#sub zero temperature controller

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◜ mk1 men breaking the bed/headboard while fucking you ◞

▸ characters: bi-han, syzoth, liu kang, raiden, kuai liang, johnny cage, tomas◂ ▸wc: 4k+ [wow]

▸ tags¬es: REQUESTED by @luvv4lurd. drabble but long (like very long), fluff, nsfw, breaking, licking, ropes, inappropriate usage of power/abilities, humiliation, rudeness, rough, biting, power, begging, fingering, swearing, monster fucking (kind of), power play, pet names, calling god/goddess, possessiveness, protectiveness & more in the work, enjoy! [didn’t want to write this long & I am not sure whether @luvv4lurd wanted it to be this long but couldn’t hold myself, they’re so cute! hope all of you like it, have fun!]◂ ▸ m.

BI-HAN doesn’t care about hurting you that much, yet, he gives you a safe word to make him stop when it is needed. clearly, he wants to fuck you well enough so that he can show you only he can fuck you like this. this goal of his brings him to an edge that he put your body down on the bed, ass up, cock thrusting deep inside your walls as your body jolts forward and backward in sync with his cock’s rhythm going in and out of your pussy full of cum - since you have cum like two times already.

he’s a bit rougher than he is usually because he heard a few other lin kuei’s members talking about you - how they are mesmerized by your presence whenever you come into view, however, they complained about how they can’t talk to you because you’re always with the grandmaster, sub-zero.

that moment, he decided to fuck you hard enough to make you have difficulties with walking, making everyone realize who fucked you - their grandmaster - they will know who you belong to and that was why he is rough right now.

you don’t complain though, well, until he makes you scream his title - “my - ohh - my grandmaster!” he loses his mind, releasing his power; hands get colder as ice appears on them from fingertips to the arm, and since his hands on the headboard, to hold it tight and fucking you with a great strength, it covers with ice, making the surface so easy to break into pieces and this is exactly what happens.

the headboard breaks into countless pieces, the room’s temperature going down in an instant, your eyes widen but bi han gains his mind’s control, hands turning to normal as they touch your waist, sending a chill down your spine with their coldness - bi han begins to fuck you harder as if it’s even possible, blaming you.

“see what you made me do whore? it’s only because of you! have to get a new one now, but you should pay for what you have caused pretty slut and you will pay by giving this beautiful wet pussy to me - to the rightful owner of it. will fuck you until you can’t walk for the next week, my dumb whore.” 

SYZOTH tries his best not to use any of his strengths during the make-up sessions you share - getting intimate yet shy while doing it. he wants you to stay healthy even after the sex, only maybe some of the marks on your body that he likes to leave. however, sometimes you become a brat, acting naughty, trying to play with his nerves of pleasure and instincts enough to make him go rougher, and since he doesn’t want to hurt you, his hands find the sides of the bed while he’s fucking you with the position of missionary, green innocent eyes focusing on your face that full of cries, parted lips, half-closed eyes watching him with such delight he wants to prove himself further – wants to fuck you so good that your body cannot forget about it in the following days until the day he fucks you again.

and he loses himself when a hand grips him by the hair, pulling his face down at your level, ear to ear, you say in a whisper which is followed by a little moan afterward, “cmon pretty boy, I know you can do better than – ohhh – this!”

who is to decline your offer? who he is to hold himself still instead of fucking you harder – better?

syzoth whimpers at your words, he lets your legs hug his bare back, hands wrapping his neck as his hands begin to hold the surface of the bedsides tighter to find a balance after shoving his dick into your wider pussy rapidly than before, roughness and lust dripping from heart to body within actions.

“oohhh –“ he moans in sync with you, “tell me how good it is my love, please, please –“ he stops himself from crying by biting down your shoulder a few times, listening to your cries mixed with both pain and pleasure with full attention, and when you praise him, his edge comes, making him lose himself, and letting his nature form in some parts of his body; a tail appears on his back, it wags on its own – eyes turn darker green – and hands are covered with the skin of his true form, all green until it reaches to the arms.

all feelings double when his strength rises, weight becomes hard to endure, dick bigger – definitely rougher, going in and out of your aching yet wet pussy, and you reach climax at the same time – the exact time when a few crack sounds are heard, causing you to look into each other’s face – looking both excited and peaceful because of reaching the climax and shocked when the bed break into two, its middle swallows your bodies as syzoth hold you from the back from an instant, turn you around so that his back meets with the rigid surface of the floor under the bed.

hands on your back, hugging, turning into human form, and tail disappears as he looks at you with innocent and shy eyes as if you’re not lying down on the ground, inside a broken bed, cums still dripping.

“I’m so sorry y/n – but it – it was too much for me to handle. my love, how can I make you forgive me? I will do anything for you – just say it and I will show how sorry I am but please don’t judge me. I can’t hold my thoughts together when I have your pretty pussy.”

LIU KANG can be the steadiest person – or a god but you don’t know any other god aside from him, but not in bed, no, never. he is that steady, straightforward, gentle, cute, and all these kinds of things under the lights of daylight, however, when it turns into a dark sky when you visit him in his room – or you in yours, exchanging a few words, questions only to begin to fuck after the formality.

it’s not that he uses you as his fucktoy – yes, it feels like it because it turns you on, but no, he’s in love with you – so deeply that he loses his mind whenever he sees you, and when it comes to getting intimate, oh, he forgets about the timeline he has created entirely, focusing on you – your pretty face he likes to watch, your magnificent body he finds as the most beautiful thing on all realms, your voice that comes into his ears as prays while you moan his name and even his title whenever you feel like it, and oh, your delicious pussy that neither his fingers, his tongue nor his dick will ever get bored of – it will be such disrespectful thing to be bored when you open your legs wider to him, showing your pink pussy that begs for his caring and affection – that he gives you what you want right away.

he’s a god, yes, but he can kneel in front of you if it is needed – to eat you out, or even to beg you.

on a night, when he lets you do whatever you wanna do with him, you chose to ride him in order to show him how you love his dick so much as he watched you from below, making you feel so powerful because of having the god of fire, liu kang, under you – moaning your name, eyes blurry, a bit of fire travels on his shoulder since he hasn’t logical side in the brain, no longer when you ride him so good – it feels as if you’re his goddess and you can’t deny that it doesn’t turn you on just by thinking about it.

smiling widely, you let yourself get the pleasure at the highest level, so, you throw your head back, and hands travel on your body from hair to shoulders, from breasts to abdomen, from there to your ass – literally exhibiting your own body to liu kang while bouncing on his lap – pussy clench around his length whenever you sit down only to rise up and repeat the action rapidly, riding him, fucking him.

and liu kang’s last logical side screams him not to hold you – because if he does it, he is sure he will break you into pieces. he doesn’t want to hurt you, especially when he witnesses the sight in front of him – breathtaking, making him lose the balance of his strength. instead of holding you, he grips the headboard behind him as he sits there, having you on his lap – watching you riding him beautifully.

then, you look down, and chuckle, “let your goddess take you to the stars, pretty boy.”

he never had this kind of situation with any other person, so, when you reflect his own words with yours – ‘let your god take you to the stars, pretty girl’ – he really sees stars, hands get tighter, and he breaks the bed with his power of strength and fire, moaning your name loudly, “aggh – y/n!” as he cums hard into your warm walls.

the moment he opens his eyes once again, he sees your smirking face first, one of your soft fingers travels on his cheek as you kneel down closer, “oh, couldn’t pretty boy resist it and cum in an instant?” you chuckle, mocking him, “where is the god of fire, huh? maybe, you should be the one who calls me goddess instead.”

he doesn’t waste a moment, holding you from the waist, he closes the gap between your bodies – nose to nose, white eyes devour yours only by looking at them intensely, and he smirks – darker than yours, radiating fire.

“darlin’, you are already my goddess but you need to learn who you belong to. don’t worry, the lesson you will have now will be enough to make you remember it to no longer forget about it. I will teach you personally while fucking you on this broken bed.”

RAIDEN is a stranger to his own power that has been given by liu kang to fight with it to protect the earthrealm, however, now it sticks with raiden every second of the day and night, and he can’t leave it even while fucking you.

he says he should get used to it in every situation. he’s shy about it while saying it but you know that there are other reasons behind the desire to bring his lightning power into the bed ‘cause, that way, he can send a tickling jolt to your body – even to your pussy, making your pleasure rise up, wanting him to continue what he’s doing.

he knows you like it too – how he can’t anyway? you love seeing his eyes turning to light blue from time to time, love to let it flow through your skin, sending chills down your spine, getting you closer to the edge.

raiden discovers your kink contains electricity accidentally, and in a weird situation when he forgets to leave his amulet bonded to his hand while getting intimate with you.

he doesn’t realize holding it even when he goes hotter as he lowers down on your body, kissing every inch of you, reaching your exposed pussy soaking wet to the ground because of his gentle, slow yet effective approaches. he’s so gentle with you that he literally begs to taste your cum in his mouth.

letting him, you lean onto the headboard, wide open legs meeting with his soft-looking eyes, making him whimper at the sight.

you look so pretty that even after having your cum in his mouth, he can’t stop - he says he wants to thank you for letting him eat you out passionately by hovering over you, hands find the headboard behind you as he thrusts into your wet and fleshy pussy again and again with a pace driving you mad.

you scream how good he’s making you - to make it double, he uses some electricity that flows through your body without even noticing it, and the sudden sensation makes you clench around his length, swallowing it entirely, giving raiden a heart attack because of the pleasure he has never felt before, and it ends up with him using his strong muscles to hold himself in balance by gripping the headboard harder, making it crumble and break into pieces in a second.

to protect you from the falling pieces of it, he lowers down, covering your body within his but it makes all things go worse – or better as you say afterward; his cock reaches the end of your pussy, and it even becomes visible on your abdomen – and the scream, moans you made causing raiden to lose his mind – he begins to thrust into you, balls hitting your ass, forehead touches yours, eyes turn into light blue when you look at them.

“you have no idea how beautiful you look right now, my love. so – so beautiful. I am so sorry to break the bed but I can’t stop now. how can I? your pussy begs for me to continue fucking you. ohhh – it feels so good. I am offering myself to you as a forgiveness gift.”

KUAI LIANG is a man who lives to give you, his beloved lover, what you deserve – the whole world, as he believes. loving doing the things you want, he’s no longer a gentleman in bed as the bond you share grows more powerful as well as the intimate sessions you have an increase in passion and trust.

he becomes rougher when you need him to be. being such a needy lover for him, you choose to trust him enough to let him have you in ways you can never imagine on your own because he looks fragile from the outside – he still is but not when you get into the bed after a long and exhausted day, ready to find your peaceful hours, inside each other’s arms which turns into a hot moment since you can never resist the urge of getting closer – he turns into a beast, you can see the sparkes he has inside his eyes – reflection of the fire he has within his soul and body.

on one of the nights you become lustful for each other, kuai has you on your knees, ass up in the air, and your second cum’s juice flows through his thick warm cock onto your inner thighs and ass, however, he can’t focus on the mess you’re making because all his attention is on your wrists which are roped with his kusarigama – it has no kama yet the coldness of metal chains around your wrists are enough to send you chills since kuai’s entire body radiates warmness.

holding your wrist, he increases the pleasure you are getting from the way he fucks you into the mattress, moans coming from you mixing with the swears and praises he says between his rapid breaths, dripping sweats and moans – only you can make him so weak, so fragile yet powerful at the same time – it causes him to try to prove himself to you in a greater way that you can never forget about it, that your body screams his markings.

the sound that is created by the lewd sounds of his thrusts hitting your soaked clit build twist feelings inside your stomach that is pushed down onto the bed as his left hand holds the wrists that have chained while the free one is put on the headboard’s edge, holding it tightly because he needs to find a source of stability to stay still but it doesn’t work – not when he finds this new angle amusing, begins to shove his dick into your warm walls faster, then, when his climax hit, the solid tool cracks – collapsing.

when he comes to his senses, getting off his high, he realizes what he has made.

he looks a bit guilty, eyes finding yours, his face has an expression of a man who seeks forgiveness yet he seems to enjoy it, and he smiles when you chuckle, joking about how he can easily turn into a madman only because of having you like this.

as he agrees, he caresses your hair, hands playing with the chain to open it. he turns your body over, hugging you from the shoulder, he still doesn’t take his dick off of you.

“’m so sorry honey, didn’t mean to break the bed but weren’t it the head of the bed, I would break you – was so good – you feel so good. fixing it will be the first duty for me after I get more of you – can I? please say that I can because I need you – one more baby, please, give me one more. promise I will be more cautious with our surroundings. don’t want to get you hurt. you will only get pleasure until we’re done, my love.”

JOHNNY CAGE can be the most reckless fucker in the whole timeline. interested in you only, he loses the last logical side of his brain – if he has any when he has you in different situations yet each one of them is as effective as the others.

being energetic, having almost superhuman strength, and going wild in sex, he is sure unreliable while fucking. creating a sense of fear with excitement in your abdomen, ideas rush into your mind as you think about what he will do differently this time in every intimate moment. his uniqueness can be pointed out even while fucking you or letting you fuck him.

he’s also loud, talkative, preferring to let you know that you feel wonderful, perfectly taking his dick – or him, entirely, destroying his mind because of the beauty you have as lust cages him like a chain.

he seems like a madman too with his mind full of thoughts about how he can turn the sex you have into something more bustling, catchy, and entertaining for the two of you, maybe a little more for you ‘cause he prefers to be an unforgettable lover. he addresses you as his queen, and he is determined to prove himself right by treating you as one.

to do this, he tries to get his ideas turn into realities while fucking you.

not caring about your surroundings, not thinking consequences of being unconcerned, not realizing what he has done until his highness’ effects of being pussy drunk decrease. the reality hit his face when he saw the world around him, you still under him, mind dizzy, mouth dry because of moaning non-stop, eyes half-closed as you looked up at his face, cries cleaning your heated face.

the bed, worth a million dollars he chose to fuck you onto, now has a broken headboard – the pieces falling onto the floor and the bed’s soft white fabric. the memories of the moment before rushes into his mind as he looks at the broken material inside his fisted hands; he understands that he is the one that caused this. he fucked your wide-open pussy so mindlessly that when he gripped the head to find something to hold on to, he broke it without realizing it. 

as you still soak wet with your cum, and his own getting out of you, he jokes about the situation; chuckling while pointing out the power he has enough to break the bed’s head in one movement, showing it to you with such proudness you roll your eyes – this time not because of his dick, but because of his silliness.

he puts his hands on your sides, smirking down at you, winking, and having no shyness about breaking the bed.

“oh princess, it was worth a million dollars but doesn’t matter. you are worth more than anything in entire timelines. to have your pussy, I can break all of ‘em pretty. but can we appreciate how strong I am? ‘is all because of how good you’re makin’ me feel – ohh, pretty lady, making my mind go crazy like that – ‘is because of you that I broke it, but, what about we break the couch too? wanna do it – wanna break it too while eating you out. c'mon princess, gotta fuck you in every piece of furniture in this house.”

TOMAS is not like his brothers – he is not like the rest of the men at all. he’s a lover who puts your well-being before anyone else, including his desires, and passionate when it comes to that decision in times he has you inside his arms, standing naked from head to toe, giving yourself completely to the man you trust the most, you love the most.

his fragile manner doesn’t let him go hard on you even if you want him to do so. afraid of hurting you even a little bit prevents him from becoming rougher and harsh to you. he listens to all your pleases, begging him to fuck you harder, wanting him to believe he can never harm you, yet, he chooses to stay still even when you act so bratty, trying to get into his nerves, making him let it go.

tomas, being a cute shy boyfriend, delicate when the matter is you, stays determined for a long time ‘'til the day you plan everything out and make him lose his gentle manner, causing the loss’s emptiness to be completed with the new one – greed.

the greed he has for you builds up from his deep soul to show itself through his actions after he sees you sitting on the bed, on your knees, the dress you wear is thin and represents the color of tomas’ armor, the delightful body underneath it is visible to his widened eyes, looking innocently yet devilishly to his eyes, smiling widely as you rise your hand for him to hold and get into the bed with you.

who he is to resist? his determination is not that great – and both of you realize it when tomas gets into the bed, a moment later, when his cock meets with your already soaked and prepared pussy after he fingers you, he feels warmness, fire building within his body, making him want to devour you, unlike the times you had before, he’s a bit dizzy now.

he moans your name over and over again, lips curl only to moan, whimper, and beg for more. you let him though, saying he can get what he needs – you say he can use your body for his pleasure, and when he finally admits it feels euphoric to go rough on you, moans coming out of your pretty pink lips like a melody to his ears, encouraging him further.

he grips you from the waist while fucking you; he uses your body as he pleases, moving your body front to back, his thrusts meet with your walls in mid-air, earning rhythmic moans from both of you.

throwing his head back, he decides to hold the bed under your body because he realizes the red marks on your waist due to the grip he has on there. when his hands reach for the mattress, he grips the white covers strongly, hands turn into fists, and those fists hit the bed’s rigid surface – the bed breaks into two the moment he cum carelessly into you after you praise him, call him your good boy.

he swears for the first time, eyes closed shut, his cum meets with yours, forehead connects with your chest as you hug him from the shoulders.

breathing deeply into your breasts, warmness flows from his breaths to your exposed skin, smoke appearing on the curves of his body slowly, and you feel his tears because of both pleasure he has felt and quilt coming from breaking the bed, making your bodies go lower a little bit.

“oh, I’m so sorry, so so sorry, didn’t mean to – I – I just want to prove myself and get lost when you moan my name like that, calling me your good – ohh – boy. ‘m so sorry my goddess, please, forgive me. wanna say it will not repeated but I can’t – it felt so good that I wanna do it again – right now. my love, would you let me do it again? say yes, and I will be a very very good boy for you – only for my goddess.”

what a journey of rut! here's a cake for you because you deserve it after reading this, bearing it with me! 🍰

❤️ tagging: @lookingforgoodthings , @snowprincesa1 [taglist]

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MK1 Characters Headcanon: What Are Their Kinks (Submissive Characters)

Characters: Liu Kang, Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Kitana, Mileena, Tanya, Sub-Zero, Scorpion, Smoke, Reptile, Baraka, Shang Tsung, Rain

Warnings: Dom!GN!Reader, Sub!Characters, Mentions Of Multiple Kinks, Smut, 18+

Masterlist

Requests Are Open

I had to do this for all of us Doms out there. Some of these are spicier than others.

Hair Pulling/Objectification

Liu Kang likes to be reduced to nothing more than a toy for you to use as you see fit. He lives to serve you and wants you to use his body in any way that brings you pleasure. In his mind, that is his only purpose.

Tell him to lie still as you ride his abs or hump into his thigh completely ignoring his aching dick. He releases a moan as you play with his nipples, shocks of pleasure going straight to his dick with each tug and twist.

Pull his hair and his eyes roll back in pleasure, begging you to let him cum. Tighten your grip as you remind him that he is just a toy to be used for your amusement and pleasure and that if and when he cums, it will be after you have had your fill of playing with him.

