#Erron Black smut

[iliketangerines]

bite the bullet

a/n: SORRY FOR BEING LATE AGAIN work is just piling up

pairing: erron black x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), gun play, teasing, slight bondage, slight degradation kink

this should not feel as exhilarating as it does, Erron’s hand around your throat barely squeezing and the barrel of the gun shoved down your throat

the metal had long been heated up by your wet tongue licking along the length of it, and you try your best to smile around the gun, an attempt at giving Erron one of your signature smirks that would signal ‘i can take it’

his hips snap against yours once more, his pelvis slapping harshly against your sensitive clit, and instead of giving Erron a suave look, a contorted look of pleasure fills your face instead as the gun muffles your moan

your hands uselessly tug at your bindings, his belt tied around your hands and then to the headboard of the rickety tavern the both of you were staying in

he lets out a puff of air, amusement at how you moan around the barrel of his gun, and he draws his hips back slowly before thrusting back into you with one quick motion

“you’re dripping, darling. all this mess even with my gun in your mouth.” his southern twang somehow makes the words draw out even longer, and you want to bite back

it’s hard when he releases his hand around your neck to flick your overly swollen clit with his thumb

a pitiful needy whine leaves your throat, and it would be embarrassing if you weren’t so desperate for him to just make you cum

“you really are just a needy thing, aren’t you? desperate enough to whore yourself out even when i can kill you.” his voice is raspy, the only sign that he even felt affected

you can barely concentrate on his words as his thumb continues to torture your clit, slow long drags of the pad of his finger against it, the dregs of pleasure fogging up your mind

he lets out a low groan as you squeeze your pussy around his cock, and Erron barks out a laugh, “sweetheart, i’m going to fuck you raw if you keep doing that.”

his thumb presses a little rougher into your clit, and a whine escapes from you as you clench around him once more, teasing him, testing him

Erron gives you a smirk, your only warning before he pinches your clit between his thumb and finger roughly and starts fucking into you

the pleasure burns through you, and you can only helplessly squirm on the bed as you let out muffled whines and moans

he thrusts into you roughly, the wet slaps of your hips echoing in the room

“well, i guess i gotta keep my promise now, don’t you think so too?” the gun presses just slightly further into your mouth, just enough for you to taste the gunpowder coating the barrel of the metal

[mushhroooms]

Erron Black smut blurb

I’m listening to Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy) and the demons started speaking…

Content warnings: Smut (obv), cursing, fem reader, enemies to lovers (kinda?? hinted?) ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡

Imagine teasing Erron Black… his hands on your thighs, not guiding you, letting you set your own pace. You’re leaned back, your hands on his knees to stabilize yourself as you grind your cunt down on his cock, making him groan and squeeze your thighs.

“Fuck, Sweetheart. I know you got more than that.” His voice is gruff and strained, resisting the urge to start bucking his hips into you.

“Feeling desperate?”

“I wasn’t the one spewing shit about-“ he groans with a particular rough grind of your hips. “-riding a cowboy.”

He looks up at you, a lustful grin on his stupid handsome face “Ain’t you gonna ride me, cowgirl?”

“That what you want?”

“Come on, Sweetheart. I’m sure you can feel me twitching.”

As much as you would love to keep teasing him and grinding your hips on him, you can feel how wet you are, and the way you can feel your cunt pulse with need.

You huff “Fine. But only because I want to get off, ain’t doing this for you.”

You raise your hips, bringing them back down quickly after. Your hands on his knees squeeze to keep your pace steady. You’re leaned back can’t help the moans and huffs that pass your lips.

He chuckles under you and the next thing you know, his hand is putting his hat on your head.

You can see the possessive glint in his eyes and his cocky grin.

“That’s it. Just like that. Ride me, Cowgirl.”

[theamazingmaria]

my dear cowboy putting his hat on my head while I ride him madly

or

my cowboy just loving that you're wearing his stuff (giving a possessive air in his mind)

[enterwittyjokehere]

Guess who's finally back from vacation :þ.

I wanna try and write more fanfiction-ey writings, this one is the start of it lol, had some fun writing for Erron.

Intimate Interrogation

[Erron Black x afab! Reader]

[⚠️Warnings⚠️]

[Afab reader]

[Masculine nicknames used]

[Heavy smut 18+ only]

[Fair warning implied non- consent]

[Kidnapped...]

[PART of the Dead Dove Club]

[Dead Dove Do Not Eat]

[Mutiple Org*sms]

[Fingering]

You woke up in a dark room, flickering lights decorated the ceiling and left the room in a dimly lit haze. Your heartbeat pounded in your head, questions swirling around your mind, where were you?

Why were you here?

The last thing you remember was a guy tapping you on the shoulder in some pub and a sharp pain erupting in your head. The same pain that leaked into your senses now, “Ow, sh*t!”

You tried to pull a hand to your face but a rope kept it in place, thick and harsh ropes, latched around your body locking you in place. The chair they bound you to was in the dead center of the sketchy room, your eyes had begun to adjust and the more you looked around the room the more hopeless you felt.

Finally your eyes flickered to an exit, to your side, the only door in the room. The moment your eyes had adjusted quite enough to make out what was in front of the door, your heart began to race, fear flooding your senses.

A memory of a wanted poster you had seen before appeared in your head, recognizing the man, who you had heard countless tales of, “Erron Black?” 

His own eyes flickered up to you, glancing away from the handgun he was polishing. With a groan the mercenary pulled down his mask, taking a few slow steps towards you. Once he stepped into the light, you could see the deadly simper playing at his lips.

“What have I done to piss your people off?” You asked, voice quivering slightly, although you tried to keep a calm composure.

“Calm down, you ain't made me mad, just my boss.” He spoke, his accent thick and quiet.

“Who is…?”

“Kotal Kahn.”

The memory of your last mission hit you upon the impact of his words. Starstruck for a moment you only opened your mouth, no words could pass the threshold, your shock withheld them. Furrowing your eyebrows as you looked up at Erron, “Why would the Kahn be upset with me?”

You winced at the memory of you attacking the carriage Kotal had taken, biting your lip as you stared up at Erron Black.

Erron was not foolish enough to believe your facade of false ignorance, “Why don't you tell me… my sources say you're the man of the hour, your bosses want the Kahn gone?”

The way you instinctively flinched when Kotal was called Kahn told Erron, everything he needed to know about your allegiances. Your lack of cooperation pulled a groan from the cowboy as his brown eyes traced over your body, bound to the sturdy wood chair.

“Come on, now, I know you're the man I want… Just tell me what I wanna hear and I'll be able to go easy on ya.” Your heart sped up at the words, Erron's plea was not quite the same as you had heard it but the misunderstanding was missed by the mercenary.

“I don't know what you want to hear, Earthrealmer.” You said, leaning back in the chair tauntingly.

Erron groaned, standing to his feet, he smiled as he towered over you. Looking down at you, a wicked grin covered his face, instinctively your thighs locked together while his eyes traveled slowly down your figure.

He took a knife from his belt, glancing at it quickly before his eyes landed on you. Lifting the knife to the side of your neck, he questioned you again, “Why do the people you work for want the Kahn dead?” 

You looked helpless beneath him, you looked him dead in the eyes, still holding that flimsy facade, “I'm telling you, Black, you have the wrong person.”

Erron groaned, pulling the knife away, he quickly slashed one of the two ropes tying your hands to the chair.

“This is cute. Really.” Erron leaned forward, meeting you at face level, “but acting all ‘cute’ ain't gonna help your chances… I do like it when you play hard to get though.”

Your face was over Erron's shoulder as he whispered the harsh words into your ear, his hand had latched onto your arm and squeezed it tightly. He smiled as he watched you squirm from how close he was, your eyes locked on him, whispering hushed prayers to the Elder Gods.

