#erron black fanfic

[danddymaro]

Erron Black x Reader | Pt. 6

My perception of time has been awful. Fortunately, I believe I'm finally dragging myself out of that dark hole. 

 It’s been a while, huh?

Thoughts are italics in quotations = ‘Example’

Flashbacks are in italics = Example

Word Count: 6505

A touch of Mercy 

"I hope you never find her," the dark-haired woman breathed, her voice which, until then, had been monotonous, retained just a touch of wish that had only then reemerged within her.

Though, At first, she was surprised at her own words, at the boldness that had made them escape, but as she recognized the valor, she didn't bite them down.

The very will festered in her and came out uncontained as she finally looked up to the man.  

Her body was even shaking with the raw emotion she felt, and she hardly did anything to hide it.

The feeling felt foreign by then, after living so long without the ray of light.  Yet, she accepted the new glimmer, wanting to believe that such a feeling existed only because it was meant to be.

Without a step missed the other woman would be on her way to escape the evil clutches of the man before her, and by extension their tyrant emperor.

-That’s what her heart told her.

She didn’t know if Shao Kahn had anything to do with Erron Black’s job at that moment, but she could only imagine.

-Nothing good ever came form that man. 

 "I pray upon the elder gods that she escapes you, " she then added, the tremor in her body fierce as she referenced the very being's she'd long thought had abandoned her. 

'I will pray for her flight,' she thought with true faith moving her beating heart, the blood in her veins rushing and burning hot with anticipation as she declared her newfound dedication.

He made a low sound, something to let her know that he acknowledged her, but dismissed her all the same. 

She was certain his intention was to mock her, yet,  from the way he turned from her and had eyed her even before then, she could note the irritation he swallowed down. 

it was evident by the way his lips pursed that her words bothered him to some degree. 

He couldn't hide his annoyance, and she was pleased to know that she'd made his arrogant smirk languish until it died out and fell into a bitter scowl.

It was a victory, albeit a small one, but one she rejoiced nonetheless.

" - We'll be back soon," he said lowly, all with a certainty of his own, the sureness in his tone making her lips press together thinly. 

 Her breath even stilled for just a moment, because there was a gleam in his eyes that unsettled her. 

Excitement swam in the dark pools, challenge too, and the woman could only hope he could never reach his prey.

She could only hope he'd return with bitter defeat.

Silently, she watched as he left, trailing behind the young woman with the pretty, starry eyes. 

- That same one that had made her feel inexplicably warm upon first glance, and had for whatever reason inspired something so abundantly strange.

Something in her chest had blossomed upon that moment, something that made her want to have faith again, to smile yet again.

'Hope, in this realm of mine...Is it possible?' She questioned herself, having known only the hardships of war and tyranny that her land had succumbed to.

It was hard not to recall her every loss, though somewhere in there, she also remembered something else.  

For a moment she recalled the tender youth she used to be so many years ago.

‘Perhaps that’s why she grabs my attention so much,’ she proceeded with consideration.

"It's been so long..." she then murmured with a touch of a smile, the small lift graceful.

"It's been so long since a prayer of mine has been responded to," she added with a soft amusement, the twinkle in her black eyes existing as a stray drop traveled down her face, falling onto the ground.

She's only thought to do so in her helplessness, as a way to sedate the need to gravitate closer to the other woman. 

-Because it was all she could have truly done in her cowardice.

“So long since I'd turned my back on my former beliefs,” she added.

Her lukewarm chuckle was the only sound left in the room as her long, slim fingers moved down her face to delicately wipe the escaped sorrow before she continued with her duties with a rather noticeable smile adorning her.

As she then trailed her eyes down to see where her tears had fled, she then  paused. 

Little petals were scattered over the ground, making her shake her head as she reached for the three little specs on the ground, 

“Ah..” she breathed,  "of course...This room could use some color..." she then mused as she straightened out and looked over the muted setting she stood in. 

  All the while, (f/n) had fled, tirelessly aimed at a direction she didn't know where it would lead to. 

Along the way she'd run past the people of the village, most of which were unperturbed by her, unbothered at the sight of a frantic, fleeting woman. 

She was ignored, even if she desperately begged for help. 

Large tears bubbled in her eyes, distress sweated through every fiber of her being, and yet no one seemed to mind. 

In truth, it seemed that rather than lure attention, she’d been surrounded by a repellent, alienating her further. 

‘Don’t they see me?’ she wondered with worry as she reached out to the person closest to her.

Her shaking hand soon clutched the fabric of a traveling woman's long sleeve, her grasp filled with a silken material of who she would hope would be her savior.

She tried to speak, but before she could let out a word, the woman jutted her shoulder forward, callously forcing the cloth out of (f/n)'s grasp.

And she offered crucial words of advise, advice that would lead the fleeting woman to come to the conclusion that the town they'd stopped at was one catered to ill trade and services. 

 “ - Unless you have payment... then there will be no services offered to you," The strange woman remarked while she carefully dusted herself off where she’d been touched as she eyed (f/n) with an objective side glance.

“Naïve girl...” she then added with a disapproving tut, “ Here...No kindness is offered without the promise of riches,” She said before continuing down the road.

- She wouldn’t waste time on anything that didn’t benefit her and she wasn’t ashamed to let it be known.

'Mercenaries...' (f/n) inwardly mused, eyeing the displayed weapons most carried.

- could it be?

Familiar emblems also greeted her as she scouted, and when she recognized a  common symbol amongst many of the population, her breathing paused.

In her panicked state, she hadn't really taken the time to look around before, but now that she had, she was left stunned. 

'The Black dragon...' She notes with disbelief, her teeth gritting.

'Of course, He stopped here because it was in his best interest,' she noted, convinced he had links to the wicked organization himself.

'A man like that...It wouldn't be a surprise!'  she added before realizing something else : 

“That’s why...” she huffed. 

“Nothing that man says holds any value,” she detested.

 ' He's toying with me again...because I'd never have a chance to run off  if we're surrounded by his allies, ' she thinks before she momentarily pauses, swallowing hard as she feels the eerie sense of being watched. 

And it's a feeling she dreads now that she realizes she's surrounded by what could potentially be her enemy's organization. 

Concerned, she skims her eye to what lies before her, trying to pretend oblivious until she finds the source, but, ultimately, she finds nothing. 

She only sees more vendors and travelers, none of which seem any more suspicious than the next person.

None strike her as the watcher; none look her way. 

"could I be imagining it?" she asks herself in a short whisper before slowly easing, the tension in her shoulders melting.

‘I have to be,’ she idly thinks as she stands there, the high rise of her eyebrows falling too.

“Yeah,” she breaths as she cranes her head back, looking up at the sky. 

Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling away completely. It was like an itch she couldn’t quite scratch. 

That was before she looked over her shoulder and found a lonesome man.

He doesn't look trustworthy himself, especially with that menacing mask he wears, and that covers his entire face. 

There are blades strapped over his long, sage-colored coat, crossing behind his back and rising high above his shoulders for an easy overhead reach.

 For a moment it’s all she can stare at ;  the weapons themselves before she brings her focus to the entirety of the man again. 

He stands far away, near a fully hooded vendor that offers gleaming finds which sparkle generously beneath the lighting.

The vendor soon tries to catch the gazing man's attention too, though, gets no result as he refuses to look away from the young woman’s direction, an unnerving detail she notices. 

After another, more persistence attempt, the masked man shuts down any more interaction with the seller by lazily  picking up one of his hands in a shooing motion.

The dismissive wave is languid, but effective. 

‘It’s a coincidence’ she tried to tell herself, hoping it’s only her nerves that have gotten the best of her, and that the man only looks her way out of chance. 

It’s possible, right? 

‘That has to be it,’ she further goes as she swallows down thickly.

‘It has to,’ she persists while then tearing her sight away, looking down at the ground instead as she tries to calm her racing heart.

However, even with all the self reassurances,  something further deep within tells her otherwise. Red flags of caution raise, and she can feel herself grow more concerned.

Slowly, she peers back at him again, cold sweat falling down her brow as she keeps contact with him, her heart tightly constricting the entire time she commits  to the act.

As she continues to observe him, slowly, his head lightly tilts to the side, and beneath the metal mask, his right eyebrow rises in peaked curiosity. 

Though, he holds no malice as hidden to her, he smiles, subtly.

His interest is doubled as she holds her ground by fully turning to him and staring him down. 

It’s a feat he commends given how distraught she seemed in the beginning.

Gradually, his arms pick up, crossing over his chest as he waits for her next move.

- After all he had the time.

He wasn't one to ever waste time by stopping and smelling the roses, but on that particular day, he'd been inclined to. 

Something drew him closer to the realm, like a gentle pull, which was strange considering his usual routine.  

It’s not that he wasn’t fond of the land, but he preferred being home instead.

  Usually, he'd already left the village after a trade, but this time, there was something different.

' I come here...And then I find this,' he huffed. 

"Which is odd..." he breathed as his eyes focused on the item held in her little hand.

-There was no mistake, he recognized it. 

 “No such thing as a coincidence,” he added after being certain. "He's somewhere around here..." He lowly murmurs, recognizing his brethren's arms.

After all,  Kano's made enough fuss about them before when selling them to the guy. 

' I wonder...' he mused before he spared one last, long glance at the woman, admiring her, though, still  not understanding what it was that had him so willing to stay. 

However, his nature pulled him away, and he cut the moment short, finally deciding to leave her to her own luck.

“ - None of my business,” he reminded himself, " Not my job...anymore,” he added in a spiteful mutter.

After all, what good ever came from sticking out your neck without something in return?

She performed an extended blink, and after that single action, he was gone. 

After that short moment all she found as proof of his presence was the small whirlwind of land he's left floating behind. 

Dirt accumulates above the ground, lifted by a quick spin of air that becomes nothing in a matter of seconds.

 She takes a step back in disbelief, in utter confusion as she turns her entire body in every direction she can while in search of the strange man, but in the end, she finds nothing that proves he was once there. 

The gun clutched within her right hand fell into a tighter grip as her chest heavily rose, 

"Was I..." She didn't know what to think, though forcing herself to move forward, not willing to spend more time with anything that wasn't drawing distance from the stop.

"I have to keep moving..." she said with a hard exhale, tearing her eyes away from the spot and continuing towards the same path as before.  

No one else offered her a spare glance, and perhaps that was how she so easily ended up where she was; Lost.

- So terribly lost.

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She’d lasted an entire day moving, living off of what little trade the item she’d carried her had gotten. 

She tried hard not to think about how the vendor had completely ignored her at first before she pleaded, offering anything they wanted in exchange for help as she pulled out the only thing she knew had value- 

‘Perhaps this isn’t the smartest move...’ she started as she stared down at the lovely engravement of the weapon while she chose to sacrifice it. 

‘I don’t even know how much it’s truly worth...If this vendor isn’t taking advantage of my lack of knowledge,’ she mused, feeling just a touch guilty when she remembered how much the man she’d traveled with had cared for them. 

He’d spent so much time cleaning it, she couldn’t imagine otherwise.

That gentle smile he’d worn came to mind, and she unwillingly had a touch of remorse, though, it was a fleeting feeling as everything else she felt for him came forth. 

-Everything ugly.

‘Lets see,’ she added with consideration. 

‘It’s gotten me enough for a canteen … this miserable blade and dried food.’ She thought with lightheartedness as she stared down at what was being offered to her. The little satchel  that would hold her consumables was also there, and she wondered if it was truly a fair trade.

‘it should be enough...though I wish I could have gotten myself a creature to travel with...’ she added with disappointment that very quickly diminished as she thought of how impractical it was.

‘Of course.. then I wouldn't be able to feed us both, and there’s no need to sacrifice one of you,’ she mused as she offered a side glance to one of the steeds there, one that reminded her plenty of  the one she’d traveled with.

It’s front legs had the same patches, forcing a gentle smile out of her.

She wondered how the creature fared, even if it hasn't been that long since she last saw him.

“ - So...What do you say miss?”  the elder woman said with narrowed eyes, and before her new customer could ask anything more, be it more time to think , or,  even directions to where to head, she caught sight of the man that was tracking her down.

He moved with the same arrogance she despised, his every step certain, and she cursed his luck for it somehow leading him directly towards her already.

Past the many travelers, she spotted him, forcing her to slam down the payment before stuffing everything in the bag, fleeting.  

