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gamerwoman3d · 4 months

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Please Be Bi-Han 🙏

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Part 4a(i)(ENDING 2): Bi-Han and Liu Kang fuck F! Reader

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[CONTINUED FROM PART 3a(i)]

“Fuck me,” you interrupted.

“I will,” he promised.

“Fuck me, husband,” you pleaded.

Something in your tone spurred him on. He felt heavier against you than a moment ago, slower, more deliberate. The strokes of his cock against your clothes stretched farther, firmer than before.

“Begging,” he growled, “You're begging. My wife never begs anyone, for anything. She'll never have to beg. You will never have to beg.”

You pressed a desperate kiss into his lips. His muffled voice rumbled into you through your skin. If only he kept it up, you could have cum.

You felt your tense muscles melt under him, an autonomic reaction of acceptance. He noticed how docile you felt in his arms at that moment. He knew that it meant you were ready to cum, to be railed. He knew that it meant all of you belonged to him in that instance. He huffed against your neck, debating in his mind whether to rip clothes off and take you, or hold you still until the others breached the door.

A fiery glow lit the cellar with a strange whoosh noise, and for a moment you thought the electricity had been restored. An exasperated, deep sigh rumbled through your lover, followed by a laughing grumble.

“Cheater,” Sub-Zero growled towards the source of the light.

You looked at what he was speaking towards. Liu Kang stepped into the cellar, opening a portal directly into the walkway. The portal snapped closed behind him. When the darkness consumed the cellar once more, the shine from the god's glowing eyes stood eerily out of place between the growing black shadows. As your eyes adjusted, the white lines of his dragon tattoos gave enough light to paint the curves of muscle and sinew in his bare torso.

“Have mercy on her, Bi-Han. You've teased her quite enough,” he said.

In the presence of this god, Bi-Han replaced his sultry voice with a loud, grating gravelly voice; he might use such a voice while in command.

“I was on the brink of giving in to her before you showed up. But now that you're here I can make use of your services,” he said.

The melting feeling evaporated. You tensed in curiosity, muscle and bone all at attention, as your mind raced with inappropriate thoughts of the “services” Bi-Han might have insinuated.

“What service did you have in mind?” Liu Kang asked.

“Officiation, for a marriage between the two of us. Then if the mood takes you, stay with us and claim Prima Nocta,” he recommended.

You swallowed a yelp. Prima Nocta? The right of the lord to sexually take any woman, especially on her wedding night, if the woman lived on his lands? The old feudal law?

Liu Kang was god, you knew every molecule of this timeline was his. You wondered if that fact gave him the right- or the power- to enforce such egregious outdated rules over the Lin Kuei. You wanted no part of it unless you had a choice in the matter! Rather, if you had a choice in the matter, it could be very interesting to do some sexy role-playing with the both of them. But, Oh. Bi-Han just grinned. It was all an inside joke.

Liu Kang just rolled his pretty, glowing eyes.

“I suppose your oversight of her assets would ensure that she stops misappropriating our timeline's resources,” Liu Kang said, “if she is amenable to that. But I won't be forcing myself, nor a marriage, onto this beautiful visitor. Those decisions are hers, alone, to make.”

To say you spoke without hesitation would be an understatement, as you had already considered and made these decisions when you first closed the door in their faces.

“Let's do it,” you said, “marry me, fuck me, pass me around, sandwich me, but do it today please. I have things to do. Let's go.”

“Oh,” Liu Kang said.

The room brightened as he widened his eyes.

“Keep your inner flame in check, Liu. I'll be pissed if you boil a drop of my delicious wine,” Bi-Han said.

“You don't seem surprised by her recommendations?” Liu asked.

“You saw what you saw when you walked in on us. She's fast, she knows what she wants, and she knows what she's doing. I'm happy to share her with you, on the condition that I get to keep her assets if she makes a sudden exit from our timeline,” Sub-Zero said.

The “wedding” was as short and simple as you'd expect for a last-minute union. You recorded the event on the phone, intending to stream it later. By the light of the phone flashlight, you both agreed to sort the terms of your agreement to transfer assets with completed vows at a later date, then drank wine from the same crystal wineglass and agreed to be married in the eyes of god - Liu Kang being the aforementioned god in this instance. Liu Kang under his own authority pronounced you and Bi-Han wedded.

In the same breath that Liu Kang proclaimed you wedded, Bi-Han picked you up off your feet and pushed your body into Liu Kang's. Liu Kang caught you, even as Bi-Han walked the two of you back up against the wall. Liu Kang was warm and hard to the touch, with a sizeable erection pressed against your backside. You and Bi-Han kissed deeply, layers of clothing rapidly stripped from your body.

“We're still recording, if either of you care,” Liu Kang mentioned.

“We're not live. We'd be livestreaming if we had electricity, but the wi-fi is out, thank god,” you said, baring your bosom to your husband and his god.

“You're welcome,” Liu Kang snarked.

He helped himself to handfuls of your breasts, and worked butterfly kisses into your neck as Sub-Zero divested you of your clothing. Sub-Zero left kisses on your freshly bared skin as he worked the clothing down.

Seeing Liu pinch one of your nipples, Sub-Zero paused to suckle at the nipple for a brief second. His lips wrapped around not just the peak of your nipple, but also the tips of Liu's fingers. Behind you, Liu's cock jumped in place.

“I think he likes you,” you teased, “and I really want him in me right now.”

“Mm, don't let me stop you,” Sub-Zero said.

He was going down your front while you were grinding back into Liu. Sub-Zero knelt, looking between your bare legs, as if he wanted to watch Liu's cock go in.

“You don't want to be first?” Liu asked.

“You'd be doing me a favor,” Sub-Zero said, “I'm too eager not to burst right now.”

“What makes you think I will fare any better?” Liu asked.

“Not a damn thing,” Sub-Zero said with a laugh.

He pressed his face to your mound and kissed your clit. You felt his warm fingers spread you, and your body responded by winking around nothing, trying to close the gap.

“I'm right where I want to be, Liu. Are you?” Sub-Zero purred.

Liu wrapped his arms around your ribs and waist and squeezed you to him. Your naked body against his firm, warm, bare torso instigated that melting, docile readiness within you. As you swooned in his arms, he looked up at the ceiling for a brief moment.

“Yes,” he said.

He looked sidelong into your eye. This close, the light from his iris was a bit blinding in the dark. He slipped his cock out from between you both, to slot it against the soft flesh behind your spread entrance. You murmured and mouthed the word “yes” up to him. As you worked your ass backwards and took the tip of his cock into you, his lips parted and his eyebrows bent into a concerned shape. Liu Kang thrust forward, careful to keep his eyes open and on you.

You'd later learn that he kept them open just to paint your face with their light, for the benefit of the camera, as well as Bi-Han’s viewing pleasure. Bi-Han hummed his approval while he watched your cunt sink down on the cock of a god.

You held Sub-Zero's hair, pulled his face toward your mound. His hum sounded delicious and you wanted to feel him humming against your clit while Liu Kang stuffed you to the brim with his cock. Sub-Zero leaned in to suck and kiss your clit. His bun lilted to the side as he gently took your hands out of his hair. He squeezed your hands and placed them on his shoulders. You needed to hold them for your own balance the second he hummed against you, his lips filled with your plump twitching clit.

He loved the desperate fucked-out expressions that cycled across your face with each of Liu's thrusts. While you rocked your hips back on Liu's cock, Bi-Han rocked with you. Every time your hips pulled back, you felt your clit swipe across Bi-Han's tongue. Liu Kang grew delightfully vocal; you could sometimes hear him over your own growing wails. He whimpered about how good it felt to fuck you, to be inside you, how tight and wet and warm and pulsing you were. It wasn't you, you thought, that provided the heat: his cock grew hotter to the touch, felt sweltering and fevered inside you. You broke a sweat, driving yourself back into him and down upon his cock over and over.

Liu slowed down in an attempt to save himself. All it took was one plaintive mewl from you, before Bi-Han gripped Liu by the base of the shaft and pumped the man's cock into you, beating it into you at a rapid clip to force Liu to pick up the pace. Liu's little whines became loud, keening wails in short order. You thought you heard him say he was close, and you felt his nails run across your skin as he balled his fists. The room went dark for a moment as he closed his eyes, trying not to look at your beautiful, blissful face.

You felt Bi-Han’s face grinning against your pussy, and you heard the telltale tinkling of cryomancy in the dark. In the next, bright eyed moment, Liu tossed his head back and cried out. His voice warbled, he shuddered and stood erect as if he lost all control of his body. His firm muscles felt suddenly hard against your skin as he tensed. His cock was still hot and pulsing inside you, and Sub-Zero still pushed it in and out of you like a sex toy. You squished your good spot against it as best you could and moaned how good it felt, driving Liu mad in the process.

“Bi-Han, I need to cum,” Liu pleaded.

“She does, too,” he replied.

“Let him cum in me,” you whined.

“Not until I'm in with him,” he replied.

You felt Sub-Zero line his finger up with Liu's cock, and press both cock and finger inside you at once. He pressed Liu's cock away from your g-spot, devastating you both further.

“Ah, what did you do to him? Liu what did he do to you?” You demanded.

“He froze me,” Liu Kang whined.

“Just the base,” Sub-Zero said, “it's pinched down in ice, like a cockring.”

It didn't sound all that unpleasant. But Liu's face told a different story.

Liu Kang howled, “I can't come, ah, ahh please, don't make me-”

“I said you could fuck my wife. I did not invite you both to finish up without me. You'll hold it until I'm in her alongside you.”

You couldn't hold it. You felt yourself drench Liu's cock, soaking Bi-Han’s fingertip. You wondered how Liu hadn't cum inside you already, until in the darkness without the light of his eyes, Liu out loud pleaded with Bi-Han to remove the cockring.

He refused. He lined up two fingers with the underside of Liu's cock and slipped them in together. Your body pitched forward, your legs quivering from failure as the amazing sensation dropped you into a place of weakness. Bi-Han and Liu caught you, held you up, and you couldn't help the cracked sounds of desperation and pleasure that fell from your lips in agonized rhythmic outcries.

Sub-Zero whispered, about your pussy, how soaking slimy snotty wet it is, drooling over the icy cockring. Liu's head rolled forward, his tense chin hovered against your shoulder as the light from his eyes flooded the room again, hotter and whiter than before. He shivered and huffed and groaned. Liu and Sub-Zero shared intense eye contact over your shoulder, down your body.

“If you don’t take it off, I swear I will melt it,” Liu said.

