replied with a shrug, “obviously Michael.” The disdain she carried for the man was evident in the way she pronounced his name.

“There is water in the back.” He responded, irritated.

“I wanted caffeine.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“We. Have. Customers.”

“And?”

“Agnes.” He sounded tired and annoyed.

“Fucking Christ. I am thirsty, so I am getting a fucking drink. Calm your tits, Michael.” She rolled her eyes over her cup as she began to drink from it.

“AGNES!! LANGUAGE!! How many times must I explain to you that kind of language is unacceptable out here.” He gestured to the dining area.

Agnes stared hard at the man. She downed her whole drink and then began to fill it again, never taking her eyes off him.

“Just get back in there, you have orders to fill.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, annoyed.

“Sir, yes sir.” She replied in a mocking tone.

Kano stared at her as she disappeared back into the kitchen, a small predatory grin began to form on his lips.

Erron glared at kano. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack mate.” He motioned for a nearby waitress. A young, painfully timid, 20-something waitress scurried over to the pair’s booth. Kano smiled at her as she pulled her pen and pad from the pockets of her worn and dirty apron.

“Well, hello there, sweetheart.” His eyes darkened as he looked her up and down, licking his lips. The girl giggled nervously, pushing a strand of unkempt hair behind her ear. Her eyes darted back and forth between the pair, nodding quickly as she wrote down their orders. Erron sighed, reluctantly ordering something at Kanos’ insistence.

“If I get sick again…” he warned Kano.

“Eh, you’ll be fine Roy Rogers.” Kano replied as he watched the waitress disappear behind the kitchen doors.

“She’s too young for you.” Erron stated coldly.

Kano scoffed, ignoring the cowboy. “I already told ya. Foods better now that sweet little chick’s cooking.”

Just as the young waitress exited the kitchen a loud, long, ringing noise like metal clanging against another object resonated throughout the small diner. Followed by an angry female voice screaming, “FUCKING COCK!! PIECE OF SHIT PAN!! FUUUUCK YOUUUU!!!” Michael flew into the kitchen, his voice drowned out by Agnes’ string of curse words.

“Sweet?” Erron almost laughed. “Ain’t nothing sweet about that one.”

Kano filled the next twenty minutes with nonsensical chatter and Black Dragon gossip. Erron, as usual, paid him no attention. His eyes surveyed the room, watching the other diners as they ate, gathering their reactions to the food. The same waitress brought the pair their order. She barely placed Kanos plate on the table before he attacked his steak, tearing off an enormous piece and shoving it into his mouth. He moaned out loud, grabbing the attention of a few other customers nearby. “Fucking hell, that’s good.”  

Erron stared at his plate. Unpleasant memories of sitting, sweating heavily on a toilet; moaning a slew of obscenities and promises of pure, sweet vengeance flooded his mind. He observed Kano intently as he shoveled bite after bite into his mouth, looking for any sign of sickness or distress.

“Just eat your fucking food.” Kano said between bites. “Stop being such a big baby.”

Erron cut a small piece of steak. He sighed and forced the fork up to his mouth. Kano rolled his eyes as Erron meekly took a bite and warily chewed his food.

“Fucking hell.” Kano muttered under his breath as he watched the cowboy eat painfully slow.

Not long after the mercenaries finished eating, a lone man walked into the diner. Tall and daunting, an unnerving presence emanated from the man. Michael looked up from behind the register, his fake beaming smile dissolving into a grimace. He immediately turned to walk into the kitchen, but Agnes was standing in the doorway glaring at the new patron.

“Agnes, back in the kitchen.” He squeaked at her. Agnes ignored Michael and continued to seethe at the man.

“AGNES.”

She slowly turned her head to face Michael, then narrowed her eyes at him as she walked back into the kitchen. Michael slithered over to the same young waitress that served Kano and Erron earlier. The girl’s eyes went wide, and she began shaking her head, no, frantically. The unsettling man sat; beady, malice-filled eyes followed the young waitress’s every move. Michael ordered her over to his table. The loner’s sinister smile widened as he stared at the poor girl; her head down, staring at the floor, body visibly shaking, as she pleaded with her manager to no avail. Michael turned his back and walked away, refusing to look at her.

“Looks like things are about to get interesting in here.” Kano mused.

