So... I'm Just Out Here Like. It Really Like

So... I'm just out here like. It really like

Ethan Winters (RE8)

Waylon Park (Outlast Whistleblower)

Miles Upshur (Outlast)

Cheryl Mason (Silent Hill)

To all just sit down and do therapy together or talk thought the shit which has happened.

I want Miles and Ethan to bond over loving fingers.

Waylon and Ethan to talking about the psychos who wouldn't leave them alone. Ethan talking about (Big lady) and what happened while he was in the castle. While Waylon talks about Eddie Gluskin and he was going to do to him. Then tlskign about their families.

Cheryl and Miles binding over crazy demon creature that have something to do with them.

Cheryl talking about the shit which happened in silent hill to the boys. Waylon and Miles talking about how they met and Miles letting the walrider come out. And everyone just being like "Oh... That's cool!" And Ethan talking the bakers house along with the four lords and mother Miranda.

Ethan and Cheryl talking about their family and what they have lost. Cheryl talking about her mother and Ethan about his wife and what happened with his daughter. Waylon about how he can't see his family again after everything that's happened (Ethan and Waylon are dads they would get dad feels and hug her and tell her everything gonna be alright)

All of them just being tired as shit and don't want to deal with anymore monsters and psychos.

I just need then all wrapped up in blankets with hot chocolates. They deserve a rest.

Since @stillfuckinbetterthanyou asked about it and it occurred to me this one never showed up in the tags when I posted it last... September? Maybe? Here it is again, Filth Alphabet for both Sub-Zero Bi-Han and Noob Saibot are under the cut, I'm pretty sure I managed to keep it gender-neutral since we all know Bi-Han doesn't care about that nonsense.

@corruptedcryomancer I'm curious how accurate I am on your alphabet fufufu

Bi-Han simps tag: @free-the-shadows @tora-lotus @chadillacboseman @docnot

Hope you lovelies enjoy this!

OG SUB-ZERO:

·         Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Bi-Han is usually pretty good about aftercare, he’s always going to make sure he gets a warm towel to wipe you down with, or if you get way too cold, he’ll run you a hot bath. He’s not getting in the tub with you because he’s far too cold. Best case scenario you’d end up with freezing cold water and a really grumpy cryomancer, not a good combination for either of you but he’ll sit on the side and rub your shoulders or nip at your neck. He’s more than happy to cuddle you afterward, not necessarily for your benefit but more so because he thinks you look absolutely adorable trying to pretend you aren’t freezing, while you’re shivering and clamping your teeth together to keep them from chattering.

·         B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Bi-Han is unapologetically a “titty” man, this isn’t specific to gender though, he loves his male partner's “titties” as much as his female partner counterparts. Honestly, he’s the type to love absolutely everything about his partners but he’s just particularly fond of chests. As far as his favorite body part is concerned, he’d say everything, just look at him the man is flawless. If he has to narrow it down though he’s most proud of his biceps, he’s worked really hard to make sure they’re just as functional as they are gorgeous.

·         C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Bi-Han’s a lot to swallow if you will aka, he cums more than your average man, and yes, he adores watching you try and swallow it all. What he loves even more though is when you can’t manage it and you end up making a mess of yourself. He’d much rather cum inside his partner than on their back or stomach, but he’s pretty into cumming on your face or tits but only if his partner is ok with it.

·         D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Bi-Han honestly doesn’t have a lot of dirty secrets, he’s a pretty straightforward and open guy. The closest thing to a dirty secret he has is that he actually cares about his little brother a LOT even though he’ll tease him nonstop and deny that he cares about Kuai Liang.

·         E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Bi-Han is a grade-A fuckboi, this man knows exactly what he’s doing in any occasion. You’d think that he might be a little inexperienced or sheltered what with growing up in the Lin Kuei, but between the brothel, sneaking out of the complex, and missions, he’s pretty much tried everything that a dominant top would at least once.

·         F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual.)

Holding his partner up with one hand and fucking them is his preferred position, most of the time he isn’t going to rely on a wall to hold his partner up either. A lot of times he’ll have his partner facing away from him too, so they have nothing to hold onto, Bi-Han likes being the one in control of everything. That position also gives him really easy access to rub their clit of stroke their cock while he’s fucking them into next week.

·         G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Bi-Han’s not really serious or humorous in the moment, but he’s very full of himself, he’s a cocky and arrogant man and that definitely carried over to the bedroom. So, he’s expecting a partner that he can dirty talk, praise and fluster, he’s counting on that type of reaction from his partner. He’s pretty serious when he actually cums though, eyebrows all knitted in concentration as his grip on you tightens and his control over his cryomancy falters a bit before he spills inside you.

·         H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s extremely well-groomed, Bi-Han is very confident and proud of his appearance and he takes amazing care of his body when it comes to his physique and that carried over to hygiene. He doesn’t shave, but he’s impeccably trimmed. The carpet does match the drapes lol his pubes are black just like his hair is, there’s no surprises down there.

·         I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Bi-Han CAN be intimate, but he prefers rougher sex. I’ve talked about it in the past but what with the constant stress and pressure he’s under to live up to his Grandfather’s expectations and the pressure he puts on himself on top of that he really needs an outlet of it. Sometimes working out just isn’t enough and he’d much rather fuck his frustrations out (lucky you/me). That isn’t to say he can’t be loving on intimate, but it’s going to be a while before you reach that part with him, he’s a profession assassin, he’s not really used to letting people in, you’re going to need to be a little patient. He’s not much of a romantic either, but he’ll definitely go out of his way to spoil you, whether it’s with your favorite foods, or taking you places you like, jewelry, trips, you name it he’s more than happy to show you his feelings more so than vocalize them.

·         J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

What does he need to do that for he has you but if he’s stuck on a long mission, or if he really wore you out and he just can’t get rid of that urge he will definitely jack off. He has no reservations putting on a show for you if you ask him to either.

·         K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bi-Han’s biggest kink is definitely choking, he loves exercising his control over you. I have definitely talked about his before, but he loves wrapping his big, icy hand around your throat when you’re close to cumming and squeezing harder and harder until he forces you to choke and sputter before cumming hard. He also loves seeing you choking on his cock, especially if you’re really into it, making cute little whimpers while you choke yourself on his big, thick cock, forcing your eyes to water as you try and force yourself to breath. He loves everything about that.

Another more on the nose kink he has is temperature play, which is pretty much a guarantee unless you’re a fellow cryomancer. He loves coating his fingers in ice before plunging them inside you seeing how long you can handle the cold. If you’re really naughty or he’s particularly worked up he’ll fuck you with an icicle until you’re a shivering, crying mess.

·         L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The Grandmaster’s throne. As far as he’s concerned Bi-Han is the only choice for Grandmaster once Sektor’s father passes, so to him it’s already his throne. He’ll get a real kick out of just sitting there and letting you ride him for all your worth, though he’s more than happy to slam you down on his cock over and over again.

·         M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

What doesn’t turn Bi-Han on? Real turns on for him are you being vocal, he likes knowing he’s doing a good job. Scratching the base of his neck where his hairline ends is another good way to turn him on, he loves the feeling of nails raking across his shorn hair. This is doubly effective if you’re doing it when you’re in his lap making out with him.

·         N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Be submissive, Bi-Han has spent his entire life following orders the last place he wants to do that is in the bedroom. He’s just not into being tied up, told what to do, or anything along those lines.

·         O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Hmmm preference is hard, Bi-Han is more than happy to go down on his partners, but he’d probably rather be on the receiving end. He absolutely loves watching his partner sucking his cock, nothing is a bigger turn on for him or makes him feel more in control, especially if you’re on your knees sucking him off, or if you’re sucking him off on the Grandmaster’s throne. Doesn’t get much better for him than that, but he is extremely skilled with his tongue so you’re in for a treat. His cold tongue feels incredible and he knows just what to do with it and he won’t stop until you beg him to.

·         P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Bi-Han prefers fast and rough, he likes to switch it up though to keep his partner on their toes. The only thing you can really count on with him is that it will always be deep, sometimes he’s slow and sensual but most of the time he’s hard and rough. Get used to walking funny.