Sub-Zero's free hand came up to the side of Liu's head. In a single motion, Sub-Zero's fingertips worked under Liu's headband, knocking the band lopsided, then curled to grip a thick handful of Liu's silky black hair. The strands bent and cracked with the pressure. You felt Liu's body jerk, felt his chin bounce against your shoulder, as Sub-Zero yanked him forward and down by the hair, pulling himself into a standing position in the process. You swear that somehow, Sub-Zero had jerked Liu Kang deeper into you with the hard tug to Liu's hair. Now that Sub-Zero was standing, he could better pin you against Liu's fluttering body.

“Chill,” Bi-Han ordered, “You're getting her too hot. Out of everything in this room that could intoxicate us, her desire is the sweetest, and the most priceless.”

Sub-Zero spread the fingers inside you a bit at a time as he crooned in your ear, as much for Liu's benefit as your own.

“I can cool her down if you get too hot, but that's no good. She's delicate. Rapid temperature changes alone can crack glass,” he said, “I don't want to dull her by freezing her numb, or let you boil away what makes her sweet. Keep her at just the right pressure, just the right temperature for long enough, she just gets sweeter and sweeter over time. It's a balancing act to keep her just right for long enough to enjoy her without turning her sour. Too hot, too cold, to long… can turn the sweetest wine to vinegar. But there. Feel this. She's pliant enough, practically melted over your cock now. She can take us both at this very instant, if she likes.”

“Fuck me,” you interrupted.

He looked at your eyes, unwound his fingers from Liu's hair, reached down, and pulled out his cock. There was no hesitation, no question. There was only compliance, immediate, unnerving compliance.

You replayed his previous words in your head as he toyed you open with Liu's cock. The words he said when he pinned you to the barrel and made you imagine him inside you. His promise that it was hotter at the tip than you imagined, his promise that you'd never have to beg him for it once married. “Say ‘kiss me’ and I will kiss you. ‘Touch me,’ and I will touch you.”

You felt overly full on his fingers with Liu also inside you. Bi-Han's breath was deep and ragged against you. Both men breathed heavy, and you could feel their chests expanding after each sigh. As Bi-Han slipped the sopping wet fingers out of you to slicken his cock with your wetness, you looked right at him, and demanded he keep his promise.

“Fuck me, husband,” you said.

His wet cock touched Liu's. Sub-Zero let his cockhead glide along the underside of Liu's shaft as if it were a guided track.

There was an initial moment of pain with his cockhead pressed against your entrance next to Liu's cock. The little slit at the tip peaked inside, but the stretch was too much at that angle. The men felt it, too. He pulled back, while Liu adjusted. You swore you could take it, but were silenced by a kiss. The pain faded. The men tried again, this time working together to better angle you open to make room for one another's cocks.

Once the second head breached you, slipped past the first ring of your inner muscles, you felt as though your greedy body sucked them both into you, hard and at once.

Both men groaned against you while you howled with each breath. Bi-Han’s cockhead at the tip was indeed hotter than you had imagined; you couldn't fathom how it was warmer than the one already inside you, the one that belonged to the actual god of fire.

After a few uncoordinated pistoning thrusts inside of you, Sub-Zero reached down between your body and his. You felt the men purposefully pressing their cocks against each other as hard as they could stand, to give your tight cunt a little more slack. And this felt amazing inside you, as the pressure they were exerting on each other made both of them firmer, fuller, hotter, and more comfortable inside you. Once again you heard the whispy tinkling of cryomancy. It was Sub-Zero's turn to buckle and huff against you, gritting his teeth as he tormented himself with an icy cockring of his own. Liu laughed and smacked him playfully on his bare thigh.

“Cheater,” Liu said, “the ice is stuck together now.”

“That was the plan,” Bi-Han growled through gritted teeth, “help me with her.”

Sub-zero picked up your legs beneath the knees, and Liu took up handfuls of your ass and thighs. They rhythmically lifted and dropped you on their now-bound cocks. You felt surrounded and filled, with an ignorable twinge of pain at a spot near the entrance. Both men were throbbing hard inside you as they felt you squeezing the life out of them. But their cocks did not throb at the same time, or in the same rhythm. Their desires were uncoordinated; Sub-Zero desired to thrust faster and more shallow, and Liu aimed deep in the back of your cunt with slower, long drawn out strokes. The ice above their balls stuck them together, and with no room for error, forced the men to synchronize into a pace the three of you could handle. But the throbbing remained asynchronous. Sucked together by your tight, satiny walls, and pressed so hard against each other, the firm, unpredictable thumping against the bare undersides of their most sensitive spots drove both men toward the brink of a blinding orgasm. Sub-Zero’s cock smoothed over the pained, stretching spot, glazing it with your own natural lubrication, which coaxed away the ignorable, ever-fading pain.

In this moment, your body feels like it was made to be shared. The men, feeling the full force of you and the combined strength of each other simultaneously, would wholeheartedly agree.

Whenever Liu's eyes were open, you could see the light paint the fuckdrunk features of your new husband's face. Every time Liu blinked, images hit like a strobe light, flipping through visions of Bi-Han's face from one fucked-out expression to the next.

Someone managed to reach and flick your clit. Then you felt him rubbing loving circles into it. You felt it more than heard it as you produced the most deeply loved moaning sigh. You rocked with the motion as his fingers roll around your clit. You were hot, sandwiched between them, melting. The flesh of Sub-Zero's chest was there for you to bury your face in, and you did. His breast caught the majority of your euphoric sobbing moans. His love of the sounds you made in the throes of pleasure manifested as a quaking in his body.

For once, someone made him shiver.

Orgasms blinded you and you felt like you were falling. When you regained yourself, you discovered you were securely lifted in the men's arms, at no risk of falling at all. Your hold around Bi-Han’s shoulders loosened, as your muscles relaxed. That melty, docile feeling had set in permanently, bringing with it a sleepiness that numbed you, and yet left your body feeling like a fucked-out ragdoll in their arms.

“Please say that you are ready, Bi-Han?” Liu whined.

Bi-Han nodded in response. His lips moved against your neck as he asked you if he and Liu could cum inside you. You nodded.

The moment Sub-Zero released them both from their icy cocktrap, the uncoordinated pistoning motion resumed within you. It almost felt like a massage, now that you were no longer clenching their cocks with a clinging, desperate need to cum.

Liu stayed deep in you; you could feel Bi-Han’s cockhead scraping against a particularly sensitive inch midway down Liu's shaft. Even at your most relaxed, your walls were taught around both of them. Liu found that the less intense post-orgasmic pressure of your pussy around the tip of his cock to be more sensual, more sensational in its lack of pressure and intensity. The rest of your tight pussy was getting fucked, but this part was getting loved. This part was fucking back, with a still fluttering, gentle suction.

Several unintelligible noises Liu made let you know he was cumming. Liu unapologetically grabbed Bi-Han's thighs and pulled him forward, deeper into you, with a moan. You were sandwiched, and a bit squished between the two large men. You felt hot jets of runny cum pumped into you.

The warmth was pleasant and reminded you of entering a jacuzzi. Bi-Han’s face contorted into something unusual, something disconcerting, as if unsure about something pertaining to the intensity of the pleasure he felt at that moment, shocked but aroused. The feeling of another man's hot, buttery cum gushing all around his cock, heating him up and slickening it, goaded him towards his finish; he enjoyed the feeling immensely.

Whatever internal hangups Bi-Han had were losing the internal fight against the uncontrollable urge to chase this newfound high while Liu's cock was still jumping against his inside of you. Any bit of shame over enjoying himself, the intensity of overcoming any hangup, only served to push him over the edge.

Liu Kang's post-orgasmic voice was nasal, keening and needy. He whined that you were pushing him out, and Sub-Zero demanded he stay inside you. Liu Kang shivered and yelped from overstimulation with each of your flinches and each of Bi-Han’s thrusts.

Sub-Zero's ragged breaths rapidly turned to ragged outcries. His voice pitched to a higher octave, then a higher one. You felt Liu's feeble attempts to fuck Sub-Zero's cock deeper into you, grinding against each other within your walls. Sub-Zero screwed his eyes shut, dropped his head to your breastbone, and fucked with abandon.

When it was finally too much for him, and a gargled scream came with each breath, he came, hotter than Liu before him. The heat confused but pleased you. He moaned and gurgled constantly during his recovery. Liu took hold of your hips and thrust, in an attempt to fuck Bi-Han through his orgasm. Liu could feel Bi-Han’s cock jump and twitch against his own. Liu fucked against it from sympathy, understanding how good it feels, as he himself had just came in the same manner.

You weren't certain if Bi-Han came twice or if it was just one very lengthy very runny cum with multiple hot jets. Liu caught him as Bi-Han collapsed against you both.

Liu's cock slipped out of you as he lowered your feet to the ground. When you were back on your feet, with Sub-Zero leaning heavy against you, Liu's fingers found your clit and massaged it. You felt finished, and incorrectly assumed that your pleasure was at an end for this round. You wondered if your cunt might even feel a bit loose without Liu Kang's shaft within it. But the way it clenched and snapped taught around Sub-Zero's head moments after Liu handled your clit, you knew better. You didn't expect to cum on Sub-Zero's cock at that moment, but you did. You felt yourself sucking him hard, felt your clit cringing against Liu's fingerprints, felt a blend of fluid from the three of you splurt out around his balls to dribble down your inner thighs. He held you for dear life. He fought back pained tears. Your sudden climax forced several overstimulated, painfully electric sensations around him. For you it felt like unexpected extacy, poetically similar to when your soul abandons your body after eating a too-hot pepper without realizing how many waves of heat you would need to endure. This wave of pleasure came onto you so suddenly, that all you could do was hold your man and ride it out.

You could have let Liu Kang handle you like this all day. Liu stopped, however. He stopped in between periods of orgasmic blindness, while your body was still in bliss, as Sub-Zero's overused and overstimulated cock began to shrink involuntarily while still within you.

“That's enough,” Liu said gently.

You whined when he stopped, when your husband's cock fell flaccid from inside you. Sub-Zero went for the floor. Collapsed on the floor in a heap, he lifted his thick arms up to you, to catch you if you fell, but also to invite you to join him. You flopped down upon him. Liu slid down the wall behind him. Everyone had heavy, ragged breath. No one spoke, while everyone tried to catch their breath. Liu's hands caressed your ass absentmindedly. You kissed and sucked Sub-Zero's skin, and he ran his fingers through your hair.

In this moment, all of you wanted the same things - to catch your breath, a cold drink, a clean towel, a bathroom, a cuddle, and a bed to cuddle on.

The sound of a cork popping from a bottle got your attention. You looked up to see Sub-Zero, bottle of fine wine in his free hand, spit the cork away, after having bit the cork to pull the bottle off of it. While you reached for the crystal wine glass, he drank deep from the bottle. You offered him the glass. He ran his fingertip over the label, tracing the letters with tendrils of ice. He poured wine into the glass you held, filled it to the brim with cool liquid. He passed the cool bottle to Liu Kang and proceeded to open another. The lights came on as he took his drink. The distant hum of the HVAC unit indicated that the electricity had been restored.

