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ellecdc · 12 days ago

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hellooo elle! i saw youre taking requests for blurbs and i’ve seen your roommates!marauders and i was wondering if you can write about maybe yapper reader with roommate remus? i love this dynamic and i feel like remus would be perfect for this! i loved your grumpy roommate one with sirius <3

hiii baby! I'm loving roommate marauders, what is that about?! thanks for your request <3

Remus Lupin x roommate!reader who is excited to come home to him [1.5k words]

CW: fem!reader, reader is super chatty, remus is smitten

Sirius’ story was interrupted by the sound of the door to your flat closing and you excitedly shouting “Remus!”.

Remus probably should have been a little embarrassed at how quickly a smile spread across his face at just the sound of your voice in front of all of his closest friends, but he couldn’t find it in him to be bothered when you continued chanting his name; still yet to appear from the entryway into the living room that he and his friends were occupying.

Sirius made a point to roll his eyes as he sat back in his seat, but Remus could tell by the cheeky smile on his face that it was all in good nature.

“Remus, Remus, Remus, Remus!” You continued breathlessly as you flew into the living room; eyes wide and excited as you spotted Remus in his usual place. “You’ll never guess-”

But the words died on your lips as you noticed the small flat full of people - James, Sirius, Peter, Lily, and Marlene - all smiling at you with varying levels of teasing and fondness.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out through a nervous laugh. “I’m so sorry, I completely forgot-”

“No! Hey! Don’t leave us in suspense; what would he never guess?” James offered then, earning a few chuckles from his friends. Remus was glad to note you didn’t take any offence, though you still folded in on yourself slightly in embarrassment.

“Oh god, no. No, I’m sorry; it’s really not at all interesting, I feel so silly.”

“You’re not silly.” Remus countered quickly. “Would you like to join us?”

You chewed on your lip as you considered the room, though Remus already knew your answer. “No, that’s okay. I’m really sorry to have interrupted. You guys have fun!”

And with one last wave and a bit of disappointment on James’ part for not getting to hear what had you so excited, you headed down the hall towards your bedroom.

“She’s so sodding cute, Rem.” Lily told him, as if Remus wasn’t already aware how sodding cute you were.

“Is she always that excited to come home to see you?” Sirius added with a salacious wink.

“Knock it off, you prat.” Remus scoffed as he tossed a crisp at him.

Sirius held his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m only asking! S’not every day you find a bird that eager to tell you about her day.”

“Is she always so… excitable?” Peter asked then before taking a sip of his drink. James fielded that question.

“She’s very chatty.” He explained simply; not an ounce of judgement detected in his tone. “One night she was able to tell me a very thorough history of the pub we were sitting in. Did you know monks used to run it?”

“She’s most excited to talk to Moony, though.” Marlene quipped - apparently not at all interested in the hops brewing monks - causing him to roll his eyes. “She’s never been that excited to talk to me.”

“No one’s ever been excited to talk to you, McKinnon.” Sirius volleyed, earning him another crisp in the side of the head.

The group delved into chatter then, but Remus’ eyes migrated to the hallway you’d just disappeared down. He wasn’t sure what could have been so exciting about work that would have had you careening in here, though looking at the time, you had come home a bit late. Did something happen on your way home?

“Why don’t you go make sure she’s alright?” Lily offered him quietly then, and Remus was mortified to realise she’d been cognizant of his wandering mind as she offered him a knowing smirk. “Keeping that much excitement in can’t be good for a girl.”

Remus huffed out a laugh, wiping his clammy hands off on his knees before standing and making his way down the hall.

He paused in front of your door and knocked gently, waiting to hear your responding ‘yeah?’ before he popped his head in.

He held onto the handle with one hand and the doorframe with the other, smiling widely when he noticed you had already changed into comfies and were curled up on your bed with your laptop set up in front of you. “Can I come in?”

“Of course.” You agreed easily. “I don’t want to keep you from your company, though.”

“Oh, they don’t even realise I’m gone.” He scoffed as he perched on the edge of your bed, hand itching to reach out and brush the soft skin of your exposed knee. “What’re you watching tonight?”

“Don’t worry, Rem.” You chided tauntingly. “I’m saving Will & Grace for when we can watch together.”

“Good lass.” He nodded at you, following up with a wink when you flustered at his flirting. “What are you watching?”

“There’s a documentary about Penguins on Disney plus.” You admitted. “His name is Steven and I love him already.”

“I have friend’s over one night and you’re already replacing me.” He sighed, though his melancholy expression vanished completely at the sound of your bubbling laughter. “Does he at least treat you well?”

“You have nothing to worry about, Remus.”

The two of you smiled at each other for a moment before Remus wondered if your cheeks were as warm as his were.

“So… what were you going to tell me when you got home?” Remus asked, and you let out a very excited gasp and actually slammed your laptop shut - he wondered then if that wasn’t half the reason your laptop gave you so many problems.

“Okay! You know the bookstore we like so much? On-”

“Cecil, right.” Remus agreed, you nodded eagerly at him.

“Yes! So I don’t know if you’ve noticed the shop cat there? He’s usually on the second floor and lounges on top of the bookshelves.”

“How do you know?” He asked accusingly. “You can’t see the tops of the bookshelves.”

“Sod off.” You laughed as you swatted at him; he pretended to sway from the force of your hit. “Anyway, the clerk said his name is Hemingway, but he never lets any of the patrons of the store pat him, just the staff!”

“Not on your watch.” Remus interjected.

“Certainly not! So I stopped by today after work with a little catnip mouse and a few kitty treats and we’ve become best friends.”

“Best friends?” Remus clarified, you beamed at him and nodded eagerly. “I have friend’s over one night and you-”

“Remus!”

“See, dove, you tell me I have nothing to worry about, but it feels an awful lot like I should be worried.”

“I think you might be a little harder to win over than Hemmingway, Rem. Unless you appreciate catnip mice and kitty treats? Because I have more in my bag.”

Remus narrowed his eyes at you as though he were considering it, and you raised one of your eyebrows at him in challenge before a round of laughter from his friends reminded both of you that he actually had company over.

“How about…” Remus started as he made to stand, walking backwards in the direction of your door so he could maintain eye contact with you “three episodes of Will & Grace tonight?”

“Deal.”

“Great.” He responded; tone far softer than he meant it to be as he hesitated in your doorway. “It’s a date.”

“I’ll meet you at 11? The usual place?”

The usual place being your shared kitchen in your shared flat where the two of you would prepare popcorn and drinks in silence before moving to the living room together and sharing the loveseat in front of the TV.

“Can’t wait.” He agreed with a smile before closing your door behind him and returning to his friends.

“Your bird okay, Rem?” Marlene taunted as he returned to his seat.

Remus scoffed and rolled his eyes. “My flatmate is fine, McKinnon; thanks for your concern.” He responded dryly.

“What was she so excited to tell you?” James asked as he reshuffled a deck of cards to deal Remus in.

“About some shop cat at a bookstore.” Remus explained, pausing at the dramatic gasp it elicited from James.

“Hemingway!?” He all but squealed.

“I-” Remus started, sharing a sideways look with Lily who already had her head in her hands. “Yes?”

“On Cecil Court?!”

“...Yes?” Remus offered carefully.

“Oh my God!” James cheered as he stood - nearly flipping the coffee table over in his haste to get to you - and took off down the hall chanting your name in much the same way you’d been chanting Remus’ when you first arrived.

“Where do you two find these people?” Peter chuckled as he picked up the now abandoned deck of cards.

“You might have to fight Prongs for custody there, Rem.” Sirius added with a laugh.

“I have a feeling James might lose that one.” Lily replied impishly. “Remus seems rather keen on keeping her around.”

And though Remus folded his lips over his teeth in an attempt not to smile, feeling his cheeks warm to near painful levels, he really couldn’t argue.

Remus was rather keen on keeping you around.

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itachiiwrites · 2 months ago

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Hands on your knees, I'm Angelina Jolie ♡

CULT LEADER!SUGURU GETO X READER ♡

Warnings and Content: 18+, MDNI, p in v sex, mirror sex, backshots, fingering, clit play, creampie, husband suguru, suguru being very hot, female reader, porn with almost no plot (sorry), terms of endearment (angel, pretty girl), degradation, slapping, spanking, he's also gentle, he is in love, you are too, mentions of exhibitionism.

Plot: Showing off your new lingerie set to your husband was your job, it's not fault that he's a very busy man..

Suguru peppered soft kisses onto the back of your neck, his large hands tantalizingly settled onto the seam of your ass, the other settled onto your sternum, motioning tenderly to take your pert nipples between his calloused fingers.

He kept your figure propped up with delicacy, both your bodies on the knees, sinked on the plush mattress of his bed. His foxy eyes gazing into yours through the tall mirror in front of you both. It was your fault, getting him all riled up on text by giving your husband terribly raunchy depictions of your new lacey set, that was now in tatters on the mahogany floor. While he was negotiating with the benefactors of the association.

"Who could tell..? The fake Buddhist monk's wife is such a vixen.." He chuckled sardonically, jabbing a subtle insult. To which you giggled, turning your head to look at him. "It's fine cause you're a fake monk anyway.."