Without any guidance she soon treaded upon strange land, unaware of what would come as the second nightfall rolled by.

"still no signs of anything...” she said softly, concerned.

After an entire day and a half of traveling she'd yet to find any signs of life. 

Silence surrounded her, an unnerving factor that had her looking up at the darkening sky to find a lack of traveling creatures.

Again, she’d find herself sleeping alone, shaking as she curled herself close to whatever she could find.

At least she’d paid attention to the few times the dark eyed man had created a fire.

It offered her some comfort, though, very little. 

“Even the land is dead,” she added with a little bite to her lower lip, noticing the lack of vegetation, it’d been that way for quite a bit.

Her eyes then skimmed around the hellish land, unease in her heart, settling after the surge of adrenaline that had originally fueled her began to soon exhaust. 

Little chirps of small creatures were unheard of, and if it weren’t worrisome enough, she soon encountered a large, rotten carcass that was mutilated beyond recondition, sending her into a fit of cold shivers.

  "This place is desolate," She said below her breath, and before she knew it, her steps inched back, slowly retracting and going over the previous ones she'd left on the sandy floor.

It was only by the fifth that she stopped entirely.

 Quickly, a sickening feeling turned over her stomach when she managed to capture the grand sight of the wasteland before her.

'Oh no...' She thought to herself with horror that fell upon her.

The fluttering hope in her chest that kept her heart from sinking stopped all at once at the sudden realization.

 'Have...have I gone so far?' She asked herself, knowing of only one place that could fit the ghastly description of the land she had stepped upon. 

‘How could I ?…how did I not notice sooner?’

- Even those of other realms who traveled between the worlds knew well enough to step away from the land.

"But how?”

Tears welled in her eyes as she whipped around, her question answered quickly.

 'everything looks the same,' She thought to herself with helplessness as she felt the world spin. It was getting harder and harder to see farther than a few feet, the lack of light giving her a massive disadvantage.

Gusts of wind visited frequently, erasing the tracks she left behind, leaving her without any concrete trail to fall back on.

Nothing seemed to be in her favor.

 'And it'll be soon... They'll come to me soon,' She thought to herself with anguish. 

'And if they don't find me... I'm sure to die alone,' She thought with dismay. 

"either way...I'll be consumed," she said with horror.

"If it's not the creatures themselves... then the land will take me," she dreaded as she wrapped her arms around herself, the solo embrace serving no comfort.

"I stand no chance," she sneered, a spiteful glare shot down at the sands.

She then remembered how much food and water she had left, which was only about another day or two if she continued to rest sparsely.

'it's not fair...' she inwardly sneered as her knees felt weak.

The Tarkata roamed the wastelands, finding a home within the ghoulish waste, outcast from the rest of the outworlders as the brutish, cannibalistic creatures they were. 

-And she had just so happened to step upon their territory for who knows how long of a distance.

Even while unknowingly treading upon it, she doubted that factor mattered to them. 

From what she'd heard...to them a meal was a meal.

'They'll find me...' She started, ' And they'll tear me apart,' She told herself.

She'd only ever seen them from afar and at their most gruesome because as pawns of Shao Kahn, they stood at his side, prideful in every one of their sharp edges, presenting them at every opportunity they could, seemingly enjoying the fear they instilled in others.

She was familiar with them, many of her people where even if they’d never come face to face with one.

After all, they had a certain reputation.

 'They'll eat my alive bit by bit!' She then continued, unable to imagine how they would consume her. 

Yet her skin itched, attacked by invisible pinpricks that would soon become razor-sharp teeth.

'In the end... I'll meet a fate worse than death, ' She thought to herself, fearing the bloodbath that would occur.

 'I'll be devoured whole!' She went on, her angered tears falling onto the sand, the little specs created between her feet.

A short grunt of strain was forced out between her teeth as her hands fisted the grainy ground with frustration. 

Little debris dug into her nails and they pushed back into the flesh with discomfort, but none of it was even close to the distress of her heart.

"This can't be it," she told herself. "I finally find myself free, and it's to be in the clutches of another monster," she says with spite, her voice low and dour.

If such a fiend were to take a bite of her heart they would taste nothing but bitter as it was slowly consumed by the sourness that had begun to flood her. 

And it was her only solace, that they'd detest every morsel.

Her eyes soon came to a close, and she took a long breath through her nostrils, collecting her thoughts.

"Somehow...” she started as she picked up her head, looking beyond. 

“ Somehow,  I have to trace back, " she then went on, hoping that simply taking a hundred steps back would bring her to a safe zone.

She was ready to move, however, past the silence of the land was another sound, one that perked her ears. 

It was faint at first, the whimpers soon growing with the more she focused.

Desperate snivels caught her attention, forcing the (h/c) haired woman into a sudden halt. 

It was proceeded by a large swallow of breath that nearly choked her with how quickly it'd been downed as she realized she was accompanied in her misery.

Her widened eyes skimmed around, wanting to know what creature had released those despairing sounds. Somehow, they'd sounded much more desperate than her, and she was curious as to who else had the misfortune to find themselves so utterly helpless. 

‘Someone’s run the same luck I have...’ She bitterly mused, her sights set to where she assumed the sound came from.

'But Who..?' she started, slowly going towards the sound. 

She did so slowly, each of her steps languid as she listened to the muffled sound with perked ears. 

She walked for only a short minute before she found herself rounding a large, sharpened stone, soon catching sight of the sniveling being.

Her heart halted as she came in visual contact with the creature that cried so softly and miserably, and who just so happened to be of the terrorizing ones she was dreading.

(f/n) shivered, trembling under not just the sudden chilliness that had been cast over the land, but also by the very luck she had. 

miserable; just miserable.

'I should run...' she thought to herself as she swallowed hard, her hand quickly reaching for the blade she'd strapped on the sash she wore at her waist.

It was only a precaution as she also steadied her footing to sprint away too.

As for the other creature, upon realizing she’d been found, her slumped body jolted upright with a low hiss of pain escaping her. 

Her glowing amber eyes also flew wide open, fear evident in them as she gazed at her before they flew off to the side, beyond where there could only be darkness to greet her before her attention shot back to (f/n).

At the sudden movement, instinctively, (f/n)’s  knees lightly bent as she was ready to bolt.

'I should....run...' she added as the reaching hand's energy died out, making it fall back to her side lifelessly as she continued to watch the other being whilst she curled further against the stone, injured. 

She seemed to have no other option than to somehow press herself tightly against the piece of land with pathetic, little whimpers as she looked to (f/n). 

‘ I have to ... run,' the lost female thought again as she settled into the wasteland.

She cautiously approached the Tarkatan woman further, each of her steps being executed warily, the hesitance she displayed done as a way to show her harmlessness to the other female as well as keep herself safe.

A moment of sanity struck her as she came before the Tarkatan, questioning her own motives, as well as her actions themselves. 

'Run...' a feeble voice whispered with dread laced through the single order, but it was ignored.

She faintly recalled the dread she’d felt before, the utter bitterness at the thought of being handled by their kind before a different feeling overpowered that fear.

‘I would have never thought..’ she inwardly mused, feeling a touch guilty for how she’d dammed them all. 

Now that she faced a defenseless one, something in her felt soft.

'Poor thing,’ She thought while eying her, certain that cowering nature was not common amongst their kind. 

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have the reputation they did.

‘If I could hurt you I wouldn't be shaking so much,' she inwardly mused instead, the cold sweat that dotted her forehead slowly falling as her lips curved up into a shaky smile. 

Meanwhile, she was hoping there would be a quick understanding that she meant no harm, because she truly didn’t.

how could she?

"I won't hurt you," she started off, not knowing if she was understood, which was responded to by a deep glare that yet again shifted to the side, as though she searched for more, perhaps her people. 

 ‘They don’t usually move lone,’ (f/n) realized, wondering what happened.

They had their own language too, and (f/n) wasn’t sure if this particular one had learned another beside the one native to her.

(f/n)’s arm was soon outstretched, reaching as far as she could, her hand tentatively offered during the moment, hoping it wasn’t bit off for the attempt.

"Hey..." She  breathed, the single spoken utter shaky.

"I want to help you," She assured the creature, all while drawing closer to the cowering being with steps that while shuffled and uncertain, didn’t cease.

'Strange...Are they all this small?' the woman wondered while realizing the female before her was much tinier than the imposing size of her male counterparts, which did serve her some comfort.

She’d also seen their female warriors too, but even then this particular Tarkatan seemed much less fearsome with her lithe form.

- As even from afar they were typically monstrous. 

She seemed that way, but perhaps her eyes were playing tricks with her, immediately lured by her shriveled state.

 Granted, she was still a terrifying sight with her fierce markings and sharp edges that served as teeth, yet with the cowering nature, she seemed even smaller and somehow sweeter.

'I didn't know they could look this helpless,' (f/n) mused, finding the sight somewhat endearing, the flicker of warmth gracing her heart easing some of the anxiety she felt. 

‘I didn’t ever think I'd ever see one as pitiful either, ‘ she then added while gazing at the blood-soaked ground with pursed lips.

The sight was not pretty, nor was it pleasing in any way when she thought of how each injury was gained.

‘She dragged herself here...’ (f/n) determined, feeling even more inclined to offer her aid.

‘You’re a survivor,’

‘But for how long have you been...?’ she wondered, seeing the torn tendons on her ankles, both viscously sliced through with a blade, making sure her legs were only dead weight to be dragged.

‘How cruel, whoever had done this has done so to watch her suffer,’ she deduced.

Otherwise, it made no sense.

“You know,” (f/n) started, "I've always been strange," the woman then mused while gently closing the space between her and the other female, leaving her almost knelt before the Tarkatan woman.

Meanwhile, Her (e/c) colored eyes softened, her expression melting so much that the traces of wariness she had felt evaporated from her very being.

She even felt lighter.

 " I have always been like this..." she mused with an outstretched hand, her empty palm still presented.

“From what I recall from my time in this life...” she said while not mentioning her dreams which she knew were somehow a part of her past.

"I think it's love...even if I've never known it... I’d like to think it is because of how lovely it feels,” she spoke, true awe in her tone.

“ Or, perhaps it's mercy," she said without truly understanding, not sure of much anymore. Ever since she’d been taken from her home there were a lot of things she hadn’t quite understood and questioned.

"What I'm getting at is that something makes me capable of saving you... of wanting to save you," she said with a bemused chuckle.

" So, don't be alarmed," she said with a gentle touch to her tone, "I just want to help you," she assured the female yet again.

'I remember what it's like to be held by you...without remembering your face... your voice... your very presence... that same feeling is familiar when I want to touch life.

-When I want to bring warmth.

And now more than ever.. it’s like a calling.

After recognizing you and knowing you more,

it’s like what I imagine you felt looking down at me so long ago. 

- before your love dried out.

-before you cast me away. '

And something clicked in her,

‘Of course... this must be that virtue you graced me with,’ 

 "Will you let me help you?" She asked before fully reaching out and leaping past the final space between them.

  Contemplation whirled in the other being's face, though understanding soon  formed on her features.

 her glowing eyes that were wide before shut once into a tight grimace as she accepted whatever fate that was to come.

Having no other choice, A fierce nod was preformed, pleasing (f/n).

With a soft smile, She then nodded back . 

"I understand," she breathed before she found herself at true ease before the Tarkatan woman. 

Both of her knees fell to the ground as she took a seat, feeling strangely certain of safety.

"I hope I do...”  she voiced before  a hand fell over the other’s shoulder to ease her onto her spare arm. 

Grimacing, the Tarkatan fell back into the hold with struggle before being let down gently.

‘Her body is warm like mine...why is that so strange to believe?’

"Let my mercy wash over you ," (f/n) breathed in a soft hush.

A small vine emerged from a pale, open palm, the color green dancing up before the child's eyes. 

Green then sprouted White, and the little closed blossom beneath her nose opened, the sweet fragrance of it greeting her as the fresh petals waved at her kindly.

 (e/c) colored eyes were wide with wonder, and a soft chuckle fell to her ears.

"Lovely, isn't it?" her mother said with tenderness, her eyes cast down to her child as she continued to watch the blossom, entranced.

"Hmm..." she didn't speak, instead, responding in an eager nod before she looked up to her mother, her eyes sparkling.

Her eyes danced with more than just amusement, something that Cetrion noted.

" You look to me with such wonder..." the elder mused with a soft chuckle. 

