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(also I write for them wink wink nudge nudge)

Hey again friend.

How about a headcanon of being best friends and a student to smoke 😄😄 please

Tomas Vrbada / Smoke Friendship Headcanons

Note(s) : I'm still learning how to write about his character, so criticisms are appreciated.

If we're talking Lin Kuei, Tomas is probably the best option for a mentor because he's not as strict and, uh, scary as Bi-Han, and even less serious than Kuai Liang, although that's not hard because he's so responsible.

But, that doesn't mean he'll let you slack off.

Tomas has a schedule, which includes waking up extremely early, most likely 6 AM, getting dressed and having breakfast in the span of a few minutes, you're expected to be at training for at least 7 AM. Then you train until lunch, around 1 PM, which lasts until 2 PM and then you train until dinner, around 6PM.

He expects you, and everybody else who trains under him, to follow that schedule. He can accept a few excuses, injuries making it harder to get dressed, mental issues, maybe you were just really hungry and accidentally spent too long eating, whatever the case, he lets you off with a warning most of the time.

But if it becomes repeated behaviour you're going through more gruelling training for a week, only Bi-Han at that point can get you out of it, and everybody knows he won't.

He retains a friendly and casual relationship outside of your training, inviting you with his brothers to dinner, which is usually less than once a month. They're usually at Madame Bo's or another tea house, and he's usually the one paying.

You both talk while he trains you, mostly about other Lin Kuei members and their performance / behaviours. Smoke won't trash talk, but he will sometimes indulge in gossip. 'Did you hear about the new recruit who tried to fight Bi-Han?' 'They did what?!'

Even when you're fighting with more seriousness, he's still cracking a friendly joke here and there. Probably something about ice, fire, or smoke.

Speaking of, if you don't like puns about smoke, don't even talk to this guy. He somehow knows every pun in existence that even slightly relates to it, Bi-Han and Kuai Liang are so tired of them they both just leave whenever he starts with one.

He adores if you match his energy, you two bounce back with constant puns that you forget training and leave Bi-Han to scold you two.

Tomas already has a strained relationship with Bi-Han, the man doesn't view him as a brother, let alone squeal, even though that's all Smoke wants from him. He doesn't mean to burden you with his issues, but sometimes he might ask 'Do you think I'm deserving of being a Lin Kuei?'

He won't stop being friends with you if Bi-Han doesn't like you, but maybe he will if Kuai doesn't, he looks up to Scorpion and views him as a major influence in life. But, the likelihood of Kuai ever actually telling him he doesn't like you is low, so, you're all good.

Given how the Lin Kuei works, I think you'd also have to train under his brothers or others in the clan once and a while, but mainly under him. He probably has other students to train, and so he's not always free for casual talk or sparring because he has others to mentor.

I'd say, for a guess, he most likely gets at least a day off, if not, breakfast, lunch and dinner is probably a time where he's free to at least go to a restaurant for food with you.

Shirai Ryu Tomas is different. While before he had maybe one day off, now he's always free because of how there's almost no recruits, only Hanzo and a few other kids who didn't have a good situation before the clan formed.

You'd most likely help the younger ones, and maybe have an 'assistant' role when teaching, the training is fairly lighter because they're just kids, but any adults or teens will have the same training as you, with a tighter schedule that you have to help maintain.

He has more free time to just... Hang around basically, he's always inviting you to have food with Kuai or his friends, like Johnny, Syzoth and most other members of the Kast, he's a big fan of helping you out with tasks.

Tomas will enjoy cleaning, for example, he expects you to help him obviously, especially if it's your room or armour he's helping clean. But, he enjoys it because it's productive and he gets to spend time with you.

Smoke also loves when you do things like that for him! Especially cooking, he's not... The best at it, so he appreciates when you make food after a long day of training and doing small missions for Liu Kang.

He doesn't touch the kitchen. Don't make him go near it.

He might try and teach you Czech or Chinese, if you don't know either already, this totally isn't just so when you're in crowded areas you can talk to each other without people listening, what are you talking about?

Although, it took him years to learn Chinese, so he understands if you find it too difficult and don't want to learn, that won't stop him from muttering words under his breath when he's annoyed.

He's not the biggest fan of hugs, don't get me wrong, he absolutely will if you ask him or he needs it, but he doesn't think he's ever been hugged since he was a kid, so it's just a bit unfamiliar.

Smoke likes holding your hand though, not only will you not get lost in crowds, but you can have friendly contact without it being too much for either of you.

Never ask him for relationship advice, if you want a wingman, look the other way. His love life consists of nothing, a barren desert, and he prefers to keep it that way.

As a black girl who is head over heels for MK1 men, I love your writing! Also if you take requests, would you be able to write any SFW or NSFW HC's of what it's like to date the lin kuei boys (or anyone you'd like) with a fem s/o? Much love <3

did i start this in between classes? mayhaps, mayhaps not. NSFW under the cut. (I've always wanted to be able to type that)

Bi Han

SFW

(is this self indulgent? yes)

He doesn't really see the need for an S/O at first

That being said he would really have to like her, or at least tolerate her.

I think the most plausible way for him to be in a relationship is an arranged marriage

He wouldn't be cruel to her but he'd definitely be standoffish

I could see him learning a really obsecure detail about her and using that to when her over

Once he does begin to like her, he is completely devoted to her

He expects the loyalty to be reciprocated

Calls her a dumbass but she's his dumbass

He's decently experienced but doesn't like the idea of his girl being with other men

NSFW

Breeding kink, breeding kink, BREEDING KINK

I don't even think he likes kids but he wants heirs

Trust, if he's not finishing in her mouth, he's finishing her womb

Listen, he's touching her cervix almost every night

He's a shower for sure and has some girth

Won't fully use his powers during sex but does like to lower his body temp while teasing

Kuai Liang

SFW

I don't know why but I see him with a childhood friend to lover situation

He had a crush on her growing up and they help each other blossom

Bi Han probably makes fun of him and sees it as a weakness

Would take him along time to admit that he had feelings for her

The type of man to kiss his girl goodnight even if she's already sleep

feels very secure in the relationship

NSFW

He likes giving head and it's obvious

He like zones out and gives earth shattering orgasms

Touch his hair and he'll do whatever she wants

Will hold her hand in missionary

He loves any position where he can see her face

Doesn't like the idea of hurting her but I could see him with some light light bondage.

