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How they’d be with pregnant reader - Headcanons

MK1 semi NSFW headcanons with Lin Kuei brothers aka Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, and Bi Han

TW: sex(+18), oral sex (f receiving), conventional sex, pregnancy, afab reader

A/N: this was actually a request of Pregnant reader and Kuai Liang that I lost LEAVE ME ALONE OKAY IM DYING. AHHHHH.

Tomas Vrbada • Smoke

Tomas is so attentive and loving towards you, not saying the others aren't, but he will never leave your side if he has a choice. He’ll cook, and clean, everything, all you need to do is rest and relax. 

You’ll often find him being touchy with you, especially in public, wrapping his arms around your waist, and touching your pregnant belly.

He talks about how when the baby is born he won't let any harm come to you both. “I promise he won't end up like me.”

When it comes to pregnant sex with you two, he is so worried he might hurt you. He’s so gentle and slow despite you begging him to go harder or faster.

“Are you sure you’re okay, I don’t want to-” Tomas spoke before you cut him off. 

“I’ll be okay,” You reassured him. You were laid on your back, his dick positioned right at your entrance.

He took a deep breath, slowly slipping inside you. He began to give slow deliberate thrusts into you, watching your face intently to make sure you were okay. He lowered his face to yours, letting out small moans and peppering your face with kisses.

Kuai Liang • Scorpion

Kuai Liang is the perfect baby daddy. He’ll spoil you with whatever you want and show you affection whenever. You will be SMOTHERED.

He’ll make it clear to everybody that he’s the father, whether it be rubbing your belly in public, keeping his hands all over you, or even just straight up telling people how proud he is of you for carrying his baby.

He often goes on missions so he always leaves you with Liu Kang or another Lin Kuei ninja, he wants to make sure you’re safe.

When you both are lying in bed, he’ll often massage or place his warm hands on you to help you feel better. He’s practically a heating pad.

Pregnant sex with you and Kuai Liang is amazing, you’ll hear praises, and he’d basically worship your body. He’s careful not to hurt you, but a little more confident in pleasuring you.

His head was buried in between your thighs, lapping away at your pussy. “Mm, doing good for me sweetheart,” He pulled away, just to insert a finger into you. His other hand rested on your pregnant belly, slowly caressing it as he ate you out.

His hair was out of his bun, your fingers tangling in between his hair.

He groaned into your pussy, sending shivers through you, enjoying the feeling of your fingers brushing his scalp. His calloused warm fingers ran over your belly. 

Bi Han • Sub Zero

When Bi Han found out you were pregnant, he didn’t show much emotion. Only rested his hand on your head and kissed you. 

You assumed he didn’t care at first and he noticed you were a bit distant so he would do little things to try to cheer you up. Whether it be taking you out, buying you gifts, or even cuddling you as you two lay in bed. 

Out of all the brothers, Bi Han is actually the most concerned for you. When going out on missions, he would either leave one of his brothers with you or a Lin Kuei ninja. 

You’ll never be alone if Bi Han could help it. In public his hand will always be on your hip, pulling you close to him. Literally, everyone will know he’s the father. 

As much as Bi Han only trusts himself to protect you, he’s secretly mortified of being around you. He has so much self-control, he’ll watch his words, his actions, etc. 

He’s kind of like Kuai Liang, where he’ll be like a cold compress. Breats tend to get sore during pregnancy so he’ll cup your breasts for ours with his cold hands. Whenever you complain about any pain Bi Han has to be extra and call you a physician who’ll just tell you it’s pregnancy cramps or something.

Bi Han lives for pregnant sex with you. He’s gentler than usual, yes, but just the aspect that you were bred by him gets him going. Breeding Kink? Maybe.

He gave gentle thrusts, his cool hand resting on your stomach. “So beautiful, carrying my child,” He groaned. His hand retreated back to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb gaining louder moans for you. 

He would definitely make you scream that you want all his babies.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Domestic fluffy things you say? I’m here to hopefully help with that!

Can we get some cuddling hcs with the Lin Kuei trio? For example are they big on cuddling, favorite cuddle position, how is it like cuddling with them, ext. Just a lil idea I had and thought was cute and simple and classic also I hope you have a better day :)

Tomas Vrbada

Is MASSIVE on cuddling.

He loves it, lives for it, craves it. Cuddling to Tomas is therapeutic and gets his mind off of things that would normally disrupt his ability to get proper sleep.

It helps ground him and redirects his mind to focus on you and how your presence gives him comfort, reassured him of his insecurities and daily stresses, bringing him into a more relaxed state.

His top 3 would have to be;

Honeymoon cuddle

Sweetheart cradle

Good old fashion spooning

They’re all very self explanatory so I ain’t going to go into details. The man just likes holding you okay?

Cuddling either Tomas is bliss. Utter bliss.

He made you forget about everything that had ever concerned you, everything that had caused you pain, fear, anger, despair. He made you believe that everything was alright because you were within his loving embrace and that nothing else should matter.

Even his evened out breathing made you feel calm as it focused your mind onto his breaths, reminding you that lying beneath you was a living, breathing man who’d do anything you could ever possibly ask for and request for nothing in return. Tomas heart was too kind for most people, even you didn’t feel deserving of something so pure and beautiful despite everything he’s seen and done in the past, you were surprised that such a man still exists in this day and age.

So as a solemn vow, you swore to have this every night, not just for you but for Tomas too, where the both of you would be able to shed the worries and daily stresses. Only to eventually forget all about them as you fortified yourselves within the comforting arms of the other; Sleeping more peacefully than either of you had in ages.

Bi-Han

Isn’t massive on cuddling, he doesn’t like anything that might portray him as weak or soft in the slightest.

A mindset he’s developed overtime, repressing any and all childish wants and desires he might’ve had at the earliest convenience. Not wanting any distractions on his road to power. Plus he’s cold in more ways than one because like Kuai Liang, due to his body temperature, it makes something seemingly easy as cuddling difficult all of a sudden.

Even if you did ask hypothetically what his favourite cuddling positions, Bi-Han would probably say ones that requires the least amount of contact on his end:

Back to back - so he can feel that you’re still there.

Back cuddles- you’re the one cuddling up against that broad back of his.

Shoulder to shoulder - same reason as back to back; knowing that you’re still with him.

Cuddling Bi-Han is…something and I don’t mean this negativity but it’s Bi-Han, what else can I say other than cold, rigid, and a little awkward? The man is on guard even in his sleep and cuddling him the way you do doesn’t necessarily help.

Besides that there’s some semblance of companionship when you press your back into his own. It felt as though you had each made a nonverbal pact to have each other’s back in your most vulnerable states; Something that naturally comes with a sense of trust being put in the other and Bi-Han isn’t one to trust blindly.

Cuddling Bi-Han maybe awkward and a little finicky due to the walls this man had put up in order to protect himself from everyone else, he oddly enough made you feel safe, he made you feel guarded and warm, which was weird considering how abnormally cold he was in every possible way. Yet you knew he held honour- or his version of it at least- highly, so you didn’t feel like you’d have to second guess his every actions because that wasn’t the type of man Bi-Han was…

Even though cuddling him was obviously something he wasn’t attuned to, he nonetheless made you feel regarded in his own special way.

Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang runs extremely warm, which could be considered overwhelming or perfect depending on the type of person you are, so whilst he likes contact; he likes to keep it minimal unless told otherwise.

He prioritises your comfortability over his own and understands that his abnormally body heat can be a bit too much at times. Outside of that he’s more than accepting of cuddling.

Kuai Liang’s top 3 favourite cuddling positions would have to be ones that were less on the physical context but unlike Bi-Han, it typically ends up with him cuddling you in some form of him protecting you:

Leg hug- incase you get overwhelmed by his body heat and need space but also wanting to keep touching some part him.

Face to face - this one’s a personal favourite of his because he loves waking up and falling asleep to your face.

Chest rest -the one where your heads on his chest and he’s keeping you in place with his arms.

Cuddling Kuai Liang is warm and secure because when you’re in his arms, feeling his warmth deep into you just as his arms tightened their grip, you’ve never felt more protected in your life then you did in Kuai Liang’s hold.

You never had to worry about being hurt, especially when Kuai Liang was there to shield you from all possible forms of harm; nor the way he always had his back facing towards the door so that if something were to happen then he was able to keep you safe with his body.

It was his duty to protect you, as he would often say whenever you asked him why this was.

You couldn’t act as though his declaration didn’t have your heart melting into a puddle.

So now you just allow his warmth to consume you like a thick, warm, weighted blanket that blocked out any and all cold that threatened to try and get to you; all the while you snuggled closer into him because despite every last part of you touching every last part of him wasn’t enough, you needed to be even closer to him. You wanted your souls to touch and feel the presence of the other but since you physically couldn’t do that, you settled for forehead touches instead. It was just as intimate after all.

[restinslices]

Lin Kuei Bros: Play Fighting

Smoke so dramatic-. Anyway, don’t ask why I thought of this. The voices were loud

Bi-Han

Play fighting with any of them is bold as fuck but HIM? You don't like your life 

I'm not saying he's gonna straight up assault you but out of all the brothers, he has the highest chance of hitting you hard as shit on accident 

He probably wouldn't even like play fighting that much. He'd prefer sparring cause at least you're working on your skills. Why you just fucking around?

You gotta catch him on the right day. Some days he's busy and some days he's just legit not in the mood. 

“Imma start it off slow. Imma scope the scenery out-”

If you somehow get this man to cooperate, first of all good job. Second of all, y'all do not stop until you give up. 

The type to pin you down and not let go until you admit he won. If you refuse, you're legit not moving. 

This is a big guy so you're not moving him. You give up, he lets go and you manage to crack a smile out of him

We never see him smile in the game but listen bitch, I'm here for the fantasy-

If he's not in the mood, I can see him just saying “no” like you're a puppy or smth. 

You'd go to swing on him again and he'd either grab your hand or give you a look that tells you he's being serious 

Going back to him accidentally hitting you hard as shit, he's used to sparring with two other buff ass men. Imma guess you're not as buff as them, and some of y'all reading this ain't men. Accidents are bound to happen 

You'd think the Grandmaster would have more control but I just think it slips sometimes. He's stupidly prideful and he's used to sparring so sometimes that's where his mind goes. Also once again, he probably sometimes forgets a hit Kuai Liang could handle is a hit that'll take years off your life. 

I would love to say he gets on his knees and apologizes but this is the same man who betrayed his brothers and was like “why y'all tweaking?” so um… 

You're gasping for air and he's “see why I always say no?”

I feel like I'm making him sound abusive but as someone who's play fought with my older siblings, they hit you hard as shit then tell you you're a bitch when a tear slips out. Why the fuck are you hitting me this hard in my chest? You got 5+ years on me-

He's an older brother. He's gonna hit hard. I swear it's in their DNA 

And if he does apologize it's not really verbal. He checks to make sure your limbs are alright then offers to do something else. 

“Are you gonna say you're sorry?” “For?” “For almost breaking my damn lung” “You started this”

You'd expect that the next time you wanna play fight he'd decline cause he doesn't wanna hurt you again. Wrong. 

Remember he's an older brother. THE older brother. Y'all squaring up again. You don't care about your health so fuck it. 

Honestly would be super fun besides the limb you're gonna lose 

Kuai Liang

Would be more cooperative than Bi-Han but still isn't overly excited to play fight 

Bi-Han is the “tell mom. I don't care” older brother. Kuai Liang is the “wait wait wait, I'm sorry. You can hit me back. Calm down. You want some candy?” older brother 

Fully aware he could cause terrible injuries but as time passes on, he relaxes more 

Definitely play fought as a kid but after Tomas started jumping everytime he heard his voice, he thought “maybe I need new hobbies”.

You’ve interrupted his recovery

He actively focuses on holding back and being soft even if you tell him not to

“Hit me harder” “No❤”

Honestly a fun time though. He holds back when it comes to strength but still tussles with you. Also let's you get hits in even when he could easily dodge them. 

If he accidentally injured you frfr, he's checking up on you immediately and says y'all stopping for today. 

“No, I'm ok” “Can you even breathe right now?” “Uhhh… yes😀” “We're done”

For sure feels like an asshole depending on how bad you're hurt. He's not sliding down the wall in pain but he's like “damn, that was a little too hard”. 

“You can hit me back” “No. I've seen Twilight” “What?” “It's gonna hurt me more than it's gonna hurt you. I'm not doing that”. (Now I wanna write you making them watch Twilight. I'm never gonna be rid of this addiction-)

You gotta hit him back so y'all can be even. It's the only way to move on

Y'all are not doing that shit again for at least another week or so. 

“We gotta scrap right here right now” “No”

Does the thing older siblings do when they put their hand on your head so when you swing at them, you're just hitting air. 

It's so infuriating so you gotta stop. 

The next time though, you swear you're gonna win. You will not. 

Tomas Vrbada

The most willing and having the most fun 

Tomas has two older brothers that probably jumped him on several occasions growing up and you're gonna try and convince me he doesn't have aggression to get out?

People would probably expect he's the softest but no. He's the youngest. As the youngest myself I can assure you, we are used to putting our all in these fights cause we gotta use all our strength to defeat these evil mfs we live with. Sometimes it's not enough-

You're not his older sibling so he's not scrapping like his life depends on it but I do think he's hitting somewhat hard 

Not as hard as Bi-Han, not as soft as Kuai Liang 

You feel his hits but it's not knocking the wind outta you 

Super fun cause he's also using the environment. Definitely is grabbing a pillow and starts swinging it at you. Definitely is running around the couch to chase you. Definitely has thrown you but made sure to aim at something soft. He's probably even turned off the lights then threw a folded blanket at you 

“Cheater” “Don't be upset you didn't think of it first”

You're fighting but laughing at the same time. There's no real tension. Just fucking around. 

Probably starts initiating it too

If he does injure you fr, for a split second he'd actually see it as a victory then he'd remember you're not his older brothers and is like “oh shit-”. 

Injuring those two would mean freedom (or a worse jumping. really depends), injuring you is not good. 