Erron turned in the booth to face the unfolding scene. The waitress slowly crept over to the table standing as far away from the man as possible, but close enough to take his order. Feigning insult at the gap between them, the man lunged at the waitress, grabbing her arm, and pulling her in closer. She yelped loudly, then cried out harder as he twisted her arm to an uncomfortable angle, laughing in her face. Every person in the diner gawked at the man and the waitress. Some jumped up, others yelled, but not a single person moved to intervene. With everyone fixated on the young waitress and her assailant no one noticed Agnes exiting the kitchen carrying a large cheese grater. She calmly walked up to the man and swung her arm back then forward, hitting the man in the face with the grater, with as much force as she could muster. Chunks of flesh and blood flew as the man wailed. He crumpled to the floor, holding the side of his face, and screaming. Every other patron froze, except for Kano, who laughed maniacally.

Agnes walked up to Michael, who was standing in front of the register again. She threw the cheese grater on the counter and sighed. “I’m fired now, ain’t I?” she plainly asked.

Michael slowly pulled his eyes off the shrieking man to look at her. “Yes Agnes, please go collect your things.” He said quietly.

“Whatever.” Was all she replied.

Erron was on his feet, hand resting on the butt of his revolver. He watched Agnes disappear into the kitchen. "I get it now.” He chuckled lightly.

“Get what?” Kano slyly smiled at Erron.

“Oh, I get why you picked her.” Erron then gestured to the man crying on the floor. “By the way, you know that creep?”

Kano huffed. “Why the fuck would I know him?” Kano asked, insulted.

Erron mumbled over his shoulder as he walked toward the exit. “Never know with you.”

The two positioned themselves by the door. Agnes stomped out of the kitchen and eyed every single person in the diner. “Bunch of bitches in here.” She scoffed. “Grown ass men letting a little girl get manhandled and you all just stand there. Fucking cowards. Especially you Michael, you are the absolute fucking worst of them all, just so you know.”

She walked over to the blubbering man; her small frame towered over him. “That’s what happens when you fuck with the people in my kitchen, bitch.”

She turned around. Kano was standing in front of the door smiling at her. “Hello sunshine. How’d ya like a job?”

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so many writers go on a hiatus when their fics don’t get interaction & then people will complain that the [character] x reader tag isn’t as active as it used to be.

you need to start supporting people by reblogging & commenting on their fics — especially NON-CREATORS because whenever i see comments, it’s by other content creators 99% of the time.

non-creators like the fics they enjoy at most & that’s it. obviously, you’re not obligated to interact but don’t be surprised that the tag is dry af or when people stop writing for characters & move onto something that will get them better interaction.

obviously, creators do this too but they’re much more likely to interact with your content.

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TUMBLR IS RE-ACTIVATING SAFE MODE!

This is essentially a shadow-ban on the entire NSFW blogging community.

If you run a NSFW blog, you will soon notice that your audience has dropped substantially.  You cannot prevent this from happening, but if you prepare your followers for the forced “safe-mode” change, you can reduce the impact.  

REBLOG - SHARE - WARN YOUR FOLLOWERS

BE PREPARED TO DISABLE SAFE-MODE ONCE AGAIN!

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Some more Agnes content:

Her kitchen playlist:

Agnes has (almost) full sleeve tattoos on both arms, kitchen knives with food either inside or around. She has a small Black Dragon tattoo at the base of her neck.

This is a layout of the kitchen at the Black Dragon base. Thanks to @justnerdthings for reminding me there needs to be a bar/dining area. I didnt even think of that (How can there not be a bar? Duh)

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More Agnes head canons:

Queen of eye rolls and long annoyed sighs. She has a very expressive face, you know exactly what she’s thinking. 

Aggressive driver who yells a lot, A LOT. Everyone is stupid and is wrong even when they are right. Only Alex likes to ride with her. She teaches him new swear word combinations like twat waffle. “SUCK A MASSIVE TIJUANA DONKEY DICK YOU PIECE OF SHIT NO TURN SIGNAL USING FUCK FACE!!”