Tomas Vrbada

SFW

I'd like to think he saw her before she saw him

He'd probably watch her from afar

not in a creepy way (unless you're into that) but he's nervous to approach

Pay attention to this man and he'll love her forever

Likes doing really mundane things with his s/o

I think he'd love a nice walk with his s/o, maybe a picnic

Definitely the type of guy who is a little clingy but not in a obsessive way

he just enjoys being around her

NSFW

He's probably the least experienced of the brothers

Now least doesn't mean none

He knows the basics and what he likes

He is basically a blank slate so his s/o could teach him how to truly please her

Likes to hear her moans and to know he's doing a good job

Really big on praise

Tomas is a grower and it's pleasant surprise

will whimper just a little

SFW Alphabet with Tomas

pairing: tomas vrbada x gender neutral!reader

author notes: this is my first time writing fanfic so plz be nice

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Tomas likes to show his affection through both physical touch and words of affirmation. He hopes that you hear how much that he appreciates your presence when he’s having a hard day.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

This friendship may as well have started when you two randomly bumped into each other and you thought he seemed like a cool guy. Or maybe the Lin Kuei or Shirai Ryu randomly showed up on your street and you could not help but admire his skill or false intimidation (before you got to know the real him).

I betcha Tomas would be a GREAT best friend. He’s very considerate of other people’s feelings and goals and he wishes that spending time with you was an all day thing.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Tomas likes to cuddle with you after every mission. There’s nothing better than him coming home after a mission and him wrapping his arms around you while you watch a movie together.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning ?)

He wishes he could settle down, but being part of a secret society clan takes a lot of work and patience. If he ever gets the chance to settle down, most of the time spent with his partner would be going out on dates more frequently. Tomas is better at cleaning than cooking. He’s cleaned off blood and dirt stains from his outfits before.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Poor Tomas. Breaking up with someone just makes his heart ache with pain. He’d rather let them down gently than be the one to leave in a huff, and he hates to see his partner cry. More often than not, breakups with him come from his needs not being met or he got insulted to many times.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Tomas is a very committed man. He wishes for this relationship to last a very long time and for promises of his and your dreams to come true one day. It might take years of being together for Tomas to want to get married, as you need to build a lot of trust with him first.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s a gentle giant who likes to both hug and be hugged. His life as an assassin is a hard and rocky road, so he does try to bring some stability into your relationship as a compromise for his unpredictable life.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Tomas likes to hug often. Physical affection is his thing, so it’s very likely that you’ll get caught in a tight bear hug. He may not even notice that you’re being crushed by his strong arms and he may accidentally break your spine (rip).

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It might take a little bit of time for him to finally blurt the three words, as he’s still getting to know you and he’s just starting to put his trust into you. He’s also kind of shy in meeting new people outside of his usual social circle, but sometimes he can’t help but let those little words slip when you’re together.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Tomas can get jealous with others, but he prefers not to act on his jealousy unless he feels the people who you hang with are a danger to you in some way or another.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He loves to be peppered with kisses! He loves to kiss you on the cheek and on the hair, the classic lovey-dovey way! Tomas himself likes to kiss on the cheek and on the forehead (if you’re smaller than him that is).

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He LOVES kids! He would love to play with the little ones and show them all his cool magic tricks he learned in his training. He’d love the idea of having kids of his own one day.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings spent with Tomas are very welcoming in breakfast meals, even though he may not be the best cook in the clan. Sometimes he wishes he could learn good cooking skills that don’t smog up the house.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights spent with Tomas include reviewing the day you and him had and then spending a little time with him to do something you both want to do before winding down to bed.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He isn’t quick to trust people with his life, because he’s supposed to keep a lot about his Lin Kuei identity secret. He start revealing things about his secret life about two weeks into a relationship when he starts to feel comfortable around his partner.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He isn’t too patient. There are things that could set him off, such as insulting him and/or his dead family, or holding his family’s souls hostage (as Quan-Chi already did).

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

The life of Tomas is quite an adventure, so there isn’t a lot that he wouldn’t remember about you. He’d miss a whole lot of you. Your smile, your voice, the sound of your laughter, the way you reassured him when he felt the world crashing down on him, just thinking about your passing would scare him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

I think his favourite moment in your relationship was the time you and him first met. He’d try to intimidate you but you couldn’t help but laugh at his rough façade, causing him to drop the act and reveal his true self to you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Tomas is quite protective (although he’ll tone it down if you feel like he’s becoming overprotective), especially when he feels like the walls are closing in on him. He has a hard time trusting certain people because of what happened to him after losing his family, so feels the need to warn his partner about others, even if his partner tries to ignore it.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He doesn’t everything in the world to make your dates perfect, but he sure will put in effort to make these moments last a lifetime. He isn’t that big on expensive gifts because he doesn’t want to rob his clan of their worth. He’d most likely write some letters that shows his appreciation for you or a bunch teddy bears so you don’t feel alone when he’s out.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His smoke magic can get everywhere when he uses it, and it smells kinda bad too. Better install a smoke detector in the house and open the windows to let some fresh air in.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Tomas isn’t vain, but he is anxious. He hopes that you would not judge him for his efforts on looking nice for you. He’d be less concerned about himself as time goes on and he starts to gain trust in you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Sometimes he may, mostly because he feels that he feels that he has no one to go home to now that both of his biological and adoptive have passed. If you two were to ever separate, whether it be death or anything else, he would be devastated by it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Tomas has a mischievous side to him. He loves to play tricks with others with his practical smoke magic whether on and off the job. If you’re not careful, you may fall victim to one his silly pranks.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Although Tomas is a smoke ninja, having a partner who smokes is a big no-no for him. He already knows how bad his own smoke smells so for you to develop this kind of habit just turns him off in a lot of ways.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He can sleep in any position possible as long as he’s comfortable. When he’s trying to get comfortable, he mumbles slightly in his sleep, but doesn’t sleep talk. He sometimes sleeps with a teddy bear named “smokey bear” (it was a gift from Johnny), and if his partner is with him, he will use them like a teddy bear or pillow (he might put you in a headlock).

Are you comfortable writing a NSFW alphabet with Tomas as well?

NSFW Alphabet with Tomas

pairing: tomas vrbada x gender neutral!reader

content warning: general nsfw, mention of semen, oral, some strong language

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Tomas LOVES aftercare. He would take such good care of you, he’d go ahead and wipe off the happy accidents, tend to any cuts or bruises and put a blanket over you and kiss you goodnight.

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

His: His favourite part of himself is his tongue. His tongue is very skillful and slick, and you’d quiver when he brushes his tongue near your sensitive spots.