He knows how bad those hits can hurt so he makes sure you're alright. He's not watching you as much as Kuai Liang would but he'd still make sure you're not overly sore. 

He doesn't feel as bad as Kuai Liang would cause he kinda knows this shit happens. Kuai Liang kinda got a little bit of guilt cause Tomas gets into a fighting stance when he raises his hand up. Tomas hasn't victimized anyone so he's more chill about these situations 😭

Tells you random ass stories about when he used to play fight with his brothers. 

“One time Bi-Han threw me in the air and Kuai Liang jumped to catch me only to throw me against the wall”

“This reminds me of when Bi-Han swept my feet from under me and Kuai Liang jumped on me”

“What is it called when someone jumps on you elbow first?”

“This one time I woke up to them standing over me. I knew it was a wrap”

“One time Bi-Han slapped the back of my neck so hard, it was red for at least a week”

“One time Kuai Liang-” “Tomas… you need a therapist” “I don't think that's what it is”

Unlike Kuai Liang who makes you wait, he's cool with scrapping days later. 

Actually says “time out” when he wants a break. Also says “time in” fast as fuck though to catch you off guard 

Legit the most fun brother. I don't make the rules (except I do). 

I did not mean to write the least for Kuai Liang but I was really brain empty for him. Y’all should give me ideas, thanks bookie

[iliketangerines]

Hello, could you write about mk1 Scorpion, Sub Zero, and Smoke going skinny dipping with their s/o?

a dip in the pool

a/n: i've never been skinny dipping, but i am always in the pool

pairing: bi han, kuai liang, tomas vrbada x gn!reader

warnings: none :)

Bi Han can’t keep his eyes off you, how your silk robe falls to the stone floor and how the water surrounds you and cups your body

he hugs you from behind, arms wrapping around your waist and lips pressed against your neck as he murmurs about how beautiful you look

you giggle at the feeling and say that he looks just as beautiful, and he just kisses the side of your neck under the pale light of the moon

it’s only you two at the hot springs, and he can feel your skin warming the longer you stay in the pool and the longer he kisses your neck

finally, you wriggle about in his grip until you face him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips and laying your head against his shoulder

he holds you in his arms, just listening to the waves lap at your skin, and you bury your hands in your hair and ask if everything was alright with him

Bi Han lets out a grunt and says that he’s find, but you pull back and quirk your eyebrows at him, imploring for a better answer than the lackluster one you gave him

he sighs and rests his forehead on yours, hands coming down to rest on your waist as yours rest on his shoulders, and Bi Han says that he feels unseen

you listen to him as he tells you all of his frustrations with Liu Kang holding back the Lin Kuei and how he felt so limited in what he could do

at the end of his rant, brows furrowed and mouth pulled into a frown, you pull away from his and rub your thumb in between his eyebrows, releasing the tension

then you hum and thank him for confiding in you, and he hums, closing his eyes and savoring in the intimacy of the act

Kuai Liang rests in the pool, sighing and pulling his hair loose from the tight bun it had been in all day, and you step into the pool next to him

you lean in close to him, sighing at the warmth of his body, and he pulls you closer so that your chest is flush with his

reaching your hands up, you rub at his scalp, and he groans at the feeling, closing his eyes as you massage him and release the tension from his head

it’s relaxing, and he lets you do your work as your fingers move from the top of his scalp methodically and slowly, making sure to rub every single spot

there’s a comfortable soft silence that envelops the both of you as you massage his scalp, and the strands of his hair catch onto the water and spill around his back and to the front

and then when you finish, you cuddle against his chest, arms wrapped around his neck, and he just holds onto your back for stability

neither of you say anything, not needing to in the moment, and Kuai Liang buries his nose in your hair, breathing in the scent of you and your shampoo

it always brings him back to the present, to you, to remind him that he has something worth fighting for and to come back to after long missions

he can feel your breathing slow and even out as you fall asleep in his arms, and Kuai Liang just smiles down at the sight of your relaxed face

always so stressed and running around doing something to take care of him, and it calms his heart to see you so relaxed in his arms

he kisses your forehead before lifting you into his arms and stepping out of the pool to dry the both of you off and tuck you into bed

Tomas watches as you let out a whoop and cannonball into the pool, sending waves of water splashing into his face and wetting his hair

he laughs at your antics, coming up to where you float and then grabbing onto your shoulders and pushing you under briefly

you bob back up to the surface and let out a faux gasp of surprise before you push down on his shoulders and send him under the water as well

he laughs under the water, bubbles floating up to the surface before he does as well, and he splashes you as he resurfaces

it starts a splash war between the two of you, determined to splash each other the most despite the fact that the both of you were fully soaked

finally, Tomas wins the war when he dives under the water and grabs onto your foot to drag you under the surface and into his arms

you smile at him underneath the water, your hair floating around you, and he can’t help it as he gives you a kiss

your arms wrap around him and bring him in closer as the two of you kiss, but it’s an awkward rumble and tumble as the both of you float back up and bump your foreheads against each other

the both of you take in deep gasps of air as your heads come up, and then the both of you laugh as Tomas brings you back into his arms and kisses you again

it’s wet and messy, but the neither of you mind when you finally pull away and rest your foreheads against each other

it’s all you do for the rest of the night, laugh with each other and sneaking in kisses, and it was really a moment of bliss

[chiqelatasblog]

Their expressions as they listened that you’re kidnapped;

This is an art for the recent chapter of my fiction 'Let the World Burn' on Ao3, showing the trio’s reactions to your kidnapping by Quan Chi. I tried my best to capture their emotions as how I imagined them. Hope you like it!✨💕

[crimsonbubble]

could you pretty please write more about scorpion tying reader up and leaving them helpless to his whims🙏🏻

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, bondage, praise, overstimulation, vague temp play *not proofread, just pure horny

[i think i had too much fun with this one]

Your image has been taunting him since the early morning.

The sky had yet to turn into a bright blue sky before the thoughts had started.

The view of your bare body wrapped in warm and crips sheets only fueled his mind even further. The now healing marks around your arms and chest from the rope burn plus the copious amount of marks and hickeys that decorated your neck and chest only made his blood burn hotter.

He didn't want to leave your side but his workload was already heavy as it is. He waited in agony as he tried to keep himself together. As the sky turned to a soothing midnight blue with glittering stars, Kuai had finally made it home.

Though he had stopped short of the bed as his eyes wandered across your nude frame, the bundle of ropes and silks set in front of you. "You seemed to thoroughly enjoy it. One more time wouldn't hurt, right?" All of his inhibitions left him as he pushed himself to hover over you.

His movements were calculated, meticulous, and almost memorized as he wrapped your body with thick ropes. Kuai sat back on his knees, admiring the way your body shifted under his piercing gaze. his gloved hands pulled at your thighs, holding your legs open. He slotted his body between your aching thighs, pressing the pad of his thumb against your twitching clit. "You indulge me too much, my dear."

You squirmed in your restraints, your thighs being unable to close as Kuai had settled his broad frame between them. He drew quick circles on the sensitive bud, eyeing the way arousal drooled out of your awaiting cunt. His patience was waning, so much so that he all but hooked his fingers into your panties to merely push them aside.

His thumb connected with your clit again, this time warmed as he circled the nub furiously. Your eyes blurred with tears, the feeling of emptiness made your whine. A loud moan cut you off as Kuai buried himself to the hilt. The sudden stretch of his cock stung but the sudden fullness left you light headed.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 8- Jealous Sex

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 1

Character: Kuai Liang

Warnings: jealous sex, p in v, pinned to the wall, biting, little temp play, public sex { in Johnny’s house }, a quickie

A/n: I’ve come to learn that I can’t write jealousy sex

Kuai Liang didn’t get jealous, he didn’t get jealous when Bi-Han became grandmaster, he was happy for his older brother. He didn’t get jealous when his father took Thomas in, he was happy to gain another brother.

Well he thought he didn’t get jealous until Johnny Cage approached you.Kuai Liang hated the way the man looked at you, hated that flirtatious tone in his voice. Wetting his dry lips, he took a deep making is way towards you. His hand slipping across your waist as he did his best not to glare at the man. “Let’s go.”

He didn’t mean to sound so harsh but it pissed him off seeing Johnny so close to you. Pulling you to a secluded part of the man’s house he pushed you up against the wall. What he did know was that he wanted you, and he wanted Johnny to know that you were already taken.

Suprised you did your best to return the kiss, a whimper escaping your lips as you arched into Kuai Liang’s touch. You shivered arching your breasts into his palm, you could feel heat on his finger tips as his thumb ran across your nipple.

“I will show Johnny Cage who you belong too.” Kuai Liang broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck sucking at the skin.

Biting back a smile, you did your best to not roll your eyes. It was rare to see your lover get jealous but you couldn’t help but get excited about what’s to come.

“Well then hurry up and fuck me.” You whispered feeling his erection against your thigh. Hearing that seemed to fuel his desires since it did not take long for him to rip your panties away, his fingers pushing up the hem of your dress as he pushed his hard on into your cunt.

His breath against your neck, his hands clutching your hips tight as he continued to thrust. You muffled cries fueling him.

You did your best to stifle your cries, you didn’t want any of the party guest’s to come and find you both in his position. His dock deep in your pussy, one leg draped across his hips. You could feel his palm start to heat up, his thrusts becoming harder, faster as you could feel yourself getting closer to your peak.

His lips covering yours as his thumb then moved or hit clit rubbing it in small circles eager to get you to your release.

Kuai Liang’s tongue gliding against yours, a shudder, his body tensing feeling your walls tighten around his dick. His thumb pulling away from your clit as he bit and nipped at your neck. Your body slumping into his chest riding out your orgasm, heart beating wildly as you felt him release into you.

Still inside of you, he then pressed a kiss to your temple. “I am sorry I lost control…I just.”

Doing your best to catch your breath, you smiled pulling him in for a kiss. “Don’t apologize, never apologize. That was fucking amazing.”

Giving you a sheepish smile, he let his thumb run across your swollen lips. “Well anything to make you happy my love.”

[caplanbuckybarnes]

In Every Realm (SubZero)

Summary: he vows to love you in every universe.

Warnings: fluff

WC: 700ish

Read on ao3!

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The icy winds howled around the Lin Kuei fortress, the world outside blanketed in a thick layer of snow. Inside, however, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the harsh elements outside. You sat by the fire, wrapped in a cozy blanket, sipping on a cup of hot tea, your thoughts wandering to the man who had stolen your heart—Sub-Zero.

As you gazed into the flames, memories of your time with Kuai Liang flooded your mind: the way his eyes sparkled when he smiled, the warmth of his touch, the way he made you feel safe even amidst the chaos of battle. The thought of him brought a smile to your lips, but a twinge of longing followed, reminding you of the distance between you.

Just as you set your cup down, the door creaked open, and Kuai stepped inside, shaking off the cold. He looked weary but determined, his blue armor glistening slightly in the firelight. When he spotted you, his expression shifted from fatigue to warmth.

“Hello, my heart,” he said softly, closing the door behind him.

“Kuai!” You jumped to your feet, unable to contain your excitement. “I’m so glad you’re back.”

He crossed the room quickly, wrapping you in his strong arms. The warmth radiating from him enveloped you, and you breathed in his familiar scent—a mix of cedar and ice. It felt like home.

“I missed you,” he murmured against your hair, his breath warm against your skin.

You pulled back slightly, looking into his deep, amber eyes. “I missed you too. Every moment without you felt like an eternity.”

He smiled softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “No matter the distance or the battles I must face, you are always in my heart. I will love you in every universe.”

Your heart swelled at his words, the weight of his promise washing over you. “In every universe?” you echoed, a smile breaking across your face.

“Indeed,” he replied, his voice low and sincere. “In every realm, in every timeline, I will find you. Our souls are bound by something far greater than this world.”

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as you processed the depth of his feelings. “That means so much to me, Kuai. I feel the same way.”

He took a step back, his gaze steady. “No matter the challenges we face, no matter how many times we are pulled apart, my love for you will remain unwavering.”

You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “I don’t want to be apart again. I want to fight by your side, to share every moment—good and bad.”

He squeezed your hand, his grip reassuring. “And I want that too. But I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything,” you said, a sense of seriousness washing over you.

“Promise that you will take care of yourself, no matter what happens. I cannot bear the thought of losing you, even in a different universe.”

“I promise,” you replied, your voice steady. “I will always come back to you, no matter the circumstances.”

With that, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss that sent sparks through your body. It was a kiss filled with unspoken promises and dreams of a future together.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, you rested your forehead against his. “We will always find our way back to each other,” you said softly.

“Always,” he agreed, a warmth in his gaze that made your heart flutter. “Now, let’s not waste any more time apart. I want to create more memories with you—here, in this universe, and beyond.”

You smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. No matter the trials ahead, you knew that with Kuai Liang by your side, you could face anything. Together, you would explore every realm, every universe, and with every moment, your love would grow stronger.

As the flames crackled and danced in the hearth, you and Kuai sat together, wrapped in warmth, laughter, and the promise of an unbreakable bond that would transcend the boundaries of time and space.

[koisuko]

Could you do one with MK1 Kuai Liang and female reader going skinny dipping together?

Tw: fem reader, mdni, nudity, somewhat established relationship, no use of y/n, only nudity nothing else really

Time and time again, dates with Kuai Liang consisted of more traditional ideas. Walks on the trails of the forest, watching the sunset above the horizon, or having tea in the floral gardens. It was all very sweet, but you desperately craved adventure - something often overlooked by a traditional man such as him. You thought about the idea of a hike, or maybe a horse ride, but even those sounded too bland. Then the idea of skinny dipping came to your mind. It was perfect, you thought, both out of your comfort zone and intimate. You remember seeing hot springs on one of your strolls through the woods, perfect this time of year.

Was it a good idea? Sure, in your mind it was, the problem was getting Kuai on board with it. “Can he even swim?” You muttered, your hands busying themselves with bags of oolong tea. Your plan was to soothe his mood with the hot beverage, then bring up the date one way or another. The worst that could happen is a no, in which there’s always other things to bring up, yet you still felt nervous about his potential reaction.