The three of you saw each other in the light and your first gut instinct was to scatter like cockroaches to avoid being fully seen all fucked up. Liu's neck and shoulders were still red from fighting with overstimulation; his hair was fucked up in big messy grooves with the headband barely hanging on to the lopsided topknot. He was drinking a little too heavily from the upturned bottle. Your makeup was smudged at best and gone at worst. Your own hair was a frizzy manhandled mess, and even Sub-Zero's hair had fallen into a lopsided messy bun. All of you were coated in sweat and cum and, piled altogether, the three of you looked like a wet sticky newborn litter of puppies.

Sub-Zero was the first to laugh, that telltale tiger-tearing-open-a-cello rough guffaw that echoed through the wine cellar. Wine spurted from Liu's nose as he laughed next- The undulation of Sub-Zero's belly beneath you caused your whole messy body, cumsoaked thighs and all, to jiggle in Liu's face. For you, it was hilarious because you felt the vibrations of his belly against your tits, his laugh went into you, and once there proved contagious.

“We look terrible,” Sub-Zero teased.

The three of you laughed in a feedback loop, each of you having a laugh that made the other laugh even harder until the three of you were uncontrollably laughing in a very drunken dogpile on the floor.

And this is how Scorpion and Smoke found you as the hydraulic entry whirred open.

“Oh thank fuck you got that open finally, I really need to piss,” you said drunkenly.

For simplicity, you covered yourself in the oversized hoodie that was draped over the other barrel, and walked up the steps and out, passed the two cute ninjas at the top of the steps in the kitchen. You giggled and traced their shoulders with your fingertips as you passed by them.

“Hello, new in-laws!” you teased, walking passed them on your way to a much needed shower.

“In-laws?” Smoke asked.

“Don't touch my wife,” Sub-Zero yelled from below.

“Because that's my job?” Liu slurred.

“Because that's your job,” Sub-Zero agreed.

Scorpion and Smoke descended the stairs.

“What happened?” Scorpion asked.

“What did I miss?” Smoke asked in tandem.

Sub-Zero handed his bottle to Smoke. “I’m married,” Sub-Zero said.

“And I got a new job,” Liu Kang said.

“Congratulations,” Smoke said.

Smoke took a swig of the wine. Finding he enjoyed its flavor, he proceeded to finish the bottle.

“Tell me about this new job,” Scorpion said.

Liu Kang took his mouth from the bottle long enough to speak.

“I am no longer lord Liu Kang, protector of Earthrealm and god of fire. I am now lord Liu Kang protector of pussy, and god of fucking your wife,” he said.

Smoke sputtered on his wine as he laughed.

“Kneel, bitches,” Liu said, raising his bottle for a final drink.

Liu passed his bottle to Scorpion.

Scorpion debated saying “We should never let him get drunk again,” only to scrap the idea, opting instead to take and chug the bottle.

“Whatever this is, I'm not dealing with it sober,” Scorpion said.

“Are we still recording?” Sub-Zero asked.

“Ooh, a recording!” Smoke said.

He took the phone, stopped the recording, and proceeded to play it back for his own enlightenment. Sub-Zero promptly took the phone from him.

“Quit looking through my wife's phone,” Sub-Zero said.

Sub-Zero restarted the video, skipped to the good part, sidled up naked shoulder to still naked shoulder with Liu Kang, and the pair drank and watched the video together.

“Your ass looks good at this angle,” Liu Kang said.

“That's you,” Sub-Zero said.

“Oh. My ass looks good at this angle,” Liu replied.

Smoke and Scorpion sat on either side of them and tried to peek at the screen. Sub-Zero angled the phone down and accidentally locked the screen while telling his brothers that they needed your permission to watch.

“We can still hear the video,” Scorpion protested.

“So? You heard it all before, right outside the door.”

Scorpion started to lie but was cutoff by Smoke, whose disappointed sigh may as well have served as a confession.

“We've gotta get laid,” Smoke said.

[The end]

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bihansthot · 8 months

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Hello , if may I ask what would be the type of woman/partner bi Han would go for ?

Ahh, I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer this lovely, I kept meaning to but it kept getting buried further and further in my inbox, so sorry again!!

So, I personally headcanon Bi-Han as pansexual, he usually prefers women, but that doesn’t mean a beautiful boy can’t catch his eye too. Bi-Han cares far more about personality and character than he does appearance or gender. To him the most important qualities are loyalty and obedience, first and foremost to himself but being loyal to the Lin Kuei is a must for him.

When it comes to physical appearance though he doesn’t care much as long as his partner has a nice pair of tits, he’s unapologetically a tiddies guy. That doesn’t mean you have to have huge tiddies or bulging pecs though, they just have to be nice to him. He loves big tiddies, he loves small tidddies, all tiddies are good tiddies as far as Bi-Han is concerned he just wants something to play with. If I can be self indulgent for a minute he also prefers partners with a little meat on their bones, he’s a behemoth of a man and is so strong that he’s worried he would break a tiny partner. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like tiny partners too he just gravitates towards thiccer ones so he can rail them without restraint.

He’s a dominant partner though which means he wants a submissive partner, but between you and me nonny he loves brats. He’s a brat tamer, so a bratty sub is a dream come true for him, he loves someone who has the balls/walls to challenge his authority and dominance because he loves punishing them and exerting his dominance over his partner.

When it comes to a male partner, he is exclusively a top, he’s not interested in letting his male partner take the lead in any sexual situation, which very much carries over into his female partners too, he’s in charge, they aren’t. He will let you ride him, but that’s the closest he gets to letting you have control, but even in this situation he’s the one dictating the speed and intensity.

Bi-Han has a breeding kink, so he would prefer a partner that will let him cum inside them raw, he’s not interested in condoms with a long term partner (he wraps it up for casual sex though! Always practice safe sex lovelies!), you’re his for him to use however he wants and if he wants you to bear his heir, you will, you lucky little minx. This is partially why he prefers female partners he wants to be a father, he knows he’ll be a much better father than his own was and he needs children to carry on his bloodline, but that doesn’t mean he’s not open to the idea of a surrogate with a male partner. He’s not opposed to adoption, but he’d prefer to be the father to carry on his cryomancer bloodline.

He also needs a partner who doesn’t mind it rough, Bi-Han is not a very caring or loving man, at first, so expect rough sexual experiences to be the norm. He can be soft if his partner is really insistent, but it’s not Bi-Han’s thing and a partner that truly understands him will respect that and try not to force him out of his comfort zone until he’s ready to make that decision for himself. This doesn’t mean though that Bi-Han doesn’t care about his partner’s pleasure, he cares about that a lot and wants a partner who is loud and appreciative of his actions, especially ones that beg for his cock. Nothing strokes Bi-Han’s ego more than his partner begging to cum around Bi-Han’s perfect icy dick.

What matters most to him though is a partner who can handle him, not necessarily just his abrasive, cold personality but one who looks after him too, he’s never had anyone to take care of him since his mother died, and while he might not admit it he needs someone to lean on. He needs a partner who will cook for him, or let him cook for them depending on what your dynamic may be, he needs someone to remind him to eat, remind him it’s ok to soak in the tub to distress, just someone to look out for him because he doesn’t look out for himself. He never focuses on himself, its always the clan and you that come first, and for a while the Lin Kuei always comes before you, but the longer you’re with Bi-Han and the more effort you put into your relationship with the Grandmaster the more of a priority you become.

When Bi-Han really falls for his partner, they become unequivocally the most important person in his life and nothing or nobody will come before his partner, not even the Lin Kuei. Bi-Han is ridiculously hard to get close to because those walls are thick, but once you break them down he is the most loving and fiercely loyal partner there is and then we get soft Bi-Han hours where he puts your every want an need above his.

When push comes to shove Bi-Han just really needs a partner who can tolerate the bad and hold on long enough to get to the good, so patience is a must. He’s really an excellent partner when you get past all of his defenses he’s built up over the years and you’ll never meet someone so loyal and devoted.

Hopefully that answers your question lovely! I just want to add it took a lot of restraint not to write “he likes really busty, slightly chubby blondes who often dye their hair pink with big pouty pierced lips and a fat ass” LOL which is me lol but I tried not to let that bleed in too, too much. Haha

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #relationship dynamics #preferences #nsft #ns/fw #bi han is pansexual #soft bi han hours #sub and dom #anon asks #thanks for the ask!#bi han x reader #sub zero x reader #bi han x you #sub zero x you

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cookies-over-yonder · 5 months

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i just want you for my own

Taylor and Link share a moment under the mistletoe while preparing for a Close-Foster-Swift family Christmas party, and things get a little fiery.

christmas gift for @happi-tree <3

[title from All I Want for Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey]

ao3

Every year Taylor and his mom have spent Christmas together, just the two of them curled up on the couch watching Frosty the Snowman: The Anime and eating the gingerbread houses they built hours before.

This year is different.

Taylor has always had an affinity for Christmas, but this year he has a whole new side of the family that shares that sentiment. And they are throwing a gigantic party. Link and his dads came early to help set up, Taylor’s dad will be here soon, the others will arrive after, and Glenn will surely be “fashionably” late. It’s going to be great.

Right now, Taylor is barely balancing on a stepstool trying to string lights at the top of his door frame. If only his tiny wings emerging from his back could actually help him fly.

“Need help?”

Taylor nearly stumbles off the stool when strong arms wrap around his waist to steady him.

Link.

“Careful.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Here,” Link says, holding Taylor’s hand and helping him down. Then, Link spins him around by his shoulders and lifts him up with both hands on his tummy.

Taylor can feel Link’s hands under his loose tee shirt and his hands are quite cold in contrast to his naturally high body temperature. He fights back a shiver at the sudden contrast, and sticks the lights to the door frame with tape. Link sets him back down, and he hopes he can’t see how red his face is, or hear the breathlessness in his voice when he says, “Thanks.”

“No problem. It looks cute.”

You look cute , Taylor wants to say.

Taylor isn’t the type to get crushes. Well, not ones like this . Sure, he’s found people cute—he can recognize attractiveness when he sees it—but man …

Link’s always been cute, and dreamy, and charming, and…

Taylor doesn’t know when it got so intense, but at this point it seems that everyone knows but the boy himself. Scary won’t let up on the teasing, but Taylor just retaliates by teasing her about a certain mascot.

It’s true though, Lincoln Li-Wilson has got Taylor down bad.

The doorbell rings.

“Dad!” Taylor shouts, nearly tripping down the front step in his excitement.

“Hey, kiddo!” Nicky’s already ruffling his hair as soon as he reaches the bottom of the steps.

“Hi!” Taylor says, burying his face in Nicky’s torso and wrapping his arms around him. “We’re still decorating.”