Loves late 90s/00s alternative rock, especially women fronted bands like Hole, Garbage, No Doubt, The Breeders. Likes most music genres but country music. She just can’t do country music after that time in Arizona. This one diner played the same songs over and over again on an old cd player. She might actually stab Shania Twain if she ever met her. (Picture her standing in front of the grill, burger burning to a crisp, eye twitching until she snaps and bludgeons the cd player to death)

Dances to music when doing prep work.

Really fast knife skills. When watching cooking shows and they do one of those fast knifework challenges she scoffs. ”Pathetic.”

Because she is in an area where every Black Dragon member comes and goes, she ‘overhears’ many conversations so she kind of knows all the gossip in the compound.

Is a big softie behind her grumpy exterior.

Worries about the others going on their missions. Cooks/does prep work excessively when she’s worried.

Touch starved. The first time Kabal put his hand on her shoulder she froze until he left the room then melted to the floor.

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Random head canons for Agnes:

She’s lost most of her accent (think Minnesota mixed with Canadian) moving around the US, but certain words you can still tell. Don’t make fun of it. Someone did in the compound, and no one’s seen them since.  

She tells the most outlandish stories about working all over. No one knows if they are true or not. “I watched a guy snort coke off another guy’s ass in a booth at a Waffle House I was working at outside of Jersey. There were no other customers around but still, gross.”

She loves to cook, and her kitchen is organized her way, don’t touch anything.

Has a small tv in the back room where she watches trash cooking competition shows. And gets angry watching, yells a lot.

She knows Echo goes up on the roof sometimes and if Agnes feels its too cold to be up there, she will bring Echo a hot chocolate and a blanket.

If anyone brings a pet into the base, she will cook special food for it. No regular dog or cat food. Its gourmet shit all the way.

Certain members are trying to get her to dye her greys. Maybe fluorescent red to go with the black. She hasn’t yet but is thinking about it.

Erron challenged her to a chili cookoff. He lost and is still pouting about it.

Being 5’1” she has fallen into the deep freezer with just her legs sticking out. Someone gifted her a reach extender. She actually uses it.

She loves fresh cut flowers. Especially honeysuckle, hyacinths, daisies, daffodils and tulips. But sunflowers are her absolute favorite.

She wears the croc like kitchen shoes. And dickies cargo pants because of all the pocketsssssssss. Her hair is always pulled back. One time when Kabal was in the back after eating she let her hair down and he literally swooned.

Her and Kabal have a sweet/sarcastic/playful relationship. They are always poking fun at each other. It’s the only time anyone will catch her smiling when he is around. He enjoys her company more than he wants to admit, the calm within the chaos. Neither has told each other how they feel. Yet.

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MK OC: Agnes Reed

Oh boy, ok. Here we go.

Much thanks to @roofgeese and @chadillacboseman for the confidence boost to post this. 

Real name: Agnes Reed

Nicknames: Ness, Nessie

Age/Date of birth: Unknown but she has been turning 39 this year for the past 4 years

Place of birth: Upper Peninsula Michigan

Height: 5’1”

Weight: 135lbs

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Was black, now becoming more salt and pepper

Languages: English

Affiliation: Black Dragon

Job: Cook, also good with knives and whatever else is lying around the kitchen.

Not much is known about Agnes and her years before the Black Dragon other than she wanted to attend culinary school but could not afford it. Instead, she worked in various diners and small restaurants across the United States. She has mentioned she never stayed in one place too long, mostly because of her temper. She can be quite grumpy and does not tolerate any nonsense in her kitchen. (She has been known to throw things and hit people with various kitchen items) The day she was hired by Kano, she was working in a small diner when one of the customers grabbed a waitress and almost broke her arm. Agnes jumped the counter and hit the customer in the face with a cheese grater. Facing assault charges, she decided to take Kanos offer to work for the Black Dragon.

Even though her attitude is poor, she gives off big mom energy. Whenever someone has a bad day or is feeling down, they go to her kitchen where she will make them some comfort food and (with her favorite members only) gives them a kiss on the top of their heads. Everyone loves her food; it reminds them of home in each of their own way.

Kano has been afraid of her ever since she threw a cast iron skillet across the kitchen when she caught someone making fun of a recruit. The hole is still there, and he will not enter her kitchen unless invited. That was the one thing she asked of them when they hired her, that the kitchen was HER KITCHEN and her rules. Kabal visits when he’s feeling down about his scars/accident. She gives him the whole backroom to eat in peace with his mask off and will not let anyone interrupt him. Its his one space he has that Kano will not bother him. Sometimes after he’s done eating, she sits with him and they talk for hours. She has a massive crush on him.

