#and tomas just slowly sliding off of it

[chewbokachoi]

Smoke's Nobody Girlfriend

Tomáš: I've made a mistake. I can't risk her safety by bringing her into my life. Sareena: Well, guess you'll have to do something to come off as boring. Syzoth: Or a weakling. Tomáš: Thanks, guys. Sareena: What if one us pretends to be dating you? Syzoth: Yes! I could go to the store and say I'm courting you! Tomáš: No. Sareena: I could do it. Tomáš: NO. Sareena: Wait, I have a better idea--what if we both pretend we're dating you? Syzoth: Yes! It would be perfect! Sareena: One on each arm! Syzoth: Two against one--she'd be intimidated and back away! Tomáš: please stop talking The Enenra: ...Actually she'd take that as a challenge rather than something intimidating. It'd just encourage her. Tomáš: Where is the mute button on everyone

[maxillness]

🇳🇱 || FU In My Head || MV33 x Perez!twin!Reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap, Google translated Spanish, yearning, oral (m)

Wordcount: 1.4k

He knew it was wrong. He knew he had to stop, but god did it feel so good

Imagining her body while her jerks off, was the worst sin he’s done to date

Imagining it was her hands on his cock on his own

Imagining her mouth on his cock as he comes

Imagine getting fucked by her as he laid in his bed, coming down from his orgasm

It didn’t help she showed up at the garage or motorhome, he couldn’t exactly tell her to leave, he couldn’t actually tell her anything, as he would stutter rapidly every time he caught her scent in his nose

“Good job, Max” She said, coming up behind him, touching his waist softly, making him turn his head towards her

“Thank you” Even just the two words he couldn’t get out, stuttering too much

“You seen my brother?” She leaned her head closer to his ear, the talk of engineers and mechanics filling the motorhome

“He’s in his drivers room” Surprisingly he could get his words out in an understandable voice

“Thank you” She let go of his waist, walking towards Checo’s drivers room

“¿Alguna vez vas a hacer un movimiento?” Are you ever going to make a move?. She slid down the wall of the drivers room as Checo spoke to her in that loving brother tone

“No pienso” I don’t think so. She said taking a sip of the water bottle he had given her

“¿Por qué no? Obviamente le gustas” Why not? He obviously likes you. He sat down on the couch opposite to her, leaning back

“Lo sé, pero quiero ver cuánto tiempo le toma a él mismo hacer el movimiento” I know, but I want to see how long it takes for him to make the move himself. She sighed, putting her head against the wall

“Eso nunca va a pasar y lo sabes” That’s never going to happen, and you know it. He said, chuckling, almost laughing

“Si quiere meteres en mis pantalones, tiene que decirlo él mismo” If he wants to get in my pants, he has to say it himself. She said smiling, sliding her legs up to her chest

“Eres algo tuya” You’re something of yours. She didn’t listen to his comment when she heard small whines from the other side of the door

She knitted her eyebrows together as she listen “Please. Fuck, yes” Followed by a small moan

“¿Qué?” What?. He asked, seeing at her confused eyes

“Nada” Nothing. She looked back up at him, picking another subject to talk about than the previous

She tried focusing on the conversation with her brother, but she could still hear into the room behind her

“Please, fuck. Yes, just like that. Y/N…” The moan that came from his lips indicated he came with her name rolling off his tongue

“¿Quieres que te lleve de regreso al hotel?” Do you want me to take you back to the hotel?. He asked standing up from the couch

“No gracias, primero necesito hacer algo” No thank you, I need to do something first. She said, standing up as well, groaning slightly at the pain in her lower back

She waited until Checo had left before she knocked on Max’ door to his drivers room

He opened the door, his face turning all shades of pink as he saw her standing there with a slight smirk on her lips

“Can I come in?” She asked, thickening her accent purposely, watching the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he sank

“S-sure” He said, opening the door wider for her to enter

“Did you have a good wank?” She asked, sitting on the small table in the room, watching the way the blush turned deeper

“Did you hear that?” He asked, almost impossible to hear his words

“All of it, darling” She smiled, crossing her ankles, pushing her chest out, looking at him with eyes filled with filth

“All of it?” His eyes looked into his shoes, hands into his pockets of his jeans

“Get over here, amar” She said, spreading her legs, giving him space to stand in between them

She slowly walked over to her, never once looking up at her. She hooked her finger under his chin, forcing him to look up at her

“If you wanna get in my pants, tell me” His hands was placed on either sides of her thighs, too close for him to think straight

“What?” His words were stuck in his throat, hurting to get out

“Tell me. Tell what you’re thinking about when you’re alone” Her hands was placed on his waist, pulling him closer, lips almost making contact

“I won’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me what you need” She said when he didn’t speak

She leaned in, lips so close of any of them spoke, their lips would graze each other

“Please… I want you so bad. Thinking about you every time I’m alone” He almost let out a whimper when their lips touched

“Good boy” She leaned in, their lips colliding.

He kissed back immediately. Her hands went to his jaw, pulling him into a rougher kiss, his own hands coming to rest on her waist

She forced his lips apart with her tongue, making him gasp slightly. He whimpered at the feeling of her tongue against the walls of his cheeks

Her hands traveled from his jaw, down his torso and landed under his shirt, making him shiver at her cold fingers

They only parted when she pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it at the ground

She went back to kissing him, but this time at his neck, drawing on low moans from him

“I-i can’t keep- Shit… Quiet” He let out a quite louder moan when she started sucking at his skin softly, making him cover his mouth with his hand

“You fucking better” She got off the table, grabbing his wrist, taking his hand away from his mouth “I don’t know how many people are left” She smiled, guiding him back towards the couch

“Sit” She forced him down on the couch, drawing out a huff from him “Buen chico” Good boy. She said, going down on her knees in front of him

He held his breath as she unbuckled his belt, looking up at him through hooded eyes, pure lust in her eyes

He lifted his hips so she could pull down his jeans, his boxers as well, helping him step out of them, throwing them with his shirt

“Tan bonito” So pretty. She said, kissing his inner thighs, making him spread his legs apart, giving her access to scoot in between them

“Please” He pleaded as she grabbed his hips, pulled him closer to the edge, her face just in front his rock hard cock

“Patience, chico” He whined, but it was soon replaced with a moan when she softly licked the tip of his cock “Quiet” She said, voice stern

“Jus’ feels so good” He grabbed the edge of the couch, knuckles turning white from the force as she drove back to lick softly at him

Her nails was digging hardly into his skin, surly making marks for him to see tomorrow, for him to feel tomorrow

He tried keeping his hips still, but he felt the need to buck them once her tongue started swirling around his tip

“Please… Stop teasing” His eyes was shut closed, mouth hanging silently open, head thrown into the back of the couch

She gave in, hollowing her cheeks, taking all of him in, making him hit the back of her throat, gaging around him

He shivered at the vibrations, feeling the pleasure in all of his body. The moan he tried to hold in, came out as a whimper instead

“Please… Feels s’ good” His thighs shook, almost trapping her body between them

She sped up, holding her hair away from her face with one of her hands, the other still roughly around his hip

“Fuck, please… Y/N, please” His words were breathless as he started twitching in her mouth

“‘M close” He managed to keep his sounds at bay, only letting out small whines

Her tongue dragged up his vain as she went up, which pulled him over the edge, whole body shaking as he shot his cum down her throat, barely able to contain his moans

She helped him down from his orgasm before popping off him, swallowing his cum and standing up

“Are you okay, cariño?” She asked, kissing his forehead, the sweat covering her lips

“Mhm. Fine” He opened his eyes, taking her hands and kissing the back of them “Thank you”

“Anytime, bebé” She smiled, helping him getting his clothes back on

[seraphmeraph]

Decided to change it up a bit

Headcanons - Lin Kuei brothers

MK1 NSFW headcanons of Tomas Vrbada, Kuai Liang, and Bi Han.

TW: oral sex, p in v, praise kink, gn but might be a hint of afab, rough sex, degrading.

A/N: feel free to send requests cause I can't think. I didn't proof read again so sorry about that

Tomas Vrbada • Smoke

Needs constant reassurance when you guys get intimate.

You can't stay quiet around this man because he's gonna start overthinking and believe that he's not pleasuring you enough.

"Am I doing good, my princess?" Tomas asks, his voice laced with worry, his head buried between your thighs, lapping away at your heat. If you don't praise him, he'll get sad. "Please, are you feeling good?" He says, trying his hardest to hear your compliments, curling his fingers inside you.

He is literally so scared of hurting you; he immediately stopped and comforted you the first time he heard you whimper. Even after you tell him it's just a response, he still peppers your face with kisses, telling you how good you feel wrapped around his cock.

Tomas doesn't hold back with his volume, moaning and groaning in your ear. This guy definitely whimpers if you tease him enough.

He was gentle yet quick with his thrusts. "Mmph!" He bit his lip, feeling himself nearing his release, but he wanted to prolong your pleasure. "So warm…" He moaned into your ear.

Kuai Liang • Scorpion

Kuai Liang cannot keep his hands off you, even in public. He often tenderly holds onto your waist, playfully whispering suggestive things into your ear.

"I can't wait til you take this dress off," Kuai whispered, his warm fingers digging into your skin.

He loves it when you make marks on him, of course, where nobody can see. Scratch at his back, give him hickeys, love bites. He loves seeing your markings on his body.

He goes feral for cowgirl. Seeing you bounce up and down on his cock, the way your heat sinks down perfectly onto his dick. It's his favorite position, and you can tell by the way he moans and grabs at your body, touching you all over.

"You're doing wonderful," He groaned, mesmerized by how your heat swallowed his cock. "Just like that, my love." One hand grabbed at your breasts while the other rested on your thigh.

As you approach your climax, he'll tell you how much of a good girl you are and how much he loves you. He'll basically walk you through your release.

Bi Han • Sub Zero

He loves making you beg. He will edge you for hours to hear you whine and whimper his name.

"Bi-Bi Han," You choked out a sob. "Please, please let me come," You tried to reason. You were sat on his cock at his desk as he wrote something on a scroll. As you tried to wiggle, his grip was tight on your hip, keeping you in place.

"Be a good whore and stop moving," He sneered. "Maybe if you beg enough, I'll let you."

He gets jealous VERY easily. Seeing a man strike up a friendly conversation with you? His hands will be wrapped around you in seconds. As soon as you both are in private, you better pray. It's going to be a rough night.

Loves hair pulling, spanking, and leaving hickeys on you.

He presses his hand against your stomach to feel himself sliding in and out. It drives him crazy and makes him impossibly more possessive.

Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, he'll make the room chillier, ice forming under his fingertips. Occasionally he'll make his cock cold, groaning as your pussy warms it up. When he comes in you, you'll feel a cold and cool sensation in your stomach.

"Such a good slut, all wet and ready for me," He spoke, as he slid his dick in between your folds, teasing you. His tip was cold and made shivers run through your body. He slowly entered you, your warmth enveloping him.