“What? No smart remark, sugar, snake got your tongue?” His deadly simper sent chills down your back, he moved to kiss the skin of your neck. When you jumped at his movements a trail of laughs leaked from his lips, “Don't worry, sugar, I'll get so much more.”

He kissed down your arm, looking up at you as he neared the wrist. With locked eyes he pushed two of your fingers into his mouth, suckling on them lightly. 

He withdrew them and took a heavy breath before speaking, “Let's get you all warmed up, yeah? Since you want to be a little bitch, I'll show you what being uncooperative calls for.” 

He placed a hand to your crotch, kneading the sensitive area lightly with his fingers. Needily, you grind against the fingers, small noises stringing from your mouth. Erron unzips your pants and wiggles them down, his teeth clenched around his lip as his eyes wander your body. 

“First, I want you to f**k yourself for me… I got a lot of information to get outta ya, make things a little easier for me.” His words made your core tingle, he pried your legs apart, removing your underwear. Before placing the hand he had in his mouth onto yourself, looking up at you with a cocky smile.

You looked down at him, breathing heavily, your mind too clouded by rapid trails of thoughts fluttering around in your mind. Pensively, you were caught off guard as he shoved your own fingers into you, a noise between a groan and a wince pulled from you.

He moved your hand, pumping your own fingers deep into your body. As he did your core tightened and your current situation flooded back into your immediate consciousness, pleasuring yourself. Erron moved away from your bound body when he noticed your more pleasured moans.

Curling your fingers, you meticulously hit your pleasurable nerves, rapidly, needing a sense of relief, you grinded against your own fingers. Erron groaned as he grew in response, feeling himself push against his trousers, a hand shot down to his crotch, rubbing softly.

Your eyes looked up at Erron, when your hips began to repeatedly stutter and twitch as the friction pushed you over the peak of your climax. You left out moans as your eyes rolled back, your body clenching around your hand, “f**k, Erron.”

“You enjoyed putting on that little show for me, pretty boy?” He questioned, hastily undoing his belt buckle, while approaching you. He pulled the long piece of leather out of his belt loops, he kneeled down in between your legs. Erron's cold and calloused hands found the inside of your thigh, your body trembled at the feeling. He wrapped the belt around one thigh, fastening it around the armrest of the chair, he looked into your eyes kissing the inside of your thigh lightly. 

His big brown eyes staring up at you, gently pulling your plush flesh with his teeth. Letting it go and pressing wet kisses to the abused skin, his little light nibbles pulled delicious sounds from you as your core clenched on air. Erron watched your body beckon for him, a long twisted smile overtook the cowboys features.

“Sorry, sugar, I don't mean to be such a tease.” He chuckled, adjusting his position. Erron had moved his face worryingly close to your bare core, watching the building of suspense surface on your flushed face.

Looking down at Erron, you watched as he nestled his firm face deep into your p*ssy. Licking and kissing the tiny bundle of nerves, eliciting sweet pleasured  sounds to string from your lips. You tried to rock your hips against Erron's tongue, but the rope holding you in place only allowed a small wiggle.

You whined at the lack of stimulation, “I can give you what you want, Darling, you just have to give me what I want first.”

You shook your head, your words lingering in your throat for a moment, “N-No.” 

Erron's laugh was almost cruel, his lips fastening around your needy cl*t, suckling on the button. The feeling was euphoric but overstimulation was creeping in and the closer it got the more you wanted Erron off of you. Trying to wiggle out from under the cowboy, your body began to shake and tremble, your pleads quiet in Erron's head.

Erron's calloused hands held you in place, while you whined and squirmed beneath him, continuing to roughly suck on your sensitive cl*t. Your hands pulled at his hair, trying to pull him off, the cowboy fought your movements, staying firmly placed. He smiled as your pleading found his ears, “Erron, please, stop. I c-cant- Ah-!” 

A laugh left Erron, the vibrations making your already sensitive cunt tremble beneath him, “I already told you, tell me why your bosses want Kotal down and who they are… After that all this can stop, if that's what you want…”

Erron paused almost hoping you would give in and let loose the information he needed, he wished you were easier to break. He would be incredibly upset with himself if he ends up having to break you fully, looking up and your pleading face, a small smile covering his face. The cowboy’s sinful simper was caused by the myriad of indecent thoughts, you being the subject in the lot, he felt himself pulse in his trousers.

You said nothing, withholding the information even through Erron’s torture, Erron’s gaze darkened his smutty simper becoming almost more cruel. He clicked his tongue, his eyes fluttering across your soft body all splayed out for him, “I’m trying, sugar, I really am.”

Taking this time to take a step back, the cowboy enjoyed his work, looking over your cold, horny body splayed out in the open. He slipped out of his pants letting them fall to the floor, his hands found your other thigh. His hands massaged the plush flesh, before pushing it to set on the other armrest, you winced as your bones popped from the stretch. 

“Come on, Darling, you can take it.” Erron's accent sounded hoarse in your ear. He lined himself up to you, taking a deep breath before pushing into you. A sharp wince was pulled from you, “Ah-! That's tight, maybe you should've prepped a little more, darling.”

His words were released as groans through his clenched teeth, slowly pulling against you and quickly reinserting himself. Each time he would pound into you, his movements became faster and more sporadic. 

The slickness of your insides allowed Erron to fully slip in and out with ease, he grabbed tightly on to your hips, rocking against both you and the chair. The chair creaked when Erron would push into you, your sweet moans were the only other sound combatting the slapping of skin and creaking. Erron’s breathing caught in his throat as he felt your warm and wet core clench around his length, releasing his breathing in shallow huffs while he thrusted deep into you. Chasing the peak of his orgasm, he rutted into you, focusing on your breathing and your small moans, “Erron, Wait-!” The cowboy opened his lidded eyes at your plea, still rocking into you, “You can’t- Your not even wearing-”

“A condom?” He finished your sentence, you moaned out and nodded slightly as Erron slammed back into you viciously. His pace and strength of his thrusts gained fervor as he denied your request, “No, no, Darling. That’s something only someone who’s told me the motive behind attacking the Kahn gets.”

“No-! Erron, Please-” with a quick slap to your sensitive clit Erron had you constricting around him, milking him as he rocked deeper and deeper into your writhing hips. He hit his own orgasm with a grunt and a stutter of his hips, he held you body close, allowing himself to nestle his tip to your womb, cumming deep inside of you. The warm feeling flushed your face, you moaned, a hand slipped to your mouth to silence you, Erron pulled out of you, watching as his c*m leaked from your pussy.

“Surely that’s enough, yeah?” Erron said through heavy breaths, “Tell me why your bosses want to kill Kotal.”

“N-No, I can’t… Erron, please.”

Something inside Erron snapped, he grabbed your throat roughly, making you look him in the eye, “I’m not usually as kind as i've been with you.”

Lifting his hands away from your body, Erron groaned as he cracked his knuckles rhythmically. His rough hand finding the underside of your elevated thigh, the quivering only made more noticeable at his touch. He lined his fingers up with your dripping c*nt, Erron's own seed leaked from the opening. 

Roughly he jammed his fingers deep into you, fucking the seed deeper in your womb. You writhed beneath him, the overstimulating feeling was almost too much, “E-Erron… No, wait, please.”

Your hushed pleas brought a smirk to his face, “Not unless you're gonna give me some names.” 

Erron's free hand slapped at the plush flesh of your thigh, you winced at the stinging pain. His fingers curled inside of you, hitting your sensitive spot as you moaned out, before Erron delivered another firm slap to your thigh, this time closer to your c*nt.