 "But for now close your eyes instead," Her mother said while gently brushing her fingers down the child's face. 

Along the way the gently traveling pads brushed down her offspring's eyelids, shutting the wonderous gaze.

"Now," she hummed.

"What brings life to this world?" she questioned her child, her voice soft, always comforting. 

 "- What creates?" she asked with a voice so satiny and low, it was almost like a lullaby.

(f/n)'s small mouth moved to speak, but was stopped by a sole finger that pressed itself to her lips.

"Ah..." her mother said while smiling, amused by her young one's eagerness.

"no words.." she breathed. 

“Because there’s no one true answer, no one true feeling. Only this,” she advised.

"it comes from here," she started, while a finger pressed over her heart, before both of her hands fell to her shoulders.

They then traveled down until they reached her hands, and for just a moment they rested on her wrists, her thumbs brushing over the collection of veins that lay under her child's delicate flesh.

 "And then," she proceeded as she let her fingers graze over her open palms, "It emerges from here," she said with certainty, watching as very slowly, magic emerged from the child's hands.

It was nearly identical to her own light, and she stepped back with a smile, watching the flowing of light bask her precious young one.

The sight of such small hands in hers was truly a feeling like no other, and like the doting parent she was, she stepped back with a hand to her chest, proud.

"You are my child for certain," The god said with pride, a vanity that was seemingly unwashable.

Silently she fell to her knees, her ethereal face before the child as she spoke, 

"My darling fruit so sweet and tender..." she murmured. 

And like so many times before, it seemed as though she wasn't truly speaking to (f/n), even if she did address her. 

She realized her mother was strange at times, though, It never made her cower.

Because she could never quite read through the lines.

Her innocence still existed, obscuring those very lines.

 "- grasping to your mother's branch, " the goddess said with a touch of pride still present, and it made the little girl's face burn with humble bashfulness.

"You can create," she told the little girl, reminding her again.

Though this time, at the display of power she was certain. At the showcase of natural talent, there was no doubt, 

"- And You can also destroy," she let her know, letting her know the balance that she should uphold.

"This world," she says while over open hand, a little sphere takes shape. 

It's decorated by greenery and aqua alike, just like the earth itself, replicated into her very hand.

It was no illusion, no trickery of the eye, but rather a show of her great power; to create an entire planet within her palm, and she let her child see.

- All on a whim.

"It is yours," she breathed before crushing it, just as easily destroying it and turning it into nothing yet again, all with a smile.

Glowing eyes that held entire galaxies watched, entranced.

The familiar voice of her mother was a distant memory that emerged, offering her some comfort as she praised her, 

- "You can create." 

'I've only ever done this in my garden,' (f/n) thought while running her palms over the female's bloodied leg. 

'I think...' She added with uncertainty, no longer certain to what is in her past.

If what she’d seen were her true memories, then this was nothing in comparison.

She also knew browning leaves were nothing close to flesh, yet she was still willing to try.

She eyed the long jagged gash with benevolence the creature had never quite understood and would have studied more if the glowing brilliance that danced over her flesh didn't steal her attention more.

It felt warm, like a ray of sunshine, a comfort she hadn’t known could come from someone else, especially not one outside her kind.

The abused flesh was mended before the gentle pads of dancing fingertips traveled over the length, giving it a final inspection of how tender it was before they  moved onto the various carving over her exposed abdomen.

Multiple lines of different depths were carved over her midsection, each jagged and rough.

'What a mess they made of you...' (f/n) noted, her eyebrows furrowed as she trailed each one with a sorrowed gaze.

In disbelief, the outland creature soon scampered up, testing her new health with the movement. 

A grand smile expressed her great joy before she found herself gazing at (f/n) again, though lacking the initial startle and caution.

 Her enthusiasm very quickly settled as she acknowledged the person who'd made it possible. 

She knew humility, as well as loyalty and recognized the gesture of peace.

The female then hovered over (F/n), soon standing at her full height, making (F/n) realize the true difference between them, which was a whole two heads taller.

'I guess they're not so small,' she thought with a small hitch to her breath before she stood too, silently eyeing the other female, showing no fear.

Perhaps a hint of an unsettled air surrounded her, but her posture didn’t shift, nor did her stern face that showed she was ready for anything that came.

‘ I knew the risk, and yet I acted.’ She reminded herself.

 ‘so now I ask myself ; Would you be kind and show me the same mercy?’ (f/n) idly wondered in anticipation.

‘If your nature is truly that of a beast... then will you at the very least offer me a kinder end?’ She added, hoping that even the most gruesome outcome will be touched by leniency. 

After no initial movement, quietly, (f/n) reached out and was grateful to find compliance at her bold act. 

Silently, her index and middle finger followed the line of crimson that oozed down the larger being's sharp cheek. 

'You are no warrior...' (f/n) thought with sympathy, the blood that caked over the painted marking she wore soon coating her fingers. 

‘I know that much.’ 

'You were nothing more than an easy hunt... for someone intending more harm than glory.

And this was no act of survival on their part.

There was no virtue here; 

 hunting the defenseless.' 

She could accept anyone wanting to survive, slaughtering one of her kind as a form of defense. 

-But she could not justify harming a creature that posed no threat, such as the one before her, especially not on her territory.

conflicting feelings on her mere existence surged, though they equalized as she mused, 

‘If I want to be accepted as I am, how can I judge a creature who is born differently? who cannot fight against it’s own nature?’

Tenderly,  (f/n)'s touch eased before her hand fell to her side and she presented the other woman with a small, halfhearted smile.

After a short moment of peace, a raspy huff left the Tarkatan before she jumped back. 

Though, rather than flee, she stared the kind woman down before her hand reached over her chest and roughly tugged at a dangling accessory she wore, tearing the string that had it properly positioned.

She then stretched her arm out to (f/n), stunning her.

" For me?" (f/n) said with surprise in her demeanor before slowly reaching for the held-out piece, not at all shaken, simply surprised. 

A brief nod was all she got in response, and it roused a sweet smile from her, the expression more true than the previous one. 

'Does this mean a lot to you?' (f/n) wondered. 'Or is this just something you carry around?' She wondered, appreciative of the gesture in spite of what answer would be the truth. 

"Why?" she breathed, still smiling, her heart warm.

"Mercy..." there was a single, guttural word uttered before there were no more glances in exchange, the other female running off with lightning speed, using her healed legs at a max capacity to reach her tribe.

looking down at the necklace, (f/n)  took notice that the center piece was a tooth, one wrapped with what looked like red twine to make an accessory. 

'What is this...?' (f/n) wondered with confusion as she held it up, getting a different angle, 'This looks like a tooth, but it's huge,' She thought with confusion, though still smiling.

Little beads also decorated it, saved from the tear as they were secured by a knot that kept them from shifting.

"- It's a gesture of peace," a familiar voice informed her, and as she heard it, her breath hitched. 

Her silent musing was cut short , and the piece she’d been left with was crushed by dread.

Her grasp on the tooth went tight before she brought it to her chest, her steps faltering as she backed away. 

'Oh no...' She thought to herself, having thought she'd lost him. 

‘You mean to tell me he’s found me all the way out here?’ she thought annoyed. ‘Or has this jerk been following me the whole time?’ she considered, not putting it past him, though wondering how if there was nothing to aid him in that deviousness.

had he watched her the entire time with that smug grin she detested?

   " Those things aren't known to be kind," Black said, as though it wasn't clear before, as though she needed to be reminded.

And it irked her.

"It’s rare...but it’s  A gesture of peace for your kind act," Erron added while delivering a haughty chuckle, the emphasis on the single word detestable in its obnoxiousness.

Though, she overlooked it as she took in his spit of knowledge with understanding. 

It made sense, 

"Mercy..." (f/n) then breathed, understanding, her expression softening. 

It warmed her to think so.

“I didn’t think it was possible,” she said while thinking back to her previous thoughts of the Tarkatan’s as a whole.

" -And I thought you were naïve, but not downright stupid," He then admitted, shaking his head as a low sigh fell from him. 

his right hand went up and calmly his index and thumb held the end of his hat as he tilted his head back to look up at the starless sky.

" she would have eaten you alive if she had the chance," he informed her, and at that (F/n) grit her teeth, her hands fisted to the side.

“-if it had been any other day,” he added softly.

Gone was her face of gentle musing as he continued to talk and belittle her.

'I'm not an idiot...of course, she would have. I'm well aware,' she thought while knowing, the tooth that was in her right palm digging into her flesh.

' but how could I just sit and watch?' she wondered. 

" she pleaded with me; With her eyes, she begged.

 I couldn't understand her, but I know well enough what plea and much more, mercy are. 

-Something you clearly don't know." she said accusingly, speaking through clenched teeth. 

How could anyone turn their back?

' How could I just walk away, knowing that there was a chance I could do something? '

‘ I know what it’s like to be cast away... to be forgotten.’ 

her chin rose higher than he'd seen it rise, and there was a jaded look in her eyes as she offered no room for debate.

‘It’s more than anything you would have ever done you rotten man,’ she thought tiredly.

' Bewitching a cannibalistic beast...' The mercenary thought to himself wearily, watching her, certain she'd yet to understand how remarkable that truly was.

 '- One that would have eaten her without hesitation,' he then added with frustration, a tight-knit between his brows as he continued to watch her, gazing at the way she then looked down at her hands.

She’d taken a moment to gaze down at them as though she was reflecting on her actions, processing the ability.

-And what was possibly it’s true extent.

And he, too glared at them because  the feat of taming such a beast was outshined by how she'd done it. 

It wasn’t just some silly little trick, nor wicked sorcery from what he could surmise.

He’s been witness to enough to know when it was used.

There was no trace of corruption to be detected.

'Just what are you...?' he wondered with the same bitterness laced in his thoughts, though the touch of awe she struck him with was still there too.

The masked man stood beneath the night sky, mesmerized by the moon, enchanted by the beauty to the degree his gaze could not leave its glory. 

He waited there, lonesome until the sound of spurred steps approached, snapping him out of the visiting fog of deep musing he's succumbed to.

- It happened so frequently now...so absurdly often.

He recognized it, though it would soon stop.

Once he had her, she would mend his every burden.

- she’d be his fortune and grace.

His shoulders fell further into a slacked state as he craned his head back more, continuing to admire the scenery above.

"You're late," he commented as the hired mercenary soon stopped at arm's length, releasing a short sigh, dissatisfied himself. 

"-A prior engagement," The cowboy explained, omitting any more details, but they dealt with a certain vampires' who’s persistence was astonishing. 

"Well...it's As expected. you are a busy man after all..." his new client said before turning over to him, " Though I desire your full loyalty once I hire you. 

Meaning...I don't want you distracted by anything else." He said firmly, the tone making Erron's nonchalant stance straighten with annoyance.

"Can do," he said curtly, speaking through tightly pressed teeth.

Silence fell between them before a scroll was passed between them. 

" Erron Black...Have you ever desired something so fiercely...your blood proceeds with an unnatural flow...?" he asked as he then continued to look up at the pillowey clouds above.

"...It burns hot... with a fire you've never known before..." he adds, the words falling short of the true feeling in his chest, but it was the only thing he could say to quickly summarize it.

His glove-covered fingers danced over his torso as he let out a short huff before finally looking over to Erron, knowing the lunacy of his actions, and his words too. 

Amusement danced in his hazel eyes as out of the corner of his eye, he watched the other man look over at him with a sort of disfavor.

-Perhaps his giddiness was strange, unbecoming to him too, but it was something he had trouble suppressing. 

"- Perhaps not," he says as he's greeted with a flat look. 

'Fire...' Black meanwhile thinks, musing over the very color that burns so brightly, and for a moment he's reminded of his own flame, a frequent companion of his that's been the only one to come close. 

Though, it's not worth the mention, because whatever his client harbored then was not simply a fleeting lust and familiarity. 

- It was certainly so much more, because he’d never go out of his way like this guy was.

"- Can't say I know what you mean," Black spoke truthfully. 

Beneath his mask, the dark-cloaked male smiled with vainglory, 

"Of course..." he murmured, because how could he expect anyone to know the feeling? 

"My goddess is... one and only," he states.

"She's stolen the star from our sky, and harbors every single one in her lovely eyes," he state, a comment Black muses over as he trails his eyes up to the darkness that hangs above.

"Has she?" he asks with little trust in his words, only entertaining the man with small talk as he rambles on about his target.