[iliketangerines]

fuckkk the electrostim tease with raiden in "heaven on earth"???? pleaseeeeee write the followup where that happens I'm begging u 🥺🥺 i think while all the earthrealm champions get their turn, no one would dare challenge raiden if he gets possessive over the reader...he'd love to fuck her senseless and plug her up with his dick while they can only watch him stake his claim on what's his <3

hope u have a lovely day tang 🥰

heaven on earth pt. 2

a/n: man, reader really going through all the earthrealm defenders here

pairing: johnny cage, tomas vrbada, kuai liang, harumi, bi han, liu kang, raiden x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), slight somnophilia, praise kink, deagradation kink, dacryphilia, blowjobs, pussy eating, vibrators, overstimulation, finger fucking, creampies, breeding kink, spanking, light bondage, nipples play, electrostim

ever since that day, the champions have had their fun with you, fucking you and teasing you until you whine and drool for them to fuck you

Tomas and Johnny Cage often came together to visit your room, waking you with Tomas licking into your wet pussy and fucking you on his tongue while Johnny sits next to you and presses a vibrator into your clit

they love to just watch you write underneath their ministrations, and oftentime, Johnny will just strap the vibrator to your puffy clit and watch you sob as Tomas fucks you on his tongue and his fingers

Tomas grinds his hips into the mattress, coming untouched as he moans into your pussy and whines about how good you taste for him

you can’t do anything but moan into the air as tears prick at your eyes as Tomas curls his fingers into that sweet spot inside of you and makes you see stars

he fucks you on his fingers, stretching you nice and wide as your cum and wetness drip down onto the bedsheets and stain them, and Johnny plays with the intensity of the vibrator

he pushes it to the highest setting to hear you keen and whine in overstimulation as you sob, but he loves to ruin your orgasms, turning off the vibrator as your pussy clenches down on Tomas’s fingers and watching you cry

Johnny loves being just a bit cruel to you and watch you beg for him as your eyes grow more and more glossy through the remainder of the session

he strokes his own hard cock, teasing the tip and spreading his pre-cum along his shaft as he watches Tomas eat you out

Johnny groans loudly as he watches tears drip down your cheeks, and he has to bite his lip to keep himself from cumming into his hand

finally, Tomas parts from your pussy, the lower half of his face covered in your juices and your pussy swollen and sore

Johnny leaves the vibrator strapped to you as he flips you over so that you’re on your hands and knees

he moves you so that your face is pushed into Tomas’s groin, and Johnny’s dick grinds against your drooling pussy

he slides his cock against your pussy folds as Tomas pulls out his cock, and you whine as you wrap your lips around Tomas’s tip and suck

the assassin throws his head back and whines into the air as you trail your tongue up his cock, pressing your tongue into the vein on the side and suckling on the tip

Johnny turns up the vibrations on your clit, and you nearly buckle if it weren’t Tomas holding your head up with the grip in your hair and Johnny holding onto your hips

Tomas slowly bobs your mouth up and down on his cock, groaning at the feeling of your wet warm mouth wrapped around his sensitive length

Johnny finally lines himself and pushes in, and you moan around Tomas’s cock, making the assassin tug at your hair and his hips to jerk into your mouth

you gag slightly and look up at him through wet eyelashes, and Tomas groans as he starts to slowly fuck into your face, telling you that you’re doing so good, so pretty for him

Johnny is no better, digging his fingers into your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he fucks into your tight pussy, the sound of his hips slapping against yours filling the room

he grunts out that you’re so tight, so warm for him, and he reaches his head down to press the vibrator into your clit

you keen, and you pussy tightens around Johnny’s cock as you cum again for what feels like the umpteenth time that night

you cry as Johnny keeps fucking into you, growling our that you’re so good, so so good for them for letting them fuck you like this

Tomas whines as he buries your nose into his pelvis and cums into your throat, and you try to swallow it all

a few drops fall from the corners of your mouth onto the bed, and Tomas wishes he could take a picture of your flushed face, lips stretched around his cock

Johnny’s hips grow erratic, and Tomas slips out from your mouth and lets go of your hair

you collapse immediately, face smushed into the sheets as Johnny fucks into you ruthlessly, the new angle letting him bully your sweet spot over and over again

you sob into the sheets and claw at them as your cunt clenches on his thick cock, and Johnny moans as he buries himself deep and pumps his seed into you

the both of you pant, too tired to talk or comprehend the world around you two, but Tomas walks back with some water and apple slices for the both of you

the three of you fall asleep quickly

Kuai Liang visits you with Harumi usually, and he fucks into you from behind as you pleasure his wife, whining into her cunt as Kuai Liang rubs fast circles into your clit

she coos and pets your hair as you try to fuck her on your tongue, but you’re too distracted from how Kuai Liang grips onto your hips, leaving bruises and burn marks

Harumi tugs on your hair to being your attention back to her, and you whimper and go back to giving her pussy attention, sucking on her clit and placing long flat licks on it

she tells you that you’re so good for them, doing such a good job of pleasuring her, and you whine into her cunt, making her bite her lip and let out a soft moan

Kuai Liang grunts loudly as he buries his cock inside of you, his seed burning you from the inside as he fills you with his cum

your greedy pussy clamps down on his cock as you cream all over him, and you double your efforts, desperate to make Harumi come with you two

she throws her head back, spreading her legs a little wider as you moan and suck on her sensitive clit

you bring your fingers and slide them into her pussy, curling them to try and find her sweet spot, and when she lets out a little moan, you massage your fingers into it

her grip on your hair grows tighter and her pants grow more labored as her hips grind into your face, and she throws her head back as she cums on your face

you gladly lap at her pussy, needy to taste her, and once she’s done, she brings you up to kiss her deeply

you whine into her mouth and melt into her touch as Kuai Liang comes up behind you and kisses your neck

sessions with Bi Han were nothing like the sweet nothings that Kuai Liang and Harumi gave

he fucks into you ruthlessly, hand pressed into the small of your back for a deeper arch, a hand icing over as he grabs onto your hips

he fucks you on his cock ruthlessly, making you sob and cry out in pleasure as your hips twitch away from him because of the overstimulation

he removes his hand from your back and spanks your sore ass and tells you to be a good bitch and stay still for him

his balls slap against your clit harshly, and it sends stars flying behind your vision as you whine into the sheets and clench down on his cock

he groans as you cum on his cock once again, and he buries his cock deep inside of you and spills his seed inside of you, his cum dripping out of you from how many times he’s bred you

he pants into the air, but he’s still hard inside of you

and you whine as he starts to fuck you again, muttering about how he needs to breed you, see you round with his children like some bitch in heat

you cry out into the sheets as he spanks you again, mind going blank as he fucks you through the night

even Liu Kang has his nights with you

he just loves to tease you, tying you up so that your legs can’t close and your hands are tied up and away from you

you’re blindfolded and whine as he latches onto your puffy nipples, swollen from the earlier teasing

your pussy drips onto the sheets, needy and wanting any sort of friction, and your legs twitch together but the ropes keep them apart

Liu Kang chickles at your attempts and just tuts at you before going back to lavishing your chest in attention, sucking hickeys and leaving bite marks all over them

he holds your chest in his hands, admiring how they’re covered in his marks before he slides a hand down to trail through your pussy folds

you sob and your hips jerk forward, trying to get him to fuck you on his fingers, anything, but he just pulls his hand away and waits until you go still before going back in

he doesn’t rub your clit, just spreading you open over and over again to watch your cunt clamp down on nothing and rubbing your pussy lips or the inside of your thighs

he does this for hours before he finally fucks into you slowly, thick cock stretching you out as you sob in pleasure, whispering out endless thank yous as your mind goes blank with pleasure when you immediately cum on his cock

but none of you had expected how possessive Raiden grows over you

he visits you every night and covers you in his marks: your neck, your chest, your hips, your ass, your thighs

he sucks deep dark hickeys into you and bite marks everywhere he could, and his fingers always dig hard enough into you to leave his bruises everywhere

he always has you spread before him, one hand lifting up the hood of your clit while his other thumb rubs against your clit and sends small jolts of electricity through the sensitive nub as he fucks you on his fingers

you always whine when he sends every jolt through your swollen clit, and your legs twitch around his shoulders

he smiles at your reaction, cooing at you and saying you’re doing so well for him, such a pretty little thing laid out before him, taking his fingers so well

you can’t help but grind your hips into his fingers as he sends another wave of electricity through your clit and has you cumming on his fingers and over and over again until you beg him for his cock to fill you up, to stretch you out

when he’s finally done seeing how you jolt and twitch as he shocks you, he pulls out his cock, slicking himself up with your wetness that pools on the bed, and he fucks into you

he always sets a brutal pace, tip ramming into that sweet spot that has you keening, and you claw at his back as he whispers praises into your ear

he tells you that you’re so so good, so obedient and compliant with him, so deliciously reactive to his little touches, and you whine at the praise, mind going blank as pleasure overwhelms your senses

he wipes away the tears dripping down your cheeks and kisses you, making your head spin as he presses his tongue into your mouth

one of his hands going down to rub your puffy clit and shock it to have you whimpering into his mouth and clenching down on him as you cum

he smiles at your reaction, craning his head down to kiss your neck and mark you once again as he continues to fuck you on his cock and rub your clit

he always has you cumming on his cock multiple times, rubbing your clit to feel your cunt spasming around his thick girth, before he even thinks about filling you up

and when he does, seed spilling into you and filling you up, he always stays in, even as his cock softens, and he stays inside all night, keeping you filled with his cum

the days pass, and he’s almost always around you, a hand on the small of your back or a arm around your shoulder

the others find it hard to get near you as every time they do, he’s always there, shooting them a glare as the electricity in the area crackles

only Kung Lao can ever get near you, and even he’s not to be alone with you ever

they watch as Raiden takes full claim over you, and he makes sure they know it when they catch him rubbing your stomach once day and kissing it softly as you smile down at him

[flomelias]

mortal kombat ; them giving head!

requested by no one! afab reader. includes tomas, mileena, & johnny cage. warning for nsfw. fandom masterlist found here. ♻️ . . . author notes: reuploading this from an old account of mine :p had to make this new house a home somehow. enjoy!

tomas vrbada!

— probably has a map of your pussy etched into his brain. he knows every square inch of your body as if it was his own, so it’s only natural. he loves eating you out just as much as you love getting eaten out. tomas is more than willing to stay in between your legs for hours on end, making you cum over and over. if you get off, he gets off. that’s all he cares about. hearing you moan and feeling your legs squeeze against his head is just a bonus.

— he loves to serve you, so he doesn’t mind doing whatever you ask him to do. he’s extremely skilled all on his own though, so tomas doesn’t necessarily need any guidance. he’s a sensual lover for the most part, slowly dragging his tongue across your clit and occasionally pressing kisses to it, as if to worship you. with him, it’s all about building up to something a bit more.. exciting. you’ll notice the change of pace once he slides his tongue inside. he’s never really rough unless you specifically request for that, but he’s not exactly slow like he was before.

— his tongue will dart in and out, teasing you almost. tomas has a not-so-small thing for bondage, but if his hands happen to be free then he’ll hold onto your thighs, gently rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs when he’s not busy gripping for support. the assassin also enjoys when you have your legs on his shoulders or wrapped around his head, urging him closer to your already wet pussy. he tries to keep noises to a minimum but occasionally you’ll hear him licking and sucking anyway.

— tomas finds it extremely cute when you squirm and buck, forcing his tongue deeper into your cunt. trust me when i say he’ll lap up everything like a dog once you cum. he doesn’t let any drop go to waste unless it’s there to decorate his lower face. as you pant, he’ll slowly lift his head up, a small grin on his face. he’s got a hazy but happy look in his eye despite the fact that the lower half of his face is coated in a light layer of your cum. “mm.. you look so pretty,” he’ll murmur, admiring you while you admire him. tomas will never get over how gorgeous you always look after an orgasm.

— he’s surprised though to feel your hand against his head, urging him back down to your pussy. silently, you ask him for another round. when you feel his tongue playing with your clit again, you know the answer’s yes.

mileena!

— though she doesn’t enjoy receiving oral sex much, she’s more than willing to treat you to the time of your life. she’s eaten people more than she’s eaten people out, so she only has a small amount of knowledge on how things work. even if she had all the experience in the world of giving head, though.. well.. mileena has never eaten you out before. you’re different. you’re special.

— she’s curious as to what you like. do you prefer things to be slow and sensual or would you rather her be rough? would you like her to spit on your clit, as if she’s disgusted? would you enjoy her softly blowing on the sensitive bundle of nerves laid out beautifully in front of her? these were the things that go through her mind as mileena spreads your legs, taking in everything about your pussy.