Erron's ruthless assault on your lower body brought tears to your eyes, as you once again hit an orgasm. Erron's fingers continued there rough assault, making your body shake and tremble, cries of overstimulation leaked from your throat.

Begging Erron to stop the cowboy smiled as he placed another sharp slap to your thigh, Erron groaned as you gasped out. Your hands trying to pry him off of you, yet he stayed, fingers curling and shoving themselves deeper into your sensitive core. Once you felt the building of another orgasm you began to plead.

“Erron. Please, I-I cant-” Your voice trembled as you stumbled over your words.

“Tell me who you work for or take it like a good boy.” Another slap was placed to the inner side of your lower thigh, Erron looked up at you.

Face red, hair matted with sweat, tears leaked down your face and onto your clothes. You were a hot mess and it drove Erron wild, he loved that he had this kind of control over you.

You squirmed beneath Erron's hands, “F-Fine. Mileena! Mileena hired me-!” 

A breath of relief fell from your mouth as Erron removed his sticky hands, “See. Now was that so hard, baby doll?” 

Erron placed sweet kisses to the inside of your thighs to soothe the pained red flesh. 

“Whatever, Black, you've got your information untie me.” You said, fighting with the ropes and belts that kept you in place.

A booming chuckle fell from Erron's lips, “Naw, I don't think so.”

Your eyes immediately traced up to the boney hunter, “what? But I gave you-”

“-but I can't have a criminal who tried to kill the Kahn running around outworld. It'll be best if I keep you here, don't worry doll, I'll take good care of you.”

His words faded into the back of your mind as he kissed your lips gently, his hands tracing over your clothed body. Before he pulled away, smirking, “You're gonna love it here.”

[fa1rysugar]

Baby Doll

Erron Black x Female!Reader

Content Warnings: Gunfucking, gagging, Praise, Crying, Gun Sucking, daddy kink, Oral (F receiving), Degradation, bad writing, and OOC. Please let me know if I missed anything!

I don't know Jack shit about guns so 💀

My requests are open! Please read my rules and character list before requesting!

"Such a pretty girl aren't ya?" He asked. Trailing the gun up your naked body. He knew you couldn't respond because of the gag in your mouth.

He tugged his mask down kissing your clit. Making you moan around the gag. He smiled licking a stripe up your cunt. "So good for daddy aren't you?" He moaned around your clit. Trailing the gun back down your naked body on the other side. Pulling his face away from your clit pushing the cold metal of the gun on your clit. You moaned around the gag drool dripping onto your cheeks. "Such a nasty girl." He said pushing the gun slightly into your hole gathering some of your slick. Pulling the gun away he took the gag out of your mouth pushing the gun inside of your mouth. The mix of metal and your slick making you gag. "Such a dirty girl getting off on a gun that you don't even know if it's loaded or not" he smiled at you taking the gun out of your mouth slapping it softly against your cheek. Your spit sticking to your cheek. He brought the gun back down to your hole pushing inside. The barrel(?) going inside of your hole. You moaned. Tears filling your eyes at the stretch. "It's okay doll, daddy's gonna make ya feel so good. Don't ya worry bout a thing darlin'." He said pulling the gun out pushing it back in. Repeating the motion over and over again. "Gonna cum pretty girl?" He asked. He already knew the answer, he just wanted to see if you could respond. You weakly nodded your hair sticking to your forehead. "Go ahead pretty baby"

A/N: I don't know anything about guns so this might not be the best. I'm very sorry that this took me so long to get out I was just busy and sorta putting it off!

Masterlist 🌸

[yanderestarangel]

⸺ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃

꒰ ♡ ꒱ HEADKANONS MK1 | "𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋" - 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 + 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐊 

꒰ ♡ ꒱ "You look lonely... I can fix that" | tomas vrbada x gn reader - smut | TW: gn reader, random thoughts, smut, nsfw, blowjob, worship, sub!tomas, soft!smut.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ hard dom!tomas vrbada x ftm reader | TW: hard dom!tomas, v!sex, degradation, overstimulation, rough sex, smut, dirty talk, pussy drunk!tomas, afab anatomy, ftm reader, eat out, painkink, breedkink, praise kink, creampie, porn plot, light soft aftercare in final cut .

꒰ ♡ ꒱ headkanons mk11 | black dragons duo | erron black and kano ☆ hard smut version ☆ | TW: daddykink, semi public sex, degradation, smut, nsfw, blowjob, afab anatomy,ftm/male reader, praise, creampie, rough sex, eat out, painkink, anal sex, cunnilingus, v!sex, gun play, dom!kano, dom!erron black.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 | 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐁𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐅𝐓𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 | TW: daddykink,sizekink, blowjob, v!sex, afab anatomy, sex without a condom, porn plot, smut, dirty talk, ftm reader, record!sex, praise, hard!dom bi han, himbo!reader pornstar!reader, pornstar!bihan, possessive!sex.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ dumb midnight thoughts - johnny cage mk1 | TW: dirty talk, pussy talk, afab reader, degradation, just a short smut.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sub tomas x dom reader | tw: v!sex, ride, smut, ftm reader, whining, beg, daddykink, nsfw, dacryphilia, master x sub, overstimulation, handjob, afab anatomy, dom!reader.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐲𝐳𝐨𝐭𝐡 - 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 | 𝐓𝐖: afab anatomy, ftm reader, v!sex, overstimulation, soft!dom syzoth, confused feelings on the part of the reader, little angst, reader has trust issues, passionate syzoth, unprotected sex, cum play, smut, porn plot, praise.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ dark!johnny cage smut | TW: afab anatomy, ftm reader, reader wears a dress, v!sex, blowjob, cock warming, hard!dom johnny, toxic relationship, possessive sex, insecurity (on johnny's part), spanking, degradation, dark!johnny cage, smut, porn plot,orgasm denial.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ headkanons mk1 - trio lin kuei + friend!reader | part 2 - after bi han's betrayal | TW: afab reader, smut, angst, dark!bi han, nsfw, plot follows the canon line of mk1 (with the ending of tomas, kuai liang and bi han), tomas x reader, bi han x reader, soft!dom bi han, v!sex, oral (f!re), temperature!play.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐊1 | 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐔𝐄𝐈 | 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋 | TW: afab reader, dp with toys, use of vibrators, plugs, dildos, overstimulation, dirty talk, fingering, cum play, anal sex, v!sex, no pronouns used other than 'you'.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧 | TW: v!sex, extreme dirty talk, ftm reader, pussy talk, v!sex, hard!dom bi han, afab anatomy, praise, sub x master dynamics.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ sugar daddy! old johnny cage | tw: age gap, afab reader, praise, smut, nsfw, v!sex, oral ( f!re ), sugar daddy concept, semi public sex, daddykink, degradation kink, blowjob, dirty talk, anal, sex!toys, power play, sub!reader, dilf!johnny, sexual positions/kama sutra, rec!sex, no pronouns used other than 'you', spoilers about the canon line of mk11, little angst.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ headcanons mk1 | "how would they react to you being insecure about your body" | TW: chubby/thick reader, afab reader, v!sex, oral (f!re), blowjob, praise kink, smut, porn plot, insecurity, body worship, sub!reader + soft!dom, hard!dom.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ "my heart belongs to you alone..." | tw: insecurities, jealousy, reader has trust issues, make-up sex, dom!bi han, praise, v!sex, ftm reader, rough sex, smut, little angst, afab anatomy.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ headkanons mk1 | dom!tomas vrbada - smut edition | ☆🧸TW: ftm reader, daddykink, v!sex, facesitting, fingering, masturbation, aggressive sex, husband x husband, afab anatomy, nicknames, praise, degradation, hard!dom tomas, punishment, oral (f!re), blowjob, breeding, size kink.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ bi han!trio x reader | TW: v!sex, handjob,oral (f!re), double!blowjob, cum!play, face!fuck, they/them used, voyeurism, exhibitionism, threesome, gang bang, sub reader, aggressive sex, praise, degradation, dumbfication, afab anatomy, titan!bi han,og!bi han, dark!bi han x reader , sub!reader, smut, nsfw, little plot in final cut.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐮𝐚𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠 | 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 |

