#evil bi han

[worldxwonders]

[carmillas-vampiric-rage]

[theninerealmsbakery]

Sleepy time Headcanons with Bi-han.

I think with all his training, Bi-han can run on very little sleep. On a regular day, he will go to bed at night, but while on a mission he has been known to stay awake for days on end.

If you are lucky enough to sleep in the same bed as him, you have to point out to Bi-han that you're cold. Arctika is freezing and Bi-han only sleeps with a light blanket on his bed. He forgets that normal people regulate their own temperature. He will buy more blankets/duvets for you and actually use the fireplace in his chambers.

For this same reason, Bi-han doesn't wear much to bed, if anything. Sleepwear is a waste of time when you have literally no need to keep warm.

Also due to his training, Bi-han has almost insane awareness of his surroundings at all times. This makes him a very light sleeper. In the first weeks of sharing a bed, every little move you make will wake him up. You turn over in your sleep. He's awake. You mumble in your sleep. He's awake. You get up to get a drink/go to the bathroom. He's awake and wants to know where you're going.

Bi-han is also super protective, even in the privacy of your bedchambers. He has to be the one nearest the door, so he is between you and any dangers. If you get up for a drink/the bathroom, he will stay awake until you are back in bed with him. If he thinks you are taking too long, he will get up and find you, just so he knows you're safe.

He likes sharing a bed with you. He finds he sleeps better with you beside him. He likes that the sheets smell like you, he likes the warmth that comes from your sleeping form, he likes holding you when you're both in bed. Bi-han may not admit it, but this is the best sleep he's ever had. Being in bed with you is one of the few places the grandmaster can truly relax.

[tomboxed]

silly drawings i made to turn into keychains for me and my best friend :3

[andinothegrahamkun-miles]

For someone who claims to hate Bi-Han I sure have a lot of pictures of him

[rachelfoleyisntdead]

Build-a-Babygirl

[stellasworks]

if my body count consisted of every single fictional character I’ve ever been attracted to then I’d be considered the biggest slut in the world 💀 /j

[atomicfoxx]

He’s my lil meow meow 🖤💙

[humanharvest]

sorry for disappearing... ive been more active on twt 😞

[bihanapologist]

my lukewarm take is bi-han is a loser virgin who doesn't know how to act around a person he likes and is oblivious asf when someone is flirting with him. he's awkward around women but I also think he's awkward around any man he likes because it never occurred to him that he could even like a man romantically. all in all, it results in him being especially pissy towards his crush because he doesn't know how to deal with romantic emotions.

[vlydrphei]

I hate Bi-Han.

(He’s tied up because i HATE him)

[estrangnoodle]

bishang save me... save me bishang...

[domnamewoman]

Syzoth, Bi-han and Kuai Liang with an lady dimitrescu reader headcannons ⁉️

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You two would be a Power CoupleTM. Bi-Han would be impressed by your commanding aura and your refusal to take anyone's crap. He wanted, no, needed you by his side and he would tell you as much. He’d make you his equal and allow you to lead the Lin Kuei alongside him. The two of you becoming an unstoppable force.

Bi-Han watches you as you give people orders and enforce rules. He is secretly turned on by your display of power and dominance. If you decide to bring that dominance into the bedroom he will push back in the beginning, not wanting to give in so easily. All it will take is a few degrading words or a little extra pressure applied to his wrists as you hold them down to have him obey your every command.

Kuai Liang found you interesting. Even though you drank blood, you weren’t a savage monster going around killing everyone. You only drank the blood of criminals and evildoers, the real monsters. You found his resolve to do what is right endearing, so falling into a relationship with him felt natural.

Seeing how you handled yourself outside the bedroom left Kuai Liang unsurprised when you brought the same energy into it. He’d happily let you take the lead and set the pace. He would lay there as you’d run your teeth over his body, licking and nibbling at his skin. He’d secretly wish that you would bite down for real and draw blood, but of course, you won’t. Not until he begs for it.

Syzoth wonders how he got so lucky to have you be interested in him. He thought you were way out of his league and would never in a million years give him the time of day. You would definitely have to make the first move because this poor baby doesn’t think he is worthy.

Syzoth follows your lead in the relationship in and out of bed. He has no problem taking his cues from you. He thought you nothing less than royalty and he’s determined to be your loyal servant. He would do anything you ask, including letting you feed off him every now and then. It turns him on immensely and he’ll release a moan of, “Mommy…” as your teeth sink into him. But don’t tell him I told you that.

[cienie-isengardu]

[mothxmoons]

Happy Valentine’s Day

Here’s how I think my favorite characters share their day with you

Wesker is always busy, always having to do one thing or another and rarely had time for you as it is. However, on Valentine’s Day, he puts everything aside to take you on a beautiful date with flowers and chocolates and plushies and balloons, that ends in a nice restaurant with your favorite foods. Taking over the world can wait for the night. You don’t even need to do anything, he just wants to spend time with you alone for once.