— she’s almost experimental at first, kitten licking your cunt as if to tease you. she likes the way your legs shudder against her. when you whine, she grins. you moan and groan every so often too. she decides that she likes hearing you like this, desperate for her touch. she does more to hear your noises, letting her tongue play with your every flap. she may even gently nip a few times— she’s learning a lot from this. she learns that you like it a lot when she teases, though you tend to whine and beg for her to do more. when she does do more, mileena quickly learns that you’re prone to bucking into her like an animal. she doesn’t particularly like that so she just holds you down the best she can.

— if you can learn to control yourself then she’ll let her hands wander. she’s a boobs type of gal, truth be told. she enjoys touching your breasts when she can reach them. if she can’t, that’s okay. your ass will do just fine for now. she’s a little noisy down there, but she’s sure you don’t mind… your hand grips her hair as you let out a final moan, releasing yourself all over her tongue and mouth. mileena pulls back, forcing you to watch as she tastes your cum almost curiously. she licks her lips, staring you in the eye. it’s.. good. she uses her thumb to wipe her lower lip before licking up any excess from your wet folds.

— she lifts her head again, looking at you and soaking in your pleased expression. “again,” she says, telling you more than asking you. despite her bossy tone, she pauses on the way down, waiting for your confirmation. it’s only once you say yes that she eagerly begins to lick at your pussy again.

johnny cage!

— he eats your pussy like it’s his last meal on earth. i’m not joking. there’s a hint of desperation in the way johnny noisily sucks and slurps at your cunt. he’s a little rough but he never does more than you can handle. ask him to calm down and he will. his hands will hold you gently while his tongue goes to work on you, nearly abusing your clit. every piece of your pussy is given ample amounts of attention.

— cage can’t help but love the way you writhe against him and all the noises you make. the way you grip his hair and squeeze your legs against his head as his tongue navigates your insides makes him harder than he already is. he didn’t even know that was possible! he wonders what he’s done to deserve such a heavenly chorus of moans from you, moans that get increasingly louder with every move he makes. ah, johnny adores you. every jerk, every shudder, every whimper, every moan— he adores all of it.

— he’ll convince you to sit on his face at least once. he wants to be nose deep in your sweet, sweet pussy. god knows he deserves it. he’s had such a long day and it would mean so much to him.. please, just this once? he’s strong enough to take it and you both know that. it doesn’t matter your body size, really, he doesn’t care. he’ll hold onto your ass as you sit, grinning all over himself. cage enjoys this position a lot more than most others but if you’re not into it then he’s willing to leave it behind in his daydreams.

— it’s only after he licks up every last drop of your cum that he lifts his head up, a lazy grin on his face accompanied by hungry eyes. his mouth is messy because he doesn’t care enough to clean it. johnny takes a moment to appreciate the hazy look in your eyes, the way you pant like a dog in heat in an attempt to catch your breath. “one more round?” he’ll ask, smirking up at you. it’s amazing how he always manages to fluster you, even from in between your thighs. “i promise i’ll be gentle. i just want to taste you again.”

— with cage it’s more often than not more than one ‘round’. he always likes it when you beg for him to fuck you despite the fact that he’s made you cum several times already with just his mouth alone. he loves the desperation in your voice but even more so he loves that he’s the one to make you feel this way. johnny thinks that if he can’t pleasure you, then he’s not doing his job right. after all, he’s yours just as much as you’re his.

[yanderestarangel]

♡ 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚 ♡

a/n: version with kuai liang here ♡

TW: angst, smut, ftm reader, aggressive sex, crying, overstimulation, v!sex, ride, unprotected sex, tomas begs for your forgiveness, afab anatomy, not reviewed.

He was always a kind, sweet and helpful man, you and Tomas lived a peaceful marriage - practically a dream marriage - however, after Tomas learned about his brother's betrayal with the lin kuei, with his father and all the rude treatment from older brother, he just lost control.

But with the wrong person.

You didn't even have a reaction as you watched Vrbada come home and freak out, breaking some things and yelling at you in the process - generating an argument between the two of you, you were both obviously hurt, so Tomas only realized the mess he had made at the wedding when he went sleeping outside the house that night, covering his ears as he heard your cry in his head.

He came back in the late afternoon of that day, with a tired face, eyes swollen from crying and above all, a look of redemption for having hurt you. He saw you sitting on the couch, also hurt and bruised - but it was his fault - and he needed to fix that.

He sighed deeply, not wanting to argue with you, but needing to talk this out "-My love, please. Let's sit down and talk about what happened. I know I lost my temper and said things I shouldn't have. I didn't mean any of it."

Tomas sat down on the couch next to you, his hand reaching out to touch yours gently. "-You know how much you mean to me, right? You are the light of my life, my beautiful boy. Please, don't push me away like this. I want to make it up to you. I promise I won't lose control again. I need your forgiveness sweetheart... " His voice trailed off as he looked at you desperately, hoping for some sign of understanding or mercy from you.

You just let the tears come out in anger, as you left Tomas, going to take a shower and try to relax, but you knew that your husband wasn't going to give up. His heart sank as he saw you that way. He knew he had hurt you deeply and was sorry for it, he follows you to the bathroom, giving you space to get comfortable.

"-I'm so sorry. Please, don't be angry with me anymore." He entered the bathroom carefully, trying to give you some space while still wanting to comfort you. "-You will always be my husband, no matter what happens between us."

He slowly took off his clothes as he got close to you, placing his hands on your body, massaging your wet skin, while whispering in your ear. "-Forgive me, please. I need you. You are my entire world."

He leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips gentle against yours, trying to convey his feelings through his actions. Tomas slowly pushed into your wet pussy, feeling your body respond to him despite your anger. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself. "-You feel so good my boy." Tomas growled against your neck, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he drove deeper into you, enjoying the feeling of your wet pussy surround his throbbing cock.

You moaned against him, while he held you in his arms, resting one of his thighs on the side of your body, stopping you from falling - you said you hated him, but he didn't stop, pushing his shaft more and more into your pussy, the head of his cock hit your cervix several times, directly in your sweet spot.

"-That's it baby. Let it all out. I deserve your hate." He said between gritted teeth, his dick sliding in and out of your tight cunt. "-You can fucking hate me as much as you want. Just let me make you feel good, let out all your anger (Y/N) Release it on my dick Aaah- Fuuck, I love you-"

"-Say my name little angel. Say 'Tomas.' " His voice was hoarse with desire "-Tell me you love me too..." But you denied it, still conflicted with the feelings you felt for him - his heart fell when he realized that, every time you made love, you screamed his name, but that time you didn't - He continued to pump into you, his dick swelling even more as he felt his climax approaching.

"-I love you so much my baby boy. Please don't hate me anymore." He cried and growled through his tears, his cock swelling inside you as he reached the edge of orgasm.

"-Say it! Tell me you still love me!"He brought one of his hands to your face, as he looked you in the eyes, his blue eyes were full of tears, which ran down his face. His grip on your face tightened as he continued to fuck you, his hips moving faster and harder, driven by a combination of desire and desperation. "-Say it. I Beg my pretty boy..." Vrbada breathed heavily into your ear, his tears falling onto your neck as he fucked you with all his might. You couldn't help it, moaning his name like a mantra as the sounds of his thick shaft echoed through the bathroom in your pussy - "Tomas, Tomas, Tomas..." - you moaned loudly as your hips brushed against his crotch, searching still more contact with him.

He moaned loudly, his lips open, as he sped up, his balls slapping your ass. He collapsed onto your breasts, his cock still pulsing inside you, spilling thick jets as he spoke "-Yes Yes Yes! C-cuming Mmm-" desperately from the overstimulation of his member.

Tomas gave a few thrusts to prolong the pleasure, while still whimpering against your soft skin, he took a deep breath, trying to catch his breath. "-I'm sorry for everything I did... I'll do anything to make things right between us." He refused to leave you, afraid of losing you again, like sand in the desert. Tomas held you close, his arms around you as he finally found peace amidst the chaos of his emotions. "-Please stay with me, you are my husband. I need you more than ever." His voice was soft and gentle, the tears drying on his chest as he held you close.

"-Let's start again. Together..."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[aweina]

౨ৎ. PEACHES & CREAM ( 17 + ) ; raiden

tags gn reader. caught masturbating. hand job. oral sex. food play. hair pulling. friends to lovers. + 2k words.

based on this ask

the straw basket you held was snug in your grasp, filled with assortments of glossy apples, fuzzy peaches, and ripe lychees. it was all of raiden’s favorite fruits — something you learned from tomas’s daily commutes to your family’s fruit farm.

a bad fever. you distinctly traced back to kung lao’s words, a bitter look animating his face every time he spared details about raiden’s current sickening state. a layer of cold sweat covering his skin, unusually complaining about muscle aches, and his appetite only consisting of a glass of water and some good sleep.

that was bad. raiden has never gotten sick in all the years you’ve known him. he wore his skin like armor — resilient and adaptable to any weather. but with the current heat waves passing through the condensed village, it only made sense for the hardworking farm boy to be too stubborn to miss a day in the cabbage fields.

nevertheless, you admired raiden for his work ethic, but most importantly his compassion and kindness. he shined so bright when there was a smile on his face. hearing his gentle voice made your eyes flutter shut and soothed throughout the whole day. your crush on the farm boy couldn’t be anymore obvious, but it seems your subtle flirting and wandering eyes went unnoticed for years.

you gently pad through the zen garden, minimal with white rocks and gravel that held the warmth of summer — your scandals were neatly placed by the entrance, footsteps much softer and less damaging to the wooden platform. raiden’s home, blared with midnight silence all while the vicious heat waves irritably hum in your ears, making you flush under your thin garments.

drop off the basket and make your way home. that was the plan.

but your nerves heightened at the source of warm light that bled through the sliding doors — shadows of objects inked all over the paper panel. it was raiden's room. he was awake?

slowly, you got closer, softly step towards the light with a nervous grip on the straw-woven handle. you froze in shock when you heard a strangled sound coming from the other side of the panel. one step. the sound was suppressed, lodged deep in his throat. closer. a rhythmic wetness, in sync with your racing heart. in front of the door. with a hoarse voice, your name desperately fell off his lips as a gushing sound followed after.

with a shaking hand, you curiously slid open the thin panel.

it’s raiden, he just jerked off on his bed while he moaned your name.

before slipping his strained hand past the waistband of his soiled underwear, he restlessly opens his eyes and sees you standing there.

did he come so hard that he was hallucinating?

it took an awkward second to realize you were in fact, real. immediately, raiden frantically covered his lower half with the bunched up covers beside him — his usual kind eyes filled with the fusion of embarrassment and guilt. if it weren’t across his room right now, raiden would’ve used his straw hat to avoid your unreadable eyes — preferably forever.

“i – uh – i can explain,” raiden finally sputtered with desperation. he was stressed, darting his wavering gaze over to the fallen fruit basket to your terrifyingly neutral expression.

he looked away, gazing down at his fidgeting, haphazardly wiped hands.

“i’m truly… truly sorry about this. you must have been uncomfortable hearing all that – if you wish to never see me, i’ll make sure to —“

“are you still sick, raiden?”

your tone was even as you entered the humid room and slid the panel door shut. he flinched at the sound of your footstep, even more so with your lack of response to his apology.

“i – i’ve recovered well…” his words seemed to fall into silence as he looked up and watched you slowly bend down and take a peach from the floor, peeling off the fuzz with delicate fingers.

“has any of madam bo’s remedies worked well for you?”

one side of the peach was peeled off, a bead of sweet juice running down the plush fruit. it gleamed under the warm lantern light and made raiden swallow in anticipation.