He arched his brow at your sharp reply small amused smile lacing his own lips, which didn't stop him from instantly gripping your face when it lolled up to the look at him, pinning it up in his palm to keep your eyes on the visual in the mirror of his body behind yours, deliciously finger fucking you. "I told you to keep your head up sweetheart..look in the mirror..always such a smartass.." He rustled against your cheek, giving a prompt, light slap on your cheek to your bratty reply.

"Yeah..Sugu.." You moaned dulcely with a grin, his name sliding past your lips so obscenely that it would put a pornstar to shame.

Suguru let out a satisfied hum at the sounds you made, pulling his crinkled fingers from your wetness then settling onto your cute clit. The slight roughened pads of his fingers from years of exorcising curses felt so perfect drawing methodical eights against your nub that was erectly poking out from your arousal. "Oh-ho..? You're fucking drenched, you liking getting slapped, slut..?"

Your pretty eyes almost fluttered at the vulgarity that slipped passed his lips, you could feel the soft rumming of his chest against your back as he spoke to you in his sultry voice.

"What..? Didn't hear you, what happened to that smart mouth of yours..? Huh..?" He gritted his teeth, his digits ruthlessly rubbing your slippery pussy, the plopping sound clearly audible. He grunted, groping the flesh of your ass handfully before letting his palm impact on it with a rough smack, pushing you down on the mattress so your ass was in the air for him, making you yelp.

Grabbing fistful of your hair, he lifted you up as he teased the bulbous head of his fat cock on your entrance, stretching it open with just the tip which made you whimper. "Oh..put it in..want your cock so badly.." You whispered, desperately wanting to feel him deep within you. You cambered your head to your shoulder slightly to look at him.

"Fucking look in the mirror or else I'm leaving your slutty pussy here like this all night along.." He warned, slapping your face again, this time collision being a little harder, which made you naturally look at the pornographic sight in front of you.

His sculpted body positioned behind you, his eyes half lidded and the onyx bangs framing his handsome face beautifully, it made your cunt flutter around him. The moment he rammed into you with a soft moan, your eyes blew wide at the sudden stretch, making you grip the sheets tighter.

You could feel his balls deliciously smacking against your clit, while the bed creaked softly because of his fast, plummeting thrusts, cooes and blabbers of how you wanted him harder leaving past your lips.

"Yeah..my pretty wife wants it harder hm..? Take it, take it all..fuck!" And he gave you harder. It felt incredible, his each inch. Even as your limbs quivered and trembled as your walls gripped him like a vice when you came.

Suguru was addicted to the sight, the way you were braced up for him in all fours, your fucked out, flushed face only made his cock harder. He leaned in, pressing his body onto your back, holding you down with his weight as he moved his hips in a sensual rotation, kissing the depths of your sweet cunt with his tip each time. The sinful thoughts of claiming you like this in front of his cult crossed his mind. Although tempting, the thougts of defiling you like that in front of filthy monkeys, a sight that was only for him to see definitely made him jealous, furious even.

"Tell me you love me..pretty girl, say it..gonna cum in you.." He purred in your ear wanting the affirmation of your devotion to him, your hands now on the either side of your head, his fingers entwined with yours, his lips and teeth grazing against your skin to paint his purpled kisses on your neck.

"I..love you..cum in me Suguru..fill me up.."

And your syrupy voice sent a spark down his spine as he pounded into you harder, albeit sloppily as he moved closer to his climax. He let out a series of husky moans, cumming hot, white, thick ropes into your pussy, continuing to fuck you as milky rings of your mixed releases accumulated on his base. "Fuck..I love you angel.."

He let out strong huffs as he collapsed on top of you, planting wet kisses on the side of your cheek and back. The heinous thought crossing his head again after the declaration of his love.

"...What do you think about fucking in front of cult..?" He mumbled, gazing into your eyes with an impish look at you knew too well after he turned you around, his body still intimately pressed against yours, like a husband's should to his wife after making love. Keeping his softened dick inside you. He brought your hand closer, his warmth breath tickling your skin at the loving gesture of him kissing your ring finger.

"No."

©𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐢𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

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yandere-sins · 8 months ago

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Do you know which concept I‘m going feral over again at the moment?

Yandere!Priests

[Warning: Yandere + Violent & Lewd content]

It‘s really just about the absolute depravity of these priests.

A priest who‘s knuckles turn white as they grip the altar so hard to not just jump his darling on the spot while they are in the middle of a sermon. But their darling is sitting in the front row and they can smell their perfume and it‘s driving them absolutely insane and their cock so hard that they can‘t concentrate on their speech to the point they have to cut the service short. Everyone is so concerned about them but when their darling steps up to ask if they are okay or need something, they almost orgasm in front of everyone. (They‘ll make sure that their darling is the only person to take care of them, that‘s for sure. And while the priest is at it, they can invade their darling‘s home and life to the point of no return.)

Or confessional boothes where their darling is spilling all their worries and heartache, which is not only ideal for the priest to know to manipulate them later, but also because they can't help jerking off pitifully to their darling's voice. Imagining them on their knees sucking them off like the little devil his darling must be to turn the priest away from god. Yet the priest will be panting and gasping for air by the time they absolve their darling from the 'sins' they comitted, the priest hoping they'll be back soon with more.

A cult priestess who notices one of the followers turning away from the cult and it happens to very their darling. So they start sacrificing all their darling‘s friend and family, making them the outcast. Making sure they feel so threatened and scared that the moment the priest opens their arm for them, they run and confess all their sins. They are an outcast that the priest can take back under their wing, reform back to their faith and at the same time manipulate and gaslight them to the point that they won‘t want to leave the priests side anymore, which gives room for them to demand the ultimate sacrifice of the darling—their whole being.

A very beloved priest and their caretaker!darling. Priest is the chosen of god but they‘ll refuse to do anything they are supposed to if their darling isn‘t in reach for them at all times. Darling who was forced into this role but is now pressured into doing everything for the priest so the latter may provide the village with divine guidance. Darling that wants to escape but is dragged back and beaten into compliance. And a priest who basks in the glory of getting away with all the lewd and terrible things he does to them with no one to help the darling.

But it goes to other religious figures as well!

Angels that begin to fall from grace without realizing it because they start to simp for their darling and they really shouldn‘t. But the darling looks so cute and the angel loves it when you laugh. They're really trying not to favor them with divine intervention whenever their darling is having a bad day, but seeing their frown turn into a smile when they see a rainbow or pet a stray cat that thee angel led to them, they just can't help themselves from making their darling's life a little easier. That is, until the darling starts to truly commit sins (like fall in love with someone that is not the angel), and they have to do worse things (like watch over them as the darling undresses or masturbates) and they don't even realize just how much they are losing their angelic-ness, because the angel suddenly longs to be more than just a silent observer.

Nuns/Monks that are taking care of a lost sheep on their priests demands and start to forget about all their vows and duties, wanting to only be with them and stalking them around the grounds. Sneaking into their rooms to frolick in their darling's sheets and lick their spoon after dinner, their nethers tingling with lust as more and more depraved thoughts come into mind. Them sitting next to their darling at the sermon, their knees touching and the yan unable to keep themselves from panting and salivating over their darling, developing a desire to deprave them in the same way as the darling has the yan.

Anyway, I'm super normal about it but,

#yandere priestess #yandere angels #yandere priests #yandere nuns #yandere monks #yandere-talk #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

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vrystalius · 1 month ago

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Cuddle bug? Cuddle bear.

Gyomei thought he’d prefer holding you in his arms, but it seems like it’s the opposite.

Pairing: Gyomei x gn!reader

Gyomei always leaves right before you go to bed. You invite him to stay and offer to let him sleep together with you in bed, but he always declines. You two have been dating for almost 3 years and the stone hashira continued to visit you almost every day now, it wouldn’t be weird to ask him to cuddle with you through the night, right? At first you thought that was the reason he didn’t want to stay the night. The second reason you thought he might not want to stay is that Gyomei fears that you want to sleep with him. You’re not 100% sure how he feels about that topic, but since he’s a religious monk, you’d think he’d rather not do it with you. You decided to ask him himself on why he didn’t want to stay the night…

“I’m afraid I might be too large for your bed. Too tall and heavy, beloved.”

Oh. Oh! You almost wanted to giggle a little. You thought it might’ve been because of you or whatever else reason, but that should’t be a problem. Tears were running down his face while you explained to him that your bed frame is incredibly sturdy and your bed itself large enough to host both of you. It didn’t take much to convince him to finally share the bed with you for the first time. Gyomei removed his yukata and unbuttoned his uniform, but keeping his pants on for comfort purposes. He was hesitant putting all his weight down onto your bed at first, but carefully came closer and closer to your body. A smile started spreading on your face as his muscular arms slowly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer carefully.

“May I…?”