Spanking/Cock Ring

Raiden craves giving you control over his orgasm. He loves the feeling of the cock ring you placed on him being nice and snug around his dick, a constant reminder that he can’t cum unless you let him. He will do anything to earn it.

Raiden usually follows the rules. It’s only when he gets the need to be thrown over your lap and spanked that he acts out. You don’t let him down during these times, giving him exactly what he wants. He smiles as he feels the first strike of your palm make contact with his plump cheeks.

Make him count the spanks out loud with the threat of starting over if he messes up. Of course, he’ll mess up on purpose just to prolong the “punishment”. By the end, he is a moaning mess as he humps your thighs asking if he can cum. You grant him permission while you remove the cock ring and give him one final blow. He’s cumming on a shout, making a mess between your thighs.

Rimming/Anal

Kung Lao is never more turned on than he is when you have your tongue swiping against his rim. It’s so intimate and he feels so connected to you when you are pleasuring him this way. Your mouth feels heavenly as you kiss and lick at his entrance.

Kung Lao lets out a whiny moan as you pour lube directly onto his hole. His breath catches as you circle him with your finger before applying pressure and it slips in with ease. Drive him crazy by slowly working him open until he is begging you to pound him into the mattress.

Spear him on your dick (real or strap) and go to town. He likes it hard and fast. Kung Lao will wrap his legs around your hips to pull you in deeper. Angle up and hit his prostate again and again and he’s almost crying, begging you to let him cum.

Praise/Oral (Giving)

Johnny Cage lives off of your praise. There is nothing that drives him more than you telling him how good he is being or how well he is doing. He constantly wants to prove to you that he is the best partner and deserving of your love.

One of the ways he does this is by giving you the best head of your life. Johnny would stay in between your legs forever if you only asked him to. There is no part of you that he doesn’t want in his mouth, front or back it doesn’t matter.

Using his mouth to draw moan after moan from you is the best kind of praise. He loves knowing that he is bringing you this much pleasure. Johnny would prefer if you sat on his face (once again, whether he is eating front or back he wants it all). He wants to be smothered by you as you use him to get off.

Shibari/Temperature Play

Kenshi Takahashi is a rope bunny through and through. He loves to be tied up in intricate designs. He finds the feeling of the rope rubbing against his skin and holding him in whatever position you desire comforting.

While he is tied up, run ice cubes over his skin and watch as he shivers both from the cold and the pleasure. Light a candle and drip hot wax over his abs and thighs. Decorate him any way you want, he is your canvas.

Have two mugs, one filled with cold water and the other with warm water. Take a big drag from one and hold the water in your mouth as you perform oral on him. Switch between warm and cold and he will be cumming in no time from the swiftly changing temperatures engulfing his dick.

Edging/Exhibitionism

Kitana loves the thrill of almost being caught. You and her will fool around in dark hallways of the palace, against a tree in the garden, anywhere that someone could possibly pass by and see if they looked hard enough.

Sit next to her at dinner and slip your hand into her panties. Circle her clit as you watch her try to keep up the conversation with the guests without faltering. Bring her close to the edge time and time again until she is sitting in a pool of her own excitement.

Lean over and whisper into her ear that she can cum only if she does it while keeping eye contact with one of the guests. Watch as she looks at Johnny and he stares back with a look of confusion. His eyes go back and forth between you two and then he smirks with realization. His knowing smirk pushes Kitana over the edge and she cums, drenching your hand.

Bondage/Toys

Mileena loves it when you tie her up, rendering her completely at your mercy. Tease her by rubbing your hands all over her body, but never the area she wants you most. Switch between a feather and a pastry wheel to lightly run over her skin increasing her sensitivity.

Mileena loves it when you use toys on her while she is tied up. Put nipple clamps on her and tug on them. Stuff a vibrator into her snuggly against her G-spot and have fun playing with the intensity. Turn it all the way up and she is pulling against the rope as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Go back to the lowest setting and work her up slowly, spending a least five minutes on each level. She will be a whimpering mess, telling you that she has been a good girl and deserves to cum. She’s right, turn it on high and grant her wish.

Oral (Receiving)/Overstimulation

Tanya loves it when you go down on her. She feels as though it's the greatest sign of trust and vulnerability to present her body for you to ravage. Laying there as you take what you want and leave her breathless.

The feeling of your tongue circling her clit and then flattening as you rub it up and down relentlessly has her back bowing and toes curling. She cries out as you add three fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out at a fast pace. She’s cumming before she knows it, head thrown back and mouth open on a silent scream.

She actually screams when you continue your ministrations, body shaking in overstimulation. She loves nothing more than you gripping her hips and forcing her to stay still. She can do nothing but lie there and take it with no way of escape.

Forced Submission/Degradation

Bi-Han desires to be broken and put into his place. As Grandmaster, he is used to people following his every command and giving him the utmost respect. He wants to submit to you but feels like his submission is something you have to earn.

He loves it when his partner overpowers him, but trust that he won’t go down without a fight. He truly is the brat of all brats. Tie him up and tease him for over an hour and he’ll be putty in your hands willing to do anything in order for you to let him cum.

Ask him what the Lin Kuei would think of him if they saw their leader begging to cum like the pathetic whore he is and watch as his dick twitches and leaks pre cum. Make him wait to cum until he has proved himself useful by pleasuring you. He would do anything you tell him to as long as he gets his reward at the end of it.

Choking/Masochism

Kuai Liang goes weak in the knees when you are rough with him. Push him against the wall, shove him to his knees, slap him. He welcomes it all. It only makes his dick throb and leak pre cum into his pants. He wants you to do him and do him hard.

Wrap your hand around his throat and squeeze and he’s almost cumming on the spot. His eyes roll back in pleasure as he struggles to get air into his lungs. Pinch and twist his nipples and his back is arching as he moans loudly. There is nothing better to him than the mix of pain and pleasure.

He loves it when you roughly jerk him off, not bothering to use any lube. It’s okay because he will be dripping pre cum soon enough. Squeeze his balls tightly in your fist. Suck him into your mouth without mercy. Be careful if you decide to use your teeth, he’ll cum without warning down your throat.

Thigh Riding/Dry Humping

Tomas adores when you let him sit in your lap, fully clothed, and grind into your thigh. There is just something about the way it makes him feel like a needy little boy who can’t be bothered to get undressed, to properly use his dick that he just can’t get enough of.

He lets out a needy groan as you stare at him with nothing but love, as you run your hands up and down his sides. The feeling of his dick rubbing against the fabric of his pants has his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Grip his hips and force him to go faster and rub harder against your thigh and his moans won’t stop. He won’t stop telling you how good you make him feel and how lucky he is to be able to ride your thigh like this. Ask him if he is going to make a mess for you in his pants and all he can do is bite his lip and nod as he cums over your thigh.

Somnophilia/Edging

Syzoth loves letting his partner have access to him at any time of the day. That is why he is perfectly fine if you slip into bed and play with him while he is peacefully sleeping. Nothing brings him more joy than to be useful to his partner whenever they are in the mood.

He moans as he wakes up with his dick in your mouth, sucking him down skillfully. He is already close to an orgasm from all the stimulation you gave him while he was asleep. But of course, you don’t want things to end so soon, so you pull back.

Syzoth falls more in love with you as you tease him, bringing him to the edge and back down, again and again. He smiles to himself as you ignore his begging to let him cum, he doesn’t want you to. Not until he is a drooling mess.

Overstimulation/Cum Play

Baraka isn’t satisfied unless you’ve forced at least five orgasms out of him. Lying there, covered in a layer of sweat as you tug on his overused cock makes him happier as can be. His back arches as another orgasm hits him, his body shaking uncontrollably.

He begs you not to stop even now. He pleads with you to give him another. Who are you to deny him when he begs so prettily? He growls at the sting of pins and needles in his dick as you continue pumping him, twisting your fist around his tip on every upstroke.

Run your hand over his abs and collect the cum pulling there. Let him swirl his tongue around your fingers, cleaning them from every last drop. Baraka can’t stop his body from twitching as you make this orgasm count by speeding up your strokes to an almost inhuman level. He howls, back bending almost painfully as cum shoots out of his now numb cock. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dumbification/Humiliation

Shang Tsung loves to be broken down into nothing but a dumb, stuttering mess who can only focus on one thing, cumming. He doesn’t want to think about how to gain power or raise his position in the world, no. All he wants to think about is the pleasure you bring him.

Call him a dumb slut as you force him to reach his climax by humping against your leg like a dog. He watches as you stand over him, staring down at him with your arms crossed over your chest. He clutches onto your thigh as he grinds his dick onto your shoe.

He only goes faster, moaning as you call him a pathetic whore, no worst than a dog in heat for getting off to humping your leg. He loves it even more when you make him repeat it, humiliating himself. Spit on his face and he’s cumming harder than he ever has.

Omorashi/Watersports (I know, fight me)

Zeffeero loves the feeling of being driven to the point of desperation. There is nowhere he would rather be than sitting between your legs being encouraged by you to drink yet another glass of water while you massage his lower belly, telling him how good he is for holding on this long.

The beautiful sounds he makes as his stomach starts to cramp, begging him to release the contents of his bladder. But he won’t, not until you tell him to. He feels light-headed as he rests against your front, one of your hands rubbing his stomach,  pressing into his bladder and the other shoved down his pants stroking his throbbing dick. His whimpers of, “Please,” become louder as each pass of your hand brings him closer to his climax. You finally, finally tell him to let go and all he can do is moan as his pants are drenched in a combination of his urine and cum. Let him lick your fingers clean, he’s earned it.

[bits-and-babs]

Im so sorry I didn’t see this till after request were closed but so idk if you gon see this but, f!reader had her nipples pierced? I’m sorry but I feel like price would be obsessed with readers piercings like if she had a tongue piercing too? Manz would go crazy. Smut? Dw if not <33

✦ 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄 ✦

– KINKTOBER DAY 6: NIPPLE PIERCINGS

cds!john price x recruit!reader | smut, 18+ | 1.2k words

summary: three months into your sas training course, chief directional instructor captain john price drills you on cold-water-shock survival.

cw: f!reader, cold water shock, power imbalance (recruit x directing staff), secret relationship, breast/nipple play, p in v sex, cream pie.

⇽ KINKTOBER MLIST | DAY 7: INCUBUS ⇾

It wasn’t as though there hadn’t been sufficient warning, but three years of service in the British army was nowhere near enough to prepare your body for the brutal battering that SAS selection subjected it to. Your blisters had blisters, and your body pulsed with a bone-deep ache every time you managed to crawl into bed upon dismissal. 

You had been sufficiently warned… About everything except this. 

Freezing cold water drips from your nose as you hoist yourself out of the pool at the base of the waterfall. Cold-Water-Shock training was a standard part of SAS selection– the ability to control your own discomfort and maintain a level head whilst also teaching the fundamentals of surviving sub-zero. January weather meant temperature levels were unsurvivable past a handful of seconds, and you could feel why. 

The process was simple. Fully submerge yourself into the icy depths before raising to the surface and keeping your chin above water. Next step; breathe. Regain composure and steady your breathing to fight the effects of cold-shock. Recruitment Staff would then ask you a handful of simple questions to assess competency before heaving you out of the water. 

You’d passed, you felt, with flying colours. The savagery of the otherworldly Brecon Beacons had failed to shake your resolve, answering the questions with ease. Even now, drenched to the bone and involuntarily trembling, you maintained a strong eye contact with Chief Directional Instructor Price as he eyed you with a stern expression. 

It’s momentary— barely there. You’d have missed it had you blinked. Price’s thick eyelashes, made damp by the sleet that had been battering the group all morning, dipped below your face. Sapphire blue irises glint in the low light when they zero in on their target. You hadn’t worn a bra this morning given you’d been forced out of bed at the arse-crack of dawn and expected to be in the van within five minutes… They’d left you little to no choice. 

Regardless of this reasonable explanation, you suddenly begin to regret your decision to forgo the cover, Staff Price gazing at the way your grey t-shirt clings to your pebbled nipples and the exposed shape of the piercing balls either side of each mound. 

“That’ll be all, 16,” he says, that raspy grit to his voice warming you from the inside-out. That fever encroaches on the apples of your cheeks when you realise he’s yet to pull his eyes away. 

“… Yes Staff.”

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“You did that on purpose.”

John’s voice, husky and full, was surprisingly even considering how tight your pussy walls clenched around his thick, veiny cock. You wail quietly at the soft breath that dances across your assaulted skin, nipples so incredibly sensitive. Sucked and nibbled and licked, the tender skin screams when Price drags the flat of his tongue over your pierced nipple with a delighted hum. 

“N-No—“ you choke out, the overstimulation of your nipples sending another shockwave of bliss down your spine. You know you’re squeezing him, because John ruts up into your fluttering pussy with a far less composed groan. “I didn’t— I didn’t mean to!”

“You’re not foolin’ anyone, Love,” John murmurs, gently taking your pebbled nipple between his teeth and rolling it. 

You see stars— swirls of technicolour dancing behind your eyelids with how tightly you squeeze them shut against the cataclysmic pleasure that seeps between your thighs. When John jerks his hips up again, you can hear how wet you are. It’s sloppy, disgustingly soaked, and Price loves it. 

“Fuckin’— Hah-“ John moans against the supple flesh of your breast, wrapping his lips around it and sucking on the hypersensitised skin. This time, when you arch your back from the bed with a wail of his name, he begins a slow and leisurely pace with his hips. 

Burying your fingers into the short-crop of his hair, you brace against the ticking bomb of your orgasm as it approaches. Each long stroke of John’s hips makes another disgustingly wet sound, your cunt greedily sucking him in and creaming around his throbbing dick as he flicks his tongue back and forth across your abused nipple. His other palm, battle calloused and rough, squeezed the other breast, thumb equally torturing your second nipple. 

It comes in waves; cresting, crashing tsunamis rather than soft laps of the ocean on a beach. A prickling heat that singes away the Beacon’s icy cold from your toes and creeps up the inside of your thighs. Your heart slams against John’s lips, your hands pushing into the back of his head to keep him there while you chase what could only be described as liquidation. 

“Ohmygod—“ you slur, and it’s as though the edges of your vision blacken. In truth, you’re not sure what you call him as you come apart on his cock, sobbing out a hapless string of garbled noises that don’t sound anything like his name. Toes curling either side of his hips, you fail to brace against the overstimulation that rips violently through you. 

“Fucken’ ‘ell—“ he groans deeply, a guttural growl that seems to vibrate the atoms in the air around you. The deliberate, methodical thrusts of his hips suddenly pitch to a sloppy, desperate gallop. John’s hands grasp the bed sheets so tight you almost hear the threads strain against the pull. 

He cums, coating the inside of your cunt with a rumble of your name that sounds so foreign to your ears with the afterglow buzzing in your eardrums. John continues to fuck you through it, taking pleasure in the way you squirm and squeal and cry until his cum seeps between your legs, coating the inside of your thighs with his seed. 

Sharp, heaving breaths echo in his small quarters, and you’re almost certain that his fellow DS had definitely heard you this time. But when John places his damp forehead to yours, eyes closed as he relishes in the bliss of being so close to you for just a moment longer, you struggle to find it in yourself to worry. 

“You should wear a bra,” John mumbles, pressing a kiss to your lips— but missing in the haze of post-orgasm-bliss and settling for a peck on the corner of your mouth. 

“Why?” You muse, still a little breathless as he works his lips down your chin and over your jaw. The gruff, burly Chief of Directing Staff was so affectionate when the door was closed. You knew that this thing you had going on was more serious than a thing when you stopped being anxious about getting caught and being kicked off the course— instead stressing about John offering his tenderness to another recruit. “If this is how you react to seeing me with a wet shirt and no bra, I’ll dunk myself in that water every damn day.”

In a moment of sobriety, John pulls back to look you in the eye. His aquamarine irises hold a heavy seriousness that makes your breath stall for a moment, afraid you’d said something out of line. 

“Love, I completed that whole trainin’ session with a rock hard cock.” 

A beat. 

Just before peals of laughter burst from you. John rolls his eyes, turning onto his back on the mattress. Still, he’s unable to bite back the smile that pulls on his lips.

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[n3ptoonz]

Can I get SFW and nsfw bi han headcanons pleaseee

bi han!sub-zero sfw/nsfw hcs

y'all know the rules; includes reader

SFW

absolutely hates loud music but catch him blasting soft jazz or traditional instrumental music that you can hear throughout the temple

another chronic tea lover like you'll never not see him with a mug in his hand or sitting on his desk, and you can best believe it's never empty

he hates surprises. unless they're from you then he's more like "oh...that's nice. thank you." with a lowkey wholesome attempt at a genuine smile (you are the first person to ever actually see him smile)

he has a soft spot for flowers. literally any kind of flower and this becomes obvious if you roam around his temple and see all the pretty vases with their hand made bouquets by yours truly

he has the best hand writing out of the trio. i'm talking like calligraphy master type shit and he even offered to teach you so you could write to him when he has to go away on long missions

i'm giggling at the thought that the "this isn't you" speech would work on him😭his short temper and grumpy demeanor gets him into so much shit and when you give him those eyes he's like "grumble grumble...fine."

at the start of your relationship he was the same but very very slowly became more patient with general things. he still has those moments though and you gotta be the level headed one or else nothing gets done

NSFW

roughest out of the three. who else is surprised? right. it did take him a while to learn control so you'd be able to leave his room not limping for once!

TITTY/CHEST ENTHUSIAST. i will die on this hill. he gets so grabby like he saw something shiny. y'all remember when his eyes damn near glossed over when he saw the coins on the ground? that's exactly the face he makes. dudes a sucker [all pun intended]

i feel like once he learns how to be gentle he's so caring. after care becomes more prominent cause sheesh the way the room looks when yall done is...😧 but seriously i think he'd be so attentive too asking if you're okay in the heat of the moment before going right back to fuckin yo shi up

groan city population him. soft mutter central. you could swear you've heard a small whimper before but he refuses to ever acknowledge it ever again LMAOOO

you [did]nt hear this from me but...he likes wax play. actually, temperature play now that i think about it. you didn't even need to suggest it cause he experimented with it once when his cold handprints were still on your hips. the second he could sense you were into it, now you gotta do it in moderation cause bro is a lil too excited

he likes to be choked.

i know i say this every time but idgaf he turns into a lil bitch when his hair is pulled. that tough guy shit is GONE once your nails meet his scalp. he has once came on the spot from it too, another thing to never bring up again LOL

[lockheed-martin-unofficial]

In Transformers Prime, Cybertronians are apparently vulnerable to extreme cold. (“You know prolonged exposure to sub-zero conditions can cause permanent system damage.” -Ratchet, S1 E7)

They are in danger of freezing when they go to the Arctic which continuously becomes a plot point, but somehow handle themselves just fine in space which is definitely way colder. Which leads me to believe it’s probably not the cold itself that’s dangerous to them, but the moisture in the air that freezes up around all their joints and crevices that immobilizes them.