Leon LOVES Valentine’s Day, expect smooches, hugs and lots of presents from him throughout the whole day. Lots of gifts like clothing, foods, plushies, flowers, jewelry, snacks whatever your heart desires. And don’t get me started on how happy he’d be if you have something back to him.

Bi-Han had to be told what Valentine’s Day was about because he thought it was just a commercial holiday. But when he learned it was about giving your loved ones things like chocolates and flowers, of course he grumpily did so too. Can’t be looking bad in front of you when his brothers have already celebrated it. He doesn’t know exactly what to get, but he knows what his mom enjoyed, flowers and chocolates and a little note. So that’s what he’ll do too.

Smoke doesn’t have much reference to Valentine’s Day either but he loves the idea of it, and of course when it rolled around he cooked breakfast for his beloved, woke them up with kisses, gave them flowers, handed them chocolate and had a nice little tea date together. Just a sweetheart who’ll puff and fluster if you said you had chocolates for him too.

Kuai Liang also didn’t know much about the holiday but he understood it quicker than Bi-Han did. He went in on it immediately, going out for a lunch date, picking flowers he’d think you’d like, walking through all the chocolates to see which one would catch your eye. And of course, he wrote a note detailing how much he loved you.

Miguel is a busy guy who had to be shoved out of work just to spend Valentine’s Day with his beloved partner. He huffs and puffs about it but actually has a nice day with you, despite his want to work. But he eventually settles and takes you out on a date together, a nice little cafe first, then a restaurant, then a movie, and then walking together through some local shops. Flowers, love letters, chocolates, plushies, jewelry, you name it he’ll buy it. He just wants this day to feel special since the others are taking care of work for him.

[tiptapricock]

Bishang / Coldsoul headcanons please, with a pinch of angst please. :3

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Two of you (2 of you) and aBSOLUTELY!! BiShang nation let’s gOO!! (As usual playing fast and loose w timeline setting, also this is longer than the others since it was requested twice n also these two r harder for me to explain)

Send me some Mortal Kombat characters/ships for some nsfw hcs!

Ig warnings for: double sided extremely possessive and toxic sex, rough sex, violence as a metaphor/descriptive parallel for sex, and mild pet play kink

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At their core they are a harsh chemical reaction; acid sparking on ice, steam bursting through bone

It is an acrid attraction, one Bi-Han has great distaste for and yet can’t seem to pull himself from

The sorcerer is… infuriating

He is a man who always acts as if he is one step ahead, mockingly magnanimous in his offers to the Lin Kuei and to Bi-Han himself. But he is also an alliance that would be foolish to forgo, and so… Bi-Han endures

They work together. Intimately. And every second is torture

Shang Tsung cannot keep his mouth shut or his hands to himself. A smug smirk flicks in and out of Bi-Han’s periphery at all times, the light drag of deft fingertips ghosting over his shoulders and waist as they pour over maps of Earthrealm and Outworld together, planning their strategies of attack

Shang Tsung comments on his fighting, his legacy, questions if Bi-Han will truly be able to beat his brother after all this time. He is snide with his inflection and yet never doubts him out loud, always slipping out from underfoot with mirth in his eyes and a gentle squeeze to Bi-Han’s neck

It is all a game to Shang Tsung. He finds it entertaining to press the right buttons, to pull the right strings, and watch as Bi-Han builds himself into overworked fury

Pent up. Cool to the touch, but humming under Shang Tsung’s palms

It is only a matter of time before he breaks, before the taut line of his jaw snaps into something unrestrained, and Shang Tsung awaits it eagerly

It does not take long for Bi-Han’s patience to run out

They are planning a strike on a resource shipment between the realms, and Shang Tsung makes some offhand comment about how the Lin Kuei may finally show their true honor again, if they pull this off well, when Bi-Han cuts him off with a growl

He shoves Shang Tsung roughly against the wall, crowding against his back and pinning his wrists with a grip that stings

Yes, this is what he was waiting for

“You will degrade me no longer, Sorcerer,” Bi-Han breathes into his ear, the cool mist rolling off his tongue making Shang Tsung shiver in anticipation

Shang Tsung only laughs, flicking his hair away as he turns to bare his neck further. “How intimidating,” he says bluntly. “I truly am terrified.”