Right on cue, Kuai glides through the doorway of the temple’s kitchen, his skin glistening with the sweat of training with new students. He makes his way straight to you, gingerly wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his head on your shoulder. With a sigh, he nuzzles his head further into the crook of your neck. “I missed you today, my flame,” he whispered, his voice muffled by his lips on your skin. “Me too, love,” just as he released you, you turned around with the tray of tea, “I thought we could have some tea together.”

The steaming liquid seared your lips, hissing in response and giggling at your mistake. Kuai knows you, maybe too well. He knows when there is something on your mind. You seemed away, your eyes vacant and deep in thought. A hand on yours broke you away from your gaze with the tea cup, “is something troubling you?” Concern was written on his features, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. It’s now or never, you thought. “I’m fine, I just..” you paused for a moment, contemplating how to word it the best way without completely embarrassing yourself. A blush began forming on your cheeks before you finally spoke, “would you like to um..go swimming tonight at the hot springs?” You may have left out the nude part, but that’s not a big detail..right? “Sounds relaxing, I would love to.”

It was beautiful, the moonlight bouncing off the ripples on the surface of the hot springs. A blanket of condensation settled just over the surrounding area, creating a warm atmosphere to contrast the chill of the night air. Crickets chirped, and distant owls sang their songs, a backdrop to a romantic night. The two of you settled on a nearby rock, overlooking the scene just as you both arrived. Kuai Liang seemed to busy himself with admiring the view of the stars above. With that, you took the opportunity to undress - completely, and slink into the warmth of the water. You tentatively reached out a hand towards him, praying he didn’t see the slight shiver of nervousness in your gesture.

To your surprise, he obliged rather quickly. Within a few minutes, he was beside you, his muscle relaxing under the heat. You had a clear view of his entire body beneath the water. It was a glorious sight, so much so you could see stars already. The droplets trickled down his perfectly sculpted arms, cascading down the contours of his biceps and broad shoulders. The pristine beads seemed to trace the carvings of his scars, and hug the lines of the tattoo you adore. Eventually, your eyes trailed up to meet his deep brown pools already looking at you. His gaze mirrored your own, admiring the way the water cupped your breasts, and watching the droplets with jealousy as they kiss places he wishes his lips were.

Beneath the canvas of stars, the two of you sat in silence for only moments, yet it felt like an eternity, taking in every detail of one another. Before finally, you two inch closer. He placed a gentle hand on your cheek, caressing the soft skin before dipping down to capture your lips in his. Passion in the beauty of nature, the time and place all but forgotten.

[porcalinecunt]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 — 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘

💀 KINKTOBER EVENT

🎧 𝐊𝐔𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆 (𝐒𝐔𝐁 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎) 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐜𝐰 — sub!reader. dom!kuai liang. ftm!reader. ice play. fingering. oral sex. squirting.

a/n: this was definitely rushed and i honestly didn’t like it, so my apologies! either way, ive been obsessed with kuai liang as sub zero bc he looks so DILFY like..god..anyways! please enjoy! 🫶🏼

“How do you feel now..?”

Kuai Liang whispered against your ear, while you shivered under his touch. His icy fingertips trailed against your stomach, inching upwards towards your chest. The yukata you wore was slipping off, slowly exposing more and more skin.

You could only nod at his question, as opening your mouth would threaten a moan spilling out. Kuai chuckled, amused at your reaction. You could feel his erection poking against your clothed thigh, as the sound of his fingers becoming ice made you flinch a bit.

“If it’s too much, I can sto-“

You shook your head, protesting by taking his hand and licking his frozen fingers. It didn’t matter if it made your tongue freeze. Your lips trembled, whispering ‘More’ over and over again.

The grandmaster chuckled, pressing a passionate kiss against your lips till you fell onto the warmer sheets. He towered over you, leaning down to shove his tongue into your mouth while pushing the rest of the yukata out of the way.

Your hands shot up to his shoulders once you felt something cold against your thigh, looking down to see it was his fully frozen hands. The tiny specks of ice spread to his wrists, with a fully blue and smoking hand. They gripped your thighs apart, the sudden and brutally cold feeling made you yelp.

“Shhh..it’s okay my love, just relax for me..”

He reassured you, giving you one last kiss before lowering himself. He fully spread your thighs apart before setting them down on his shoulders, the melting ice ran down on them and meeting your hips. Your legs quivered, as the ice ninja pressed a warm kiss on your clit before pressing his hot tongue against your cunt.

You whined, unable to handle the feeling of his bone cold hands and his hot, wet tongue all at once. The sensation intensified as you begin to grind desperately, his beard tickled your cunny as it became soaked with your arousal.

“K-Kuai Liang..! ‘M gonna cum..! Gonna!—“

A cold hand covered your mouth, as your eyes rolled back from the feeling of the grandmaster shoving two of his frozen digits into your cunt. It hit every nerve as chills ran up and down your spine. Kuai Liang quickly fingered you and would pull them out just to tease your swollen clit before shoving them back in.

He increased his speed, leaning down as he blew a breath of ice against your chest, stimulating your nipples as they grew hard. Your moans became shaky, watching as he took one in his mouth. Kuai Liang smirked against the flushed skin, as your legs shook even more, indicating your orgasm.

“Come on..you can cum love, i know you want to..”

The ice felt like it was hitting your g-spot till it went numb, as you sobbed out against his frozen hand. You squirted, hard enough to soak his whole forearm and your inner thighs. Babbles of his name were muffled, as he gave one last lick to your nipple before pulling away with a pop!

He stared down at his soaked forearm and the ice that still remained on your cold body, chuckling as it all melted and he wrapped your body in blankets. You try to stop shivering, but Kuai Liang placed wet kisses on your neck. Wrapping his large arms around you.

“You did so good f’me love, so beautiful..”

🎧 this work belongs to @porcalinecunt. reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[seraphmeraph]

brr vrr ba dap bop pa

How they'd be with a virgin reader - Headcanons Part 1

MK1 NSFW headcanons with Lin Kuei brothers aka Tomas Vrbada, Kuai Liang, Bi Han, and as a bonus Syzoth.

TW: oral sex, fingering, conventional sex, bit of possessiveness, gn but hints of afab, first time

A/N: working on requests mb for taking so long I'm just lazy. I'll do more headcanons of this with other mk1 characters soon so this is part 1

Tomas Vrbada • Smoke

Tomas has minimal experience but'll try his best to act experienced. He will constantly ask if you're okay or need to pause, and he keeps asking if he's doing good.

He gives so much foreplay; as you're doing it, he'll be admiringly gentle.

Tomas laid your back against the bed, your legs propped on his shoulders. He peppered kisses throughout your body. "Are you ready?" He asks in a gentle tone, his face showing his nervousness.

You nodded, ready for him to take your virginity.

One of his hands rested on your knee while the other guided his dick to your warmth. You both moaned unanimously as your heat wrapped around him.

He let you adjust to his size, waiting just a moment so he doesn't hurt you. "Tell me when to move, okay?" He spoke.

He began as soon as he gave you the okay, moving with slow, coordinated thrusts, letting your legs fall off his shoulder as he leaned closer to you, trapping you between his arms. "You feel so good, princess," He whimpered into your ear.

He was desperate to make you feel good, putting you above himself. "Doing so well for me," He spoke, pulling you into a kiss.

Kuai Liang • Scorpion

Like Tomas, Kuai Liang will be admirably gentle, ensuring you're always satisfied.

He'll give excellent foreplay, not as much as Tomas, but still a lot nonetheless. For your first time, he wants to make everything memorable, dimming the lights and prepping the bed.

He'll praise you so much, you'll never not feel loved by this man. Even if there's nothing to praise, he will find something.

After eating you out, Kuai Liang retracted his head, letting you come down from your high. He grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you towards him, making you lay your head against the pillows.

He could sense your nervousness and kissed your lips softly. "There's no need to be nervous, sunflower. I promise you'll feel good," He whispered against your lips, kissing you once more. He trailed his head to your breast, kissing around your nipple.

"Do you want me to continue?" He asked, pulling back to look at you. He cupped your cheek.

You nodded eagerly, wanting to lose your virginity to him. He couldn't help but smile. Without losing another minute, he led his dick to your heat, slowly pushing inside you.

He let out a low moan, thrusting into you slowly. "Good girl, taking me so well," He spoke, his hands gripping your thighs tightly.

Bi Han • Sub Zero

He felt possessive when you first told him you were a virgin. He felt like it was a way to claim you as entirely his.

He's rough and demanding, yet still gentle, not wanting to be the reason you're hurt. Will literally edge you for hours before taking you.

"Tell me how badly you want me?" He teased, his fingers remaining inside you, yet he's not moving them. You whine out his name, begging for him to take you, and when he finally has his fill of teasing you, he'll let you come.

Bi Han would stick his fingers in your mouth, watching as you sucked them clean.

He'll have you in missionary for your first time simply because he wants to see how much pleasure he's giving you.

After letting you come down from your orgasm, he'll wait until you give him the okay to stick it in. Slowly, he'll let you get used to his girth, wanting to be the last person who'd ever hurt you. Once he thought you were okay, he began slow, coordinated thrusts, eventually turning rougher.

"You're mine, mine to take," He growled, slamming into you with no regard anymore.

Syzoth • Reptile

When Syzoth found out you were a virgin and you were allowing him to take you, he kept you in bed for days, showing you what you were missing.

He would spend way too much time kissing you and worshipping your body, whispering how sweet you taste and how he can't wait to feel your insides.

Syzoth is absolutely a switch, so for your first time, he would definitely have you top him, cowgirl style.

As you sink down onto his dick, he'll let out a hiss, feeling your warmth wrapped around his cock. One of his hands would go to hold your hand while the other rests on your hips. He'd thrust up a few times, getting desperate already seeing you on top.

"Mmph-" He bit his lip to contain his moans. "So perfect," He whimpered, admiring your body, how your heat just perfectly took him.

[gay-dorito-dust]

So I was wondering if I could maybe get some hcs of Kuai Liang with a fem s/o who is always cold and who always seeks out his warmth even before they were dating? For example he would just be talking to someone and here comes his fem s/o seeking his warmth out and hugging him to get warm.

You loved how unbelievably hot Kuai Liang was but you guessed it came with the territory.

Kuai Liang was always going to be warmer than the average person, therefore rendering the possibility of ever getting sick redundant for someone who could just raise his body temperature to rid himself of the illness.

The first time you found out just how warm Kuai Liang was when you were trying to warm yourself up , but everything you tried didn’t seem to work outside of a measly couple of seconds of fleeting warmth and you were staring to become frustrated just as Kuai Liang came into view to witness your failed attempts.

‘Are you alright? You seem frustrated.’ He asked, concerned.

‘No. I’m trying to warm up my hands but nothing I do seems to want to work.’ You explained, just about to shove your hands deep into your pockets in defeat, when Kuai Liang held out his arms as a compassionate smile spread across his beautiful face. He then gestured with with hands for you to come closer, but your confusion was written as clear as day on your face.

‘Get over here.’ He said.

‘Why?’ You replied.

‘You said you wanted to get warmed up didn’t you?’ He inquired, moving his head slightly to the side.

‘Yeah.’ You said cautiously as you started to worm closer to him. Inch by inch. Already feeling his warmth radiating off of him and you were nowhere within his proximity yet. ‘So get over here so I can warm you up.’ He reiterated and once you were within range, Kuai Liang brought you into an instantly warming hug that had you melting against him. You instinctively clung onto him anyway you could, grasping at his clothes, burying your head into his neck as your eyes slowly closed for his warmth has lulled you into a dangerous state of relaxation; that you almost fell asleep against him right then and there.

Kuai Liang didn’t mind this, he personally found it adorable when you use him like a personal heater. He enjoyed the feeling of you practically clinging off of him like a koala and so for a good while afterwards, you had begun an unspoken tradition of searching for him when you felt like leeching off of of his insane bodily warmth; uncaring as to whoever catches you in the act. It didn’t concern anyone outside of yourself and Kuai Liang.

Today was no different from any other as once again you were searching high and low for Kuai Liang, only to find him in the middle of a conversation with Tomas but you were far too concerned with warming yourself up, seeing as the Lin Kuei wasn’t particularly a warm place to reside within. So when a particularly cold breeze brushed past your skin- reminding you as to why it was that you were there in the first place- you were quick to make your way towards the pair until you finally ended up by Kuai Liang’s side.

The man noticed you, chuckled and without another word, opened up his arms for you like he had a thousand times before to then cuddle yourself into his side, casually burying your head into his tits chest and your hands grasp at his waist and sighing in content, just as those arms came to tuck you even further against him to provide you with additional warmth. Tomas looked between to the two of you with a look that could only be compared to a confused puppy but Kuai Liang was quick to explain the situation.

‘They’re naturally cold and so they often come to me to warm them up.’ He told Tomas, whilst rubbing his large calloused hands up and down your back, practically coddling you against him.

Tomas only smiled, internally cooing over how adorable the sight before him was and continued with his and Kuai Liang’s previous conversation as though you weren’t currently falling asleep, cuddling yourself closer into Kuai Liang and vocalising your distain whenever you felt him shift his weight or loosen his grip on you momentarily; Something that Kuai Liang found particularly cute as he would smirk and hold you tighter as to reassure you that he wasn’t going anywhere soon whilst teasing you for being like a ‘clingy little kitten.’

Tomas felt like as though he was intruding on something he shouldn’t have and assumed that he probably needed to leave to give you both a bit of privacy but just didn’t know how to swiftly exit his conversation with Kuai Liang and so was stuck in this situation. However the thing that made up for that was seeing just how happy his brother was when with you and he couldn’t help but find himself smiling behind his mask.

[restinslices]

Lin Kuei Bros x Reader MK1 Intro

Idk what’s gotten into me but they’re all I think about. Concept is you two are married but you make a lot of terrible jokes. Possibly OOC but after Netflix canceled S&B AND the SOC spin-off, I need a laugh. Y’all will be aight.

(I know Bi-Han was mad asf he couldn’t kill him-)

Y/N: Think I need someone older ♫ Just a little bit- finish the lyrics 

Bi-Han: No

Y/N: Ice to meet you!