His voice was hushed and even deeper. You could feel the rumbles in his chest while he was talking. You hummed in approval to his question. That cue made Gyomei pull you right up against his warm body, making you nuzzle your face against his chest. You sighed contently and wrapped your arms around his chest, your hand lazily traced his back muscles. He sighed deeply and buried his head in your neck. You slowly shifted positions, your collarbone and chest against him while your legs wrap around his waist. Your hand moved from his muscles up to the back of his head, running your fingers through his short hair. Gyomei closed his eyes. You felt his whole body relax against you, him now being nothing but an oversized teddy bear. You grinned and leaned down, softly pressing your lips against his forehead. Silent tears ran down his face, but not in sorrow. A soft smile grazed his face as his arms wrapped around you tighter.

“I regret not accepting your offer before. I apologise, my beloved.”

“I’m glad you did now, ‘mei.”

You cupped his cheek and tilted his face, your lips finally meeting his. Gyomei hummed approvingly, his palms kneading your soft skin beneath them. The smile on his face grew after pulling away from you. He nuzzled his face back into your neck and placed featherlight kisses there before closing his eyes. Your fingers continued to work their way through his hair while he let himself get pampered by you.

Gyomei is only completely at peace when in your arms, he notes.

🎃

Fictober prompt: “Let’s try this”

I’m sorry if this was too short, but I hoped you enjoyed it anyway! @los-huesitos asked me to tag them in future Gyomei works I post but for some reason the tag isn’t working. I hope you see this anyway!! I noticed how… sad.. my masterlist for Gyomei is, so I wanted to write a little something for him today.

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <3

Take care of yourselves!

Here’s my event masterlist 🎃

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kentstoji · 2 months ago

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ㅤ ㅤㅤ‹ CRUEL INTENTIONS.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ‹ 𖤐 pairing. new era! bi-han x gn! reader | platonic! liu kang x reader!

ㅤ ㅤㅤ‹ 𖤐 setting. mk1 timeline.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ‹ 𖤐 type. headcanons. | this part focuses more on reader's relationship with their friends and family than actually adding anything to romance (or in relationships with other yandere). some characters may be ooc, but everything here is for fun and writing exercises.

ㅤ ㅤㅤPART ONE | MEMES | PART THREE.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Immortality was not a gift but a curse, a heavy anchor. A cruel burden that Liu Kang, a monk who once felt the relentless touch of time, began to bear after gaining control over the sands of time. Since then, the God of Fire and Thunder was left alone with the stories he wove, his creations, and the ghosts of a bittersweet past.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Geras was a familiar face, but not quite the same. Merely a shadow. Liu Kang was, without a doubt, alone in this timeline, serving his own creations. Over time, he came to understand that, despite all his power, fate did not always respect his scripts.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— It was in that quietude that you appeared in his life: a sweet child, with curious eyes and an easy smile.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Loving you was easy. For the first time, Liu Kang could realize the fantasies he had shared with Kitana: he finally had a family. Becoming a father became his greatest honor, and he embraced this role with pride. You were his treasure, an unexpected variation in the code he had written, which made you unique in his eyes.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Liu Kang was a devoted father, always indulging your wishes but also knowing when to set boundaries. Beyond that, he was an excellent mentor. You grew up with everything you needed: knowledge, diplomatic training, and physical strength.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Johnny Cage, a champion of Earthrealm, would say that your essence was radiant, like a little sun. Inspired by your father's actions, you strove to be kind and strong. Perhaps that’s why it was so easy for you to be seduced by the empty promises of the Lin Kuei Grandmaster. Love, loyalty, honor— qualities you valued and sought in your marriage. But instead, you found a painful betrayal.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Sektor was a loyal friend, and although you noticed how her gaze lingered on your husband, she never acted on those feelings. You were always grateful for that. When the monks from the Wu Shi Academy came to collect your belongings, she was the first to try and understand your motivations.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Without hesitation and without shedding a tear, you revealed the truth. Bi-Han had made his choice, and you would respect it, even if it was a foolish one.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ“The Grandmaster wouldn’t be capable of such an offense,” Sektor murmured, shaking her head in disbelief, her braids mirroring her movements. “He respects you deeply.”

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— You laughed. The truth was already public. Everyone in the clan had seen what was truly happening between the Grandmaster and Sareena, who now wore the colors of the Lin Kuei, leaving the scarlet garments behind.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ“I believed that too, but maybe I never truly knew the real Bi-Han. And I don’t even know if I want to.”

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Even so, you were happy. You still had the support and affection of friends. After your departure, Kuai Liang and Tomas found time to visit you, often bringing Cyrax and Sektor along. These visits warmed Liu Kang’s heart, though he harbored a quiet fury. You were his greatest weakness, and any offense against you was enough to awaken the brutal side he tried to suppress.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— With the distance from Bi-Han, you returned to training and began building new connections. The champions of Earthrealm were captivating companions, each in their own way. Eventually, however, it was inevitable that you would find yourself in your ex-husband’s presence. On one of these occasions, you congratulated him on his victory over the Black Dragon.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ “It was an easy fight,” Sareena replied before Bi-Han. A sharp smile on her lips. “We make a great team, I must say.”

ㅤ ㅤㅤYou laughed, with veiled cynicism. “Of course you do…”

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Despite keeping up appearances, Sareena’s presence and that of her sisters caused a noticeable discomfort for Liu Kang. But he knew how to hide his feelings. The real tension arose when you and Bi-Han were alone. Your calmness and the innocence he always criticized remained, as if those three years of marriage had never existed.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— The first direct confrontation came from him, during a gathering that Liu Kang had organized. Dressed in the colors of the Academy, you were cheerfully talking with Kung Lao, exchanging cheeky smiles.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ “Now I see why you went back to your father,” Bi-Han growled, once the meeting ended. “To stay close to that weakling?”

ㅤ ㅤㅤYou paused, confused. “Are you being sarcastic?”

ㅤ ㅤㅤ— It was impossible to forget: he had brought another woman into your home, someone with whom he spent more time than he ever had with you. Needless to say, that night ended in a fight. Kuai Liang had to drag his brother away while Tomas apologized repeatedly to Kung Lao and Liu Kang, who watched the scene in disbelief.

#ch:. bi-han #game:. mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #gn!reader #mortal kombat incorrect quotes #self indulgence hc.#yandere subzero #yandere bi-han #yandere bi han #bi han x reader #bi-han x reader #mk 1 x reader #yandere mortal kombat

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stottlemonk-moments · 6 months ago

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Stottlemonk Moments:

Monk s02e12: "Mr. Monk and the TV Star"

#stottlemonk #stottlemeyer x monk #i love monk's happy little smile so much #it's so adorable #monk season 2 ep 12 #mnk02

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blluespirit · 9 months ago

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okay first three episodes thoughts

good

bending is cool as fuck

sozin’s actor does an amazing job at full crazy but calculated

scenery is STUNNING

monk gyatso made me cry. idk why i just saw him and wanted him to give me a hug so bad

APPA ACTUALLY LOOKS GOOD AND NOT LIKE A LITERAL MONSTER

i wasn’t sure how id feel about them showing the air nomad massacre but i think the importsnt thing is that they showed it was a massacre - and that although they can defend themselves, they don’t have the ability to fight back like an organised army would bc they’re pacifists! they attacked a peaceful group

the abandoned fire nation ship in the southern water tribe looks so fucking cool

ARTIST ZUKO???!!! LETS GOOO

Dallas does an amazing job at getting across Zuko’s intense desperation

I actually ended up loving all the Sokka and Suki interactions sm it was so cute and wholesome

Katara is perfect i will kill and die for her

Azula’s opening scene being her manipulating those people trying kill ozai ultimately leading them to getting burned alive by him and smiling - literally so fucking good. she is the best villain in history of forever

really good move having the mechanist (Sai!) and Teo be in Omashu imo. having them destroy the northern Air Temple so carelessly always pissed me off

THE FREEDOM FIGHTERS ARE LITERALLY PERFECT I AM SCREAMINGGGG

I was wondering how they were going to introduce the Mechanist and Jet in a limited amount of episodes but I like how they combined the two stories

Also Sokka absolutely nerding out in the Mechanist’s home is so important to me

Zuko getting has ass beat by that lady for fighting Aang is literally so funny and reminiscent of the goofy aang vs zuko fights we see in season 1 (to be clear: i adore zuko. this is NOT hate on him)

Zuko losing shit about his notebook and trashing his room and then outing himself as a fire bender in Omashu is so perfect. god i love him so much. it’s very season 1 zuko. it’s giving I DONT NEED ANY CALMING TEA!!!

things i was not a fan of: (some of these are a little pedantic i’ll admit)

Exposition is a little is a little janky but i’ll forgive it i guess bc at least it isn’t egregious as The Movie That Shall Not Be Named

Aang leaving just to get fresh air/clear his head and intending to come back is a silly change to me. all i keep thinking about is the storm where we got those epic Zuko and Aang parallels which now doesn’t really work and also takes away a lot of Aang’s depth. A good change adds to the story, but personally this seems to take it away

WHY would they not make Katara the one to bring him back from the avatar state? just seems like a strange choice to me? not saying this from a shipping point at all but that moment is a big step to their bond/friendship especially since they have only just met

Still don’t understand why they made the head of the village Suki’s mum. like i don’t think it’s a terrible choice but they still could have let them have a mother/daughter bond but still let Suki be the leader without any implications of nepotism. it mostly seeems silly

tl;dr - really enjoying it so far!