The humidity in the Arctic is actually quite low, but in a snowstorm (like the one we see in S1 E7 where Optimus and Arcee nearly die) the snow that hits their bodies could totally melt from their body heat only to re-freeze around them as clear ice, expediting the process. It would gradually make it more and more difficult to move.

It’s like the clear icing that planes encounter when they fly through moist air, where supercooled water droplets freeze on their surfaces and make it difficult to move the control surfaces on the wings. Which is why I imagine flyers are probably more resistant to the cold+moisture conditions, since they already have built-in anti icing. Starscream does complain about the cold a lot in S2 E13, but that might just be Starscream being Starscream, or just trying to manipulate the others into letting their guard down. Dreadwing and the flying vehicons don’t appear very bothered, but then again neither does Optimus, so that one is staying as a headcanon for now. Maybe Starscream is bothered because he doesn’t have paint for extra insulation.

Optimus does say “the current temperatures are not extreme enough to affect our biology.” during that episode, and when he does there’s only a little bit of snow, which might confirm that when they say “temperature” they actually mean “moisture”. I don’t know.

[angel-of-the-moons]

Hear me out this. Hanzo falls in love with a woman who's in the Lin Kuei.

(You can make it as horny as your brain wants)

(Please?)

Oooooooh our resident spicy boy!

Fire & Ice

Hanzo Hasashi x Fem!Lin Kuei!Reader)

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, Sexual tension, pining, opposites attract, slight spanking (briefly) unprotected sex, bath sex, PiV sex, temperature play(?) wee bit of Kanon fudging

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Hanzo is just MMMMF also Raiden is Light Aligned here for a wee bit of context

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It all started during one of the first peace talks after the budding brotherhood of your Grandmaster, Kuai Liang (AKA Sub-Zero) and the Grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu.

Once the cease-fire between the clans was initiated, it was met with mixed results. The original Shirai Ryu were annihilated (including Hanzo's wife and child) by the forces of the previous Grandmaster, Bi-Han (whom everyone later discovered was actually the evil sorcerer Quan-Chi in disguise).

However it came to light that the initial fires of hatred that were lit were orchestrated by the Grandmaster before Bi-Han himself; before Bi-Han became the void-creature known as Noob Saibot, before Cyrax and Sektor were "cyberized".

All of course, with Quan-Chi's aid...

But when Kuai Liang and Hanzo Hasashi buried old prejudices and hatreds and pursued an avenue of peace and allyship, they proposed training scenarios between the ninjas.

You were one of Sub-Zero's top members. Your flexibility and cryomancy a deadly and graceful combination.

Naturally, at some point you found yourself pitted against your complete elemental opposite, Scorpion.

Not only was he your elemental opposite, he was vastly more skilled than you. Having spent years as a revenant under the control of Quan-Chi, training others in the way of the Shirai Ryu, working with Lord Raiden... Yeah. You were a child compared to his prowess.

But you however, did get some ideas for your own weaponry from him. Instead of a normal kunai attached to a chain, you settled for a chain with blunt ends, allowing your cryomancy to shape various weapons at the ends. After all, they'd been useful for making things like spears, scythes and various others in the past...

And to say the man was floored when you used his own techniques against him--and mastering them with your own twists while you were at it--was an understatement.

It became rather normal for Hanzo to seek you out for sparring sessions, seeking to experiment with your respective powers you both created various attacks and techniques to better battle one another.

However it was during one of your sessions, where you were to be chased and he the hunter, that the two of you finally figured out that what was between the two of you was more than camaraderie, more than diplomatic friendship.

Hanzo himself realized a lot sooner than you did. The warmth in his heart (and not from his flame) and the increased rate of beats when you were around, how his thoughts would drift back to you when it was quiet, when he would pace the Fire Gardens...

It was a feeling he hasn't felt since Harumi.

He was hesitant to bring it to your attention, for fear of a repeat performance of some cruel twist of fate robbing him of the one he loved once again.

He couldn't dare hope one as vibrant and beautiful as you could feel the same.

Until that night, when he had you pinned to the tree, breathing hard from the chase.

He barely had a moment to realize how close he was to you before masks were torn from faces by your hand and lips met lips in a kiss balanced in his hot and your cold; a kiss so passionate steam wafted as your mouths parted.

It was under the snow-heavy branches of that tree where your hands first explored each other. Not in heated sexual passion, but with the desire to map out every detail you could, so when the two of you parted ways again you would always be able to mentally trace those lines, commit them to memory like a well-read book.

Kuai Liang had suspicions of a budding relationship between the two of you. If anything, you had to wager that he probably knew your true feelings for one another even before the two of you figured it out for yourselves; but he wouldn't bring it forth. He knew you two needed to figure it out at your own pace.

After all, his friend was still nursing a broken heart from the loss of his wife and child. But he knew this was still good for him, for the two of you, for both clans.

Hanzo Hasashi had finally fallen in love again.

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Your first real "intimate" moment with Hanzo was when you showed him to the hot springs in the mountains. Heat, ice and snow all together in a blissful harmonious oasis.

Not unlike your love for one another, a peaceful respite in tumultuous times.

"This is... Beautiful." Hanzo said, his breath coming out of him in a cloud that swirled with the snowflakes. "But won't it still be too cold to bathe?"

You chuckled and pulled off your mask. Shaking your hair free of icy flakes. "Well, Hanzo, that's why the goal is to stay in the water. Where it's warm."

He blew out a chuckle and shook his head. "Obviously." He turned and looked around, the red leaves of the maple trees surrounding you casting a beautiful scattering of color among the white and gray.

"But it--"

His voice died in his throat as he watched you strip your uniform from your body.

You held no shame, clearly, as you stripped bare in front of him, your wonderous body on full display for his longing, hungry eyes.

You took pride in your athletic frame, muscles and soft curves in all the right places, your body a gorgeous shell for the violence you were capable of committing.

His dark eyes met yours, a twinkle dancing in their depths as your smile reached your ears. You beckon him towards you, your fingers curling in a silent request for him to come closer.

It is a silent request his body obeys before he realizes he's even moving, his blood rushing in his ears.

When your fingers wrapped around his tabards you begin undoing each bit of his ornamentation slowly, peeling it off of him like a juicy piece of fruit you couldn't wait to take a bite out of.

Maybe you would... later.

Once he was naked, you gave him enough dignity to spare looking between his legs, knowing he wouldn't be ready for you to look at him there just yet, you felt like he would set the very air ablaze; each snowflake that landed on his body melted with a soft hiss as it came into contact with his skin.

At first you were concerned that maybe he was too hot, that the spring might make him sick with the extra heat added to his body; but as you sank into the water, he didn't seem bothered in the slightest. In fact, his eyes continued to take your form as he thought you weren't looking.

Every scar told a story, and he wanted to hear them all, wanted to hear a symphony of your voices together as you breathed your love into one another s lungs as you shared scorching kisses.

You could have sat next to him. You could have.

But you didn't. As shameless as you were, you sank down in front of him between his parted knees, slowly, a soft noise escaping you as the water crept up your cold body and you pressed your back against his chest.

You pretended not to hear the sharp inhale of breath as his raging erection pressed firmly against your back, the heat from it almost hotter than the water you were reclining in.

You hummed softly as he slipped his arms around you, pressing a hot, damp kiss to your icy shoulder.

You'd swear he could probably leave burns with those lips of his.

"Hmm... How did your meeting with Lord Raiden go, Hanzo?" You ask him, sliding your hands up his thighs and to his knees, feeling the knotted muscles tighten and flex beneath your touch.

"Ah..." He said, his voice tight in an effort to control himself.

"It... Went well. Young Takeda was there, it was good to see him again."

"How is Takeda doing?"

"He's spending more time with his father, and I believe he and Jacqui Briggs are officially a couple." Hanzo chuckled.

"That's good, they're a nice match." You sigh, relaxing into him more, maybe, just slightly intentionally grinding your ass against his cock.

His arms tighten around you and he leans in, his lips at the shell of your ear.

"You're playing a dangerous game, my lotus." He growls.

"You know me... I live for danger." You purr, grinding against him once more.

He groaned in your ear and rolled his hips to meet yours.

"I have to ask..." Hanzo said, one of his rough and calloused hands rising to give your ribs a feathery touch.

"I'm experienced, don't worry." You assure him playfully.

"Good..."

Was that... disappointment you heard in his voice?

"Awww..." You reach back and comb through his ebony locks. "Hanzo... Are you sad you're not my first?"

"No..." He lied. "I'm merely content to know this will be fully enjoyable for you, then."

You gladly take a mental note and stow that information away for a later scenario you wanted to play out with him...

"Hanzo?"

"Hmm?"

You turn your head slightly and capture his mouth in an awkwardly-angled kiss, teeth and tongues grazing, nipping, and twining together in a passionate affair.

You lift your hips enough in the water so the head of his cock is squished between your thighs. You roll yourself against him, letting his cock stroke between your legs as you flex your muscles, gripping him as tight as possible.

"Agh... You truly live for danger, hm?" Hanzo groaned hotly in your ear. His hands kneaded your breasts, his fingers heating up as he pulled and twisted your nipples in time with the lazy rolling of your hips.

"Hanzo..." You keened softly.

"You need to stop." Hanzo said, gripping your hips, effectively stilling you.

You pout in protest, and look at him over your shoulder, waiting for an explanation.

Hanzo's tongue darts out to lick at a bead of water that rolls down your shoulder, and nips at the skin, there.

"When I finish, I want it to be inside you." He growled against your skin.

His voice and the way he was touching you sent a jolt of excitement racing up your spine.

"Yes." You breathe, your heart beginning to flutter in your chest like a flighty bird.

"Do you want me, my lotus?" Hanzo asked you. "Do you want me inside you?"

"By the Elder Gods, yes." You reply, your voice shaky but certain.

Hanzo quickly helped you up, turning you around so your breasts were squished against the rocks below you, your hands balling in the snow, ice creeping out from beneath your fingertips.

You eagerly spread your legs for him, water rolling off your body as his searing grip kneaded and squished the flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks as his chest heaved while his eyes drank in your swollen and waiting sex and prone form.

"Hanzo, please?" You pant, pushing back into his grip.

His cock twitched at the sight of you, at the feel of your icy skin in his hands. Any normal person would be a shivering mess, being practically face down in the snow. But not you. You were Lin Kuei, a cryomancer.

His little ice lotus.

He gripped the base of his cock and took his time lining up, a small smile crinkling the corners of his eyes as you squirm impatiently.

He wasn't sure why, but something told him to raise his hand and slap your ass in a reprimand.

The squeak you made at first gave him the impression that he'd seriously hurt you, but when he noticed how demure you became, he chuckled softly.

"Behave, lotus. You must learn patience. It is a ninja's greatest asset." He said, his chest tightening as the tip of his cock slipped through your wet folds, the walls of your pussy gripping him in a greedy vice.

"Please, Hanzo..." You cried softly, trying to sink yourself deeper against him to sheathe his cock fully in the waiting velvet of your body.

Hanzo's hands prevented that, and it frustrated you, but your complaint died before it could form as he slowly eased himself inside, inch by torturous inch, until the tip of his cock just barely kissed your cervix.

He certainly had girth and length that was definitely going to make you see stars, tonight... His size complemented the roped muscles all throughout his body.

You make a deep, throaty moan as his weight settles into you, your muscles squeezing him down, trying to pull him deeper.

You feel the short coarse hairs that reached his navel brush the skin of your ass as he brought his hips firmly against yours.

He leaned in, kissing up your back and over your shoulder until his mouth was at your ear.

"How do you want me, love?"

"Fuck me hard. Please?"

He kissed your shoulder, biting down and sucking the skin, marking you as he pulled out and slammed his hips back in.

Your cries shook birds from the trees, the sensation of his balls slapping against your clit sending shivers up your spine, the pressure of his cock pounding you and pressing against that one divine spot within you, each drag of the vein running up his length driving you further and further into madness.

No other man you'd ever been with had been so precise or skilled in the art of sex.

Your previous partners were paltry compared to the sharp, angled thrust of Hanzo's hips, his cock cramming into you at such a harsh and heavy rate that you swore you were going to cum at any second, gushing around him, leaving a nice creamy ring at the base of his dick as he fucks into you like a man possessed.

He grips your shoulders and pulls you up against him, so your back is pressed against his chest.

His hands rise to your breasts, his fingertips almost glowing as he pinches your nipples, the soft mounds bouncing and jiggling in his hands with each upward thrust of his hips into yours.

"Hanzo!" You cried out, tossing your head back with a wail of ecstasy, your vision going cross as he brings one of his searing hands to your clit, rolling vigorously, the heat feeling like it set every nerve in your body alight with fire.

"Come for me." He softly commands.

And just like that, your body obeys him, clamping down, squeezing him, trying to mold yourself around him; commit his shape and size to memory so he and only he could ever fuck and satisfy you ever again.

He hisses out a breath, steam rising in waves off his body as he fucks up into you again, riding out your orgasm as he rapidly approaches his own.

Hanzo eases you back down, his hand sliding up your sweaty, chilly spine as he tips his head back, his lips parting in a moan as he cums, jerky thrusts and loud whimpers from you as his boiling hot load paints your insides a nice, pearly white, threatening to burn a hole right through you.

He lazily fucks you, some of his spend leaking out around him and dripping down your thighs as he rides out the blinding high that took over every range of his senses.

Once the two of you regain your breathing, he keeps you firmly seated on his cock as you both sink back into the water, relaxing as the heat soaks through your chilled core while Hanzo gently pours palm fulls of water on your skin, massaging your shoulders.

"Mmmh..." You sigh, relaxing against him as he kisses the top of your damp head.

"You seem content." He chuckled.

"Hanzo, I'm pretty sure you're going to have to carry me back home." You laugh. "Had I known what kind of weapon you were packing, I would have been just slightly more hesitant..."

"Only slightly, hm?"

"Just a bit." You murmur, kissing the knuckles of one of his hands.

Hanzo grins and plants a kiss over the bruise he'd left on your skin.

"You will get used to it, my lotus."

[ltwilliammowett]

The Tombigbee River Phantom

The Eliza Battle was a sidewheel steamer, launched in New Albany, Indiana in 1852, which travelled regularly on the Tombigbee River between Columbus, Mississippi and Mobile, Alabama in the United States in the 1850s. She did the same in February 1858.

Advertising for the Eliza Battle

Captained by S. Graham Stone and piloted by Daniel Epps, the Eliza Battle left Columbus with a crew of 45. The ship was only able to travel so far north on the Tombigbee when the river was regularly flooded in the winter months, and made stops at Pickensville, Gainesville, Demopolis and numerous small piers on its way downstream. When the ship left Demopolis on 28 February 1858, it was fully loaded with 60 passengers and more than 1200 bales of cotton. A strong northerly wind set in during the already cold night, and the air temperature dropped into the minus range in the two hours after dark.

At about 2 a.m. on 1 March 1858, about 32 miles (51 km) downriver from Demopolis, near Beckley's Landing, the watch noticed that some of the cotton bales stored between the main deck had caught fire due to being too tight and were now burning. The fire, which was partly due to the strong wind, soon got out of control. The boat drifted further downstream and got out of control. Cut off from the lifeboat by the flames, the passengers, some of whom were clad only in their nightwear, were forced to go into the river to escape the flames. Some survived by floating on bales of cotton, hoping not to freeze in the sub-zero temperatures, but for many this was not the case. The Eliza Battle eventually came to rest above Kemp's Landing and sank to a depth of 8.5 metres. The few survivors were rescued by local residents, 33 or 45 of whom lost their lives in the freezing temperatures.

Eliza battle Tombigbee River 1858, by Ralph Richards

Now the Eliza Battle is no ordinary shipwreck, on the contrary she is said to surface regularly in February as a burning phantom trying to finish her route. But she often fails. She is also supposed to try to lure unsuspecting people who see her and want to help, because she is obviously in distress, and drag them down with her.

[farfromstrange]

Good Boys Deserve To Be Taken Care Of Pt. 2 | Matt Murdock x Reader

Masterlist

read Part 1 here...

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader (I used the word 'good girl' and female anatomy)

Summary: After exploring another aspect of your sexual intimacy with Matt, you are determined to take it another step further, and you dive into new territory that neither of you seems to mind.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ MINORS DNI, pegging, anal fingering, oral m!receiving, handjob, ass eating, orgasm denial, orgasm control, slightly Sub!Matt & Dom!Reader, praise kink, hair pulling, marking, hints at temperature play, overstimulation, taste kink (this is Matt, hello???), pwp basically, aftercare

Word Count: 7.3k

A/n: After someone reblogged saying they need a part two, I went straight ahead and wrote one. This is so filthy, but I have zero regrets and Matt's ass needs to be worshipped, there is no other way out. Also, his dick needs to be thoroughly sucked, but the man needs to be edged after making us suffer so many times. Sorry, not sorry. I hope you enjoy this as much as the first part.

I'm dedicating this to my lovely @blackshadowswriter because my conversation with her led to the first part even being born, and we originally talked about pegging, so... this is actual pegging right here. All hail Matt Murdock's ass!

The apartment is lulled into soft candlelight. He can smell the lavender mixed into the wax as soon as he enters the apartment complex. Beethoven plays over the speakers in the living room, a soft tune of classical music to accompany the sweet sound of your voice as you hum along. 

Matt enters the apartment with caution. He’s not sure what has prompted you to turn the place into an oasis, but as soon as he smells your body lotion mixed with his shampoo thick in the air, and hints of your razor foam in the bathroom, he knows that he has no reason to complain. The different scents are not overwhelming. Over the years, you’ve grown careful of his heightened senses, and he appreciates your effort in trying to regulate the temperature of the many candles with an open window in the kitchen. 

He drops his bag at the door, takes off his coat, and takes slow and steady steps into the living room. His head is tilted to the side, his ears searching for the familiar beating of your heart and the sound of your breathing. 

Your bare feet pat against the floorboards, the fabric of the rope you’re wearing brushing against your thighs, and the sound is smooth; you must have shaven while he was at work. Your heartbeat beats to the same rhythm it always does, although a certain sense of excitement consumes you and causes an uptick in your pulse. Your breathing matches the flow of your blood through your veins. His interest is piqued. 

Amongst the sweet smell of lavender and candlewax, he picks up on a different scent - it’s a mixture of sweetness, slightly bitter, and a tinge metallic. It’s a scent he can’t possibly put into words because as soon as he smells it, his eyes roll back and he revels in the familiarity of it. He revels in what the scent means. He opens his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick his lip and he outright moans. 

“Welcome home, honey,” you purr from the doorframe to the bedroom. 

He licks his lips again. The day hadn’t been stressful, but it had stretched on for an eternity, it seemed. He’s been looking forward to this, to you, to a welcome distraction amidst the chaos. He expected many things, but the scent of your arousal had been the last thing on his list. 