Truthfully, he hadn’t cared too much about the ' why's. ' 

- He never has had following questions, but now as he stares into her eyes, he has far too many. 

It was no exaggeration, they truly were beautiful.

"She would have eaten you alive," he repeated, and she was quick to step towards him, her hardened eyes fierce, 

"And I would have let her if it means upsetting you," she said sternly, and he can detect amusement in her voice, almost as though it struck her with giddiness to scorn him.

 Part of him, perhaps the sadistic side of him considered the idea that maybe, just maybe she’d missed him, and the chance to tease him.

The sound of her voice in that spiteful tone was... anticipated...missed even.

"If it meant I didn't have to fall into your hands again," she sneered after, noticing he had the gun she’d traded right at his hip. 

That, or he’d been lucky enough to find an exact replica which she doubted. 

Whatever the case, she was displeased.

"- If you end up with nothing then I'll die happy," she added with a large smile, her arms stretched out as though she were inviting the opportunity.

Her heart was fiercely racing, and yet, she felt no angst. 

‘Why do I feel so...strange?’ she wondered, not understanding why dread wasn’t the lasting feeling. 

Of course she’d been surprised to know he found her, frightened by his sudden appearance, but it wasn't something that consumed her. 

His laughter then filled the silence that fell in between as he craned his head back, and a nauseatingly warm feeling festered in the pit of her stomach at the sound. 

soon his hands rested at his hips as he looked down at her with mirth. 

" A lot of talk for a gal that's seconds away from being roped again," he taunted, earning him a strange smile from her, one he hadn’t had the delight of seeing until then.

It was nearly kittenish, full of mischief, morso cockiness leftover from the fact that she was special in some sort of way.

'It's strange...' she mused. 

'beneath this darkness... with all of the unknown surrounding me, and much more this man before me... I feel strange.' 

‘Have I missed him?’ It was a question she briefly thought of before she quickly tried to forget it just as shamefully as she tried to overlook how strongly her heart had jumped at the possibility.

He approached her, each step slow, certain as always. 

And soon she took in a sharp breath, calculating.

Her leg went back before jutting forward , kicking the sand before her with all of her mustered strength, sending the risen grains toward him in a blinding cloud that forced him to wither. 

With a short grimace, he picked up his right hand lifting over his eyes as his left hand took the scarf the red-lined scarf up to his nose to not inhale any of the debris. 

He expected her to flee, but to his surprise, she lunged forward, tackling him down as she aimed for his midsection.

 In his moment of surprise, she took advantage, immediately reaching for his gun before she sent it flying far with a swing of her arm. 

With her other hand, she reached for the other at his side before pointing it down at him with eyes that were opened wide, filled with a surprise of her own. 

‘I... I did it...?’

She’s disarmed him, meanwhile, As he looked up at her, his dark eyes were filled with a coat of something that made them seem almost pitch black.

 Rather than the scowl of defeat she expected him to present, he offered her a look of initial surprise that settled into amusement. 

His features lifted with delight as he looked up at the woman and the pointed weapon so close to him it would be an instant end to his long life. 

And while he stared at death, he did what he always did ; 

audaciously tease it. 

His arms lay stretched out at his sides, nowhere near reaching for her, the attempt not there. 

And she felt her heart achingly race as she looked down at him subdued, for the moment. 

His only movement was a heaved chest, the heavy rise suspended as he waited, not knowing what was to come. 

- but there was one thing for sure, he'd never felt so thrilled before in his life. 

[essenceeater]

Erron black trying to court s/o headcanons? 🫡

Erron Black Courting HC's

I LITERALLY LOVE YOU FINALLY SOMEONE REQUESTS ERRON! I love him so much, cowboys are just AUGHHHH 😫😫😫 This is probably the fastest request I've written!

Character: Erron Black.

Triggers: Mentions of guns, lmk if I missed anything.

Requested: Yes

🔓 Requests are open at the moment🔓

Link to rules

🐎 Erron Black would maintain his mysterious aura but gradually reveal his softer side to his S/O. He might leave little gifts or hidden notes around to pique his S/O's curiosity. He leaves small, enigmatic notes with cryptic messages, encouraging the reader to solve them, leading to secret meetups.

🐎 Occasionally, he sends them rare desert flowers or unique trinkets as tokens of his affection.

🐎 Erron challenges you occasionally to a shooting competition in a secluded area, setting up targets in creative and challenging ways.

🐎 He'd provide shooting lessons, standing closely behind the reader to guide their aim, creating a romantic tension. He just wants to impress you with his sharp shooting skills

"Let me show you how it's done," Erron stands behind, guiding his S/O's arm, both focusing their vision on the target in front of them. "Now, squeeze the trigger gently."

🐎 An adventure might involve a surprise horseback ride to a hidden oasis, complete with a picnic he prepared. I know this is Erron we are talking about but he's gonna try his damn best to make you happy.

🐎In perilous situations, Erron would shield the reader, using his skills to ensure their safety. He'd be damned if something happened to you. He'd go to great lengths to ensure his S/O's safety, showing his commitment and care.

"I can't stand to see anyone threaten you. I'll always keep you safe, no matter what."

🐎 Erron's morally ambiguous nature might lead to inner conflicts, as he tries to balance his loyalty to Outworld with his feelings for his lover. He doesn't want to scare you away or think he'd hurt you, but he's not going to give up his outlaw life, just keep you away from the dangers.

🐎 During quiet nights by a campfire, he definitely would tell you stories, some goofy, some intense. He might gradually open up to you about his past and the reasons for his outlaw lifestyle, creating a bond of trust and intimacy.

🐎 YOU CAN'T TELL ME HE WOULDN'T TRY TO CHARM HIS S/O WHILE COURTING THEMMMMM!! HE SO WOULDDDD.

🐎 Expect lots of playful banter and teasing from Erron as he tries to charm you. His wit and humor would be part of his courtship strategy. HOWEVER THEY ARE ALL SUPER CHEESY AND FUNNY. I love him but I feel like he'd be saying some of the most goofy shit possible with someone he genuinely likes.

🐎He would tease the reader with witty one-liners, creating a playful yet flirtatious dynamic.

🐎 Banter between them would be a recurring theme, adding humor to their interactions.

"You might want to be careful, sweetheart. I've been known to steal hearts." Erron said as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him as the two of you watched the stars.

"Oh really?" S/O chuckles as they rest their head against his shoulder. Rolling their eyes at his cheesy attempt to charm.

🐎This man is an outlaw, he's unpredictable.

🐎 What does this lead to?

🐎He might surprise the reader with unexpected acts of kindness or show up when they least expect it, keeping them on their toes. All of a sudden he's appearing at their doorstep with a homemade dinner and flowers in hand.

🐎 Unexpected visits during storms, when the reader least expects it, would be Erron's way of expressing his affection.

"I brought dinner. Hope you like it."

"You can cook?"

"A little something I picked up over the years. Just for you."

🐎 Erron Black would likely be a fan of slow burn, gradually building a connection and chemistry with his S/O, making the eventual romance more rewarding from his courting.

"I reckon I want to savor every moment with you, darlin'. No rush."

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[xo-katana]

May I please request headcanons for Hanzo, Erron, Fujin, and Liu Kang reacting to their girlfriend standing up to someone who’s bullying her and kicking major ass?

°•. ✿ .•°| MK Men React To S/O Who Stands Up For Themselves

Sorry it took so long, I’ve been so busy working lol

Includes: Hanzo Hasashi, Erron, Fujin, and Liu Kang

Hanzo Hasashi

•Due to his stoic and fierce nature, he has mixed feelings about his S/O defending themselves

•He might admire his lovers strength and bravery

•He also may think that it’s his role to protect his lover and is unsure

•Will learn to trust your ability to defend and kick ass if needed

Erron

•He might be a bit intimidated at first but it does start to turn him on eventually (LOL)

•He doesn’t understand why his S/O would want to defend themselves when he’s present

•Recognizes and values his lovers abilities and independence.

• “That’s my girl.”

Fujin

•Any aftermath injuries are already cleaned and covered

•He admires his S/O as he watches it go down

•Knows you’re defending yourself for a good reason and will tell you how proud he is

•“You did the right thing my love."

Liu Kang

•He watches it with a smile on his face, a sense of pride on his face.

•After he watches his S/O kick ass, he has to kick them. (just incase)

•Because of his human nature, his hands are definitely roaming around his lovers body after everything calms down

•“You’re going to have to teach me that move you did earlier.”

•“I’m going to have to tell Kung Lao about this later.”

[b4b3tte]

MAY THE BEST MAN WIN

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Erron black decides to test the waters by flirting with you in front of Kano, but with him having some slight possessive nature,, he cannot let that happen any further without going down with a challenge

Pairing — Erron!Black x GN!Reader! X Kano!Reader

Contains of — Flirting, Pet names, jealousy, slight possessiveness, semi-argumentative behavior

My note — i am officially going on a MK writing spree, hopefully you enjoy this!! If you like it and would like to see more dont be afraid to send in a part 2 request or an idea of what you want to happen next, reader can be female or male, I’m trying to make my works as inclusive as possible!! Enjoy, Besitos 💋

Part two

Kano couldn't believe his eyes as he watched Erron Black, a rival he had crossed paths with many times in the past, shamelessly flirting with you.

Erron constantly looking at you up and down flashing his charming smile trying his hardest to make you feel enchanted by him,

As Kano watched from Afar His jaw clenched, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eye.

You and Kano have had some tension between you two before, recently you guys almost shared a kiss 2 weeks ago on a mission on a military base but obviously went to shit as it was ruined when Sonya and Johnny made a surprise ambush with Cassie& the others BUT THAT IS BESIDES THE POINT ( lmk if u want a singular fic on that)

As Erron Black continued his charming advances, Kano decided he'd had enough. He swaggered over, his usual bravado on full display. "Well, well, what's goin' on here?" he sneered, casting a knowing glance at you.

Erron raised an eyebrow, not one to back down from a challenge. "Just havin' a friendly chat with your lovely friend here, Kano," he replied, his eyes locked with yours.

Of course Kano's response was a mixture of his characteristic sarcasm and intimidation. "Friendly, eh? Y'know, darling, this one here might be a good shot with his guns, but I'm the real danger."

Erron chuckled, his voice smooth as whiskey. "Well, now, Kano, I've heard about your dangerous streak, but I reckon we're all just tryin' to have a good time, aren’t we hun “ he says the last 3 words looking at you

You felt like a pawn in a bizarre showdown between these two strong personalities. Kano's actions were driven by his jealousy and possessive nature, but there was an underlying concern for your feelings.

Kano leaned in closer to you, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You see, sweetheart, he might be good with a gun, but I've got a silver tongue to match."

Erron Black, undeterred, leaned in from the other side. "Now, sugar, you don't have to choose just yet. We can all have a little fun."

As the bickering went on and on it was extremely obvious Kano isn’t down for a good time and doesn’t like sharing what is his, as it continued, you couldn't help but find the absurdity of the situation amusing.

Kano's antics, while often misguided, were a testament to the depth of his affection for you and the way he tried to assert his presence, even in the face of competition from someone as charismatic as Erron Black.

Kano's grin widened as he locked eyes with Erron. "A competition, then? Winner gets a kiss from the lovely Y/n."

Erron smirked, accepting the challenge. "You're on, Kano. May the best man win."

In the end, Erron Black may have started the flirtatious banter, but Kano's presence was a bold reminder that you were a coveted individual, and he was willing to go to great lengths to make sure you knew it. The flirting contest, despite its chaotic and comical moments, was a testament to the unconventional dynamics at play.

My next post is Kano X Reader Semi-Flirty Introduction Dialogue!! Let me know if I should post immediately or wait until Saturday?! Otherwise thanks for reading!! Have a wonderful day and remember you are enough!! Besitos 💋💋

[mercedescorvette]

[iris-of-bliss]

Bathroom Break [18+]

Summary: You and the two Black Dragon boys go to personal business in a public restroom. Kano was getting annoyed about not being able to see you, but that makes it all the better for Kabal.