She has a foul mouth and almost every sentence contains some version of the word fuck. Everyone makes fun of her resting bitch face, which she says, “it’s not resting bitch face, its just my fucking face.” Someone bought her a Top Chef coat (that came with the cookbook) as a joke, and she wears it all the time unironically. Certain members love making up new nicknames for her that all pertain to cooking in some way.

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I am going to keep writing Kabal fics but I am also going to be writing stuff for my OC Agnes. So Im about to dump a bunch of stuff about her here shortly.

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Imagine Kabal giving you a nickname

The fluorescent lights flickered overhead of your booth. You groaned loudly putting your head in your hands and gently pulling the skin down your face. Today was a much-needed break away from everything Black Dragon. You were sick of the missions. Sick of things going wrong. Sick of Kano and his insane, annoyingly loud ass. Sick of Erron and his dumb cowboy euphemism or idioms or whatever they are. Sick of Kabal and his constant teasing. All you wanted was some comfort food and a semi-quiet place to forget about the last few days.

The waitress brought out your order, a big greasy cheeseburger and fries. A chocolate malt and a Wild Cherry Pepsi with that good ice to wash it all down. Before you could grab a condiment from behind the napkin dispenser, there was a gust of wind and a flash of violet. You took a deep breath to prepare for the upcoming conversation.

“Hey.” Kabal said as he leaned back in the seat opposite of you, putting his arms up on the top of the booth.

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Go away.”

Kabal flashed you a devilish smile. “Can’t.”

“Why? Not?” You asked through gritted teeth.

Kabal looked around the diner. “No more seats. Too bad, so sad.”

You glared at the mercenary. “Go. Away. Kabal.”

“Nah, I’m good.” He shrugged.

The two of you sat in silence as you aggressively ate your food, still staring angrily at Kabal. He stared back, smirking at you which made you even angrier.

“You gonna stop hate fucking me with those eyes anytime soon or what?” Kabal finally asked.

You scoffed, almost choking on a fry. “I am not.”

Kabal raised his eyebrows and smiled wide. “Oh yes you are.”

“Grow up.”  You muttered, rolling your eyes.

Kabal moved his hands to the table and gestured toward your food. “By the way, why do you have two drinks?”

“I don’t.” You answered as you continued to ferally shovel your food into your mouth.

He furrowed his brow. “Yes, you do.”

“I have a drink and a milkshake.” You snapped, narrowing your eyes at him.

“That’s two drinks, there’s two glasses.” He said holding up two of his fingers like a peace sign.

You closed your eyes and clenched your fists, “Ice cream isn’t a drink.”

“Yes, it is, if it’s a shake.” He continued to argue, knowing full well it was infuriating you.

You took another deep breath, trying to stay calm, “No. It’s a dessert, not a drink.”

He pointed to your milkshake. “It literally has a straw.”

“So?” You scowled at him.

“So, it’s a drink.” He smiled smugly.

You threw your head back in frustration. “Oh my God will you just shut up and let me eat in peace please.”

Kabal shrugged again. “Fine.” He started drumming his fingers on the booth, sighing loudly and then tapping his feet on the floor. You looked up, he was smirking at you again. You huffed, trying your best to ignore him. Kabal shifted in his seat a few times before taking his jacket off. He wore an olive-colored tank top underneath his jacket. His muscles practically straining against the fabric. Your eyes briefly roamed over his sculpted pecs and then his large biceps. He was as attractive as he was annoying. It was incredibly irritating. Mostly because part of you wanted to rip his clothes off and have him fuck the ever-loving shit out of you. While the other part of you wanted to choke the life out of him.

A flash of purple shot across the table. You looked down at your plate. A few fries were gone.

“HEY!!” you yelled, looking up at Kabal who was grinning and chewing.

Another flash and more fries were gone. You flung your arms around your plate. “Fucking quit!!”

Kabal laughed as he did it again. You growled at him, hovering over your plate and guarding it like an animal.

“Oh, yeah. Now I know exactly what I’m going to call you.” He said holding a fry and waving it around.