Bi-Han growls again, and what follows is a flurry of ice and teeth

It is rough and angry and cold, no real sense or direction, only action driven by arousal and anger. It is nails digging into a fresh itch in an attempt to sate it, to quell the rising heat coiling in Bi-Han’s gut

Shang Tsung will not hold power over him, he should be at his feet, serving him, taking him, and Bi-Han will make sure to put him in his place

Shang Tsung is only amused, though, satisfaction rising in his chest as Bi-Han ruts himself against Shang Tsung’s ass, jagged nails digging cool lines into his open throat

He cannot help but laugh between pleased gasps as Bi-Han works himself up more, goading him on with his own grinds back and a hand skirting back to find his ribs

What good results, he thinks to himself

Their dynamic only devolves from there

Fervent and possessive, Bi-Han tries again and again to quell Shang Tsung’s repeated mockery, to remind him who, between the two of them, leads an army

Shang Tsung does not listen

Every time Bi-Han believes he has proved a point, has taught Shang Tsung where he truly belongs, the man only seems to enjoy it more, encouraging him to continue

“How good for you are for me.”

“Did you enjoy that, Grandmaster?”

“Smile, dear thing.”

No matter what he does—restraining him, yanking his hair, forcing him down to take Bi-Han in his mouth, claiming him at a brutal pace—Shang Tsung takes it all

There is no punishment with him, only reward, only an endless cycle of touches and smiles and subtle comments as if he is the one in control, as if he has the right to disobedience

It only fuels Bi-Han’s fervent desire to tear him apart even more

If not with his hands, then with his teeth

If not with his teeth, then with his cock

Shang Tsung will not defy him, Bi-Han will make him listen

He is an obstacle to break, a soldier to put in line

But to Shang Tsung, Bi-Han is… a challenge

He is a pet to domesticate, a wild thing to trap beneath his thumb

And what a wonderful pet at that

He reacts exactly how he should, easy to maneuver in his frustration, taking what he wants under the belief that it was ever his to want to begin with

And that is a good game to play for awhile. Shang Tsung enjoys the sex, the cold press of wet skin, the rough marks left on his shoulders and back when Bi-Han’s nails grow frosted and sharp. But everything grows old eventually

He finds himself bored, and decides to leave no misunderstandings between them about their dynamic

The next time Bi-Han tries to press him into bed, Shang Tsung moves around him and shoves him down himself

He restrains him before he can react, the chains glowing slightly around his wrists, tugging his arms above his head and tight to the headboard

“Now I know you’ve had your fun,” he says, adjusting his sleeves, “but let’s be honest, it’s grown repetitive. I don’t believe you’re learning.”

Bi-Han pulls against his restraints, his muscles taught as the chains shake. “What are you on about, sorcerer?”

Shang Tsung clicks his tongue, climbing onto the bed to straddle Bi-Han’s hips and tilt his chin up with a firm grip

“Now, now, pet. That is where the teaching comes in.”

Shang Tsung takes his time feeling Bi-Han’s body, undressing him, making him arch into his touches and shiver as his nails scrape over his sides

“There you are my dear…” he praises. “Very good.”

He kisses every inch of skin, his hand pushing over Bi-Han’s scalp to undo his hair, his movements precise and heated as he undoes their clothing and moves to ride him

It is a night to show Shang Tsung’s control, to leave no illusions about this, and it is not the last

He does not allow Bi-Han to take anymore, he is only taken, Shang Tsung maneuvering them each time to the same place until he understands

Training takes time, after all

Some days Bi-Han falls into it easier. He cannot deny the loss of control is alluring. The weight off his shoulders, the rush of Shang Tsung guiding his movements and praising him in equal measure. Other days, he is too irritated to sink away, and he keeps grit between his teeth until the inevitable finish

“You are mine, Bi-Han,” Shang Tsung murmurs against his mouth, tugging his lip between his teeth, every drop back down onto his cock deep and languid. “Do not forget that.”

“You will never own anything, Shang Tsung,” Bi-Han bites back. “I am no one’s property.”

“My dear…” Shang Tsung leans back to smile almost apologetically, grinding his hips down and hearing Bi-Han’s breath hitch beneath him. His hand trails idly to squeeze at his throat. “You have been for months.”

Bi-Han keens, and for only a moment his mind slips into a place that cedes control

But he snaps himself back

Not tonight. Tonight he is stubborn

Shang Tsung chuckles at the sight, and picks up his pace

It does not stop. They do not stop. The reaction continues, the push and pull, the mutual need to prove

They twist around each other, ever closer, straying shorter from each other’s side every day

There is a rush in their contact, in the sharpness they bring to each other

Bi-Han finds ways to slip around Shang Tsung’s defenses, to pin him down and use him as befits his place, and Shang Tsung reacts by learning, and taking Bi-Han back with his legs spread and his face shoved to the floor

It is sparks and heavy breathing, claws digging deep with the intent to wound in mutual, pulsing, destruction

It is a balance, a dance, one made with rough throats and thick fingers, with heated magic trailing lines of burning green over Bi-Han’s thighs, and icicles scraping over the expanse of Shang Tsung’s chest and stomach as their cocks rut slick against each other, their teeth bared to kill

They cannot break it, whatever this is. They cannot pull away. They cannot exist outside of one another, too far down their own paths of death and revenge, drawn to the addicting tug of pleasure and power they might divine from each other’s viscera