·         Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

BI-Han’s never turning down and opportunity to have sex, he’s more than happy to pull you into an empty room at the Lin Kuei compound and just pull your pants down and fuck you against the door. He’s also more than happy to spend all night fucking you, basically he’ll take every opportunity he can get.

·         R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s always down to try something new as long as he’s still in control of the situation he’s also always down to take risks. Whether that risk is getting caught fucking you in the Grandmaster’s throne room or behind a building when the two of you are out on a date, he’s willing to risk it. He’s an assassin that can freeze people instantaneously what’s the worst that can happen.

·         S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Bi-Han really prides himself on his performance, so you can expect to cum at least 2-3 times a session regardless of your gender. He can easily go 3-4 times a night, but is pretty good about gauging his partner’s condition, if you’re completely done after one round he’ll probably take care of himself again in a quick, cold shower before joining you in bed, but he’d much prefer to keep exhausting you himself.

·         T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Bi-Han’s not opposed to toys but doesn’t really have any of his own. He’d much rather satisfy you himself, but he has no problem using a vibrator on you while he fucks you if you want some added stimulation or if his partner is female he has nothing against using a dildo while he’s fucking whichever hole you want him in. He’s really about making sure you’re enjoying yourself as much as he is so he’s pretty opening to trying whatever toys you want to, but he won’t let you use toys on him.

·         U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Bi-Han is kind of a tease, he’s always going to follow through on anything he starts but he has no shame in teasing his partners with his body or slowing down/stopping when his partner is close to draw things out longer. If you’re obviously desperate though he’s not going to tease you in the least, he’s going to take care of you then and there. He’s pretty good at following his partner’s preferences though so if you like being teased he’ll do it more often but if you don’t like being teased, he won’t be an ass. Either way though he’s still going to walk around topless as often as possible though because he’s just like that, enjoy the show.

·         V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Bi-Han’s pretty quiet, he’ll groan or grunt about as much as your average guy but that’s about it. He’s a growler though, if you’re doing something he really likes or he’s about to cum he’s going to growl, it’s low and in the back of his throat and is basically the sexiest noise on the planet. He has a tendency to bite his partner’s neck when he’s about to cum to cover up any noise he might be trying to hold back.

·         W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Random headcanon, well I’ve mentioned it a few times, but Bi-Han is a surprisingly competent cook. He used to help his Mom in the kitchen a lot as a kid before the Lin Kuei kidnapped him and his favorite thing to make with her is dumplings.

Another one I’ve talked a little less about is that Bi-Han would always cover for Kuai Liang when they were growing up, not necessarily when they still lived with their Mother because they were still both young enough that they didn’t get into a whole lot of trouble. When they were taken by the Lin Kuei though, Bi-Han would always take Kuai Liang’s place for punishment, he’d always convenience their sifus it was his fault. He always tried to spare Kuai Liang as much pain as he could because he knew he could handle it and because he wanted to protect his little brother for their Mother’s sake. He might not talk about her much if ever, but Bi-Han’s Mother is incredibly important to him and he’d do anything to make her proud.

·         X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Polar Bear is packing, he’s 9” and it’s THICC and cold, though his whole body is cold so that shouldn’t be a surprise. It’s definitely not monstrous to the point it’s not enjoyable but your jaw is going to be really sore after sucking him off and you’ll be able to feel him inside long after he’s done. Yes, he’s smug AF about it.

·         Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Practically insatiable, honestly this man is always DTF. I mentioned it before but he’s really good at feeling his partners out, so if you’re drive’s not quite up to par with his then he’ll just take care of himself, but he always prefers to be with his partner.

·         Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Bi-Han’s not going to fall asleep before his partner very often, he’s used to not being afforded the luxury of being able to sleep for long periods of time. If he’s just come back from a mission though he will probably fall asleep right after he cleans you both up. He’s really cute when he’s asleep and doesn’t look like the ferocious warrior he is, especially when his hair is all messed up and he’s just kind of sprawled out all over the place.

NOOB SAIBOT:

·         Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Noob’s not the best at aftercare if we’re being completely honest. He’ll clean you up if he feels like it, but honestly, he’d rather spend a few extra minuets looking at your completely wrecked body. He’ll help you to the bathroom and hold you up if you can’t stand on your own under the shower, but there’s not going to be any really loving or intimate moments. Saibot on the other hand will happily cuddle and pet your head once you’ve collapsed into bed.

·         B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Noob’s favorite part of himself is his cock, it’s about the only thing that didn’t really suffer from him becoming a wraith. Tomoka Land does not believe MK11’s horribleness of Noob having no nose or hair or anything, but he’s still a little less conscious when it comes to his appearance because his body has definitely changed. Particularly his skin, he doesn’t love the way it looks like it’s stretched so tightly over his frame, so yeah dick it is. As far as his partner is concerned, their mouth, Noob Saibot really has a major oral fixation so making sure his partner has a pretty mouth is a top concern of his.

·         C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Noob lives to cover you in cum, he really loves displaying his dominance by marking his partner with his cum. He’s favorite is painting your face completely white, again it’s very much a display of dominance for him, he loves seeing you messy and is even more into it when you’re very clearly enjoying it as well. Like his living counterpart he still definitely respects his partner’s boundaries though so if he’s not you’re thing he won’t do it, but he will pout and try and convince you to try it.

·         D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s death personified if you ask him, but deep down he really needs affection and physical contact, he knows what a monster he’s become so he really needs a partner who isn’t afraid of him. His need for physical contact is really evident if you’re out in public, he’s probably not going to be holding your hand, but he will hold onto your shirt or sleeve kind of like a little kid would with their Mom. He’s not going to shake you off if you wrap your arms around him, but he won’t do it of his own accord because he feels like he doesn’t have the right to touch you that way anymore because of how twisted and corrupt he’s become.

·         E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Noob definitely knows what he’s doing, he knew what he was doing in life and that definitely carried over in death. If anything, he’s probably more proficient because he has a lot more patience than he did when he was alive and really strives to give his partner everything they need. He has all the time in the world, he’s going to make sure he’s giving you a good and proper fuck, with a whole lot of BDSM thrown in.

·         F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual.)

He wants you on your knees, with his cock buried so far down your throat your nose is pressed against his rock-hard abs. If you’ve been a very good girl or boy, he’ll have Saibot fuck you from behind while you’re wrecking your throat.

·         G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He won’t vocalize his concerns to his partner but most of the time he doesn’t understand why you still choose to be with him with the way he is now, so Noob’s definitely more serious than Bi-Han is. He’s all about focusing on first and foremost your pleasure, but also on his own. He knows he has to try a little harder now, so he plays around less.

·         H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

There’s no real change so he’s still extremely well-groomed. The only real change is he’s not quite as confident as he used to be so if he’s not actively with someone he’ll probably let it get a little messy but when he is seeing someone he still doesn’t shave, but he’s impeccably trimmed. The carpet still match the drapes lol his pubes are black just like his hair is, so still no surprises down there.

·         I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Noob doesn’t really do romance or intimacy, he doesn’t really have the emotional capacity to feel real love or emotions anymore, but he will get attached because he still craves physical and carnal pleasures. He will always take care of your physical needs, but that’s about where it ends. He’s pretty much your Dom at all times, so expect that from him and expect to be treated accordingly. If you’ve been with him a particularly long time he may have moments where there’s flashes or hints of something more than just sex, but it’s most likely just him mimicking how you treat him so don’t get your hopes too high that he’s suddenly remembered how to feel. That fuck Quan Chi saw to it that he can’t, so try not to blame Noob for it, just go kick Quan Chi in his bald-headed balls, repeatedly.

·         J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Noob jacks off a lot more than Bi-Han does, he doesn’t fuck around nearly as much as he did when he was alive, so he often finds himself having to take care of it on his own. Life’s also pretty boring and lonely in the Netherrealm, so he’s gotta do what he’s gotta do.

·         K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Begging is Noob’s biggest kink, nothing makes him feel more wanted and desired than hearing his partner begging for him to touch them, or fuck them or let them cum.

Crying is another thing he’s really into, he’s not going to make you cry from pain (unless you want him to) but he loves seeing you so frustrated that you start crying or so overstimulated from cumming too many times that you end up crying.