“Ooh, well I brought something for you.”

Taylor pulls away. “What is it?”

Nicky pulls a flaming plant out of his pocket and holds it out in the palm of his hand.

“A mistletoe?” Taylor asks.

“I thought it might come in handy,” Nicky whispers, glancing off to the side.

Taylor follows his gaze to see Link, wrapping a shimmering garland around the railing.

“Dad!” Taylor whisper-shouts back, feeling his face flush.

“Come on, I see the way you look at him,” Nicky says, pinching Taylor’s cheek and ruffling his hair again. “It’s a special mistletoe from Hell. I kissed your mom under it way back then.”

“Oh my god, Dad!” Taylor shouts, taking it from him. It’s hot, but a little fire never hurt a tiefling like Taylor.

“Go hang it up,” Nicky pats Taylor on the shoulder.

Taylor can barely contain his own sheepish grin as he runs back up the steps to the entrance of his room.

The mistletoe is connected to a small hook, one he could hang on the lights fairly easily if he weren’t too short.

But then there’s an arm around his shoulders and a hand over his, picking up the mistletoe and hanging it over the lights like he had planned.

“What is that?” Link asks, moving his hand to the small of Taylor’s back in a way that almost makes him feel faint.

“It’s a—a mistletoe,” Taylor says, shifting to lean his back against the doorframe to take some of the weight off his feet. “From Hell. My—uh, my dad gave it to me.”

Taylor could not be more thankful that Link’s more focused on this flaming, flickering mistletoe than how red his cheeks must be with the way he can feel them burning up.

Link’s wearing a red sweater with white snowflakes patterned across it and Garfield on his stomach wearing a little santa hat. He’s got a white collared shirt underneath the sweater, though the top few buttons are undone…

He’s smiling, and the glow of the fire is lighting his gorgeous brown eyes. “It’s pretty.”

“You’re pretty,” Taylor breathes out despite himself.

“What?” Link asks.

“What? Sorry, wha—uh, what did you say?” Taylor stutters, biting his lip.

“The mistletoe, it’s pretty.”

“Yeah… I… uh… my family likes these traditions a lot. On my dad’s side, mostly.”

“It looks like we’re standing under it,” Link says, looking back down at Taylor with a mesmerizing gaze.

God.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s—it’s a uh, it’s a silly tradition, we don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Taylor barely squeaks out, surprised he hasn’t caught fire himself yet.

“Well, It is your family’s party, so I might as well honour your traditions,” Link says, leaning forward a little and brushing a strand of hair out of Taylor’s face and tucking it behind his ear.

Taylor’s hands take purchase on Link’s shoulders and snake their way up his neck. He sucks in a shuddering breath and shuts his eyes as Link cups his cheeks and leans the rest of the way in.

As timid as Link can be, he kisses like he’s in charge. He slides his hands to hold Taylor by the waist and dip him ever so slightly, and Taylor can feel the heat from the mistletoe as if it’s consuming him whole.

“Mm,” Taylor hums into the kiss, and he feels heat rushing past his lips.

“Taylor,” Link whispers, pulling away a little.

“Mhm..?”

“Taylor, you’re burning up.”

“What?” Taylor opens his eyes to see flickers of light at the ends of his hair. “Oh my god, I’m on fire,” he breathes out, and ah, smoke. Smoke leaves his lips. “Oh god, oh my god, oh my god—” Taylor stumbles away from Link and hits his back against the doorframe, wincing.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Nicky comes running up the stairs. “It’s okay, it’s normal, I promise. Just breathe, kiddo,” he says, putting a hand on his too-hot shoulder.

He hadn’t even realized how unsteady his breathing had gotten. Closing his eyes, he slows it to the best of his abilities, though when he opens them, the ends of his hair are still very clearly flaming.

“Look, now you’ve got aesthetic demon flames to add to your look,” Nicky winks.

“Dad!” Taylor shouts, pressing his hands against his cheeks. “I—I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Bye!” Taylor squeaks, before running through the doorway in his room to the bathroom connected to it.

And looking in the mirror he sees it: flaming hair and flaming horns, and a glow in his eyes he’s seen before but only in the dark.

“My first kiss, and I immediately catch fire,” Taylor grumbles to himself, “Just another day in the life of Taylor Swift.”

“I’d say it’s not the worst of days.”

Taylor whips around to find Link with his a firm grip on the doorframe, gazing at him like he’s something special and not just a ball of uncontrollable fire.

“Link!” Taylor presses his palms against his cheeks once more. Burning and bright red. “Uh—hi. Hi. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Taylor. I—I like the hair… flames.”

Link steps a little closer and reaches for Taylor’s hands, but he pulls them away. “I—I don’t want to burn you. Sorry, sorry—”

Taylor feels the tears start to form, but then they evaporate with the heat of his cheeks.

“It’s okay, I can handle a little heat, I promise. And your dad told me it’s not enough to leave any real damage. Not when it happens from, uh… excitement, I guess.”

“Oh my god, this is so embarrassing, I’m sorry, we should continue preparing for the party,” Taylor brushes past Link, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Wait,” Link says, taking hold of Taylor’s hand. It’s coolness is refreshing in comparison to his boiling temperature. Taylor turns back around to gaze at those beautiful brown eyes once more.

“Wha—”

“Can I kiss you again?” he asks, shy and timid.

“Ye—yeah, you can,” Taylor nods, perhaps too eager, but as Link pulls him in again, he doesn’t seem to mind.

This time, Link dips him all the way, and the flames get stronger, but Link doesn’t seem to mind.

“Mm,” Taylor hums into the kiss, and breaks away for air before going back in for more, His arms draped over Link’s shoulders.

Taylor starts to trail kisses across Link’s collarbone, briefly forgetting that his lip gloss will make his skin all shiny, but with the little giggles he makes at it, it’s all worth it.

When Taylor reaches Link’s neck, he briefly wonders if he could leave something resembling a vampire mark with his newly sharp fangs, and as he’s about to figure that out, there’s a knock.

“Door’s still open, kiddo!”

Taylor clamps a hand over his mouth and turns to see the wide open bedroom door.

“Either close it or help decorate!” Nicky shouts, already down the hall.

Taylor turns back to Link, whose eyes are just as wide as his own.

“You wanna decorate?” he asks, letting go of Taylor, much to Taylor’s dismay, but alas, there are duties that need tending to.

“Yeah. We should—yeah.”

And as they walk out the door, Link says, “Hey, now you match the mistletoe!”

Taylor giggles at that, and leads him by the hand down the hall.

꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖⋆❅♡❆(◕દ◕)

#swiftli #christmas fic #taylor swift dndads #lincoln li-wilson #nicky swift #dungeons and daddies #dndads #cookies writes and cookies wrongs #mistletoe #mistletoe kiss #fluff #first kisses #:3

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randaccidents · 2 months

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Tentative Heartless Playlist baybeeeeee

These are just songs that I am pegging to them. It can be either vibes or lyrics (most of the time its lyrics). I'll probably post a better one one day. Enjoy the implications folks! (by folks I am looking at kitkatriel and tallyhoot EDIT AND tadsstrange).

Heart songs:

Evl Ppl - Chonny Jash cover (yes I failed to avoid CJ rip)

Scum (it eats you alive) - Lovejoy

Home - Cavetown

If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking - Honkai Star Rail OST (not officially released or smth?)

Goodbye to a World - Porter Robinson

Shinkai Shojo (Deep Sea Girl) - Yuuyu BUT SPECIFICALLY this cover here by Lizz Robinett for the english lyrics I want (the vibes are also impeccably sad)

Perseverance songs:

MKDR (DSCF) - DECO*27

Throwdown - Milgram: Shidou trial 1

花に風, Wind Over the Flower - balloon (?)

Penitence songs:

Cosmic Rendezvous - DECO*27

Consequences - Lovejoy

quiet room - Yoh Kamiyama

Perseverance and Penitence songs (duo):

Weight of the World - Nier:Automata OST BUT SPECIFICALLY this cover here by Amalee and Peter Hollins for the VIBES

Hated by Life itself - Iori Kanzaki (please please listen to the relay chorus tho)

Regression - Honkai Impact 3rd OST performed by Ayanga

Song that I have no idea if it should go to Heart or to Penitence:

我問天 (I ask Heaven) - Theme song for a Taiwanese Love drama? apparently? I only know it for the memes (I wish i could give yall an english translation for this hokkien song but I only found this one here and its still pretty inaccurate)

Also head in hands I couldnt quite fit it but go listen to JJ Lin's 修炼爱情 (Practice Love) I swear to god that it fits the story of Heartless entirely or something. I'm just. Not Entirely Convinced Yet. But I swear the vibes are too strong for it not to. This is me shoving old chinese songs at my audience go listen to chinese songs.

#rambles #Heartless AU #character song playlist #it should NOT be this hard to find entirely depressing songs that dont end in suicide #BUT IT IS #so Perseverance and Penitence dont get as many songs #go find the english translations for these songs yourself btw Im LAZY #I spent a couple hours sourcing ALL of these songs #some of these are ANCIENT and without good source authors #I am prepared for my siblings to yell at me #hua meng ti is SUCH AN OLD SONG

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ilovelyneysm07 · 3 months

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Welcome! (Navigation)

(Finally making an intro for this account lmao)

About me !!

Name: Lin or Javier Pronouns: They/them Gender: Transmasc Sexuality: AroAce Nationality: Chilean Hazbin Hotel OC

Other stuff about this thing !!

multifandom (kinda)

i write for genshin impact (mainly lyney), hazbin hotel and honkai: star rail (mainly ratio)

i'm sleep deprived

♾ and 🏳‍🌈

i write mainly gn readers, but i can write for fem and masc readers.

i'm one of those people that when they feel down they want to delete everything, so if i don't respond for a while, it's because i feel like deleting everything (i won't tho)

i like chocolate milk.

im a really self indulgent writer.

also, i do mostly platonic requests (qpr or just friendship), but romantic requests are also allowed :3

i dont do nsfw or gore, makes me uncomfortable.

Masterlist

(♥ - Platonic)

SAGAU Stuff with my Favorite Characters (Includes: Wanderer, Ei, Heizou, Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, Furina - ♥)

Endless Solo of Solitude - Hazbin Hotel x Furina!Reader ♥ (ONE - TWO)

(SAGAU) Shooting Stars - Lyney x Player (ONE - TWO)

Unwavering Result (2) - Aventurine x Cyborg!Reader (Drabble)

Characters I write for (If I don't mention a character it's because I don't write for them.)

(♥ - Platonic only)

Genshin Impact

Mondstadt: Albedo, Amber, Bennett (♥), Diluc, Eula, Fischl (♥), Jean, Kaeya, Lisa, Mika (♥), Mona, Noelle (♥), Razor (♥), Rosaria, Sucrose, Venti.