“yes… they have made great improvements to combat my sickness, although… i’m still suffering from a headache.”

thinking about his lengthy absence, away from his responsibilities in fengjian, away from the sense of community, away from you, led him to a troubling spiral that left his head pounding with an intense ache. touching himself seemed like the only solution at the time, especially when his worries about you transformed into a lustful yearning.

you nodded in acknowledgement, the peach extract now ran down your arm — tacky on your dewy skin. to his surprise, you took a generous bite from the fruit, the delicate floral flavor coating your mouth. a gush of juice ran down from the corner of your lustrous lips, prompting you to take a finger and catch the leftover juice, only to apply it over your lips like a sweet balm.

raiden concentrates on your alluring movements with wide eyes, thankful for his previous panicked behavior to hide his shameful actions, only for it now to hide another painfully confined boner.

pressing your sticky lips together, you tread towards the small bed to take a seat on the edge, far from the farm boy’s reach. but with you much closer than before, raiden’s rapid breathing was apparent. he’s nervous, yet there’s a sense of urgency coursing through his stiff body. he could crawl towards you if you wanted him to, he could even set aside every ounce of his pride to beg for your touch. but then your question made his flush pink while the sudden surge of blood pumping through his veins made his cock twitch.

“mind if i try one of my remedies?”

your voice is so sweet and intoxicating, replacing all his senses with sexual desire.

raiden nodded frantically.

“o – of course, please do.” then you smiled for the first time of the night.

you crawled towards him with need, immediately latching your mouth onto his. raiden sighs in relief, sloppily kissing you back in desperation, the taste of peach on the tip of his tongue. eagerly, he lapped his pink muscle over your sweet lips. his favorite fruit coating your lips, tasting it with his own mouth — he must be dreaming. you whimpered at his gentle licking, eyes fluttering shut to memorize each caress of his tongue.

to close any space between the two of you, raiden pulls away the covers and guides your flushed body to straddle him. your weight sealed tight against raiden, his hardened cock brushed along your own clothes wetness — a choked groan escaping his lips all while you swallow them into a searing sugary kiss.

in need of some air, the both of you were panting heavily as you pulled away, a shared dazed expression on each other’s faces. you were the first to laugh, lips swollen and glossy from raiden’s eager tongue. he joined in the break of sexual tension with a small chuckle, the essence of peach was still sweet on his palate. you smile warmly as you gently brushed threads of long black hair away from his flushed face — cradling his warm cheeks into your hands.

“is it fine if i continue?” you whispered against his lips, leaving a plethora of sweet pecks in between each word.

“i could never deny you.” he confesses with no sputter or hesitation to his words — genuine and sweet.

by the elder gods, you wanted to make him feel so good.

you smiled wickedly as you leaned back and adjusted yourself, grinding agonizingly slow and hard against his hot erection. raiden hisses, rough hands suddenly firm around your waist for leverage. the dimly lit room felt more humid than before, filled with desperate pants and heady sweat. summer’s heat waves didn’t help the fact that the both of you were burning with desire.

you began to undress from your silky robe, the patterned fabric pooled by the side of the bed. raiden fondly stares at your bare body, starstruck by your natural beauty. before he could remove his own damp clothing, your nimble fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt — exposing his heaving chest. for as long you’ve ever known raiden, a shirt clung onto his frame. never once showing an ounce of skin further than his collarbones. but this was something new. a well-toned stomach from his training with madam bo did him wonders. but with his even, golden tan shows that he does in fact train without a shirt — maybe after all this, you can accompany madam bo’s vigorous training.

but for now, your hands and lips ache to touch raiden everywhere. eagerly, you began to leave a trail of wet kisses and love marks all over his exposed body. raiden begins to groan with every scrap of your teeth, hands clinging desperately on his bedsheets. you smile at his impressive self-restraint, pulling away occasionally to fully memorize the details of his body. to the soft moles that scatter along his dewy marked skin, the deep contours that drew his frame, and finally the trail of coarse hair running his navel. he was perfect — so perfect.

raiden notices your intense gaze over his exposed form and shyly averts his eyes away, the grip on the cloth bed sheets giving him some stability.

you placed a sweet kiss over his navel, trailing down further as your cheeks began to graze his pubic hair, erection bumping against your chin.

“nervous?”

raiden shifts at your question and cutely nods.

“i am, but … i want to continue.” he has been waiting for this after all.

you nod at his words, hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband as you carefully drag down his pants. raiden lifts his weight a bit to give you easier access — a comedic look on his face when his cock accidentally slaps your cheek when his waistband reaches down to his thighs.

“oh. i - i’m sorry.” he faintly chuckled in embarrassment, shrugging off the shirt to let it join the rest of the clothing on the floor.

you shook your head when you disgraced his pants, sitting up briefly to reach towards the nightstand.

“your excitement shouldn’t bring you shame.”

the half-bitten peach felt soft and sticky in your grasp, still supple with sweet sap.

“it just needs to be taken care of.”

raiden’s eyes perk up at the softened peach and immediately shift towards his cock. are you going to –

a sudden coldness kisses his swollen, oozing tip, dripping down on his shaft. raiden immediately moans at the foreign feeling, the delicate scent of honeyed sweetness seeping on his skin. your hands squeeze the peach a little harder, getting every ounce of sticky sap onto his twitching cock. running the fruit dry, you discarded it on the nightstand and began to run your hands down his length at an agonizingly slow pace.

your name falls prettily out of his lips with every careful pump — hips moving desperately to meet your hand. with his cock much more sensitive from the new sensation of a sticky essence and his previous orgasm, he was sure that he wouldn’t last much longer. sensing raiden’s peak, you pulled away — his hips sputter for a moment until they fell back onto the bed. raiden tried to compose himself, his shallow breaths brushing against your flushed face, progressively becoming more stable.

“don’t cum just yet, i haven’t even gotten to taste you.” you jested, shifting on your knees so that you’re at head level with his cock.

“your skill makes it hard for me not to.” raiden breathes out, a small smile on his face.

you playfully roll your eyes, brushing your hand over his fingertips — urging to guide his touch. curiously, raiden follows your gentle hold onto his long fingers until you thread them through your scalp. as he was a fast learner in combat, so was he in the bedroom. with a firm grip, raiden tugs onto the back of your head. you smiled at his new sense of confidence, the hesitation in his touch much more rough with assertiveness.

without a word, he slowly guided your mouth down onto his cock — the warm air replaced with a scorching wetness.

“shit.” raiden curses, a rarity in his usual vocabulary. his dark brows pinched together, strands of hair falling from his bun. “you are amazing.”

the small praise made your mouth water, dissolving the juice clung onto his length. raiden allows a few seconds for you to relax your mouth and begins to bob your head along his cock — careful to not let you gag just yet. the sweet taste of ripe peach and bitter precum laid deliciously over your tongue, twirling over his tip with every tug at your scalp. whimpers of your name escaped raiden’s lip as the sleek sounds of your filled mouth were in sync with one another. with your mouth adjusting to the forgiving pace, you began to suckle and moan around his cock — sending extra sensations for raiden to feel. he bites back a groan, overwhelmed by the feeling of your mouth and the perfect view of his hand gripping your messy hair and glossy eyes eagerly looking up at him.

even like this, he honestly found you to be breathtaking.

“you are so beautiful. oh. it just feels so good –“

raiden tilts his head up, his cock beginning to twitch in your mouth. the heady taste of cum and peach puts you into a mind numbing trance, intently suckling and licking down his length. suddenly, you gagged at the sudden graze of his tip, noticing how much further it is down your throat. your senses suddenly flood back into you, his low whines and groans much more clear.

“i – i’m close — so close.” raiden warns, his restraint begins to slowly chipping away as his grip begins to leave your scalp tender, his pace backing more grueling with each hard thrust of his hips, making you choke and tear up.

you grip tightly into his thighs, steadily breathing through your nose as his cock continuously plunges down throat. the coil in your gut burns with greed, ready to take his load. the fast building tension came so quick, you knew instantly that he was there. and with one final thrust, raiden calls out your name, hot cum spurting down your bruised throat — coating your mouth with a salty, peachy taste. his body jerks in overwhelming ecstasy, sweat collecting around his brow bone dripping down his neck. his cock softens in your mouth, making your breathing less restricting. the death grip on your scalp exchanged to a comforting massage, gently guiding your mouth to detach from his cock with a lewd pop.

your eyes met, his much more apologetic and filled with worry. as yours was filled with a satisfied haze.

“are you feeling okay?” raiden whispered in concern, making the effort to pat down the messy strands of your hair. “i was too rough on you, i’m sorry about that.”

you shook your head, laying your head over his stomach. raiden sighs in relief, although his brows still knit with concern.

“i’m fine. what about you? is your headache finally gone?”

raiden tilts his head in confusion, until he realizes what you mean. he lightly chuckles, continuing to caress your head adoringly.

“it is actually,” he genuinely admits, eyeing the crushed peach on the nightstand in amusement. “your remedy does work after all.”

you grinned at his teasing, slowly lifting up your whole body to grab one of the few sizable fragments of the fruit — pressing its sweet yellow flesh against your cum coated lips.

“if you ever feel sick again, i can try out other remedies.” you suggested, raising the sweet remnant towards his mouth.

his eyes light up before he gently grabs your wrist as he takes a bite, holding your unwavering gaze. he catches you off guard with a sudden short tug — locking into a tender kiss. raiden gently drags his tongue along the molars of your mouth and over your quivering lips. the taste of himself and the delicate floral sweetness surprisingly compliment each other.

he slowly pulled away, a trail of saliva between your lips gleamed under the warm light.

“then i hope my fever could last a little longer.”

© aweina : please do not copy, repost, or modify any of my content.

[sillygoosealert]

how about Smoke x Reader on their honeymoon?

Only one thing happens on honey moons.. sex

Only one thing happens on honey moons..٩(๑´3‘๑)۶

Tomas NSFW, AFAB reader, you were a dress for one sentence.

Muffled giggles and laughs can be heard as Tomas rolls around on your bed, with you trapped in his arms

You're in the Czech Republic- a sex hotel, in the Czech Republic

You both thought it be fun to try out something new

And what better time than now?

He doesn't get to see you nearly as often as he would like, he's a busy man

So when he can finally feel you up, he’s ecstatic

When he lays you on the bed he bites and sucks and kisses every part of your face he can

You giggle for him to stop- that it tickles but he only continues with a smile

His hands seem to make their way up your dress and takes it off

Then he just stares at your semi-nude body

‘What, is something wrong?’

‘No no, you’re just- really pretty’

You quirk your eyebrow

‘No just- I can't believe that you're letting me see you like this, I feel special’

‘You are special, to me’

He smiles at you while laying his head on your chest

You interlock hands and he starts to kiss your chest, sucking on your Breast slightly while mainly focusing on your nipples

He's grinding into you, rubbing himself on your inner thigh

He hurriedly takes off his pants while you finish taking off your panties

Then he cups your face while staring at you

‘Can I try something new?’

‘Okay..’

You're a bit hesitant and he knows, but he gives you a little slap on your thigh before placing his head in between them

He gives you a long lick up your cunt, feeling you grip his hair with your freehand

Going to your clit, he sucks on it and pops off with a loud noise

‘Was that good, did you like it?’

‘Yes Tomas, it felt good..’

He always makes sure you like what’s he doing- you enjoying how he makes you feel is one of the hottest things to him

He thinks you are wet enough for him, and he thinks he's ready to progress further

After spitting on your cunt, he lines himself up

Then he slowly slides in

‘You can move whenever you think you're ready’

He starts to hump into you, burying his head in your shoulder

You run your clit and hum into his hair, your other hand running along his back

He cups your face with one of his hands and kisses you roughly

Grunting into your mouth, he picks up the pace and whispers filthy things into your ear

You're both close and with a bite on your shoulder you both finish

‘I’m sorry about the bite baby, are you okay?��

‘It’s okay, I'm alright. Are you fine?’