“Welcome home indeed,” Matt says, discarding his glasses along with his tie. “What did I just walk into?”

“I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?”

You nod. “Do you trust me?”

“Always,” his answer sounds breathless. 

“Good,” you say. Your fingers fiddle with the bow on your robe, opening it slowly and letting it fall to the floor.

He sucks in a sharp breath. What you’re wearing underneath is a set of silky lingerie. The green one, he can tell from the way it hugs your body, and it sends the blood straight to his core.  

Matt steps forward, his hands determined, but you slap them away. “Not yet,” you say.

“So you’re going to tease me?” he retorts. His patience has never been lower.

“Not quite. As I said, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“I thought you being half-naked and wet for me is my surprise.”

His shameless words send a blush to your cheeks, but you swallow it. “Remember what we tried the other day?”

He tries to touch you again. “We tried a lot of things,” his voice has turned into a needy purr and you can feel yourself getting close to giving in, letting him do what he wants, and showing him your surprise another day.

His fingers are greedy as they pull on your robe. You get closer to him and allow him to kiss you, a simple hello that soon turns into a heated dance of your lips. 

In a moment of clarity, you catch his wrists. “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you say, your voice merely a low murmur.

Judging by the hungry look in his eyes, he does know what you mean. He can still feel your mouth on his back and your fingers moving inside of him; your tongue nudging his entrance and reaching parts of him he had never explored before. It’s been a couple of days since then, but it has been one of those mornings he would never forget again. The intimacy and your willingness to give him that kind of pleasure had been on a high that day, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t miss it. 

Your skin feels smooth under his fingertips. You have moisturized after shaving and made sure that the wonderland that is your body pleases his senses in all the right ways. He wants to grab your hips and take you right there; you smell incredible and the mix between him and you drives him crazy. His cock throbs in his slacks and he bites back a moan when you allow him to brush your waist and kiss you again. 

He hates giving up control, but for you, he would do it gladly. 

“My surprise is something a bit different,” you say and your voice carries a bit of a more serious tone. He listens closely to the signs of nervousness in your heartbeat and your body language that he knows like his mother tongue. “‘Cause I know how much you enjoyed yourself the other day,” you say.

He tilts his hand, his fingers playing with the bow on your panties. Curiosity is written all over his face. His eyebrows are scrunched up and his cheeks are flushed; he offers a beautifully sinful sight in the dim light of the room, his lips wet and swollen and his cock straining in his pants. You can barely contain your excitement or the lust that consumes you whole whenever you look at him. He’s perfect, beautiful, an art piece meant for a museum. 

Matt chuckles hoarsely. He can’t seem to get behind it. “What are you up to, sweetheart?” he asks. The call of your pet name makes you shiver and sends another flood of arousal between your legs. 

“I want to make you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good.”

“No, I mean, I want to make you feel good like that again. And I want to do it properly this time.”

His heart skips a beat. “Sweetheart…” he’s not sure what you mean, but the prospect of what you could want has him flustered. 

“You’ve been so good to me, baby, and I want to give something back. I want to take care of you.”

He can only imagine the doe look in your eyes, your blown pupils, and the flush of your skin where the blood is pooling. He can feel your pulse under your skin and the wetness coating the silk of your lingerie. He can smell you, he can taste the molecules in the air, and his senses go straight into overdrive. It’s hard to even make sense of your words, and perhaps part of him is too shy to think about them properly because he is not sure about what it means.

You lick your lips, bracing your hands on his broad shoulders. “I want to peg you,” the words slip your lips in a rather nervous and hushed manner, not as seductive as you had planned.

The blood rushes to Matt’s cheeks and his jaw drops slightly. His eyes glaze over. You can tell from how he grabs your hips that he didn’t expect to hear those words come out of your mouth. He’s thought about it before, but he’s never considered asking you for it. Your fingers felt good and he would gladly take them again, but your suggestion does something to him that he has never felt before.

“If you’re comfortable with it,” you continue and start unbuttoning the first buttons of his shirt. “I went online and bought something that’s supposed to make it good for the both of us, but if you say you don’t want to, I’d understand.”

He takes another whole minute to respond, his fingers digging into your skin for support. 

“Matt?”

“Yeah,” he says, breathless. 

“What?”

“I want you to… y’know.”

“Peg you?”

He blushes. “Yes.” He knows it’s not a bad thing, not even a bad word, but there is something about the intimacy that it entails that makes him nervous. 

Your lips tilt up into a smirk. “You want me to fuck you?” you ask. At this point, you’re just teasing, but looking down you notice that your voice has the expected effect on him. 

His cock, even harder than before, throbs in his pants and the pre-cum leaking from the tip has soaked through the gray fabric. You reach down, cupping his aching dick with the palm of your hand ever so gently. 

Matt hisses, arching into your touch. Your lip grazes his neck, pressing featherlight kisses to the sensitive skin, tracing your tongue over his protruding beard that he didn’t get the time to shave the day before. He reaches out to grab your wrist, not wanting you to stop stroking him but at the same time craving freedom. He’s so painfully hard, and you haven’t done anything yet. 

“Talk to me,” you murmur into his ear. Your tongue darts out to lick his earlobe. “Tell me, do you want me to fuck you, baby?” 

Oh God, he thinks. He must have died and gone to hell. Your voice is so sinfully soft, the arousal dripping from your tongue and between your thighs. He can smell all of you, even the sweet scent of the chocolate you had before that is still stuck in your pores. He’s putty in your hands.

You use that to your advantage. You’re often the victim of his teasing, but whenever you turn the tables, which hardly ever happens, you make sure to do it right. You can be cruel, he knows that, and you know how to punish. You know how to be dominant because sometimes, even Matt needs it. He needs to be taken care of. May it be a blowjob, your hand, or just feeling you bouncing on his cock until he comes. It took him a long time to accept pleasure instead of just giving it, but he eventually let you teach him the same way he has taught you many things about sex and intimacy that always leave you satisfied. This though, is something new and the territory scares him as much as it excites him. 

He lets out a strangled moan when your thumb brushes over the tip of his cock. “Fuck,” he grunts. 

“Tsk, not what I wanted to hear,” you say. 

“I’m sorry,” his lips part in a soft whimper, “Of course I do.”

“What do you want?”

“You to fuck me.”

“Then say it. Say what you want me to do to you.”

Oh, he hates the game you’re playing. “I want you to…” he swallows. “I want you to… peg me,” as he says it, an even deeper flush spreads across his beautiful cheeks.

You chuckle, grabbing his clothed cock tighter and deciding to have mercy on him. Fidgeting with his belt buckle, you open it and push him back into the bedroom. He bounces off the bed slightly, surprised by your strength. You get on your knees before him, opening his belt entirely. You tug down his slacks together with his boxers and stop to stare at his weeping cock with a soft smile. 

His fist clenches around the sheets. “Sweetheart,” he moans. 

“Shh,” you coo before softly gliding your tongue along the protruding vein along his shaft. 

The rough surface of your tongue has him turned into a breathy mess within seconds. You follow the outline of his cock from his balls up to his tip, sliding the tip of your tongue through the slit. His head is sensitive and the wetness of your mouth causes him to cry out softly, his hand getting entangled in your hair. He expects you to push him away, but you don’t. You let him. 

Your mouth opens wide around him and you start taking him in, allowing your throat to adjust to his size. You envelop him, swallowing until you can’t take anymore, and the last few inches you grab with your hand, jerking him off with languish strokes as you pay attention to the most sensitive part of him. 

Matt groans, tightening his fist in your hair. He feels like he’s falling, your touch setting his nerve endings on fire. He’s burning, barely alive, and he can see the light at the end of the tunnel clearly when he closes his eyes. 

Your mouth is tight and warm around his cock. You take your time, not rushing the movements of your tongue and your hand. At some point, you grab his balls with your free hand and return to sucking on his tip, and it’s then he moans louder than before, the pressure in his lower abdomen growing tenfold with every one of your fleeting touching everywhere he needs to, but not long enough to focus entirely on it. You’re playing with him, but as much as he hates it, he loves how well you treat him. He knows you want to get him there, but this is your pace and he knows that if he forces you further down in him, he won’t be coming anytime soon. 

Your lips close around the head of his cock and play with the slit, his skin tingling with the sensation. He fists your hair, wanting nothing more than for you to take him deeper. But within seconds, your hand is there to make up for the missing inches and he howls at how tightly you're squeezing him. Your lips suction around his tip and his eyes roll into the back of his head, far enough to see his brain if his eyes were working. 

“Fucking hell,” he whines. “You’re driving me crazy, sweetheart. Don’t stop.”

He sounds so wrecked underneath you and it makes you smirk around him as you sink further down on his cock, finally taking even the last few inches down your throat. You’re even tighter there and he bites into his fist to stop the lewd moan from escaping. Though you refuse to let him be quiet and grab his wrist, forcing his hand back down next to you, and he lets the sounds slip he had been too scared to let loose before. 

You moan around his cock; it’s enough to cause his thighs to shake from the vibrations and his cock twitches. His balls tense up with impending orgasm and he’s almost embarrassed at how fast you have him on the edge. 

“Oh, God!” He throws his head back. 

In an instant, you have pulled off of his cock, leaving him high and dry in the cold air of the room. His eyes shoot open and he gasps, the loss of your mouth a pain that runs deeper than a fist to the gut. 

“Why?” he asks, his voice high-pitched and needy. 

You wipe the saliva from the corner of your mouth. He can hear the smirk in your voice when you say, “Patience, darling.” But he doesn’t have patience. He needs you. He needs your touch, he needs to come, and your edging seems incredibly rude.

“I want you to lay back,” you say, your voice soft but demanding. “Take your clothes off and lay back. On your stomach. Now.”

Still hazy from the denied orgasm, Matt knows he can’t fight. His body follows your every command, so with his cock still hard and leaking, he practically tears the clothes off of his body. His shirt joins his pants on the floor and he lays back, just like you told him to. 

Before he can turn around, you stop him. Your eyes roam his beautiful chest, the scars that adorn it. You reach out to touch the skin, feeling how soft it is under your fingers. You brush his nipples and over his scars. He sucks in another sharp breath, his eyelids fluttering. You know what you’re doing and it’s driving him insane. 

“I love you,” you whisper in between gentle kisses pressed to his abs. 

He smiles. “And I love you,” he says, the pleasure of the moment forgotten for a short moment. His focus is on you and the truth behind your words entirely.

“So soft,” you continue stroking his chest, “so beautiful…” You move on to his thighs, giving the muscles there a gentle squeeze. He tenses, his cock twitching again, and a whimper of overstimulation passes his lips. “And your cock,” your murmur. It looks so pink in the soft candlelight. Pink and wet, just the way you like it. 

You reach out to touch it, stroking the vein that you love so much, and your smirk widens when Matt moans loudly at your gentle touch. It feels like torture, even though your touch has never felt softer on his skin. He’s on fire and he needs the ache to stop, but with every word from your lips, with every inch your fingers travel, he feels himself burning up more and more. 

He’s standing on the precipice, ready to come right then and there, he doesn’t even need your mouth or your fingers. The smell of you, the sound of your voice, and the mental picture of your face and the rest of your beautiful flush skin are enough to make him so hard, he feels his orgasm approaching at a rapid pace. 

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” you say, and the teasing tone in your voice makes him whine again. “Yeah, you are.” You nod to yourself. “But not yet, baby.”

He pouts. “But-”

“No, not yet. Turn around.”

Matt does so, hoping you’ll finally have mercy on him. You reach for the bedside table, taking the package you received in the mail only days prior. You take out the black strap-on you ordered, feeling the soft silicone between your fingers. It has two sides, one for him, one for you. You considered many options before deciding on this one. You don’t need to tie it around yourself, it’s meant to go inside, and you thought that it would be fitting. That way, you can feel the same pleasure he does and he can smell you and hear your moans as you work yourself up to an orgasm. You know he gets off on that, and you know it will make it easier for him to let himself go; God knows Matt Murdock struggles with surrendering himself, even though he promises he’ll try. 

You offer the toy to him silently. He takes it with shaky hands, exploring what exactly your plan is. It’s different than your fingers, it’s thicker and less flexible, but he asked for it. He wants it. 

The bedside drawer opens and he smells the faint remnants of lube on the bottle. You take the toy from him again. “You okay?” you ask. 

He nods.

“Words, baby.”

“I’m okay,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Do you still want this?” 

“Yes.”

“Do you remember our safe word?”

“Red,” he says. 

“Good.” You open the bottle of lube and squirt some of it onto your fingers. “I’m gonna make sure you’re ready first, and if anything hurts, you tell me, okay?”

He almost laughs. Your words almost sound like his during your first time together, and the nostalgia makes his heart bloom. You care. If it had been anyone else in your position, he surely wouldn’t have said yes to the suggestion, but he is the most comfortable when he is with you. 

Your gentle hands are warm when they travel down his back. He closes his eyes, enjoying your sensual touch. Slowly, they dip lower until they reach his ass cheeks. He bites his lip. Just like the first time, you are gentle. You grab the flesh, feel the softness, and then spread them slowly to test the limits. You admire the perfect outline, how flush it looks and feels beneath your fingers, and how his tight hole looks from the angle you’re at. 

With your lube-covered fingers, you gently trace over his perineum. You circle his hole and test the waters. He gasps when you begin to push in slightly, his muscles tensing visibly. You halt, pressing a kiss to his lower back. “Relax,” you say. 

He tries his best to focus on the feeling of your free hand and your lips on his hot skin. He’s still on fire, maybe even more so now, and the pressure of your finger against his hole causes him to moan. You smirk, taking it as a sign to keep going, but you are nowhere near where you want to be, and where he wants you to be. 

Your finger slides deeper until finally, he cries out. You hit his prostate just right and it makes his insides flutter with pure, unbridled pleasure. 

“You’re such a good boy, Matthew.”

He hates how easily you have him wrapped around your finger. How easily you can make him cave and moan and come undone. The praise makes his toes curl and he grips the sheets. 

“Fuck,” he moans softly. You smirk again. Asshole, he thinks. 

Your finger stretches him out, even wider, making him feel even fuller, almost to the brim, and preparing him for what’s to come.

“You feel so good around my finger,” you purr against his asscheek. “You’re so soft, so warm, so beautiful…” Your nails dig into his flesh and he finds himself biting down on the pillow below his head. “Don’t hold back,” you say, “let it out.”

He whimpers. “Can you just…” he swallows when you hit his prostate again, harder this time. “Jesus Christ! Please, sweetie, I…”

“What do you want, baby?”

“Just fuck me already.” His words come out harsher than he intended. 

You chuckle, “Someone is needy tonight.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, and his voice turns into a broken sob, “Just, please… I can’t take this anymore. I’ve been so good.”

“You have, that’s true. You think that means you deserve to be rewarded?”

“Yes!”

“To be taken care of?”

He nods eagerly. 

With another kiss on his cheek, you gently pull your finger out. “Okay then,” you say. “But we need to take this slow .”

Your intention isn’t to be mean, you just want him to feel good. You take the toy and coat it in lube, enough to make it glisten in the light. Matt is breathing heavily below you, listening to every sound your heart makes. He can hear you stroking the dildo and it makes his cock throb in anticipation. You’re putting on an audited show just for him, and he hates that it turns him on so much. 

Sliding the panties of your lingerie set aside, you angle the end of the toy toward your entrance. He pipes up at the fresh wave of arousal that hits his nose. “Don’t tell me it goes inside,” he says. No, he growls. 

“Oh,” you smirk, “It does.” And you slide it inside of you, making sure to take it as deep as you can, the edge hooking itself against your sweet spot. You moan, maybe a little louder than you should have, and Matt falls to the mattress, defeated. He’s gripping the sheets so tightly, his knuckles are turning white. The effect you have on him is almost inhuman. 

As you adjust to the feeling of the silicone toy inside of you, you search for leverage on his back. Your nails scrape his skin and he bites his lip so hard, his teeth draw blood. He can hear the tip of the toy shift inside of your tight cunt, the lube mixing with your arousal, and your body jolts whenever you move and it hits your g-spot just right. Your moans are a symphony he would love to listen to on replay. He loses control, he loses his sanity. He can hear everything, smell everything; you are like a lightning bolt killing and bringing him back to life at the same time, and you set his senses on fire all over again. 

Regaining your composure, you brace yourself on your knees, propping his hips up on a pillow. You can easily reach around him and grab his weeping cock, but it also slides against the silk of the bedding with every twitch of his muscles, adding even more stimulation. 

Matt lifts himself on his forearm, the other arm reaching back for you. It’s not to take control, he’s seeking comfort. You take his hand almost instantly, gently squeezing his fingers. 

“Are you ready?” you ask. 

He shivers. He’s not sure if he’s ready. He wants to, he really does, but the closer the inevitable comes, the more nervous he gets. He can feel you hesitating, afraid of hurting him, afraid of going too far, and he feels loved to know that you won’t cross any boundaries without his permission. Then his cock slides against the pillow beneath his hips and his entire body quivers. He’s beyond turned on, needy for any kind of touch from you, even if it’s just your fingers back on his tight hole. He wants this, he desperately does so. All the nerves from before starting to fade, left behind is only the impatient need for pleasure. He needs it, craves it, feels it in every crevice of his being, and travels up and down his spine like a greedy demon waiting to be satisfied, his body waiting to be fulfilled and filled by you all at once. 

A drop of sweat runs down his back. He can feel the cold heat make its way down toward where your hand is braced against his lower back. He feels you catching the small drop, smoothing it into your skin. You play with the obvious temperature difference, and he considers asking what is on his mind for a moment; he considers crossing another ocean, another something he has never asked you before, but he is not sure how to say it. He shivers at the different consistency and the way the cold turns into heat while filling his pores with the sensation. Your hand is hot, and his skin is hot, but the lube and his sweat feel cold while at the same time burning through all of his defenses. 

This is something for another time, he thinks. Something to be explored later. 

The cold tip of the toy touches his skin and he hisses. You stroke your hand along his broad back, soothing him. You lean down, pressing your lips to his shoulder blades. This is new territory, even for you. You’ve read about it to educate yourself, but doing it in practice is harder than reading about it in theory. Ever so gently, you nudge the toy against Matt’s tight hole and force your way inside. 

As soon as the first millimeter slides inside of him, he stiffens. He’s not sure whether he should moan or cry. He can’t sort out the feeling. It’s foreign, alien, and he’s not quite sure if he likes it. At least with your finger, he had felt comfortable enough to call it a familiar feeling. He knows your body inside and out, but this toy is different, it’s intrusive and he struggles to accept it. 

You notice his hesitation, the stiffness of his muscles, and how he holds his breath. You lean down, your mouth hovering above his ear. “Darling,” you say, “do you need me to stop?”