#avatar the last airbender #netflix atla #netflix avatar #zuko #katara #sokka #aang #suki #iroh #ozai #hattie talks #live action series #hattie's natla ramblings

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aemondsbabe · 1 year ago

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Love is Patient and Kind

summary: hand holding & dry humping || you aren't ready to take the next step with your monk, luckily for you he has the patience of a saint

pairing: osferth x f!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, dry humping, very fluffy, osferth being cute and understanding and ruining other men for everyone, let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 2.5k

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“Are you sure you do not wish for me to carry that, my lady?” Osferth asks for the millionth time, nodding his head at the basket, laden with various herbs and medicinal plants, in the crook of your elbow.

For the millionth time, you merely shake your head with a crooked smile. “I wish only for your company, monk,” you glance over at him as the two of you walk through the forest, admiring the way the early afternoon sun casts a golden halo through his hair, “I told you as much when we left camp this morning.”

Osferth merely nods in reply; your man is one of few words. A soft blush blooms across your cheeks at the thought – your man, but it was as good as true. Osferth was the first man in Uhtred’s company you felt comfortable with when you joined their cause all those months ago when they’d stopped in your small hamlet in need of a healer; you’d been by their side ever since.

In the months since, your relationship with the monk had steadily grown from hushed whispers around the campfire in the dead of night, when sleep eluded the both of you, to heated glances, delicate touches, and stolen kisses. More recently, Osferth had all but insisted on accompanying you nearly everywhere you went, which is how he’d come to follow you as you walked through the forest to gather the variety of curative plants you need.

A content sigh passes your lips as you tilt your head up, taking in the way the tips of the trees stretch up toward the blue sky. “I had almost forgotten what the sun looked like,” you joke, your heart squeezing proudly in your chest as the monk chuckles next to you, “But hopefully this summer will be dryer than the last.”

“I have prayed many times for sun,” Osferth says with a nod, blue eyes soft as he gazes at you, “Unfortunately, the Lord seems to ignore those requests.” The corner of his lips tilts up as he huffs a laugh at his own joke.

Suddenly, a branch snaps loudly not too far off the winding path the two of you have been strolling down. Osferth acts quickly, ever vigilant, and takes your hand to usher you behind him as he draws his sword. Your breath quickens as you peek around his shoulder, pressing yourself tightly against his back as your hand grips his; you’d been assured by Uhtred’s scouts that the forest surrounding camp was perfectly safe, but in these times danger seemed to creep up from every corner.

A buck appears a little ways down the path, followed by two more deer, each sparing you and the monk only a quick glance before scampering into the forest once more. The two of you let out a collective sigh of relief as Osferth sheaths his sword with a shy smile.

“Perhaps now would be a good time for a break, my lady?” He suggests with a soft smile, “We’ve been walking since morning.”

“I think we’ve earned a break,” you nod, gazing up at him through your lashes, the two of you still close enough that you could make out soft flecks of green in his blue eyes, “I believe I saw a clearing a few paces back.”

“Lead the way.” Osferth nods, keeping in pace with you as you backtrack to where you’d spotted a lush clearing through the trees only moments ago. As you walk, nearly shoulder to shoulder, the monk silently takes your hand again, his rough fingers threading together with yours. Neither of you speaks, though you can nearly feel his pleased smile from your periphery, twin to your own.

After only a few moments, you veer off the path as the two of you step into a sizable glade, the trees giving way to a field of tall grass. Your hands stay clasped as you walk together, basket still tucked in your elbow as you lift the skirts of your linen gown to prevent it from snagging on the high blades of grass; your chest tightens once more when you glance down and notice how Osferth takes great care to step over any flowers in his path, the ones that sprinkle the meadow with pops of yellow and lilac.

Soon, you come to a spot where the ground seems to be drier, however the monk grasps your forearm to stop you as he slips the thin, grey wool cloak off his shoulders and drapes it over the ground.

“Osferth,” you gently admonish, though a smile does creep across your lips at the sweet gesture, “I am perfectly capable of sitting on the ground.”

“A lady should not have to,” he says simply, nodding to the cloak, “Please.”

With a final glance, and a good-natured roll of your eyes, you comply, setting your basket down before relaxing atop his robe. After making sure you’re settled, the monk joins you, setting his sword to the side as he sits and leans back on his hands, scanning the treeline.

“It’s so lovely here…” you smile as you glance around, a soft breeze causing the grass to rustle around you.

Osferth sits up beside you, a relaxed smile on his lips as he takes your hand and pulls you closer to him. “I find the company to be far lovelier,” he whispers before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, never taking more than you seem keen to give. The two of you easily fall into a lazy rhythm, your lips moving together as he guides you to lie against his chest. You lay your hand against his chest, right over his heart, thankful that he’s forgone his usual leather armor and chainmail today as you feel his warmth through the soft tunic he wears.

He sighs against your lips, his fingers gently weaving into the locks of hair at the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine and making you cling to him all the more tightly, his other hand wrapping around your waist before settling in the small of your back, holding you to him.

After a few moments, the two of you part to catch your breath and he studies you with a warm gaze as you relax against his chest. “We are meant to be stopping in a town tonight.” Osferth says simply.

“That we are.”

“We could get a room together,” he breathes, making you gasp as he trails kisses across your jaw, “Just the two of us.”

Immediately, you tense up and untangle yourself from him, sitting up with a sigh. He quickly sits up next to you and you can feel him eyeing you with concern, though you dare not meet his gaze.

“My lady, I didn't mean to offend you…” He says hesitantly, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“You didn’t offend me, sweet monk,” you turn to him with a bashful smile, “I am simply…I don’t know if i’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” His head tilts to the side as he eyes you curiously.

You chuckle nervously, unsure of how to broach the topic. “Osferth, I have heard enough tales of your…prowess around the campfire to know that my skills do not match your own.”

The crease between his brows only deepens as he continues staring at you, blue eyes flitting between your own. “My prowess?”

“With more…intimate relations…” You say slowly, glancing away from him.

“Oh,” he says softly before his eyes widen comically, a dark blush cascading over his fair cheeks, “Oh!”

You can’t help but laugh softly at his dumbstruck expression, your lips quirking up into a soft smile despite your nerves.

The hand on your shoulder tightens as he leans closer to you. “My love, you need not fret over it,” he whispers, blue eyes conveying a deep seriousness, “We can get a room at the tavern and not do anything at all.”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion – you’ve always been told to expect a very different answer from men. “What?”

He huffs out a soft laugh and pulls you back down to lie on the grass with him once more. “I mean what I say,” he says softly, one hand stroking your hair, “We can get a room and just kiss or cuddle or merely talk, I don’t care.” You look up from where you’ve had your cheek laying against his chest, the emotion in his eyes shocking you for a second, “I just want to be with you.” He whispers finally.

You can feel yourself blushing as he speaks, the apples of your cheeks heating up deliciously under his kind gaze. A girlish giggle erupts from your lips before you can stop it, which only makes him laugh too as you bury your head against his chest and bite your lip, breathing in his familiar scent of leather and campfire smoke.

After a moment, the two of you calm down and you finally look back up at him, “Kissing sounds good…” you nearly whisper, suddenly shy as he surveys your face.

Osferth merely chuckles, low in his throat, and rolls the two of you over. Normally, this is when you’d be pushing any other man off of you with some mumbled excuse, but you can’t help but feel safe with the sandy haired monk, taking him at his word that whatever you were willing to give would be enough.

“We have time, and plenty of herbs already,” he rasps, his voice thick with an arousal you’d only heard on a very scant few occasions when the two of you had shared frantic kisses in the night once the rest of the men were asleep, “Why wait until tonight?”

A small giggle escapes you once again as the blush on your cheeks extends down, almost all the way to your chest, but you nod nonetheless, your arms coming up to snake around his neck as you pull him down to you. A small whimpery breath escapes you when his lips touch yours yet again, and he responds in kind with a low groan, the sound rumbling from his chest. His lips are soft against your own as the two of you move leisurely; once again, he lets you set the pace, only licking at your bottom lip after you do the same to him first.

Your thighs spread as your kiss deepens and you moan again when he slots himself between your thighs, the linen of your dress hiked up just above your knees. A shiver rolls through you at the feel of him on top of you, so warm and weighty.

“Is this alright?” He breathes, navy eyes blinking between each of yours as he checks for any signs of discomfort from you, visibly relaxing when he finds none.

Wordlessly, you nod, bobbing your head eagerly as you pull him back down. His hands roam carefully over your body as your lips and tongues move together, breathlessly licking into each other's mouths. You whine into his mouth when you feel a hardness pressing against your center, a pleased hum emanating from your chest at the realization that you’ve affected him this much with only a kiss; the pride in your heart twists into something different, something deeper as a knot forms and begins tightening in your belly.

“My lady –” Osferth mumbles as he starts to pull away from you, an apologetic smile on his handsome face.