Liyue: Baizhu, Beidou, Chongyun (♥), Gaming (♥), Ganyu, Hu Tao, Keqing, Ningguang, Shenhe, Xiangling (♥), Xianyun, Xiao, Xingqiu (♥), Xinyan (♥), Yanfei, Yelan, Yun Jin (♥), Zhongli.

Inazuma: Arataki Itto, Gorou, Kazuha, Ayaka, Ayato, Kirara (♥), Kujou Sara, Kuki Shinobu, Ei, Kokomi, Heizou, Thoma, Yae Miko, Yoimiya.

Sumeru: Alhaitham, Candace, Collei (♥), Cyno, Dehya, Faruzan, Kaveh, Layla, Nilou, Tighnari, Wanderer (♥).

Fontaine: Charlotte (♥), Chevreuse, Freminet (♥), Furina, Lynette, Lyney, Navia, Neuvilette.

Hazbin Hotel

Hell: Alastor (♥), Angel Dust (only gn or masc), Charlie Morningstar, Husk, Lilith (why not, muehehe), Lucifer Morningstar, Niffty (♥), Vaggie (only gn or fem), Sir Pentious.

Heaven: Emily (♥), Lute, Sera (♥).

Honkai: Star Rail

Almost all of them, the kids are strictly platonic (duh)

#genshin impact #genshin #hazbin hotel #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #platonic #platonic x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #genshin lyney #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr #hsr x reader

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chiefbeifongcanrailme · 6 months

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The Lipstick Thief

Here’s my submission for day 5 of Lin Beifong’s Week. You can also find it on AO3.

Pairing: Lin Beifong x Bumi II

Rating: T

Art made by JadeLotus💚

“Are you in love?” he asked, out of nowhere.

Lin’s eyes blew wide open. She would’ve spat her drink out she hadn’t already choked on it, coughing in response.

“No- no, I’m not,” she stuttered through coughs. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m just wondering,” he said as if in deep thought “What’s keeping you in Republic City? If it isn’t a person or the job, you’re clearly miserable doing- why are you still there?”

“You’re right. There’s nothing and nobody keeping me here. I’m just trapped in a legacy like you and your brother.”

Bumi ingested her words before responding. “Join the United Forces,” he said. “It worked for me- I mean- feeling trapped in a legacy and then joining this- away from the city, the Island, everything. Your life is your own. Besides, you’d be good at the job and a great asset to whatever unit you join.”

This was four years ago. Recently, the former Chief Lin Beifong was going by General Lin Beifong. Climbing the ranks with her unmatchable work ethic was easy- even training with the bulky men of the UF was a walk through the garden. However, Lin missed her element greatly. Being constantly floating through the never-ending mirage of ocean, she craved for some Earth to her touch. There was plenty metal abode the ship, but nothing compared to the grounding she felt from her element.

Suited in her new uniform that was embellished with a smattering of metal, Lin was leaning against the railing that evening, staring into the emptiness beyond the sky and sea. She also hated the wooden flooring of the ship, because she would never know when she was being snuck up on. But most times than not, it was Bumi, and in this instance, it was the same Commander.

“May I bask in your melancholy, General Beifong?” he asked, sliding beside her.

Lin rolled her eyes, still looking at the sunset. “Do what you want, it’s your ship.”

“Oh, how I wish. I’d throw so many overboard.”

Lin’s lips betrayed her and spread out into half a smile. She knew Bumi’s eyes were on her and she could sense his satisfaction in making her smile.

“What do you want, Bumi?”

“I know you’re unhappy here,” he said.

Lin sighed. “I’m unhappy anywhere I go. So don’t take it personally.”

He placed one hand on her back and rubbed it gently. “They’re having a little party in the mess, if you’d like to come.”

“I’m good—”

She had barely replied and Bumi already knew what her answer was going to be. “Come on, now! Snap out of this gloominess. Let me take you dancing.”

“Bumi, I’m really not in the mood—”

“Not listening!”

He pulled her by the arm so that she’d face him and then tugged her away from the railing. Before she could get a word out, he quickly said, “Go slap on some lipstick and meet me back in the messdeck- this is an order from your commanding officer.”

“Bumi, you can’t play that card!”

“Fine!”

He plucked something out of his pocket and handed it to her. It was lipstick. Her lipstick. Her lipstick that she hadn’t used in over four years. She gawked at it for a minute and then scowled at Bumi. “You went through my stuff!”

“Lin, you need to go to this thing. You need to make some friends. You’re isolating yourself and feeling lonely, and sure, that may work in cities, but not on the sea! You need some socializing.”

Lin groaned and snatched the lipstick from his hand. She bent the metal plate off her sleeve and flattened it onto Bumi’s chest to use as a mirror.

Once she was done, she slid it into her back pocket and gave Bumi a look that challenged him to try and steal it again.

But instead, he gave her a genuine smile. “Why do you always have to look this damned good?”

She smacked his belly and said, “Shut up,” as she started to walk away. Bumi followed behind, chortling on his way.

The party was far bigger than what Bumi had described. Everyone was there, from the chef to the sweeper. It wasn’t just an affair for the military folks, no, it was for everyone. The music rose and the lights gleamed throughout the mess- it had never looked so glorious.

Bumi escorted his lady with him, hand delicately leading hers until they reached the dance floor.

“May I have this dance, my lady?”

She smiled and played along by tightening her fingers around his. In one swift motion, he pulled her close, securing one hand on her waist and she fell forward against his chest. He beamed and she bit her bottom lip. Thereafter, all their communication was through dance. Bumi moved like the wind, spinning and twirling his lady with the rhythm of the music. Lin felt weightless in his hands. He was strong, and his muscles felt taut under her palms.

Belatedly, Lin felt eyes on her. Amidst her trance, she found that she was right. They were the only two people remaining on the dance floor and they had also gathered quite the audience. They cheered and hooted with every spin and every lift. It was truly magical. Lin hadn’t felt this way since- since—

Since Tenzin.

She stiffened a touch and Bumi dipped her low. Her face was of the makings of shock and fear while Bumi was the picture of rich enchantment. When he pulled her back up, the music stopped. There was heavy silence until the crowd broke into cheers. The light shone over Bumi in a manner that blinded her to everything else. He was all she saw. All she wanted to see. And all she probably wanted but could never have. Bumi was a man of honor. He’d never try to date, let alone sleep with, his brother’s ex-girlfriend.

He was maybe too good of a friend, now.

A distraught General was seen fleeing the scene. And a concerned Commander was seen chasing after her.

“Lin!” he called after her.

“This is not what I signed on for!” she cried, still sprinting across the deck.

He finally got up to speed before grabbing her wrist. “Lin, what’s going on?”

“Bumi, this is- this is too much,” she said, turning towards him. “I can’t do this.”

“We’re sailing back to Republic City,” he revealed, ultimately. “I just wanted you to have a good night before we—”

“What?”

“The equalists- there’s an uprising in Republic City. The avatar, Korra’s there too with Tenzin and—”

“WHAT?”

“Linny, you’re miserable here. I’m bringing you back.”

“Bumi, I have feelings for you.”

It was his turn to widen his eyes in shock.

“I got you your job back at the RCPD.”

Lin sighed. She pinched her nose in horror and looked back at him.

“I am retiring.”

“What?”

“I’m retiring,” he repeated. “I’m going to stay back with you.”

“Bumi, you love this—”

“And I’m in love with you. I have been for longer than I am willing to admit.” He leaned into her space and cupped her cheek with one hand.

To his surprise, it was Lin who kissed him feverously.

Once he pulled away, his hand on her ass, he whispered in her ear, “I have your lipstick.”

#lin beifong #chief beifong #linumi #bumi ii #linbeifongsweek

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running-with-the-feels · 5 months

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Just a thought but like, what if Frost hadn't been kicked out of the Lin Kuei for attacking Hanzo? What if she ran away?

Frost and Kuai Liang are very similar characters at their core. They both grew up as weapons in other people's hands (Frost in the Black Dragon fighting pits and Kuai Liang in the Old Lin Kuei) and had very few people around them they could trust or confide it. They both spent most of their lives fighting to survive and becoming monsters because there was nothing else for them to be, there were no other options.

And then Frost joins the Lin Kuei, and it's implied that there's a tournament/try outs thing to determine who he teaches and who he doesn't, so this is also a thing she Fought for. It's something she Wanted.

And then Kuai Liang looks at her and just sees so much of himself in her (though her anger is something he struggles to understand) and makes her his apprentice (I hc that he only found out about her powers later on and pls someone ask me about that I am Dying to talk about it, pls give me an excuse) and suddenly she has a connection to another person.

Kuai Liang is the first person in her entire life to treat her with any sort of dignity or kindness and though she rails against it at first, she also settles into it pretty quickly. After like, three months of training, she is Very Attached in a way she has never allowed herself to be.

He is literally the only person besides herself that she has ever cared about, and the closest thing to a parent she's ever had.

So of Course she panics when he tries to make peace with Hanzo, bc as far as she knows, Hanzo will take the first opportunity he can find to run a sword through Kuai Liang's heart. Hanzo has never kept his word as far as she knows, he swore not to kill Bi-Han and then did it anyways, he attacked Kuai Liang while the cryomancer was possessed and then left him to die slowly, nothing about him is exactly screaming "you can trust me" to her.

Based on the information she has, making peace with Hanzo is a bad idea! It will get Kuai Liang killed!

And she tells him that, but he isn't bothered by it, just tells her to have faith, that it will be okay, but she can't be calm bc He Could Die and then she'll be alone again and that terrifies her.

She is so scared that she stops thinking clearly, she's terrified at the prospect of losing the only person she has that actually cares about her so she lashes out. She tries to fix the problem the way she always did as a child in the fighting pits, by punching it until it dies or goes away.

She's panicking and traumatized and trying to protecting the only thing she cares about and she does something stupid! And it goes badly! That's a very human reaction!

And then Kuai Liang stops her, and he's angry with her for jeopardizing the peace so maybe he grounds her, or sends her away to her room so they can calm down and talk about it later bc he Knows why she reacted the way she did. He's upset and disappointed but he Understands and wants to work through it.

He's been trying to teach her throughout her apprenticeship that she doesn't have to lash out, that she isn't a dog and doesn't have to bite, she's just not fully there yet. So he sends her to her room, gives himself some space to calm down and figure out how to talk to her without making her. lash out again, bc clearly his reassurances didn't work.

Only she panics again.

The only person she cares about is, as far as she knows, angry with her and she doesn't know what to do with that, doesn't know how to cope with his disappointment. She's never cared what other people thought before, when all that mattered was surviving until tomorrow, but she does now and that terrifies her.

She's terrified that he will send her away for good, and she's even more scared of how much the idea of that happening bothers her.