Bi-Han: You are infuriating 

Y/N: Why so cold man?

Bi-Han: You keep talking 

Y/N: Can't you laugh at one of my puns?

Bi-Han: Ha… ha… ha… *said with the angriest face imaginable*

Y/N: I’d say it was love at frost sight!

Bi-Han: Take off your ring 

Y/N: *gasp* It’s the Ghost of Tsushima!

Kuai Liang: I wish you'd stop bringing him up

Y/N: You gonna sting me?

Kuai Liang: Probably not in the way you're hoping

 

Y/N: GET OVER HERE 

Kuai Liang: That only works if they're far away…

Y/N: Nothing can extinguish my love for you 

Kuai Liang: *deep “why are we married” sigh* I'll accept that one

 

Y/N: What did the flame say to his buddies after he fell in love?

Kuai Liang: They keep telling terrible jokes?

Y/N: Don't you know smoking will kill you?

Tomas: That's not… was that a pun?

Y/N: Where there is smoke, there is fire!

Tomas: You're getting pretty good at that!

Y/N: Spiderman, Spiderman, does whatever a spider can ♫ 

Tomas: We do not sound that similar

 

Y/N: What did the cigarette say to the smoker?

Tomas: I'm burning for you

 

Y/N: Don't lie. You like my puns

Tomas: I love you so I let it go

[iliketangerines]

something in the air

a/n: :)

pairing: kuai liang x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), sex pollen, dubcon, fingerfucking, creampies, overstimulation, biting

you cough and wipe away sweat from the back of your neck, glancing over at Kuai Liang on the other side of the quarantine room

a mission gone wrong had led the both of you here: Shang Tsung had thrown an unknown potion at the two of you before disappearing in a cloud of mist

neither of you knew what he had thrown at you, scouring his notes had been fruitless, but at least neither of you were experiencing any harmful effects yet

Kuai Liang lets out a low cough from the either side of the room and strips off his gloves before wiping his palms on his pants

you do the same, stripping off the top of your uniform so that you’re left in your tank top and sitting back down on your bed

wiping away sweat at your forehead, you glance once more at Kuai Liang, watching as a trail of sweat beads down his arm

your tongue darts out to lick your lips, and then you tear your gaze away from Kuai Liang and dip your nails into the cloth covering your thighs

it was not appropriate to stare at your grandmaster that way, and while yes, you did find him attractive, it would never happen

the heat in the room seems to dig into your flesh, and you wonder if it’s always been this hot at the Shirai Ryu

it feelslike something is buzzing underneath your skin, heat radiating off your body and begging for something, and you press the heel of your palm into your forehead

what was wrong with you?

you can’t help it as you glance over at Kuai Liang, and you have to tear your gaze away as he strips off his shirt, sweat beading upon his skin, arms flexing as he throws it off to the side, and his face is flushed

want flashes through you, images of his arms pinning you down, his mouth against your heated skin, his groans in your ear, and you can’t help it as a whine peels from you

Kuai Liang lets out a sharp breath, and you turn your head only to find him right next to you rather than across the room, his hand on your arm and his pupils blown wide

he plants his face right into the crook of your neck, a groan escaping both of your lips as he presses his body against yours and forces you to lie flat down on the bed

his lips mouth at your neck, planting sloppy open-mouthed kisses along your skin, and you find yourself clinging onto him, pulling him closer into you as if you’re trying to meld into one with him

“please, please tell me that you want this.” his breath is harsh and heavy against your skin, and you squirm underneath him, hands digging into the hard muscle of his back

“yes! yes, please, Kuai, i-” before you can finish your sentence, Kuai Liang brings his head up and presses his lips to yours clumsily, your teeth clacking against his

but neither of you can seem to care as you both moan into each others mouth, his hands tearing off your tank top and throwing the shreds to the side as his large hands grope at your chest

it’s animalistic, nothing more than your base desires as your blunt nails dig into the flesh of his back and his hands squeeze and paw at you, his lips moving feverishly against yours, trying to taste you, bringing you into impossibly closer to him

your hips buck up into his, and it draws a groan out of him, his mouth moving back to your neck, leaving his kisses and his heat dragging along your skin

thoughts are nothing but ash in the wind as your hands drag down his skin, tracing along the hard lines of muscle and the scarred skin to tug frantically at the waist of his pants

he seems to think the same as well, hands clawing and burning black spots into the edges of your pants, and you can feel the heat of flames lick at your skin

but the heat of his palms do not bother you, rather the hot sweltering arousal settling into the base of your body irritates you the most

it spreads through you, lighting each one of your nerves with want and desire and lust, a need to consume and feel and taste ravaging through your own body

you don’t feel in control of yourself as his hands burn through your cloth, no doubt leaving slight burns on your body, and your legs instinctively spread further for him, as if inviting him into you

your own fingers try and pull at his pants, but as his fingers trace down your stomach, feeling the muscle and fat tense underneath his touch, you can only grip onto the cloth and let whines crawl from your throat

Kuai Liang dips his fingers in between your folds, collecting your slick onto his fingers, and he presses his slicked thumb up against you sensitive clit

he starts a brutal pace, thumb rubbing your swollen bud in sloppy fast circles, his lips and teeth at your neck, sharp pain stinging through you before soft plush lips ease away the hurt

and then his mouth is back on yours, swallowing each and every one of your desperate moans, his own joining yours as he slips two fingers into your soaked pussy

there’s no resistance as his fingers curl up, looking for that spot inside of you to make you curl into him, to make you melt and flower into his body

pleasure sings through you, and your pussy clenches around his fingers, back arching you further into him, and Kuai Liang groans into your mouth, massaging the pads of his fingers into that sweet spot

it’s a relentless torture, not a single reprieve left for you as he hurtles you towards your first orgasm, and a soundless scream echoes from you as your thighs tremble and shake

he fucks you through your orgasm, breaths hot against your neck as he feels how you shake beneath him and only him, your pleasure derived from his fingers

the world is hazy around you, a blur of pleasure and fuzz, and you barely register it in your mind as you watch him bring two fingers up, the ones covered in your cum, and put them in into his mouth

you blink, almost unbelieving as he moans and closes his eyes at the taste of your sex and arousal along his tongue

it is delectable to him, finer than anything he had ever tasted, and it only sends want and lust and you burning through him

he needs to claim you, mount you, make you his his his

Kuai Liang shoves one hand down to tear off his pants, his other arm supporting his weight as he hovers above you, and your hands scramble with his to help him out of his clothing

and then he’s back to you, his flushed dick sliding along the folds of your pussy, impossibly warm and drenched in his own’s pre-cum

you don’t have a chance to see it because he shoves his mouth to yours, needing to feel your moans against his, in his mouth, to taste it like the sweetest candy

his hips rut into your pussy as your legs wrap around his waist, and the tip of his cock catches against your clit, small pools of pleasure sinking into your lower stomach

your hands come up to scratch at his back, a silent prayer, a desperate plead for him to just fuck you

as if he can hear you, can read the lines and shakes of your body, how you clench around nothing and how your clit pulses with need, he brings his hips back, using one hand to line himself up with you and then sinking in

you whine out Kuai Liang’s name into his mouth, and he drinks it in, moans your name as he sinks his cock into your drooling pussy

his hips meet yours, and you can only arch your back further into him as he uses one his thumb to rub quick circles into your clit and his hips thrust into you without abandon

the wound of your wet pussy and both of your moans fill the air of the moan, heat radiating from the both of you and warming the room

it’s nothing but a mess of arousal and lust as he kisses you without abandon, switching from kissing your lips to your neck

his teeth mark into you, bites that claims you as his, and you do the same, sinking your own blunt teeth into his skin as well

pleasure floods through you, and you clench around him as he angles his hips just enough so that he bullies his cock right into your sweet spot

your pussy drools around him, and you gasp for air as you let your second orgasm rip through you, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes

he groans at the feeling, and he need another from you, just one more and he fucks into you harder, dragging you through your orgasm into another one

it builds in you quickly, overwhelming you and causing senseless words to escape you as he ruts into your cunt

Kuai Liang practically growls as he feels you tighten around him again, and his hips stutter and slap against your hips as he cums inside of you

heat floods you, and you can only twitch and hold him close to you as the both of you ride out your orgasms

you pant for air, resting your forehead into the bend of his neck, and you can hear his breathy moans and whimpers with his mouth right next to your ear

blinking away the haze of lust, you stare up at the arm light of the room, and you loosen your grip on his back, trying to process what you had just done

the thoughts fly from your mind when you feel Kuai Liang thrust into you again, his cock still hard inside of you, and you whine pitifully as he starts fucking into you again at the same brutal pace

he draws his head back, just enough for you to see his pupils still blown wide, cheeks still flushed pink with whatever was in that potion bottle

and then his lips are back on you, drinking in your moans and cries of overstimulation as he fucks you into another orgasm

it seemed that the potion worked a little too well on Kuai Liang

[chiqelatasblog]

In the Middle Of the Night🌙

-> Ao3 link is here.

-> Part Three is here.

Pairings : Bi-Han/ Sub-Zero x Reader, Kuai Liang/ Scorpion x Reader, Tomas Vrbada/ Smoke x Reader

Author’s Note : Welcome to another long chapter, everyone! 🙌🏻 (It’s about 11k words) Writing from Bi-Han’s perspective was a bit of a challenge, as he wasn’t always cooperative, but I’m proud of how it turned out. As I did with Kuai Liang, I put my own twist on his powers. (He is touch sensitive) Also in this version, I’ve adjusted it so that despite the portrayal in MK1 where Bi-Han doesn’t really see Tomas as part of the Lin Kuei, I’ve changed that here. Sharing the same trauma bonds people more closely, as my therapist once said, so I’m using that here to bond them as brothers!

Hope you enjoy diving into it as much as I did writing it! Happy reading!❤️

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In the middle of the night,

Just call my name, I’m yours to tame.

In the middle of the night,

In the middle of the night,

I’m wide awake, I crave your taste.

CHAPTER FOUR : BI-HAN

Bi-Han had never liked to be touched or to touch others.

As a cryomancer, Bi-Han was unaffected by the cold itself. Yet, any touch, no matter how gentle, caused him intense discomfort, akin to frostbite searing through his skin. This peculiar sensitivity, despite his otherwise stoic demeanor, left him feeling isolated and disconnected from those around him. The only exceptions to this rule were Kuai Liang and Tomas, whose persistent presence he gradually grew accustomed to over time.

As the future grandmaster of the clan, Bi-Han knew he had to cope with this discomfort and eliminate any weaknesses that his enemies could exploit, just the thought was enough to make his nerves tense. In order for him to protect and maintain the future of his clan, he had to be perfect; he could not have a weakness. It was impossible for him to make mistakes like others because, at the end of the day, he would be solely responsible for the cost.

The temple of his clan, where he had spent every day since he first opened his eyes, was nestled among the mountains, at the edge of the forest, surrounded by towering rocks and fortified walls. Despite the bitter chill of the morning frost, Bi-Han emerged from his room before the sun had even begun its ascent, his cryomancer abilities shielding him from the biting cold that would incapacitate others. Today, the weather was particularly tumultuous, with fierce winds howling through the mountain passes, a harbinger of the impending snowstorm. Despite the harsh conditions, Bi-Han sought comfort in the discipline of his training, finding strength in the knowledge that one day he would inherit his father’s legacy and rule the clan with honor and power.

His hands sometimes fell apart because he worked long hours, his wounds bled nonstop for several days, his legs sometimes trembled, contracted, and ached from fatigue, but Bi-Han turned a blind eye to all of them. Although it is a fact that he was cruel to everyone, he was even more cruel to himself. The relentless pursuit of flawlessness drove him to push his body beyond its limits, disregarding the signs of strain and injury. It was as if his own well-being mattered little in comparison to the unyielding demands of his ambition.

More machine than man, Bi-Han’s focus was solely on the future of his clan and the welfare of his brothers. As an assassin, emotional bonds were his greatest vulnerability and also a liability; enemies could use them as weapons against him. Despite this, Bi-Han made exceptions for Kuai Liang and Tomas. In the earlier days, he was wary of Tomas, seeing him as an outsider not yet fully integrated into the clan. However, Tomas’s unexpected achievements and unwavering loyalty gradually took him by surprise, earning his trust. However, Bi-Han never openly expressed his true feelings to either of his brothers. Emotions were shackles to him, vulnerabilities to use against him. He became adept at burying his emotions, concealing them beneath a facade of stoicism. Instead, he pushed their limits and often subjected them to his sharp tongue, all in the name of unlocking their full potential. Though he understood the underlying rationale for his strictness, Bi-Han avoided dwelling on it, choosing instead to bury those feelings deep within.

This transformation permeated his entire being over time. People shied away from confronting him, even avoiding making eye contact. Like his powers, his demeanor grew as frigid and merciless as ice itself. He concealed all traces of fear, weakness, and humanity behind the impenetrable walls he erected, never once allowing himself to glance back in their direction. The weight of leadership, burdened with its responsibilities and grim tasks, further solidified his detachment.

The day Bi-Han was appointed as the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei was etched in his memory like a knife drawn on ice. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows across the courtyard, the wind howling through the mountains, and everything cloaked in an icy chill. With the loss of his father’s life, his heart beat strongly in his chest as he officially took on his responsibility in a simple ceremony before the clan elders. He had worked for this moment for years, and now as he stood amidst the frozen landscape the satisfaction he felt was unlike anything he had ever experienced. As he accepted the leadership mantle, Bi-Han vowed to preserve the clan’s traditions, to lead with wisdom and strength, and to protect its heritage against all odds.

But everything changed during their ill-fated mission to retrieve Quan Chi’s amulet. Bi-Han had always believed the trials he faced were diffucult, the stress thickening the walls he had constructed while honing his coping mechanisms. He often forgot he possessed feelings at all. Yet being ensnared as a love slave within the pages of a book presented a trial unlike any other he had encountered before.