Yours: Tomas is WEAK for your chest. He loves to touch it, squeeze it, play with and lick your nipples, and he gets quite aroused when he sees them bounce during the act.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Tomas really likes to suck on your dick/pussy when you cum. He wants to taste ALL of your sweet milk.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

One dirty secret of his that he secretly likes knife play, whether it’s showing it off up close to your face, or marking his initials onto your skin. He’d never admit though, as his top priority is to be gentle with you, as this big man does have the ability to break you in half.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Tomas has not really had any partners until now, so it’ll take a little bit of time and practice for him to get used to everything.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

A favourite of his is probably the 69. That way both you and him can the equal amount of pleasure and control.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Tomas isn’t one to take himself completely seriously. He doesn’t mind hearing your laughter and your pick up lines whilst you do the do.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His body hair is 30% darker than the his usual hair. He always takes the time to clean off any blood or dirt from his body after a mission. It may take him longer to clean himself up after an injury though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Tomas likes to hold your hand during the act. It’s a sign of trust in the relationship between you and him. He may also whisper sweet nothings like:

“That’s it baby…”

“What a good girl…”

“You’re so cute underneath me…”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Masturbation is what he does when he doesn’t want to show off his embarrassing arousal to anyone, especially his peers. He’s getting better at hiding the fact that he’s masturbating, as one time he got caught by the grandmaster because he was being too loud.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Nebulophilia is a big go to for Tomas (He is the king of smoke after all). Whether it’s steam, smoke, or fog, he believes everything is sexier when consumed with pure cloud. His powers may end up fogging up the room you’re in and maybe into other rooms as well.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He would be happy to do it anywhere with you as long as it’s not in public. In the bathtub? Sure why not. On the kitchen table? Of course. Against a wall? FUCK YES.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His sex drive isn’t very high, so it would take a bit of convincing for him to get in the mood. 

Want to turn him on in an instant? Try body worship. It would drive him insane if you squeeze that big chest of his with your hands. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’d rather not do anything that gets you seriously injured (whips are a big no-no), as he deeply cares for his partners well being.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Tomas is a master at both giving and receiving oral, 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Tomas would typically go at a moderate pace, but if you want harder and rougher, he’ll go harder and rougher. If you tell him to slow down and/or take it easy, he’ll take it easy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

This isn’t Tomas’ preferred way of going at it, as he is afraid of getting caught. It’ll take a bit of convincing and practice for him to get used to it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is game to experimentation, as he always wants to learn something new. Once he learns a new skill, there’s no going back. 

A rougher side of Tomas may include restraints, some gentle spanking, maybe being fucked near a window or mirror, you name it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Tomas can go a long way without giving up, as his rounds last for half an hour, and he can go for 3 rounds considering how energetic he is.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t actually own any sex toys of his own (he’s too shy to buy any), but he does ask for your permission if he can borrow them. It doesn’t really matter if he uses it on himself or a partner.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tomas isn’t a teaser, he’s too much of a sweetheart to tease such pretty things like you 🥺

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Tomas is quite the expressive guy, always begging, moaning, whimpering, and cursing (sometimes in his own native language). He’d let you know how good it feels when he fucks into you or when you fuck into him, in ways that would drive straight to the edge.

And when he’s filled up, he can get loud. You’d need to gag him, or get him into doing oral to quiet him down.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Tomas is a HUGE switch. He doesn’t just want one end of pleasure. He wants ALL the pleasure you two can get. Once he throws on top of him, it’s your turn to have him to yourself.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Whoo boy… Tomas is BIG. Besides being absolutely ripped,  his dick is about 5,3 inches when flaccid, and a whooping 7,7 inches when erect, complete with girth of 6 inches.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is not that high, but once the feelings hit him, they hit him HARD. The size of his dick makes it almost impossible to hide his erections from others, from which that point, he retreats elsewhere in embarrassment.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Tomas would be pretty tired afterwards, even more so if it’s late at night. Hope your ready for cuddles, because cuddles are his favourite love language.

First time posting a headcanon so I'm kinda nervous but I'm give it a shot ( BTW ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE )

So I got a random headcanon about the lin kuei bros ! But Cats AU :D

Okay okay imagine living in a house with a three Cats you just found them homeless on the street and feel sorry for them so you took them in ... Orange cat, Gray cat and a black cat in your house

And if you're going to ask me how did all turn into a cats... Then the answer is Shang Tsung... Don't ask how ... It's just Shang Tsung that mf turned them into a cats ... Maybe just to laugh at them....

Anyways living with the Lin Kuei cats it's the best thing!! If you manage to gain their trust ..... Only with Tomas and Kuai tho.. You don't wanna get near Bi-han... Trust me... This bitch would give you a new scrach everyday... He's the kind of the bratty cat

Hiss 24/7 when every you get closer to him

Sometimes attack you and you'll have either Tomas or Kuai trying to stop him... Or both of them by pulling him from his tail....

Man he's a cat with trust issues so it's gonna take a while until you gain his trust

But to be honest... I believe Tomas would be the first one would Trust you... After seeing you how you're so caring to all of them... Even his brat older brother

He will be the type to be a clingy cat that's how I imagine him

When ever you sit down expect him in less then a second to be on your lap.... (HE'S SO ADORABLE KWHWKWJEJ)

Also whenever Bi-han give you a new scratch Tomas would be the one treating it... By licking it.... He's trying to apologizing instead of his bro

Like "I Apologize for my brother action.... He's just like this all the time... Here let me treat your wounds! " but in cats language...

Tomas is loves cuddles as well whenever you go to bed he'll climb up next to you and sleep

He's so wholesome

As for Kuai Liang... He's a calm cat... When you first let them in... He won't do anything just watching you around...

He's believe in 'Action speaks Louder then words' so he'll only trust you by you're action... And since you are so caring about them... And can take his Older brother's behavior he can tell you're a nice person so he will trust you a little... Still calm tho

Likes to sit besides you if you were watching TV or reading a book whatever you're doing he'll sit next to you... Either sleep or watching what are you doing

Btw when you go to bed he will be sleeping next to your head... He loves your hair... He think it's soft so sometimes when you woke up you'll find him sleeping on it like a pillow .... If you have a short hair he will be leaning on your head

He will try to convince his brother that you're harmless and never meant to hurt them but it's not working... Bi-han thinks if he give you a little cance you might going to stop him on his back or betrayed him...

Man the last time you were trying to wash them all.... It went well with Kuai and Tomas they both let you wash them peaceful.. Somehow Tomas was playful in the water and it got you confused actually for both of them... Them were so calm for cats begin in the water.... You didn't think about you just that's they might have got used to water somehow... Or they are a special cat who would give no pain in the ass to their owner when they are washing them

Anyways after finish the and dry them off you turn you're head to the last target .. Bi-Han ... man if you Know anime JJBA you will know what I mean when I say the fight you just had with bi-Han is the same fight between Jotaro and Dio trust Man and all of this happens while trying to get him into the bath top... You got.. A lot of scratches A few were on your face as well not only a just scars you have got but you had too chase him around the whole house whenever you get closer to him will attack you and hiss so good luck with washing him...

But if you manage to gain his trust (and it's a hard challenge trust me) he will be less aggressive ... Might even let you pet him (he will try so hard not to purr) doesn't attack you anymore... But he will always be cold with you...it's just his way of showing he trust you btw at rare times you'll find him sleeping next to you on the bed.... All the time he prefers to sleep alone

This is so random I just wanted to make some headcanons but always so nervous to post it but right now I decided to give it a shot.... Plz don't hate me of you don't like it ;-;

Hello there. Can you do an imagine where the MK1 characters finding out that the reader has an abusive family and how will they react to it when they find out?