He nods and very slowly peels off of you

Pulling you on top of him and wrapping his arms around you, the thought of another round or a bath is long forgotten

You are just enjoying each other, at peace with each other

You fall asleep, and what you do when you up doesn't matter as of now

Nothing matters, everything is still and you both are comfortable

Weak pull-out game fr 🎀

[skymoral]

Bi-Han x B!F Wife Reader

RELAXATION

Story: Bi-Han has taken y/n reader as there wife. Ever sense you confessed you had a crush on him sense the mortal kombat tournament as you watched him the competitors on the side-line in outworld. He found you annoying at first, but you didn’t let that stop you and eventually you slowly broke that icy heart. No one else has and he’s only a bit sweet with you, everyone else not really

You use to be one of Princess Kitana close heads of the kingdom. So you were use to many things as well knew a bit of combat, but a bit shy at showing it and other things

Summary: Bi-han was exhausted, as being grandmaster was time consuming and you missed your husband and wanted to do something to relax him

Tags: Fluff, Kinky, slight smut, dom!bi-han, sub!reader, breeding kink, romance

Side-note: I don’t proof reader, but hope you still like it anyway

Y/N was super excited to finally have her husband return. Although you noticed he looked tired and more grouchy then usual.

You were outside tending to your own personal garden Bi-han had his men make for you as you watch him from a far snapping at his brothers before storming off to you and his bed chamber.

Like the curious little person you are approached Kuai Liang and Tomas on the matter

“What happened?” You asked them

“Just another one of brothers episodes. All we were trying to do was help.” Tomas explained

“But all he does is bark insults dismisses our efforts to support him. I believe being grandmaster is taking toll on his sanity.” Kuai Liang finished.

“Let me have a talk with him.” You told them happily, they nodded and you all went your separate ways

Y/n went into there bedchamber’s, you didn’t see him in the bed. So he must have shut himself in his office. Which gave y/n an idea!

You had one of the Lin Kuai maids prepare a meal and bring it your bedchamber.

You started preparing a nice steamy bath lighting vanilla scented candles, that Bi-han loved ever sense you made them. You were pretty crafty when you lived with the princesses kingdom.

You had threw blue flower petals around the bed and some in the bath. You looked in the mirror fixing up your box braids in a nice ponytail. Baby hairs on 10 and adding light makeup.

Y/n wore a nice tight kinky lingerie under a transitional Chinese Hanfu silk garment. She stared at herself in the mirror in amazement

“Well don’t you look like a fucking snack! Bitches ain’t got nothing on this.” Y/n smacked her ass in the mirror before a knock came at the door.

The maids brought the foods and y/n grabbed the tray, and headed straight to her husbands office.

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You gently knocked with your foot on the door, hoping he had calmed down

Your hands slowly getting tired from waiting, he finally responded.

“Who Is It.”

“Your favorite little ice-cycle.” Y/n giggled quietly, because you heard a grunt. Bi-han knew only you would make those corny ass puns related to his power.

When he opened the sliding doors he was graced with you nicely decorated for him, with a tray of all his favorite dishes on it

Y/n noticed Bi-Han’s face softing up, you gave him the biggest smile. “I noticed you seemed a bit frustrated and tired… S-So I thought maybe I could do something to help my grandmaster relax and relieve him of his stress and duties.”

“Ooh, and does my precious vixen have something planned with evening.” Bi-han lifted your chin, you could literally faint from that voice.

“Actually I do, if my beloved grandmaster could follow me.” Y/n grinned walking past him, and sat the tray on the table.

You patted the spot for him to come and eat with you, which he obliged. Although you stopped him and told him that you will feed him happily.

Y/n had them lean back onto them and rest his head between her chest.

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The evening was going nice and smoothly, as you help your husband unwind. After the meal, he bathe you were scrubbing him down and messaging while washing his head. Which he melt instantly into.

Your actions were already getting him excited and hard, and he wanted to just take you right then and there. But you promised him something special once you’ve done all you wanted.

Y/n had him lay on his chest on the bed once he was done. You slowly stripped from the garment and grabbed some cream and special oil sitting it next to you on the side of the bed. As you straddled him on his back.

You rubbed some cream in your hands and began messaging it into and loosening the tightness in his muscles. You loved hearing the pleasure sounds out of him when you gave him messages.

“Does that feel good baby?” Y/n whispered seductively, messaging harder getting a pressure point, earning a ‘fuck’ from him.

You then put some oil on your chest, which was sliding in the middle of your core. You laid your chest on his back rubbing it on his back, while kissing his neck slowly and gently.

Which was the breaking point for him, switching the positions for you. Until you were under, Bi-han straddling your legs. Your hair now undone sprawled on the bed.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy!?” Bi-han glared at you with hungry eyes. You just looked at him smirking and slightly blushing. You weren’t going to lie you’ve been hot and bothered as well, and wet in between the legs.

“No, just trying to ease my husbands frustration… maybe I was so happy to see you come back, I wanted us to have a little fun as well.” Y/n but her lips blushing

Bi-han looked at how you were laid out for him, and was very pleased with your effort. As well as saw it as sweet.

You pulled him down into a passionate kiss, catching him off guard but then he slowly reciprocated making the kiss deeper. He slowly pulled away making you whine slightly, as kisses with Bi-han was heavenly to say.

Although you felt rip your lingerie with one pull. As he spread your legs further, making his member rub against your wet entrance.

“Well why don’t I show my appreciation for you being such sweet considerate wife… I will fuck you until sunrise, till you are passed out and fully marked by me inside and out.” Bi-han grinned wickedly.

“What if I get pregnant?”

“All the more better my love, seeing you walk around my child in your womb is a sight to behold.” He whispered in your ear voice even deeper, with his cold fingers roaming your body and gripping your breast.

Y/n knew this was going to be a long night but it was definitely so worth it

• Month Later •

“I tested positive as pregnant.” You said to yourself in the bedroom alone.

I hope you all in enjoyed it, there may be many text errors but I’m to lazy to proof read lol.

This was my first time doing a Y/N reader x character. Usually mines is like putting people from those worlds together.

But hope you lovely people like it still

[sylo-writes-stuff]

Good boy

Puppy!Tomas vrbada × reader

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Cw: puppy Tomas has ears and tail, gn reader, a fab anatomy, straight up horny, mentions of heat, heat, mentions of breeding, creampie, p in v, praise, pet names (puppy,good boy) and I think that's it

A/n: I made this drawing and had a really good idea, so uh enjoy. The Tomas brainrot is so real istg. I want to fuck him in every position possible. Requests are open don't be afraid to ask/request for any specific charscters^^

You're riding Tomas on the floor both of you way to horny to go to the bedroom. You're sat on top of him your original plan to ride him, but it seemed this horny puppy had other plans. He's whining and whimpering some being held back as he tries to focus on fucking up into you. His hands tightly holding onto your hips as he does so. He lifts up your sweater above your chest and just watches as they bounce from each of his thrusts.

His tail swishes from side to side as you hold the sweater up giving him permission. He eagerly pulls you down to his level so your chest is hovering over his face. He pulls you the slightest bit down as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth. You let the sweater go as it rests on his face, he looks so fucking cute like this. You can't help but reach up your hand to caress at his head "g-good puppy" you compliment his hips stuttering the slightest, you take note and continue "ta-taking such good care of me even when you're in he-heat, such a good boy for me~" you praise him as you rub at his ears, soft whimpers leaving him as he holds on tighter to your hips.

He let's go of one of your nipples moving to the other but uttering "I'm your good boy right? " before taking your other nipple in his mouth. His tail starting to thump on the ground as you mutter out an 'mhm'. His thrusts are relentless, you knew he'd have this much energy but even in the morning he's this energetic.

Your arms start to grow weak, you place your hands on his shoulders as you push him away slightly. You sit back to your original position giving your arms a rest for a bit, your sweater slides back down your torso a small whine leaving him as he sees your perfect breast dissapear.

His mind is soon plagued as he looks to where you two are connected. His head lowered down so he has a better view of where you two connect. He's almost drooling at the sight. You notice how his ears are droooped in a submissive way, you reach up your hand to rub at them which he leans into the touch. You then you lean your head closer to his ears and nip at it. The moan he let's out being chocked out as he basically ruts up into you cumming on the spot, his tail thumping on the floor uncontrollably.

You let out a surprised moan at the sudden feeling of being full. He tends to hold up on jerking off when he's about to go into heat, wanting to give you as much of him as he can. "S-sorry came sooner than I wa-wanted to" he pants out as he slowly thrusts up into you his eyes still focuses on the connection between you two, he watches as some of his cum leaks out of you. He settles for just fucking more of his cum into you, enjoying the sight.

One of his hands move from your hips to your clit as he rubs it in quick and tight circles. You jolt at the sudden stimulation placing your hand on the hand that's on your hip as you watch his hand. "F-fuck puppy, you-.....you don't have to " you say not in a selfless manner but knowing he'll be fucking you for much longer. Your hand moves to stop him feeling that coil tighten in your stomach. "I want to" he says as he holds both of your hands, he starts thrusting up into you with more vigor wanting to make you cum.

You try to stop him but your efforts are futile as he hits just the right spots, you soon cum. He let's go of your hands as you place your hands on his stomach looking to him with a slightly upset expression "f-fuck you" you say as a shit eating grin spreads across his face. "That was the plan" he says . The way he can switch from being submissive to dominant almost give you whiplash, almost.

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[euphoricbi]

a/n

welp, here's the baby,, hes my babyboy,,, i love him sm,, ALSO HE ALMOST CUMS TOO FAST. but he holds it back like a good boy <3. inspired by @starrluvs tysm for opening my brain.

written by your's trulyy... my pussy>>>

i just KNOW,,, he cums fast,,

honestly, he was a mess already. tomas' hands were covering his own mouth as you hovered over his cock. it throbbed in your hand making soft 'plaps' against your palm before you began sinking down. he lets out a long whine eyes fluttering shut, as he already helplessly thrusts upwards— causing you to push down on his hips.

you slowly grind against his lap, feeling his legs shake for a moment as he opened his eyes to watch you.

"Sho.. good..—" he mumbled against his palms, face flushed a bright red as well as his ears, a sheen coat of sweat covering his body.

"I haven't even started, baby." you whisper before letting out a small laugh, finding your balance as you planted your feet into the bed. tomas lowered his hands to your ankles, pouting as he looked at your pussy swallowing him whole— causing him to shudder.

"Ohhh fuuu-uuhck." his voice cracked— raising an octave as he tried to roll his hips once again to no avail. you move your hips in an 's' motion, already feeling his cock twitch inside of you. you lift your hips for a moment, a soft 'squelch' being heard before you sunk back down.

"Mm, fuck— wait, wait— 'm close." he huffed, eyes shutting tightly as he bucked his hips upwards despite you holding him down. you bit your lower lip as you began to slowly ride him, your ass making slapping noises as they hit his thighs.

tomas raised his hands to your thighs, squeezing as he leaned his head back, his hips helplessly rutting up into your heat— your hands entangling themselves in his short gray hair.

"Are you g'nna cum?" you asked, leaning your body just a tad forward, kissing at his jaw.

he nodded quickly, wrapping his arms around you, messily and clumsily fucking his cock into you, muttering pathetic 'sorry's' as he did so.

you lift your hips off of his, his cock rubbing against your thighs as he continued to keep trying to fuck into you.

slowly, he slowed his thrusts— glossed over eyes looking at you. you smiled as you leaned back, hands on his legs as you instructed him to put it in. he pressed his thumb to his cock, sliding the tip against your folds before lining it up with your hole— and thrusting up, inserting it.

you place two fingers on your clit, rubbing it in circle strokes as tomas watched you.

"I wanna cum with you." you huffed, watching his body shudder, his grip on you tightening.

your pussy clenched and squeezed around his cock, which caused him to let out a long whimper, his arm going to cover his eyes.

his cock twitched inside of you, emptying out all the cum he's been desperately trying to hold back. you felt so full, which in turn— allowed the coil in your tummy snap, your pussy pulsating around his cock— overstimulating your poor baby...