He thinks about it. He could use his safeword and stop this, maybe ask for your hand instead, but whenever you move, the toy shifts inside both of you, and his cock twitches. You’re not even really inside of him, but he can feel everything and more. He hears the wetness between your legs, and the worry in your voice. Your heartbeat races. Your sweat drips onto his back. You smell like him and yourself, the lace of your lingerie scratching his skin deliciously. You’re everywhere and still not close enough. 

He lets go of your hand, reaching for your waist. He almost misses, his mind hazy, his chest fuzzy. He holds onto the soft skin of your hips and he sighs, the feeling of you consuming him. And just like that, he’s not scared anymore. He’s made his decision. 

You move your hips forward, sliding the toy deeper inside of him. The end that is inside of you brushes your g-spot again and your thighs shake. If this was a good idea, you’re not sure. The blood rushes in your ears, you’re incredibly hot and his strong grip on your hip doesn’t help. You imagine it is his cock inside of you, the one that lays between his legs, hard, pink, weeping, and aching for attention. His fingers are sure to leave bruises, but that is exactly what you wanted. He’s starting to love this and so are you. With every shift of your hips, the toy slides deeper into him and deeper into you, connecting the two of you in a way you never thought you would be connected in such a situation. 

Matt hisses when you thrust a little too hard, the tightness of his behind making it uncomfortable in ways that require you to go slower, and you catch your breath. You shake your head, trying not to lose it, and he listens intently to your movements. You stifle your moans, and you try to focus on him, but the pleasure rippling through you makes it almost impossible for you to focus on the task at hand. 

He squeezes your hip again and you shiver, placing your palm flat against his shoulder blame. You kiss his spine, paying attention to each mole you find, and he squeezes again, telling you to keep going. 

“You okay?” you manage to choke out. 

He moans softly when you move further into him. “Yeah,” he says. His voice sends shivers down your spine. 

Being bold, you lean down and whisper into his ear, “You drive me fucking insane, baby.”

Your voice is the straw that breaks the camel’s back. He moans, tightens his grip, and forces you as deep inside as you can manage. Your hips are flush with his now and he cries out, the toy just long and thick enough to press down on his prostate, hard and deep. You whimper too, your g-spot jumping at the stimulation that the toy supplies you with. It’s your turn to grab his hips and pull him further back into you. 

Matt arches his back. He can’t help it. He gives up on trying to control you or the situation. He lets himself go. He moans into the pillow, almost crying because God, while it hurts, he has never felt better. So much pleasure at once, and it is all for him. There is no space between you as you lean forward to thrust your hips. Your breasts press against his back, your nipples hard and yearning. Your heart beats like crazy, your nails digging into his shoulder. And then your hand is in his hair and he swears he hears himself scream for you. A tear rolls down his cheek. He’s high, higher than ever. His cock throbs and it hurts, but he doesn’t want it to stop. He doesn’t want you to stop. 

Your thrusts are sloppy at first. Though with every moan you elicit from him, you grow more confident and you start thrusting faster. You find an angle that feels best for both of you, and your moans start to mingle with his. 

You tug at his hair and force his head back to kiss him. Your tongues meet first, then your lips. He’s fighting for dominance, but he’s weak. You explore his mouth the same way he would yours and the most high-pitched moan travels into your mouth from the depths of his soul. 

“You feel so good,” he pants. 

Just like the first time, you reach for his hand and intertwine your fingers before you on the pillow. He squeezes your hand and your hip, and you start moving even faster inside of him. The toy touches his prostate at the same time it pushes down on your g-spot. You clench around the silicone, pretending it’s his cock, and he moans because you were right; Matt can hear every change in your body, everything that is happening, and as obscene as it sounds, he can’t get enough. 

He opens his mouth to taste you in the air. It’s faint and mixed with sweat, but his eyes roll back nonetheless. “Fuck,” he says, and the moan he lets out is unlike anything you’ve heard before. He sounds so submissive, so breedable. 

“Yeah? You like that?” You’re not sure what compels you to ask, but something has possessed you, something dark, something needy, something out to make him come and make sure he remembers every second of it, and his reaction almost makes you come undone on the spot, too. 

He moans, biting his lip. His skin is flushed, his chest is heaving and he seeks your lips again. You don’t kiss him, waiting for an answer. 

“Answer me,” you demand. 

He nods wildly, sweat dripping down his temple. “I love it. So much.”

Finally, you lean down to capture his lips with yours. He moans into the kiss. 

“Good boy.”

“Oh, God. Baby, please, I can’t…”

You force him to arch his back further and reach between you, grabbing a hold of his cock. He cries out at the sudden contact, burying his face in the pillow below him, but you’re having none of it. You force him back by the hair, reveling in the sounds he’s making. 

“Look at you,” you coo, “getting all dumb on my cock.”

“Oh, fucking Christ!” His toes curl when you squeeze his cock, hard. You trace your thumb through his slit agonizingly slowly, and it’s the pace you keep as you stroke him. “Sweetheart, faster,” he pleads. 

“Like that?” You speed up your demonstrations.

He howls. “Fuck, yes!”

Your hips rock faster into his. You circle them, chasing your own high that is coming closer with each thrust. His eyes roll back once again. His nails dig into your hips. You’re so deep, so close, and your hand is working absolute wonders on his cock. He can’t help it; all the edging has him on the precipice within mere minutes. 

“Are you close?” His signs are clear, but you have to ask, even if it’s only to mock him. 

He nods. “Please, sweetheart…”

All of his pleadings shoot straight to your wet core. You're sure you’re making a mess, but how can you not when he looks like that? His skin is flushed red, his hair messy and standing out in all directions, a sheen of sweat covers his body, his body is tense, his round ass cheeks are plump and dominant where you’re gripping them, his eyes are screwed shut, his jaw slack, his mouth slightly agape, and all the worry on his face has finally faded. He’s so lost in pleasure because it feels so good, just a little more, just a little deeper, and the words he’s spewing don’t make sense, he knows that, but he can’t stop. He’s afraid if he stops, you will stop and then it will end, but he doesn’t possibly want it to end. You’re making him feel so alive, it makes his heart jump. 

He’s never been more in love than he is at that moment, with you buried deep inside of him, your orgasm as close as his, he can tell, and you smell too damn good to resist - Matt slides his hand from your hip between your legs and collects some of the wetness collecting there, sliding his fingers into his mouth. 

You moan, “Naughty boy.”

He joins in, your taste exploding on his taste buds. Your hand moves faster, determined now, and he pulses heavily in your hand. 

“Are you gonna come?” you manage to say between thrusts and breathy moans. 

He can only nod, his hand returning to its place on your hip. Nodding, you continue at the same speed, knowing that if you switch now, your orgasm will fade. The toy hits just right, his moans vibrating in your ears, and it all eventually gets too much to bear. 

Your teeth sink into his shoulder. Stroking faster and harder, all you can say is, “Come for me,” and he would be stupid not to follow your command. 

His cock twitches in your hand and with a few more languish strokes and hits straight to his prostate, his fiery vision explodes with clouds of pleasure that shoot white hot through his entire body. He shakes, he quivers, and he moans your name at a volume and pitch that has you clenching your thighs. His cum shoots into your hand and beyond, painting the sheets white once again, but none of you could have cared less. He comes long and hard, his orgasm stretching on for ages. 

The way his body responds to the pleasure you know you gave him sends you over the edge, his voice so incredibly loud in your ear. Your walls clench around the toy and you come harder than you have before. Your body burns, your eyes roll back so far, it hurts, and your teeth dig even deeper into his shoulder. 

Matt whimpers, the force of your orgasm strong enough to make a mass alongside his on the sheets. He hears you dripping, hears the toy moving, and feels your desperate movements as you chase the high he gave you so often before. Your thighs tremble, they lock and close, and the toy almost slips out of you. It’s obscene, but it’s so hot. He moans, holding onto you, his cock throbbing with overstimulation. Your thrusts continue until eventually, you stop. You stop and you whimper, losing control of your legs and arms, and you land on his back.

The world stops spinning. Time turns into a construct. He’s not sure what is real and what’s not anymore. His mind is foggy, his brain mushy, and his muscles reduced to jelly. There’s so much wetness, but as he just floats in there, your heartbeat and the cacophony of your moans are all that matters to him. 

Above him, you’re sure you have left your body and descended into heaven. Your hand is still in his and he is holding onto you so tightly, but you can barely feel it. The life is sucked from your lungs and you feel as if you’ve lost yourself, but in no way bad. 

The room settles into a comfortable silence. The air is thick with the scent of sex, your labored breathing along with the flickering of the candle flames being the only audible sound in the room. To you, at least. Though even to Matt, the world has never been quieter. 

You two simply lie there for what feels like hours. Eventually, he pats your hip. When you pull out, he groans softly. The toy slips out of you and lands on the floor. You drop onto the mattress next to him, losing your grip on his hand. Silence settles back in. 

Matt only gradually makes his way back to reality. He blinks, still lying on his stomach and facing away from you, but he can hear your heartbeat next to him. He knows you’re still there. 

Softly, you move closer and stroke a hand over his back. He flinches. You retreat, gazing down at him with a mixture of understanding and concern. “No touching?” you ask. 

He shakes his head because that is all he can do. 

You reach beside you and grab the water bottle you keep in the bedside drawer. He takes it with shaky hands and takes a sip. You watch him closely, wanting nothing more than to touch him, but whenever Matt gets lost in pleasure and loses control, the worst thing anyone could do is push him too far after. You’ve learned that the hard way. 

Without a word, you get up and grab a towel from the pile of fresh laundry. You wet it with some warm water in the bathroom, then return. By the time you make it back into the bedroom, he is lying on his back, unfocused eyes directed at the ceiling. 

He feels the mattress dip next to him and your voice calls his name softly, “Matthew.”

“Wow,” he chokes out. 

“Wow?” you ask to clarify, holding the towel close enough for him to touch. He nods and you gently start wiping his skin clean. “You okay?”

He nods weakly. 

The towel lands in the hamper and you lean back, your eyes still focused on him. With each passing second, Matt comes closer until eventually, he finds his way onto your chest. You run your fingers through his hair, feeling him relax under your touch. That’s how you know that he has found his way back to you. 

“Wow,” he repeats, more lucid this time. His body is still sticky with sweat, but at least the cum is gone. “That was…” He can’t find the words. 

You chuckle, your lips pressing to his scalp. “Intense?” you ask. 

“That, too. No, but it was… it was incredible. Thank you,” he says, his voice dripping with honesty. “You did so well.”

A blush shoots to your cheeks. “So you enjoyed yourself?”

“More than.”

You can feel him smile against your chest. 

“Good,” you say, “because I did too.”

“Oh, I heard that loud and clear.”

You gently smack his shoulder, but you can’t be mad at him. 

His low laugh fills your ears. “Seriously though,” he says and slowly lifts his head, attempting to look into your eyes, “Thank you. For suggesting it, I mean. And for being willing to do… that for me.”

You smile, nuzzling your nose against his. “Anything for you,” you say. 

“I love you.” He cradles your cheek and pulls you even closer, closing the space between you and pressing his swollen lips to yours in a gentle kiss. “So much, more than anything.”

Leaning into his touch, you kiss him back just as gently. “And I love you, Matthew. To the moon and back.”

“That’s quite far.”

“But it’s the truth.”

“Mh,” he hums, lowering his head back onto your chest. You don’t waste a second to cradle him close to you, pressing kisses to his forehead, and rubbing your hands over the sore muscles of his back. He sighs. “You definitely showed how much you love me,” he sounds drowsy when he speaks. 

“Don’t I always?” 

“You do.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“So… we’re doing that again?”

His subtle remark makes you laugh. “If that’s what you want,” you say. 

“Sweetheart,” he says and his smile is audible in his voice, “I have never wanted anything more.”

“I figured. Who knows, maybe next time we can try something else, too.”

His smile turns darker. “I have just the idea…”

Good boys deserve to be taken care of, but Matt would never pass out on an opportunity to make his good girl feel appreciated too, and after what you did for him, you have never been better and more deserving of a reward than you are now. Although he knows that he would give you anything you want regardless, you just have to say the word. 

But that is something reserved for another day. 

[brightlotusmoon]

None of this means Trump will win the presidency, or even that his full-throttle political style will help him over the next 10 months. U.S. presidential elections are notoriously unpredictable and Trump has profound political liabilities. In recent years, surveys have found that nearly half of Americans rank him among the worst presidents ever. He faces massive legal peril in four separate jurisdictions and will likely have to spend more time in a courtroom than on the campaign trail over the coming year. Millions of Americans recoil at the memory of his first term, the images of a mob in MAGA hats storming the Capitol. In November, he would need to win over skeptical voters—unlike the crowd of diehards who braved frigid sub-zero temperatures to help him claim a dominant victory Monday night.

“He's gonna do everything he says he’s gonna do,” says Tammy Hechart, a 52-year-old realtor from Ankeny, Iowa. “He's gonna fix the wall. He's gonna fix the economy. It's gonna be awesome.” Others called his victory a vindication for Trump and the MAGA movement. “It feels even sweeter that people think they can use the courts as a way to win elections,” says Natalie Blasingame, a retired teacher from Texas who traveled all the way to Iowa to see Trump, echoing his unsubstantiated claims that his indictments are designed to damage his political aspirations.

The margin of victory made it hard to see how and where his rivals were capable of unseating him. “How are they going to put a dent in him?” asked Kari Lake, the GOP Arizona Senate candidate. “Who?”

[odinsblog]

As Russia has tested every form of attack on Ukraine's civilians over the past decade, both digital and physical, it's often used winter as one of its weapons—launching cyberattacks on electric utilities to trigger December blackouts and ruthlessly bombing heating infrastructure. Now it appears Russia-based hackers last January tried yet another approach to leave Ukrainians in the cold: a specimen of malicious software that, for the first time, allowed hackers to reach directly into a Ukrainian heating utility, switching off heat and hot water to hundreds of buildings in the midst of a winter freeze.

Industrial cybersecurity firm Dragos on Tuesday revealed a newly discovered sample of Russia-linked malware that it believes was used in a cyberattack in late January to target a heating utility in Lviv, Ukraine, disabling service to 600 buildings for around 48 hours. The attack, in which the malware altered temperature readings to trick control systems into cooling the hot water running through buildings' pipes, marks the first confirmed case in which hackers have directly sabotaged a heating utility.

Dragos' report on the malware notes that the attack occurred at a moment when Lviv was experiencing its typical January freeze, close to the coldest time of the year in the region, and that “the civilian population had to endure sub-zero [Celsius] temperatures.” As Dragos analyst Kyle O'Meara puts it more bluntly: “It's a shitty thing for someone to turn off your heat in the middle of winter.”

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[bogusboxed]

Boxtobier ⊗ Day 2

"The Big Picture.”

Pairing: Helen Otis X GN!Reader

Theme: “Forbidden Love." & "Family, Friends, Love Ones."

Rating: (PG-15+)

Words: 6k

Trigger Warning(s): Brief Vulgar Language, Minor Mentions Of Criminal Deviance, Depictions Of Gore, and Psychological Disturbance.

This is recommended for ages fifteen and up; reader discretion is advised. The rights to this character, "Bloody Painter," fully belong to DeluCat.

This is a fictional, harmless piece of writing; do not incorporate it into your daily life.

Tom E. Stevens is not a real person, he's fully fictional and only serves as a reference from Bloody Painter’s original story. Any correlation to real victims is NOT intentional.

The breeze was glacial against your warm-blooded skin; it bit your nose with a numbing sharpness. You should’ve worn more layers in this type of climate, but you were in a hurry, which led to skipping a few steps in your typical routine.

Your brass keys jingled around like golden bells attached to a decorative holiday ribbon. They created an off-putting metronome sound when they clattered viciously against the steel buckle. 

Your mind adapted to the noise, senselessly focusing on the sparkly ring. But, still, you pulled yourself from it, fighting it.

You tried your best to keep your head straight by prioritizing the need to reach the building because only the vultures knew how dangerous this line of work could be.

You couldn't help but question your choices from months ago because if you knew what you know now, you wouldn’t have signed up for that internship.

Working tirelessly alongside the forensic department had taken a toll on your health unlike anything else. Currently, your body felt like shit, as if every limb had been yanked from its socket, resembling the way taffy is stretched beyond recognition.

You stiffly shifted your back, feeling the aches rise and fall in an agonizing unorganized harmony. You let out a bottomless exhale, the puff of warmth diffusing in the tempered winds.

You hated clocking in earlier than what was ordered, but you also knew the piles of work they had planned out for you. So it’d just be better to get it over with at dawn and have plenty of "free time" during the day.

However, yesterday, you hadn’t been as clever and had to fight the collisions of cars. What was even worse than that was the fact you came in late, barely having the proper time to study the files.

But what was weirder was the number of cases.

Over the months, winter had finally broken out, and when it did, so did the bodies. They practically doubled in the short time frame, heightening, unlike any other season. 

But it wasn’t anything you could control; you could only try to prevent it.

It was bleak; your fingers felt lifeless, suffering from the hazardously low temperatures. Your lungs were repressed, taking subtle amounts of polar oxygen inward.

Breathing seemed to only bring a sub-zero chill, dulling your system in a torturous manner.

Your watery eyes caught a detailed glimpse of the illuminated station a few meters away from you. Uniform glass windows lined the front. Icy white spiderwebs seemed to dust the rims, only having the middle of each glass plane defrosted.

The light beige building was around two stories high and was more expansive than a typical station due to housing an accompanying forensic department.

You tilted your head at the closer police cars, which were lined right at the front. The vehicles were predominantly white, marked with bold and contrasting black and blue stripes running along their sides.

A tinge of envy surged through your veins, with the wish you didn’t have an entire marathon to walk each time you went to work. Passing the oversized rides, you followed the guiding light closer to the department.

Powdery snow crunched under your soles, compacting with each movement. Every step sounded high-pitched, squeaking like a dog toy. The wintery molecules had recently fallen, barely printed on by animals or other people.

Unfortunately, though, you were leaving tracks with the way you moved your figure. 

You didn’t feel secure being this out in the open, especially with the surrounding area’s reputation. A warm light glowed from the windows, refracting onto the concrete sidewalk you walked on. 

Safety was near.

You should’ve been more attentive to your surroundings instead of beelining it straight to base. But you’d rather speed up than patiently get hypothermia from the Alaskan air.

Moving your weight at a timely pace, you soon made quick work of the built-in parking lot. But it wasn’t just the Fahrenheit that made you move this way; it was the added pressure of the latest murders.

The fresh kills from the man on the loose—his existence was blowing up on the internet. Hundreds were prying at the case, no matter how much your local department tried to keep it under wraps.

Of course, it wasn’t uncommon for some thirsty news articles to try to dig too deep. But this instance was different because the officials knew he stayed in one spot, and they didn't need the public to scare him off to another city.

However, in your personal opinion, he’d gotten worse. Not in the way he became clumsier, but in the way he’d gotten smarter. Because now he was starting to grasp the concept of covering up his tracks.

For the past three months, you've seen multiple carcasses.