[ ~"No Your Home"~ ] - Mortal Kombat 1

Congrats on being the first user to send a question! I am so sorry for the late response on this, somehow tumblr did not notify me of this until I checked out my activity, it is a really interesting prompt/idea! hope I did it as you like <3 and if you really suffer from this, I'm so sorry for hear that :( i hope you can seek for help to get out from that dangerous relationship and be in a better place safe

What contains? Abuse Topic, Sensitive Content, Mention of Gore/Death

How is visualized as? Cople Relation Ship, Family Relation Ship, Friend Relation Ship

Raiden

-He already had some suspicious, mostly at first when he wanted to wave or put his arm up to do a high fight and you reacted so scared and tried to cover yourself with your arms, something surely dint expect Raiden you do, at first he thought it was a just a misunderstanding for the first time, but when he see this sometimes repeat he have douts

-No Only that, but you using a clothes that cover most of your body also makes him suspicious, he does not judge anyone clothes style, but he cant stop feeling something was odd about it

-He always wanted to address this but he dont know how to, until one time he found you hided crying alone, he slowly get close to you and ask you whats wrong, he surely will be ok if dint want to address this or dont feel comfortable to talk what ever is bother you, but once you told him about the abuse you suffer from you parents he get mostly froze

-He can't believe you have such abused parents, not in a literal way, you are just a good person why do you deserve to be treated like that? and mostly by you own parents, he surely will talk to you all you about it and try to find a way to fix this, he will try to talk you parent try to make a deal in the most pacifist as possible, but if you parents are really aggressive and stubborn, he will use his Earthrelm champion title for this situation, or most tense parts, use his thunder powers to scared them and show dominance that way they let you free

-His house is welcome if you dont have a place to go to live with momentary, he even dont mind if you want to live in his house permaly as long you safe is what makes him feel relief, at the moment the first Raiden will do is take you to a doctor to check all you injures you parents did to you, make sure you get fully healed

Kung Lao

-Surprisely he surely will figure out more faster a difference from Raiden, he saw your odd reactions but he thought you were just that shy or he that scarry? I mean he a very buff guy~ (in his imagination)

-Surely he will figure out in one of his jokes, tickles you or carry you up for the fun, seeing your injuries and purple marks from the clothes as been lifted up a little from the playful moment, making the joke be fully over

-He will straight up asking what happened and who did this two you?, you try to hide your injures and stay away from him, just saying is nothing but of course is not, Kung Lao will insist a lot until saying the truth, he will not leave your safe until he knows why you are hurt

-Finally, you reveal about your abused parents, ooh Kung Lao is pissed, so badly, who dare to hurt you like that!? he dont care are your parents, they need to be teaching a lesson to not hurt their own children like that, he will just straight go to your parents house and start a discussion about it, if things gets intense fight will be make (dont worry he will not muder you parents but he wish)

-After that, he will make sure you will be safe, taking you to a doctor to check the injuries, and invite you to his home so you have a place to live, if your parents dare to try to take you back he will keep sure they will not try to archive that, keep you safe is his priority

Smoke - Tomas

-I think he will be the same fast to know it as kung lao, after all, he live an abuse experience with Bi-Han so he knows the feeling, seeing you trying to cover yourself with your arms, he has a worried look, straight asking "who is hurting you?...."

-Even if try to hide as much as possible, Smoke will be keeping close to you, he wants to figure out who is hurting you, he wants to help you, there is no need for to you hided this, he wants to help...

-He will always send hints about it, hints of you have someone there to help you, trying to earn your trust and trying to free you from this prison of fear you parents as made you, making you think you have no one to help you, thanks of all this hints and support from Tomas, you finally say about you Abuse Parents

-He was not even mad, or sad, he disappointed, disappointed from your parents for do this to you, he will comfort you and make sure to you feel safe, he as raiden will try to negotiate with you parents peacefully, if things dont work out, he will not just let leave you in that bad home, he will take with you to be safe not matter how much your parents yell or try to take you, he will protect you, after all, you parents dont know who is dealing with

Kenshi Takahashi

-Well, he not a hand person so he would never have seen this odd reaction from you, even so, Sento already told him something was not ok with you, which made him be in alarm

-I think the way Kenshi will figure out about your abusive parents on his own is you two are cuddling surely you already sleeping due to how safe you feel in his arms, in an accidental touch, he feels one of you injured, confused and in worried he carefully touch your body, making as possible not uncomfortable you or not broke you personal space, after all, was your body and he was not having permission to touch it, but as he found more and more injures, he get more worried, and more when he feel a lot of them are very recent

-After that, he will ask you about it, about this injury and what or who is causing it, you try to not say it and keep it as "its not big deal", but Kenshi will make you feel safe to make you talk about if, after all he can't leave you after he found you poor body badly hurt

-After you talk about your abusive parents, he is angry but not the same angry as Kung Lao, but definitely angry, he will try to your parents in a passive-aggressively way, and if they dont want to cooperate, Kenshi just straight you take out his katana and point it at your parents, to make them know who are dealing with, after that, he will take you to a doctor to check you injures, if you need a house to live, he will ask Jhonny for make you a house where you can be safe and far away from your parents (he dont think you are safe if you live with him, due all the yakuza situation and all the stuff he have to live as part of the Eearthrelm protectors) with all the things you need, even ask Jhonny for have you a job where you can get money, but dont worry, he always will have a day he will check on ya

Reiko

-He already saw the odd reaction, and he just felt proud having no idea why you acting that way, he thinks is because he strong looking and you feel dominated by his appearance, is because you acting such way, he may have abuse of this a little, just to get proud feeling

-Maybe the way he figure out this if you have a breakdown, posebly he was training and you dint know entering straight into the mouth of the wolf he almost hit you, you lucky you was slowly entering the room to avoid the hit, and that triggers you a lot making you fall from the floor crying, he will at first chuckles about this and telling you "come on, dont be dramatic i dint even hit you by luck" but seeing you not respond is what concern him

-He will try as best to comfort you, he will carry you carefully and take you to a room where you are comfortable and safe, waiting for you to stop crying and calm you down, once you finally calm, Reiko ask for explanations about you behavior early, and you know there not excuse or way out from this, so you told him about you abuse parents

-He at firts wil be silent, but you can see his expression got serious, he straight ask you where they live, and once you father open the door he will get pass out from Reiko punch in the face and bleeding from the nose, you mother not even have time to react what happen, but lucky for her, it was they warning, because Reiko will not have mercy next time if they try to do something to you, he will take you to his home so you be safe, and take you to doctors to cure you injures, and mostly he apologies about taking chance of you trauma for fill his ego, after what all that after, he mostly more sweet with you and mostly protective

Rain

-Again, he is not a very hand person, but surely he will notice you odd behavior when he moves his staff, making you react and cover your body with you arms, he mostly ask you ok, he mostly thinks he was too close to you and almost could hurt you, but when this happens a couple of times now he have suspicious