You continued to stare at him. “What are you talking about?”

“Been wanting to give you a nickname for a while now but couldn’t think of anything. But now, now I got it.” He pointed his fry at you. “Kitten.”

“Kitten?” You sneered.  

“Definitely. Your small, cute and aggressive but in a non-threatening way.”

You stared at him, narrowing your eyes. He reached for another fry. You growled and slapped his hand away. “See, that’s what I’m talking about. So vicious but harmless.” He chuckled.

“You are so annoying.” You said shaking your head in frustration.

He smiled wickedly. “Am I though?”

“Yes.” You hissed at him.

He tilted his head and cocked an eyebrow, “Really? Because I caught you looking at me and I think you’re lying.”

A light blush crept across your face, “FUCK YOU KABAL.”  

“I mean if you want to, I’m down.” He winked. “Anytime, anyplace.”

“I. Uh, wh-what? What are you…?” You shifted your gaze around the room as you stumbled for words, avoiding all eye contact with the mercenary.

“Look at you all flustered. Oh, that is fucking adorable.” Kabal reached across table and started to lightly caress your hand. His eyes darkened as his fingers gently grazed yours. His voice deepened. “So, what do you say, kitten? Wanna get out of here and have some fun?”

You cleared your throat. “Since when?”

“Since when what?” He asked. His brow furrowing as he sat back, taking his hand off yours.  

“Since when do you want to go have some fun with me? All you do is argue with me. About everything.”

“I do not argue with you, I tease you. There’s a difference.” He was smirking again. “You get all worked up and its cute, I like it.”

“It makes me want to hit you.” You replied dryly.

“I might be into that, wanna find out?” He waggled his eyebrows.

“What are you in middle school? You pick on the person you like?” You laughed as you rolled your eyes. “For fucks sake Kabal.”

Kabal leaned across the table again, his smile wide. “Did you miss the part where I said you were cute?”

“No, I got that part.” Your blush began creeping back across your face.

He reached across the table once more, picking your hand up again. His touch was so gentle. It seemed so misleading considering how much larger his hands were compared to yours. He started lightly tracing circles with his thumb all over the back of your hand.

“Listen, I do like you. Why do you think every time we go out, I’m paired with you? It ain’t kano doing that, its me. I like being around you.” He raised your hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. His eyes never leaving yours.

“So, I’m going to ask you again kitten. You wanna get out of here or what?”

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I am currently working on a fic and hopefully I will be finishing it in the next few days but I have a lot of major life stuff going on and its hard to concentrate on things. Im stressed out (and panicking) and not feeling great so I am going to try to keep writing but it might be longer inbetween stuff so...yeah.

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A Little Black Dragon

The old house had an earthy, musty smell to it. Not overpowering but enough to notice in certain rooms. No one in the Black Dragon seemed to mind, especially not Kano. He became obsessed with the run-down mansion ever since he saw a small black dragon statuette sitting on a massive ornate wooden desk in what was probably once a modest library.

“It’s fucking perfect, look at it. Like a sign from up above, or in our case down below.” Kano declared that day.

You passed that room at least once daily while running small errands for the gang. Kano always sitting at his desk, feet propped up next to the dragon, barking orders at anyone inside the room. Erron usually sat in an old worn-out burgundy wingback chair next to the fireplace, the arms frayed to the point of the ivory lining showing through. A small circular end table rested alongside the chair adorned with a bottle of hard liquor, typically whiskey, and a short tumbler glass. Kabal and Kano constantly argued, their raised voices echoed throughout the house most days. When they weren’t arguing Kabal would regularly lean against the wall directly across from the doorway in between a window and the end of the bookshelves. Every single time you passed the room you stole a glance at the masked mercenary. The insatiable need to devour him with your eyes scarcely went unnoticed. Quite a few times Kabal or the others caught you. Kano consistently the first one to say something embarrassing, very much like the conversation you heard the last time you got caught.

“Oi speed freak, your girlfriend just walked by.” Kano teased Kabal.

“Fuck you asshole. She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Might as well be for how much she eye fucks you”. Erron said before slugging back a shot of whiskey.

“Don’t you fucking start on me today too.”

Erron shrugged. “She does though.”