It wasn’t anything new to see animalistic amounts of chewed-out corpses daily. But these recently submitted physiques always had one horrifying thing in common with one another.

An extended incision two inches right below the jaw.

The likeness of each mark always left an abyssal pang in the roots of your abdomen. Forcing you to churn and gush profusely, like all your acids had come together to form a nauseating butter.

Though it wasn’t like you weren’t prepared for this, you’d trained for months in college, studying what you could. Because essentially, you had sold your soul to the corporations. So in your mind, it was for the best to just stay reticent about your discomfort.

But, still. The imagery of the wounds was haunting. You were sure that if you were asked to recall how the incision appeared, you’d have no trouble.

Because the cut was always the same.

Why did it have to be the same every fucking time, and why couldn’t you get used to it? It was just a slice above the collarbone and below the human mandible.

It wasn’t like their head had been blown to bits.

The repetition, however, was appalling. You couldn’t accept that someone out there liked the fluency and the never-ending pattern left. Did they know how it kept you up at night? Could they ever reflect on how personal each cut felt? 

Did they even have the capacity to comprehend the hole they left in the lives of those they harmed? Or maybe this is what they wanted. To make others feel like shit? 

You just wished the mercy of the world could spare you and take away this aching remorse. You exhaled, the weight of your thoughts having the same drag of an anchor. 

It was difficult to be at ease, though the closure you brought to families seemed to help.

Your dense shoes felt like they were grating against the battered concrete. Every simple scrape seemed ten times more deafening than it was. To say you were on edge would’ve been a heinous understatement.

You kept your digits stuffed in your layered pockets, no longer wanting to contend with the arctic currents. You felt your body at work, trying its best to keep you thawed and snugly toasted.

With preferable timing, you had finally completed your route.

You could feel a different torridity, leaving the parking lot unscathed. Swiftly, you began your brief climb up the compressed staircase. 

You swore you didn’t need the handrails, forcing your figure to prance up the case without the added support. In the back of your mind, you knew that if you clutched onto them, you’d only get frostbite or an open, rusty lesion on your palm.

Following the gleaming lights, you hunted down the entrance of the building. 

Pastry beige walls and reflective, frosted-tipped windows made most of your peripherals. Your eyes devoured the sight with the knowledge that you wanted nothing else but to be inside.

Silently, you merged, heading to the entrance of the department. 

Your plush, silky lanyard bounced with each quick action, and in no time, you found yourself standing in front of the lackluster glass door. Your heated breath fogged up the float glass while you humanly debated whether or not to doodle shapes on the surface.

But you unwillingly compelled yourself to move on to more pressing matters. After a few seconds of inner turmoil, you begrudgingly retracted your hands from your fleece cavities. With your balmy clutches, you invaded the sleek metal door handle.

With an unenthusiastic heave, you hauled open the burdensome door.

A flushed breeze tenderly nuzzled your visage, completely changing your groggy attitude that’d grown from the bitterness of the cold. Taking a few unnoticeable steps inward, you let go of the door.

The heft of the gate automatically sealed the space back up, enclosing the heat from the ruthless outside.

You had no more icy waves to come crashing down on you. So, you felt the lack of need to shield your skin; taking a brief gluttonous puff of well-tempered air, you could faintly taste the macchiato that was lingering.

The smell felt almost stereotypical in the way it reverberated off each wall. You hated to admit just how many of those movies were right about the police.

Getting back on target, you looked around the foyer, and as always, it wasn’t anything special. The room was semi-upper-class, having fancy connecting hallways, an undersized reception desk, and a cramped, cheap waiting room.

Along the barren, pale walls lay a handful of plastic chairs, a box for dropping off prescription drugs, and overly artificial plants. The department strived to make the place look as welcoming as possible, but it mostly came off as out of touch and condescending.

Turning your attention to the cut-off front desk, you saw a distant coworker. Her face was slim, enhanced with sculpture-like features. A rich mixed skin tone painted her and only brightened her overall beautiful complexion.

However, what stood out most was her blinding, superstitious golden badge titling her "Lt Sara."

She currently seemed to be diligently managing inquiries and various calls. Though you’d heard various rumors of what she did before, she joined the department. (Something along the lines of British special forces?)

A dense panel of plexiglass seemed to cage the mid-toned operator inside. She didn’t pay you much mind, keeping to herself; her rich, murky eyes seemed to be glued to her rather expensive work-issued laptop.

You decided not to put your nose where it didn’t belong, ignoring your deepening innocence to ask what she was typing. 

Taking a few fleeting steps toward your branch, pitter-patter-like footsteps began to tap throughout the once-muted room. Humbly walking, you were perceptive to the irritating buzzing of the incandescent lightbulb above.

Management should’ve changed it out weeks ago upon regulation, but who could arrest literal law enforcement?

Step by step, the stillness of the fruitless office was betrayed by the sound of parroting taps. The department seemed desolate and liminal in the sense that you were the only one creating any commotion.

It was almost uncanny how much the towering walls were devoid of life.

You kept your posture professional, keeping an unrushed pace down the enclosed hallway. Neutral-colored file cabinets were mindlessly lined, seeming to camouflage with the chipped beige wall. You took your regulated turns, passing by the same identifiable tables, worn-out navy chairs, and other miscellaneous decor.

You could feel a slight burning sensation in your nose, probably caused by the over-the-top cleaning supplies the facility always used.

You wordlessly questioned the janitors on why they put their entire heart into their job, but you only found yourself wishing you could have the same enthusiasm as them.

Your shoes clicked on the polished, stony-colored tiles as your eyes traced down the doors carved on either side. You glazed over multiple shiny labels, all too familiar to you at this point.

You couldn’t count on one hand the number of times you’d seen these signs. The time you spent here seemed to blur together at this point.

Who knew an internship could be this catastrophic?

The walls only seemed to bring you closer and closer to your destination, with every ridge of the painted-over brick wall now recognizable. Pursuing your common area, the doors began to seem to become more robust and excessive compared to the previous.

However, it wasn’t anything too shocking given that all the information locked inside those rooms was highly sought after. However, what was surprising was that interns (college kids) had access to some pretty sensitive records.

Speaking of your rookie classmates, they unfortunately recruited yet another intern, and worse, they were assigned to sit right next to you. Funnily enough, that was one of the reasons you got here so early.

As of right now, your desk looked like the result of a hurricane, and it didn’t help that you used the once-vacant desk next to you for storage. You internally cringed, caught up in the swirly emotion that’d be their initial impression of you.

You let out a swallow exhale upon recollection. Hopefully, they weren’t going to be the verbal bane of your existence, pestering you with lackluster questions all year.

Focusing once more, you reached for your silky, smooth lanyard. Fingers fumbled looking for your QR code identification card, given with the lowest human access possible.

You slouched downward, folding yourself. You took the sturdy card and pressed it against the laser sensor. Having pressed the densely laminated plastic against the puny square-shaped metal box, the door made a short beep.

Your hands briskly moved to the glistening door handle, now heaving it down with no resistance. A click came from the frame, letting you know the hardened lock had finally released its restless hold.

Soon, you wedged yourself inside the room, shutting the high-tech door behind you with a thunderous thump. Luminous fluorescent lighting helped to display the expansive classroom.

The space featured a variety of lengthy, soulless desks, placed as close as they could be to one another. While accompanying cheap plastic chairs were uniformly paired underneath each table. Files seemed to be anchored in stacks close to the windows, which were curtained by opaque sheets.

It was almost childish the amount of priceless work just lazily left out. Your eyes scanned the trivial room again, passing various foreign areas until you shadowed your own.

You paused.

Nothing was missing, and that wasn’t the problem. The problem was the man nonchalantly working between the brochures you left on your previous shift, and if things couldn’t get worse, you recognized him.

This wasn’t just any typical guy, however. This was the college’s award-winning artist, Helen Otis. (Someone whom you found yourself admiring a little too much.) 

You’d seen his works plenty of times, each one better than the last. You didn’t know how many art competition trophies he had tucked under his belt, and you didn't know how he had so much room for them.

Sweat was building under your metaphoric shirt collar, leaving you wanting to pull it like a cartoon character. Out of everybody, why'd it have to be him? However, even with the distaste bubbling in your mouth, you could still sense a puppy-like heart race thumping in your chest.

During the years you’d been in school with him, he’d always been a recluse. He had never been the type to do a vast presentation or be among big social groups. But he had been the art kid, inaudibly crafting away in a scenic spot where no one would bother him.

Though it was still surprising, you’d never thought he would be the one to take up this line of work. You always thought he’d do something more along the lines of comical animation or abstract commissions.

But here he was at your doorstep, doing the same thing he always did: wordlessly painting strokes on a page.

Even though he wasn’t paying you any mind, you felt yourself appreciating his personal portrait. You knew neither of you had spoken to the other throughout your college years, but still, some idiotic part of you found his mysterious aura appealing.

From his murky ink tuft of hair to his cerulean stone-shaded eyes, all his facial features seem to drag you further like a fish to a hook, line, and sinker.

If your heart hadn’t been auctioned away for his looks already, his personality had to be the nail in the coffin. He was hushed and polite, always mindful of those around him with a tranquil gaze plastered on his face.

All these things combined made it unfathomable to wonder why he was in such a gruesome line of work.  He never did seem capable of harm; at least that’s what you thought.

At the moment, you found yourself fixating on him more than you should’ve, promptly getting lured in by the bait of his serene features. But you hastily shut that down, making it imperative to keep it strictly professional.

All he was was your co-worker who incidentally resided right next to your seat, and it was no big deal; he was just a fresh hire, and that’s all these feelings were. (Keep telling yourself that.)

You shuffled yourself further in. Each step felt like a chain and cannonball attached to your ankle, dragging you down from getting any further. You took an unnoticeable puff before giving in to your sullen movements.

Your shoes barely squeaked on the flat, tiled flooring, efficiently making it to your spot. You did everything in your power to ignore him, which proved difficult when he was now in front of you. Though, thankfully, he didn’t seem to peer up from his current task. 

You subtly began taking the diverse portfolios you abandoned the night before and neatly placing them in a lanky stack on your side. Cautiously, you continued to take back your leftovers, hoping he wouldn’t ask any questions about your actions.

Luckily for you, each rustling you made was always covered by either a light tap or an oppressive rub back and forth. Pages of newer and older cases grazed your plushy palms as you needily grabbed them covertly.

The scent of vanilla seemed to leak out of the paper each time you ruffled it onto the stack. Your eyes tracked your borrowed files as you mindlessly counted their shared total.

Once you finally piled all of your belongings onto the corner of your desk, you seized a few files from the top, taking out an oh-so-familiar beige folder. Even with how flimsy the printer paper was, it still managed to send a falling sensation deep into your intestines.

Because the case inside had to be one of the most extreme and unsettling you'd seen in a while.

Taking a hasty breath outward, you knew you had a job to do, and you knew that involved making a move. Your emotions were all wack, both agitated by the folder and anxious by Helen.

But restlessly, you still made a move against the odds.

The chair creaked naturally under the sudden weight, adding even more layers to the need to die. You hate this feeling. You hated that the one person you found interest in was sitting this close to you.

You didn’t know why every breath you took felt like an arrow spearing your heart—was it him? Was it the case? Or was it a mix of both?

Being immobilized by gushy chords, the graphite scratching next to you came to a momentary halt before swiftly returning to its ordinary irregular pattern. The pause left a prickly ache and an immeasurable abyss in your soppy organs.

Snapping out of the abnormal haze, you made it mandatory to remember that, at the end of the day, this was an internship. A job that both of you didn't want, and if you did, neither of you intended to be sociable (specifically him).

You got back on track; your hands glided more rigorously on your pivotal file; delicately, you unfolded the restricted document. The folder had a presentation page, making it seem more personalized and human than it was.

In a blueish-black color, a jagged handwritten name embellished the originally empty soulless template.

“Tom E. (Enzo) Stevens.”

You found yourself drowning in thought on the marked page. He was relatively close in age to you, lived in the same area, and for an unbeknownst reason to you, that title rang a bell. You could’ve sworn you’d heard it before, but yet again, that name wasn’t all that unique.

In regards to his death, it was virtually the same as the rest of the victims. He had the staple of the slit two inches below his jaw, but instead of his corpse being on display for the world to see, he’d been shoved off the sixth floor of an apartment complex (that wasn’t too far from your college).

Tom’s death was rushed in comparison and was not nearly as time-intensive as the others. The report drew it down to the realization of eyewitnesses, and if he had taken any longer, the law would've caught up to him.

Interestingly enough, a few regular drunks had seen the man’s figure on the building minutes before the murder, and due to this, it caused his biggest slip-up yet.

Unfortunately, they all made a few vastly different statements, going from brown to blue hair, then to pale to dark skin. 

But there happened to be one consistent variable: they said without a doubt he’d worn a paper-mache mask that'd been laced with a crimson grin.

Flipping the page, you are greeted with degraded photos of distinct items. Each object picture had mini-notes stapled underneath it, indicating what evidence was linked to it. 

You examined each sunburnt print systematically, trying to find any correlation between them, but to no avail. You leafed pages. You spent more time thoroughly inspecting each discolored paragraph. Your glistening eyes traced each victim and the corresponding articles that died along with them.

You could feel the air trapped in your throat as you swallowed faintly. The similarities, the rate, and the age ran shivers up your spine.

You were more than a perfect candidate.

You were shaken up by the realization. Your breath was off its typical route; you prevailed and kept a stone-cold demeanor. The chances of you being caught and killed by the murderer were low, (but never zero).

You just had to be strong; you had to be for this field of work. No matter how your hands twitched, you needed to find that strength for the people who couldn’t.

Browsing through the thin pages, you could sense something was off. You were missing something from the case. You skimmed through the entire folder once more before you put your finger on it.

You were missing the composite drawings.

Your mind readily changed from the haunting cases to the fellow peer next to you. Inches away, and you’d get your answer, but you weren’t sure how to ask, considering he shouldn’t have been messing with that folder in the first place.

Your curiosity brushed itself against you like a cat; you needed to know if he had it before, you started to panic. It wasn’t like you were asking for a pencil you’d never return; you were asking for the missing drawings on a report. 

This was serious, and you had to take it that way, no matter how accusing it felt. You turned from your desk to his. He smelled of graphite; its earthy and metallic aroma clouded up his station.

He seemed to be completely immersed in his work like he was in an altered reality of his own. The more seconds that flew by, the more you realized how lost in his artistry he was. You considered speaking up, not realizing he’d already noticed you in his peripherals.

As you began to open your mouth, he exhaled, stopping his precise charcoal brushing.

“Yes?”

He kept his voice conservative, not raising his tone above a whisper.

His digits remained intertwined with the slender soot utensils. He began to subtly tap at his wooden desk with the edge point like he was counting the seconds between each of your shared words.

Though he kept his face sharp and still, like an unmarked canvas.

“Do you know where the Bloody Painter composite drawings are? My folder seems to be missing them." You exhaled your words, trying to be as cushy as possible and not seem interrogative.

His melodic clicks ceased, and his clench on the pencil faltered. His pallid features stayed remote, trying to ignore the swift glint that glowed in his somber eyes.

“I took them from your file earlier this morning for reference. I’m sorry, I didn’t know they were confidential.” Tragically enough, you were unperceptive to the inflection in his voice.

He soon turned his wooden pencil horizontally, gently caressing the wood. He dotted his sea creature's eyes with yours. He seemed to search for yours like a pirate on a treasure-ridden island.

“You’re with forensic arts, right?” The second you began to speak, he retracted his vision back down to the smooth, polished floor.

He allowed the conversation to grow dry, mindlessly making his leg bounce his weight. “Mhm.”

You felt your chest being squeezed. You didn’t mean to mess up his art session, but you needed the composite drawings back before you could return the folder to the officials.

Your eyes traveled down from the side of his head, down to his triangular jaw, and then to the papers scattered on his side of the table. A certain sketch, however, stuck out to you; it varied in hues of charcoal and was dented with professional marks.

He looked around his late twenties, having semi-long strands of dark pecan hair framing his face. His eyes were dull, unlit with a murky, mud-like shade.

“Are those the composite drawings?”

An acute exhale came from his side as he now entirely rotated himself from his work to you. He didn’t keep his eyes locked on you, but he seemed more engaged, having a light rose tinted at the height of his cheeks.

He allowed the words to sink in: “Not exactly. They’re only my interpretation.”

You briefly hummed while he spoke, continuing to stare at his overly perfect works of art. It was immaculate. Of course, it didn’t compare much to the other pieces that he had full liberty over, but still, it was unbeatable.

“They look so good, though; you’re extremely talented,” you complimented, not knowing how your eyes sparkled when appreciating the craftsmanship.

Your words were more than honest and the exact thing you were thinking, but you hadn’t taken into account how he’d react to something like that. You silently huffed; he’d probably heard it a million times before, but you couldn’t help it.

Unannounced to you, he’d been gazing at you directly (for once) with no sign of retreat. Helen was taking in your eyes, and the way they glistened was full of reverence. He found himself soaking in it. He’d heard plenty of praise for his arts before, but the way you looked set the sail.

He’d need to sketch that later for better practice. He made some effort to take a detailed mental photo of it.

Stupidly enough, he stayed idly facing you, studying your features. Time passed easily, and you glanced back instinctively. He smoothly flicked his sight right back to his personal (inaccurate) composite drawing.

Unknown to him, his posture recoiled and formed an unhealthy "C," which was odd compared to his typical ruler-straight stance.

“Thank you," he gritted his teeth; like he was offended, the words even dared to come out of his mouth.

A smile found its way to your face. He was grateful that he enjoyed your appreciation, even with how passive-aggressive it seemed. You could see yourself becoming friends (or more) with Helen if he went any further with forensics.

You pulled away from your unusual lovey-dovey behavior, getting back on topic. “You do have the originals, right?”

He seemed taken aback, his once pensive expression leaving you. He tampered with his pencil; he pressed his fingers on the wood. His eyes now seemed fixated on a distant point.

He reformed his gentlemanly persona, trying not to lose concentration on the purpose of this conversation. “I do.”

You didn’t know what to make of his current wreck of emotions, but you decided he was just having a rough morning. Though you didn’t like how his interest fled again, you didn’t mention it, but you just wished he hadn’t deserted the conversation.

Helen moved his figure, reaching toward the feeble stack of paper centimeters away from him. His delicate fingers began flipping through assorted works and notes, trying to track down the originals.

The light of the class-like room reflected on his furrowed expression, highlighting his brow bone. The sound of rustling and separation seemed to recite throughout the room as you patiently waited for results.

He gradually made his way to an inked-out document, his facial features wavering. 

You could see a darkly printed facade of someone’s face. It must’ve been the original, going on the new assumption that the department didn’t trust college students to not fuck with the authentic piece. Maybe they were fearful that they’d spill something on it or try to steal it to sell on eBay.

He assertively separated any remaining sticking papers before hastily handing you the official print.