“Don’t!” You say quickly, tugging him back to you and surprising even yourself as you wrap your legs around his trim waist, “Please, I – It’s good.” You confirm breathlessly, eyebrows quirked up with need as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Yeah?” He asks, unable to wipe the pleased grin off his face as he settles back on top of you, careful to keep most of his weight off of you as he presses against your center again.

You nod, already threading your fingers into the short hair at the back of his head to draw his lips back to yours. A breathy, high-pitched moan leaves you at the feel of his clothed length pressing against you, the ties at the front of his breeches only adding to the pleasurable sensations that zap through you as he starts rolling his hips against your own.

His pace quickens as he breaks away from you, panting against your skin as he traces wet kisses down your jaw to your neck. Your head lolls to the side as you whimper and whine underneath him, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel his hard cock twitch against you, even through the fabric of your smallclothes.

You’re quick to match his pace, using the leverage of your legs wrapped around his middle to ruck yourself up into each thrust, earning grunts of pleasure from the monk.

“My lady,” he groans, one hand fisting into your hair as the other trails down to run appreciatively over the bare skin of your thigh, “Y-You are bewitching.” He gasps, mouthing at your neck, his cock no doubt leaking into the leather of his trousers.

Your only reply is a choked out moan of his name as your back arches underneath him, the knot in your belly winding tighter and tighter as the ties of his breeches rub over your pearl deliciously, your smallclothes no doubt soaked.

Blessedly, Osferth seems to understand the desperation in your voice and movements and pulls back to look at you, both of his hands quickly grasping yours, fingers threading together as he holds them to the earth beside your head.

“Sweet girl,” he grunts as he gazes down at you, a rosy blush cascading beautifully over his high cheekbones, “P-Peak, my lady, please,” he pants as his fingers tighten against your own, “I’m, God be good, I’m right behind you.”

You nod frantically, your only sound a choked out sob as you tense underneath him when his hips rut perfectly against yours, the knots of his pants catching against your sensitive bud in just the right way to tip you over the edge. You twitch underneath him, white knuckling his hands when you feel your center clenching helplessly around nothing as pleasure buzzes through you.

Osferth reaches his end mere seconds after you, humping against you two or three more times before tensing, his eyes squeezing shut as his own high washes over him, cock spasming in his breeches as his spend leaks into the waiting fabric.

“You’re beautiful,” you declare softly, the words tumbling from your lips as soon as you think of them.

The monk blushes somehow more heavily above you, though a soft smile graces his lips. With a soft sigh, he falls to his side, bringing you with him. Your cheek once again finds its home against his chest and you smile at the sound of his heart thumping wildly as he pulls you closely to him, one arm wrapping protectively around you as he tucks the other under his head, letting his eyes flutter shut.

“You flatter me, my lady,” he says lowly, a pleased rasp to his voice. “You are truly an angel,” he continues after a moment, “A beautiful, precious angel.”

You smile contentedly, his heart thudding steadily in your ear as you let your eyes drift shut, happy to stay in this still, safe bubble with your monk for as long as the outside world will allow.

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zaldritzosrose · 3 months ago

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Viridity (Sihtric x Alfred's Daughter!Reader)

Summary: There was a fine line between innocence and naivety, and you seemed to dance that line so perfectly. Your life as King Alfred’s youngest daughter had sheltered you somewhat, though never to your detriment. You knew things but had never experienced them. Until a certain Dane entered Winchester. Sihtric, loyal to Uhtred and the object of every ounce of desire and affection you were capable of. He was just as entranced, drawn in by a sweetness he felt so tempted to taste.

CW: MINORS DNI, afab reader, she/her pronouns, Sihtric being a gentleman, reader is sheltered, innocent reader, loss of virginity, p in v sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), Sihtric being a consent king.

Thank you anon (@sxphia-g) for this lovely request, apologies for the delay!

Words: 5575

The Witans were always quite a dull affair, in your opinion, but it was a privilege to attend. Something you and your sister were reminded of more often than not. Though you usually paid little attention to whatever the lords around you spoke of, more because you rarely understood all the intricate details, you did enjoy the opportunity to meet people outside of your family.

It wasn’t that your father wanted you unaware, but he was more protective of you than Aethelflaed. Maybe it was because you were younger, maybe it was because he had learned from mistakes through Aethelflaed that he did not want to repeat with you.

While for the most part, it kept you safe, it also kept you sheltered. Innocent in things you should likely know at this age. It was expected, as a royal daughter, that you would be guarded at all times. But there were things you wished to experience. Be it a walk through the city, or a night at a tavern. Things other people got to experience, but you had resigned yourself to knowing you never would.

Until a certain brown-haired Dane returned to Winchester.

The battle had been arduous, and it was not long before the group was called back to Winchester. Word had come to Uhtred in the aftermath, concerning an up-and-coming Dane warlord and before the Lord could even move to handle it, word had travelled even further to Winchester. They had barely cleaned the dirt and blood from their skin before they were making the journey back to the King.

“Would it not be easier for us to remain and handle the threat immediately?” Sihtric asked, poking the flames of their campfire with a stick.

He was tired. They were all tired. Sihtric could still feel the blood drying on his clothing. Uhtred simply shrugged, an order from Alfred was not something he could just ignore. He had bound himself to the Saxon king, and by extension bound his men.

“You know I cannot deny Alfred, Sihtric,” Uhtred said, sounding just as resigned as Sihtric had.

Whether they liked it or not, they were returning to Winchester.

Word had come that morning, Lord Uhtred had been seen riding towards Winchester, fresh from battle. Rooms at a nearby inn had already been set aside for the arriving warriors and your father was almost buzzing with energy at the prospective arrivals.

“Have you ever met him before, Lord Uhtred I mean?” you asked your sister, and Aethelflaed gave you a look.

“I have, a few times when father would allow it.” Aethelflaed replied with a smile.

She understood your excitement, it wasn’t often you were around to meet your father’s visitors. Your sister could practically feel the excitement roll off you. But she knew you well enough that it wasn’t Lord Uhtred you were excited to meet. Tales of his men reached Winchester as often as tales of Uhtred did. Of the young monk, the Irishman, and the Dane.

Aethelflaed knew that look, whenever Sihtric was mentioned. Despite you never having met him in person, you already seemed to have taken a shine to him.

“It is not Uhtred you are interested in though, is it?” Aethelflaed smiled, gently nudging your arm.

You sputtered out some protests, but your words were cut short when your father entered with your mother at his heel.

“Uhtred and his men will arrive shortly; I have asked for a meal to be prepared for him and his men. You are both to attend.” Alfred said softly, but sternly, both of you moving quickly to prepare yourselves to receive visitors.

A table had been set; your mother had made you knew exactly how to present yourself. Aelswith had particular feelings towards Uhtred, you knew that for certain. But she was still a Queen, and you still a princess. You had to present yourself with politeness and piety.

You sat between Aethelflaed and Edward as Uhtred and his men entered the hall, weapons already discarded it seemed. Alfred stood, greeting them and gesturing for them to sit.

Your eyes fell immediately to Sihtric as he sat across from you. The tattoo that ran from the side of his shaven head to his neck was the first thing to catch your eye as turned to speak to Uhtred.

Your sole focus was on the tattoo, so fascinated that you hadn’t even realised he was looking at you. What you weren’t prepared for was the way your stomach flipped when he smiled at you.

“Do you wish to know what it is, Lady?” he asked, gesturing to the very tattoo you had stared at.

Despite the sideways glance from your mother, you nodded. Sihtric was quick to flash you another smile, watching the small flush rise on your cheeks. He turned his head, running a finger from one end of the tattoo to the other.

“It might not look much like it, but it is the serpent Jörmungandr,” Sihtric explained, glancing at you as he spoke.

Your eyes following his finger, wide with intrigue. When he reached his neck, he could have sworn he saw your tongue lick at your lips ever so slightly.

“It is beautiful,” you whispered, just loud enough for Sihtric to hear over the chatter around the table.

Sihtric was about to speak, tell you it had nothing on your beauty, but he was interrupted when Uhtred asked him to pass over a plate of food. The Dane silently seethed, but the look Uhtred had given him was enough to make him remain silent.

The King’s daughter was off limits.

Uhtred and his men soon bid the King and his family goodnight. Despite himself, Sihtric’s eyes lingered on you. There was a gentleness, an innocence in you, that seemed to be pulling him in. Enticing him.

“Goodnight, Lady,” he smiled, taking your hand when your parents weren’t looking and pressing a gently kiss to the back of it.

You could have sworn you felt sparks run up your skin at the touch. The skin where he had kissed felt warm and your stomach felt fluttery. You didn’t understand it much, but it wasn’t a horrible feeling. You found yourself wanting to feel it again.

Sihtric was gone before you respond, your hand hanging a little in the air as you watched him, and his friends leave.

It was a few more days before Sihtric saw you again. A Witan had been called to discuss the matter of the new Dane threat and Uhtred had been summoned to attend. Sihtric and the others had been told to wait outside and his only thoughts were of you.