So she packs her shit and leaves, doesn't leave a note or a message and just runs as far as she can to escape it, to go back to how she used to be bc at least that she understands.

And Kuai Liang is understandably panicked, bc that's his apprentice, that's his kid, even if he hasn't said it yet for fear of spooking her. And now she's just Gone. Vanished into the ether and He Can't Find Her. He ends up sending every Lin Kuei he can spare on the hunt to track her down, doesn't sleep or eat either unless he's forced to bc he thinks she's been kidnapped somehow, that something has happened to her.

She thinks she's being hunted so that she can be punished and he thinks she's been stolen and is in danger and its a mess for both of them.

idk, I just think that would have been a much better story than the one NRS gave us.

#Kuai Liang is Frost's Dad and I will accept no criticism #Frost mk #kuai liang #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat 11

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khrystia · 1 year

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i agree but y’all remember when lin enters the room she's surprised to see su there.

also there's my little head-canon that she often used to talk to su's teachers about her absenteeisms instead of toph bc the last one had no time for that. lin literally had to become a mother figure to su and what did she get for that? bitter lonely woman who only cares about herself and "no wonder tenzin broke up with you" that was really cruel even not counting that she jumped on the two large airships just for the chance for his family to be safe.

now about linzin: we got used to think that they broke up because lin didn't want kids. but what if she simply doesn't able? i mean she has a lot of stress at work or may had some trauma in childhood. also what if she became barren while protecting little korra with tenzin. this actually has sense, just think about it:

- korra is 17 and jinora is 12 in book 1, so lin and tenzin broke up when korra was about 3-5 years old.

- their relationships got a little worse after aang’s death: crime increased in the city, they had lots of stress at works, they start seeing each other much more rarely and at that times they were too tired but still supported and help each other (like old times).

- knowing her temper lin'd probably go with the person she loved the most to help and protect him at the mission + uncle sokka.

- it's unlikely that tenzin would leave her right after the incident, they prolly have been dating a couple months or years since that.

- it really explains why they hardly spoke all those years: he gave her fake hope he wouldn't leave her, then ran to the some "i want to be the mother of an air nation" girl.

- tenzin felt guilty about lin at the same time split between his wishes and duties.

- pema could remind him younger version of lin (both have dark hair with bang and bright green eyes) / tenzin try to make pema his home lin only favorites can see => in both ways he tried to create at least an illusion about the days of happiness when aang was alive and there for him and he and lin were young dumb and happy.

- seeing how tenzin treats pema in book 1 episode 1 only directs me to the thoughts about his trauma. he really often had to see lin was hurt bc of her job, family and (if she was there with him protecting korra) red lotus

in that way scene where korra calls lin a bitter lonely women gets so much worse bc she literally started act (not became) like that by protecting her.

this woman is so amazing and gorgeous and deserves so much better

#lin beifong #linzin #tenzin #suyin beifong #toph #toph beifong #pema 🧟‍♀️#korra #tlok #uncle sokka #uncle aang #linny please rail me 😩#the more I reread it the more it seems cringe 😂

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nyamadermont · 14 days

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Tea in the Snow

@flashfictionfridayofficial

Avatar: The Legend of Korra

661 words

TW: referenced torture

Katara held open the door to the large lodge, and Zolt marched inside, Rohan cuddled close to his chest. When Tenzin bent down to give his mother a hug, Zolt stepped around him to let the rest of the crew through the door. He felt Lin come up along his other side, her arm reaching behind his back.

Tenzin straightened, saying, “Mother, this is Rohan.”

Zolt extended his arms to the baby’s grandmother. When the crying started, Zolt felt himself having to fight off tears. Lin squeezed him. Tenzin cooed into the baby’s ear, bringing him up against Katara’s chest.

“And this is Zoltan. Amon took his bending, as well.”

Katara looked up, and he could see the flash of recognition. “Zoltan is an unusual name. You were a firebender?”

Silently, Zolt nodded.

His hands fell to his sides, his arms feeling so painfully empty.

Lin spoke up. “Rohan was given to Zoltan to take care of when Pema died.” She glanced at Tenzin, continuing, “They stopped torturing Tenzin a little bit before they gave up on me.” She dropped her hand to lace her fingers with his. “Zoltan is why all three of us are still alive.”

And then Tenzin gave him a brief hug at the shoulders.

A small, giddy, part of him felt cuddled, his shoulder fitting neatly under Tenzin’s arms.

Rohan chose that moment to whimper again and Zolt reached for the child.

Katara smiled at him as she transferred the baby to him. “Thank you for taking care of them. It can’t have been easy. No matter what you did before, you have my gratitude.”

His eyes watered for real.

Tenzin folded closer to him, his other arm reaching for Lin, who slid her free hand along Tenzin’s waist. Rohan opened his eyes and reached for his father’s beard.

It was as if there were no other people in the world.

Zolt looked up at the gentle touch on his shoulder, seeing Asami, looking as tired and drawn as she had the entire trip. Behind her, he saw Mako and Bolin helping a younger couple set out a tea service.

“Senna has some tea and snacks for us. I think she’d really like it if people tried to eat. It sounds like she has been cooking since we called to say we were coming.”

Zolt exchanged glances with Lin and Tenzin, and they pulled apart just enough to move over to the seating.

Later, Zolt would notice that only Bolin and Tonraq were able to hold little Rohan for very long. Senna looked somewhat relieved, but Asami just looked a little more forlorn. Poor Bolin felt like he had to sit very, very still, but Rohan smiled at him more than at anyone else.

Mako and Lin went for a walk out in the compound, but when they came back, Rohan fussed until she picked him up. Mako got a spooked look and went to help Senna in the kitchen. He reemerged with a tray, carrying a pot and two small blue cups. Bolin hopped up and slid the door open long enough for Mako to pass the tray to Katara.

With Rohan content with Lin and Tenzin, Zolt took a teacup and slipped out through the front door.

The nearly unrelenting white expanse was overwhelming. It was so completely different from his native environment that he knew he would be a dead man in minutes, left to his own devices. The shivers didn’t take long to start, and soon, he was shaking too badly to keep his hands on the teacup, and it spilled on the snow at his feet.

The cup itself landed in the snow with a soft sigh.

He leaned over to pick it up, but his muscles cramped and he fell against the railing. He couldn’t fill his lungs with enough air

Breath of life Life of breath

He repeated the words to himself, but they faded away.

His vision blurred.

#flash fiction friday #fff252 #spill the tea #avatar the legend of korra #lok #tlok #lightning bolt zolt #rohan (avatar)#tenzin #lin beifong #LinZinZolt #they just don't know it yet

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sleepsonclouds · 1 month

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Clouds tropespots: The Spirealm, E03

What a great episode! Powerful tropes and excellent lines. Lin Qiushi is smart, Nanzhu is doing heart eyes all the time, and the romance is developing nicely. They are even more touchy-feely than I remembered.

Episode 3 (Winter cabin, 1st door)

Saving your partner: Ruan Nanzhu pulls Lin Qiushi back from the railing, when he's about to get eaten by the creepy well ghost.

Failing to return partner's ring: Qiushi tries to find out Ruan Baijie's real name: he's going to send the ring to Nanzhu in the real world. Subtle… except this is Lin Qiushi. He's earnest. I cannot. Luckily, Nanzhu doesn't accept returns: "I gave it to you. It's yours." (That line's going to be funny when combined with Nanzhu's future thoughts on ownership!)

Helping your partner climb: Nanzhu helps Qiushi up from the well. No help is needed. (Both pairs of partners do this anyway. Nice parallel!)

Defending your partner: Nanzhu: "Don't you know that fortune favours fools?" I swear it's a compliment.

Attracted by intelligence: Lin Qiushi figures out the taboo conditions. Nanzhu gives him these looks. And smiles. Nanzhu: "I was right about you." (He knew the conditions all along.)

Touching your partner when in peril: All the time. They bait the ghost, which is a bad idea. Cue all the shoulder-grabbing! Wrist-grabbing! Nanzhu even changes hands when holding Qiushi's wrist when he turns! He does. Not. Let. Go. Even when it requires dance moves.

Fake injuries (hurt-comfort): Qiushi is concerned about Nanzhu's health. Nanzhu has FORGOTTEN his fake wound, but that doesn't stop him being THEATRICAL about it. Also one MANHANDLING point for Qiushi, who pulls Nanzhu's coat off enough to call his bluff. Qiushi seems amused.

Fake injuries (seduction): I CANNOT WITH THIS CONVERSATION. Nanzhu: "You need to get used to others' kindness." (MINE) Qiushi: "Pretending to be hurt is a part of it?" Nanzhu: "Because it's fun. To bring us closer." Qiushi: "You chose to protect me just for fun?" (MISSING THE POINT)

Complimenting your partner (shameless meta-level flirting): That come hither gesture! Qiushi's immediate willingness to lean extremely close to let Nanzhu whisper secrets into his ear! And Nanzhu delivers answers: "Because you have light in you." My heart. This scene is perfect. Sweet and lingering.

Giving your partner a ring, cont.: Qiushi doesn't stop questioning why. Nanzhu doesn't stop vagueflirting. "Because you're you."

Power of empathy (loneliness): Qiushi gives the ghost a speech. "Although you seem alive, your heart is already dead. I'm just like you." The LOOK Nanzhu gives him… That was fun! In episode 4 we'll get out of winter wonderland. -> Episode 4

#the spirealm #kaleidoscope of death #danmei adaptation #tropes #clouds tropespots #spoilers #episode 3 #ruan nanzhu #lin qiushi

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hotdamnhunnam · 2 years

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Lies

A/N: Hiiiiii you guys 🤗 So I don’t intend to be *back* on tumblr actively the way I used to be, but this mofo Lin is inspiring the shit out of me, I just adoooore him, so of course I have to write a lil fic for him ✨ I’m not tagging my tag list or anything, just dropping this out in the world lol. Much love to you all! ❤️

Pairing: Lin Ford x F!Reader Warnings: smut (p in v, face-fucking), some plot (but no spoilers for book or show), brief ref to blood (not reader’s or Lin’s tho), swearing, smoking, fluffity fluffin’ fluff, and sorry I can’t shake off the old habit of my clownass poet stuff 🤡 Word Count: ~5.2k

“You’ll probably write all this into a great big book someday. Like a love letter to Bombay.”

His blue eyes lift, from where he sits half-naked smoking a half-finished cigarette, out on the balcony of your apartment. Blink once and then lower again as he takes in the words you say.

Four stories down, the city hums to the calm rhythm of late evening: car horns honking just every so often rather than the afternoon constant, the soft croon of love songs, the closing of storefronts, handcarts plodding slowly towards home. The setting sun warms his bare skin as he leans back against the rail, casting in gold the whorls of metalwork that seem to him so frail because they aren’t caging him in and everything he lives and dreams is always relative to that dark place he’s been.