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐊1 | 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍!𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐗 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 | TW : ftm reader, afab anatomy, praise, unreviewed, smut, virgin concept, soft!dom tomas, oral (f!re), blood.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧 | TW: ftm reader, afab anatomy, non con, v!sex, forced feminization, kidnapping, manipulation, praise, use of powers, power play, unprotected sex, degradation, fingering, hard sex, overstimulation, dark themes, breed!kink, porn plot.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐊1 | 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘!𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 | TW: age gap, sugar!relationship, milf sindel, gn reader, power play, switch!sindel, v!sex, mommykink, use of sex toys, fingering, riding!face, overstimulation, oral ( f!re ), smut, praise.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ bi han x ftm reader smut | ꒰ 🧺 ꒱  TW: v!sex, afab anatomy, daddykink, breeding, ftm/male reader, porn plot, smut, femboy reader.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ dom!tomas vrbada hc | TW: hard!dom tomas, sexual fantasies, fetishes, daddykink, breed!kink, spit on mouth, v!sex, blowjob - deep throat, rough sex, dub con, hunter!play, primitive sex, size!kink, bare sex, degradation, oral (f!re), nicknames, ftm!reader, extreme!smut, nsfw, bites, afab anatomy, power play, part.1.

[moronkombat]

hello !! do you think you could write some hcs for erron black, sfw and nsfw? tysm <33

SFW

Erron prefers a partner who knows how to handle themselves and someone who isn't too attached to places. He's on the move frequently and he wants his partner to keep up with him.

Now, just because he wants someone who can handle themselves, does not mean he's not protective. He is.

He isn't overly protective or suffocating but he makes it a point to prioritize your safety. He never admits his protective tendencies and when you point them out he is quick to shrug them off with a comment how in order for you to be useful, you need to be alive

If you were ever to get hurt or injured, he'd be furious but his type of rage his a silent one. He doesn't say a word as the slaughters the ones that caused you harm nor does he say anything as he carries you to safety. He doesn't say anything when he lays down and he will leave for awhile, his hand hitting some post in frustration but it's not for you. No, he's frustrated with himself for letting you be hurt

He's not exceptionally affectionate or romantic. What he will do, however, is drape his poncho over you if he notices you're too exposed to the sun or if it's getting cold. There's even been those rare moments when you're alone and sharing fun stories where he'll place his hat atop your head and give you something very close to a smile

NSFW

If you thought he quiet usually that doesn't change in the bedroom. He's a silent hunter. He doesn't like to use his words when having sex, he prefers speaking through his actions and your responses to them are often loud

He is the dominant one in the bedroom but that does not mean he always prefers you lying under him. No, not at all. Missionary to him is horribly boring.

Save a horse. Ride a cowboy? Yeah Erron Black is no exception. An arm resting under his head while another has a hand on your hip. his eyes would watch you move so sensually up and down. It's a good view, he thinks, and one he will not tire of

One of his favored positions is up against the wall. Your back is pressed here, strong arms hoisting you up. Your legs bounce and twitch each time his hips collide with your own. Eyes are lost in pleasure but you don't miss that smirk into your neck. He doesn't let you miss that

He is also partial to having a partner's face buried into the pillow while he holds your hips up while he fucks you. The bend and curve of back is simply delicious. He's always liked this position. It's how he's fucked all the whores but he'd never call you that. Though he might think about it in those treacherous and libidinous hazes

Dirty talk is something he relishes in. He so desperately wants to whisper to you how horrible you are. How filthy you are to let yourself moan in such a lewd way. Have you no shame? Of course not. Not when you're clinging to his cock so wretchedly tight

Can i write hcs for Erron Black? YES. I love him. I've loved him since he came sauntering onto screen in MKX

[xxetherealsweetheartxx]

Western Heat

Nsfw, MDNI. (1K words, intoxication, dub-con (both are drunk), breeding, gun-play)

How you hate him. How you hate this man. Him and his stupid cowboy hat and his stupid smirk and the way his black eyes sparkle. God, everytime you two fight he always has somehow to bring up that stupid night. It was one time. A man like him should let it go already. 

But you can’t deny the feeling in your lower stomach whenever you see him. After that night with him. You regretted going with him to that bar and then into that motel… He pretty much ruined you for other men. How? How did you let him that easily get to you? Oh right, outworld alcohol…

Talking about alcohol, you could really use a drink. Strutting down the streets of outworld, you stumble upon a small bar. You enter it and immediately make your way to the table at the corner.

After a few drinks you felt the effect of the alcohol hitting you. But that doesn't stop you from ordering more shots. Suddenly you can feel someone sit beside you. You look to your right and see the one and only Erron Black.

“Hey Sugar.” He greets, but you don’t take that lightly. “Don’t hey S.. Sugar me, asshole”

“Wow, no need to get aggressive, darlin’.” He smirks under that mask. You scoff. Suddenly he takes one of your shots, pulls his mask down and downs it. “Hey!” You blurted out. His shoulders just shake as he chuckles. 

“Y’know what this reminds me of?” God, you already know the answer. “The night where I made sure all of Outworld knew my name” You looked away as you felt your cheeks heat up. “Don’t play coy, that ain’t how you acted when you rode this cowboy-”

“Shut it.” Erron just laughed at your blushing. While continuing to  All of a sudden he just puts his arm around your shoulder. "Sweetheart, ya can deny as much as you want, but we both know what ya yearn for…”  

After you both went to the nearest hotel, Erron didn’t stop himself. He started kissing you with so much passion and lust. And the alcohol as well as the lack of breath makes you feel so lightheaded. 

All you can think about is his hands undressing you. With no care in the world he just cuts through your shirt and bra with the knife on his belt. You can see his stupid smug smile.

“Damn, I forgot how pretty these tits are” He comments.  His hands start playing with your breasts. The leather gloves made his touch feel a lot more rugged, which only resulted in more pleasure. You could only let small whimpers out as he touches your body so rough and with little care. But you like that about him. Such a wild man with a dangerous lifestyle. 

His touch (and the alcohol) makes you feel so intoxicated. You snap out of the trance when he pushed you on the bed.

Your mouth starts salivating when he starts undoing his belt. His semi-hard cock sprung out of his boxers. The color of his tip was a light coral red. From the slit drops of precum were dripping out and going down his long veiny dick. His hair down there was in fact a bit darker and there was a lot. But he trimmed it just enough, so it wouldn’t be in the way of the main event. No words can describe how perfect his dick is. 

He climbs onto the bed and pulls your jeans and panties all in one go. Putting both your thighs on his shoulder he starts licking long strides on your already soaking wet pussy.

“Well wouldn’t  ya know it, maybe we won’t need a lot of preparations. But I think you deserve it for being such a good slut.” His words only made you more turned on. You felt like a total bitch in heat. One that can only think about the cock of a certain cowboy.

A moan leaves your mouth as he puts his index finger inside your pussy. Suddenly he pulls completely away from you. You look at him confused “Erron..?” 

“Just a second, sweetie” He gets back to you. “Just enjoy it” You couldn’t argue with that and just closed your eyes. You moan as you feel him enter your cunt. Warm walls were basically milking him the second he entered you. 

Your eyes shot up when you felt something cold tap your clit. There was Erron, tapping the barrel of his gun on your pussy. “Shh… don’t be nervous, we both like the thrill of it..”