Did you attend the Witans with your father or were you ordered elsewhere like he was. Sihtric sat with his friends in the royal gardens, eyes trained on the large wooden doors as they awaited Uhtred’s return.

So, when they opened, the last person he expected to see exiting was you.

The three of them quickly stood as you reached them, earning a soft smile each.

“You do not need to do that, please.” You said sweetly, waving them back down to sit.

“Did you attend the Witan, my lady?” Sihtric asked, curiosity eating at him.

You sat down on a small stone bench, smoothing out the skirts of your dress.

“I did, it is one of the few things my father lets me do,” you voice was a little melancholy, as though the thought upset you.

Of all the things Alfred allowed you to do, attending Witans was a surprise even to you. Hearing of bloody battles, death, politics and deception was surely no worse than allowing you to spend more time in the city?

But he was your father and the King, you could hardly argue with him.

“One of few? What does your father not allow you to do?” Sihtric asked, his sole focus now on you.

The sigh you let out almost broke his heart, like the weight of the world was on your shoulders.

“I barely leave the palace walls. I can attend Witans, suppers and prayer but nothing more. I go to the city only if Edward of my father does…” You tried not to sound to self-centred in your words, there were far worse things happening to others, you wagered.

But seeing the same stone walls, the same people, all day everyday was nothing short of frustrating. All you wanted was one trip, one time past the walls of your home. To speak to new people, see new things.

Sihtric could hear the frustration, the sadness almost in your voice and he couldn’t help himself as he reached out to gently take your hand.

“I am sure your father is only concerned for your safety, Lady.” He said, giving your smaller hand a soft squeeze.

“But he allows Aethelflaed to do as she pleases, I do not understand it,” You sounded like a petulant child, you knew that, but it was the first time you had been able to vent your frustrations to someone who didn’t know much of them.

Sihtric felt for you. To never know anything further than your home, it was something he could sympathise with. As a child, Kjartan only let him out of their home when he was of use to him. He was never afforded the chance to simply explore and experience.

“If I knew the reasons of a man like Alfred, I would be a smarter man myself.” Sihtric replied, trying to lighten the mood.

And when you smiled, albeit reluctantly, he took that as a win.

“If I could just convince my father, to just once let me leave – with a chaperone if I must…”

But your words were cut off when the doors opened again, Uhtred exiting shortly followed by your father and brother.

Sihtric was quick to stand, both in respect to the King and to avoid being seen too close to you. He wasn’t about to risk things so quickly.

Alfred made his way to you, his hand on your arm soft but firm – a touch only a father seemed to have.

“My sweet girl, will you ask the kitchens to prepare a meal for Uhtred and his men tonight. They are to join us for supper.”

You nodded softly, glancing at each of them before leaving. You could feel Sihtric’s eyes on you, even without looking, and a heat rose on your skin. Sihtric’s mind however was elsewhere. Still concerning you, but of how he could help you. Maybe, just maybe, he could be the one to set you free.

Supper came and went, but you all remained around the table long after the plates had been cleared. Again, you had sat across from Sihtric, purposefully this time. There was something about him that put you at ease. From his soft, yet mischievous smile, to those bi-coloured eyes. So much about him was beautiful. You had never considered calling a man beautiful over handsome. But Sihtric truly was beautiful.

Every time he would look at you, your cheeks flushed, your stomach felt like it was filled with butterflies. You could barely contain the smile that would tug at your lips whenever he spoke to you.

When Uhtred and his men left, Aethelflaed pulled you to one side. Before you could even ask what was wrong, she began to whisper to you.

“I know you find him…Sihtric…pleasing, little sister, but be careful,” Aethelflaed whispered softly, her hand grabbing on to yours.

“Careful, I don’t understand?”

Aethelflaed sighed. That was exactly the problem.

“That’s the problem, you don’t understand it. You are so sweet, so innocent, sister.”

You squeezed Aethelflaed’s hand, an idea forming in your mind.

“Then explain it to me? If you are so concerned for me, make it so you are not.”

Aethelflaed shook her head, not saying she would not tell you, but it was more in exasperation. Of course that was what you would ask. She saw how you looked at Sihtric, she’d seen that look many times and had probably looked at men the same way herself.

She held both your hands now, a little tighter than before.

“You desire him, sister, the blush on your cheeks, the flutter in your stomach, that is all attraction and desire.”

You stammered a little in surprise. Desire? Was that what you felt? The way she was describing it…Sihtric was attractive, there was no doubt to it.

Sihtric laid in his bed at the inn, trying to figure out how he could help you. You were so sweet, so beautiful. And he so badly wanted to free you, to help you experience with everything you could.

But first, he had to get you on your own. Even for a moment, just to speak to you without interruption.

Sleep found him eventually, his last though being you.

That morning, you sat with Aethelflaed, watching your father talk to Uhtred and his men. You tried not to only look at Sihtric, but it was truly a challenge. Something about him simply drew you in.

And soon his eyes found you, stood at the wall by the entrance to the palace. The smile you gave him back, it made his heart stop for just a second. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this way about a woman. Lust, desire, they were one thing.

You made him feel something else entirely. He craved the very thought of you, and he barely knew you. But he wanted to.

Whatever it took, he would make you his. All he needed was fate to be on his side.

The chapel was quiet as you prayed. It was one of few times you were granted true solitude. So, to hear the door open and footsteps behind you, surprised you. It seemed fate was on Sihtric’s side.

“Apologies for disturbing you, my lady.” Sihtric said softly, walking slowly up behind you.

You stood, setting down your prayer book down and turning to face the Dane.

“You are disturbing me, Sihtric.”

Sihtric had never thought his name had sounded sweeter than on your lips. You stood in front of him, and for the first time he had no idea what to say. His tongue felt heavy, and his mouth felt dry. He simply stared at you.

“Not often you see a Dane in a chapel,” you smiled, trying to break the tension.

You were in your comfort space; you were relaxed in here. And Sihtric’s silence gave you the chance to simply admire him. Up close, you could see the dual tones of his eyes. The air felt thicker around you the longer you stared.

“Is this one of the things you are allowed to do alone?” he asked, flashing you the smile you had grown to adore.

You nodded, chastising yourself for the flush in your cheeks.

“It is, there are few places safer than a chapel in my father’s eyes.”

Sihtric reached out softly, taking your hand as softly as he had the day you met him. He had so many things he wanted to say, but he had no idea where to start.

“But you want to do more, don’t you?” Sihtric asked, stroking a gentle circle on your palm with his thumb.

You nodded, the roughness of his skin distracting you from any coherent thought. Was Sihtric offering to help you?

“Leave the palace, see things, people?”

It was like your voice had left the second he touched your hand. To be so close to a man was already more than you ever experienced. But you needed to answer him.

“I have always wanted that, there is only so much of the same people I can take.”

Sihtric brought your hand to his lips. Now wasn’t to be the time to get you out of here. But to know you wanted it as much as he wanted to give it you. It gave him hope.

As his lips lingered on your skin, his eyes met yours.

“I will give you that, and more, my beautiful lady. I swear it to you.”

You didn’t see Sihtric again for a few days, word was he had followed Uhtred out of Winchester to collect information for Alfred about the new Dane lord. But his return was signalled when a servant brought a small bouquet of flowers to your rooms with a note attached to them. There was only one person you could possibly think would send such a gift.

My beautiful lady,

Though we have known each other only a short time, I have thought of nothing but you. I return to Winchester tonight and I would like to ask you something.

I want to be the one to help you experience life beyond the palace walls, as I promised. Alfred is to meet Uhtred at supper tonight, so he will be well occupied. Come to the small gardens near the chapel, and I will give you a taste of all the freedom you wish.

Sihtric

You immediately felt those butterflies return to your stomach, setting down the note as you brought the flowers up to your nose. The aroma was so sweet, like nothing you had smelled before. If you had to hazard a guess, you would have said they were some kind of wildflowers.

All you could think of now was his promise. A taste of all the freedom you wish. That had the opportunity for so many things. Your mind buzzed with everything it could mean, skin flushing when your thoughts delved down a more carnal path – though you knew next to nothing about that kind of thing. Physical pleasures were not a general topic of conversation in your family.

The ride back to Winchester wasn’t long, but for Sihtric now it felt like an eternity. They were not far from the city; the supposed new Dane warlord had been sighted barely a day’s ride from the city. But they had camped for three days in the hopes of seeing him, to no avail.

Now, he had never been more desperate to see the gates of the Saxon capital again. To see you. He hoped you got his note, that the flowers he had picked and sent a young Saxon boy back with – along with some coin in his palm – were beautiful enough for you.

Soon, the walls on Winchester were in sight. Uhtred headed immediately for the palace, Finan dragging Osferth to a nearby inn. None of them really noticed Sihtric disappearing, they all had their own ways of relaxing when they would return.

He waited in the gardens, the sky soon turning to night. He only hoped you would choose to meet him.

You had told only Aethelflaed where you were going, knowing your sister would help you however she could. The elder princess saw how you looked at Sihtric, there was no denying there was something between the two of you. She had been in your shoes once, and she wasn’t about to deny you the same feelings and experiences.