At least once a week you found yourself practically running down the hallway, desperate to hide the reddening of your face. It killed you not knowing how Kabal felt about you. He wasn’t easy to read, especially with the mask.

A loud sigh escaped your lips as you walked towards the room, thoughts drifting between your current job and Kabal. You walked past ‘Kano’s office” and glanced inside. The room was empty, which made you stop because the room was never empty. You took a step back, looking up and down the hallway, straining your ears for any kind of sound but there was nothing.

“Huh.” You smiled. “Don’t mind if I do.”

You scurried over to Erron’s chair and nestled down in it. It wasn’t terribly comfortable but not bad either. The padding was thin but better than a regular wooden chair. About half a dozen bounty sheets littered the floor around the chair and quite a few empty liquor bottles were stacked against the fireplace. After a few moments you stood up quietly and headed over to Kanos desk. You gently touched the statuette, sliding your fingers from tail to head, studying the small fine features of the black dragon. It really was a striking piece; you could understand Kano’s fascination with it and why he called it his most prized possession.

Kabal started down the hallway, mentally preparing himself for another day with Kano. He turned the corner and stopped once he noticed you standing in front of Kano’s stupid desk, God he hated that desk. Kabal stood in the doorway watching your small delicate fingers trace over the tiny arms of the dragon. How many times he caught you looking at him as you walked by. He often wondered if your blush traveled down your neck to your chest. He imagined it did, every time. He enjoyed the attention you gave him, especially when you blushed. It was a sweet innocence that he was not accustomed to and made him want you even more. His eyes began to roam your body as his thoughts drifted to you, shirtless, sitting on his lap. Your face and chest flushed as he whispered dirty things in your ear, keeping you flustered while his hands groped every inch of your exposed skin. Thoughts of you on your knees in front of him blushing furiously as he shoves his cock in your mouth.

The sound of a respirator breathing fast and heavy caught your attention, you slowly turned your head to see Kabal standing there. His red eyes staring back at you. Suddenly Kano’s voice boomed through the house causing you to jerk and break off one of the dragon’s claws. You immediately started to panic. In a flash Kabal was behind you. He picked you up in his arms and dashed out of the room, the tiny claw dropping to the floor.  

Kabal ran out the back of the house and into the tree line at the edge of the property. He set you down, his left hand on the small of your back.

“It’s a shame how easy those things break; Kano should be more careful.” You could feel his smirk under his mask.

“Kabal, I.” You looked up at him, cheeks burning. “Why did you help me?” Your hands lingered on his upper arms. Your heart raced, you could feel your entire body turning red. Your brain screamed, IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?!?

“Did you want me to leave you there to deal with Kano or would you rather deal with me?” He asked as he pulled you in closer.

“You.” You whispered, barely able to breathe let alone talk.

He tilted his mask and grunted before pushing you against the nearest tree. The fingers of his right hand digging into your hip. “Erron seems to think you eye fuck me every time you walk past that room, is that right?” He hissed in your ear, his other hand left your back and slowly slid up your chest to cup your breast through your shirt.

You moaned a pathetic yes as he started to unbutton your shirt, exposing your flushed chest. “I fucking love it when you blush, turns me on.” His right hand moved across to your navel pausing for a moment. “Am I going too fast for you? Want me to slow down a little?” He asked.

“God no.” You gasped as your fingers dug into his arms.

His hand moved down and grasped the top of your jeans. Pulling at the fabric until the button unfastened and the zipper pulled away enough for him to slide his hand down further. His fingers found your underwear and slipped inside. He grazed your clit before sliding a finger inside you. You let out a loud moan as he slid his finger in and out of your drenched slit.

“Aren’t you a filthy little thing.” He whispered, moving his finger slowly in and out of you, his words making your clit throb mercilessly. “I’ve barely touched you. Look at how wet you are already.”

You choked out a lascivious moan as his finger moved to your clit, circling faster and faster. His left hand slid inside your bra, cupping your breast before roughly pinching your nipple.

“Kabal, choke me please.” He snapped his head up to look at your face. He never expected such words to leave your lips. His rock-hard cock throbbed against his pants, begging to be touched. The stunned mercenary stared hard at you for just a moment before his hand left your breast and grabbed your throat.