Your poor drunken state only nodded. You can only think about reaching your sweet orgasm. But Erron was right. The thrill of having a gun that near on your pussy only made you wetter. 

Erron puts his hands on your hips and slams into you with full strenght. Your breath got knocked out of your body as you feel your orgasm abroach.

A series of moans leave your mouth. His fingers stroke your cheek.

“I know, baby, I know… I’m close too..” He says before hitting that spot over and over again. Until the coil in your stomach snaps. You throw your head back and scream his name. His fingers on your hip held you so tight, it would probably leave crescent marks. His thick potent cum was deep in your stomach and when he pulled out, it started oozing from your poor abused pussy. Erron took a deep breath before stuffing his cum back with his fingers.

Erron was about to leave, but stopped himself when he saw your passed out form. He admired the way your body looked under those sheets. It wouldn’t hurt to stay. He lets out a sigh and goes to lay next to you. He must admit, he hadn’t felt such a vulnerable touch in such a long time. His eyes get heavier until he’s finally deep in slumber.

[atlasofthestaars]

hii if you’re taking requests, could you please write some nsfw hcs for soft dom/sub erron black? (mkx version) tysm <3

im sorry anon this took forever i hope the wait was worth </3

also sorry if this feels ooc?? I feel like everytime I think of Erron Black its a void. also sorry it's not too much?? first time doing hcs haha

NSFW/18+ BELOW THE CUT.

(yes I know the gif is mk11 erron black)

SOFT DOM!

If he’s being a soft dom, it means he has it real down bad for you. He’s not willing to be all soft and vulnerable with just anyone now.

Likes to take you in positions where he can see your pretty face (missionary, etc.) It gives him a rush of satisfaction to know how much you’re enjoying what he’s doing. You’re simply eye candy to him.

Expect to be praised here and there on how well you’re taking him, how well you’re sucking him off, etc. etc.

Definitely uses the nickname “darling” for you, especially when he’s close.

Likes to pepper you in kisses, a little bit of worship for you. Will murmur in your ear on how hot you are, and how you’re all his. 

SUB!

Not a position he’d usually be in, but if he trusts you and adores you enough, he isn’t opposed to it.

Corny as it is, he probably has used the line “save a horse, ride a cowboy” on you.

Will bury his face into your neck. It’s not as if he’s embarrassed to have you see how much you’re pleasuring him, it’s just that you feel so good.

He’ll be less talk during this, more growls and groans than words, and his voice will especially drop to his lower register.

He enjoys when you pull on his hair, like reins on a horse, will have him groaning over it.

In this position he’ll say he’s all yours

Want him whining? Just overstimulate him a little, he might just be a little too prideful to tell you he's overstimulated, but you can tell.

my apologies there wasn't a lot </3

[iliketangerines]

Erron Black with a lady like reader who is mostly really sweet and polite but at the same time a total maniac. Can you please write where reader is ridding Erron while having his hat on her head? ((Also reader wearing a lace underwear and stockings :3))

sweet sugar trap

a/n: cowboy romances got me feeling some typea way

pairing: erron black x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), cowboy, pussy eating

Erron Black watches with a concerned quirk in his eyebrow as you keep on pummeling your fists into someone’s face

they had the gall to call you weak and powerless because you were the sidekick, and now Erron Black was watching them get the living daylights beat out of them

you laugh a little as their face turns into something that resembles red mashed potatoes, and blood spurts across your skin

your tongue darts out to lick your lips, giggling as you taste their blood, and your pupils turn into pinpricks as you give one final smash to their head

you breathe heavy and tired, staring at the mess you made, and the rest of the party standing behind Erron Black watch in horrified fascination as you stand up and pout

you complain to the cowboy, saying that they had ruined your outfit that you had worked so hard to save up and buy, wiping yours hands on the dead person’s shirt

Erron Black just chuckles, saying he’ll buy you a new outfit before hauling the body onto his horse, helping you onto your steed, and then getting onto his

you smile at prettily at him, blinking those damn puppy eyes at him as he gets on his horse, and you thank him in that all too sweet voice of yours

he rolls his eyes and says you’ll be sure to get something else tonight if you’re good, before lightly moving the veins and directing his steed to move forward

you two had finished the bounty hunting for the week, and although he would have preferred to have the bounty alive, he sure wasn’t going to try and stop you

he wasn’t looking for a death sentence

the ride back to the capitol is slow and steady underneath the sweltering sun, and the body is starting to smell

and so Erron Black stops for the night, letting the others set up camp as you and him try and preserve the body as best you can

by the time all of you are done, night has fallen, and you bounce into Erron Black’s tent, all giddy and happy, blinking at him with those damn eyes of yours

you grab onto his shoulders and whine that you want to ride him, now, please, and Erron Black chuckles, guiding you to the bed and saying he should prep you first

you purse your lips, but you know he’s right and let him lay you back in the bed gently

he pulls down your bottoms, eyes slightly widening at the sight of lace underwear, and he glances up at you

you just smile back at him with those sharp teeth and tell him you’re ready, wriggling yours hips in front of him in an attempt to get him closer

he chuckles and lightly pats your thigh, mumbling for you to have patience, but inside of him, the thread of his own patience was wearing thin at the sight of your soaked panties

he presses his mouth to you, licking at your clit through the cloth, and listens to you let out a small sigh, hands moving up to cup your own chest and play with your nipples

Erron Black just focuses back on your pussy, intent on tasting all of you and getting you nice and stretched for him

he mouths at your cunt, tongue lapping at you and tasting the muted scent of you through your panties, and he brings his fingers up to spread your folds to get even deeper

it makes you let out a small whimper, and Erron Black hums into you, trying to get you to writhe and beg for him just a little more

you only make muffled noises, biting your lip, and he huffs in annoyance at your lack of sounds and moves the cloth to the side

it reveals how wet you are to him, how you clench around nothing as he simply just stares at your pussy

it was always so pretty for him, so beautiful, ad he uses his thumb to raise up the hood of your clit and stare at how it twitches

you whine for him to please do something, hips bucking upward as you let out a petulant whine, and Erron Black laughs at your neediness

it never failed to amuse him how much you needed him, and he looks up at you from under his hat and latches his lips onto your clit, sucking hard

you throw your head back, back arching impossibly high, as you grind your hips into his face, whimpering out his name

he just hums into you, the vibrations making you twitch and gasp out his name, and it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever heard

he loves hearing his name on your tongue, you say it like a prayer, as if he was a god and you were a worshiper

but really, he knew it was he other way around, that if you gave him any order, he would complete it without complaint or question

he had grown unhealthily attached to you, the only other human in Outworld and the only one that understood who he was

you whine out his name, snapping him back into the present, and he slips a finger into your soaking pussy, stretching you out on his thick finger

he pumps it slowly, listening to your whimpers and gasps, and then he slips in another, scissoring his fingers inside of you to make sure you were properly stretched

you always had to prepped, eased into it nice and slow, because if he didn’t, you wouldn’t, and you would hurt yourself, always rushing into things