Bi-Han contorted in agony as searing pain enveloped his body, his heart and mind consumed by swirling darkness. Despite his fierce resistance, the curse proved relentless, its cruel grasp tightening with each passing moment. Every fiber of his being screamed in protest as he fought against the overwhelming force, but it was as if he battled against an invisible, unyielding foe. As he writhed in torment, Bi-Han felt the tendrils of his sanity slipping away, replaced by an insatiable hunger beyond his control. In that moment, he knew he was no longer the master of his own fate, but ensnared by the caprices of lust—a fate more tormenting than death for a man who had spent his life mastering the art of control.

Bi-Han initially fought with every fiber of his being, honed as he was in the ways of an assassin since childhood. Taking a life had become as natural as breathing for him; he executed his duties without hesitation, always looking forward without a flicker of remorse. But this situation was unlike any other. Despite his desire to confront and overcome this weakness, physical contact had always unsettled him. The myriad sensations overwhelmed him, hindering his ability to focus and defend himself.

The relentless persistence of the curse, turning this discomfort into a constant torment, pushed Bi-Han to his limits as never before. Like he always did, he also concealed this vulnerability, never allowing it to surface and be used against him. Yet now, this situation had brought about an unforeseen consequence; nearly every master of the book who came and went sought to “tame” him.

Bi-Han was well aware of his challenging temperament, he bared his teeth, lashed out with insults, refusing to allow anyone to assert control over him. He was not a possession to be claimed; he was an assassin and the grandmaster of an esteemed clan, determined to safeguard his reputation and honor at all costs. However, the curse spared no effort in testing him, as it did in all things.

Given his heightened sensitivity to touch, fulfilling their desires proved more difficult for Bi-Han compared to his brothers. Coupled with his abrasive personality, he inevitably stood out as the outlier among them. Most of the masters relished the challenge of attempting to tame him. Despite his burning desire to unleash his fury upon them and spill their blood, the protective barrier surrounding them thwarted his efforts each time, leaving him writhing in agony.

He refused to be controlled like a mindless animal, he would sooner take his own life than submit. It was not in his nature to surrender without a fight, to yield until his last breath. This defiance was quickly understood, but when the punishments were directed at his brothers instead of himself, Bi-Han found himself compelled to submit, despite the vehement protests of his soul.

The methods used to tame him differed from those employed with Tomas and Kuai Liang. Bi-Han lacked the knowledge of how to navigate intimate interactions, particularly with the opposite sex. His life had been consumed by rigorous training and duties, leaving no room or desire for physical contact. After all he had always recoiled from touch, never seeking it or showing any curiosity about it. Focusing proved exceedingly difficult for Bi-Han, especially initially, as he struggled to regulate his body temperature. Prolonged contact resulted in searing pain and burns on his skin.

In the room, two women surrounded him, one beneath him as he drove into her with hard, fast thrusts, eager to end the encounter as soon as possible. The other, his current master, positioned herself behind him, her arms coiling around his body like a serpent, her hands grasping his pecs and trailing down to his abdomen and upper legs, where his muscles painfully contracted under her touch. She watched him intently, issuing commands to satisfy their pleasure, her tongue tracing along his jawline with small, biting movements. The air was heavy with their mingled scent, their moans grating on his nerves. Sex and sweat permeated the room, each touch searing pain into his skin, overwhelming him and making it difficult to focus. His muscles tensed, veins bulging visibly beneath his skin, and he felt trapped in this hellish place with no means of escape.

Over time, he had learned to grit his teeth, ignore the pain, and maintain control over his body. The burns on his skin had decreased and eventually vanished altogether, yet Bi-Han derived no pleasure from it. The constant tingling sensation, like millions of tiny needles dancing across his skin, persisted, causing him to clench his jaw in frustration. His demeanor grew even more obstinate, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He harbored a particular resentment towards himself for his inability to put an end to the situation. How much longer could he allow his honor to be trampled underfoot? Time continued to pass, yet he remained entrenched in the same place, consumed by turmoil.

His fists clenched tightly at his sides as he surveyed the vast landscape before him. Departing the cramped apartment before sunrise had become routine; he detested confined spaces, and the apartment felt as suffocating as a doghouse. With a determined effort, he forced his nerves to remain steady, inhaling deeply the crisp, cool morning air.

A month had elapsed since their emergence from the book, yet nothing transpired as he had anticipated. He had expected his brothers to exhibit a sense of sensibility, maintaining their customary distance and aloofness, as they did with all other masters of the book, except Leilani. Tomas, the most naive among them, was quick to extend trust and belief, a habit Bi-Han begrudgingly tolerated, especially after the events with Leilani. Yet, Tomas seemed to revert to his trusting nature in your presence, sporting a foolish grin and soft, welcoming gaze. While Bi-Han could comprehend Tomas’s susceptibility due to his youth, he struggled to fathom why the hell Kuai Liang chose to share the same fate. He was logical, cautious, and maintained a calculated distance from others, knowing the dangers his powers could inflict. Although he had mastered control over his abilities, ingrained habits die hard, and Kuai Liang remained vigilant against causing intentional harm beneath his stern demeanor.

The fact that both of them succumbed to your influence, and so swiftly, perplexed Bi-Han. From his observations, your approach mirrored Leilani’s initial demeanor—calm, gentle, and devoid of authoritative commands. Yet, Bi-Han remained convinced it was all a facade, awaiting the moment when you would reveal your true intentions. Patience was not his forte, but once he set his sights on his prey, he would not relent, biding his time for a misstep to expose your true nature. Despite his brothers’ failures, he remained resolute in his distance from you, determined not to fall to the same mistake. He had sworn an oath to end this and had no intention of breaking it. When two months pass, he’ll remain as the sole fortress in this situation, committed to restoring his brothers to their former selves. Whatever game you were playing, Bi-Han was resolved not to allow you to reduce them to rubble. It had happened once before, and he would not permit history to repeat itself.

A few days prior, he had successfully contacted Sektor via your mobile phone. Sektor, one of the clan’s foremost assassins, possessed unparalleled expertise in electronic devices, often partnering with Cyrax on missions. In the ten years since their entrapment within the book, this was the first time Bi-Han had managed to establish contact with them. Contacting his clan had been a daunting task, as previous masters had imposed stringent bans, subjecting them to severe punishment if disobeyed. Enduring the pain himself was one thing, but risking the safety of Kuai Liang and Tomas was another. They had always supported each other, relying solely on their own trust and dependence.

Sektor mentioned that he would come once the connection was established. He wanted to verify for himself if the person who contacted him was truly the grandmaster of their clan, with his brothers, also second-in-commands, accompanying him. Bi-Han couldn’t blame Sektor for his caution; he would have taken the same approach if he were in Sektor’s position.

As the sun slowly cast its warm glow upon the awakening city, Bi-Han rose to his feet. A few blocks away, he silently descended from the rooftop, using the fire escape to make his descent. Despite the passing years, his body still tensed with apprehension at the thought of returning. He refused to acknowledge the draining effects of the curse upon him, despising every aspect of it—his weakness, his submission to its power, his dependency. These traits clashed with the values he had imposed upon himself, and he loathed them to his core.

Upon returning to the apartment, he sought to enter without a sound, wary of your keen senses that could detect even the slightest noise. Your ears were too sharp for a human; you could easily hear him coming and turn your attention to him. Despite his attempts to push you away with his brusque demeanor, you never wavered in your kindness. A plate of food always awaited him, set aside with care, and despite his biting words, you never cast him out or administered punishment. Bi-Han couldn’t comprehend your motives—why weren’t you angered by his actions?

In the days following their emergence from the book, it became apparent that you harbored fear towards him and his brothers. Your movements and speech were cautious, tinged with timidity. However, as time passed, this fear seemed to dissipate, particularly in your interactions with Tomas and Kuai Liang. Though you maintained a distance from him, your influence over him was profound. A single word from your lips could bring him to his knees. Yet, even though you refrained from wielding that power, Bi-Han saw no reason to hold back from testing your boundaries. He yearned for you to reveal your true self, to discard the mask you wore. With each passing day, his nerves stretched taut like an arrow, poised for release.

A deep conversation flowed between the three of you, so engrossed that neither you nor his brothers heard his silent entrance. Bi-Han observed quietly from his position, unmoving. In the kitchen, Kuai Liang and you were preparing breakfast. It was no surprise to see his brother immersed in the task, given his secret interest in food, but witnessing him so relaxed and at peace beside you was an image Bi-Han hadn’t seen in a long time. Meanwhile, Tomas lounged in one of the chairs at the kitchen island, engaged in animated chatter about movies while absently stroking the kitten perched on his lap. The faint strains of music from your phone wafted through the apartment, adding a tranquil ambiance to the scene.

Struggling to contain his anger, Bi-Han gritted his teeth at the sight of his brothers’ expressions. After all they had endured, how could they choose to trust again? Had none of them learned their damn lesson? When they faced the harsh realities of the real world once more, it would be too late. The book had stripped them of their identities as assassins, reducing them to mere instruments for the satisfaction of its owner. This was the bitter truth even if the owner had no desire for them; such was the insidious nature of the book, compelling its wielder to use them.

Despite the cramped confines of the apartment and the thin walls that allowed certain sounds to permeate, Bi-Han detected no indication of intimacy between you and his brothers. Your interactions typically consisted of innocent touches and kisses; he saw no demand for more. However, he knew it was only a matter of time before this changed, as he had witnessed such scenarios before.

Your body would ignite with primal urges, gradually clouding your mind until all you could think of was desire. As you resisted, the need would intensify, evolving from a flicker into an inferno, causing you agony, prompting you to seek relief using his and his brothers’ bodies. Once this barrier was breached, the rest would follow more easily. A few of the past masters, aware of their capabilities, hesitated to utilize them even under the book’s protection. However, when consumed by desire to the point of losing their sanity, they would resort to using their bodies for release, realizing that they wielded true power in such moments. They were no longer individuals with thoughts, wishes, or desires; they were merely slaves to be used at the whim of another. Bi-Han felt dehumanized, reduced to a mere object, easily discarded once his purpose was served.

The first to sense his presence was the pesky cat, leaping from Tomas’s lap in a frantic dash, its tiny legs propelling it as fast as they could go. Bi-Han restrained himself, resisting the urge to freeze the creature in its tracks. For some inexplicable reason, the cat seemed fixated on him, adding to the already cramped quarters of the apartment as he struggled to fend off its insistent attempts to climb onto his lap.

“Bi-Han, when did you get here? Hey, Ninja, wrong way, girl. Come here.”

As Tomas rose to retrieve the cat, both Kuai Liang and you turned, your gazes meeting his. Bi-Han observed the fleeting spark in your eyes, your lips parting as if to speak, only to halt at the last moment, offering instead a timid smile before refocusing on your task. Neither he nor his brothers missed this subtle exchange. While Kuai Liang observed you silently, brows furrowed in contemplation, Tomas’s initial concern flickered briefly in his gray eyes before morphing into indifference tinged with a hint of resentment upon meeting Bi-Han’s gaze.

Cradling the persistent kitten attempting to climb his legs, Tomas muttered softly under his breath, audible only to him.

“This is your doing. Are you satisfied now?”

Bi-Han’s brow furrowed deeply as he absorbed Tomas’s response, a pointed glance conveying his dissatisfaction as a muscle twitched in his jaw. It seemed absurd to feel unsettled now that you were finally grasping his cues. He had grown weary of your saccharine words, always probing if he was alright or offering assistance that he did not seek. Your sincerity failed to sway him; instead, your persistent interference felt like an unwelcome intrusion. So while he should have been content with your quiet acknowledgment, Bi-Han found himself strangely different. It was as if he hadn’t anticipated you relenting and giving him what he desired; instead, he was met with a hollow emptiness.

Instead of responding to Tomas, Bi-Han shoved him with his shoulder and strode past, trying not to indulge in the tantalizing aroma wafting from the kitchen. Judging by what you and Kuai Liang were preparing, it seemed to be an Asian breakfast, the nostalgic scent evoking memories.

“Are you hungry?” Kuai Liang asked, casting a sidelong glance at him. Bi-Han made a small affirmative sound. Among them, he could endure hunger the longest; his metabolism was slower than his brothers’, allowing him to subsist on just water for weeks without issue. Especially after the curse, he often forfeited his meals to Kuai Liang, who needed sustenance more urgently. The strong survived, after all.

However, Bi-Han noticed that his meals were often laced with aphrodisiac-style drugs, subtly altering his senses and clouding his mind. At those moments, it was as if his body was enveloped in a thick fog; his hands and feet became unnaturally heavy, as if weighed down by lead. His senses dulled, his vision blurring at the edges, and his thoughts slowed to a crawl, as if his brain was wrapped in layers of cotton wool.

He resisted eating to avoid vulnerability, refusing to succumb to such manipulation again. Yet, you always reserved a plate for him, untouched by others, even when he abstained for days. It was as if you understood his reluctance and respected his choice.

Almost as though you had read his thoughts, when you put the plate you had prepared in front of him, Bi-Han lifted his head and looked at you again, meeting your gaze. You weren’t looking at him the way you looked at his brothers; it couldn’t be said that you were afraid, but there was a bit of underlying timidity in your gaze and a sadness that he couldn’t understand. In earlier days, Bi-Han was filled with terrible rage because he thought you were pitying him. However, with time and observation, he realized that he was mistaken in this belief.

“Do you want some green tea?” you asked, and Bi-Han silently confirmed. As you turned to prepare it, he felt a slight weight on his leg. Without needing to glance down, he sighed inwardly, ignoring the cat’s plaintive mewls.

“Ninja! Are you gambling with life? Come here.”

“How difficult can it be to control this pest?” Bi-Han remarked, breaking his silence and turning to Tomas, who had been holding the cat.

“Would you believe it’s harder than some of the missions I’ve been on? It’s so tiny, I feel like I’ll crush it if I hold it too tightly,” Tomas replied, eliciting a chuckle from you. Setting down the cup, you moved to pick up the cat, cradling it gently in your arms as it wriggled in protest.

‘’Come here sweetie, your breakfast is here.’’