-He will ask trick questions, making sure to get all the information he wants to know about it, to know what is causing you react that way if something happens to you to always be alert of everything, everytime he asks the question about "is someone in particular doing something at you" you get oddly quiet, his suspicious just increase

-Finally he just straigt foward about it, just asking "who is hurting you", as long you try to denied you not free from Rain until you tell the true, once you tell about you abuse parents he angry about it, you parents? that is fall so low, he will to you parents home and try to negotiate to them, and if they dont agreed, well, Rain will just drown them a little, dont worry he will not kill them even if he wish but he will just show them a little of who are dealing with, just egnoft before remove the water from they heads so they can breath

-Now safe in Rain's hands, he is your doctor! he knows how to cure your injuries and even make them they not even exist to the first place, after all, he feels angry and sad seeing your body being hurt that way, you will live in his home where you can safe from you parents

Baraka

-He already smells your blood, the smell does recent injuries you have have that have a little of your blood, maybe still bleeding a little, knowing are from you he will straightforward ask you if you ok, and he will know you are lying, his intimate appearance its not make you so much option to say about your abuse parents

-Oh he dont like that, he was a parent before the tarkat take over him so hearing about his burn his blood, he will ask you about where you parents live and not for talk, he will straight murder them, not letting anything behind, he will not let you see this tho so you will never know about the murder of you parents

-He will take you to a doctor to cure your injures and ask Syzoth help if can find you a home where you live and be safe, he wish he can be near you to keep you safe from anyone, but yea...the tarkat

-but something sure, he will be a family to you, the family you never have and the family you need it, always checking on you and telling you praises you parents never told you, he will make you have what you never had and is very aware you need that

Shang Tsung

-To be honest, he was just confused of your odd reactions but did not really think about it, i think the most way he surely find about your abused parents is when he caught you trying to heal your own injuries alone

-After hearing his voice catching you off guard his words "Why you are alone there" Having already a smug expression due to your reaction, he mostly not even ask why you have those injures and straight fogar wanted to know about them by himself, slowly surprised of how much you have, you almost a broken doll

-you have his curiousity and he ask what happen to you, his voice have nothing of pity, even if you dont want to tell him, you know you are not safe from Shang Tsung's grip and you told him about your abuse parents

-He at first will be not care and just leave you alone, but as the day passes he feels....jealous? angry? He does not even know how to figure out this feeling, he just feels "the only one who allowed to hurt you is me" thing, he not even will ask where you parents live, he will follow you from the distance and arrive at your parents home, once he knows where you parents leave, he takes they souls and problems solve~

-Knowing you eventually find they corpse you will tell Shang Tsung about it for not say almost interrogate him about it, he will act like he dont know about it with that fruity and smug expression, at least you can live in your home peacefully, but if you not feel comfortable in that house, Shang Tsung is more that happy you live with him, about you injures, I dont know, mostly you can ask about it for help you, but he will do it? you can trust him? only Shang Tsung knows that answer

Syzoth

-Again no hand person but he can smell your blood from your injures, knowing it from you he is worried, already telling you you are bleeding, making you nervous, he tries to make you be calm as possible and offer his help, he very supportive boy :(, so he find odd when you refuse his help

-Seeing the blood smell dint go away and he knew was recent each time, he found it odd, why you always bleeding? and acting like nothing is happening, he try to address this as best as possible, trying to not make you uncomfortable about the topic, he just worried about you

-Once he knows about you abusive parents, ooooh he angry, again he was a father before Shang Tsung take them, so he can accept you are suffering from you parents, he mostly will comfort you and make you feel safe, but mostly ask you to talk to them

-He will try to address it as peacefully as possible with you parents, but he will not be very patient with your parent's attitude and when his patience is over he straigth forward show his zaterran form, he dont care about what you parents think about him, he will show them do not mess with you

-After that, he invites you to live in his place, takes you to a doctor to cure your injuries and be the parent you never had, of course will be different due to Zaterran parents acting diferent from human parents, but he will try as possible to give you what you never have

Havik

-He thinks he scared you becuse of his odd powers or his scary appearance so he will not think about it, possibly the way he figure out about your abuse parents are one of does moments he talks (rants) about the abuse and suffer he feels his people and everyone have the right to live freely, all does talk make you feel motivate or more confident to talk about you abuse parents

-Once you finally tell him about it, oh you can see the HELL in his eyes, he can't believe you being abused by your own parents, someone so good and someone who can't even defend yourself, he will demand you were you parents live, and he will not talk, straight kill them

-You will shocked from so gore scene, telling Havik he didn't do that, but he with his blood hands try to comfort you, telling you is what they deserve for treating you that way, that was they punishment and now you was free from they hell

-Maybe you dont want to live with havik after that and he will respect your decision, even he feels a little sad to make you feel that way, he dont regret doing it for the good of you, and promise you will be safe under his protencion

Liu Kang

-he could noticed it, and surely could know you suffering from some sort of abuse, is was a normal reaction from someone who suffers it, he will not go straight forward making sure you say it when you feel comfortable, so he will have his hands behind!!

-He will be so sweet with you :(, making sure you have a good time knowing you passing from something horrible, is what you deserve, surely you cry sometimes when he was too sweet with you, is something you cant belive you know? it was a feeling you cant process after you get use to the abuse

-Finally thanks of Liu Kang's Actions you told him about your abuse parents, he so sad to hear this news, he thought it wil be a friend or a partner you have, but your own parents?, is heart breaking, and he promise to try to make something

-He wil not even try to look intimidating or dominant, he is a god yes but he will not use his rank for things like this, he will try to talk to you parents peacefully, and if things dont work out, well, this goes straight to judge, dont worry of course Liu Kang win it and you parents go to jail

-He will offer you multiple houses to live, and he is definitely ok if you want to live in his place, he will continue to be as sweet as he has been, trying to replace does bad experience you have, remove all that trauma and you be free from that abuse you have from you parents, and even you scared you parents come back dont worry, Liu Kang will make sure of they wont

Geras

-Yep, he knows, he already saw about your abusive parents, how they treated you and hurt you, it was something sad to see, he even saw other timelines where you parents actully love you, or straight they abandoned you or kill you...