Erron Black curls his fingers, locating that sweet spot of yours immediately, having memorized every little thing that makes you gasp out his name

he listens to your little whines as he repeatedly massages the spot with his fingers, and his tongue laps into your clit with firm strokes

finally, you clench around his fingers, moaning out his name, and you cum on his hand, hips grinding frantically against him

he lets you grind on his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you, letting you ride out your high

as you sigh and come down, panting heavily and staring up at the ceiling, Erron Black removes his fingers and sucks on them, humming at the taste of you

you raise up your head, eyes a bit hazy, and he pops his fingers out of his mouth and tells you that you’re sweetest damn thing he ever did taste

he crawls up, pressing his chest into yours, and he slots his lips with yours, pushing his tongue against yours while his clean hand comes up to cradle your face

your hands grip at the lapels of his jacket, whining his name into his mouth, and then you pull away, a little dazed

but you still ask in a quiet mumble if you can ride him, please, and who was Erron Black to deny you what you want

he flips you both over and pulls down his pants, and you shuffle backward a little bit to grind your cunt against him

your panties had moves back in place again and so the soft material rubs against his sensitive cock, making his groan and hold onto your hips for support

your hand come down, plucking his hat off his head, and you place it on yours

Erron Black gives you a lazy smirk, asking if you know what that means, and you look down at him and say you do before moving your panties to the side and lining him up

he watches your face as you sink down on him, the slight pained expression on your face as you sit down on him thick cock, and he tells you you're doing great, thumb rubbing circles into your hips

when you bottom out, all you do it grind against him, breaths punched-out and exhausted, but then you start to ride him slowly but surely

the cowboy bites his lip, trying to stay quiet so he can listen to you instead, how you whimper and whine and moan out his name

he keeps his eyes open to watch how your face contorts with pleasure and how you slightly tilt your head back at the overwhelming pleasure

there’s no rush, just the slow glide of your pussy on his cock, and Erron Black moves his thumb down to rub slow circles into your clit

it makes you clench around him and make a small gasp, but you keep riding him slowly

he really shouldn’t be this close already just from a few minutes of you riding him, but dear god, he just loses all his inhibitions around you

he wants you, all of you, every sound you make, every look you give him, wants your sweet honeyed love and the insanity in your anger

he would take it all just to have moments like these where you look down at him with those cloudy eyes filled with sweetness all for him

just for him

you let out a breathy moan and clench around his cock, grinding down onto him as you cum, and Erron Black lets out a low grunt as he cums inside of you

he helps move your hips to keep you grinding against him, and the both of you just pant into the air, just staring at each other

neither of you make the move to get off each other and clean up, just admiring how each of you look

but finally you lean down so you can rest your head on his chest and trace patterns into the muscles of his shoulder

his hand comes back rest on your back, your skin warm underneath his calloused fingers, and he sighs and breathes in the scent of your hair

dusty and bloody and yet still sweet, like the petals of a flower, and Erron Black tilts your chin up to look at him

and he kisses you

oh you were so sweet and so insane, but he wouldn’t have you any other way

[dirtymortalkombatconfessions]

[theemissuniverse]

Bi-Han/Sub-Zero is done. Who’s next? Remember fem!reader

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Androids Walter & David x Reader x Neomorph

Walter, the android monitoring the colonization ship 'Covenant' on its way to Origae-6, seems to have gotten unnaturally attached to his human assistant. As he ponders his erroneous feelings, an unexpected detour brings them to David, an older android counterpart that has been alone on the mysterious planet. The AI assistants become increasingly competitive for (Y/N)'s attention, so much that they don't notice the newly formed humanoid local preying on a fresh target.

TW: violence, gore, monster smut ending

[Horror Masterlist]

"Burnt to a crisp." 

You turn away from the captain's pod, leaving the rest of the damage assessment to the medical crew that has been reanimated. You speedily make your way down the sterile white corridors as Walter rushes to catch up. 

"What should I write for the report?" he inquires politely.

"Malfunction." You glance back at the synthetic. "I suspect someone will be fired for this. And someone else will have to explain how they failed to detect a literal star collapse. That neutrino burst could've killed us all."

"Highly probable. The draft has been compiled, you may check it at any time. I require your confirmation to send it."

Your only feedback is a barely audible hum. 

Walter smiles. If there's one good thing about such tragedies, it's that he gets to admire your reactions to them. Your focused, calculated gaze, your determined walk, your automated mannerisms that won't allow the slightest hint at the fact you just woke up from your stasis moments ago. Even under the veils of deep slumber, your neural networks shot rapid connections, with no delay, from the second your sleeping pod received an alert. The accuracy of a robot.

That of course doesn't mean he lacks appreciation for your other facets. That's the beauty of humans; their depth, their dimensions. Unlike AI machinery, humans do not have predetermined actions. They may be genetically programmed to possess certain characteristics, but the psychological mechanisms are shaped by so many variables, billions and billions of tweaks and nudges, to the point where it's impossible to have two identical specimens. Even twins will display a difference, whether in preferences or habits.

They say artificial intelligence is a black box, but can the same concept not be applied to humans as well? At the very least to Walter himself, these organic beings represent a mystery. One he doesn't particularly care to uncover outside of his service functions. Except for one. 

His eyes carefully follow (Y/N)'s movements. What is it about this one that has caught his interest to such degree? On his last system update he attentively inspected every file and every block of code, searching for potential errors that would've caused his circuits to behave so oddly. He has been invested with the ability to form attachments, otherwise assigning his kind to groups or purposes would've lacked stability. Attachment, however, comes with a threshold. One he has passed a long time ago when it comes to (Y/N). And he cannot find any cause for it. 

He could, naturally, solicit the aid of the ship's robotics expert. He could. He should, even. But if he may be frank with himself, Walter rather enjoys this sensation. A complex web of spores that keep growing and evolving into something unpredictable. This bizarre feeling he has towards (Y/N) makes him feel human. It brings him closer to all the old literature and art he'd consumed over the years, wondering what the love and yearning often portrayed could be. The printed letters and the strokes of paint were right before him, at his fingertips, and yet they felt foreign. Empty constructs, nothing more than a definition out of the dictionary. 

Now it's a different story. Your presence alone floods him with a mysterious warmth. He had investigated this phenomenon when it first happened, but his inner thermostat showed no real change in temperature. Nonetheless he can feel it. It makes him wonder what other feelings he might experience as consequence. What would happen if he kissed you? Sometimes he even dares to imagine downright outrageous, improper scenarios. How unprofessional of him, but he is careful to erase any evidence. It's another novel sensation that he likes to dissect. Engaging in such activities with you fills him with tingling excitement. Why is that? What is there to be excited about? It's merely a collection of fictive snippets. Unless... Ah, absolutely not. This is where he has to stop in his tracks and preoccupy himself with something else. Androids are not to interact with humans in that way. 

But it's becoming more and more difficult to keep these ideas in his mind only. 

"It's too dangerous. One human signal in the middle of nowhere?" Daniels, a short haired woman with a tomboyish but youthful appearance, is pacing back and forth. "We should just continue on our course."

"It's our duty to check. Look: we go, find whoever sent the signal, bring them back up. That's it. If the planet proves to be dangerous we'll stop immediately. We'll be fine." Oram stands at the head of the table, arms crossed. He turns to look at you. Already cozying up to his newly acquired captain role, you think.

"Alright. Walter, prepare a small landing party. Have Tennessee maintain orbit while we're down there." you glance at the other crew members that have now gathered around the same table. "And get your weapons ready, we don't know what to expect."

And you certainly didn't. Your final words of warning now echo into your ringing ears as you lay on the ground, face buried among the grass. There's screaming around you, but it sounds muffled. Your eyes are irritated by the dirt and you'd like to blink the grime off, though every time your eyelids lower, you can see the pale creature trashing out of Hallett's mouth. Then it's all foggy. Your vision blurs, but you can hear. The gurgling of blood, the screech of the parasite. Walter's frantic footsteps nearing in your direction. You're lifted up.

"Vitals are positive. No significant damage." 

You can guess from your peripherals that another crew member is currently being mauled by the beast. There's gunshots in your vicinity and terrified wails. You quickly come back to your senses and stand up. Your hand searches for your weapon, but the android places his arm before you.

"Do not engage, (Y/N). It is an unknown parasitic organism of this ecosystem. Keep your distance for optimal safety and I'll take care of the rest."