Almost everything at least. The almost is how he convinces himself that he’s free.

Lin cracks a half-smile and quits his cigarette although it isn’t finished yet. Joins you inside, leaves the door open to the balcony—open as you and he both like the door to be. Crosses the tiny room then stops to stand with the back pockets of his jeans pressed up against your desk, facing you where you’re half-reclining in your bed. “What makes you say that?”

Thoughts start drifting then because you’re such a mess. Drifting to how he’s fucked you up against that desk. And in this bed obviously. Out on that balcony, once in the middle of the night for all the stars above to see. So many times he’s fucked you right out of your head and in this moment those blue eyes are fucking you out of your body.

Makes you feel so fucking free.

“It’s something in the eyes,” you answer him, realizing in this instant that it’s how you know he writes. “It’s like… you don’t just look at things, or into them, or through them.”

Lin quirks up his brows and smirks a little bit, biting his bottom lip. “What do I do then?”

“I’m not sure if there’s a word for it. But I bet you would find the word, if it exists.”

“Or fake it if it doesn’t. Because fuck it. That’s half of what writing is.”

“Lies?” you laugh.

“Yeah and not even half—all words are lies, you know? They’re just so small. Words try to capture shit that’s honestly so big and sometimes infinite. The worst thing a writer can do is believe he’s succeeded.”

You wonder for a minute just how permanently stoned he is, from one too many visits with that godfather-philosopher of his. “So I was right—you do write? Even despite thinking you’re doomed to fail?”

His shrug tells you maybe because of it. Maybe failure has found its home deep in his bones and he’s drawn to whatever results in it.

Then he picks up his unbuttoned shirt from the chair where he’d tossed it some hours ago and digs into his pockets. He shows you the notes that he’s scrawled on spare napkins and looseleaf scraps over these past several months, which you both know he’s bound to stitch into a novel. You read them and can’t help but smile, and he looks—looks in that way of his you can’t describe at all. Thinks to himself that smile would burn the goddamn pages if he ever tried to write it in a book.

It almost makes him want to try, but that’s the part of him that’s drawn to what feels wrong. The part he used to think was strong. The part that he’s constantly fighting to deny.

“It’s lovely. All of it, honestly,” you praise his work as you tuck all the papers back into his pockets, relieved to have found that he wrote not so much about people he’d met; rather, these notes are focused on places and concepts. But the finished book is sure to feature characters, so you need him to make you a promise. “Just promise me something?”

You join him where he lies in bed, his sun-gold hair bright even deep in the night, halo upon his heavy head. At the sight it’s easy to forget that the sun past the window has set. He’s becoming your sun and a lot more than that, but you’re not sure if he knows it yet.

Then whisper your request, propping your chin against his chest and searching those infinite eyes for words that won’t ever exist. “Just… promise you won’t write me into it. Please?”

He won’t ask why. Any reply would be a lie.

Just nods, although it’s soft and weak, and it’s a promise that he’ll keep. He won’t write you into a single line, the string of lies that truth-seekers and soul-searchers the world over might someday call a literary masterpiece. You know more deeply than the aching love he makes tonight that he won’t write you into it. Not in words at least.

***************

The first time you lay eyes on Lindsay Ford you know right there and then you’d like to lay a lot more than your eyes on him.

He has wanted man written all over him. Even for a gora, as they call him, he sticks out like a sore thumb. Wanted in far more ways than one. A man worth wanting as a friend, or as a lover—maybe as a business partner or a customer—and then of course for some, a man who’s criminally wanted just in terms of what he’s running from.

On this fine day you catch a glimpse amidst the crowd of sandy hair swept back and gathered in a bun. Slung over one of his broad shoulders is a heavy bag that probably holds his every life possession. Through the pale cloth of his shirt his sweat is visible because no doubt the Bombay heat beats down even more brutally upon someone who’s always on the run.

You’re in no need of that distraction. So you tear your eyes away from him and go about your day. Later that afternoon fate throws his fine ass straight back at you anyway.

Now as you see him ambling absentmindedly along the road the fucker is about to get run over by a car, yet you can’t stop it from this distance—you’re too far. Someone else steps forward that instant, as you stare: a woman dressed in white with ravishing dark hair. Even from here you can just tell that she’s the type who would inspire countless writers to craft characters like her because she’s so much more remarkable than everything you are.

And sure enough this woman makes a mark on Lin; his gaze lights up as if he thinks he’s in the presence of an angel or a fallen fucking star.

Quite clearly smitten and already dreaming up the pretty lines that his poetic heart insists on being written.

So you take one last long look and then head home. You don’t belong in this man’s life because you’re not a fucking poem.

***************

It’s been weeks since that day. Out of sight, out of mind is a thing people say. It’s a lie. He’s inside your mind’s eye.

Your local chai shop is your favorite place to watch neighbors and strangers strolling by. You try to focus on their faces but you keep seeing his traces like the blue of the noon sky, not quite as blue as you might dream his gaze to be, though from the distance that had been in between you and him you couldn’t clearly see. Surely you’re better off that way because to have him anywhere in close proximity you’d probably fucking die.

You shut your eyes just for a second and envelop all your senses in the warm sweet spices wafting from your half-full cup of chai.

And when you open them he suddenly is all that you can see.

All you can hear as he asks if the fully empty seat across from you is free.

He’s standing here so fucking near and really really shouldn’t be.

You smile a silent yes, too stunned out of your wits to fucking speak. Too mesmerized at how his sweat glistens so brightly on the smooth skin of his neck down to the upper part of his half-exposed chest. Sweat has no business glistening like this and making you so weak.

It’s a small shop; of course the seat across from you had been the only open seat. And yet he didn’t have to stop. The chai in any other place would’ve been just as hot and sweet.

The thing is that he didn’t come here for the tea.

Having stared down at yours too long, biting your tongue, you glance up at him nervously.

He clearly sees your nerves but sees them in a way that makes them slowly start to fade. Something about his bay-blue gaze smoothes out the ends where they’re all frayed.

“I’m Lindsay by the way,” he takes the chance to say. “Or Lin for short. And yes I know the Hindi meaning of the word.”

The tongue-in-cheek response that slips off of your lips is far more forward than you’d ever have expected of yourself but so it goes. You wouldn’t say this to a man with a short penis but he’s far from such a man and you don’t doubt it. “Well then I suppose… you ought to know there’s nothing ‘short’ about it.”

Thus your thing with Lin begins.

And from that moment some small part of you already lives in fear of how it ends.

All afternoon the two of you talk over fresh roti and frothy cups of tea. You’re thinking more than half the time of just how good his lin would feel deep in your pussy.

Conversation flows so smoothly till it goes in the direction of a subject that you wouldn’t share so openly in any other circumstance—for several reasons your best practice is to keep this fact about yourself a secret or to lie whenever given half the chance. “My father works for the Australian embassy.”

You don’t tell him just what your father does exactly. Or what you do. But those words just hit him badly. Maybe lying would’ve been the better play for you, yet something when you’re with this man compels you to be just a little bit closer to true.

Even if it costs you the hope of knowing him and the loss burns you fucking brutally.

The ghastly pale shade that just fell across his face somehow still suits him fucking beautifully. Then again anything would; he can’t look anything but good. In any case you don’t ask questions that a wanted man could never answer truthfully. You just muse aloud ruefully. “I guess this means that you’d be better off not having anything to do with me.”

“Yeah, I would,” he says in a nervous half-laugh. Dead serious despite being amused at fate’s cruel joke so that’s what cuts the laugh in half. “I really would be.”

In that moment you can see so fucking clearly that the one thing this man needs most desperately in all the world is to be free. Like, fully free. If any man can ever be. You’re caught up in a life that threatens that for him; you’re bad for him. Look up at him and beg him silently—then just be done with me.

What you don’t know is that he sees the sweetest fucking kind of freedom in your eyes. He’s lost his appetite for chai and so he lies. “The thing is that I’m not done with this tea.”

***************

The first time you lay hands on Lindsay Ford you know right there and then that you’d lay down your life for him.

There’ve been so many cups of tea between the two of you in these past weeks, before you ever touch. A playful punch perhaps against his shirt-clad bicep in the chai shop when he cracks a joke that hits home just a little bit too much. The distant closeness of hello kisses on either cheek, and goodbye hugs and such.

But when your hands meet his bare skin, when he’s standing in front of you here in your room and tells himself he’s finally man enough to let you in… that’s when you know the way you truly feel for Lin.

Your eyes don’t linger on the color of the scars that streak his body since you’ve always been more focused on the wounds deeper within. The wounds that heal a little every day he spends with you and finds new hope of freedom from the prison of his sin.

The problem is he’s been conditioned to consider the escape itself a crime.

With whole truths and half-lies, you’re always finding new and better ways to reassure him otherwise. Tonight you place your palm softly against the skin above his heart as you gaze up into his eyes. “Has it been… a long time?”

Since he’s been with a woman? Since he’s felt anything other than alone?

Either way the answer is the same. It’s been so long. So fucking long.

“No,” he lies. Without shame. Knowing full well his body will tell you the truth even harder than it would have otherwise. Fuck you the better to spite his false tongue.

Yet his tongue sure as fuck doesn’t taste false to you. When you lean in to press your lips to his half-parted, first kiss fully open-hearted… when the kiss deepens and you can feel the wet heat of his tongue upon your own, making you moan as if for all your life till now you’d been alone… it tastes like nothing else you ever fucking knew.

There are no words for how it tastes or what it does to you. But you can tell from this first kiss he won’t let any of his self-hate claw its way through, cast its shadow on the way that he makes love to you.

He lays you down upon your bed, one hand cradling your head, the fingers of the other twined in yours. A soft smile plays about those lips that you just kissed, as if to ask whether a man like him should be allowed to feel such fucking bliss. He asks the universe. It answers, without words. Of fucking course.

Those smiling lips move down your neck and to the skin around your ear; your free hand tangles in the spun gold of his hair to hold him near. And fuck you’ve never smiled so much during sex or during anything. It’s fucking wild how much happiness you get from just the rhythm of his breathing. It’s the only sound you ever want to hear.

You hope those bright blonde bristles on his upper lip and chin will mark you up with rosy little burns across your tender skin. The scrape of them when he’s working his starved mouth on your tits feels like it has to be a sin. He leaves your nipples so damn stiff, that when he shifts, so he can kiss your gasping lips again and then your spit-slick chest rubs against his, you may have come undone already just like this, when the real fucking sex still has yet to begin.

And when it does you’re fucked in far more ways than one. Lin brings a whole other dimension to the meaning of undone.

You want this man to make sweet love to you tonight but also fuck you fucking filthy.

First thing you feel is the length of it when it finally springs free. The girth and weight and fucking strength of it just from the glossy tip pressed up against your pussy lips have seriously knocked you dizzy.