You respectfully put on an artificial professional smile, being polite to the artist. As for rule-breaking, his decision was for unintentionally stealing the reprint; you decided against reporting him to the higher-ups.

He was passionate, with an amiable soul and a gullible desire to redraw composite drawings. Sure, he was naive, putting his nose where it didn’t belong, but you couldn’t fault him.

He was just an overzealous painter, and that was all.

Your sight indeliberately flocked back to his side, mindlessly trying to ensure yourself that you hadn’t forgotten anything else. You glanced over a few pencils, pens, and squishy erasers before seeing a different, tougher sheet of paper featuring a distinctive man's physique.

It was a spot-on illustration of the lengthy description you had received of the Tom S. case. Just how much had he looked into your assigned folder? The peculiar portrait could’ve been compared to his actual face; it was uncanny how close he’d gotten your mental image of Tom on paper.

“That’s a drawing of Tom, right? From Tom Steven's murder?” You found yourself intrigued more and more by his virtuosity.

You speculated on the time Helen had lost to etching out victims from the infamous “Bloody Painter” case. You understood he was a part of the forensics art department, but how much graphic painting could one take? Plus, it seemed out of character for him to drain his morning by willingly outlining something that gruesome.

There was a wordless pause as your eyes watched one of his knees buck up and down at a similar, relentless pace. You could feel a pit of solicitude gush in your lower abdomen as if you had crossed a line. That case must’ve struck a nerve, and having to draw the victim probably made the distaste in his throat more drastic.

He had a short, delayed response to your words, losing his energy to keep this chatter going. “Yeah.” 

You tilted your head while studying the image’s graphics further. There seemed to be a vital mistake, leaving the drawing inaccurate and fruitless. While most of it had been on point, even having an abbreviated listing of how he was killed, Helen still managed to miss one important factor.

The constant marking, the slit that was supposed to be under his jaw

You wanted to keep it to yourself; you really did, but something in your soul ticked. You thought it over a few times, but it was futile as your compulsive behaviors made the words leak from your mouth.

“You forgot something. Bloody Painter left a laceration two inches under his jaw before pushing him off."

Like a magnet to a refrigerator, he snapped his sights back to his drawing. His neverending cavern of navy blue eyes thoroughly inspected his graphite marks. His salmon lips parted, charcoal eyebrows pressing against one another.

You knew it could’ve come off tedious and knit-picky, but you couldn’t help that nagging feeling that he’d appreciate your insight.

As you closed the space between you both to provide further aid on the unnecessary addon, he brought his attention to you. His dangerous mako eyes locked onto yours, making you feel stuck in an inescapable trance.

This was the first time he’d made eye contact with you.

He hummed one unnoticeable syllable that resembled a “hm” as he leaned an inch closer with the intent to absorb every word that came out of you. A clear indication of how deeply engaged he was.

Now that the spotlight and praise were on you, you couldn’t seem to do anything like a person getting stage fright in front of an impressive crowd.

You felt your body linger on autopilot. No person could handle this stimulation; at least that's what it felt like due to the chemicals pumping through your body. There was no need to react like this, but here you were at the mercy of his prestigious eyes.

Harboring and pleading your jittery breath away, you failed to take note of his defined hand nonchalantly creeping up on your mandible.

“Something like this?”

His pointer and middle were soon firmly planted against your flesh-covered artery. You could feel the pressure build on your sensitive throat, leaving a valley caused by his callous fingers. By this point, you were sure he could feel the way your pulse battered out of your chest.

The only solution to this was that he must’ve been a visual learner. That was the only viable explanation, but still, you found yourself warm to the touch. The air shared felt solid, palpable, and able to be cut. 

But being so intertwined with your own cords of emotions, your brain glossed over the fact that he was pressed precisely where the killer always cut.

“Yeah, something like that." Your words fumbled over one another, not being able to tell if he could sense the tension he inadvertently created.

A mischievous smile was firmly tucked into his features. But before you could even pry into his preceding actions, a heightened beep buzzed from his pocket. He instantly backed his hand away from your neck, letting it rest on his thigh.

His light appearance was brought down by a sudden weight as he withdrew a slick gray phone. You caught a glimpse of the vibrating screen as he haphazardly let it ring.

"Masky. (Ignore if possible.)”

He huffed as his skinny face expeditiously contorted into a solemn deadpan. His leg went right back to a musically animated bounce before leaving your proximity.

He dragged the cellular device to his ear; his sight darted down to you with a velvety expression and whispered, "Sorry– I’ll be back.”

You reverted to your senses, getting back into gear. You affirmed him instantaneously with a nod. His mood was upended by your assuring movement as he departed from your shared space, heading for somewhere more secluded.

Once his presence dissipated, you fully accepted the circumstances. Your breath was still uneven, and you even felt way too comfortable in your once-itchy chair. Your flushed state progressively cleared up; however, you were still bubbly from the previous altercation.

Without much thought, your perception picked up on the Tom Stevens illustration once more. You didn’t notice it previously, but there was a creative liberty added to his special composite.

A tattoo. You didn’t recall the description ever stating he had an emblem on his collarbone.

Especially one with an O and an X.

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Written By: Verdana. (bogusbox)

Beta [Alpha] Reader: Sara. (tobyskitten342)

Mentions: @flufftober & @tobyskitten342

A/N: It's been proofread :D

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[mooechi]

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎��! 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

WINTER BREATHING

Winter Breathing (冬ふゆの呼こ吸きゅう, Fuyu no kokyū) is a Breathing Style derived from Water Breathing alongside Wind Breathing.

Winter Breathing is a breathing style that mimics ice and snow, specifically their smooth yet sharp structure and replicates it with the user's movements which grants speed to it's user and portrays the effects sub-zero temperatures have on objects, specifically hypothermia and frostbite. Most, if not all, known techniques involve the user bending their body, limbs and weapon in a sharp, swift and fluid motion to gracefully yet instantaneously shred anything within an enormous range accompanied by drastic and almost fatal decreases of temperature. If one utilizes this technique effectively and properly, the use of swift penetration tampering with the opponent's senses is capable of inevitably restraining all movements rendering them paralyzed as the user moves nimbly cadence capable of stirring winds to the point of formulating blizzards which heavily impacts the temperature, decreasing it at a level enough to inflict Hypothermia. Users of Winter Breathing also visualize themselves seemingly manifesting and manipulating destructive natural disasters related to winter itself (mainly avalanches, blizzards, tundras, snowstorms, etc...) when unleashing its techniques.

This Breathing Style was created by Akari Fuyutsuki, who ingeniously modified and amalgamated both the Water Breathing and Wind Breathing techniques to suit her slender and agile form. With a keen focus on adapting the technique to complement her petite and nimble physique, she harnessed her height advantage to execute precise and accurate strikes with remarkable flexibility and astonishing swiftness.

Akari's exceptional control over her body's light density further enhances her agility, allowing her to unleash a relentless onslaught of rapid and devastating blows. This unique attribute empowers her to swiftly incapacitate a single target or engage multiple adversaries within an expansive radius. In doing so, she effectively compensates for her inability to dispatch enemies with a single strike, ensuring that her offensive prowess remains formidable

TRIVIA! there's more to it!

Winter Breathing stands as an incredibly potent and versatile technique, uniquely suited for combat against a wide array of adversaries. Diverging from a reliance on raw strength, this style places a paramount emphasis on speed, potentially rivaling, if not surpassing, the agility of Insect Breathing. However, Thunder Breathing remains the sole known style to surpass it in terms of swiftness.

Notably, Winter Breathing prioritizes attributes such as speed, agility, flexibility, precision, and accuracy, underscoring its adaptability in diverse combat scenarios.

Executing the techniques of Winter Breathing requires exceptional visual acuity, as precise and accurate maneuvers are essential. Although originating from Water and Wind Breathing, Winter Breathing exhibits intriguing parallels with Mist, Thunder, and Insect Breathing techniques. Acknowledging her limited knowledge of these other techniques, Akari humbly acknowledges this fact upon its discovery. Recognizing the constraints of her physical strength, she capitalizes on her diminutive and nimble build to achieve decapitations through astonishing inhuman speed. This approach ensures that unfortunate demons often remain oblivious to being struck until the realization dawns upon them that they have been swiftly beheaded.

The rapidity with which Akari wields Winter Breathing serves to minimize the suffering endured by her opponents. Furthermore, depending on the velocity of her attacks, Winter Breathing can induce a numbing effect in adversaries, effectively determining the degree of pain they experience prior to their inevitable demise.

yes, i thought of all this back then.

feel free to use it, but please credit me. thank you!

[mariacallous]

As Russia has tested every form of attack on Ukraine's civilians over the past decade, both digital and physical, it's often used winter as one of its weapons—launching cyberattacks on electric utilities to trigger December blackouts and ruthlessly bombing heating infrastructure. Now it appears Russia-based hackers last January tried yet another approach to leave Ukrainians in the cold: a specimen of malicious software that, for the first time, allowed hackers to reach directly into a Ukrainian heating utility, switching off heat and hot water to hundreds of buildings in the midst of a winter freeze.

Industrial cybersecurity firm Dragos on Tuesday revealed a newly discovered sample of Russia-linked malware that it believes was used in a cyberattack in late January to target a heating utility in Lviv, Ukraine, disabling service to 600 buildings for around 48 hours. The attack, in which the malware altered temperature readings to trick control systems into cooling the hot water running through buildings' pipes, marks the first confirmed case in which hackers have directly sabotaged a heating utility.

Dragos' report on the malware notes that the attack occurred at a moment when Lviv was experiencing its typical January freeze, close to the coldest time of the year in the region, and that “the civilian population had to endure sub-zero [Celsius] temperatures.” As Dragos analyst Kyle O'Meara puts it more bluntly: “It's a shitty thing for someone to turn off your heat in the middle of winter.”

The malware, which Dragos is calling FrostyGoop, represents one of less than 10 specimens of code ever discovered in the wild that's designed to interact directly with industrial control-system software with the aim of having physical effects. It's also the first malware ever discovered that attempts to carry out those effects by sending commands via Modbus, a commonly used and relatively insecure protocol designed for communicating with industrial technology.

Dragos first discovered the FrostyGoop malware in April after it was uploaded in several forms to an online malware scanning service—most likely the Google-owned scanning service and malware repository VirusTotal, though Dragos declined to confirm which service—perhaps by the malware's creators, in an attempt to test whether it was detected by antivirus systems. Working with Ukraine's Cyber Security Situation Center, a part of the country's SBU cybersecurity and intelligence agency, Dragos says it then learned that the malware had been used in the cyberattack that targeted a heating utility starting on January 22 in Lviv, the largest city in western Ukraine.

Dragos declined to name the victim utility, and in fact says it hasn't independently confirmed the the utility's name, since it only became aware of the targeting from the Ukrainian government. Dragos' description of the attack, however, closely matches reports of a heating outage at the Lvivteploenergo utility around the same time, which according to local media led to a loss of heating and hot water for close to 100,000 people.

Lviv mayor Andriy Sadovyi at the time called the event a “malfunction" in a post to the messaging service Telegram, but added, “there is a suspicion of external interference in the company's work system, this information is currently being checked.” A Lvivteploenergo statement on January 23 described the outage more conclusively as the “result of a hacker attack.”

Lvivteploenergo didn't respond to WIRED's request for comment, nor did the SBU. Ukraine's cybersecurity agency, the State Services for Special Communication and Information Protection, declined to comment.

In its breakdown of the heating utility attack, Dragos says that the FrostyGoop malware was used to target ENCO control devices—Modbus-enabled industrial monitoring tools sold by the Lithuanian firm Axis Industries—and change their temperature outputs to turn off the flow of hot water. Dragos says that the hackers had actually gained access to the network months before the attack, in April 2023, by exploiting a vulnerable MikroTik router as an entry point. They then set up their own VPN connection into the network, which connected back to IP addresses in Moscow.

Despite that Russia connection, Dragos says it hasn't tied the heating utility intrusion to any known hacker group it tracks. Dragos noted in particular that it hasn't, for instance, tied the hacking to the usual suspects such as Kamacite or Electrum, Dragos' own internal names for groups more widely referred to collectively as Sandworm, a notorious unit of Russia's military intelligence agency, the GRU.

Dragos found that, while the hackers used their breach of the heating utility's network to send FrostyGoop's Modbus commands that targeted the ENCO devices and crippled the utility's service, the malware appears to have been hosted on the hackers' own computer, not on the victim's network. That means simple antivirus alone, rather than network monitoring and segmentation to protect vulnerable Modbus devices, likely won't prevent future use of the tool, warns Dragos analyst Mark “Magpie” Graham. “The fact that it can interact with devices remotely means it doesn't necessarily need to be deployed to a target environment,” Graham says. “You may potentially never see it in the environment, only its effects.”

While the ENCO devices in the Lviv heating utility were targeted from within the network, Dragos also warns that the earlier version of FrostyGoop it found was configured to target an ENCO device that was instead publicly accessible over the open internet. In its own scans, Dragos says it found at least 40 such ENCO devices that were similarly left vulnerable online. The company warns that there may in fact be tens of thousands of other Modbus-enabled devices connected to the internet that could potentially be targeted in the same way. “We think that FrostyGoop would be able to interact with a huge number of these devices, and we're in the process of conducting research to verify which devices would indeed be vulnerable,” Graham says.

While Dragos hasn't officially linked the Lviv attack to the Russian government, Graham himself doesn't shy away from describing the attack as a part of Russia's war against the country—a war that has brutally decimated Ukrainian critical infrastructure with bombs since 2022 and with cyberattacks starting far earlier, since 2014. He argues that the digital targeting of heating infrastructure in the midst of Ukraine's winter may actually be a sign that Ukrainians' increasing ability to shoot down Russian missiles has pushed Russia back to hacking-based sabotage, particularly in western Ukraine. “Cyber may actually be more efficient or likely to be successful towards a city over there, while kinetic weapons are maybe still successful at a closer range," Graham says. “They’re trying to use the full spectrum, the full gamut of available tools in the armory.”

Even as those tools evolve, though, Graham describes the hackers' goals in terms that have changed little in Russia's decade-long history of terrorizing its neighbor: psychological warfare aimed at undermining Ukraine's will to resist. “This is how you chip away at the will of the people,” says Graham. “It wasn’t aimed at disrupting the heating for all of winter. But enough to make people to think, is this the right move? Do we continue to fight?”

[tank041]

Nijigasaki as Mortal Kombat character

I thought Nijigasaki x Mortal Kombat AU would be funny to write since I'm bored.

The 2nd years.

Yuu Takasaki, Shujinko.

Biography:

An adventurer, who wishes to become the strongest warrior. Yuu has traveled to many places and learned many fighting skills from many warriors.

Yet due to her inexperience, Yuu has done many evil deeds, which include releasing The One Being, who was the God of School Idol. And now that she is discarded by the Idol Deity, she has vowed to make up for this mistake.

Ability: Power Mimicry.

Yuu can mimic and copy the powers of others around oneself. This is down from touch or just absorbing the nearby energy signatures and any superpowers she can see or acknowledge.

Ayumu Uehara, Kuai Liang/Sub-Zero.

Biography:

Like her cherished mother, Ayumu is dedicated to the Lin Kuei and its defense of Earthrealm. When her mother died, Ayumu was bereft. Though she took pride in knowing that her twin sister, Shinigami, would succeed their father as the Lin Kuei's Grandmaster.

But Shinigami's unprecedented moves to cast off the Lin Kuei's traditional duties have frozen Ayumu's enthusiasm. She fears that she may one day have to battle her sister for control of the Lin Kuei's legacy.

Ability: Cryokinesis.

Being descended from a race known as Cryomancers, Ayumu has the innate ability to control ice in many forms. Throughout the story, Ayumu's powers have continued to evolve. Her deadly ability to freeze comes from the process of absorbing the air around her and storing it before releasing it as a cold substance or simply lowering the temperature of the surrounding air to create ice constructs.

Shinigami Uehara (Famitsu Ayumu's OC), Bi Han/Sub-Zero/Noob-Saibot.

Biography:

Ayumu's elder twin sister and the Lin Kuei's Grandmaster, Shinigami leads her ancient warrior clan in the defense of Earthrealm from external threats. For centuries, it has been their solemn task.

But Earthrealm hasn't been threatened in generations, and Shinigami sees no point in limiting her clan to preparing for dangers that may never come. Under her leadership, the Lin Kuei will come out of the shadows and fight for its place as one of Earthrealm's great nations.

Ability: Cryokinesis and Umbrakinesis.

Like her younger sister who also descended from a race called Cryomancer, Shinigami possessed incredible control over the element of ice. She could easily deep freeze her opponents with temperatures of -500° Fahrenheit (which surpasses even absolute zero) to the point of them becoming brittle enough to shatter into pieces.

While she mastered Cryokinesis, she also mastered other abilities, one should be mentioned as Umbrakinesis. Shinigami displays a mastery over the powers of darkness and can turn invisible, create weapon constructs, and summon a shadow clone of herself to assist in battle. This allows her to overwhelm opponents who fight on their own.

Ai Miyashita, Sareena.

Biography:

A Demon from Netherrealm and was an assassin for Yohane, but turned against her. Her young and beautiful appearance hides her true form of a hideous demon.

In the past, she required Yohane's magic to sustain her human form, but since recently escaping the Netherrealm with the help of Shinigami, she has managed to find a way to remain beautiful without her. She is now a force of good with an alliance with Ayumu and Shinigami and the new Lin Kuei, however, she remains wary of her natural demonic nature.

Ability: Aestatekinesis.

Though born in the Netherrealm, she has the innate ability to control Summer in many forms. Throughout the story, Ai's powers have continued to evolve. Her ability to manipulate the season of summer comes from her Happy-Go-Lucky Charm, given by Ayumu during her first meeting with the Uehara Twins, which induces or taps the summer and the powers/forces it represents are: heat, sun, growing season, and abundance, hard work for those working the land and rest for the others.

Setsuna Yuki, Reiko.

Biography:

A girl who was born in the Land of War, her family was captured and killed and Setsuna's the only one to fight and survive from it.

After spending months as a prisoner, Setsuna was freed during a raid by Benihime (Flame Sword Princess Setsu's OC). Despite her youth and small size, Setsuna attacked her former captors and exacted bloody revenge.

Impressed by the girl's spirit, Benihime made Setsuna her squire. Under her tutelage, Setsuna learned the ways of war. She became an exceptional soldier and is now Benihime's second-in-command.

Setsuna's loyalty to Benihime is absolute. She will live and die by her orders.

Ability: Pyrokinesis and Hemokinesis.

Setsuna practiced Pyrokinesis from Benihime, she can control the fire with her mind, the rapid oxidation of a material in the exothermic chemical process of combustion, releasing heat, light, and various reaction products, flame being the visible portion of the fire.

While she still mastering Pyrokinesis, she started learning an ability called Hemokinesis, an ability to control blood. She can utilize several blood-related techniques such as throwing orb-shaped projectiles composed of blood and can even morph herself into a red-liquid state which she can mold into structures.