·         L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

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Thrones are still a big draw for Bi-Han even as Noob Saibot, I’m sure you guys know his ending from MK9 right? That hot ass picture of him sitting on a throne in the Netherrealm, yeah that’s exactly his favorite place to fuck your brains out. He’s not picky though, now that he’s no longer a cryomancer he can join you in the shower without complaint from you (not me I don’t mind cool/cold showers lol) so he takes advantage of the easy clean up the shower offers.

·         M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Begging, begging definitely turns him on, being vocal while giving him head turns him on or just touching him like he’s still a normal person will get him really riled up. Poor baby’s really touch starved.

·         N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He’s a little more relaxed about things as Noob Saibot, so there’s not really a whole lot off the table for him, he’s still not really a fan of giving up control, but if you get him drunk he’s a little more willing to try some new things. He’s not going to tell you he loves you though, so don’t ask him to, again he’s physically incapable of it.

·         O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

You’re the one giving it, period the end. No, I’m joking well kind of, Noob is absolutely obsession/fixated on throat fucking. He cannot get enough of it; he absolutely loves how it gives him complete and total control over a situation that usually you would have control over. He’ll return the favor if you ask, but he’s less likely to do it on his own than he did in life.

·         P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Unlike Bi-Han, Noob prefers slow and sensual, he still likes to switch it up though to keep his partner on their toes. He’s more than happy to get hard, fast and rough as hell but it definitely varies with how much time has passed between visits. If you see him frequently or you managed to pry him away from the Netherrealm and he actually lives with you he’s more likely to be harder and rougher. If you don’t see him very often he’s going to be slower and more sensual trying to soak up as much contact as he can. Either way he’s going to be plowing you deep and thoroughly, so you’ll basically never walk properly again.

·         Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Noob’s pretty into BDSM, far more so than he was in life so he’s all about “proper sex” he’s going to make sure you both have enough time to really make sure both of your needs are met. That doesn’t mean he’s not going to be down for quickies still because he totally is, but he’d rather spend the night working you up and teasing you to no end before finally fucking you slow and hard until you’re just a sobbing mess. That won’t stop him from just teleporting into your kitchen unexpectedly and fucking you against the fridge before you have to run off to work though.

·         R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Noob will definitely try whatever you want, he doesn’t have a lot of limitations or hesitations or anything, he’s even willing to give bottoming a go if you get him drunk first. Death has freed him of a lot of hang-ups he might have had when he was alive so pretty much anything goes at least once. He still prefers to be the one calling the shots, but you can talk him into a LOT.

·         S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

No changes here, Noob still really prides himself on his performance, so you can expect to cum at least 2-3 times a session regardless of your gender. He can easily go 3-4 times a night, but it pretty good about gauging his partner’s condition, if you’re completely done after one round he’ll probably take care of himself again in a quick shower before joining you in bed, but he’d much prefer to keep exhausting you himself.

·         T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Does he ever, Noob basically has one of every toy imaginable and a couple in different colors just for variety. Since crying from overstimulation is something, he enjoys immensely he’s more than happy to enlist the help from some toys to help get you to that point. If he’s not using Saibot to fuck you while you’re sucking him off you will be stuffed full of all sorts of toys and Noob with have the smuggest, most satisfied grin on his face while he toys with the remote (s) as he fucks your tight throat.

·         U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Noob is an utter ass, the man is the king of teasing, there is nothing he likes more than winding his partner up until they’re on the verge of breaking before he actually does something. Just like in life he will always follow through on what he starts, but man does he love seeing you all hot and bothered, on the verge of tears if not crying and begging him to fuck you.

·         V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Same as life, Noob’s pretty quiet, he’ll groan or grunt about as much as your average guy but that’s about it. He’s a growler though, if you’re doing something he really likes or he’s about to cum he’s going to growl, it’s low and in the back of his throat and is basically the sexiest noise on the planet. He has a tendency to bite his partner’s neck when he’s about to cum to cover up any noise he might be trying to hold back.

The BIG exception is if he’s drunk and bottoming, he is the noisiest, most demanding, hot mess of a bottom. He will whine, whimper and outright moan then when he’s not busy yelling at you to fuck him harder of that you’re not doing it right and he needs more.

·         W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Noob swears he’s death incarnate but is really a touch starved baby who’s trying his best to portray the same shameless level of confidence he had as OG Sub-Zero, but death really and truly messed him up. So, he still talks a big game, and projects that he “has no flaws” but deep down he’s painfully aware he’s not the same man.

·         X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

No change, Noob Saibear (he’s not exactly still a Polar Bear, now is he? lol) is packing, he’s 9” and it’s THICC and still pretty cold, though his whole body is cold because he’s dead/undead so that shouldn’t be a surprise, the nice thing though is he warms with your body heat. It’s definitely not monstrous to the point it’s not enjoyable but your jaw is going to be really sore after sucking him off and you’ll be able to feel him inside long after he’s done. Yes, he’s still smug AF about it.

·         Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

About the same as OG Sub-Zero so practically insatiable. I mentioned it before but he’s really good at feeling his partners out, so if you’re drive’s not quite up to par with his then he’ll just take care of himself, but he always prefers to be with his partner. The only real difference is that he’s a little more particular with his partners, he’s got more specific needs and like I mentioned dying really tanked his confidence. So, while he does still have a high sex drive, he’s a little pickier about potential sexual partners.

·         Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t have a need to sleep anymore, he’s undead, instead if he actually stays with you, which is a very rare occasion; he’ll sit next to you and stroke your hair while you sleep.

This so so good!! Can I plez get in on the tag list. Becuase this man makes me vibe.

Welcome Company pt.5

A heavy knock on the front door ended any chance for either Wolffe or the girl to respond to his newly penned name for her. Not a moments paused lasted before another knock sounded, just as heavily as the last. Both Wolffe and the girl exchanged glances before turning back to the direction of the door.

“Does anyone know you’re here?” She asked quietly, rubbing a hand over her arm anxiously.

“I’m sure my men do.”

“You can go back into the room over there. If it’s not someone you want to see you, then you can stay there until they leave.” She nodded in the direction of the room with the rocking chair. “The door locks.” She added, giving him a shy smile before disappearing down the hall towards the front entrance.

Her hands shook slightly as she reached for the spy-hole on the door. With their backs to the door, buckets still covering their faces, two familiar troopers stood nodding back and forth like in conversation. A grey and blue paint she’d painstakingly re-touched graced their armor, with an even more recognizable wolf on their pauldron. Her heart stopped at the sight, realizing that these two were here to collect their commander.

She opened the door slowly, peaking her head out timidly to see their visors snap right to her.

“Hi angel.” Sinker.

“Can we come in?” Comet asks at his side, lifting his bucket off his head and tucking it under his arm.

She nodded, letting the door fall the rest of the way open for them to come in. With her back turned she couldn’t make out their quiet whispers, but she knew her time with Wolffe was coming to a quick close.

“We can’t stay long angel. We’re leaving at eighteen-hundred hours and without our Commander… you see what we’re getting at?” Sinker’s apologetic expression and side to side rocking, she knew he was uncomfortable doing this in the first place.

“It’s okay boys. I’m more than aware that duty calls.” She gave a small smile, placing a hand over his chest.

“It’s not you we’re concerned with, in all respect Stardust.” Comet looked positively like a kicked dog, with the way his eyes locked on something behind her down the hall.

She could feel him standing behind her. His presence wasn’t the same as it had been sitting in her kitchen, just a few minutes ago. The man -Wolffe- who’d she’d woken up next to was gone… and without a single glance behind her, she sensed the tangible power of the Commander. Heavy thumping boots came right up behind her, close enough that she could hear his measured breaths under the edge of his bucket. The edge of his utility belt ghosting between her shoulder blades. She shivered with the close proximity, doing everything she could to suppress the heat rising to the tips of her ears.

The girl hadn’t been paying a bit of attention to Sinker or Boost who stared wide-eyed at their Commander, stiff backed like they were on broken glass. Their gazes hadn’t left straight ahead, over the top of her head, where she was certain that Wolffe stood looking truthfully lethal. A few painfully silent moments later Comet found the courage to speak.