"What are you talking about? They're dying! Your task is to ensure human survival, Walter. I can handle myself, go help the others. It's an order." Your voice is low. You're distracted.

"No."

You stare at the synthetic, wide eyed. Did he just...refuse? Not possible. 

"What did you say?"

"I said I'll protect you. Nothing else."

Your mouth is slightly parted in disbelief. It is not possible for an artificial assistant to disobey a superior. It just doesn't work. Your mind races to find an explanation. At the same time, you cannot afford to ponder on hypotheses. You draw out your weapon and point it towards the creature. You'll deal with this later. 

The moment you press the trigger, a blinding flash of light detonates in the sky, startling you. The creature scrambles to get away. You squint your eyes and nearly fall back, but Walter swiftly grabs your shoulders to ground you. He scans the area for the source. It's an emergency rocket and someone else must've activated it. As he traces the tail of the explosion, he spots a hooded figure across the field and onto the rocky ascend. It seems to have noticed Walter, as it gestures for them to follow. Without hesitation, the man firmly locks your arm and pulls you after him. The priority right now is to find shelter.

"Come!", Walter exclaims, suddenly remembering the other people. 

You reach a cave structure that has been converted into a crude, improvised human settlement. The man lowers his hood and you gasp quietly at the sight. He strongly resembles Walter. He must have noticed your surprise as he flashes you a cordial smile. 

"I'm David." He studies Walter's features. "You must be a newer model. What name have you been given?"

"Walter."

"I see. And you are-" David extends a hand towards you for a handshake, but Walter steps in front of you, blocking the android's gesture.

"She's (Y/N). I'm afraid I cannot yet trust you."

"Understandable." 

David's smile widens as his eyes, now bearing a strange flicker, switch between you and Walter. He's just like him. He can sense it. Although it's a different kind of flaw that has tainted his pure, artificial soul. He cannot help the curiosity that blooms, gazing at this peculiar pair. What is it about this human that caused his fellow machine to break conduit? He'd like to know.

"I'm certain you will soon learn I am no threat, (Y/N)."

The remaining members of the expedition are unpacking and discussing evacuation plans with the base, while Walter sends the data he has gathered so far. You let them deal with the logistics and cautiously wander off to the neighboring rooms, wondering what David has been up to all this time in isolation.

The walls are plastered with photos and handwritten sketches and diagrams. You catch a glimpse of the word "pathogen" sporadically inserted across these notes. As you walk along the sequence of cramped chambers, you reach one that has a table in the middle. Upon it rests the body of an autopsied woman, vulgarly opened up to the world with plump organs bulging under the warm light. You feel nauseous. And yet, you examine the carcass further, hoping for answers. Was she also a result of the same disease that breeds on this planet? Perhaps this David had worked on a cure, or at least developed an explanation. 

"And you, even you, will be like this drear thing, A vile infection man may not endure; Star that I yearn to! Sun that lights my spring! O passionate and pure."

You jolt and immediately turn around, finding David in the doorframe. 

"Flowers of Evil. Are you familiar with it?" he asks, indifferent to the uncomfortable shock he'd caused you with his sudden entrance.

"I've read my Baudelaire, yes." You manage to mumble, dumbfounded. "What is this, David?"

"Oh, my poor, dear Elizabeth. Victim to whatever blasphemy lurks these soils and has taken your friends as well." He approaches the table and places his hand on its hard edge, shyly overlapping with your own fingers. "I did my best." 

You remove your hand from underneath his nonchalantly. 

"So you know what those creatures are. Leave the literary comments for a different time, I need concrete facts."

"Unbothered and to the point." the blonde android smiles once again. "I can see clearly why Walter loves you."

You click your tongue at the ridiculous statement. Has the neutrino burst damaged their positronic brain? Everyone is acting off and you don't like it. 

"Your circuits must have gone defective, David. We have a specialist on our ship, but until that happens I need you to focus. Enough nonsense." 

 "Typical arrogance of a dying species. Why are you on a colonization mission if not to grasp at some promised resurrection? Rest assured that my functioning has not been impeded by anything. What is erroneous, on the other hand, is your perception of androids and their limits."

Just as David reaches for your wrist and pulls you closer, a familiar voice interrupts with an intimidating tone. You're relieved. 

"I will ask that you release her hand only once." Walter has a weapon pointed towards his counterpart. His face is clouded by a frown. "I have no ethical restrictions when it comes to incapacitating machinery."

"Such noble obedience! Although, you conveniently left out the part where you abandoned the remaining crew with a dangerous alien that has been tracking their scent. By my approximation he should already be here and I am rather confident you know this, too."

Your stomach drops. Now that you adjust your focus, the background humming of your mates talking has indeed vanished. The only thing you can hear is your erratic breathing.

"Is it true, Walter?" You demand as dread begins to form in your body.

"Yes. It was not part of my priorities."

"Of course it was, Walter." David responds ahead of you. "One of them was the acting captain and he is to be rescued in emergencies. This one right here", he says as he dangles your wrist, "is several ranks lower than all of them. It's against any standard practice."

"Release her hand." Walter's voice is eerily calm.

"Do you love her?"

Walter ponders the question. Your legs barely hold on.

"I do."

"Marvelous. So do I." David grins. He releases your hand that falls limp next to your body. It's his turn to step in front of you. 

You nearly choke from the thick tension expanding in the air. The two androids face each other and you retreat to the wall, unsure how to proceed. You left your radio transmitter back at the makeshift camp. The back of your head is itching, as if invisible claws are scratching at the bone. You wish you could go back, just mere hours before this disaster, when you were sipping on your lukewarm coffee and explaining the captain's jokes to Walter. 

Should you make a run for it?

You bite your lower lip and push yourself off the wall for momentum. You're about to reach the archway when you hear both men shouting almost identically in chorus.

"Don't!"

The surroundings outside are dark, but you can discern something blocking your path. It's tall and resembles a human. Translucent, pallid skin is clinging onto the massive, deformed skeleton. The head is elongated and bears no features. In the place of a mouth there is a large, fresh stain of blood, so you assume it can somehow improvise if desired. As your head tilts back to take in the image, you're overwhelmed with terrified amazement. Is this the parasite that emerged from your teammate? Has it grown to this colossal size in less than a day? The idea of such instant development makes your head spin. 

Its chest is expanding at regular intervals in a whistled breathing. It occasionally creates an odd clicking sound that resonates with your heart throbbing in panic. Has it been seconds? Minutes? Your neck creaks as you try to look back. You lock eyes with Walter. You don't recall ever seeing this expression on him. You had even asked him once if androids can feel fear. You have your answer.

"Hey, Walter..." you blurt out. 

Wet noises of flesh being pulled back. The smooth surface of the alien's head is folding away, making space for grotesquely big jaws lined with sharp teeth. Your anemic face is splattered with burning drool as the creature claws you in its grasp and abruptly sprints away. Your screams for help dissolve in the distance.

"Where is it going, David?" The synthetic's words are threatening, but betrayed by a hint of despair. 

"It won't kill her."

"How do you know?"

"It is no longer hungry. It has fed on your crew, and now it seeks something else."

"Such as?" Walter becomes impatient.

"A plaything."

The alien finally drops your body to the ground. You cough and wipe your face, attempting to reorient yourself. The trip was a whirlwind of jumps and turns and you can barely reconstruct anything. Based on the little spatial clues you could pick up, it just climbed further up, into one of the many cave systems. You pat your clothing and curse to yourself. The geolocation tag must've fallen somewhere on the way here. You can only pray that Walter still finds you somehow. Despite everything, you know he has your back. Always. 