Pairing(s): Kabal/F!Reader/Erron Black

Warning(s): Teasing, Oral, Praise Kink, Double Penetration

The night of the Black Dragon Fight Club has been wild so far. Hollered cheers through the crowd keep up the energy of the competition between newcomers Kira and Kobra. Kano is seen watching from the distance on his so-called throne in the bar area. He is on his third bottle of beer as he waits impatiently for the clan’s top nurse. You were supposed to patch the fighters up after their fight ends, which will take a while since submitting to the fight was not an option for them. There is going to be one winner after the other gets knocked out eventually. Aside from that, Kano needed to have some sort of “private discussion” with you later. Though, this would be far from a talk you might have assumed he planned. He knows for sure that you, Kabal, and Erron were going at it in privacy. He had gotten jealous, but you didn’t care about how he feels. You never liked him. No, you despise him. You only joined the Black Dragon for the money…and a couple of handsome men.

While the fight continued on, the ring leader catches earth elemental ninja Tremor approaching him at the corner of his eye. He remembered handing out a job for him to sell off or trade weapons with god knows who. The earth ninja speaks with his usual heavy tone, “I have taken care of the weapons, Kano. What else do you need of me?”

“Eh, nothing else really,” Kano replies, “Besides, have you found our nurse lately? I’ve been meaning to talk to her all day.”

“Which one?”

“You know what I’m talkin’ about. The one with the fine piece of ass?”

His response causes Tremor to grow already irritated. He wishes for a well needed break after doing endless chores for his boss the entire day. The ninja’s eyebrows furrow and ends the conversation before walking off, “I will head off to meditate.”

“Fine, go ahead and do your yoga,” Kano becomes annoyed whilst downing his beer.

Kano leans back to cross his legs to the side of the bar. He taps the side of his shoe against the surface in an impatient manner as he watches the fight go on. Where the hell were you? It wouldn’t be a surprise if you were messing around with the two mercenaries again. Kano has had it and utters to himself, “Damn it, where the everlovin’ fuck is she?”

—

“That’s it, just like that, babydoll,” Erron coos down to you while you were busy sucking off his cock. The restroom has been empty since the three of you entered inside. You share one of the stalls to commit filthy acts once again, although it was a bit full, but not too crammed. Erron sat on the toilet seat as he watches you on your knees tasting away his length. The cowboy grips your hair gently to help keep up the pace. Kabal watches you from the corner of the stall, his back leaning against the spot with arms crossed. He didn’t mind watching you suck Black off. The way you bobbed your head back and fourth whilst gripping his jeans looked amazing to him. This made the session for you all the more thrilling.

Erron groans after feeling the tip of your tongue tease underneath the shaft, “Fuck. You weren’t wrong about her being this good.”

“Damn right I’m not,” Kabal snickered. Erron thought you would be good at giving head in some way, but this was way better than he expected. Those smooth tongue motions you made stroking around his cock, tasting every spot of the skin. You felt warm around him, and his hips start to rock in slow movements. The cowboy sighs as soon as he feels his sex twitch in your mouth. He was about to get close, but just enough for you to get off him.

“Alright, sugar, time to get off,” he spoke before you pulled back, “go ahead and handle speedy back there.”

The merc leans forward to unzip his cargos as you turn to face him. He signals you to get close to him before you motion yourself towards his now exposed length. He kept stroking himself to get more erect for you and aims the head close to your lips. Erron begins to watch you while he strokes himself as well to keep his dick hard for the finale.

Kabal soon demands darkly, “Be sure to suck me good, doll face.”

You nod as you proceed to plant a few kisses on it. Afterwards, your lips take in the head first, then slid down to his shaft. He releases a low moan from the tease as you began to bob your head again. You can feel one of his hands grip a handful of your hair, caressing through the soft strands. Your face turns into a slight red as you moan on his cock. Kabal bucks into you a little, seeming as if he was trying to penetrate your mouth.

“You’re so good at this,” he utters, “Good with your mouth and taking me in like this…”

You hum around his cock and sucked a bit quicker. All of this oral has been making your cunt wet for both of them. You guide your hands above the waist of his cargos to tug at them, taking him in deeper. Savoring his entire length inside you made Kabal’s stomach twitch. He bites his lip and shuts his eyes tight whilst whispering swears to himself. He was already getting close to his release thanks to your oral experience. As much as Kabal wanted to keep going, he didn’t want his plan to pass by. He then pulls your mouth off him with a string of saliva breaking off from between. You pant for some air and look up at him, awaiting for what happens next. You can hear your boyfriend catch his breath as well.

“Damn, honestly wish you could just finish us off,” Kabal grins before signaling you to get up, “Come here, sweetheart.”

You take Kabal by his hand to stand up and lick your lips. He takes your other hand with both pairs of eyes softly looking into each other. This would be one of the sweeter moments during the lewd acts of intimacy, even though he invited his friend over. Kabal starts landing kisses on your lips before you return the favor. He tugs at the hem of your shirt, reminding you to strip off. You did as he wanted and remove all of your clothes until remaining fully nude. The merc’s hands snake down your sides to further admire your figure like a vision of art. Erron sneaks up from behind you until rubbing his length against your ass, causing you to yelp. Kabal then slides his hand down your hip only to lift it up his side. You wrap you arms around his neck to prevent from falling. He then looks at Black.

“Lend me a hand,” Kabal orders him, “I’ll hold onto her legs, you take the waist.”

“With pleasure,” the cowboy replied, “Ain’t that right, sugar?”

The way he says that nickname made your spine shiver. You allow both men to pick you up while holding onto the speedster. What were these two scheming? Kabal lifts your legs up just enough for the knees to align with your head. Erron keeps ahold of your waist from behind. Preparation wasn’t on your mind until feeling both holes enter inside of you. The unexpected entries made you mewl with lust. Shifting and throbbing of cocks making you full doesn’t stop you from biting your lip and whimpering. This scenario could be seen as some wet dream, but no, this was happening in reality.

Kabal kisses your cheek as he whispers in your ear, “Get ready for a ride, doll face.”

You hold him for dear life before they begin thrusting into you. The sensation felt so good this way. The endless bouncing on both cocks made you end up gripping the fur of Kabal’s jacket. You throw your head back to Black’s shoulder through those sinful cries. He places kisses along your cheek as you turn to your side. This gave Kabal clear access to your neck, biting and licking at the base. Sounds of husky breathing across your skin makes your eyes roll back. The atmosphere feels so good. No, it feels perfect actually. You were already sweating from all the fucking and heat between the men.

Erron let out a chuckle, “I bet you’re liking how this feels, babydoll.”

“You enjoy us fucking you good, isn’t that right?”

Their flirting makes you moan further, “Ah! Y-yes, more!”

“Sounds like it.”

Kabal tightly holds you from under your hips, pushing them back just a little more. He kisses up to your jawline before making it to your lips to silence you. Erron kisses the back of your head and brings a hand to your breast, squeezing it gently whilst teasing at your nipple. You can tell that you were close as sounds of wet skin slapping and hitched moans were apparent. Your legs were getting weak whereas the men continue to fuck you tirelessly. They’ve got plenty of stamina to plow you inside a restroom like this. Any disturbance is less important to them at the moment. If they were to come by, they just ignore it. These guys are Kano’s top mercenaries after all.

“Oh god! I’m about to,” you speak breathlessly.

“You’re about to what?” Kabal asks.

“I’m about to cum! Please finish me!”

Erron’s lips brush your ear, “I think we all are, babydoll.”

Kabal and Erron kiss all over you during the climax. You hold onto both of them by the back of their heads. Loud mewls spill out of you, causing echos from within the empty area. They were loud enough for a passerby to hear. Both men erupted moans as the three of you came to the end. Your body snaps and rides out the high. Your voice is shaky regardless of how much air you take in. The men caress you skin to help calm down. They gave you a sweet kiss on the lips before pulling out carefully one at a time. Thankfully there was enough toilet paper left for them to clean up. You were set down on the floor to get taken care of first before managing the rest. You were too tired to walk again. Hell, your legs feel useless anyway.

Out of nowhere, you hear the sound of a knock from the door. The three of you jump from the sudden noise. Were you guys too loud? Did anyone notice you fucking in the restroom? Either way, you were already caught. Kabal utilized his quick thinking before coming up with an idea, “I’ll go check for someone outside. If it’s clear, I’ll signal you to take her to my bunk.”

Erron nods before he carries you bridal style, waiting for the signal. The speed demon walks out of the stall and peeps the restroom door open. Strangely, no one seems to be there. There has to be someone near, right?

“It’s clear. Now go,” Kabal alerts Erron, his voice kept as quiet as possible. He opens the door for him to get out with you. Erron looks back and forth in the hallway before heading to his friend’s room. The merc watches from the distance until he senses a large presence behind him.

“Kano is in need for someone.”

The voice made him jump and let out a sigh of relief that it wasn’t Kano. He recognizes the heavy voice belonging to Tremor. Kabal turns to the rock ninja, “You scared the hell out of me, jackass. Besides, he’s not gonna make an appointment with the top nurse tonight.”

“You knew?”

“Sure I do. I’m not letting that rat bastard lay a single finger on her.”

Tremor raised a brow at his statement. It was obvious he had no idea you two were a thing. He believed you were only going at it for fun. It wasn’t just him, though. A lot of other Black Dragon members assumed the same thing. Your relationship was none of his business anyway.

“Alright then, I will head off. I’m not letting your foolishness get into my business,” Tremor turns to walk away.

“I beg your pardon?”

The ninja halted to look back over his shoulder, “I said what I said. Now go ahead and finish what you were doing.”

Kabal watches Tremor walk off elsewhere. He rolls his eyes before dashing back in to snatch your clothes. Kano isn’t earning a chance to mess with you. Not on his watch.

[nostalgiacauseitstrendy]

Unexpected Delivery- Kabal x F!Reader

So I had an idea of a reader who gets unexpectedly pregnant by Kabal and potential interactions the reader might have with other kombatants as a result of them finding out they're pregnant.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, bodily functions, abortion thoughts.

Background:

Y/n is a kombatant, morally grey. Grew up in the south side of Chicago, living vagrantly and poor. Pick your own skills/abilities. Y/n is sometimes on the side of good, sometimes not. Y/n interacts with the Black Dragon faction every now and then for quick missions for quick pay, although she is not a dedicated member (merc; she doesn't like killing unnecessarily). Y/n and Kabal have been dating and getting busy for the past 10 months (and its poorly kept secret, everyone knows). Also (b/c this is my story, fight me) you are really close to Mileena. Y/n realizes Mileena is just misunderstood and just wants to be accepted and loved :) (this is relevant later).

Story:

"Fuck, fuck!" y/n paced in her bathroom what seemed like an eternity before shakily picking up the third and final pregnancy test off the side of their bathtub.

The two lines flipped Y/n's denial back on its head. Y/n was pregnant, and she had suspected so for a couple of weeks. Frequent urination, body aches, sore nips- all the alarms went off for Y/n, but those parallel pink lines struck like a ton of bricks. Was it worth telling Kabal? Should she just terminate? How far along was she? Y/n had to lean against the sink as these thoughts made her woozy.

Y/n unlocked her phone and began to type a long message to the speedster, but selected it all and deleted it. Y/n was lost in infinite possibilities. She would have to stop doing runs for the Black Dragon. What about Kabal? Y/n did not want their child to be exposed to any of the criminal syndicate, especially...Kano.

The words though, their child rung in Y/n's head, immediately spurring a flurry of butterflies in her stomach. She imagined Kabal with a goofy grin, speeding around with their child. She knew from the few times he's spoke on it, he values family and wants a big family of his own. She imagined their little family watching nerdy movies like Star Wars or Ninja Mime...

Y/n swattted at the air as to physically dismiss her thoughts. She had a mission today and that came first. She decided if she was going to tell Kabal, it would be after she completed this mission.

...

Y/n had to pick up some packages for the Black Dragon. Minus an excessive amount of stealth, this should have been a straight-forward and easy mission. All Y/n had to do was bust open the back of the truck and steal the two smallest boxes. Y/n drew a ragged breath before engaging. Looking through the poorly lit truck, she found the two smallest boxes surrounded by piles of larger boxes keeping those two in place. What are in the boxes? Who knows, Y/n does not ask, as she likes to keep some emotional investment apart from her despicable position. She does this for money, not for shits and giggles.

Reminiscing on her days homeless on the streets of Chicago, Y/n quickly moved the larger boxes before snatching the two and taking off. Despite her speedy pace, Y/n was not as fast as she normally would be, knowing damn well why. This cost her, however, as gunfire began to ring out. Y/n dashed off as fast as she could, but took a bullet near her lower abdomen. Y/n screeched in pain, but also fear- what about her baby?