“Commander, we’re requested for take-off at-”

“Eighteen-hundred hours. I’m fully aware of our orders Corporal.” Wolffe’s soft voice had tensed, modulated by his vocoder. Another hot wave of shivers ran down her neck. The girl was doing everything to keep from turning around to be under his heavy gaze.

“Of course. We just didn’t know…” Sinker rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, trying to think of how to put it without irritating their already -seething- brother.

“Five standard minutes.” Wolffe demanded, startling the two men in front of her. When they did nothing she winced, expecting another harsh command from him. Instead Wolffe gave a low growl, “Give. Me. Five. Minutes.” His singular punctuations finally motivated the troopers to get moving towards the door behind them.

Wolffe didn’t speak again until the door clicked shut, locking them away from his brothers for just a few more minutes. The girl was the one who found her courage to speak next.

“Did you know they were coming?”

“No, I didn’t.” His voice had already softened back to a low rumble, easing the tenseness in her back. “If I did… I would’ve met them at the door myself.”

She turned to find him fully armored, standing tall and proud unlike any of the troopers she’d had the personal experience of being so close to. Towering over her, Wolffe’s head tilted down deeply, and another low rumble of irritation vibrated against her ears.

“Why… what made you choose?” She couldn’t find the right way to ask him. There was a good idea swirling deliciously around in her stomach feeling like butterflies, but she wanted to know his reasoning for it. From him.

Wolffe stood imposingly statuesque over her, armor cleaned and his thick -freshly mended- kama belted to his slim waist like he truly had power amongst the supernatural. Even his pair of blasters looked bigger now that they in holsters slung low on his waist.

“You take care of all of us… more than we deserve. And as much as we want a family, I think you want one just as much. I can’t control much of what my other brother’s and their units do, but I can make you a part of mine.” Wolffe paused, and reached to lift his helmet off of his head. His hair was still out of its normally stiff posture, lightly curled tendrils falling onto his forehead in a rakish way that made the girl’s heartrate stutter.

“And you’re the smallest member of the pack. It’s only fitting that I call you something that represents that.” She watched his eyes darken as he said it, and another little smile pulled at his lips. He was still dancing elegantly around what she knew his true meaning was, but not that she had to stare him in the eyes, she was thanking him for saving her from the truth.

A hesitant knock on the door interrupted her embarrassment long enough to regain her confidence and she turned to look towards the offending trooper. His head dropped low in submission in the little glimpses she caught of him through the small windows surrounding the door. They were doing what they thought was best, despite Wolffe’s mounting irritation. There was no denying that Wolffe liked his control, no matter what the situation. She tried to soothe his whiplash of a bad mood with a small smile, hoping it would relax his stiff posture.

“You should go Commander, I don’t want you reprimanded on my account.”

Wolffe just gave a growl of disapproval towards his brothers, and stalked to the door while replacing his bucket to hide his face in the mid-day Coruscant sunlight. A little part of her enjoyed the thought that he was unhappy to leave. It meant that he liked it here. That he liked her. But he took the time to open the door slowly, and even replace the key to where it normally hid under the lightshade. He gave a silent nod to Sinker and Comet, who were quite happy to get off her porch and down to the street-side.

The girl stayed inside the door, but planned to watch the troopers safely down the street. Her fingers holding tight to the edge of the door, reflexively memorizing Wolffe’s long strides, and the way he skipped a step as he made his way off the porch. Even in the bright sunlight Wolffe was a demanding figure, drawing attention to himself in a way the she’d never seen before. Although Sinker and Comet were the same of height and build, they paled in comparison to their Commander. At least in her slowly biasing opinion.

“When will you be back?” She asked loud enough for him to hear from the street, particularly uncaring of who heard her.

Wolffe stopped in his tracks and turned to give her full attention like a soldier awaiting instructions from his superior. She bit her lip, feeling like she was under a hot spotlight under his masked gaze. His helmet tilted down for a second, before returning to her.

“I’ll be back home soon, pup.”

***

Wolffe didn’t hear the end of it for an entire week. Unlike in his dream, the girl wasn’t the focus of his vod’s teasing, but he unfortunately wasn’t exempt. Almost every free second Wolffe had, was filled with the most uninteresting comments about his predisposition towards the girl and more importantly his nickname for her. Even on the gunship, Wolffe was dodging Boost and Sinker’s prods.

“Why pup, vod? I mean, she’s not a dog.” Sinker laughed, reeling with his lack of knowledge about how well Wolffe’s stay had been.

The Commander was more than willing to be the stoic leader he always was, and keep his mouth shut. Besides, the constant reminders weren’t just annoying. They kept his mind filled with the memory of her laying against him. Sleeping on a grate floor was hard enough, let alone picturing the way her little shorts rode up.

“By the way, what’s so special about you Wolffe? I hardly ever get asked when I’m coming back.” Comet said pretending off-handedness when he was really trying to get under his Commander’s collar. “No offense, but you’re not the smoothest trooper on Coruscant… When’s the last time you talked to a woman?” He added with a sly smile, returning to cleaning his blaster when Wolffe shot him a hard glare.

All in good humor… He remembered her saying, feeling the application to this situation just as appropriate. Hardly any of it had any bearing on Wolffe. What he did in her home was none of their business and as long as he didn’t say anything, they wouldn’t be any wiser. One way or another he’d prove it that she couldn’t get the best of him so easily. It wasn’t going to be easy.

Once they touched down on Aleena, Wolffe had the opportunity to focus on his duties. He also had the benefit of keeping his men preoccupied with something other than his three days away. Hopefully they’d been tired enough by the end of the day to give him some relief. The scent of her house filling his bucket was enough to drive him crazy without them reminding him.

***

Kix sat quite comfortably on the couch, with a large mug of tea in his hand. He’d been venting about low supplies and the constant need for more senate support. To the girl, it seemed that the poor man was constantly worried about someone other than himself. The dark lines under the troopers eyes and his persistence for caffeinated tea confirmed her suspicions.

“Kriff… I mean, there’s only so much I can do with a needle and stitch line.” He sighed, rubbing his forehead before retuning back to the present, where the girl sat curled in her chair across from him. “M’sorry. How have you been? Anyone been asking questions about what you’re doing for us?”

“Actually no. I got a really big donation a few weeks ago.” It was two days after Wolffe had left.

Quite the paycheck, left deposited by a certain signed, “O.W.K.”. The girl couldn’t help but feel guilty after seeing the credits left in her account. She’d even called to see if the money could be returned, but they’d told her it wasn’t possible. That the money had been put under a certain code-classification that secured anonymity. Thus eliminating the possibility of return. Instead of returning the credits, she’d settled for sending a message to the private chain-code that had been attached to General Kenobi’s previous message, giving thanks and an overflowing gratefulness for his own donations to the war-effort outside of his donation to her.

“Really, that’s interesting… Do you think you can trust em’ doll?” Kix was genuinely perplexed, giving her a serious look of concern.

She just smiled, and took a sip of her own tea. “I think I have an idea of who it was. And I’m sure they’ve got my -and your- best interests in mind Kixy.”

Not that she felt any better about taking the General’s money, but knowing that he was more than willing to donate not just for his own men’s benefit -but for all the troopers- it made being unable to send it back a little easier to swallow. Not to mention knowing that the few months -or longer- if she was careful with the money, would be more than taken care of in terms of preparing for more visits. Even Kix’s sudden relaxation against the couch was more than enough to douse the guilt she was feeling in cold water.

“How many are gone?” She asked, feeling a rise in her cheeks at the thought of one specific trooper out there.

“At least three hundred.” He replied, taking another cautious sip of his tea. “Why?”

“I don’t know… with Rex out there, I don’t get updates like I would with him here. And any other news I get is practically like reading redacted paperwork covered in blanks.” A slip of her real frustration leaked into her words, causing Kix to look up from his cup.

“I know you want all of them back. But you’re doing everything you can doll.” Kix stood up and made her way over to her, kneeling down in front of her with a sorrowful expression. He reached out a hand and she accepted, watching his thumb search out her pulse on her wrist. She knew he was checking her heartrate, undoubtedly counting her beats per minute with the knowledge that her heart pulsed differently from the way his brother’s did. In more ways that one.