-He dont know if he has the right to be in your life, after all are mortal decisions and he can't change those decisions, surely tell this to Liu Kang to seek of opinion about it, knowing you and Geras are close to each other he will allowed it as long you make the decision to tell him

-and there he is, being on your side, trying to show you beautiful things and make you forget about the bad experience with you parents, same as Liu Kang he will be so nice to you in his way, posebly knowing he the guardian of time surely you figure out he knows, not even telling him just asking if in a future you parents will love you or they did feel love

-Is sad to hear his answer but he wil make sure you dont have to see them anymore, no matter how hard your parents try to find you they will never be, you will be safe in your new home, and living the life you deserve it away of any danger or abuse

relief.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sub!Smoke x Dom!Reader

Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings: first person POV (no use of y/n), AFAB reader, oral sex (receiving and giving), porn with plot, face sitting, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, love bites, dirty talking, praise, play fighting, mentions of past wounds, after care

A/N: So this is a pretty exciting fic for a few reasons! First, I've been a pretty life long Mortal Kombat fan but have never really been comfortable in my writing to actually do anything. Second, this is my first fully in first person fanfic! I've been writing self inserts for a decade (holy shit) and repeating "you" over and over again has lost it's big appeal. It felt nice actually having more pronouns to use. Third, this is my first cross posted fic on AO3. If you would like to read it there instead here's the link

“Welcome,” my sister, Harumi Shirai, announces to the handful of men bowing in front of us. “I’m honored you’ve called upon us in your time of need. May you find our home to your liking.” The man in yellow stood, fist clasped to his chest. His face was nearly unreadable with the large mask covering half of it. A harsh scar was carved over his right eye. 

“Thank you for your aid Lady Harumi,” his voice was gruff. Kuai Liang had changed considerably since I had seen him last. He was once a young teen, with a chip on his shoulder to be better than his brother Bi-Han. I was too young to truly speak to him. I was much more interested in my dolls than play fighting with the foreign ninjas. But I do remember that he was always polite, letting me babble at him during our dinners, even when Harumi begged me to not “embarrass” her. But what are little sisters for if not disobeying orders? 

I did not, however, recognize the man in gray next to Kuai Liang. Harumi had told me of an orphan that was brought in the former Lin Kuei Grandmaster’s family, Tomas Vrbada. I had never met him. By the time he was brought into the Lin Kuei, the family couldn’t safely travel from their region and our contact dissolved. 

Until now. 

When we received Kuai Liang’s plea for sanctuary, I was against it. The Lin Kuei had become volatile and I wanted no part of it. It was better to let the brothers war. It wasn’t our fight. But ultimately Harumi made the decision. “We can only grow in power with this addition,” she assured me. I trusted my sister completely but I worried childhood nostalgia was clouding her judgment. Seeing how few Lin Kuei made the journey didn’t ease my stress. They could be the greatest ninjas in the world but only fifteen of them would not stop the full might of Bi-Han once he appeared on our shores. 

“What is aid between childhood friends? Our families were once deeply intertwined, I only wish to regrow that.” Harumi bowed and I followed suit, lower than her as a better show of respect. “Now please!” Her voice titled in excitement. “Please follow us, I’m sure you are all hungry after your travels.” The Lin Kuei all shouted their thank you s before standing. I only caught a glance of Tomas, pale skin and gray mask, before turning to follow behind Harumi. I wanted to voice my worries, to get this nauseous anxiety out, but I feared being overheard. Kuai Liang caught up to Harumi and I. He gave a small incline of his head before engaging my sister in conversation. I understood his signal and drifted behind them. 

Clearly, Tomas also knew his position as second in command well because I found myself next to him. We walked in silence for a few moments, passing by our overflowing garden on the way to the dinning hall. “Hello,” Tomas said in a gentle voice. He didn’t offer his name, knowing that I most likely already knew exactly who he was. 

“Hello,” I returned. “I hope your journey was pleasant.” Tomas gave a small chuckle as we rounded a corner, the hall at the end of the path we were on. 

“It was stressful but we are thankful to have somewhere so beautiful to rest. I know Kuai Liang already said it, but we appreciate our new home and the kindness.” I glanced up at him, his blue eyes snagging mine. 

“I will pass your words onto Harumi, Tomas.” 

The door to the hall had been thrown open. Several tables were lined end to end, heavy with bowls of stews, plates of  fish, dishes of rice, and platters of vegetables. There were two cushions at the head of the table. Normally the Grandmaster and their spouse would sit there, as our parents did. But after their deaths, Harumi and I would take the head. Harumi hadn’t had much time to find a husband, despite the pressure from our family. I knew that Kuai Liang would most likely take the cushion next to Harumi so I took the second cushion directly to the left to stay next to my sister. 

Harumi cleared her throat before kneeling next to me. Silence immediately fell, all heads facing her. “If we may have a moment of silence for all the Lin Kuei who could not join us.” The silence was heavy with grief, for those dead and those who were still alive, but lost to Bi-Han’s ego. “Please enjoy the meal,” Harumi finally said. The men around us all launched forward, loading up their plates with any food in arms reach. Harumi and Kuai Liang settled next to each other. He had immediately pulled her into conversation. It was impressive how quickly he seemed to have her undivided attention. 

I filled my plate, eating slowly. That creeping anxiety hadn’t pulled away and my stomach was in knots. I appraised all the new men around us. Perhaps it was my own worry but they did not seem the gift Harumi tried to convince me they were. They were weary from travel, some with bandages around their arms or bruises blooming on their jaws. If rumors were to be believed, Bi-Han had come in contact with something so powerful that he was able to start this civil war. That idea had wormed deep into my brain and refused to leave. What was it? A weapon? A spell? An army? Whatever it was, these men weren’t ready for it. 

None of us were. 

The sound of my name drew my attention to the table around me. Harumi, her face annoyed, and Kuai Liang were looking at me. Kuai Liang was quite handsome without his mask. He seemed to have grown into the full lips and sharp cheekbones that I remembered, his face filling out with age. “Apologies, lost in my thoughts.” 

“I asked if you were well,” Kuai Liang’s voice was much smoother without his mask. “You look pale.” Harumi narrowed her eyes at me. The message was clear. Lie. She knew exactly what I was thinking of, how deep my anxiety was. 

“Yes,” I said with a forced laugh, “of course.” 

“We haven’t had visitors in such a long time, it seems to have intimidated her.” Harumi flashed a smile that seemed to distract Kuai Liang. I could still feel eyes on me and the fine layer of hair on my neck stood. My eyes darted down the table, searching for my watcher. But none of our guests were looking anywhere but at their food. Finally I glanced directly across from me, my eyes locking with Tomas’s. 

His eyes, stormy blue, were tracing my face, trying to see something in my features. So I looked unabashedly back at him. He had a small scar over his left eye, a longer one craving in a diagonal from his eyebrow along his forehead. His hair was closely cropped and smokey gray, a few strands of it falling across his face. His chest was broad, arms thick with muscles. That build was the only thing similar between the two men across from me. A body that told of brutal training and relentless battles. 

Once my eyes drank their fill of Tomas, I went back to my food. I knew he was still looking at me and a part of me wanted to know what he was searching so intensely for. But I stayed silent, letting the dinner wind down around me. Harumi and Kuai Liang kept their heads together, voices even as they spoke about housing and provisions. Once almost every plate was empty, my sister stood. “Everyone please, allow my sister to guide you to your rooms.” I glared at her. She never told me I was expected to do this. “We can talk later,” she whispered. She loved putting me on the spot like this, even when we were kids. If we were ever caught misbehaving, she would come up with a lie that only benefited her, leaving me to flounder under our Mother’s wrath. 