Bi-Han kept his gaze fixed on you as he took a sip of his tea. Watching you care for the little cat in your arms, he couldn’t deny the sense of peace that settled over the room, despite his reluctance to admit it. The subtle smile on your face, the tender look in your eyes as you cradled the kitten with such delicacy, as if afraid of causing it harm… These details felt genuine and convincing, casting doubt on his previous perceptions of you. Despite the lingering uncertainties swirling in his mind, for a brief moment, Bi-Han entertained the idea of reconsidering them, but quickly dismissed the thought to a remote corner of his mind. With a hardened gaze, he reminded himself that pondering such matters was futile; their time here was limited, and he had more pressing issues to attend to—such as finding a way to put an end to this curse.

‘’Oh, somebody’s pretty hungry,’’ you said with a chuckle, watching the kitten eat with gusto.

‘’When is she ever full?’’ Kuai Liang hugged you from behind, planting a small kiss on your cheek as he observed the cat over your shoulder. Bi-Han struggled to contain his disdain, unable to stomach his brothers’ easy affection for you. Seeing them so tender was unfamiliar; he hadn’t known they harbored such warmth. Tomas was mild-mannered, Kuai Liang a mediator—they both possessed kindness, but this was different. It felt as if he were witnessing something sacred, untainted, and pure.

He also didn’t want to admit it, but looking at both of you, you looked good. Covered by his brother’s arms, you seemed soft and vulnerable, but also well-protected by the muscular arms, shielding you from any harm. You were almost radiating with a gentle warmth, soaking Kuai Liang with the same energy, making him more relaxed than ever.

‘’You’re right, she has an appetite that defies her small body. I’ve started to worry that I won’t be able to keep up.’’ you said with another chuckle, affectionately nuzzling Kuai Liang and placing a loving kiss on his cheek in return.

‘’Can you blame her after what she’s been through on the street?’’ Tomas interjected, popping a slice of peach into his mouth from where he sat.

‘’True, she’s been through a lot,’’ you acknowledged, turning to Tomas with a look that was a blend of sadness and warmth. ‘’But she’s in good hands now.’’

‘’We won’t let her go hungry again, we’ll make sure of that.’’ Kuai Liang affirmed, a gentle smile lighting up his face. The spark in his eyes, so reminiscent of yours, exuded hope and vitality, as if each glance at you reignited his spirit.

Bi-Han listened in silence, his facial expression betraying his inner turmoil. This situation diverged from anything that had defined their lives for years. He could already see his brothers becoming attached to your presence. Your natural demeanor, particularly your smile, never failed to catch Bi-Han’s attention, offering a glimmer of hope he couldn’t dare to believe. He wished he could feel the same; waking up without the curse looming overhead, knowing he could return to his clan, should have been a comforting notion.

‘’You talk as if you’re going to keep this cat here,’’ Bi-Han remarked after a while. There was a brief silence as you wriggled out of Kuai Liang’s arms and reached for your own cup, giving the kitten a final stroke on the head.

‘’She’ll stay here until I find her a good home, but my priority is to help her regain her strength and socialize,’’ you explained gently. ‘‘My budget is barely enough for myself, and I don’t know what will happen if I can’t find a job soon. Unfortunately, I can’t meet the needs of a cat under these circumstances.” There was a hint of sadness in your voice, as if you had already grown attached to the little creature and were reluctant to let go. Bi-Han’s gaze shifted to the kitten, standing a little apart from you.

The kitten was indeed tiny, easily overlooked if one wasn’t careful where they stepped. Yet, it possessed a courage that belied its size. Despite Bi-Han’s imposing stature and deep voice, the kitten persistently sought his attention, jumping at his ankles, meowing, doing everything to engage him. Its bravery reminded Bi-Han of you, actually— despite the biting words he hurled at you, you still sought help, a notion he struggled to comprehend. After all, they were total strangers to you, and there seemed to be nothing to gain in return. On the contrary, you stood to lose the power and control you had over them, something coveted by many but attainable only by you.

It seemed unbelievable that you would willingly abandon this control.

***

You left the house a short time ago for another job interview that you found couple days ago. They were all aware of your situation before you mentioned that the budget was tight. Even though there was a brave smile on your face, trying not to show your distress, Bi-Han could see all too well the underlying worries, as could his brothers. You weren’t as adept at hiding it as you thought you were.

That’s why Tomas and Kuai Liang decided to take advantage of your absence and left the house right after you did. Since you gave them unlimited space to act as they wished, without giving them orders or prohibitions, his brothers decided to ‘shop’ at the grocery store to support you—though their true intention was to steal. Tomas was extremely skilled at it when it came to stealth, thanks to the smoke magic. They wanted it to be a surprise for you when you came home, regardless of whether you got the job or not, to at least put a smile on your face, and they wanted to support you because they shared the house. Bi-Han didn’t even try to stop them or reason with them; he found it quite pointless now. He had realized weeks ago that his warnings were useless. He could only protect himself in this matter.

Although he hoped to enjoy some quiet time alone at home, the pest wouldn’t leave him alone for a moment. As danger signals emanated from all over his body, either the cat was too half-smart to understand it or it didn’t care about the consequences. He didn’t want to lock himself in the study; he was already locked in there when he wasn’t going out. The moment he stepped out of the room, it grated on his nerves to see you and his brothers hanging out without a care, laughing and having fun.

When the kitten continued to cling to his ankles, squealing for the last five minutes without stopping, with a sound so thin that it almost bled his ears, Bi-Han growled, crouched down quickly, and grabbed the cat by the neck, lifting it to eye level with him. “What?! What do you want?” When the words burst from his lips almost like a roar, the silence he had longed for covered the room.

While the kitten stared at his face speechlessly, Bi-Han also breathed deeply and met the cat’s gaze. But then something unexpected happened, when the cat started purring loudly and rubbed its small head against his chin, this time Bi-Han remained absurdly motionless. He shuddered with a strange feeling when the soft fur touched his chin. It wasn’t hatred, but it was unfamiliar. It was the first time he had come into contact with a pet since childhood.

“So, this is what it takes to keep you quiet, huh?’’

The kitten let out a mew as if she understood his words, rubbed her head against him a little more, and when she started purring louder, Bi-Han felt the edges of his lips curl up to form a smile. Just like Tomas said, the kitten was tiny between his long fingers and his big hand. It was so easy to hurt her; he could have ended her life instantly with a little squeeze of his hand. But instead of doing this, without stopping the kitten’s purring for a moment, he pushed her small, soft, and imperceptibly light body into the area between his neck and shoulder, surprising even himself.

With the comfort of no one seeing him, Bi-Han collapsed on one of the seats and started stroking the little body with his other hand that was not holding the kitten. His actions were probably too careful to be funny to an outsider; he avoided ending the cat’s life for the slightest mistake because the possibility of this was quite high. Bi-Han didn’t know how long he had been sitting on the couch like that. When the kitten’s purring gradually decreased and finally stopped completely, he took her back into his lap to see her sleeping body.

The only place that was white on her body, covered with black fur, was her eyes, which was a funny detail, creating the impression that she was wearing a mask. Her ears, which had been huge at first, were now standing more proportionally on the top of her head as she gained weight. With her tiny nose in a triangle shape and pink paws underneath, curled up like a ball on his hand, sleeping deeply, Bi-Han couldn’t help but be surprised that this little animal had trusted him despite everything.

At that moment, when the front door swung open with a deafening crash, Ninja jolted upright, her fur bristling as she leaped from his lap to seek shelter behind the seat. It couldn’t have been you or his brothers who came; none of you had ever opened the door with such force before, as if intent on shattering it.

As an old silhouette, one that Bi-Han hadn’t laid eyes on in a decade, crossed the threshold accompanied by a dozen assassins, Bi-Han’s eyes widened imperceptibly. Yet, amidst the initial shock, a sense of familiarity washed over him, like finding an anchor in the stormy sea of uncertainty. Sektor’s presence, along with the assassins bearing the emblem and colors of their clan, brought a surge of relief, as if Bi-Han had finally returned to the familiar grounds of home, sense of belonging and reassurance, the tension that had gripped his shoulders for so long finally beginning to ebb away.

“Grandmaster,” Sektor greeted with a sharp inhale, leading the group in a respectful bow before Bi-Han. “It’s been too long.”

Sektor’s face bore the familiar features Bi-Han remembered, albeit with a slightly bushier and longer beard peppered with white streaks, his black hair pulled back tightly with strands of gray weaving through the dark locks. The passage of time was evident in the wrinkles near his eyes, a silent testament to the years that had slipped by in his absence. With an incredulous expression on their face, Bi-Han gestured for them to raise their heads as they greeted him. He briefly embraced Sektor, one of his right-hand men and a loyal friend, feeling a sense of familiarity and trust in his presence.

‘’You found the apartment spot on.’’ he said as he stepped back.

‘’I followed the signals from the phone with which you contacted us, and it led us to the woman you mentioned,’’ Sektor explained, gesturing to one of the men behind him with his head. ‘’She put up quite a struggle.’’

As the group of seven split into two, revealing you with an assassin gripping your arm, Bi-Han’s heart clenched at the sight of your distressed form. Your eyes widened with fear, unshed tears glistening, while blood trickled from your lip and purple fingerprints adorned your throat. The desperation in your eyes struck him deeply, igniting a fierce protective instinct within him. He didn’t even grasp how it happened; one minute ago, he felt a deep-rooted sense of belonging after seeing his clan members in front of him. But now, seeing you shaken and hurt because of him, he felt a surge of emotions he didn’t know he had. He couldn’t understand why. Why was he feeling this way? He should feel relieved, since the book only protected you before them, not from the outside world. It was a possibility that you could get hurt. But now, it didn’t sit well with him. You didn’t deserve this treatment from him or his men.

‘’Release her,’’ Bi-Han growled, his voice laced with authority, anger and a little bit of protectiveness. When the assassin hesitated, Bi-Han seized their wrist and forcefully pulled you towards him. You were startled by his grip, his touch either too cold or perhaps the recent events had left you shaken. Whatever the reason, it prompted you to avoid his gaze, focusing instead on the ground beneath you. In that moment, Bi-Han anticipated the familiar pain that usually accompanied touching skin, however, to his surprise, all he encountered was the remarkably soft and sensitive skin beneath his fingers.

“Bi-Han,” your voice, usually moderate and friendly, trembled with fear, resembling a fading whisper. ‘’Let me go, please. I just want to retreat to my room.’’

Even after everything, you were still pleading instead of demanding or seeking vengeance for the harm inflicted upon you. Standing there, head hung low and trembling slightly in his grip, the quiver in your voice as you implored him to let you retreat to your room—all these details spoke volumes. They revealed a vulnerability that struck Bi-Han sharply. In that moment, it dawned on him with startling clarity. Perhaps, from the very beginning, your actions had been genuine, and this moment was the ultimate test to reveal your true nature. It was a realization that left him reeling and cast doubt on his previous assumptions about you.

The timbre in your voice, your posture, or whatever it was, made Bi-Han pull his hand away from you as if it had been burned. Throughout the whole encounter, you hadn’t lifted your head once, and as you quietly passed into your room without a word, Bi-Han was at a loss for what to do with the emotions that were rising up inside him.

“Grandmaster?” Sektor’s voice interrupted his thoughts, and when Bi-Han turned his gaze back to the others, he saw them watching him carefully. “Did we do something wrong?”

“Wait here, I’ll be right back,” Bi-Han replied, avoiding a direct answer. “And be careful not to step on the cat.’’

With those words, he followed after you. When he looked through the partially open bedroom door, he saw you sitting on the end of the bed, your back facing him. He knocked once to announce his presence and then entered without waiting for your response. Startled, you glanced over your shoulder, an old T-shirt in one hand as you dabbed at the wound on your bleeding lip. You appeared small, vulnerable, and innocent, tears streaming down your cheeks silently. Your expression bore a sadness that tugged at his heartstrings, catching him off guard.

As Bi-Han closed the door behind him and stepped inside, you tried to wipe away your tears with a sniffle. “I didn’t know you hated me this much,” you said, your voice hoarse with emotion. Another tear crept down your cheek, and Bi-Han felt a pang of guilt wash over him at the sight of your despair.

“My orders were not in that direction. There was a miscommunication. I only asked them to come here, not to hurt you.” Bi-Han explained, though even to his own ears, his words sounded unconvincing amidst the swirling emotions he couldn’t quite grasp.

You must have been thinking the same thing too, so you didn’t answer him. Instead, you lowered your gaze, and a heavy silence settled between you. This situation bothered Bi-Han more than he expected. He had never cared much about what you thought of him until this moment. Now, he didn’t want any misunderstandings to grow, nor did he want you to think that he could give a command to harm someone defenseless. Another detail that bothered him was your demeanor; it was different from what he was accustomed to. You looked defeated, your shoulders slumped, as if trying not to take up too much space on the bed. Despite his words or his actions, there was always a flicker of light in your eyes, a desire to fight, but now it seemed extinguished. You seemed resigned, as if you had emerged from a battle knowing you couldn’t win.

‘’Show me your wound.’’ said Bi-Han, breaking the tense silence. You looked at him with a puzzled expression, clearly not expecting him to speak.

‘’It’s not a big deal. I can handle it. It would be better if you don’t keep them waiting.’’ you said kindly.

‘’Don’t tell me what to do,’’ Bi-Han growled, his voice taking on a contrary tone. Once again, you averted your gaze and shrank back, as if trying to disappear. Bi-Han cursed himself silently; he was too accustomed to speaking aggressively. Instead of further escalating the tension, he sat down beside you and ,as gently as possible, lifted your chin to examine your wound. Bi-Han had been expecting pain, but to his surprise, he felt the same softness and warmth of your skin as before. There was no biting pain or discomfort. It was unexpected and strange. Turning his gaze back to you, he found you watching him.

‘’Give me what you’re holding and stand still,’’ he said, attempting to soften his voice. You complied silently, handing over the T-shirt. As he applied pressure to your wound to stop the bleeding, he noticed you take a sharp breath.

‘’Does it hurt?’’

‘‘A little,’’ you replied softly. Bi-Han clenched his jaw, still feeling your nervous gaze on him as he tended to your wound with a care he didn’t know he possessed.