“Can I stay at home tonight?” He asked quietly, moving to hold her hand in his with the gentleness that Kix often displayed towards her.

“Of course Kix.” She paused, trying to hold back the question bubbling in her throat with every intention of keeping it to herself. But something deeper in her chest pushed it out of her mouth. “Do you think the- the Wolfpack are okay?”

Kix’s gaze snapped up to her, wide-eyed and searching her. “I figured there was something else on your mind… He came back didn’t he?” His hand squeezed hers reassuringly.

“He was here a few days ago. Stayed for two nights.” She couldn’t tell Kix about what they’d done. It was still too fresh in her mind, and the way he smelled still lingered in the bedroom he’d taken residence in.

Kix didn’t take any more time listening, because a lighthearted look overtook his face before a gentle chuckle overtook his body. “It seems to me that the Commander left more than dirty dishes and laundry for you to busy yourself with.”

She couldn’t help but let out her own laugh with his correct assumption, finding it just about as ridiculous that he could see it on her face so plainly. She often found herself being read like a holopad by the troopers, but Kix and Rex were best at it. Even Wolffe was quick to figure out what she was thinking. She bit her lip, thinking about the way he’d talked to her in the kitchen. It had been a wonder she hadn’t burnt the breakfast with the feeling of his eyes on her the whole time.

“Seems like you’re still preoccupied with him.” Kix’s laugh got louder this time as he stood up and began working away at his vambrace. “Let me see what I can find out for you… I won’t make any promises, but you owe me.”

She thanked him, and went about making them some dinner. It was the only thing she could think to do that would get her mind off Wolffe wherever he was, and if he was taking more care of his brothers than he was of himself. But it seemed to work. Because after getting Kix full, and grinning from ear to ear she was finally relaxing enough to focus.

“I think you should have your own restaurant.” Kix chuckled, “That way I could at least pay you for your talent.”

“You know better than to think I would do that. I can hardly get the groceries from that delivery droid without feeling like I’m going to explode from anxiety. Let alone people who don’t like my cooking telling me it’s bad.” She shook her head with a smile, watching Kix feign hurt.

“Just because we eat ration bars doesn’t mean we don’t know what good food tastes like dollface.” She couldn’t help but frown, remembering just how much all of this meant to the troopers. Even something as simple as a meal was more than words or credits could ever be to men like Kix.

“You’re right. But I’d rather do this for the rest of the war… this is what I love to do.”

A sharp ping alerted Kix’s attention back to his vambrace. He punched a couple buttons, and then looked back to her with an amused smile. She tried to hide her excitement, but when he read the missive she had to hold onto the countertop to keep from bouncing up and down on her toes.

“As per the prestigious Captain Rex…” Kix paused, lowering his voice and putting on a great display of his best showmanship; “I’ve taken your concern into account and found some spare time to reach out to other deployed units. The 104th -in question- are on Aleena, currently in the process of a relief mission. There efforts are being completed without incident, or conflict.” Kix took a moment to see her bright reaction before looking back down.

“In addition, Rex wanted you to know -off the record- that he spoke to the Commander himself… Which he hoped would calm your nerves. He also wanted to tell you that the 501st were disappointed you weren’t paying more attention to them.”

She laughed loudly this time, thanking all the stars in the sky that all her boys were safe. If Rex had enough time to send such a light-hearted message, and take into account where Kix’s foundations for contact came from she knew that everything was going well. For all of them.

***

Wolffe was more than shocked to see a comm coming in from Rex on the HUD of his bucket. The 501st had been deployed, but halfway on the other side of the sector which made Wolffe connect immediately.

“Commander. Progress report on your efforts?”

“Status on the command center is at ninety-eight percent. Food relief is complete, and so are stable comm links.” Wolffe spewed the information for what felt like the twentieth time in the last hour. However hearing Rex ask… that was more than strange.

“Switch to frequency B.” Rex practically whispered, causing Wolffe to frown. Doing as he was told, he punched the command on his wrist. It wasn’t a monitored link. One that was mostly known about only by the clones who needed to talk without anyone else listening in.

“What the kriff is going on Rex?” Wolffe was already feeling the strain of his day, let alone Rex acting so damn strange. “Is something going on?”

“Relax ol’ boy, just take it easy. I’ve just got a favor called in.”

By who?

“I’ve got a certain civvie wanting to know if you’d been harassed by any clankers on your relief mission.” He could hear Rex’s chuckle through the infrequent static in his bucket. “She’s wanting to know if the Wolf- I’m sorry, the Wolfpack is holding up.”

Wolffe chest burned with pride. The girl was wanting to know where he was, and if he was alright. His pup. He thought with a wicked smile appearing on his face. There was nothing better than knowing she’d talking someone into getting a message to him somehow. He imagined her choosing to sleep in that bed, desperately hoping that she wanted more of that like he did.

“I hate to disappoint, but there hasn’t been a single round of fire exchanged since landing. As for the pack… their doing just fine making everyone comfy.” He rolled his eyes, remembering just how ridiculous the communication with the locals had been. “Hopefully the pup isn’t too impatient. Or else I’ll be getting personal comms on a daily basis.”

Rex just chuckled again. “My men are quite jealous of the attention you’re getting, Wolffe. Don’t think there aren’t a few in line who would be more than willing to field those comms… battle droids or not.”

Wolffe was brought down a peg at Rex’s unintentional humbling. Instantly reminding himself that he wasn’t much different from his brothers. Even if the girl made him feel much more than that, he could only pretend that waking up with her was an achievable lifestyle for him. Not matter how badly he tried there was still the nagging reminder that he was defective. Rex wasn’t lying either. He knew that there were a lot of his brothers that would practically leap at the opportunity to have the attention he’d just received. And the things he’d had the permission of experiencing a few days ago, hadn’t even surfaced. That alone was enough to have half the clone command at his throat in jealousy.

“Don’t worry about my appreciation Rex. Just make sure Pup receives my best. And make sure our vod know that I’ll go round for round with anyone who thinks they can outdo me.”

Another laugh. “Be sure of it. Should I keep my lines open for any more… emergency missives?” Rex made sure to drawl out his emphasis.

“I will, if you do.”

***

Rex walked into the encampment of tents, settling down on a cot next to Fives who seemed to have just started the process of cleaning his blasters. He let out a sigh when his body weight finally eased off his feet, and glanced over to see Fives reaching over for a can of anti-rust. It was a somewhat comfortable silence; One that had been hard fought over the last week, and just within the last three hours had finally ended. To his credit, Fives began rubbing a ragged strip of cloth over the steel of his gun and let out a weary chuckle.

“What are you laughing about?”

“I overheard a little of your conversation.” He stated with a small smile, nudging his elbow in the gap between Rex’s armor right into his ribs.

“Kix called in a favor.” He sighed, preparing himself for Fives’ slow decent into a pity party.

“No.” His laugh increased, “I just think it’s strange how quickly our girl took a liking to Wolffe… Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t care less, truthfully. But out of all of us, vod.”

Rex knew what Fives was really getting at. For those who knew, or at least paid enough attention to notice in the first place, it was obvious how strict of a man Wolffe was. At least since he was ordered back to his battalion after spending weeks in an infirmary on Kamino. Hardly any news of his condition had been reported, but what did get back to the troops was that Wolffe’s ability to yield progress was in question. All the clones knew that when it came to injuries, the worse they were the hopes that it would kill you on the battlefield was better than living long enough to be sent for decommission. It happened all the time. When it came to being a reproduction, making a new one was always more cost efficient than fixing the old one. That is… unless they had a new technological upgrade that they wanted to test on you beforehand.

“He wasn’t always that way Fives.” Rex tried to subtly warn his brother from making too many assumptions.

“I doubt it. I can’t imagine Wolffe as a shiny… Naïve and volunteering for deployments like all the fresh ones do.” Fives had slowly begun to forget about the gun that sat practically untouched in his palm.

“He was a shiny… Just like you were. Maybe a little better at following orders, but a good soldier nonetheless.” Rex was trying his best not to go into further detail, but the way Fives looked at him with invigorated interest had his hopes crushed.

“What happened exactly? I mean, I know he lost an eye. But I always heard they did experiments on him. Before General Koon and the other Jedi got together to request he be reassigned to his post.”