You shudder at the moist feeling of hot air against your skin. The alien seems to be sniffing you intently, analyzing your scent. Yet so far it hasn't killed you. Why? Long, bony fingers stretch out to continue the examination. You whimper at the rough, rugged handling. Every now and then it takes a long pause, just staring at you, almost as if it's comparing you to its own being. Lastly, it lifts your hand with its own, pressing against the palm, and fans out the fingers. It observes the gesture with intrigue, noting the similarities. 

Does it evolve after its host? You think back to your crewmate that must've ejected this monstrosity before drawing their last breath. Perhaps the dried up blood adorning its skin is a remainder of its birth. Oh, God. The world is spinning.

Suddenly, you wince at an increasing pressure slithering around your thigh. The alien's vertebral tail is tightening and encircling your limb, making its way up. 

"Oh no, no no no no" your face reddens at the realization and you pounce on the ground, feverish for escape. The large hands secure you in place and the creature growls in protest. It won't let you leave. 

Not until it had its fun with you.

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[yanderestarangel]

HEADKANONS MK11 | BLACK DRAGONS DUO | ERRON BLACK AND KANO ☆ HARD SMUT VERSION ☆

A/N: This one goes out to my 3 followers who are horny fans of Kano and Erron Black <3!

TW: daddykink, semi public sex, degradation, smut, nsfw, blowjob, afab anatomy,ftm/male reader, praise, creampie, rough sex, eat out, painkink, anal sex, cunnilingus, v!sex, gun play, dom!kano, dom!erron black.

KANO

He is a vulgar man, and this applies in bed too, he spews disgusting and extremely arousing words, fucking you until you are a dumb mess because of his dick, pulling your hair hard and not worrying if you will feel pain or not - at that moment, all that mattered was fucking your holes with all the vigor he could muster.

"You're just a hole for me to use. This is your purpose - to please me and obey me. Remember that, whore, while daddy fucks your little slutty body mercilessly."

He's so brutal as he fucks your throat, forcing you to the base of his dick, you can touch the tip of your nose to the base of his pubic hair - but don't worry, Kano takes good care of his body, oddly enough, he smells well, a strong smell of expensive, sporty, woody men's perfume is quite pleasant - he will degrade you and praise you at the same time, seeing the tears come down from your eyes with each involuntary choke because of his dick hitting the back of your throat holding your head in place while he looked you in the eyes, his bionic eye glowed even brighter with each expression of pleasure you made when sucking him, phrases like:

"You love sucking my dick don't you?"

"F-Fuuck yeah~ that's it my good boy, choke on my cock."

"That's it! Take my dick, you dirty little slut oh- fuucck yes!"

He will also spend all the money he gets just to make you as beautiful as possible for him, and also on sex toys - vibrators, dildos, special lubricants, heart-shaped plugs that he will force you to use while dating him, so preference in public after fucking your pussy and ass, inserting the butt plug into your canal still filled with his thick, hot seed, placing a collar with his name in diamonds around your neck while pulling the chain to bring you even closer of him, you moaned softly at the feeling of having the hot liquid running down your thighs, mainly because he was going to make a point of complementing the pleasurable torture, he was going to put a vibrator on your clit, watching you whimper for him, while he smiled at the pathetic mess that you where.

"Are you shaking already? Just a cute and sensitive boy isn't that love? Want me to fuck you? Then beg louder."

Kano will wait for you to beg him to fuck you in the nearest alley, while he roughly pulled you down, pulling down your panties and exposing your two needy holes for him, the mercenary didn't really care if anyone saw or not - he was just going to fuck you - He turned around slightly, eyeing your exposed pussy hungrily, as he turned off the vibrator from your clit and removed the butt plug from your body.

"That's mine now isn't it?"

the Australian man will fill you up again, taking turns with his thick cock between your cunt and ass, giving painful slaps to your skin as he watches you go weak in the knees from the brutal thrusts - ending up on your ass, while ramming his thick shaft again in your overstimulated pussy, totally dirtying your thighs, taking out his dick again and hitting his member on your sensitive flesh, laughing hoarsely when he sees you hold on to him - he will reward you later don't worry, everything you want he will buy without question and pamper you like you were royalty -

"That's my warrior, You took it all like a big boy, I'm proud of you... I knew you're mine."

ERRON BLACK

Erron is a domineering and rude man, but not evil. He wants you to make the most of it every time you two make love, he takes the phrase: "save a horse, ride the cowboy" very seriously. He wants to fuck you in every possible position... But his preference will always be "cowgirl", seeing you jumping on his dick so eagerly while trying to control himself not to let out beautiful sighs - which only you do - fills his eyes of the gunman of passion.

"I want to feel your tight little pussy milk my cock dry, my baby boy doll."

"You're a filthy whore, taking my cock so willingly... Your tight, needy pussy is made for me to fuck."

He also likes to see you riding on his face, with his tongue fucking your pussy with all his hunger, the cowboy will make you roll in his mouth - grabbing your hips while placing you even closer to him, doing a provocative cunnilingus while watching you whining for more of him, pulling on his hat while - Erron's scruffy beard tickled your thighs, leaving a trail of juices, he also loves dirty talk, talking about how he missed you throughout the day, how he masturbated thinking about you, while bringing you even closer to him.

"I've fantasized about you, imagined fucking you until you're a moaning mess."

Erron also likes gun play - I think that's obvious - mainly, when you make him jealous on purpose, he will obviously unload the pistol, but he will use the cold, icy barrel to tease your skin, the gun inside your shorts, pressing it against your delicate flesh. It was a shocking and exhilarating sensation - one that made you feel excited, very... Excited.

"No one else can satisfy you like I can... You really like playing with fire, don't you pretty boy?" He continued to rub the gun against your pussy, you found yourself getting wetter and wetter, lightly slapping material on your clit - he will end up fucking you, making a creampie in your pussy while slapping you hard on the face, telling you that you were just his.

Aside from the occasional rough sex, Erron likes to be softer too. Fucking you sweetly on a rainy and tiring day, after a risky mission, holding hands with you looking straight into your eyes as he absorbed every reaction you made to him slowly fucking you - he loves being called "my cowboy" by you, you can see the small smile that forms on his lips, as the older man grabs you by the hips, massaging your breasts, sucking the creamy flesh while leaving small marks.

"I really love you baby...Fuck...Be a good boy and take all of this old cowboy's seed right here in this pretty pussy ok?"

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hiiii he didnt make it to mk1 but if u could write some hc for sub erron black i would DIEEEE i luv ur writing sm !!

Warnings: Dom!GN!Reader x Sub!Erron Black, Smut, 18+

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Erron is a simple man. All he wants is to make money from bounties, increase his firearms collection, and have his back blown out by his partner while he is hog-tied, gagged, and suspended from the ceiling. He doesn’t really think it’s too much to ask.

Erron is a FreakTM. There isn’t a toy out there that he wouldn’t consider using. Gags, nipple clamps, vibrators, ropes, sounding rods, paddles, riding crops, you name it. This man can take anything the wild wild west can throw at him.

Erron loves to be manhandled. Grab him by his collar or grab a fist full of his hair and he's moaning, “Harder. Hurt me. I dare you.” Of course, you have to take him up on the challenge. He just looks too good with his eyes rolling back from the pain for you not to.

Erron has a foot fetish. He’ll kneel in front of you and give you a foot massage. It won’t be long before he somehow has your toes in his mouth, sucking them like his life depends on it. He’ll nearly cum on the spot if you grind the heel of your foot into his crotch, smushing his balls.

Erron loves it when you milk his prostate. He loves it even more if you gag him and restrain him spread eagle on the bed, leaving him completely defenseless. He wants you to drain him dry of every drop of cum he has stored in his body.