Aethelflaed made sure your mother was well distracted, asking her to join her in a room farthest from the chapel to pray and read. Edward was sat in on the supper with Alfred and Uhtred. You had a safe and quiet path down to where you would meet Sihtric.

Your heart hammered as you neared the gardens, you were sure it could beat out from your chest. Nervous fingers twirled your hair between your hands as you rounded the corner, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw the silhouette of Sihtric by a large tree.

“You came,” he said softly, as if half expecting you not to.

His hand reached out for you, a single flower between his fingers. The petals were a soft pink, and you took it with a matching blush on your cheeks.

“Of course I did,” you answered, inhaling the scent of the petals with a smile.

You noticed that, for the first time since you had met him, he was without his usual leather and furs. Just his dark undershirt and trousers, hammer pendant sitting bright against the fabric.

“Your note was lovely, and the flowers were beautiful,” you continued, letting the petals of the flower brush against your cheeks.

Sihtric watched you with a smile, the moonlight making you even more beautiful. Ethereal almost. A true princess, he thought. But hearing your words about his note made him glance down, embarrassed.

“I am ashamed to say the words were mine, but the writing was not, my lady,” he said sheepishly, earning him a sweet giggle in response.

“Then who wrote them, I should compliment their handwriting instead.”

The teasing tone in your voice made his heartbeat just a little faster. Everything about you was most unlike any woman he had ever met. And the words fell from his lips before he could stop them.

“I had Osferth put my words to parchment, though I promise you the words are truly mine.”

You hand reached out, daring to settle on his chest. You were sure you could feel the rhythm of his heart under the firm muscle. All for you, you realised.

“The words are what were beautiful, though I shall remember to praise my half-brother for his penmanship.”

Sihtric chuckled, both at the nonchalant way you named Osferth your brother – the first of the royal family he had heard do so – but also how easily the compliments of his words left your lips. Even in the short time he had known you, he knew enough to know you did not lie.

His hand came to rest atop yours on his chest, almost engulfing it.

“Do you wish for freedom, my sweet lady?” he asked, his other hand coming to tilt your chin to have you look at him.

Your breath caught in your throat the second you looked into his eyes. The blue and the brown even more beautiful in the dim light. All you could manage to do, was nod.

Sihtric leaned down, the closest he had ever been to you. Lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke.

“There are many things I could show you, my lady, but there is one thing I think you and I both would like to start with.”

Your mind went blank the second his lips found yours. Soft yet dominating, his hand pressing yours to his chest as the other moved from your chin to your jaw. His lips pressed a little firmer now, pulling a soft whimper of pleasure from you.

When Sihtric pulled away, you chased his lips. Craving him now.

“Come with me, I want to make good on that promise.”

All your life you had lived within these walls, and you had never known such secrets existed. Small, hidden passages within the walls, covered by overgrown shrubbery. Sihtric explained how he had asked around the palace after he had met you in the chapel. Looking for anyway to give you what you so desperately wanted.

More coin pressed to the palm of a nearby innkeeper had secured a room, secluded from prying eyes. Ideal for sneaking a sheltered princess into.

“You are risking a lot for me, Sihtric…” you whispered as he closed the door behind you.

This was the furthest you had been from the palace without your father, brother or guards at your side. And even then, you were allowed to very specific places. A nearby nunnery for example. Places deemed ‘safe’ by your father.

To be even in just an inn was exhilarating.

“You are more than worth the risk, my lady,” he smiled, sitting down at the foot of the bed.

He could almost feel your nerves. The way your hands fiddled with the sleeves of your dress, your tongue darting out to constantly wet your lips. Every fibre of him wanted to put your at ease.

Sihtric stood, reaching out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“And we will do nothing more than what you wish. Your comfort and happiness is my priority.”

His hand lingered on your cheek, and you felt that heat rise in your stomach again. Your mind returning to Aethelflaed’s words about desire.

“Anything with you is my happiness,” your face nuzzled into his hand as he spoke, seeking out more of his touch.

“I understand so little of things like this, of romance, desire…”

Sihtric could only smile at your words. Everything about you screamed innocence, yet he could see the twinkle of desire behind your eyes. You wanted something, but you had no idea how to express it.

So Sihtric gave you the words.

“I could teach you, sweet lady, if you would tell me what you wish to understand.”

Teach you? Did he truly mean it? Words seemed to fail you, but you wanted it more than anything, the fire in your stomach trailing down to your core.

“And if I wish to understand it all? Would you teach me everything?”

Sihtric had to bite back a groan at that. The innocence of your voice combined with the sultry connotation to your words. But he realised he would, in fact, give you everything he could and then some.

His own desire flowed through his veins, his length already throbbing against the fabric of his breeches. His precious princess. There was a part of him that wished to protect that innocence, the purity. Sihtric found it endearing. But the way you looked at him now, eyes darkened with desire and lust.

That was enough to convince him.

His lips found yours again, a little more force behind them this time. Your hands grasped at his shirt, holding him close to you. Barely an inch between your bodies now. Your nervousness was overrun by your need for him. Your skin felt like it was on fire, and you could feel a dampness in your smallclothes.

Sihtric walked back, sitting down on the bed and pulling you gently into his lap. You could feel him beneath you, hot and hard beneath the fabric of his breeches. And he could feel the little moment of confusion before you pressed yourself down against him.

“What you can feel, sweet lady, is my desire for you. A need that only you may sate…”

Sihtric pushed his hips up into you, relishing the whimper you let out. You responded by pressing your lips to his, his hands coming to rest on your waist as he helped you move your hips over his hardened length.

Your skirts were bunched around your hips, the only barriers between you both now being your smallclothes and his breeches. Sihtric’s lips were hungry, moving from your own and down your jaw. A heated path that made your hands grasp at him harder the lower he trailed them.

“Show me…”

That sweet voice of yours, now laden with desire had his cock throbbing. The damp heat of your arousal pressing against him was almost too much to bear. Sihtric’s fingers trailed down your thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake before they reached their destination.

His fingers circled your pearl, the fabric of your underwear adding a delicious amount of friction. Your hips chased his hand, his lips finding the juncture of your neck and shoulder. But his touch was gone too soon.

Sihtric smiled at you, helping you stand before turning to lay you back down on the bed. You could only stare as he reached back to remove his shirt. If you had thought him beautiful before, there were no words to describe how you felt about him now. Your hands instinctively reached out to him, and he was quick to comply.

Practiced hands tugged the laces of your dress open, his eyes trained on yours for any signs of hesitation. But when he found none, Sihtric was quick to tug your dress from your shoulders, urging you up to remove it completely.

His fingers made their path down between your thighs again, finding your pearl as his lips found the skin of your stomach and hips.

His name was the only word on your lips, a soft chant akin to a prayer.

But his name became a cry of pleasure as his tongue joined his fingers. Your hands came up to tangle in his dark locks as he began a slow, intoxicating rhythm between your folds.

“Sihtric…”

The sound had him groaning gently, the vibration sending a shiver up your spine and a rush of heat through your core. A gush of arousal coating his tongue as your walls began to pulse and clench.

He sped up a little, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he helped you fall closer and closer to release. Sihtric felt your thighs quivering either side of his head, and he knew it wouldn’t be long until you found your peak.

His attention turned to your pearl, circling it with the tip of tongue as he pressed a single digit between your soaked folds. Your hands were tight in his hair, your back arching from the bed. You didn’t understand the feeling that tugged at your insides. Like a band pulled tight and ready to snap.

Sihtric pulled his mouth back, letting his fingers work you to your release now.

“Does it feel good, my sweet lady?” Sihtric asked, pressing soft kisses to your stomach.

His answer was a keening cry of his name as you released around his fingers, hands now clawing at the sheets below as your peak washed over you. Sihtric slowed his rhythm as your inner muscles began to relax.

He crawled up your body, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He could feel your body relax and your breathing slow.

“Good…it was more than good…”

Sihtric smiled against you, pressing kisses down your nose until he reached your lips. You had never felt pleasure like it before. You had never felt pleasure before, ever.

“Do you wish to feel more?”

He knew there was serious risk in bedding you, the King’s daughter. But he wasn’t pursuing you out of pure lust and selfish desire. He adored you. Sihtric had realised it the moment he left Winchester for those few days.

He had missed your presence, as infrequent as it was. He had missed your smile, your voice, your laugh. The feel of your skin when he kissed your hand. He had missed every single thing about you. If that wasn’t love, he didn’t know what was.

“More? Sihtric, I wish for all of you.”

That was all he needed; his lips pressed hard against yours before he sat back to remove the last piece of his clothes. You could feel the hard length of him against your body as he leaned back of you, and a bout of nervousness washed over you.

“I will go slow, my love,” he whispered, knowing the pain you would feel before the pleasure.

You only nodded, watching as he settled himself between your thighs and lined his cock up at your entrance. Sihtric leaned forward, capturing your lips as he pressed himself forward, feeling the stretch and resistance of your walls as your body tried to accommodate him.

He could feel you tense beneath him, hands grasping at his shoulders as your eyes squeezed shut.