Rex sighed, and moved to lay down on the cot opposite of his brother. He crossed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes to try and remember what exactly he’d himself heard. Even as he began to speak, there was a bit of uncertainty as to how much of it was true.

“Ventress and her forces had attacked them. What I heard what that Wolffe had tried to fight her alone after his back-up had either been killed, or incapacitated. Even then he was a tough, so he probably didn’t think much about raising a blaster -or fists- to her. I guess it was a pretty fair fight for a while, but she got a lucky break and caught him over the bucket. It cut right through, and left him… well, about like his looks now.” Rex paused, trying to find his train of thought through the stories of hearing Wolffe scream though the pain. It had been gut-wrenching, and even now he left it untouched in his re-telling. Fives didn’t need to know about that.

“They got lucky, and he was immediately sent back to Coruscant where he was stabilized. I believe Kix was there when they rushed him though. After a few days, Kamino comm’ed, saying they wanted him transported back so they could run diagnostics… you know all about that. But, I guess when Wolffe got there, they had no plans on fixing him. They had some type of… I don’t know. Prototype suit that they could put us in. Permanently. It would make us some type of super-solider.”

“Maker…” Fives gasped, both of them heard his blaster hit the ground.

“But Wolffe wasn’t strong enough. So, they tried to bide their time until he was good enough. Doing bloodwork, poking, prodding, about anything they could think to do until the Jedi decided that he didn’t deserve what he’d been through. I guess it took a couple surgeries to get that eye in place. He was sent back and left to figure out what to do on his own.” Rex rubbed a hand over his face, “I think that kriffing thing still bothers him. Kaminoans probably didn’t even make sure he would recover all the way before sending him back.”

“Should’ve let him die.” Fives said solemnly, eerily mirroring his earlier thoughts. It was almost given that a trooper die in the fight, not to be voted on by the merits that appeared on a datapad.

“He came back different. Wiry… like he had something to prove. I saw the reports from his first deployment after it happened. Wolffe had demolished everything within three clicks. Not a single droid-part was recoverable for emergency repairs for GAR machines; Any separatist had been executed without any hesitation. All his men and even some other units had been shocked.” Rex paused, remembering some of the notes left on the reports. “Wolffe was volatile. Like the more damage he did, it would show how willing he was to…”

“To die again.” Fives finished Rex’s thought.

The two men fell into another bout of silence, one rolling over to try and sleep; While the other picked his gun off the floor and returned to his habit of cleaning after a battle. Only Rex couldn’t sleep. After weeks of fighting his adrenaline was constantly flowing, and the imagines of the Wolfpack’s Commander slaughtering droids with a wild look in his eye, there was no way he could sleep.

Rex could say he trusted Wolffe with his life. But that didn’t account for the way he felt about the girl being so close to him. The Commander was hard, in a way that most troopers never experienced. He thought long and hard, weighing the possibilities of what Wolffe could do to a girl so sweet. Rex knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but just her way of holding the heavy weight for so many men… Wolffe’s would be the heaviest to bear. And she wouldn’t let anyone know, for as long as she could last. Until finally she breaks, either crying or shutting down the house for a few days until she could find the strength to keep letting all these broken men in.

Even the missive from Kix had been a small show of that worry building. He knew she was behind it immediately. That sweet girl always wanted to know where all of them were, protocols or not. And, admittedly, Rex had always obliged. Giving her status reports and small greetings when there was an opportunity just to let her know they were okay. But that wasn’t the same as what she’d done today. He didn’t care about the rules, as much as he did the implications for when Wolffe got back.

If the Commander was the man he’d seen walking back onto base that day, fire in his eyes and a hard-set jaw for anyone who gave him sympathy… The angel of the clone command was going to need every god out there the help her now.

***

She woke up to the sound of the key jiggling in the lock. The fumbling of metal on metal jarring her out of the first deep sleep she’d had in a handful of days. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and listened for any familiar sounds. Maybe the way the door opened, or a particular pattern of footsteps going up the stairs. Even the squeak of plastoid rubbing against itself could sometimes alert her to a specific trooper without needing a second glance. But the door opened quietly, and not a single sound could be heard during the intermission between entering and choosing what they wanted next. Not a single sound until the shower turned on.

That shower took what felt like twenty minutes.

Thinking it was the heavy sleep she’d been awakened from, and on the instinct that the trooper wasn’t interested in food, she laid back down and just simply listened. Whoever he was, moved through the house soundlessly. So quietly, in fact, that the sound of her door opening shocked her awake enough that she sat up. Clutching her blankets to her chest, her eyes widened to see a familiar milky-white eye glinting brightly in the silvery light of the streetlamps outside her window. Her body flooded with heat at the sight.

Leaning with a shoulder against the door, arms crossed over his chest and a somewhat apologetic look over his face; Wolffe stood at the entrance to her bedroom.

“Commander?” She asked blinking a few times, not processing his arrival as quickly as she’d expected.

“I shouldn’t be here…” He sighed again, this time letting his head hang low as he silently apologized. “But… I need- I just want.”

“What do you want?” She posed the question for him, hoping it would give him enough strength to continue. Even half-asleep she was still patient enough to hear him out.

“Say… please say my name.” He practically whined, taking a step into the light of her room. Well enough that she could see the desperation written plainly over his face. “I need you to say my name.” He repeated, helplessly.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself under his gaze, mustering enough of a resolution to say it strongly, but with enough comfort to maybe help him.

“Wolffe.”

She heard his quiet groan. Her body flushed with heat again; watching as he took two more measured steps closer to the foot of her bed. Achingly controlled for how frantic his body language was. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, staring across the room at her with a look that made her entire body tighten.

“Again. Say it again.” He demanded a little more forcefully this time.

“Wolffe.” She answered quickly, not hesitating to give into his request. The girl was floored to hear that same low groan escape his lips. She shuddered at the sound, unsure of why he was so desperate for it, but completely entranced by the effect it produced on him.

“What do you need Wolffe?” she asked, inhaling sharply when he closed the distance to the foot of her bed. His thighs pressing against the footboard just enough that she felt the bed shift.

“I need it again. More of you.” Wolffe’s voice rumbled in tensely this time, through clenched teeth that glowed white. “Please let me. I’ll do anything.”

She was trembling with the overt desire to let him. Allow him access to whatever he wanted from her. Wolffe wasn’t threatening, but the way she felt around him was uncannily terrifying. He took up the entire room with his presence, and even though he looked as weak as he’d ever shown, his power still loomed heavily on her conscious. He’d found a way to complicate her feelings towards him; Somehow blur a line she’d drew in the sand a long time ago.

The girl couldn’t resist. The girl reached for the blankets at the side of the bed, pulling them back far enough that he could slip under. Behind her, she readjusted the single pillow she had and sat it on his side. She glanced back up to see Wolffe watching her little preparations, silently staring down at the pillow she’d offered him.

Wolffe’s weight dipped into the mattress, and she scooted over to adjust for his wide shoulders, carefully watching him prop up on an elbow to face her. Just like she’d woken up to the last time they’d shared a bed. Only this time he was the one in control of what was happening. It was dreadfully exciting and terrifying at the same time. He took another look at the pillow, and reached to slide it back to her. She stopped him, grabbing his wrist so he couldn’t slide it away;

“You keep it.”

“You need something else then.”

In a slow reach, Wolffe outstretched his arm for her waist; Looking up with a question in those eyes as his fingers wrapped around her hip. She moved with his guidance, allowing him to pull her down under the blankets until she was fit tightly against him, he back feeling the radiating heat from his chest. He shifted again, bringing his other arm below her head in his attempt to make peace with the fact that she didn’t have a pillow. She blew out a breath, almost a laugh and Wolffe’s arm around her waist tightened.

“Wha’s funny?” He almost slurred the words, rocking himself against her just until he’d brought his knees up high enough to touch the bottom of her butt. It was clear to her that despite how tough he was, the prospect of curling up around her was too much for him to resist.

“Are you of the opinion that biceps make good pillows?” She asked, much too teasingly for the situation. Although Wolffe didn’t seem to mind. She felt his arm flex under her head, raising it up and letting it fall back down. She flushed at the action, knowing just how he’d meant for her to feel the deep definition though his sweatshirt.