"Fuuuuckkk..." he whined out, some of his cum dribbling down his balls as he peeked at you from behind his arm.

"Did, did that feel good, baby?—" you asked, pulling his semi-hard cock out your pussy, which allowed tomas to watch his cum seep out of you— sending the blood straight back to his dick.

"Y-yeah. Sorry for cumming so fast..." he muttered, goosebumps coating his skin as you kissed his face, smothering him. he carefully grabs at your ass, his eyes looking away from yours.

"Can we go again... please?..."

he's so cute.. how could you ever say no?

[the-and-sign-anon]

The Third Independent: 1

Word count: 2,910

Series Masterlist

Vash the Stampede x Independent Plant! Reader

Three Years Post-Fall

You couldn’t really remember the Big Fall, but you would never forget the fear of hiding in the desert afterward. You always got a sickening feeling when you saw the humans, traveling between settlements armed to the teeth. Every instinct you had told you to run, to hide, to make sure no one and nothing could hurt you. 

For a time, that worked out. You watched from the dunes as Plants were discovered and used for their power, helping the humans scrounge up some kind of living. The Worms were your friends for a time; they seemed to enjoy the way you sat in silence most days, occasionally humming a song as old as your soul. If pressed, you could never say where it came from, but it was seared into your mind forever, so you taught it to the Worms and let the deserts of Noman’s Land sing like your people. 

The first time you allowed yourself true curiosity with the humans was when you spotted a pair riding tomas in the fading daylight. Something in you reached out, almost calling to them. For just a moment, one of the figures reacted, pulling their mount to a short stop as their head swiveled every which way. You ducked down behind the dunes, one hand over your chest as if to calm your racing heart. 

Despite your better judgment, you peeked back out at them after a minute, finding them moving once more, albeit at a slower pace. You followed for hours, brushing off the bugs that tried to shuffle you away. You’d made up your mind and you intended to find out what these humans were doing. 

As the stars lit up the sky and the desert wind grew cold, you focused in on the increasingly loud song of another Plant. How the humans had figured out how to follow one, you had no clue. But that was exactly where they were headed. You hopped along from dune to dune, ducking down whenever one of the humans looked around. Eventually, you took a chance and got close enough to catch a few words exchanged between them. 

“Kid, you’re freaking me out again. Quit doing that.”

“I’m telling you Brad, there’s something out there.”

“Yeah. Worms. And if we keep stopping every time you think you feel something, they’ll eat us.”

You scoffed softly despite yourself. The Worms just wanted food, same as anyone. Except you, which you supposed you were grateful for. Food was hard to come by out here, especially when hiding between slowly growing towns. It was a lonely existence, but not a starving one at least. 

The ‘kid’ whirled around to look in your direction and you dropped down to the sand once more. You cursed yourself for being so brazen and prayed that he’d just keep moving. After a few moments of silence, you slowly got to your feet and started moving again. If these humans were headed for a Plant, you wanted to know exactly what they intended to do with it. So you focused your mind on the voice and followed as quickly and discreetly as you could manage. 

The Plant you found was alone. There was no town, no bustling settlement. Just a few chunks of a fallen ship half buried in the sand. You crept in, your bare feet sliding silently across the unfamiliar, smooth metal. The old signs of humans felt wrong somehow, a broken reminder of what your people had been through in the Big Fall. It made your heart ache, even though you still couldn’t remember a thing about your own experience. 

When you reached the Plant, you dropped to your knees and pressed your forehead to the glass. Everything in you sang with joy at seeing one of your own kind for the first time you could actually remember. Your hands pressed to the glass as well and you couldn’t have fought off the tears if you’d tried. Your blurred vision lit up blue as your own Plant lines appeared in response to the Plant inside. 

You weren’t sure how long you’d been there when the humans arrived. Brad led the way, keeping a sharp eye out for any danger. His charge followed with a furrowed brow, trying to sort out what the strange feeling here was. He was about to mention it to Brad again when they reached you and the Plant. 

Vash was quick to grab Brad’s gun and lower it when he pointed it at you. While he usually deferred to Brad, he gave a firm shake of his head this time and stepped forward. His clunky boots gave him away as he watched your shoulders tense up. 

“If you’re here to hurt them, I won’t let you.”

He raised his hands slowly and Brad grudgingly stepped back. 

“The last thing we want is to hurt a Plant.”

You slowly rose to your feet, your lines lighting up the space around you. Vash, had he not known any better, could have sworn you were an angel. He was sure his lines never looked quite like that. He kept his hands up and offered his most well meaning smile. 

“We’re here to catalog them, then try to get them somewhere safer.”

You tilted your head and waited for him to explain. 

“They… they won’t make it much longer alone. You can hear it too, can’t you?” You nodded just slightly. “There’s a settlement nearby that could use another Plant.. and this one could clearly use some humans.”

His words rang true to you, though you weren’t entirely sure why. As far as you knew, you didn’t need humans. You’d never even been this close to them in what you could remember of your life. So why did other Plants need them?

“... You’re a Plant too… aren’t you?”

He obviously knew the answer, but he was trying to gauge if you knew it. You didn’t seem to realize he was, despite his clear connection to the other Plants. When you took half a step back and pressed your back to the glass, he motioned for Brad to give you a little extra space as he circled around to reach another side of the glass. Once he was close enough, he reached out a hand and felt his own lines begin to glow. 

Your eyes widened in surprise, shimmering with more tears as your lines grew brighter. The Worms spoke to you in their own way, telling you stories of the humans, but they’d never told you there were others like you. You’d never let yourself dream that there could be. 

“You…”

“I’m what’s called an Independent. That’s what you are, too. Why don’t you come with us? You can help us take this Plant to their new home.”

Brad tried to protest, then thought better of it. If Luida’s stray wanted to pick up his own stray, there was little he could do about that right now. 

“What will happen to them?”

“They’ll live longer than if we don’t move them. They’ll be with another Plant too, so they won’t have to be alone anymore. And the humans will take good care of them.”

You’d never allowed yourself to get too close to the humans for fear of them attacking what they wouldn’t understand, but if this other Plant- this Independent- trusted them, then maybe you could too. Just when Vash worried you might put up a fight or run off, you nodded softly and locked eyes with him. 

“I will accompany the Plant, Independent.”

He smiled sweetly and scratched the back of his neck. 

“You can just call me Vash.”

You nodded firmly and looked over to Brad.

“And the human?”

“That’s Brad. He’s safe, you can trust him.”

“I will trust you, Vash.”

With that, you helped take hold of the Plant and rig it to be pulled by the tomas. You declined the offer to ride with Vash, opting instead to run alongside the Plant itself. Dozens of bugs fluttered along with you, bobbing up and down and circling around your new companions as well. 

It took more than an hour to reach the town, but you were only a bit winded when you all arrived. Brad led the way, the tomas moving at a much slower pace as the handful of townspeople awake at such an hour parted to make space. You trailed behind, watching your surroundings with a critical eye. Vash nearly veered of course as he continuously looked back at you, taking in your bare feet and tattered clothing. Brad had to lean over and lightly smack his arm to get his attention. 

“Quit staring at them, kid. Someone might get the impression you’re interested in them.”

Vash looked at him with one brow raised. 

“I am interested in them. Since the crash, I haven’t seen another Independent. They’re the first one in five years. Who wouldn’t be interested?”

Brad chuckled despite himself and shook his head. Leave it to the plant boy to misunderstand him. He eased the tomas to a stop when they reached the plant room and dismounted. You kept a hand on the Plant as Vash removed the ropes keeping it in place and Brad talked with another man. You ignored the conversation and opted to stare at Vash instead. 

You weren’t entirely sure why you hadn’t understood immediately what he was when you first saw him. As you studied his features in the starlight and scarce lamps in town, you felt the same pull to him that you’d always felt when you neared Plants. Though he could hide it from humans, you could faintly see his Plant lines regardless of his current focus. 

His hands were calloused, a worker’s hands. You could appreciate that, finding another similarity between you. The clothing he wore looked a bit large on him; not that you were one to talk. You quickly figured you would have an easier time hiding in the sand if you had clothing to match, so you’d dug around a few crash sites in your time. It saddened you to steal from corpses, but they weren’t using anything anymore. So you’d adopted loose tan pants, a dirty -possibly once white- tank top, and a piece of rope to act as a belt when your first one wore out. 

Vash couldn’t focus properly on his work with you looking at him like that. Brad, in their earlier days together, had made comments about the Independent seeming creepy. Luida always told him Brad was just being rude for no reason, but if he looked the way you did, then Vash could understand where the man was coming from. 

Your eyes were large, almost unsettlingly so. You didn’t seem to blink as often as the humans did, allowing you to focus more intently on things that caught your interest. Like Vash. While he worked, you stood stock still, almost like a predator watching its prey. Your chest didn’t even seem to move as you breathed, not that he was observing you that closely on purpose. 

None of the humans moved to approach you, having been told firmly by Brad not to do so. He didn’t know exactly where you’d come from or how long you might have been with this Plant, so he wasn’t in the mood to risk anyone getting hurt. Vash motioned for you to follow them all inside, which you slowly did. Brad and the humans got to work preparing the Plant to be set up properly while you and Vash both placed a hand on the glass and appeared to… connect with it. He’d never quite get used to seeing that. 

By morning light, you were ready to go. You unabashedly cried when you had to say goodbye to the Plants. Brad would have been content enough to let you stay there if you were so fond of them, but Vash spared him a pleading look and invited you to join them at their ship without waiting for an answer from him. 

You thought about it at the edge of town, bugs fluttering around you as you dug one heel into the sand. With a spark of something Brad considered dangerous and Vash considered exciting, you agreed. After some convincing, you let Vash hoist you up onto his toma before settling behind you. His arms were slow to move on either side of you, extra conscious of your personal space, but you didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. 

Brad led the way back to Ship Three. It was a bit of a long journey, but he didn’t mind the silence that settled when you fell asleep. Vash was a bit panicked when it happened, trying to keep you from sliding off the toma without waking you as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. Your head rolled back and rested on one of his shoulders, leaving him as tense as he’d been in months. You stayed that way for nearly an hour before Brad brought the little troop to a stop and helped Vash rearrange you. He ended up dealing with you himself, making a simple little harness to keep you at his back so Vash could relax again. 

You slept for nearly an entire day, waking up halfway to Ship Three. When you blinked your eyes open and looked around, Brad stopped again for a short meal break. Something flashed in Vash’s eyes when you declined the food they offered, explaining that you didn’t need to eat. You were engrossed enough in talking to Brad that you missed the mourning in his gaze. 

When you finally reached the ship, Brad led the way in and straight to Luida. He grumbled at the look in her eyes, wishing he hadn’t let you come along with them if it meant her treating him like a softie. She offered you the room beside Vash’s and a cleaner set of clothes. You looked so out of place there, among metal and humans and artificial light. 

That first night, as Vash lay in his bed trying to sleep, he heard your voice. At first, it was a faint murmuring. Then it grew, slow and steady, to a song. He shot upright, his heart seizing in recognition. Vash carefully got to his feet and slipped through his door to stand in front of yours. After a moment of hesitation, he opened it, only to find your bed empty. He listened closer and turned, moving down the halls. 

You were standing in the Plant room, your hands pressed to the glass. Your lines were glowing again, making your messy hair look ethereal in his eyes. He slowly approached, feeling his own lines activate as he came within a few feet of you. When you spoke to him, the song seemed to continue, and it occurred to him later that it wasn’t coming from you, but from your very soul.

“Good evening, Independent Vash.”

“You should probably get some rest. It’s really late.”

“My sister was calling. I wanted to see her.”

You lowered to your knees, then sat cross legged. Your hands slowly withdrew from the glass, but your lines didn’t even dim. 