“You like this, huh? What other filthy things do you like?” His finger circled faster, his grip around your throat tightening. “You like sucking cock?” He growled in your ear. “I would love to see my cock in that sweet and dirty little mouth of yours.” The feel of his gloved hand on your throat, coupled with his foul mouth set your body on fire. The way his finger danced on your clit, bathed in the juices from your drenched slit sent you over the edge. You choked out a small scream, almost tearing the fabric of his shirt as your orgasm washed over you.

It took several moments for you to come down off your high. “Goddamn you look good when you cum.” He whispered in your ear.

You moved one of your hands from his arm to his throbbing erection and began rubbing it slowly up and down. “You want me to suck your cock Kabal?” You asked sweetly, a faint blush still on your cheeks.

Kabal growled through his mask. “Get on your fucking knees. Now.”

You knelt in front of him as he frantically unbuttoned his pants and pulled his cock out. You grabbed the base of his shaft and started to lick the underside of his cock, slowly, up to the tip. “Oh fuck.” Kabal moaned as you took him in your mouth. You pumped your hand on his shaft in time with bobbing your head on his cock. You stroked your tongue against the underside of his cock, nudging against the sensitive nerves. Kabal moaned loudly as he grabbed fistfuls of your hair with both hands. With your free hand you lightly scratched his balls, tickling the skin all over before doing the same to his taint. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” He moaned over and over as your fingers grazed his skin. He looked down at you, watching you slide your mouth up and down his cock, over and over as your hand pumped his shaft. “Y/N, look at me.” He begged. You glanced upwards, face blushing. “Oh my god you look so fucking good. I’m gonna cum in your mouth.” Within seconds Kabal released inside your mouth. He threw his head back and let out a loud lewd moan followed by curses and your name. You swallowed it all and licked him clean, making his whole-body shudder.

You stood up and brushed your knees off, fixing your clothes as Kabal did the same. “You know we could make this a regular thing, if you wanted.” He panted as he finished buckling his belt with shaky fingers.

“I’d like that very much.” You cooed at him, pressing a light kiss against his mask.

Next day you walked past the room and looked in. Kabal was in his normal spot, leaning against the wall. He waved at you, making you blush as usual. “I’ll be back later.” He said as he pushed himself off the wall and walked out of the room.

“Ya finally gonna get some?” Kano scoffed. “About time. Don’t know why she’d pick you though with me standing right fucking here but, ok.”

Erron poured himself a drink. “Hey Casanova, your dragons missing a finger.”

The sound of Kano screaming echoed down the hallway as Kabal scooped you up in his arms and ran out of the house.

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i might elaborate later but fanfic replies literally develop writer’s metacognition and make them better writers

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I have 2 more I’m gonna add to the list of things to write...

Everyone loves your cooking or just a few things you cook perfectly except Kano and he cannot figure out how everyone else thinks you are an amazing cook because his food doesn’t taste great. Little does he know you get mad at him for making fun of Kabal so you give him the shitty portions of the meals you cook. Like the burnt cupcakes or muffins.

Since Kabals friendship finisher is him playing the xylophone, what if you find out and relentlessly tease him about it. Maybe he gets mad and has to teach you a ‘lesson’

I have these Kabal headcannons that I cannot get out of my brain. I may have to write one or all.

When its time for everyone to eat, you put your stuff down and go and grab a drink or whatever and Kabal will walk in and just sit next to your stuff. If anyone tries to sit in your spot, he will either deadass pull the chair out from under them and then say ‘seats taken’ or just yeet their shit off the table.

Or if you have a craving for something he will zip into a restaurant and just start making burgers or nuggets and the workers are looking at him like WTF and Kabal is just standing there like ‘hey’ with a little wave or a nod. Then goes to leave and zips back like. ’Oh, btw you’re out of whatever’ and then just zips off.

He steals so much shit for you. Like if he hears you like something it will magically appear in your room the next day.

He likes to hook the beltloops of your jeans with his hook swords to pull you in close.

Or he always gets you out of trouble by picking you up and speeding away. You are looking at an artifact in the temple, you touch it, it breaks…here comes Kabal taking you away from the area so no one will think it was you and saying something like, ‘those things are pretty old, it’s a shame they fall apart so easy.’ And then just saunters away.