“I’m sorry, my sweet lady, it won’t hurt for long…”

Sihtric was ready to stop, panic setting in when your face remained contorted in pain. But you simply nodded, urging him to keep going.

“It’s alright, I want it...please...” your voice was strained, but you needed to feel him, all of him.

Sihtric pressed on, slowly but surely sheathing himself entirely inside you. You could feel the thin barrier of your maidenhood break, and the pleasure that came after made it all feel worth it.

His rhythm was slow, watching your face for any more signs of discomfort. But when he found none, when your hands moved from his shoulders to his hair, he knew you were in the full throes of pleasure.

“My beautiful lady,” Sihtric groaned, his hips speeding up slowly as he buried his face in your neck.

A hand grasped your thigh, hooking it around his waist as he began a deeper, faster rhythm. He could already feel your walls clenching around him again, tugging him deeper. Your back arching off the bed when he began to push and press against the sweet spot deep inside you. Your moans almost breathless as you reached your second peak.

Sihtric wasn’t far behind, his hand taking yours, pinning it above your head as he grunted out his release. Your name was the last word on his lips as your tight walls milked his cock dry.

His hips slowed, your hands moving from his hair to his back as he came to a stop. Your lips kissed over his jaw and up to his lips. Slower this time, but still filled with as much love and passion.

“I love you, Sihtric. Those are the only words that can describe how I feel for you,” your voice was so soft, and the words were music to his ears.

He rolled to the side, pulling to his chest. Those three words were enough to have him internally vowing to himself – to make you his, King’s daughter or not.

“I love you too, my sweet, beautiful lady.”

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partycatty · 10 months ago

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Johnny cage and mayB some others being mind numbingly in love

Like they talk to reader and everytime just feel so stupid afterwards because theyre so in love and do stupid shit to impress

i love stupid men anon this works so well for me

johnny, raiden, kung lao, syzoth > stupid in love

warnings: big stupid hot sexy men (what else is new?), bojack horseman minor spoiler?? LMFOAMOF

+ bonus surprise character at the very end

masterlist

johnny >

• have you guys LMAO have you guys seen the. DLGHSDKJ the episode of bojack horseman where bojack gives diane the D in from the hollywood sign?? johnny is SO extra like that and for WHAT.

• OR YOU GUYS KNOW WHEN TODDLERS LIKE REALLY WANT TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING AND THEY JUST KEEP SAYING "LOOKIT" LMFAFOIFMOA

• "reader, reader are you watching - reader, reader watch -" as he's like about to absolutely FUCK UP a nerds rope or some stupid shit

• okay i'll be fr. johnny is by far the most concerningly extra of the entire group. he will put himself in stupid danger just to impress you.

• "watch me take on all these guys at once!" he'll call out to you during your time at the academy, surrounded by a dozen monks. he's in a sling and bandages the next day.

• "kenshi, i bet you sento that i can jump from the roof like bi-han did!" BAM.

• he'd randomly give you expensive gifts out of absolutely nowhere. or he'd give his one of many glasses away to you because he "has no use for them" or they're "out of style" (he's lying, he just wants to see you wear something that's his).

• oh? you briefly mention you're a tad chilly during training? oh no, johnny's top fell off, i guess he has to give it to you now. you know, to stay warm. oh, you don't want his top? okay, here's a comically fluffy, expensive coat! and it just so happens to be your size...!

• lowkey i headcanon johnny as, despite being an actor, pretty blushy if someone matches his energy or really gets under his skin. you'll pass by him with a witty comment about his fighting style, or even just to tell him he cleaned up nice after getting his ass kicked by raiden. johnny just stands there with steam spitting from his red ears, hand on his chest as he fights a stupid grin.

• he is down ASTRONOMICALLY. not even the elder gods can stop this man from being so drunk in love when you're around. he makes it everyone's problem.

raiden >

• we see how flustered he gets when he's called out by kitana. he's a grown man with dick and balls but he's also flustered very easily! he'll be decently vocal about his affection for you, but then word trickles down to your ear, at which point it's so over for him.

• walks into walls when he's so entranced by you training. like face first into a wall, his hat fluttering to the ground. kung lao loses it.

• he can't even hear what you're saying when you speak to him, it sounds like an angel muffled by the clouds of heaven. raiden's also not the greatest with his powers granted by the amulet. if you go in to touch his arm playfully, a jolt of electricity pricks your palm and you yelp. raiden can only sputter apologies as he bows down, his cheeks tinted.

• he's the type to do little favors for you, ones you barely notice. your spot at the table is tidied, the training dummy is prepped for your fighting style, or he's the first one to bring you something if you forget it. that, and tiny favors to butter you up to him.

• "reader, you said you were nauseous last training. i prepared you some tea," he'd slide the small cup over to you, fighting a goofy smile. he rehearsed his script a few times, so he sounded more static than intended.

• will ask you questions about training or the weather just to hear your voice. he couldn't even recall what you were saying, he just loved the way your lips moved.

• kung lao pokes at him for this often, nudging him or making comments about you being his partner when you're not. raiden will stomp on his foot to keep him from talking about his infatuation if you're around. as if you don't already know.

kung lao >

• he's totally the bouncing on his heels type of man. he'll stare at you with a stupid grin, like a kid in a candy store.

• "was there something you needed, kung lao?" you'd ask as you tended to your own duties, organizing various equipment into baskets.

• "ah, no, not at all," he'd wave you off with a grin. "just enjoying... the view."

• you cringe at his words, chuckling to yourself as he speaks you in a daze. his mouth runs off before his brain can stop it from happening, so his biggest downfall with his crush is yapping. he'll sit there and explain his family history to you, or how much he hated farming cabbage, or his favorite meal at madam bo's just to keep you around long enough.

• kung lao always has this desire to keep you close by, so he continuously does stupid shit to keep you by his side. including but not limited to accidentally slicing his hands on his hat, one that he swore was a genius idea. in concept, probably.

• he wants to impress you so bad. SO BAD. anything he does is deserving of a bragging right if he's the one to do it. lao would totally try to shrug it off so you could gas him up more. any compliment, forced or not, was music to his ears.

• "yeah, i totally beat raiden," he'll check his nails nonchalantly as he leans against the wall, telling you the story of the cabbage competition for dinner against his best friend. "really swept him."

• "that's just not true," raiden would try to interject when he heard lao's version of the story. kung lao just holds eye contact with you, grinning, as he shoves raiden aside by his face.

syzoth >

• im sorry IM SORRY BUT I JUST LOVE THE HC THAT HIS TAIL WAGS I KNOW THATS NOT HOW THAT WORKS JUST- JUST BEAR WITH ME.

• you hear thumping when you're around, though you're never able to find out where it's coming from, so you chalk it up to the monks landing blows against the wooden dummies.

• but the sound lingers when you're at dinner. the table is... rattling.

• you look up to see if anyone else notices or if you were hit too hard during training. but, you see everyone staring past you. just down the table, syzoth is sitting with a pile of bugs on his plate, his tail thumping in and out of view.

• "syzoth," kenshi will gently say, leaning into his ear to whisper something. syzoth flushes a green tint and tries to resume to his meal, the bugs scurrying out of his chopsticks as he struggles to keep it together.

• out of respect for his dignity, you hold your tongue at his obvious affection. syzoth tries to keep it under wraps but he can't help it when you're just so cute!

• he'll stand close by you, inching closer and closer until you notice. he'll slip you little trinkets and flora with a small smile. anything from a rock that matches the shades of your eye, to a flower he picked by the gardens, to a stick. a nice stick, to be fair! you wonder if this is zaterran courtship.

• "it reminded me of you," he'd lean into your ear. your bedside table is decorated with various... outside decor.

BONUS! kitana >

• kitana knew she couldn't get entangled with the umgadi after seeing how risky mileena is with tanya, but my god were you breathtaking.

• you would often accompany her in the carriages as she waved to her people, eyes transfixed on her. you're devoted to her protection. it is your god-given duty. your eye contact was too much at times, and kitana would often catch herself staring at you, her hand suspended in the air. she'd forget to wave.

• "is everything alright, my princess?" you would ask innocently, in a low tone to avoid raising suspicion. kitana's mind short circuits when you call her... yours. even if you're referring to the umgadi's worship. she shakes her head and clears her throat, pulling her mask up higher to conceal her blush.

• if she were to give speeches on her mother's behalf or otherwise, she'd find herself forgetting what the rehearsed, or hell, struggling to rehearse. you were the one she'd come to for help with speeches, yet you made things ten times harder when you'd lean in to listen to her better. it makes her mind absolutely numb.

• "and you tell me to steer away from the umgadi," mileena would rasp into her ear as the sister sat on their thrones, you positioned by her side and eyes forward. "it seems you picked a favorite, sister."

• "i'm not the only guilty one," she'd hiss back to her sister, nodding at tanya. "it won't get in the way of duties, as long as mother doesn't know."

• you'd fight to netherrealm and back for your princess. as you fight off intruders or threats, kitana forgets to escape, instead transfixed on the way your muscles would contract and flex with each blow.

• she wants to be the one to care for your wounds. the power imbalance means nothing to her, you're her equal.

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