Y/n gritted her teeth and kept running as fast she could, bleeding out in the process. Y/n reached the Black Dragon compound after 10 minutes of running. As she pushed the doors open, she drew a ragged breath, and the floor began to speed towards her. Everything went black.

...

Y/n groaned and winced, perceiving the bright lights of the infirmary through her eyelids. Realization hit Y/n like a ton of bricks, however, and she sat quickly and violently upright. Y/n let out a grunt before taking in her surroundings. As she quickly surveyed the room, her eyes met with a mask all too familiar. In a millisecond he was at her bedside, speaking 100 miles per hour. All Y/n could make out is "what the fuck happened?" "I'll never let you go on a mission alone again." "Those fuckers are going to pay..." Y/n drowned out Kabal's stammering once she saw a medic.

Staring at y/n, y/n asked the head medic, in merely a whimper, "how is my baby?" Dumbfounded, but lightly amused, Kabal said "I'm fine but what the hell happened to you? Are you okay?" Y/n would have laughed had not the situation been dire.

"The bullet just barely missed the babies. We ran some tests, from we can tell, the babies are healthy for three months." Holy shit, three months? BABIES? PLURAL?

Although he had a mask on, you knew Kabal was blank. For what felt like years, he did not say a word. Then, merely a pained whisper, Kabal asked, "why didn't you tell me?"

"I planned to tell you right after my mission. I legitimately found out this morning. I was still processing it myself."

Kabal sat quietly, before walking away. "Kabal, wai-," he was already gone. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. Was he just going to throw everything away? Just leave just like that? All the crying and the morphine began to takeover, and Y/n began to unwillingly drift off.

When she awoke, she was at her apartment, in her bed. Pacing in the living room, was the speedster. As rare as it could be, he was unmasked and in a plain white tee and black sweatpants. Besides intimate moments, Y/n did not see this casual side often. Kabal was known to be ashamed of his disfigurement. To Y/n, however, the burns meant nothing at all. You loved that man with every fiber of your being.

Kabal heard the sheets slightly ruffle and looked to see Y/n awake and dashed over. Staring down for a moment, is soft brown eyes met yours, vulnerability painted over them. "The doctor said its twins, said we'd know the gender in two more months." Kabal saying "we" was a relief, calming your heart rate and the warmth running up your throat. Y/n swallowed back the potential nervous vomit before stating, "I thought you were going to leave me."

Kabal flinched slightly, as though you'd physically punched him. "Why would I ever do that? Y/n...although sooner than expected, this is always wanted. A peaceful life, loving kids, loving wife..if you are offering me that, I would never pass it up."

Y/n was about to reply before you stopped. Wife? You involuntarily smiled and blushed at the idea before verbalizing that exact question, "Wife?"

Kabal smiled before getting up and speeding around to your side of the bed, digging in his pocket.

"I know I am bottom-feeder, a nobody." His brows furrowed for a moment, but then his face softened. "But you make me feel like I am somebody, Y/n. I forget the monster I see in the mirror every morning. You love me like no one has ever loved me, Y/n. There is nothing I want more to spend the rest of my life with you and this family we're making. Will you marry me, Y/n?" The beautiful black and diamond ring sparkled brightly.

Of course you said yes.

Interactions:

Kano: "Don't think just cause Kabal knocked ya up I am givin either of ya a break."

Y/N: "Wouldn't expect anything less, cue ball."

Kano: "Just for that, I am goin to make sure ya suffer."

-

Kano: "I gotta ask, is Kabal too fast in bed?"

Y/n: "Drop it."

Kano: "Ill take that as a yes."

-

Kano: "Don't think I am giving you paternity leave."

Kabal: "I'm taking permanent leave."

Kano: "In a body bag. Shame ya kids will be without a daddy."

-

Sindel: "So you let that bottom-feeder weaken you with a child."

Y/n: "Here I was, going to ask you for any pregnancy tips."

Sindel (disheartened): "Edenian pregnancies are different than Earthrealmers but, make the speedster give you backrubs."

Y/n: "Noted."

-

Y/n: "I gotta ask, any pregnancy tips?"

Sonya (face softens): "You're not going to like it but, low-strain exercise will actually help."

Y/n: "You're right, I didn't like that."

-

Sonya: "You better treat Y/n like a damn princess."

Kabal: "Yes, madam bootlicker." *sarcastically salutes*

Sonya: *sigh* "I tried, Y/n."

-

Sonya: "I don't know what Y/n sees in you."

Kabal: "At least Y/n didn't bang Johnny."

Sonya: "Now ya done it."

-

Cassie Cage: "Please tell me you're having a gender reveal party."

Y/n: "Maybe...."

Cassie Cage: "PLEASE let me plan it. Please."

-

Kabal: *regretfully* "Any advice on being a father?"

Johnny Cage: "Oh my god so first....When I first...you gotta be prepared for...'"*endless rambling*

Kabal: "I shouldn't have asked."

-

Johnny Cage: "So, finally settling down, eh?"

Kabal: "Choose your words carefully, Cage."

Johnny Cage: "Congrats."

Kabal: "That was surprisingly..genuine."

-

Kabal: "I am not going to make my kids watch your trash movies, Cage."

Johnny Cage: "C'mon, they're fun for the whole family!"

Kabal: "I don't want to fry their brains that early."

-

Y/n: "Look, I can pick anyone for Godmother, you can pick anyone for Godfather."

Kabal: "Deal. No quips about who I pick though."

Y/n: "Same goes for me."

-

Mileena: "Dearest Y/n."

Y/n: "I have to ask you something." *explains what a Godmother is* "Would you like to be the Godmother of my twins?"

Mileena: *tearfully runs and hugs you, no fight ensues, match ends in immediate friendship*

-

Kabal: "MILEENA? Are you serious?"

Y/n: "Like Erron is any better?"

Kabal: "She will eat them!"

Y/n: "You said no quips."

[enterwittyjokehere]

Guess who's finally back from vacation :þ.

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

Intimate Interrogation

[Erron Black x afab! Reader]

[⚠️Warnings⚠️]

[Afab reader]

[Masculine nicknames used]

[Heavy smut 18+ only]

[Fair warning implied non- consent]

[Kidnapped...]

[PART of the Dead Dove Club]

[Dead Dove Do Not Eat]

[Mutiple Org*sms]

[Fingering]

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

Why were you here?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who is…?”

“Kotal Kahn.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N-No, I can’t… Erron, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[2346khith]

The night the black dragons found true fear (and the day Kabal's plan went into motion)

A man walks down the street until he gets approached by a group of arm men in an ally way. They had tattoos with a dagger being surrounded by two dragons on either side. Black Dragons. It's been a few years since they last made this city apart of their territory but since then they been quite busy, killing off politicians and extorting money off of the the innocent. They've been waging war with the police for years now neither side backing down but neither actually making any progress.That was until that one night. Every now and then a few goons will go out of their way to wander the streets looking for anybody to rob. Or kill. It didn't matter to them, only that they were having fun. That night a group of 15 of them were heavily drunk and wander around looking to pick a fight when they stumbled across that man.

Goon 1: Oi!! You there. They hell you doing out so late? Don't yah got a curfew.

The man didn't say anything.

Goon 2: Hey!! He talking to you yah bitch!! What are yah deaf?

Goon 3: Nah maybe he's some mute.

Goon 4: Hey tell yah what, you gives all yah got and maybe we won't kill you for this disrespect.

The man slowly turns around to show a rugged man with a stubbled beard, long silky black hair, eyes as blue as the sky with a long and deep looking scar on his right eye. Part Chinese, part Caucasian. His a lot more well physic than they expected having a bulky yet nimble build and a very tired yet feel to him.

The man: Look I had a long day. I had to take my sisters car to the shop in traffic, the grocery stores were crowded so I barely got anything and my niece has the flu. So I'll be the ones making the demand. Get out of the way and let me get home. And while you're at it quit your jobs so I don't have to run into you guys again. One of them scoffed.

Goon 5: Oooh look who thinks he all that!! Shame really you seem like a nice guy.

Goon 6: Not for me. I needed an excuse to break some bones.

The man: I see. Tell me though. Do you have any families? Anybody body to go home to.

Goon 7: What the... I'm mean Jeff got his dame back home. And Carl and Mark got a bunch of brats they always complain about.

He pointed to the three men, one looking afraid, one looking ashamed and one looking pissed.

The man sighed: Good to know.

Suddenly an Ice pillars appear hitting the three men launching them across the street. They're not dead though one of them might have a broken jaw but other wise there just unconscious.

Goon 6: What the...

But before he can complete what he was about to say he turned to see himself face to face at the man charging at him clearing the distance in record time. Behind him he held a giant great sword out of ice.

The man: Don't say I didn't give you the chance.

...

The next morning cops were everywhere at the site, staring agasp at the aftermath of carnage that was left behind. Bodies mutilated, torn from the waist, limbs stuffed and broken, eyes leek out of skulls with ice all around the area.

Cop 1: What the fu... how the hel... how is this possible?

Cop 2: Not sure... we tried interrogating the three survivors but they not sure what happen, extensive brain damage made it so they don't got any recollection of what happened that night.

Cop 1: Well what ever happened, I don't think it was an isolated event. We've been monitoring some members of interest for a while but they went mysteriously missing out of nowhere. Are undercover members only manage to get that they we're apparently on break but I don't believe it.

Cop 2: You think this has something to do with the disappearances?

Cop 1: Precisely. Wait what that.

The cop picks up a strange piece of meddle with a strange marking on it. It had an inverted triangle of it on top of a circle that had three circles cut out of it from where the point were.

Cop 2: Huh that kinda looks familia... wait that gives me an idea. I got some friends I can call up about this.

Cop 1: What do you mean frie... this is a private investiga...

Cop 2: Trust me I know what I'm doing.

Cop 1: Who the hell even are you?

Cop 2: Kurtis Stryker sir, NYPD finest.

Cop 1: Nyp... this isn't new y...

Kurtis: I transfered.

He walked away before the commanding officer could finish his sentence. On his way to his cruiser he began to text a number marked SF.

Kurtis: Sonya gonna love this. That or be extremely pissed.

...

Back at the Black Dragon based everyone is currently on edge hearing the news of of their own members being slaughtered by cattle. That is except for one member. The man was sitting at ,what was technically a personal bar for the Black Dragon, sipping on some cheap beer lost in thought. He had tannish skin, if you can see past all the burn marks, a messy mohawk wearing a respirator with multiple tubes tied to a pack. He was thinking about how much he hated here. How he wanted to get out of here. About how much he wanted to kill kano with his bare hands. How he wanted to go back to New York. To see Kurtis again. To be with him again. Just then another man sat at the bar. He was in a attire reminiscence of those a stereotypical cowboy, though more revealing and made out of leather, with a mask covering the lower half of his face. He grabs a glass and pours himself a glass of their good whiskey, chugging it down in one gulp.

Erron: Your taking the news pretty well.

Kabal: Nah just don't care that much. Didn't know the guys personally. You asked me they had it coming?

Erron: Oh I don't deny that they had it coming, I'm talking about the whole thing the ice in July. Surprised you ain't freaking out about it.

Kabal: I got super speed out of nowhere, you're an immortal cowboy, we got a guy who made of rocks who are bouncer and a cyborg for a boss. To be honest I stopped being surprised a long time ago.

Erron: Heh Fair. Still must be nice , a new challenge, somebody unexpected, somebody .... who might give you a helping hand at getting out.

Kabal eyes widen reaching for his hookswords before being stopped by Erron pointing a gun at his midsection.

Erron: I ain't going to give you know trouble.

Kabal: Says the guy point a gun at me.

Erron: Okay fair. But I want to help... in a sense.

Kabal: What do you mean...

Erron: Like I said things been boring around here lately, this could be pretty fun. And I'm just as sick of working under Kano as you are. So how bout after this drink we go searching a bit for that ice fellow.

Kabal: To get help or to pick a fight?

Erron: Why not both? So what do you say partner?

He raises a glass towards him. Kabal ponders for a bit, then sighs.

Kabal: Fine.

He clinks his bottle to Erron's.

Kabal: But if I get any sense your using me I'll rip your jaw and shove it down your throt.

Erron: Heh don't tempt me.

...

Also to just let you know I got the idea of Kabal and Erron leaving the Black dragon from @running-with-the-feels defection au. Please don't be mad at me.