Pretty sure that shit won’t fit. But you’ll split all your insides open till you’re literally nothing but a hole for it.

Lin of course has other ideas though, for just how the night will go. Intense and passionate yet slow. He wants to ravage you for sure, and fuck you like a whore, but only in the ways that make you whole for it.

He doesn’t tell you that in words but still you know. There’s so much freedom in your eyes when he drives home between your thighs, and unlike all the other kinds of freedom built on fucking lies… this one is true and he won’t even have to sell his soul for it.

***************

Whenever you go down on Lin, it’s… it’s the closest thing that you’ve ever experienced to what infinite is.

It’s like the full scale of the universe collapses into mere inches and minutes.

Nothing mere about this though—not here when you’re gaping your throat to take his massive cock as deep as it will go. When your hands grasp onto the firm globes of his ass as if for dear life just to pull him ever closer while you suck and slurp and swallow. When your wide eyes glow with rapture as you thirst after his load until it has to fucking blow. You want this now and every day and night for all your life to follow.

These past days and nights you’ve tasted every inch of him till each became a mile. All the traces of self-hatred in the creases on that perfect fucking face of his that fade a little farther every time you make him smile.

And the sweat that you had seen—glistening on his neck that day when he first met you over chai and mesmerized you with that goddamn gorgeous sheen—you know now it tastes even better than it looks from all the nights you’ve licked him clean. The salt of sweat and tears and all of his regrets through all the years and then the bitter and the sweet of his release when you’re beneath him on your knees feed you so full it feels obscene.

Sometimes he fucks your filthy face because you begged him for it once. He goes all out and pounds your mouth like it’s a sloppy little cunt. He groans and grunts and grabs a firm hold of your skull and plows harder into your hole with every perfect push and pull until he pumps you full of everything your soul could ever want.

Release hits different for a man who’s on the run and it tastes different too. Takes on the taste of what it’s running to. He frees himself a little more, each time he pours himself into his dirty little whore. Tastes fresh as dew and real and true. And the one thing that he is most desperately longing to be free to do… is feel something for you. So long as he remains a prisoner of his own inner war, he can’t be free to feel this deep shit that’s already shaken him down to his core.

Till then he’ll just keep running to it. Maybe this shit ran him over from the day you met before he even knew it. Still he runs because for once he has something worth running for.

***************

“I win because I said it first.”

Lin waggles his adorably disheveled head, hair straggled from the several hours he just spent wrecking the bed, as he declares his little victory and keeps insisting on it while you laugh until it hurts.

You’re set to burst. The motherfucker won’t stop tickling your sides till tears are falling from your eyes.

“But they’re just words! All words are lies…!” you playfully clap back at him and slap one of his thighs.

He finally stops tickling you, settling down snuggled up sweetly in his bed so he can tease you with a cheeky little coo. “That means those words were a lie too. So if that statement was a lie then at least some words must be true.”

“I am not going to philosophize with you.”

At that he laughs and lands a kiss upon the corner of your pout, wagging his head again and sticking his tongue out. “That’s what a sore loser would say.”

This wicked bastard is dead set on getting you to say touché, but you won’t let him win today. “Words are just words. I loved you first. I’ve told you that I fucking loved you from the day your fine ass landed in Bombay.”

“No, you just told me that you saw me and already knew someday you had to have my cock inside of you.”

“So, just a very classy way to say I love you.”

“Oh, so classy…” he lets out another laugh and it’s so free and full of all the stars strung out across the galaxy, flung out much farther than the eye can see. Holds far more fire than the sun rising above you.

I love you.

Sun shines the same regardless of who said it first. Words are just words. And it’s a good thing they were spoken on this day, because tomorrow all the hands of fate at work here in Bombay… are set to do their fucking worst.

***************

His name is Lindsay Ford.

His name is Lin because that’s how you came to know him and to love him though some part of you had known deep down the name was probably fake. Made no mistake. Yet even so it was an instinct you ignored. For after all a name is just another word.

All words are lies.

You shut your eyes. Replay the treachery that your close colleague in the embassy risked his life to record. Of all the words in all the world these were the worst you’d ever heard.

Your father sits across from you and folds his hands, as the recording carries on. That snakelike voice had been his second in command. He knows by now the throat from which it sounds was slit just before dawn.

Not the first snake you’d ever slaughtered.

“The boss doesn’t know that the bastard he’s after—” at this he can’t help but erupt into laughter: “he’s fucking the boss’s daughter.”

The boss clenches his jaw. As if for anyone to fuck you has to be against the law.

“It’s him, I know it’s him. I passed right by him once some months ago when I had business in that shithole Pentridge Prison. It’s the same damn face I saw.”

“We’ll if you’re certain, then we’ll just—”

“No, listen, listen: he’s too… valuable to simply arrest.”

This had been how the conversation went, between the traitor and your trusted friend: the friend who had recorded it, so that he could report it. While the snake spoke he just listened, and replied only enough to act as if he was on board with it. The snake thought he’d convince him in the end.

“This is an advantageous man. He’s an escaped convict with some steep fucking price on him; our boss and everybody at the embassy and the Aussie authorities, okay, and some of the local police, and all the underbelly enemies this motherfucker made here in Bombay, all of them want him—and on top of all of this apparently he’s worth something to Abdel Khader Fucking Khan.”

“So what do you propose we do?”

“If it’s so obvious to me, it should be obvious to you. We do him dirty. And the boss’s pretty little daughter too. They’re valuable to each other, and to others; most importantly he’s worth something to Khader. And the slut is worth a whole lot to her father. We’ll work undercover—boss won’t have a clue that we’re the ones who got her. You know the big fat Bombay racket of ransom and blackmail and threats. We’ll just crack it and win at whatever the fuck we can get.”

Eventually your father has heard enough. If you hadn’t already shown him proof of death he’d be paying a personal visit to this piece of shit to rip his head clean off.

After a few moments of silence, he studies your face to assess how affected you were by the kill. Your heart’s still too young to have gone numb to cold-blooded violence. The murder was righteous and leaves you no guilt, but it’ll be a while longer before you get over the blood that you’ve spilled.

Your father offers you a tissue—though your eyes are dry it’s just a natural habit that he has with you, when you’re working through issues—and pours you a glass of tea. “Did you take care of it yourself so that I’d grant the favor you’re about to ask of me?”

He asks lightheartedly, half-jokingly thanks to how well he knows you, and it is partially true. You know him well too. And you know just what his answer has to be.

Once years ago, he had entreated you to promise him you’d leave this life behind before you ran the risk of falling in too deep. You hadn’t made the promise though; you weren’t sure whether it was one that you could keep. You took the leap, and now you’ve fallen in as deep as you could go. Your father knew the choice was yours but he had never wanted you to be a part of this corrupt embassy caught up in the crime that cuts across this sweeping city where the price is always steep, especially when it feels cheap.

Yet in Bombay this is the only kind of life you’ve ever known, and this infinite living breathing poem of a city is your home. Where you were born and raised and loved and lived a life that’s full and free and all your own. There is no other place on earth you’d rather roam.

You couldn’t make the promise to your father then but now the time has come.

He’ll make a vow, right here and now—against all reason and all sense because he knows you need this desperately—to let the man called Lindsay Ford live and be free, as if the embassy had never learned of his identity.

He’ll make that promise if you make yours. And you will of course. Not in the spirit of some sort of quid pro quo, and not because you feel in any way pressured or forced; it’s just the way shit has to go. The unintelligible order of the universe. Your father loves you and he can’t live with himself if he grants clemency to such a wanted man—a dangerous man, one all the wrong kinds of people would find an advantageous man—knowing that your life is entwined with Lin’s and then… and then another snake happens. Or worse. The blood that’s spilled next time could very well be yours. Love comes with fear and that’s it’s curse.

For all your life from this day forth you’ll live in fear for Lindsay Ford: fear that his past caught up to him at last and got him killed or captured.

On this day, you’ll do your part to make that tragedy less likely, even if only just slightly, once you finally depart Bombay… but you’ll be powerless against whatever comes after.

You won’t be here. You’ll be off someplace faraway with a heart full of love and fear. Far more of each than you’d have thought you could afford.

With a heart full of Lindsay Ford.

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You tell him the whole truth because he deserves nothing less, and because he would fuck it right out of you anyway if you had tried. Taste it off of your lips and trace it through the cloth of your dress, through the skin that it sheathes, and through everything deeper beneath. Take the truth from the places he reaches inside. When he makes love to you this last time he knows you never lied.

He can only be free if you free yourself of him. The two of you can’t run away—the promise you had made to your father today isn’t just that you’re leaving Bombay. He had asked you to promise to steer clear of Lin because otherwise you’ll end up dead on account of how fiercely you love him.

In any other circumstances, you would have taken your chances—and your father would have blessed it—it’s your choice after all whom to love and die for. And yet it was your father’s choice whether or not to grant the illegal and potentially lethal favor you’d requested. He granted it only on the condition that your life wouldn’t be more at risk if he did; that was the peace of mind that he rightfully needed, and why wasn’t hard to decipher.

And so… this is just how it goes. Your head fights it a bit though. Your heart somehow knows.

Lin resists it at first; you had figured he would. His head looks like it’s going to burst. Tries to figure out some way to hold onto you for reasons that are honest and good, or at least that aren’t selfish and wrong. But until he met you he had been nothing other than selfish and wrong for so long. So damn long…

He realizes tonight more than ever before, that he isn’t that man anymore. That he’s no longer locked in the prison of his inner war.

For now all you can do, is just love him through one last release, into you, and then maybe he’ll finally have peace, to let you go without losing sight of the love for which his heart still beats that’s still worth running for. And still will be long after you’ve gone out the door.

Even after it closes, the doors to both his heart and yours will be open because of this love and he knows this. Open as you and he both like the door to be. Love set him free.

He lets you go knowing that every time he wakes to the sunrise it’s you he’ll see.

Someday you’ll see his great big book up on a shelf, and smile to yourself. Knowing that he’s alive and well then you’ll no longer be afraid. Before you left you had reminded him to keep the little promise he had made.

He will. Lin isn’t one to make a promise he can only half-fulfill.

But you’ll be there through all the dark and all the light—between and behind and inside every line that he’ll write. The sun itself shines just as bright in day or night. Survives the shifting of the skies. Half the world watches as it dies, the other half watches it rise. The whole of it is fire that no man could ever kill. That was the kind of wholeness he would find when he sought freedom in your eyes. And holds it still. Freedom to love until his heart has had its fill.

He won’t write you into his book, but you’ll be there to see for anyone who dares to really look.

Whether or not all words are lies, no matter what they can still mean things that are true… or fucking try to.

So he tries. And all the while, with a full heart and a whole smile, he writes for you.

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