I took a deep breath before standing, straightening my robes as I did. “If you would follow me,” I said. I could hear the annoyance even in my own ears and so could Harumi. But the tone fell on deaf Lin Kuei ears as they all rose to their feet, thanking Harumi for her kindness and the food. I headed out the eastern door and along a quiet path. For the first time, I felt empty without my sword in my own home. I itched to have its comforting weight against my leg. Kuai Liang appeared next to me. “It’s good seeing you again. I know this isn’t the most ideal circumstance for us to meet again.” 

“No,” I say with a chuckle, “can’t say it is.” As much frustration I felt toward Harumi for allowing them here, I didn’t hate them. The Lin Kuei are fractured on the deepest level. Kuai Liang and Tomas must be heartbroken over the estrangement from their brother. I want them to have shelter and food, but I don’t want my family and home to be on the line for that to happen. “But it is good to see you again.” I reach the door to their temporary home. It was the old main house but was quickly outgrown as our clan formed some four hundred years ago. While it was effectively abandoned, it was still maintained for large groups of guests. “I apologize that it’s not very spacious, your men will have to share their rooms.” 

“Don’t worry,” Tomas said as he hovered behind his slightly shorter brother. “We are just grateful for any space.” I gave a small bow. 

“Then please make yourselves at home.” 

I never was able to talk to Harumi again until a fortnight later. She was intentionally avoiding me. I could never seem to pin her down. She was always with the Lin Kuei men, helping them settle into their new lodgings. She never invited me to join her in these conversations. I was always kept on the outside. I would see her at breakfast and dinner but then she would disappear. Even then we were never alone, joined by either Kuai Liang or some other clan elder, denying me the chance to speak freely. Frustration at being ignored and abandoned was starting to eat away at me. I spent hours in the courtyard, swinging my katana over and over and over again, until my arms screamed at me to stop. Then I would continue, relishing in this little bit of control. 

Sometimes I would feel the hairs along my neck rising. Everytime, I would turn my head and find Tomas walking away. The first few times, I was able to ease my paranoia, but soon it won. What could he possibly be looking at? Why does he always seem to be just in the corner of my vision? Maybe he was a spy sent by Bi-Han? All of these thoughts were swirling in my brain, sitting heavy in my stomach. 

It came to a head one late night. Harumi and I were finally alone together. She was looking over paperwork, body hunched to read the writing. I was sitting beside her with our ledger, checking our numbers. Paperwork was the least desirable portion of being a Grandmaster and the second in command. Most handed it off to others, too important for such remedial work. But our Father taught us that a Grandmaster was never better than even the lowest worker. “What’s bothering you so much sister? You’ve been training nonstop.” I pursed my lips, pen stopping mid-scratch. 

“There’s fifteen of them.” 

“I know,” she said simply.

“We are risking everything for fifteen men.” Harumi sighed, laying her own pen down, turning to look at me. Her expression was what one would wear to explain something very complicated to a too young child. My lip curled at the look. 

“We are stronger in numbers.” I snapped the ledger shut. 

“Fifteen stronger! What will that do when Bi-Han shows up to our home?” 

“You are letting fear cloud your perception.” I stood, papers fluttering to the floor in my wake. 

“And you are letting childhood love ,” I sneered the word, “cloud yours!” An indignant blush crawled up her cheeks. I may have been a child when I last saw Kuai Liang, but I wasn’t blind. The two of them had been attached at the hip anytime they were visiting. I had even caught them kissing once as I snuck to the kitchen for a sweet cake. 

“You’re being completely immature! This is exactly why I haven’t included you in any conversation with Kuai Liang. You are so ready to throw away the gift.” Frustration was starting to bubble into anger. 

“And why do we need them Harumi? When Father died our enemies descended on us. We were almost wiped out, and where were they!?” My voice was rapidly growing in volume, arms splayed out in question. The year after Father died was a nightmare. We were attacked from all sides, clans trying to absorb us while Harumi was desperate to become comfortable in her position as Grandmaster. While we were able to keep ourselves alive, too many men were lost to attacks. Then Mother died and we almost completely fell apart. Harumi and I still bear the horrible scars from our last grand battle. Harumi was able to walk away, the northern clan’s leader’s head clutched in her hand, but tensions had been weighing on us since. 

“We didn’t need their help!” she shot back, standing herself. “I handled it myself! I showed them that I wasn’t some weak woman to be taken advantage of!” 

“But we are being taken advantage of!” I shouted back, not caring who heard. “The Lin Kuei didn’t help us in our time of need, but we are supposed to help them in theirs?! Bi-Han will find them eventually and we will be slaughtered alongside them! They are a ticking bomb, Harumi! Why are you so willing to throw us in the line of fire for them? You’re delusional if you think they won’t run the second they find trouble!” 

“YOU ARE NOT GRANDMASTER SISTER!” She was screaming now, her voice bitter. “YOUR OPINION DOESN'T MATTER!” I recoiled back like she had slapped me. My ears rang. Even she blinked, clearly startled by her outburst, looking away from me. “I’m sorry,” she whispered eventually. Tears or anger and betrayal blurred my vision. 

“No you’re not,” I spit. I turned, not even sparing her another glance, and crossed the room. When I opened the door, I came nose to nose with Kuai Liang and Tomas. Kauai Liang’s hand was raised, like he was about to knock. Tears were searing down my cheeks and I didn’t care if they saw. I hated the look on their faces, pity and shock. “Get out of my way,” I snapped. The two men immediately parted and I shoved between them, perhaps too harshly, before walking away. I could hear my sister’s lowered voice, probably writing me off as some lunatic. 

My feet were carrying me somewhere, but my brain was spiraling too much to even track my surroundings. Harumi always knew exactly what to say to hurt me. She could be soft, kind and patient, but she could also rip my heart apart with just her words. It’s a special ability only siblings seem to share. My appointment as her second in command was set in stone once both our parents died. Harumi and I, in our combined grief, launched vicious attacks back at our enemies. I’ve done things for her that come back to me in terrible nightmares. We collaborated and moved together as a perfectly oiled machine. But, Harumi was always viewed as the better sibling. I tried to outshine her but could never top her accomplishments. That tiny shard of insecurity was never fully dislodged. She knew it. 

A cool breeze hit my tear stained cheeks. Only then did I realize I had found myself outside. As if pulled by an invisible thread, I drifted to the courtyard. Just picking up my katana made my body scream in protest. I ignored it. I swung the weapon in big arching swipes, allowing my weary arms to wake and stretch. Then I turned to face a wooden target. Like the snap of a string, rage rushed up my veins. With three brutal slashes, the target crumbled, wood clattering against the stone floor. My sword swung out, lobbing the head off the target to the right. I set to hacking it apart. My form was quickly crumbling, just becoming rage filled chops. I would have to work for hours to correct the damage to my blade but I didn’t care. Tears splattered to the ground under my feet. I slid my arms through my robes as sweat dripped down my face, leaving my chest only covered in my bra. The night was harsh on my sweaty skin but I refused to stop until all of the targets were destroyed. 