‘’Why do you hate me?’’

‘‘If I hated you, I wouldn’t be doing this right now, would I?’’ Bi-Han responded, his tone firm yet tinged with something softer. You took a shaky breath, your voice carrying a hint of innocence and hope that tugged at his heart.

‘’So you don’t?’’

Bi-Han didn’t answer, his eyes trailed to the purple fingerprints on your throat. Sektor had applied too much force. Anger surged within him at the sight of your injuries. You didn’t deserve this. Seeing you filled with fear in your own home where you should feel safe the most, blood on your lip, marks on your throat… Bi-Han had been trained to bear the weight of his responsibilities, but looking at you now, his conscience gnawed at him like never before. He should have foreseen Sektor’s aggression and prevented this. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to admit it out loud.

Before he could say anything, the sound of his brothers entering interrupted the moment. You exchanged a glance, then Bi-Han’s gaze lingered on the door.

‘’I think you’d better go,’’ you said again, your voice feather soft and light. Despite the fading fear on your face, you still looked vulnerable, like a fragile trinket that could be easily broken.

‘’I don’t trust you, but I don’t hate you,” Bi-Han said suddenly, the words escaping before he could fully process them. Your eyes widened in surprise at his unexpected admission. Something about your presence in that moment had prompted him to speak. “I hate this situation I’ve fallen into,” he continued, his voice tinged with years of pent-up frustration. “The power you have over us, this dark magic, the book, everything.” Then without waiting for your response, Bi-Han rose from his seat and walked out of the room, refusing to look back. He needed space to process his emotions, to distance himself from the turmoil that surrounded him. As he entered the living room, he found Tomas, Kuai Liang, and Sektor engrossed in conversation. Relief washed over his brothers’ faces at the sight of Sektor, and Bi-Han knew they were glad to see a familiar face after so many years. Noticing his presence, Kuai Liang turned to him.

‘’Why didn’t you tell us you had contacted Sektor before?’’ He asked, his tone more curious than reproachful.

“Your attention wasn’t quite suitable at the moment.”

Both of his brothers frowned, understanding the implication. Tomas’s gray eyes scanned the room briefly before settling on him again.

“Where is she?” He inquired, his brows furrowing further.

‘’In her room.’’ Bi-Han replied.

Tomas’s expression darkened, and he rose from his seat, his eyes narrowing as he headed towards your bedroom. Bi-Han stopped him by grabbing his arm.

‘’You should know there was an incident.’’

Tomas’s head snapped towards him then, anger clearly evident in his expression now.

‘’What are you saying-‘’

‘’Tomas?’’

When you peeked out from your bedroom, Tomas’s words hung in the air, left unfinished as he caught sight of your appearance. Bi-Han silently observed Tomas’s reaction as he swiftly reached your side. Sensing your hesitation to open the door fully, Tomas instantly noticed and, with a suppressed growl, swung the door wide open.

‘‘Who did this to you?’’ he demanded, his voice laced with pure anger.

Upon hearing Tomas’s question, Kuai Liang sprang from his seat and darted past him like a gust of wind. Bi-Han watched as his brother approached you with a kindness he had seldom seen in Tomas before, tenderly cupping your face in his palms and inspecting the wound on your lip with his thumb.

‘“I’m fine, guys. It’s nothing, really. It doesn’t even hurt.” you said, attempting to reassure them.

“Bi-Han mentioned there was an incident,’’ Kuai Liang interjected, shooting Bi-Han a knowing look before turning his gaze back to you. Bi-Han watched as the hard edge in Kuai Liang’s brown eyes softened with concern as his fingers traced the purple marks on your neck. ‘‘Tell us what really happened.’’

Your eyes darted to his, filled with desperation, as if searching for the right words. Given that you seemed to have Kuai Liang and Tomas wrapped around your finger, they were inclined to believe whatever you said, no matter how absurd or hard to believe. A clear example of this was just a few weeks ago when Tomas confronted him on your behalf. Yet, there was a palpable sense of caution in your demeanor, as if you were treading carefully to avoid escalating the situation or triggering them further.

‘’I-I…It’s just-‘’

‘’I contacted Sektor through her phone,’’ Bi-Han interjected, unable to bear the helpless expression on your face any longer.Sektor also joined him halfway through, taking charge and completing the explanation.

‘’I’m sorry for hurting you,’’ Sektor apologized, his gaze fixed on you nestled between the protective arms of his brothers. Stepping forward, he bowed as a form of apology. ‘’I thought you were responsible for their absence.’’

‘’No harm done, really. You don’t need to apologize,’’ you said, panic and embarrassment evident in your voice. ‘’I was just a bit scared. I mistook you for Quan Chi and his men at first, so I was hesitant to answer and didn’t want to cooperate.’’ As you speak, Bi-Han observes your expression closely, noting the shift from fear to relief as Sektor apologizes, his sincerity reassures you.

‘’You thought he was Quan Chi?’’ Kuai Liang asked softly, gently caressing your face. You offered him a small smile and nodded in confirmation. Tomas joined him, planting a loving kiss on your cheek.

‘’You could have been seriously hurt,” Tomas said, his tone now tinged with awe and kindness rather than anger, reflecting the concern he felt towards you. His gaze softened as he looked at you.

‘’I just wanted to protect you,’’ you whispered, your voice laden with emotion. Bi-Han felt something stir within him at your words, a feeling he couldn’t quite name. He had imagined you must have been scared when you encountered Sektor, but mistaking him for Quan Chi and still trying to protect them… it was different. No one had ever shown such bravery to him or his brothers before. They had never needed it, and they were too proud to admit otherwise. Moreover, you didn’t even know how to protect yourself, yet you still resisted until you realized who Sektor was. It was foolish, yet admirable. The courage you displayed, even in fear, was something not everyone possessed.

Bi-Han understood better at that moment why his brothers were so fond of you.

As they returned to the living room, Bi-Han recounted the events, with his brothers occasionally adding their own insights. He wasn’t sure how many hours had passed; after all, they had been absent for ten years, and it must have taken them hours to catch up on the clan’s affairs. Throughout the conversation, Bi-Han remained seated in his usual spot, while you held Ninja on your lap, nestled under the seat after you reached out to her. You were installed next to Kuai Liang, while Tomas and Sektor occupied seats opposite you.

He was relieved to learn that the clan had remained steadfast since the day they were cursed. Sektor and Cyrax had worked diligently to maintain order and uphold traditions. In fact, Sektor mentioned that their numbers had increased slightly, and their training had become more comprehensive.

Once there was nothing left to discuss, Bi-Han spoke up once again. ‘’I want you to contact Lord Liu Kang. If anyone can lift this curse, it’s him,’’ he instructed.

‘‘Won’t you come back with us?’’ Sektor’s surprise was palpable. ‘’Everything’s ready, Grandmaster. Just give us the command.’’

Bi-Han yearned to return to his homeland, to the land where he belonged, where he was born and raised… But he had to consider the bigger picture. It was impossible for them to stay away from you for long due to the curse. If you came with them, you would be vulnerable to their enemies, who might exploit you to harm the clan. Bi-Han wanted to keep this situation as secret as possible, at least until a solution was found.

‘’It’s best if the curse remains discreet between us. The sooner you reach Liu Kang, the better.’’

“But brother—‘’

‘’They can use her as a means to reach us,’’ Bi-Han interjected, cutting off Kuai Liang. When his gaze shifted to you, a guilty expression flashed across your face, as if you felt responsible, and you quickly averted your eyes. Bi-Han cursed himself silently for yet another misunderstanding. ‘’It’s for the best, for all of us. If Liu Kang can’t find a solution, return here in two months and retrieve the book. I want us to remain within the clan thereafter.’’

‘’As you wish, Grandmaster,’’ Sektor replied obediently.

***

A few days had passed since Sektor’s visit. The scar on your lip had almost disappeared, and the fingerprints on your throat had turned into a pale yellow stain. The memory of your expression upon seeing the amount of food that Tomas and Kuai Liang had bought—enough to feed a small African tribe—remained vivid in Bi-Han’s mind.

‘‘What is all this?’’ you asked, your cheeks slightly flushed with excitement. Tomas scratched the back of his head bashfully, while Kuai Liang pulled you close with a gentle arm around your waist, planting a kiss on the bruises on your neck.

‘’We did some grocery shopping.’’ Tomas replied.

‘’But how?’’ You inquired politely, fully aware of they didn’t have an money, yet the bemused expression on your face was endearing, a blend of amusement and sweetness. Your cheeks held a faint flush, while your eyes sparkled with excitement, reminiscent of a delighted child receiving a cherished gift. Witnessing your joy, Bi-Han was taken aback by how effortlessly you found happiness in such simple gestures.

‘’It would be more accurate to say we obtained it without being seen.’’ Kuai Liang chimed in, taking over the explanation from Tomas. Your raised eyebrow and playful glance prompted a chuckle from him.

‘’So you stole it, did you?’’

‘’Is it stealing if no one saw?’’ Tomas quipped, eliciting a laugh from you that echoed through the small kitchen.

‘’Tomas! That’s exactly what stealing means!’’ you exclaimed, still smiling as you surveyed the bounty of food. ‘’You even got food for Ninja, guys, I can’t believe you! I hope I can fit this much food in the fridge.’’ Turning in Kuai Liang’s arms, you planted a happy kiss on his lips, filling his face with pride and joy. “Normally, theft is never something I would approve of, but I really needed it, thank you.’’ you said, moving to hug Tomas tightly and also kiss him like you did with Kuai Liang.

‘‘We can imagine how difficult it is for you to feed us all at once. We wanted to ease your burden.’’ Tomas explained. In response to his words, the innocence in your smile deepened, and Bi-Han watched as the warmth in your eyes softened further. He had never witnessed anyone gaze at his brothers with such sincerity and purity. Your gestures, your smiles—everything you offered them seemed so natural and genuine. It was as though you held deep affection for his brothers. For a brief moment, Bi-Han found himself contemplating how it would feel if those same tender glances were directed at him. It seemed absurd to entertain such thoughts, as he typically dismissed such sentiments. Yet, in that moment, he couldn’t help but wonder. Had he ever missed something he had never experienced? Was it jealousy, or perhaps longing? The unfamiliar emotions stirred within him, leaving him perplexed yet intrigued.

Shaking off his reverie, Bi-Han sat alone, you having gone out for a walk with Kuai Liang and Tomas an hour ago, leaving him alone with the cat. Glancing at the feline curled up in his lap, he found himself stroking her soft belly absentmindedly. As he sat at his seat, his gaze wandered to the window, where colorful city lights illuminated the evening sky. Below, people bustled about, returning home after a day’s work, while the distant sounds of car engines added to the city’s cacophony.

Suddenly, the cat perked up, alerted by a sound outside. Bi-Han’s attention shifted to the door, where he heard the anxious voices of his brothers approaching. As they entered, Tomas was holding you in his arms, with Kuai Liang in tow. Bi-Han’s brow furrowed as he took in the state you were in.

“What’s going on?”

“She’s not well,” Tomas’s voice was tense, dominated by a helpless and worried expression rarely seen on his face when he felt powerless. Kuai Liang remained silent, his eyes stormy with concern, his jaw clenched so tightly that he was sure his teeth were aching. “While walking in the park, she suddenly doubled over and started holding her stomach, whimpering in pain.” he explained.

“Side effects of the book,” Kuai Liang interjected, his tone tinged with anger. “She’s been experiencing symptoms for a while but hasn’t said anything.”

Bi-Han found himself grappling with disbelief as he processed the situation. Despite a part of him anticipating this moment, he couldn’t comprehend how he missed the telltale signs. Since they showed up at your house, he had always kept his eyes on you. He waited for you to drop your mask, quietly following your every step, scrutinizing your expression with sharp eyes. Perhaps, in hindsight, he was so overwhelmed with details that he failed to see the truth before him. Normally, within a week or so, whoever wielded the book would inevitably use them for their own pleasure.

Initially, the feeling would emerge subtly, like a thin fog in the corner of their minds, not applying pressure but making its presence felt. But as the days passed, this feeling would grow hostile and aggressive, leaving no choice but to use them, as relief could only come that way. Bi-Han had heard this definition before from several different masters, none of whom could endure the escalating wave of pain to the end, especially when the solution was within reach and there were no obstacles.

The fact that you had been enduring this pain silently for a while, and moreover, that you hid it from them without flinching, was something Bi-Han couldn’t reconcile with his logic. Why were you trying to endure this pain?

“I’m all right,” you weakly protested, barely audible amidst the turmoil. Bi-Han’s gaze softened as he observed you, held in Tomas’s embrace. Sweat glistened on your forehead, your face contorted in agony. Despite not touching you, he could sense the fever radiating from your body.

“This can’t continue,” Tomas insisted, concern etched on his features. “We can help you.”

“No,” you managed to gasp in pain, struggling to open your eyes. Bi-Han could see clearly the extent of your suffering, tears lined the edges of your eyes. “I don’t want you to do this because of the curse.”

“We are going to do this for you,” Kuai Liang countered, his voice laced with anger directed at the situation rather than you. However, in that moment, it came out as a snarl.

“Doesn’t matter. After all, I’m in this state because of the curse, and I don’t want you to be put under the same obligation again.”

“Do you want us to stand by while you suffer?” Kuai Liang pressed, his concern palpable.

Unable to speak, your eyes squeezed shut as a whimper escaped your lips, writhing painfully in Tomas’s lap as you began to take deep, labored breaths, resting your head on his chest.

“She’s burning,” Tomas remarked, his voice increasingly concerned. Then, as if a realization dawned on both of them simultaneously, Bi-Han crossed his arms over his chest and gave them a piercing, almost deadly glare.

“No.”

***

He couldn’t comprehend how he found himself lying in bed with you. Moments ago, he was at odds with Kuai Liang and Tomas, and now he lay on your double-sized bed, staring at the ceiling. His logical mind urged him to leave, yet his body remained rooted for reasons he couldn’t fathom.