“How long have you been with these humans?”

“About three years. Brad and I spend a lot of time away though, finding the Plants.”

You digested that and let your eyes flicker to him for just a moment. 

“You are fond of them? The humans?”

“...I am. They help our kind live, just as much as we help them.”

“I haven’t met a live human before… I’ve always kept my distance.”

“You were on another ship, right? Do you remember which one?”

“The oldest thing I can remember is waking up in the dunes surrounded by the Worms. They taught me how to survive, helped me find a few wrecks to search for clothing. I don’t even know how I know I’m not human.”

Vash wasn’t quite sure what to do with you. You deserved to have people who loved you. You deserved a safe place to call home. But you didn’t even have childhood memories to look back on like he did. 

“We should really go to bed.”

“I don’t like my room. It’s too quiet. And empty.”

Right. You lived with the worms. Wherever you went, there were thousands of them you could connect with. It’s likely you’d never been this alone before.

Vash offered you a hand, which you took with a quizzical expression. He led you back to your rooms, then went into his without a word. Just when you were ready to turn and go back to the Plants, he returned with his blanket and pillow.

“Let’s have a sleepover. I can sleep on the floor in your room. If it helps, then we can take turns moving forward.”

You followed him into your room, completely barren and sterile. No wonder you weren’t comfortable there. To Vash’s surprise, you swiftly grabbed your blanket and pillow, then flopped down on the floor where your old clothes rested and made yourself a little nest. 

“You take the bed. I like the ground.”

You left no room for argument, instead tucking your head down and shutting your eyes. Vash tentatively walked around you and laid down on your bed. He tried to stay awake until he knew you were resting, but he drifted off quickly at the sound of your inner song.

[greetingfromthedead]

Five Hugs (Vash x GN!Reader)

Plot: Five occasions, worthy of a hug. (5 drabbles)

Series: A Set of Five [more coming soon]

Pairing: Vash x GN!Reader

Raiting: Everyone

Tags: fluff, no use of "y/n", a touch of angst, cozy, cuddles, dancing, Vash being a hero as usual, affirmation, Vash just deserves a hug in general

Word count: 2k

Author's Note: I've been torturing Vash a lot lately so I decided to give him five hugs. Probably five kisses soon too and if there is something else you want to see, let me know.

You had to run again. Chased out of town for something as little as showing your face at the saloon. Or rather, it was Vash's face that sparked the whole ordeal. The bounty on his head doesn't make it easy to take life slowly and enjoy it. But you refuse to leave his side.

You slide down along the smooth surface of the rock. The suns beating down on you as you grip the water bottle tightly in your hand. Your heart beats ferociously in your throat, and you wait for it to calm down to take a sip. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, trying to focus on the sound of your tomas rattling her gear.

"Well, where should we go now then?" Vash's calm voice asks, breaking the tension in the air.

You don't answer him, instead leaning your head back against the hard rock. The fear finally leaves your bones, as you know you are far enough away from the town to be safe. It still stings to be treated this way, to constantly have to be on edge and alert.

"We could head more east; we should come across a small village before nightfall. Maybe we can camp in someone's attic. Hopefully we can stock up on water too." He sounds so lighthearted and carefree as he starts formulating a plan in his head.

You watch him with curiosity after drinking from your flask. He turns his head from side to side while looking into the distance before taking off his glasses and inspecting them. He seems to find a spot on them as he grabs the lower edge of his black turtleneck. He pulls it up to rub the lenses with it. The small action reveals a bit of his scarred skin on his stomach, which he usually carefully hides under fabric. This simple act reminds you just how much he trusts you. He wouldn't willingly show his old wounds to just anyone.

"Are you okay?" you ask quietly, but just enough for him to hear you.

"Mh?? Ah, yeah, I am fine." Vash straightens his shirt again and puts the glasses back on. "Eehh, I don't really care if they chase me and try to capture me for the bounty. They have their own problems, and I'm sure that money would help them. I'm just worried I will drag you into the crossfire."

You noticed the change in his carefree tone towards the end. He does worry about you a lot. Despite what he says, you know that the truth is a whole lot more complicated. He holds no grudges against anyone, but you doubt that he doesn't care. A man who loves humanity so deeply is bound to have his heart broken when he is forced away from what he holds so dear. You can see the pain in his eyes, despite his attempts to hide it.

Words don't come easy in this situation. What could you even say to that? Instead, you push yourself up again, slide the flask into the saddlebag, and walk up to Vash. You glance at his curious eyes, but you can't force your gaze to stay on them. You approach him decisively and only stop once your arms wrap around his torso. The moment your head rests against his chest, you squeeze him tighter.

He stands there with surprise for a moment before putting his arms around you too, his gaze softening as he holds you close. You don't say anything; instead, you just bury your face in his black shirt and hug him as tight as you can. He has been through so much in his long life, and you can't change the past. You are powerless against the present, and perhaps there is nothing you can do about the future. All you can do is hold him close and show him that you care. That you believe in him.

"Thank you." Vash speaks softly, his large hand stroking your head.

A loud bang echoes through the town square just as the grip of your captor loosens around your neck. A collective gasp echoes through the crowd of onlookers, and you push yourself free, running towards the source of the noise.

"Son of a…!" The enraged voice of the bandit leader calls out, but you keep sprinting without looking back. You hear the slightest thump behind you as his gun hits the ground, but you don't care anymore. It's like you can still feel the barrel pressed against your temple, the tears of fear turning into ones of relief in your eyes.

You jump into Vash's arms, knowing that you are finally safe. He catches you with his left arm, the prosthesis wrapping tightly around your back as your feet lift off the ground. His right hand still holds his gun, ready to take another shot as needed. You bury your face in his shoulder, feeling grateful and protected. He turns his whole body and sets you back on the ground, positioning himself between you and the bandit that held you captive. You hear him whisper, "I've got you now."

Even as your grasp on him loosens, his stays firmly around your shoulders, pressing you more into him. He's not letting go. Your vision is obscured by his large coat, and you don't see as the large man is being cuffed and dragged away by the others. Only then dares Vash to put away his weapon into its holster and release his tight grip on you. He grabs your upper arms and leans back as he looks you over.

"Are you alright?" he asks with a tremor in his voice. He notices the redness on your throat, and his fingers gently touch the bruising skin. "I am so sorry!"

"I'm okay! I'm okay!" you say frantically as you nod, your breath escaping you in short gasps.

"Thank goodness!" he exclaims, relief washing over him. He grabs you into a tight hug again, his cheek pressing against the top of your head.

"Would you do me the honor of joining me for a dance?" Vash says with a crooked smile as he offers you his hand. You blush a bit at his public tomfoolery and down the rest of your drink before leaving the empty glass at the bar. You take his hand with a smile.

"Gladly," you reply softly as his fingers grip yours. You feel a rush of excitement as he leads you onto the dance floor. The saloon is filled with lively music and people dancing to the beat. The liquid courage definitely helps you in this situation and gives you the confidence to let go and enjoy the moment. Vash's hands rest on your hips, and yours find his shoulders. A goofy smile is plastered on his face as he starts to lead you in a twirl. He does not mind that he occasionally bumps into someone else or that a few people start laughing at his exaggerated style. He is just too excited to have you in his arms, dancing with him. Their laughter is drowned out by the music and the joy in his heart. The giggle that escapes you as he sweeps you around only encourages him further, making him take longer steps and turn you faster. He chuckles at your expression, and one dance turns into many.

You have no hope of keeping up with his long strides, and as you get more and more tired, you end up stumbling over them a few times. His arms keep you steady, and your clumsiness only makes his smile wider. The looks of others do not matter; all you see is Vash's enchanting face, and all he sees is you. In that moment, you realize that you are exactly where you are meant to be, no matter how ridiculous you might feel.

As you gaze into his eyes, your foot gets stuck behind his again, but instead of just keeping you steady, Vash pulls you up and wraps his arms around you, right under your butt, to keep your feet off the ground. You grab him into a hug, giggling by his ear as you hold on to him. Vash twirls you about and continues to dance around the room as you embrace each other.

Vash lays halfway on top of you, his head resting on your chest, his arms wrapped around you. It is a peaceful night as you've settled into an abandoned house in an empty village. The room is dusty, but it is cozy and filled with a sense of safety and warmth. Your fingers brush through his hair as you listen to the sound of his steady breathing. You know he isn't asleep yet, but there is no need to fill the quiet of twilight with words. You both find refuge in the peaceful silence that envelops you.

Vash is curled up against you, his legs somewhat entangled with yours. The tall and surprisingly burly man seems almost tiny as he enjoys your touch, your other hand resting on his back. He takes comfort from your heartbeats under his ear and the feeling of your touch. Anywhere is home if you're by his side. Your hug is all he needs to feel safe; your love gives him the strength to face anything.

You let your nails run over his scalp, and you feel a slight shudder move through him, a little moan escaping his lips, a sign of pure contentment. You wish you could wrap him up more, keep him even closer, and protect him like he protects you. You want to keep him in your heart, protected from all harm. But the best you can do is this. Having him hold on to you, your arms around him, as he snuggles close all night, or at least until you need to settle into a position more suitable for sleeping the night away, but even then, he enjoys your cuddles and doesn't want to let go.

"Are you sure about this?" you ask as you look up at him, pain reflecting on your face.

"Yes. I have to. I am the only one who can put an end to this," he says, but his eyes are down turned and mournful.

"Then let me come with you!" you insist, grabbing hold of his right sleeve.

"Please…" he says with a sigh, his tone pleading, "I need you to evacuate as many people as you can, even if it is only yourself."

You look at him dumbfounded and then turn your head to look at the streets of July. The town is massive; how can he expect you to make any difference here in getting people out? Wouldn't you be better off with him, trying to prevent the thing that could put people in danger?

"I need you to be safe," he murmurs, his voice full of concern as he takes your hand into his, squeezing your fingers gently. You can feel his worry radiating off of him. He has so much on his mind; you know he doesn't want to be worrying over you too. He wanted to leave you at Home, but you refused. You need him on his A-game for this, you have realized just how dangerous the situation really is.

"That goes for you too!" You press, "You have to come back to me! You understand? You have to! So promise me!"

"I promise, I will come back to you!" He says resolutely and releases your hand, instead pulling you into a hug, and you melt into his embrace, your arms securely around him.

"Can we wrap this up already?" the dark haired man asks, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Vash holds you tight for a moment longer, ignoring Wolfwood as he leans closer to your ear.

"I love you," he whispers, his breath tingling your skin.

He lets go, and you take a step back, looking at him with determination. You will both get out of this alive.

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[novasintheroom]

Memories

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 0.7k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description: A short drabble based on the November 2023 prompt list from @creativepromptsforwriting. Day 2: Memories.

Now part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3.

Vash’s memories feel like weapons.

Pointed. Sharp. Playing hide-and-seek with Nai. The mother shot by bandits. Promises given but never kept. Rem’s smile, which fades more and more with time.

All aimed at him with shaking fingers and knives. All his fault.

He wonders, sometimes, if he could force himself to forget. It would certainly make the nightmares easier. Selfish as it is, if he could just wipe his memory clean…well. No point in dwelling on it. It won’t ever happen. Not unless he knocks his head a certain way.

He’s so absorbed in this thought; he jumps when you sit next to him on the metal walkway. “Hey,” you say, leaning forward to rest your arms on the bottom railing bar. You stick your legs out to let them hang in the air. Surprising, given your hesitance for heights. The dark of the evening has settled over the metal buildings, casting long shadows, and washing out any color on you. He’s surprised he didn’t hear you coming up the stairs or the clang of footsteps on rusted metal.

You lick your lips and ask, “Bad time sleeping again?” He sends that practiced smile your way, the one meant to reassure and dissuade from prying. You lean your head to the side and give him that sideways look, the one where you know something’s up. “You…feel like talking right now?” It’s nonchalant, your voice lilting in a way to allow Vash some wiggle room.