Lanzhu Zhong, Kung Lao without the hat and only martial arts.

Biography:

Born and raised in the city of Hong Kong, Lanzhu has spent her life as a gifted girl due to her noticeable talents in many fields. It has been an honorable life if not a glorious one.

Lanzhu's greatest fear is that her life will amount to nothing. She prays fervently that she will be called to do something bigger.

Her prayers are answered when she is asked to join the champions of Earthrealm. As a warrior fighting for its honor, Lanzhu knows that her victories will be long remembered.

Ability: Aerokinesis.

Lanzhu can control and mentally affect or move air or wind currents. With this ability, she can easily resist wind pressure, move air particles to create vacuums to suffocate foes or send wind at foes as gale-force currents. Lanzhu could teleport and travel on air via flight or skywalking.

Another faculty of this ability may be the potential for Aerogenesis like Lanzhu in which she can generate breathable air or the constituents of air.

The 1st years:

Kasumi Nakasu, Tomas Vrbada/Smoke.

Biography:

As a little girl, Kasumi had always dreamed of being a useful warrior in order to escape from boredom. Once her dreams were answered, she was chosen to join the Special Forces in her current role as an assassin along with her friends.

Their final mission, however, ended in tragedy. Having accidentally trespassed onto Lin Kuei lands, they were attacked. Kasumi managed to survive the ambush.

But that makes her shame and blame herself for all her friends' demise.

Eventually, to make up for her mistakes, she chose to make the Special Forces' mission her own. But as she lacked supernatural abilities, she set out to master practical magic. Having done so. she now participates in Earthrealm's defense.

Ability: Typhokinesis.

Kasumi mastered Typhokinesy, a type of ability that allows the Kasumi to cast magical spells and feats derived from smoke. She also employs the use of a karambit knife in battle and shows particular skill in handling it. They are stated to be the result of learned practical magic instead of an innate ability, she can also manipulate the smoke to levitate both herself and objects and can use it for flight.

Shizuku Osaka, Zefeero/Rain.

Biography:

As a student at Nijigasaki's exclusive Imperial Academy of Sorcery, Shizuku amazed her peers with her singular aptitude for water magic. Having honed her craft of water magic into a fierce weapon, she now hopes to learn the realms' darkest and most powerful sorcery.

However, while she fought for them and quickly rose the ranks, her arrogance grew along with her and when she demanded leadership of its forces and was denied, she got tempted by Lanzhu for power before she was freed by Kasumi.

Abilities: Hydrokinesis.

Being the Mage she is, Shizuku wields immense power. Shizuku can control two things that involve weather: water and lightning. Her powers are related to such, she is able to pressure jet streams of water to either propel herself or slice her opponents like a blade. Shizuku's control over water and lightning is so powerful she can create massive storm clouds to block out the sun from the sky.

Rina Tennoji, Sektor (LK-9T9).

Biography:

An emotionless, technological genius, billionaire, and playgirl, who is the one behind the Cyber Idol Initiative, and the leader of the cyborg ninja clan, the TekuOshi.

She never bothered to rediscover her human side and may be unable to. She also transforms into a killing machine called the Rina-chan BattleSuit, codename: TR-S09 as she is willing to hunt down anything that stands in her way.

Abilities: Full-Cyberized Power.

Rina has several special abilities thanks to her being a cyborg, such as enhanced strength and built-in weaponry. This includes a series of missile launchers built into her chest and flamethrowers on each arm. She wields a set of white energy swords called Pulse Blades and she wields a Laser Pistol. While she prefers using her fists and feet, she is skilled enough to hold her own against opponents who are also highly skilled with these types of weapons.

Shioriko Mifune, Scorpion but instead of Pyromancy, she wields Vapor Magic.

Biography:

Lanzhu's closest friend, Shioriko is described as calm and academically gifted. She values Japanese tradition and has been trained in traditional Ninjitsu combat. Until her friend has been tempted by evil, she has no choice but to leave the place and run away from her.

Struggling with hunger, fear, and threats, she was surrounded by Lanzhu's loyalists. As she attempted to commit Hara-Kiri, a sudden rain of ice saved her from danger, it was none other than Ayumu, who was patrolling the street. She then brings Shioriko back to Lin Kuei Headquarters to cater for her. During her training, she outperformed the Lin Kuei member.

Impressed by the girl's spirit, Ayumu then made Shioriko her second-in-command (Shinigami's the Grandmaster, Ayumu's the General) which Shinigami seems to not be impressed with. Under Ayumu's guidance, Shioriko learned the way of stealth and surprises, and she became an exceptional Lin Kuei Warrior. This led to Shioriko's absolute loyalty to Ayumu.

Abilities: Vapor Magic.

Shioriko can manipulate a Vapor Magic called Mist, a type of vapor magic that conjures illusions to fool her enemy. Like Kasumi with her Karambit knife, Shioriko carries a Kusarigama and dual Chokuto as her weapon. They are stated to be the result of an innate ability to keep up with Ayumu and Shinigami.

The 3rd years:

Karin Asaka, Kitana.

Biography:

As a Princess, she has one purpose in life: to become an Empress to the Throne. But even so, some distrust Karin's ambition. They whisper that Eli, with her steadier hand, should replace Karin as heir to the

That's why she's the first person to be tempted by Lanzhu's charm because of her hunger for power and fame. She went slaughter everything possible before a sudden Demon in Angel's clothing appeared and redeemed her soul.

Ability: Aerokinesis.

Though granted the power of Aerokinetic, she uses her Steel Fans in battle, even if she is more than exceptional in unarmed hand-to-hand combat. She can use her fans as both a projectile and a melee weapon, as well as the ability to create large and small tornadoes with her Aerokinetic, ( She expresses her magic with her War Fans) Karin also can teleport short/long distances and somewhat has flight to an extent. She can also throw her fans while airborne and execute a midair punch to counter other airborne foes.

Emma Verde, Ashrah.

Biography:

As a demon, all Emma knew was pain and violence. She assumed all beings, in all realms, lived as she did. But once she journeyed outside of the Nethrrealm, she realized her error. Other realms were places of beauty and peace. She could not aid in their defilement.

Emma fled from her sister demons. Along the way, she found an enchanted Kriss. It was a demon slayer, which she used to finish her pursuers. She was stunned to discover that using a Kriss to destroy evil was purifying her soul. And that if she continued to do so, she could free herself from the Netherrealm.

Emma senses that her final absolution is near. Once achieved, she will finally enter the light.

Abilities: Lumokinesis.

Emma from having possession of the powerful holy Kriss blade Evergreen in her possession, was able to clean the soul of its user. By slaying demons, the wielder's soul becomes more pure and holy, the effects that are shown in Emma. The blade doesn't just affect the user's essence, but their personalities (defecting from Yohane's Sisterhood of Shadows and protecting beings of good nature). Although a demon, Emma wields holy powers (possibly as a side effect from the wielding the blade). The energy from the Kriss’ blade is able to construct an angelic wing that allows her to fly and is sharp enough to pierce through an enemy’s body.

Kanata Konoe, Tian Zhu/Kameo Sub-Zero (Tundra), Jerrod/Ermac.

Before becoming the Master of Soul, Kanata was a Tengu Warrior as Tundra who honored Earthrealm with her service. On the final mission, however, she was killed in cold blood by one of Rina's TekuOshi.

Now, as a Reincarnated Master of Soul bounded by Yohane's dark magic, her personality has changed dramatically since then. Even if she's lazy or sleepy, she still finds a way to seek revenge on the one who murdered her.

Abilities: Cryokinesis and Essokinesis.

As Tundra, she's also born as a descendant of the Cryomancers, Kanata was granted the ability to freeze her opponent. Compared to Ayumu and Shinigami's cryokinetics, Kanata's was extremely powerful and it could go easily out of control. It was proven how she managed to slaughter people with her Ice Storm, an extremely powerful move only Kanata could use.

As Ermac, she can revolve around the incorporeal and immortal essence of a living thing. Having such magical power over the soul grants users extraordinary abilities connected to the soul. Kanata can harness more than just ordinary souls; she can also control the supernatural side of them, including her detrimental and beneficial nature. Due to such a connection to the soul, Kanata can use magic to connect powerful spiritual forces that are tied to the souls of any biological organism as it is the source of the sentient nature of any living being. With such magic, she can utilize the soul for a myriad of possibilities, including forging weapons, creating beings, and more, all by channeling her through herself or others for specific purposes bound to the nature and essence of the souls they use including her own.

Mia Taylor, Havik.

Biography

A citizen from New York to Nijigasaki, Mia has always loved anything that is purely chaotic, but she does it more patiently. Lawbreaking is met with strict punishment. Its citizens live in strictly regulated castes.

During her set out to create some mayhem, she met a sudden robot named Rina. Because she thought Rina also believed in chaos and anarchy, she befriended the robot and they caused some chaos together.

Abilities: Chaos Magic.

Mia can utilize chaos-related magic; a type of magic that taps into and utilizes the chaotic forces of the universe, granting Mia a chaotic form of magic that can utilize and reconstruct the probabilities as well as the very fabric of existence that are interconnected to reality, bestowing magical powers and mastery of spells that are are capable of warping the actualities of reality.

At her fullest potential, Mia can cause total chaos and destruction to the cosmos, even rewriting entire multiverses on a whim, making them virtually omnipotent because of endless chaotic forces that exist in the cosmos. However, when left unchecked, Mia can lose herself to the very chaos she's invoked.

Probably my longest post and longest tag I ever made, holy shit! :(

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Activist calls for border march in Ladakh to mark land lost to China

The march would be taken out in the north and south banks of Pangong Tso lake, Demchok, Chushul among others along the Line of Actual Control with China; two dates are shortlisted — March 27 and April 7

Around 10,000 people from Ladakh will march to the border along China this month to showcase how much land has been lost to the neighbouring country, climate activist and education reformer Sonam Wangchuk said on Tuesday.

Mr. Wangchuk has been protesting in open in sub-zero temperature in Leh, surviving only on salt and water for the past 14 days, to demand constitutional safeguards for the Union Territory.

“We know from the shepherds that they are not allowed [anymore] to go to the places that they always used to go. In particular areas, they are stopped kilometres before where they used to go earlier. We will go and show whether land has been lost or not,” Mr. Wangchuk said.

The march would be taken out in Finger area (north and south bank of Pangong Tso), Demchok, Chushul among others along the Line of Actual Control (LAC) with China.

He said two dates have been shortlisted for the march — March 27 and April 7.

“The march will also highlight the areas, prime pasture lands, that are being turned into solar parks. On one hand, nomads are losing their land to corporates who are coming to set up their plants, maybe mining in future. Nomads will lose 150,000 sq km of prime pasture land, on the other hand they are losing pasture land to China which is encroaching from the north, the Chinese have captured huge chunks of land in the last few years,” he said.

After the June 15, 2020 incident in Galwan where 20 Indian soldiers were killed in violent clashes with the Chinese People’s Liberation Army, several rounds of talks between the two armies have taken place leading to disengagement and creation of buffer zones or no-go areas. These areas in eastern Ladakh were regularly patrolled before April 2020 when China started amassing troops close to the LAC. At least 26 patrolling points out of total 65 PPs in Eastern Ladakh are not being patrolled due to the border dispute.

At the centre of Mr. Wangchuk’s protest that has received huge support from the locals is the failure of talks between Ladakh civil society leaders and Union Home Minister Amit Shah on March 4.

The members of Leh Apex Body (LAB) and Kargil Democratic Alliance (KDA) representing the Buddhist majority and Shia Muslim dominated regions respectively in Ladakh, are jointly protesting for Statehood for Ladakh, inclusion of Ladakh in the sixth schedule of the constitution thus giving it a tribal status, job reservation for locals and a parliamentary seat each for Leh and Kargil.

Though ministry officials had in previous rounds of meetings agreed to examine how the provisions of the Sixth Schedule of the Constitution can be implemented in Ladakh’s context, the meeting with Mr. Shah “did not result in any positive outcome”.

“Government has been declining to keep their promise on Sixth Schedule. The Home Minister said we cannot give this but we will give you some constitutional safeguard,” Mr. Wangchuk said adding that he wants to awaken the people of India to this “breach of trust”.

“People are disillusioned, disenchanted and angry. There is no chance BJP will win a seat here in the upcoming elections. But this is not only for Ladakh, am trying to awaken the nation, if this is how election promises are honoured, then elections are a joke. Why did we vote this party to power twice?” he said. Ladakh’s only parliamentary seat was won by the Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) in 2014 and 2019.

After the special status of Jammu and Kashmir under Article 370 of the Constitution was revoked by the Parliament on August 5, 2019, Ladakh was turned into a Union Territory without any legislative assembly.

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How does it feel sleep in the same bed with Mileena, Sindel, Fujin and Sub Zero ? Curious about your hcs about all of this.

Would they cuddle you?

Would they move too much? For example sleep kicking😅

Would they snore😰? If yes how would they react when you woke them up because of it 😆?

How would they act when you woke up from a nightmare? (waking up so scared that you accidentally woke them up too.)

And how does it feel wake up next to them afterwards?

How would they woke you up?

And how would they act when you waking them up by caressing their cheek or hair?

A/N: Sorry for taking so long! I hope you like my HCs and enjoy reading them! 🖤🖤🖤😘

Subzero/Kuai Liang

In bed, with subby, you will feel cold, but he will hug you and you will feel the warmth of his soul and heart.

Subby would cuddle you with love and affection, he will kiss you before he sleeps.

He will be affectionate as much with you before he sleeps, Subby loves to cuddle.

Subby will maintain himself while sleeping, He tries to control himself so that he won’t hurt you, his significant other.

As for the snoring, I think he is in between, Sometimes he snores lightly or snores loudly. Sometimes he won’t snore at all. It depends on his fatigue, or if he wasn’t tired. So, it depends.

If you woke Kuai up, he won’t be mad or anything like this, he will smile at you and kiss you, hug you hastily, and asks you if you want something. If you don’t want anything, he will return to sleep.

If you told him about your nightmare, he would be concerned for you. He will help you as much as he can, and he would talk about it with you, If you won’t mind, He doesn’t want to see you scared and tired of the nightmares.

Subby loves to wake up in the morning next to you. It is a feeling he loves and cherishes the most. He is just blessed to have a significant other like you. He loves you very much.

He loves the feeling when you are caressing his cheeks or his hair, he loves it so much that he doesn’t mind it at all, He feels loved and wanted he even purrs to it and holds your hand.

You will wake up because of the cold temperature, Kuai will notice this and he will control his body temperature. And he will apologize to you ;)

Mileena

In bed with Mileena you feel loved and safe because you won't be afraid of someone attacking you during your sleep, Mileena will deal with them in her way.

Mileena is a loud sleeper, she snores very loud that it pierces your ears. But you love her so much that you don’t mind it at all.

Mileena loves cuddling so much that she sleeps while cuddling with you while sleeping, Mileena loves to kiss you so much, she won’t stop kissing you ever. Nor tired of kissing you

Mileena moves while sleeping because of her anxiety and fear of her father’s enemies, she even had nightmares herself that she runs while sleeping and woke up due to this. You always calm her down and hug her to make her feel better and happy. You promise to protect her and love her no matter what.

Mileena also cares for you when she wakes up suddenly to see you moving in their sleep due to nightmares, Mileena will lick your cheeks to calm you down. You would wake up, taking a breath and hugging your lover Mileena.

Mileena loves the feeling when you caress her cheeks and her hair, she heard you whisper loving words to her, Sometimes, you are kissing her cheeks, and Mileena purrs to it lovingly.

Mileena, Of all people, never thought that someone loved her, not even her sister or her sister’s best friend, But you came into her life, and make her feel loved, Mileena loves to wake up near you, she feels blessed, and loved alike.

Mileena will wake you up accidentally because of her frustration and rage, she can’t help it, but she will apologize to you for it. Her S/O can’t be mad at her!

She won’t mind if you wake her up, she won’t be mad, she won’t kill you, she won’t bite you. If anything, she will hug you and kiss you.

Sindel (real Sindel)

In bed, with Sindel, you feel like flying in the middle of the universe because of the magic she has, Let alone feeling a tingling of arcane magic around. You love this feeling.

Sindel’s life changed many, many times due to other things she doesn’t wanna mention. Her life even changed for the better when she met you. She feels happy and loved.

Sindel loves to cuddle you, she loves everything that you give her. She loves it when you hug her, Cuddle her, and kiss her.

Sindel may snore a little bit, but she controls herself from snoring loudly because she doesn’t wanna blow a banshee scream and destroy the ceiling and falls killing you in the process. So that’s why she controls herself from snoring loudly, And it works out perfectly!

Sindel moves while sleeping because of her nightmares, the ones where she fights shao kahn loses you, and Edenia falls under an invasion, all of these are enough to make her moves so constant in her sleeping. But she gets better by remembering that these aren’t real, you are alive and caring for her. Sindel is happy to have you again.

Like Mileena, Subzero, Sindel feels blessed and happy to wake up near you in bed. It is a feeling she loves and cherishes the most. Every day she wakes up she feels grateful to have you. Her life is finally complete with you and her Daughter Kitana.

Sindel loves the caresses to her cheeks and hair, She won’t mind if you woke her up by caressing her cheeks or Hair! She just loves it!

Sindel will wake you up accidentally by singing or doing opera songs of Edenien style. Once she realized that you had woken up because of her, she would apologize for it.

She won’t mind if you wake her up, she will smile at you and tell you that it is okay she will hug you and kiss you, she will tell you constantly that she loves you, and she will shower you with loving words. And lastly, she will kiss your cheeks.

Fujin.

In bed, with Fujin you will feel a fresh breeze of air. Like breathing fresh air, wonderful Air, not an AC.

Unlike his brother, he wants love, he wants to be a commitment to a relationship with another person, and he wants to feel the joy of having a child. He wants something all people want and desire, that is love. For centuries he kept watching people and their loved ones, husband and wives, Parents and children. He just envies them for having such a family and lovely times. Deep down, he wishes to be human than to be immortal being. That all changed when he met you!

Fujin loves to cuddle, kiss you, and hug you. He loves everything about you!

Fujin flies lightly and slowly while he sleeps, yet, you don’t feel anything because he is very quiet. But you will feel it when he is having a nightmare the quiet breeze and wind turn into a heavy whirlwind in the bedroom, nearly crushing everything and killing you in the matter. But he controls himself from doing this, so is snoring, he doesn’t want to snore so he won’t bring damage while doing that.

If you are having nightmares he will help you to overcome them, he will make potions for you, taking a portion of the Jinsei to help you overcome nightmares.

Fujin would never be mad if you woke him up. He will be happy so that he can kiss you and hug you.

Fujin loves the way you wake him up by caressing his cheeks or his hair, he Loves everything you do to him.

You will wake up because of the wind moving your curtains, Fujin will apologize because of this. But you aren’t mad. You happily kiss him and hug him.