“Do you prefer otherwise?”

“N-no.”

Wolffe let out a satisfied hum of approval, nuzzling his face close to the bend of her neck. He inhaled deeply, flexing both arms tight enough to pull her inhumanly closer. She tried to think of anything to say, maybe something that would make his racing heart slow down just a little. It was maddening to feel it thumping lightly through both of their shirts.

“Welcome home Wolffe.” She felt his fingers dip under the hem of her shirt, testing his limits in such a soft way that she herself sighed contentedly to the feeling of his rough fingertips skimming against her stomach. He was deliciously warm, relaxing her further and further into his hold until her entire body leaned into him.

“Nowhere I’d rather be.”

“Are you going to-” Another tight squeeze cut her off, followed by the deepest chuckle she’d ever heard blowing hot air against her neck.

“Sleep, pup.” He shushed gently into her ear, drawing lazy circles all across her stomach. “I’ll be right here.”

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happy Thursday the 20th

Jealous and protective pt3.

This one's gonna be a lot longer then normal just becuase it has alot more charcaters but since Bi-han already has his own with this I'm leaving him out of this lot. (As much a it pains me) I'm keeping these all with the gender neutral them becuase I find it easier writing that in a whole unless someone partially ask for a set gender. So without further delay enjoy.

Warnings: swearing, curssing, gore (it's mortal kombat), nsfw hinted in some spots, Sex. Talk of sexual harassment.

Rain- Jealous and protective

-Rain despite what he believes, he is a very jealous man. Not to mention he is very over protective borderline possessive.

-He as killed people for the fact he does not like them nesr you and has made it clear on multiple occasions to others. But Rain can be quite sweet when alone.

- he may be egotistic but he also has a soft spot of his S/o.

-He loves showing his partner off but at the same time wants no one to know about them. It was very much a learning curve with his S/o very different cultures, life experiences and such.

-This man hasn't had the best experience with lovers, has been turned down on multiple occasions.

-So once he has you, your gonna have a hard time getting him to let go of you.

-this man gets it many fight becuase of you.

-does not like other Kombations being near you, and has made it very clear to everyone to stay away from what is his.

- for someone known for being a traitor he's loyal as fuck to you as long as you do not betray him.

- man radiates bratty bottom energy an the knows he does.

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" Hello my treasure" Rain whispers as he pulls his lover into his embrace. They smile lightly as he rest his head in the crock of their neck.

"Hello my Prince, where have you been off too?" They ask lightly running their hands up to his masked face and slowly remove it. He smiles lightly as his lover runs their hand over a bruise in the side of Rain's face.

"Babe did you get into another fight?" He lets out a huffed breath while trying to look away from his lover only to have them grab his face and force him to look back at them.

"Rain baby, look at me" they say softly as his eyes flick to then. They smile lightly at him and press a soft kiss to his lips. He hums in contentment arms snaking around his lover. His lover pulls away gentle running their hand up to pull away the rest of his head gear.

"So.. who pissed you off and how badly do They look now?" They ask lightly making him laugh gently. His S/o runs their hands thought his hair pulling at the soft strands

"I discarded his body, you will not find anything left of that wretched man." He huffs pulling them closer as he holds them.

"Now what did he do to piss you off so badly Rain?" They ask pulling him in for another kiss. He hums lightly once again enjoying having ha I lover in his arms and indulging in the moment.

" he called you my Whore, and he bragged about how he could make you scream, as you can guess. I did not take kindly to that" it's quite between them again as she sighs into their shoulder.

"I do not enjoy degenerates who do not know their places, they will learn to respect you or end up dead" he said moving away and grabbing his lovers hand. They walk thought the quite corridors together.

"Rain, thank you. I know you might not understand it from my side but thank you for telling me. I know I'm not the easiest to love and I know you are trying your best too. So knowing that you're willing defend me over something like that, it.. it means alot to me" They say to their lover. Rains eyes flick over to his treasure. Pride filling him.

"No one gets to touch you, you are mine. To love to make scream and to claim" he can see their face go bright red at his comment.

"Love you too my Prince"

Johnny Cage - jealous and protective

Younger Johnny is alot more jealous then older Johnny. But older Johnny is more protective.

Young Johnny- this man could rival Rain with his Ego. He gets jealous when people take your attention away from him.

-He is kinda an attention whore.

-he likes making sure people know you are his weather that be thought leaving marks on you, giving you gifts or always hanging off you.

-he's very hyper, he does calm down as he gets older but this man is very energetic and wants to fight any and everyone who flirts with you.

- man radiates the " I'm a kick your ass becuase I want to show off and so they can stare at my ass"

Older Johnny - older Johnny has alot more life experience, he doesn't get jealous as easy as he used to but he is very protective.

-Man's a Dilf he's knows what he wants and knows how to make people back off and leave you alone.

-will wrap a protective arm around you, place a kiss on your cheek and as you if this guy is annoying you.

-unlike his younger self he radiates "if you hurt my S/o I'm going to deck you into next Tuesday"

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Young Johnny

"Johnny!, Johnny are you ok?" The man looks up and smiles his face bloody. He pulls them into a hug kissing their forehead as he stands victorious.

"You know you don't have to fight every person who talks to me babe" they sighs wrapping their arms around his shoulders. Johnny laughs lightly as he picks his partner up and heads for their seats.

"Baby!, that guy slapped your ass what else what's I suppose to do, stand back smile and wave?" His lover gives him a worried smile. He leans down to kiss them into for them to push him away a little.

"Nuh uh your lip is busted you have a black eye, before anything, I am patching you up you gonk." They say to him as the pull out a handkerchief and begin to wipe the blood off his face.

"You know one to these days Johnny your gonna get into a fight that your not gonna win, and I'm gonna have to pick you broken and blooded body up and put you back together" they sigh givign him a quick peck on the lips. Johnny smiles brightly pulling them closer and deepening the kiss.

"Well as long as I have you to put me back together sweetheart then I'll happily enjoy every moment of it" he says which earns him a punch to the shoulder from his s/o

"Hey what was that for!" "Becuase your an idiot, but I guess your my idiot huh?" Johnny gives a lopsided smile to his lover pressing another kiss to thier lips.

"My hero huh?" He asks earning a snort from his lover before they cover their mouth.

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Older Johnny

Music plays in the background of the little area that had been converted into an office for Johnny. Both himself and his S/o are working away filling out reports and fixing up files for his daughter.

"Baby do you have those report for me?" Johnny ask turning around to face his S/o. A small smirk crosses his lips as he sees them bent over a desk digging thought some boxes. He gets up quietly making his way over to them.

" already on your desk hun, along with the incident report from yesterday" they call back to him. They only forward feeling a set of hands grip their hips.

"Hum.. well I see another incident report coming up soon" he chuckles pulling them closer as the stand back up.

"Oh well you, get to do the paperwork this time babe" they say giving him a kiss on the cheek as they continue working thought files.

Johnny pulls them away front he table gentle and spins them around to the music softly dancing and swaying hips.

"Johnny, holding out on the good moves are we?" They ask with a chuckle pulling him in for a gentle kiss. He picks them up and sits them against the table hands roaming lightly.

" Yo!, I didn't know older me was getting it on with that hottie!" A very familiar voice calls out front he door way making both johnny and I groan.

"Kid you have five second to get the fuck out or I'm decking you into next tuesday" he says turning around and giving his younger self a death glare of a life time. His younger self take the hint and disappears but can be heard in the distant going off about it.

"God i hate him, he so insuffable" Johnny grumbles earning him a laugh from his partner. "Is that jealous I hear baby, do you miss your golden days?" His lover says trying to get under his skin.

"Not a chance, besides I doubt he'd be able to keep up with you" he chuckles. "Well I do have to say younger you is very much a brat. Glad to see you aged like fine wine" they reply pressing another kiss to his lips.

"Keep that up baby and I'll be railing you into tomorrow, this old man still have some life in him" he jokes earning him a look from his lover.

"Bring it on then hot stuff"

Kabal- Jealous and protective.

- kabal gets jealous when people over step their boundaries when it comes to his lover.