Vash sighs. Looks down at the busy street below. There are more people in this town, a bustling up-and-coming city. Neon lights are flicking on slowly as the suns set. Toma run underneath, carrying goods or riders, or pulling carts. The dust of a thousand feet rise to tickle his nose. Rem would have loved it, he believes. “Not really,” he finally admits.

You only nod and start swinging your feet.

He sinks back into his mind. A memory sparks from an argument below; Vash had stepped in at some other town, at some other time, and taken the punch for the kid who started it. That didn’t stop the kid from shanking the offender. Or when he tried to save that little girl from drowning in quicksand…why wasn’t he quick enough? No matter what he does…

A hand slides over his, squeezing it on the railing. Again, he is startled from his memories. He looks to you.

You’re not looking at him. You watch the people below, eyes darting from one person to the next in idle amusement. It’s as if you don’t even realize what you’re doing. Vash looks down at your hand and his. He remembers the first time he held it, back when you were strangers. His hand was so clammy. It probably still is. You squeeze his hand again. I’m here, you say. And you glance quickly, trying to see if it’s working. You’ve never been good at being sneaky. You flinch when caught and look away with twitching lips.

Another, softer memory comes. You’re both in a bar, and some women in the corner are laughing and looking over at Vash with high blushes from their beers. He’s doing his best to not catch their eye, instead looking at you for conversation. He catches you sending a withering glare their way, but you flinch at his gaze and glance away quickly, lips twitching just like now.

This time, his smile feels real. He may not feel better, but at least he has you. You, who would brave your fear of heights just to make sure he’s alright. Who else would hold the hand of an outlaw to show him he isn’t alone? And he shouldn’t be moping, anyways. Hadn’t you said you wanted to try some new food while here?

“Wanna go get some ramen?” he leans closer and stage whispers, “I know a guy.” Your laugh cheers him, and he takes your held hand and places it in the crook of his arm. “We’ll stand on three, okay?”

And maybe it was like walking a newborn tomas off a very, very high catwalk, but he considered it a new memory, one that wouldn’t sting like the others. He looks forward to making many more with you.

[iliketangerines]

If I may request

Please dom!/rough Smoke/Tomas x female reader with breeding kink. Can be either Mk9 version or MK11 version. I just need more dom!Smoke. There’s rarely ever any of him being rough.

The ones you did of him before were just mwah, amazing.

quite the surprise

a/n: dom!smoke you'll always be famous to me...

pairing: tomas vrbada x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI) slight breeding kink, overstimulation

you lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling with the blankets tangled around you in a mess, proof of the sleeplessness tonight

sleep had always evaded you, and tonight was no different

sometimes, Tomas would find you in his own insomnia, and the two of you would walk off to the kitchens and have a snack while talking about useless drivel

however, it’s too late in the night for Tomas to be up, and so you’re left alone with your thoughts and the dark as you squirm around your bed and find a different position

to no avail, sleep continues to tease you with the tiredness on your eyes and your body, but no matter how much you chase it, dreams are always just a hair width too far

if you can’t sleep, you might as well have some fun, and you move to get yourself comfortable, throwing the blankets off you in the heat of the room

one of your hands dip below your waistband, and you sigh as your fingers circles your clit, pressing against it lightly

you just tease yourself for a minute or two, letting yourself grow wet with want and need, and then you press your fingers into your clit and moan at the feeling

your fingers rub lazily against your clit, bringing yourself slowly to the high, and you let the pleasure take you into its arms and carry you far

the door creaks open, but you don’t notice, too busy letting out breathy whimpers as you rub your fingers faster and faster

however, you do hear the door slamming close and the frantic apologies and then someone tripping and falling down in the hallways

you jump out of bed, ripping open the door to see who had spotted you, and you find Tomas getting up from the floor, red in the face as he looks at you

he’s looking away, trying to be respectful and not look at the loose t-shirt you’re dressed in along with the thin panties you have on

your own face burns hot with embarrassment at the realization of what happened, and you glance away from his face, eyes landing on his pants and how his cock bulges out from his sleep pants

looking back up at him, he’s back to apologizing and saying that he’ll leave, but you blurt out that if he likes, he can join you in bed

Tomas blinks at you for a second, and perhaps you’ve made a mistake with your offer, fingers gripping onto the frame of the door as you wait for his answer

but then he steps forward, eyes hazy as he walks you backward into your own room, one hand closing the door behind you before coming up to hold onto your waist

his lips press against yours insistently, groaning into your mouth that he had wanted you for so long, and you gasp as he nips at your bottom lip

his hands are reaching underneath your shirt, groping onto your chest roughly, and the both of you fall down onto the bed as the back of your knees hit the mattress

he doesn’t stop, hands continuing to roam all over your body, and you moan into his mouth, your own hands coming up to hold onto his broad shoulders

his hips grind into yours insistently, moaning into your mouth at the feeling, and your own hips buck up into his as your spread your legs and wrap them around his waist

Tomas gasps into your mouth as he ruts his cock into your clothes pussy, and one of his hands come down from your chest to rip off your panties

you gasp and go to slap his shoulder, but he presses his thumb into your clit, rubbing it in firm fast circles while his fingers slide into your soaked pussy

all coherent thought flies from your head, and you moan out his name as your hips grind down onto him

he moans and pulls away from your lips to pull off his pants with the hand still up your shirt, and he pumps at his cock hurriedly, desperate to fuck you

Tomas moves his fingers away from your pussy and presses his cock against you, gliding it against your soaked folds, and he digs his fingers into your hips as he ruts against you

a slick sound fills the air as he grinds his cock against your folds, and your hands grip onto the sheets as you beg him to just fuck you

he pants out for you to wait, to be patient as he makes sure his cock was properly lubed up so as to not hurt you too bad

you whine at the thought and look up at him through blurry vision, and Tomas looks absolutely debauched, face flush and teeth digging into his bottom lip

he just ruts against you, moaning out your name, and you wait as patiently as you can without squirming for more

finally, he slightly leans back and takes his dick in his hand to line himself up with you, groaning at the feeling, hips rocking into you slowly as he finally bottoms out

the both of your moan at the feeling, and Tomas pants into the air, eyes closed in pleasure as his hips only minutely fuck into you

you let out a whine, begging him to move and fuck you, and his eyes snap open as he looks at you

it’s an instant switch-up as his hips fuck into you hard and fast, his hands slightly bouncing you up and down to meet his thrusts, and you can’t help the needy high-pitched whine that you let out

he can’t help it as words start to spill out of his mouth, telling you how beautiful you look, how good you look fucked-out, how this is better than he imagined

you can’t respond, mind too clouded with pleasure, so you just whimper

it’s just the lewd sound of the two of you fucking, and he reaches a thumb down from his hand on your hip to rub at your clit, saying that he needs you to cum, asking you where you want him to cum

your head spins but you manage to stutter out inside, you want him to cum inside, need him right now, and Tomas groans at the answer

his hips slap into yours as your moans grow in volume, and he keeps muttering out that he needs you to cum, that he’s gonna cum in you and fill you with his seed, that you’ll look so pretty with it dripping out of your pussy

you whine and arch your back off the bed, eyes squeezing shut as you see white when you cum, and Tomas groans at the feeling of you clenching down on him

his hips stutter in their pace as he cums in you, but they never stop moving, fucking his seed farther and farther into you

he doesn’t stop until the both of your heads spin with the afterglow of your highs, and he leans down to kiss you, forearms coming up by your heads to balance himself

you whine and wrap your arms around his torso to dig your nails into his muscled back

the both of you pant as he pulls back, and you let out a small whimper when he thrusts back into you

Tomas starts to move again, saying that he just needs a little more, needs to properly fill you with his cum, just needs you to cum one more time on his cock

you dig lines into his back as he starts thrusting back into you, him intent on fucking you through the night

[itsscromp]

Ooo! Ooo! I have a fun idea! (It's getting a bit tiring saying I'm the Kuai / Tomas with a kid reader requester, so just call me 💀 anon from now on!)

So, imagine the readers a teenager and grew up in the Lin Kuei, Kuai and Tomas basically know them like the back of their hand. What if the reader starts skipping Lin Kuei training, meals, sleeps late, etc? You know that moment in our teens where it's actually just anxiety and depression in a trenchcoat but adults don't realise that and wave it off as 'classic teenage rebellion'?

Separate and headcanons if that's okay! :3

- 💀 anon

Scorpion and smoke x reader headcanons

Awwww 💀 anon I really like this idea, as someone who has both anxiety and depression. I completely get where this is coming from, I hope you enjoy your headcanons.

Kuai Liang

Kuai had a funny feeling in his stomach when you weren’t turning up for your training, noticing you were sleeping in and not eating.

He tries to raise this with Bi-Han.

“They’re just been a typical teenager, do not worry about them”

But Kuai knew something was wrong when you haven’t showed up for training in almost a week.

He ventured to your room and gently knocked on your door before opening it.

“Y/n ??” He said as he slides the door open and noticed you laying down in bed facing the wall.

He gently approached you but then noticed you were shaking.

“Y/n what’s wrong ??”

He could hear sniffles, were you crying ??

He gently brushed his fingers on your scalp, seeing your red and puffy eyes.

“Talk to me…”

“It’s all too much Kuai… Bi-Han is expecting too much from me. I keep trying but it’s never good enough for him. For all of you”

“Y/n, everything you do is enough to me and Tomas, Bi-Han may not see it but we do.”

You turned over slowly and looked at him, him returning a soft gentle smile.

“You are everything that you do y/n, it may not be perfect, but the time and dedication you put into it is more than enough for me and Tomas, you are worthy of being apart of the Lin Kuei”

Fresh tears circulated from your eyes, not out of sadness, but out of love.

He pressed a gentle kiss on your temple and stayed by your side the whole time.

You were family.

He would help you out of this, he always will.

Tomas Vbrada

Tomas knew something was wrong immediately when he noticed you weren’t your chatty self one day.

But all the other Lin Kuei members just brushed it off.

“They’re just being a typical teenager”

“Always trying to get out of everything”

“They need some more sunlight and less time at the tv”

He did not believe that one single bit.

There must be something wrong, he could feel it in his bones.

When the 5th day you didn’t show up for training and skipping meals, he needed to check on you. You were family to him, he would’ve hated if something happened to you.

“Y/n, I need to talk to you…”

He stopped as he heard muttering by the door, gently sliding it open he saw you pacing back in forth, muttering to yourself.

“Y/n…”

He gently went up to you and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Perfect…. Needs… to be…. Perfect” he heard.

“What needs to be perfect ??”

“Everything Tomas !!! Bi-Han will have my head if nothing is the way it is, I keep trying to do so but it’s not good enough… I I I can’t please him anymore” your breathing started to fasten and your body now shaking.

“Easy y/n, Bi-han isn’t here. It’s just you and me ok ??”

“I can’t Tomas… I can’t…” tears formed in your eyes as your shaking worsens, you were having an anxiety attack.

He gently took your hand and placed it on his chest, letting you feel his heartbeat.

“I’m not going anywhere ok y/n ??, this won’t last long what your feeling” he then took deep breaths encouraging you to follow.

You took shallow, shaky breaths to begin with before your breathing started to become longer and deeper.

“That’s very good, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere” he reassured, keeping your hand on his chest.

Once you fully calmed down, you gently leant into him, feeling exhausted.

“I’m sorry….”

“No, don’t be sorry. It’s ok y/n, I’m here for you alright” he gently reassured.

He then moved you to your bed and tucked you in, dimming the candle in your lantern. He then climbed in and wrapped his arms around you, gently scratching your back and holding you close.

“I love you so much y/n, you’re my best friend.”

You nodded as you cuddled closer to him, relaxing and leaning into the touch.

Tomas would do anything for you in a heartbeat.

Absolutely anything.