...

Liang switches through the various channels on the tv until settling on a nature documentary on scorpions. He's never really used a tv before. I mean he watched stuff on a tv a while on missions and there was a monitor at the the Lin Kuei based but they just used that to play back missions. He stares at the screen thinking about his now that he's found his sister. It absolutely nothing like his old life in the Lin Kuei. I'm sure he would kill a few off black dragon members but that was of his own will now instead of the command of a grandmaster. Compared to that. Life been more tame, no harsh training, more opportunities for down, different experiences like zoos, and museums and other things. One hand it felt so wrong. He was a warrior, he shouldn't be contempt to live in such bliss. But on the other hand it felt right, like this was a life he should've had if it hadn't ben taken from him at such a young age. It like the he been finally handed something that belong to him but the something is holding him back from truly enjoying it. Just then a little girl with a stuffy nose and pjs clutching a blanket walks down the stairs and into the living room.

Frost: Morning Uncle Liang.

Liang: Morning Holly. (By the way Holly is the name I've given my version of frost) Shouldn't you be asleep still?

Frost: yeah but my stomach hurts too much.

Liang: Oh I'm sorry to hear that dear. Let me boil you some tea.

Frost: Ok. Can it at least have honey in it?

Liang: Let me check.

It's so alien to him. This domestic feeling, especially being an uncle. Even when he's been on missions he's never needed to be around children much less look out for one. Maybe things would have been different if he was raised by his mom. His... mom. Then he heres rthe fire alarm.

Liang: Oh shit the stove!!

He knock the kettle out of the way and and turning the stove completely off.

Liang: Ok, that was a close call.

Frost: Uhh... Uncle Liang...?

She points towards the kettle which had been severely dented.

Liang: Uhh... okay this maybe a weird question to ask a seven year old but do you know how to fix it this.

Frost: No but I think mom mentioned something about an antique shop down the road that fixes stuff.

Liang: Great your coming with me.

Frost:What why? Didn't say that I should be getting back to sleep.

Liang: You help me we'll get to watch your movie pick tonight.

They got dressed and headed out towards the old car that once belonged to his mother.

Frost: Hey uncle Liang. Me and mom always told you on how our lives were, why don't you tell us about your life.

Liang...Maybe some other time kay kiddo.

The entered the car and began to drove away. All while a man in yellow cloth and armor watches from the shadows with his pale white eyes.

...

And that was a scenario in my au but don't leave yet because I have something to share and a question for all of the three people who follow me.

If you haven't seen from my post a large some of Palestinian refugees have been messaging me asking for my help. Unfortunately I do not have either a bank account, a job or money to donate to so I've been just reblogging posts and asking people to donate to them or reblog the post themselves. However these post aren't very popular and thus don't get enough attention. I once thought I could just put a bunch of random tags underneath so it would reach more people but then I found out that would be consider as reaching so I stopped. So I'm proposing a solution to this. I would end up doing regular post about my interest, opinions, headcanons and aus but at the end of every post I would also advertise one or more of the people asking for donations and then ask people to either donate to those people or ask them to reblog their pin post to spread out the word. Now I've stated this before but I'm completely unexperienced towards the mechanic of tumblr and their policys so I do not know if this would go against anything. Hence why I'm asking all of you. Again I don't have the money available to help them so I need to find a different way.

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[random111sposts]

Story idea: Erron Black ends up meeting with a young child cyborg created by Kronika to be the robotic god of learning that was supposed to help Kronika learn more about humanity in a more direct light in order to better defeat Raiden and Liu Kang

But since Kronika is a horrible parent to said robot child, robot child ends up running away because turns out forcing your child to be a tool isn't so cool

Later on, Erron and robot child end up learning that they have a lot of common beliefs and mindsets so he ends up adopting the robot child TLOU style

Cyborg kid has a playful and chesire cat personality but is still straightforward and doesn't see the point in wasting time with one-liners when there is so much left to learn and take advantage of to achieve their goal

Child is kind of an anti-hero (Also, they are similar to Hermes, the Epic the Musical version specifically)

To add, Cyborg can only turn into things that they know the full biology and system of, so it has to be full mimicry

[kan-opener]

Rewatched Brokeback Mountain and now I REALLY need a Erron x Male reader fic, like so badly 🙏

Not sure who to request for this but if you do write thing @ me in it

[mk-nightrider]

~A Very Special WIP Whenever~

From the upcoming chapter of Nightrider. A little interlude into the world of little Tomek.

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Sunlight trickled through slim medieval windows like cool honey off a spoon. Stretching across tile floors and climbing up askew covers to slide across pillows right into the face of a still slumbering Tomek. Small features scrunched up as harsh rays pulled him from a blissfully quiet sleep. The first he’d had in what felt like forever to his young mind. Things finally seemed… quiet. Though he could not put his finger on why just yet. 

It wasn’t something he was even keen to ponder at his age nor this early in the day. Instead, the little boy scooted his way blindly across oceans of bed until he found the land he sought. His mother’s arm wrapped carefully around the tiny bundle that was his sister, Wilhelmina. Sleep was roughly rubbed from his eyes as he propped himself up to gaze at her. 

“Meena… Meena, Meena…” He spoke in a sing-song manner, barely above a whisper while he adjusted blankets. Mirroring Skarlet’s own careful actions to make sure her face stayed clear of fabrics when she slept. Once satisfied with his work, Tomek scooted his way up the bed to lay his head against Skarlet’s shoulder. Eyes still fixed on his little sister. He still couldn’t quite fathom it. How something so little, so squishy, could exist.

Simple adoration was soon overtaken by the creeping shadow of more complex emotions. He had a job now. A duty pressed upon him by Kano in the eve before he left them. Sweeping the young boy aside on a walk while Skarlet was busy meeting Wilhelmina’s many needs. Bringing his mismatched eyes level with Tomek’s and clasping large hands over his shoulders. “Tommy… got a job for you, alright? While I’m gone, you gotta look after yer mum and Billie. Got it? Means you gotta toughen up. You’re a big brother now which means you can’t be cryin an’ fussin. Mum’s busy enough with Billie and she’s gonna need your help to keep her safe.” Tomek’s hands curled into fists at the memory. He could do this. He could be tough. He could… A spark of anger flared in his heart. Little fists began to tremble in something akin to betrayal. Ever since the rainstorm he could not think about Kano without feeling angry. It was so strange to him. He had been sad when Kano left, yes. But not angry. Almost as if this anger wasn’t his. A sensation the young boy could never hope to articulate even if he were on speaking terms with the world.

Today though, it felt different. More distant. Easily forgotten when Wilhelmina suddenly let loose a squeaking yawn in her sleep. Adoration returned with a flood of muttering and fussing as he made sure Wilhelmina wasn’t uncomfortable. To make sure teensy razor sharp nails didn’t find their way loose from her swaddle to accidentally scratch her face. 

Still, Tomek was barely done being a toddler. A sense of duty wasn’t enough to keep his mind engaged once his sister settled back to sleep and Skarlet continued to slumber. Boredom sent his eyes searching around the room for stimulation with a familiar shape quickly catching his eye. The smooth black stone he’d plucked from the beaches so long ago it felt more like a dream. A frown tugged at the corner of his lips. What was it doing here? The grouchy man with the funny hat was supposed to have it…

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[between-the-matches-verse]

Throughout the Eras Chapter 30 Preview

"Prefect Kotal, what brings you out here this late at night?" Li Mei asked. She spotted him and Erron Black chattering behind one of the festival stalls that had been set up for the upcoming tournament.

"It's about General Shao," Kotal began. "Without him, Outworld's military is falling into disorder. I even hear whispers of potential treason."

[b4b3tte]

MAY THE BEST MAN WIN PART 2

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Erron black decides to test the waters by flirting with you in front of Kano, but with him having some slight possessive nature,, he cannot let that happen any further without going down with a challenge

Description on this part — Basically Another flirty remarks made towards you, but you,Erron,Kano are set on a mission but Kano is dead set on making sure Erron isn’t making moves on you. ( Also getting closer to Erron!)

Pairing — Erron!Black x GN!Reader X Kano!Mk11

My note — RAHH I’m so surprised people actually liked this!! I am so glad!! 2 people asked for a request so sorry if I couldn’t reply and edit this on the inbox but here it is, hopefully it meets up towards your expectations!! And to make it clear you can be female,Male,Nonbinary to read this I wanna make my works inclusive as possible, I’ve gotten a lot of nsfw requests so if you want to read my guidelines for it please let me know

Another night at the black dragon fighting club, Kano, never one to back down, leaned in closer to you, his voice dripping with mischief. "Y'know, luv, I'd hate to see that charming smile of yours go to waste. Why don't you give the dangerous life a break and join me for a night on the town?"

Erron Black, on the other hand, wasn't about to let Kano have the last word. He leaned in with an even smoother tone, trying to maintain his suave demeanor. "Or, darling, you can take a walk on the wild side with me. I promise you won't regret it."

Your eyes darted between the two men, both vying for your attention. It was clear that they were willing to pull out all the stops to win you over.

With a roll of your eyes and a corner smirk that matched Kano's characteristic sarcasm, you decided to play along. "Well, gentlemen, it seems I'm in quite the predicament. I'm afraid I can't choose just yet."

Kano let out a triumphant laugh, while Erron raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your response. It seemed that your playful banter only fueled their determination to win your favor.

Kano, refusing to back down, chimed in with a sly grin. "Smart choice, luv. Keeps us on our toes, it does."

Erron nodded in agreement. "Ain't that the truth. We'll just have to keep impressing you."

You replied with a smart “ have fun trying to fulfill that “ You proceeded to walk away leaving them only hearing the sound of your shoes/Heels clicking the floor

As the banter continued, it took on a playful and even absurd tone. Kano and Erron found themselves exchanging increasingly outrageous and amusing suggestions to win your attention, all while keeping their charismatic personas intact.

You couldn't help but be entertained by the entire spectacle. It was clear that this competition was far from over, and you were content to sit back and enjoy the attention. Despite the chaos and rivalry surrounding you, you found yourself in a rather unique and amusing position, with Kano and Erron Black both trying to capture your interest.

One day you, Erron, Kano, Sektor, and many robot replicas and trained men, you were all sent to capture Johnny, Sonya, or at least Cassie to gain something beneficial, you and Erron went alone first along the military base and caught a moment alone between you two

As the mission continued, you guys found yourselves stationed in a quiet corner of the underground facility, momentarily away from the action. The air was heavy with tension, but the two of you took a moment to breathe from the previous shooting of protection and exchanged a few quiet words.

Erron Black, his charming facade momentarily down, turned to you. "You know, darlin', we’ve never gotten a chance to talk like this in the middle of a mission."

You nodded, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. "That's true. it feels like we're constantly on the move, sometimes I wish I weren’t so involved in everything "

Erron's voice softened as he looked at you as he has never had a personal conversation before with someone he works with . "I know it's a dangerous world, but there's something about you, something that keeps me coming back for more."

You met his gaze, there was a moment were you both looked in each others eyes then lips, the connection between you deepening in that quiet moment. "It's not easy to navigate this whole process, but having someone like you during the process..makes it a little less…daunting."

Erron just slightly moved closer to you, you add your pinky finger on top of his hand making eye contact with him, Just as he was about to say more, Kano's voice erupted through the radio, dripping with jealousy and irritation. "Oi, lovebirds, we've got a situation here! Stop playin' around and get back to work, This ain't the time for touchy-feely nonsense."

Erron, unfazed, shot back, "Seems like someone's feathers are ruffled. Can't handle a little human connection, Kano?"

Kano's response was a low, menacing growl. "I'm watchin' you, Erron. Don't get too comfortable."

Erron Black let out a quiet chuckle, and the two of you returned to the mission at hand. Kano's tone didn't go unnoticed, and it was clear he wasn't pleased with the intimacy he had just witnessed.

As you moved forward, Kano's attitude became increasingly disruptive even at the slight normal conversations almost every one has . He couldn't hide the jealousy that coursed through him, and his comments through the radio were laced with irritation and impatience.

Another smart remark flashed the both of you, when you and Erron accidentally bumped into each other from you walking to fast and not looking where you were walking at, and your guys hand glided on top of each other sorta like this ( click on the link on the word “ This “ )

Kano's voice crackled again. "You two best be focused on the mission instead of holdin' hands. We're here to capture Johnny, not exchange sweet nothings."