- he doesn't take shit from any one who wants to try and flaunt their good looks. He knows he looks like shit but he'll be damned if someone takes the one good thing he still has.

- he loves showing his S/o off. And spoiling them, but some people (Kano) decided to make cracks about it and he loses his shit at them.

- he loves cuddling with his partner to make sure they are safe.

- he hates having to leave for missions becuase he worries about them.

-has and will beat the shit out people who don't back down from flirting with is S/o even after they have stated they are claimed.

-been in to many brawls with Kano over the mans foul mouth when around his partner.

-sweet beef jerky man. You look after him and help him with things and he's gonna be puddy in you hands.

- please give him love man's been thought alot.

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"Sweetheart! Have yo uy seen my moisturiser?, I'm starting to flake again and it ain't pretty" Kabal yells our from the bedroom. His s/o quietly makes their way to the door way.

"Big box on the top shelf has a collection of them in it, I got a whole lot for you when I was shopping so we don't have another accident" they say walking up behind him and pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

"What would I do without you" he says leaning back into them lightly. They laugh lightly pressing a kiss to his neck and pulling away.

"Trip crash and burn, no pun intended baby. But that's mostly how it would go" they chuckle. He shakes his head and heads to the shelve with the box of lotions, moisturizers and pretty much any available skin care thing in it.

"Would you mind doing my back while I get what I can reach?" He ask lightly even tho he knows they would never pass down the opportunity to touch him. He strips off his shirt leaving on only what was necessary of his gear.

His s/o hovers over his back gently pouring moisturiser onto his back and lathering it up. Kabal sighs feeling his lovers hands gentle run over his back pressing into sore spots and flakey areas.

"Hey babe, I have some of the guys coming around tonight, just let me know if any of the bastards step out of line ok?" He ask looking over his shoulder to them.

"Ok baby, I'll let you know if I need you to knock Kano out again" this makes Kabal laugh as his lover continues to take care of his back.

After finishing up on his shoulders and back Label roles over onto so that he can face his lover. "Gods I love you, you know that" he says pulling them down to lay on his chest.

"Baby let me finish doing you moisturiser then you can cuddle ok" they say beginning to repeat the process again.

"Kabal you Cunt!, where you at?" Kano yells put from the kitchen before malign his way to the bed room to find Kabal laying down with his S/o on top of him. Kano leans against the wall taking a mouthful of beer before staring them down again.

"Your beers shit, get something decent like fucking XXXX gold or Iorn Jack becuase ethos is like drinking piss" Kano huffs as he finishes the bottle.

"Good to see you too Kano, you only one here so far?" Kabal as he sits up. His S/o moves from his lap and gives Kano a small wave.

"Hi Kano" "hey love, and yea only me here so far other fucks are probably pissed out of their guys, might show don't know wirh them fellas" Kano replys before heading back to the kitchen.

Kabal throws on a shirt and he and his S/o make their way to he kitchen to find Kano making himself at home.

"So you gonna break anyone else arm tonight becuase boys and I have bets it being Wade who has a go at em" Kano says, he opens another beer and puts his feet up on the table.

"Kano, feet off table. And if he decided he's gonna try it he's gonna get broken. Y/n is already aware" he explains earning a smile from his S/o.

"My bets on James, man's been getting hands. Remember Kano if he has a go and I break his nose you'll owe me" Y/n says wirh a bright smile.

"Hahah Kabal you got yourself one of a kind"

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Hasashi Hanzo- Jealous and protective.

-when Hanzo gets jealous a part of scorpion shows it's head. He's death glare is a killer.

- he tends to distance himself more becuase he does not wish to hurt his S/o

-other times he with become clingy becuase he just want to be close, he wants to tryvand prove to Himself that he is aloud to be happy again.

-his jealous stems from a few things but mainly his own thought. Nightmares and dreams cause him the most pain with it.

-and after all who wants to try and hit on Scorpions S/o other then Johnny. (Man ahs no care for his life)

-very beefy and warm man, needs a good hug and to be told he's doing well. He just wants someone to tell him he's doing great.

- man's a grumble blanket, his glare tells people to fuck off as it is. And not only that it's very well known that you are the partner of the Grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu.

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Hanzo's brow twitches as sweat roles down his face as he sleeps. Eyes flickering under his lids as he fights in his sleep. His S/o peacefully asleep beside him as he fights his dreams.

The room begins to heat up more then normal. Blankets scatter as Hanzo shoots ups his eyes glazed.

"You will not touch them!" He yells. His s/o shoots up blanket throw off them as they look to their lover.

"Hanzo!, baby, hey it's just a dream your ok" they say moving to him. His head shoots to them. His glazed eyes focused on them.

" Scorpion?, scorpion I need you to let Hanzo come back to me ok?" Their voice is gentle as they place their hands on his chest.

"I can not, you will get hurt, we must protect you" he says voice filled with pain as he continues to scan the room.

"Babe, we are in the fire gardens, in your room. Come back to me honey. What are five things you see?" They ask, scorpion twitches under their touch.

"I see you, Satoshi's baby blanket, the walls, our blankets, Harumi's orchid" he says as he pulls them closer his lover rest against his chest and his eyes fade back into the sweet chocolate brown.

"Now handsome four things you can hear" they say kissing thier lover softly. " I can hear cicadas, your voice, the wind and my heartbeat" he whispers. His lover runs thier hands thought his hair untangling small knots and curls in his hair.

"Now three things you can feel baby" they whisper to him as he pulls his lover to lay on his chest as he falls back onto the bed.

"Your lips, your heartbeat, your skin" he says curling up around his lover. "Baby, talk to me are you ok?" They ask kissing Hanzo softly on the cheeks and then his lips.

"Forgive my sweet love, I did not mean to scare you." He replys, they move to lay on top of Hanzo straddling him. "Hanzo, baby you don't very have to apologise for something like that, understand. You have been thought so much and I am never going to hold that against you. They are both quite for a moment.

"My dream, you were taken from me, forced to love another. I became jealous that someone had taken you from me, I let scorpion take over. But no matter how close I came to you I could never reach you" Y/n can see the tears shimmer in his eyes.

"Its ok hun, I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here with you. And I know you will fuck up anyone who tries to take me from you." They smile pressing their lips to his. Both humming in contentment.

"Let's go back to sleep baby, I'll keep away your demons" they whisper as he rest his head against their chest.

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Kuai Laing- Jealous and protective.

- Kuai out of the lot is a lot more closed off to jealous, he does experience it but stays quite about to msot times.

- he becomes very cuddly for the fact he doesn't wish to lose his lover.

- man can be scary when needed.

- he really is the definition of a polar bear. Cute cuddle but also ready to rip someone's face off if they hurt his family.

- kinda man who is really shy in person but is a monster in bed.

-him being jealous transfers to that he may not say it with words but his actions speak very loud.

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"Kuai, I've been looking for you" the cryomancer peaks up hearing his lovers voice. He turns to see them walking towards him. He's smiles lightly patting the spot beside him.

"Forgive me I've been meditating most of this morning" he says lightly. His lover moves to sit close to him, they place themself in his lap and wrap their arms around his shoulders.

"Now a little bird told me that you might be feeling down, am I correct?" Kuai smiles shaking his head.

"My live I have you now why would I be feeling down about the most precious thing I love" he says pulling them a little closer.

"Hmmm... well then I believe your shadow of a brother has been spreading rumours babe, sad you were a little jealous of him being back" at that Kuai sighs leaning his forehead against his lovers.

"I do not knwo why he spread rumours, I am quite happy to have him back, I do not particularly like the way he 'whores' himself out" the cryomancer replys earning him a small giggle.

"Has he tried to make a move on you?" It hurt him to ask, he didn't believe his beloved would go for his brother after choosing him for his personality and enjoying his company but he still wished to be sure.

"He's made a few.. comments but no hasn't tried to get in with me baby, besides I happen to enjoy my cryomancers shy, easy to rile up and a sweet kisser" they remark leaning down to pull him into a kiss. He returns it before pulling away.

"As much as. Would love for this to continue beloved, I do have work that had to be done." He sighs.

"I'll see you tonight them my handsome, strapping and gorgeous man" they say giving him one last kiss before disappearing.

"Bi-han we need to have a word"

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