Turning to where you lay, he observed you from his position. There wasn’t much space between you on the bed. Your body curled into a fetal position, drenched in sweat, causing the sheets beneath you to dampen. You looked so pitiful and helpless, as the only thing you could do at the moment was keep breathing.

“Why are you resisting?” Bi-Han’s voice lacked its usual aggression or coldness, replaced instead by confusion. He couldn’t grasp why you still kept enduring this suffering.

“I want to keep all of you safe,” your fragile voice answered. Bi-Han’s brows furrowed deeper at your response.

“Is it worth enduring this pain?”

“Yes.” Your answer was swift and simple, stirring an ache in Bi-Han’s heart. ‘’I told Kuai Liang that I would offer you a safe space, and I will do so as well. You deserve more than that, but this is all I can do. I don’t want you to do anything that the book obliges.’’

What you thought was insignificant was actually a tremendous sacrifice for their comfort. He was speechless for the first time in his life. He didn’t know what to say, what the right and necessary words were. He had never met someone like you who sacrificed themselves in this way before. As he needed a few seconds to digest what he was hearing, he simply looked at you.

At that moment, Bi-Han heard the answer to the ‘Why’ question that had been spinning in his mind for weeks. Because you cared not only about your brothers but also about him with all his thorns, sharp words, and rude manners. Despite everything, you weren’t keeping him apart from Kuai Liang and Tomas, and you were enduring this pain inside for him as much as you were enduring it for them.

As you writhed in pain, still maintaining a careful distance, Bi-Han realized that what he had been waiting for wasn’t you to drop your mask, but for him to acknowledge your genuine care. You didn’t play games; your sole purpose was to only help. While gaining the trust of Kuai Liang and Tomas, you rejected their assistance, a reaction unfamiliar to him and his brothers. Despite the opportunity for relief, you refused their aid.

With another whimper, you completely crumpled down where you were, and when tears started to flow from your eyes once again, Bi-Han pulled you to himself as he grasped you, without thinking about anything else, along with the emotions that sprouted in his heart. Even though he knew that you would be surprised under normal circumstances, your indifference and continuing to cry quietly while being embraced by him by doing the exact opposite, tugged at his heart strings.

“I’m sorry,” your voice muffled against his neck, yet Bi-Han heard every word. “I know you don’t like me… I’m sorry you had to endure this.’’

“Be silent, woman. You talk too much.” His tone was surprisingly gentle as Bi-Han held your sweat-drenched body against him tightly. A small moan escaped your lips, a sign of relief amidst the pain. Since Bi-Han has always kept his distance from you, you’ve had almost zero contact with him, so in addition to his body being cold, his touch was also more effective compared to his brothers. That’s why, actually, part of the pain you suffered was because of him, that you couldn’t touch him the way you could have touched Kuai Liang or Tomas.

Your body slowly relaxed in his arms, Bi-Han’s hand finding its way under your shirt, offering what little coolness he could. It felt natural to hold you this way, as if it was where you belonged all along.

“Bi-Han…” your voice was soft and vulnerable, triggering his protective instincts. As he rested his chin on top of your head, completely caging you with his arms, your breathing steadied a bit, and the tremors subsided. “You don’t have to do this.” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. Your lips brushed against his throat as you spoke, a detail Bi-Han found himself liking.

“I remember telling you to be silent.”

“I don’t want to cause you any more inconvenience. I’m feeling better, please, you can let me go.” you said, the obvious lie and stubbornness in your voice softening Bi-Han’s heart while simultaneously angering him. He grabbed you by the neck so that he could see your face, and when he lifted your chin up with his thumb, he faced your innocent gaze. All the while his touch was gentle and incredibly cautious, much like when he handled Ninja. You resembled her at the moment, fragile and delicate.

“Under normal circumstances, you can’t force me to do something I don’t want to,” he asserted, his hand tracing from your chin to your temples. As his fingers moved over the lines, a moment of relief washed over you, your eyes closing briefly in response. Bi-Han found solace in providing you with comfort, a departure from his typically cold demeanor that often left others chilled rather than soothed. “This is one of those rare instances.” When Bi-Han whispered the last part towards your lips, your eyes opened, and you suddenly looked at him with so much emotion that Bi-Han felt his breath getting smaller and clogged in his throat. He could see his own reflection in your eyes.

‘’I have been cruel to you, even though you did not deserve it.’’ His confession enveloped the room like a heavy blanket, yet Bi-Han didn’t feel suffocated beneath it. On the contrary, he felt a sense of relief, as if he had shed a bit more of the burden he carried. When his gaze shifted from your lips back to your eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a pang in his heart at the profound understanding reflected in them.

‘‘You had your reasons, it’s okay.’’ You said it with your usual forgiveness. ‘’I have not given up hope for you.” Despite everything, when you managed to put a small smile on your pain-weary face, Bi-Han felt that his heart was being suppressed inside his rib cage, as if it was being squeezed from both sides. How pure your heart was, so full of kindness that Bi-Han started to feel like absolute shit when he thought about the times he hurt you so many times.

‘’You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.’’ He said after a moment, his brow furrowing slightly as he spoke.

‘’Is that… a bad thing?’’ You said in a timid voice.

“No,” Bi-Han said without hesitation. “It’s something I never thought possible until now.” He had buried his feelings so deeply that now, as they began to surface, distinguishing and naming each one became a daunting task. He felt overwhelmed by them, but refusing to ignore them any longer felt like the only honorable choice, especially after witnessing your endurance of pain on their behalf.

While he seethed with frustration towards his brothers, he never anticipated finding himself in the same predicament as them. Typically, he’d be harsh on himself for failing to maintain his vigilance. Even before assuming leadership of the clan, he embodied the role of the older brother, a figure of experience and protection, standing resolute where they faltered.

Yet, as he observed you, he teetered on the edge of conflicting emotions. You touched a part of him that had remained untouched, your essence reaching deep into his soul. Physically fragile you may have been, but your heart—your heart was a beacon of forgiveness and strength. Your presence illuminated every space you entered with a comforting warmth, a stark contrast to his reserved attitude.

Despite this, a part of him resisted. A lifetime of emotional barricades made him wary of letting anyone in, fearful of disrupting the balance he’d maintained. If Liu Kang couldn’t find a solution to the curse, he was doomed to lose you. Did he really want to take this risk despite knowing the inevitable outcome? As he looked at you, the answer became clear in his mind. Though brief, even if it were to end eventually, Bi-Han yearned to taste the light before returning to eternal darkness. You were a rarity, a once-in-a-lifetime encounter he couldn’t bear to reduce to a mere ‘wish’. No, he wished to imprint every moment, every sensation of you, onto his memory. The desire boiled within him, igniting his veins like wildfire, as his gaze once again descended from your eyes to your lips.

‘’Throughout my life, I’ve learned to be self-sufficient, prioritizing my clan above all else and neglecting my own desires. It’s become second nature, so much so that I didn’t realize what I truly needed until this moment.” His thumb grazed your lower lip, a gesture filled with longing. “It’s you,” Bi-Han declared, his voice echoing with a possessive growl that emboldened him. “I want to taste you, to feel you. I need you.”

Your expression softened even further, a tired yet content smile gracing your lips. “I’m here.” Those words were all Bi-Han needed to act. As his lips met yours, he felt the warmth radiating from your body, a heat he was determined to temper. Your kiss was slow and tentative, your movements guided by exhaustion and lingering pain. Bi-Han welcomed your presence, relishing the sensation of your lips against his. He felt every subtle shift and curve; your lips were so much softer than he ever could imagine, delicate like butterfly wings. Your taste was intoxicatingly sweet and warm, tinged with the fever that had consumed you, yet achingly innocent.

It felt like stepping onto solid ground after sailing through a raging storm, finally finding a peace and comfort he had never experienced before. It felt like returning home, to where he truly belonged—welcoming, gentle, and forgiving.

“Bi-Han,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, as if afraid to disturb the delicate moment. Pulling back slightly, you sought to catch your breath, your lips brushing against the tip of his chin in a tender kiss. Nestling your head against the crook of his neck, your hand resting gently on the side of his neck. “Thank you for trusting me enough to give me a chance.” you murmured, your words laden with sincerity.

Then, as if on cue, your body grew heavy, slipping into the embrace of sleep. Careful not to disturb you, he adjusted your position to ensure your comfort, his hand instinctively finding its way to gently stroke your hair. It felt natural, as if he had been doing it all his life, bringing him a sense of peace he had long yearned for.

“Trust, huh,” Bi-Han whispered to himself, his voice barely audible in the quiet room. It struck him then that this was exactly what he was offering you in this moment. As you lay peacefully, surrendering yourself to him, Bi-Han couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. Everything felt so right, so true, in this moment with you. If breaking his oath was the price to taste this peace, he was willing to pay it. His decision was made the instant he lay down beside you, even if he couldn’t bring himself to admit it.

As your skin gradually returned to its normal temperature, Bi-Han found comfort in the gentle contact. Your touch, a testament to your presence, was undeniably soothing. It carried a silent promise of healing, a balm for the wounds inflicted by the curse. Like the calm waves of the morning sea caressing the shore, your essence enveloped his soul, offering comfort and reassurance. The rhythm of your breathing, the soft glow of the lamp, the weight of your body against his—all of it contributed to a sense of serenity that permeated the room. For a moment, Bi-Han allowed himself to relax fully, succumbing to the tranquility that surrounded him. With a sense of surrender, he closed his eyes, trusting that his brothers would keep watch and ensure your safety for the hours ahead.

He had harbored a lifelong aversion to physical contact, but now, as he yearned to etch into his memory the sensations evoked by your touch, along with every intricate detail, he realized that touching could bring comfort and pleasure instead of pain.

And it was all because of you…

***

Author’s Note : As you can see, Bi-Han was a virgin before being sealed inside the book, due to his strong aversion to physical touch… But! He’s in good hands now. Welcome to the party, Bi-Han, albeit a bit late. Better late than never, right? By the way, Bi-Han sees the reader as non-threatening, which is why her touch doesn’t hurt him at all, but he isn’t aware of this. Subconsciously, he’s reacting this way, and it’s only with his brothers where he truly feels safe. Reader is now a part of that inner circle.

See you in the next chapter! 🥰

[yanderestarangel]

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TW: v!sex, afab anatomy, sex with ropes, bdsm, sub!reader, praise, ftm reader, oral ( f!re ).

a/n: repost!!! sorry for the last post, I made it sleepy and tired, I didn't realize I had left paragraphs in Portuguese, sorry <3 I promise to pay more attention - thanks to everyone who warned me about the error too! you guys help me improve my pots.

─── The silence rang in Kuai Liang's ears, as soon as he entered the house, something was wrong - after all, his husband, aka you - always welcomed him with a smile on his face, and it was also the middle of Christmas... He at least hoped that you were there, welcoming him... But what he received was silence.

He walked quickly throughout the house, looking for room after room, until he arrived in the kitchen and saw a small path made by red rose petals leading him to the main table, and so, when he looked up he saw you there - you were tied with red silk ribbons all over your body, with your hands tied behind her back, your breasts bounced with each sweet moan, like a Christmas present, the lines of the ribbon decorated her tight and already wet pussy like a small 'v', while you had a plastic gag in your mouth, beautiful and vulnerable, the perfect Christmas gift for the pyromancer - a little note by your side "Merry Christmas honey..." made by you. His heart sped up at the sight of you tied up like that, vulnerable yet irresistibly attractive, with gentle hands he wiped away a few strands of sweat that had gathered on your forehead, tracing his fingers over your flushed cheeks.

"-You did this for me?" He asked incredulously, running a calloused finger along your exposed neck before reaching up to cup your jaw gently. Glancing down at your exposed pussy once more, he licked his lips hungrily before reaching out to caress it gently with his index finger, tracing circles around your sensitive spots."-Ahhh... So responsive baby" He groaned softly, savoring the feeling of power this position gave him over you

"-You want me to claim you properly don't you? To mark you as mine?" Without waiting for a response, Kuai Liang bent down lower, his mouth hovering above your wet folds. With a growl of desire, he began sucking and nipping on your clitoris, causing you to arch your back in pleasure/pain mixed reactions. His tongue darted out, swirling around your entrance before sliding inside you slowly, exploring every inch of your tight passageway. He moaned deeply against your thigh as he did so, enjoying the sounds of your moans muffled by the gag.

With a dark hunger in his eyes, he maintained your bindings, relishing in the visual of the beautiful red satin bows that held you captive. "-So eager, my little one." With that, he pulled away once more, leaving you writhing in need and frustration. The cold air brushed against your exposed pussy, heightening the sensation of anticipation building within you. When you finally managed to utter out a desperate cry through the gag, something primal awakened inside Kuai Liang.

"-You look absolutely exquisite like this my dear boy," he growled. "-So helpless, so perfect for my pleasure." His hands roamed over your body, tracing the lines of the satin bows that adorned you.

Positioning himself at the entrance of your wet and eager pussy, he teased you with the head of his cock, brushing against your swollen lips. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the need for him to claim you becoming an ache deep within you. Without warning, Kuai Liang plunged deep into you, filling you completely with his hard length - the sensation of him stretching you, filling you to the brim.

"-You're a fucking beautiful little slut aren't you? so submissive and beautiful, oh- fuck boy! squeeze that pussy tighter on my dick." He gave both of your breasts a delicious slap, making them jiggle from his rough and delicious thrusts - his crotch was totally dirty with your cunt, slapping your clit.

Liang's breath grew ragged as he felt your pussy clench around his throbbing cock, a desperate plea for release, the overwhelming sensation of your tightness pushed him to the brink of climax. - Kuai Liang groaned loudly, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. With a roar, he pulled out of your tight channel, spurting his hot seed everywhere—on your stomach, breasts, and even some landing on your face. "-That was... Amazing, you're so good at this, my angel."

Reaching over to retrieve the gag from your mouth, he removed it, allowing you to speak again. "-How do you feel?" He asked, brushing away some of the sweat that had gathered on his forehead with a tender touch. "-You really are the best gift for me... ready for a second round?" The pyromancer smiles, tying your wrists even tighter, looking at your other hole. "-I want more of my beautiful boy."

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