Erron Black shot back, his own irritation evident. "You're just jealous, Kano. Afraid you're losin' your grip on your precious Y/n."

Kanos extreme annoyance just exploded “ you shouldn’t even be picking at what should be mine “

Erron leaned in, his voice a low murmur, "Seems our mate Kano is struggling with the concept of sharing."

You chuckled, the irony not lost on you. "I never thought I'd be the center of a love triangle in the middle of a mission."

Erron's grin widened. "Well, darlin', life is full of surprises. But you can bet Kano won't make this easy."

Kano rolled his eyes again as usual “ god damnit black, quit your gobsmackin with y/n We're not on a damn date. Focus on the mission!"

Erron shot back, his voice filled with mischief, "Jealousy doesn't suit you, Kano. Maybe you should try being a bit more charming like me."

The tension between the two men was palpable, and it seemed that the love triangle had reached a boiling point. You couldn't help but feel the weight of their rivalry and the complexities of your relationships.

The love triangle between Kano, Erron Black, and you continued to play out, each interruption and intimate moment adding to the complexities of your relationships. The question remained: who would ultimately capture your heart in the end?

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[iris-of-bliss]

Double Prescription [18+]

Summary: Ever since you began working with the Black Dragon as a medic, your heart becomes attached to a fast mercenary and a silent cowboy. You aren’t sure of what goes on next, but this will sure end up thrilling.

Pairing(s): Kabal/F!Reader/Erron Black

Warning(s): NSFW

It wasn’t long after the Black Dragon got their latest job done. You knew little about their task, but figured it had something to do with tampering the Special Forces. There were some losses of goons during the mission. Some of them made it through at least, and you were able to get everyone patched up. You worked for the Black Dragon as a medic, fixing up the wounded as usual. You’re still relatively new to this organization while already getting used to certain things. The ring leader holding a crass attitude as usual towards others with the exception of you. You seemed to be something special to him, but you weren’t as interested. Two other men who are most crucial for the operation were more than welcome with you patching them up. Surprisingly, your relationship between them was going smooth and steady. Not long before you began fooling around.

One of your closer allies, Kabal, took a keen interest in you as you felt the same. Your eyes would analyze his muscular build every time he shows up. The arm tattoo, the voice, the hair, everything about this man sparked something within you. Kabal would walk towards you in order to act sweet and flirty. He’d also tease you by caressing your skin and slowly touching you in certain areas to turn you on. Those hints he gave off, he wanted you. And you wanted him just as bad. Kabal made sure you stay falling for him. To keep you wet. God, you needed him desperately before you snap.

Black Dragon’s cowboy Erron Black on the other hand easily made your heart swoon as well. His old-fashioned demeanor charmed you. Those flirty sweet nothings of “sugar” and “baby doll” cause your chest to flutter. His deep voice flows like honey, making your heart jump every second. The mysteriousness to Black also gave you internal excitement. You just wanted to take his mask off and make never-ending love to him until you pass out. How dirty minded were you exactly?

You admired both men equally. Being stuck in the middle of a supposed love triangle was enough to drive you crazy for them. Which guy do you want more? The fast mercenary, or the cowboy assassin? This was rather a tough call to ponder about.

“In the middle of daydreaming, eh?”

Your precious thoughts snapped until quickly turning your head to Kabal’s direction from the doorway. He had a slight smirk plastered on his face. Was he watching you ponder this whole time? The focus on him then resumed to finishing with medical adjustments. After a brief silence, your voice spoke with slight laughter, “Why do you have to be so nosy, Kabal?”

“Why can’t I see a pretty face every once on a while?”

Kabal took a few steps into the first aid room behind your seated self. The room was dimly lit, but at least bright enough for anyone to see. Hands rest against the top rail of your chair as he watched. He then grips your head towards him before leaning in to kiss you softly. The mercenary’s lips trail down to your cheek, then your jaw to nip at the skin just a little. This earned him a slight whimper as expected. The both of you waited long enough.

His voice whispered, “I knew you wanted this. Besides, you could do me a favor.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Give me a special prescription, doll face.”

Kabal lifted you up from your seat, grabbing you by the waist. The rhythmic kissing between you was deep and passionate. Kabal closed the door shut to lock, preventing any disturbances. Backing up towards the medical bed, he kept your body close to his. One of his hands grip your ass roughly, causing you to yelp. You felt so small around him. It feels nice to have him take you all to himself. It reminded you that you were his. He pauses to look into your eyes full of lust.

“How about you strip down and bend over for me, babe?” Kabal smirks at you, “That would make it all the worthwhile.”

You quickly nod until being let go to remove all of your attire. As you bend over the medical bed, Kabal made a grin to the wet sight of your sex. He could tell from the glistening appearance presented before him.

“God, such a beautiful view, sweetheart.”

Kabal leans onto your back to plant kisses on it. He moves slowly across you, all the way down to your thighs. His kisses continue on your exposed cunt gently. An airy moan arose from you, giving him a sense of praise. Kabal chuckled at this as he draws out his tongue across you, gripping your ass tight. His warm breath made this sensation even more satisfying. You were having trouble keeping yourself quiet.

“Ah! Kabal! Y-you feel so good! I need more!”

“I’ll make sure you do, princess.”

Meanwhile, Mr. Black was busy wandering around before catching a strange noise from the first aid room. He figured it sounded like you. You seemed to be in the middle of something. Those sounds you made were desperately horny. Unfortunately for him, the sidelight of the door was covered by blinds. The noise alone however was enough for him to grow a boner. Were you getting fucked by Kano? No, it can’t be. Kabal maybe? He sometimes caught you and Kabal together acting flirtatious from the distance. He had to have known that. That sly cowboy he was.

He made his chance knocking the door, interrupting you two.

“Shit,” the merc whispered, “give me a second.”

As soon as he got off his knees, he opens the door slightly to see Erron from the outside.

Questioning with an irritated tone, “The hell do you want, Erron?”

The cowboy ignores him to push the door open and Kabal out of the way. Eyes glance towards your nude figure. Every piece of you along with your dripping cunt satisfied him greatly. Underneath his mask, he licked his lips with a hungry grin. Black approaches you to lift your chin up to face him.

“Well ain’t this a fine sight for sore eyes?”

Erron places his gloved hands around your waist.

“I could fuck you all night long, sugar.”

That whisper of “sugar” made your heart jump and face hotter. Kabal already got annoyed by what was going on before separating you two.

“How about you do us a favor and get the fuck out? Me and the medic are busy.”

“Aw, I was just gettin’ into it, Kabal. Besides, I can already tell she wants me, too.”

The men turn their eyes to you. You were already busy with Kabal, but Erron could join if he wanted. You were falling for both criminals. It was so difficult for you to pick one over the other. God damn it.

You lean back against the bed and shyly spoke, “To be honest with you, I always imagined the both of you fucking me at once. It would feel so nice. And Kano isn’t even here, and I honestly can’t stand Kano.”

Both criminals raise brows and exchanged looks. Wondering for a moment, Kano is the last person they wanted to deal with in the Black Dragon. They never forgotten how much of a bastard he was most of the time. Paying his mercs whenever he felt like it is enough for them to get pissed off. The two men formed a smirk until facing your direction. Maybe they could give this a try?

“Alright. You can have her, but that pussy is mine,” Kabal reminded the cowboy.

“Get on top of me, babe”

Kabal laid his back against the bed as you got on top. Erron unnoticeably swung the door cracked open and hopped onto you next. You can hear the bed start to creak a bit. That didn’t really concern you as much since all of you were desperate enough to fuck. The men around you undid themselves for their dicks to be free, caressing against your skin. You moan between them after the sudden touch. Erron gripped your sides to position himself while Kabal aligns his sex with yours as arms wrapped around you.

“You alright with this, babe?”

The soft voice of yours begged, “Yes Kabal. I need both of you to fill me up so bad. I want to feel dominated so badly.”

The merc chuckled until shoving his cock inside you as Black did. A loud moan erupted from you with both holes now in use. Feeling penetrated twice at once already made you weak to the knees. You roughly kiss Kabal while taking in the rocking movements from both men. The combination of panting and moaning filled the air. This was going to be a thrill.

“Look at you handlin’ the both of us like this, baby doll. Let me plow you even harder.”

Erron rubbed his hand across your neck when he quickens the pace. He then grips you hair to pull back. Kabal quickly took notice of this before thrusting even faster. He placed numerous kisses along your neck with a few licks then and there. He achieves some moans by giving you a couple of rough hickeys. As much as you wished for the moment to last longer, your body was getting close to snapping.

Kabal whispers, “Such a naughty nurse you are. Are you gonna beg for a kiss, too?”

“Y-yes-“

“Yes who?”

“Yes, Kabal! Please! I want to kiss you so badly!”

You end up roughly kissing the merc while an upcoming climax was building up. Erron attempts to free your hair, taking ahold of your shoulder. The sounds of skin slapping with wetness made your abdomen twitch. Your cunt throbbed around Kabal’s cock as well, making his breath hitch while fucking you. The rockiness of the bed kept going. It sounded as if this furniture was about to fall apart. As long as you didn’t stay there for too long maybe.

“K-Kabal! Erron! I’m about to cum!”

“I think we all are, sugar,” the cowboy faintly replied as him and Kabal penetrated the deepest they could. Those noises you made sounded like heaven for both of your men. Kabal loved the music to his ears.

“Your voice is such a fucking blessing, baby. I want everyone to hear you scream for me.”

The fast man guided his thumbs over your nipples to flick them. At that moment, you scream with pleasure until finally hitting your climax. Your legs shook like jello as you collapse between the two. Kabal and Erron smirk at you while they groaned to the finish. Your holes were filled with their white fluid. Movements begin to slow down.

As Erron tried to bend down to you, the bed suddenly collapsed down the floor. The criminals grunted while you were held on tight to Kabal during the fall.

“Nice job, Black.”

“Now you’re blamin’ me for this shit happenin’?”

You silenced your comrades, “Guys, relax. It’s my fault. I should’ve fixed the bed weeks ago, or get a new one at least…”

Both cocks slowly pull out when the three of you separated from each other. Sitting down on the broken bed together, Kabal asked you, “You’re okay, right?”

“Yes, Kabal. Both of you did so good tonight. I’d love to try this again one day.”

Kabal kisses your cheek while Erron ruffled your hair. After their pants were adjusted back in place, a hiccup was heard not far away. Both men quickly stood up. The door flung open with Kano leaning his arm by the frame. He held an almost empty bottle of tequila. Kano had gotten drunk throughout your personal session. The ring leader furrowed his eyebrows, staring at your exposed body between his teammates. He starts to grow jealous.

“Since when the hell did you start plowing our nurse? You couldn’t even let me have all the fun, eh?” Kano sounded angry, walking a bit sloppy.

Kabal told him off, “Piss off, jackass.”

“Up yours, you fucking drongo…”

Before the boss decides to grab his comrade, Erron pushed him away. Stumbling back to one of the room’s chairs, Kano falls into a drunken blackout. The cowboy lifts you up on your feet.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, darlin’.”

“Then you’re bunking with me tonight.”

After you get yourselves adjusted and Black said his goodnights, you and Kabal prepped yourselves to bed. You remain in your bra and panties while the mercenary settled in his tank and boxers. It felt nice cuddling Kabal after yearning for each other for so long.

Your lover soon questioned, “You’re letting Kano sit in there for the night?”

“Sure, he’s drunk out of his mind anyway.”

You both giggled before remaining silent for a brief moment. Eyes randomly drew towards the necklace he constantly wears. You thought of doing a little more with him.

“Nice necklace.”

Kabal turns to you with a smile. He feels your hand running across his chest. You soon moved on top of him. God you were horny as hell. Lips of yours plant kisses against his. He then returned the favor, and his hands grab the back of your hips. Your cloth-covered pussy slowly grinds against his crotch, once again causing a boner. He took notice of your wetness yet again.

Kabal’s hips began to roll by this feeling, but this wouldn’t last for long. One of his hands rub onto your ass before giving it a swift smack. You gasp to a halt facing him. The merc let out a quiet laugh. He gestures you back to his side. You loved it when he took charge.

“We can do this again another time, sweetheart. We’ve got a big job tomorrow, and I don’t want you waking up tired on me.”

“Anything for you, Kabal. Goodnight, hun.”

“Goodnight, love.”

[dardroon]

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