It was over too quickly. The wood bodies were splintered, jagged, and shattered in places from my brute force. My lungs burned as my chest heaved. A blister along my palm had burst in my fury. I glanced down at it, blood oozing from the ragged skin. Your opinion doesn’t matter. I squeezed my bleeding hand, nails biting into the tender skin. More targets.  

I was being watched.

I spun, pinning Tomas to the spot with my glare. He was under the overhang, hidden away from the bright moon. “Did you enjoy the show?” I wanted to scream at him, but my voice came out scratchy and broken. He approached slowly, like I was some wild animal about to snap at him. My hand squeezed my weapon and his steps stalled. 

“I’m sorry for watching,” he whispered, “I was just worried about you.” My blade swung up when he was in range, the tip pressing against his broad chest, just over his heart. He immediately stopped in his tracks and raised his hands in a sign of surrender. 

“I don’t need your pity.” I snapped. I pressed the blade just a bit into his chest. He winced but otherwise showed no reaction.

“I’m not offering pity.” Tomas carefully pushed my katana away from himself and I let the arm fall to my side without protest. Please,” he said, voice earnest. “Feel free to take your anger at the Lin Kuei out on me. Let me help in any way I can.” I paused, digesting his words. My blade makes a satisfying click as I snap it back into its scabbard. I undo the belt, placing it carefully on the ground. 

“I just want to fight. No magic. Don’t be easy on me.” Tomas just gives a simple nod. He must have expected this response. I stare at him for a moment, taking in that handsome face, before I launch at him. My arms ache too much to use so I go for a kick to his thigh. It’s a weak attempt and he catches my leg easily. With a rough yank, I lose my balance and fall to the ground, breath knocked from my lungs. Tomas doesn’t laugh or make fun of my pathetic fight. He just watches me, waiting to see what I do next. 

My free foot connects with his knee. He groans as his leg buckles. I take the opportunity to wiggle my leg from his grasp. I snap to my feet, fist swinging out. I had no target but it glanced off his jaw anyway. My knee rams into his stomach. He lets out a little gasp of air. I kick my leg under him and he crumples. 

I climb on top of him, catching his wrists, pinning them above his head. I was out of breath despite the short and uneventful fight. But my body already felt exhausted. Tomas is gazing at me again. It’s that same searching way I always catch him doing. His skin was nearly glowing in the moonlight as I took in his face. “Why do you look at me like that?” I demanded. 

“Because you’re beautiful.” The words caught me off guard. My heart was too raw to process them. 

“Don’t say that,” I hissed, “don’t you dare feel sorry for me.” I wanted to hold onto my fury, let it burn me from the inside out, but it was faltering under his unexpectedly kind eyes. 

“I don’t,” his voice is low, reassuring. My nails bit into his wrists as I squeezed them. He let out a whine of pain. “I promised to help. Whatever you want from me, you can take it.” My heart stumbled on its next beat. Now that the thick haze of anger had dissipated, I could smell him, smokey and warm. Against my better judgment, I leaned closer so our noses were nearly pressed together. Now I could hear the short bursts of his breath. 

“Anything?” I could see his throat bob as he swallowed. “What if I’m not nice?” His eyes widened at the dark edge in my voice. The tip of his tongue flashed out, wetting his dry lips. I watched it intently. 

“I will take whatever you give me.” 

“If it’s ever too much,” I breathed, my lips brushing against his, “tell me. Don’t feel obligated to continue.” He gave a tiny nod. 

My lips crashed against his. He groaned at my intensity and I drank the sound down greedily. I let my hands wander his arms, feeling every muscle and vein. One hand wove into his soft hair while the other laid softly on his throat. I didn’t squeeze, just let the fingers rest. I could feel his pulse racing under them. With his arms freed, he wrapped them around my back, pulling me tight against him. 

It had been so long since I’d kissed anyone. I wasn’t sure I even knew how to do it anymore. Being so ‘important’ seemed to scare most men away. Even if all I wanted was one fun night, they felt some responsibility to act like a potential husband. So I reveled in the feeling of Tomas under me, his lips trying to keep up with mine, his tiny pants as I overpowered him. I snagged his bottom lip with my teeth and I bit down until I tasted copper. He moaned, blunt nails digging into my bare back. His hips bucked under me and I ground against them. I licked his lip apologetically before wiggling it into his mouth. It was intoxicating how much control he was allowing me. I alternated between squeezing the sides of his neck and yanking his hair. All he could do was whimper into me. The sound alone was driving me crazy, hips rolling over his quickly hardening cock. Heat was slowly being dropped into my veins and I was growing overwhelmed with all the sensations. 

I finally broke away, gulping down harsh lungfuls of air, sitting up straight. Tomas was bright pink. His lips were bruised and puffy, covered in our combined spit. The sight brought a drunken smile to my face. He returned it with a dazed look in his eyes. “Too much?” He shook his head.

A chill breeze whistled through the courtyard and I shivered. Instantly, his calloused hands were rubbing my arms, trying to combat the cold. In the lusty haze I was under, I didn’t truly understand how exposed we were. It may have been the dead of night, but servants moved at all hours. “Let’s go to my room.” When I stood up and my thighs pressed together, I could feel how soaked my panties were. Tomas rose to his feet gingerly. With one glance, I saw why. His cock was hard , jutting out from between his legs, impossible to hide in his loose fabric pants. It looked…big. But instead of being intimidated like I should have been, I felt more excited. I slid my arms back through the top of my robes to cover myself the best I could. I grabbed Tomas’s hand, using it to guide him inside to my quarters. He followed behind me without protest or even a word, just tangled his fingers with mine. 

Thankfully, I had my own section of the main house so I wouldn’t have to worry about seeing her right now. I’m not sure Tomas could handle me if I did. Once in my room, I flicked on my bedside table lamp before I turned on the ninja. “Strip.” He did instantly, undoing buckles, ties, and knots in mere seconds. The first thing I noticed was his chest. Scars littered it, some old and white, where others were new, still raw and pink. There was light dusting of gray hair across the skin as well. The hair became darker and more pronounced as it collected in a line under his belly button, trailing my eyes down… no. I’ll look later . I moved my gaze back to his abdomen, taking in the planes of muscles across them. His arms, so thick and strong, hung loosely at his side. Like a predator, I circled him to look at his back. This skin was also just as covered in scars. I itched to touch them, to ask their stories, but I refrained. I could explore them once we’re done. His fists clenched. 

I came back to face him, finally allowing myself to look down. His cock was completely flushed. It was thick and a small bolt of worry struck down my spine. It looked like he could split me in half if I wasn't careful. A small bead of white oozed from the tip, splattering onto the floor. I watched its descent and my grin only grew when I saw the collection of drops on the floor. “ Aw ,” I teased, reaching out to trail my hand across his broad chest. He shivered under my touch. “Just some kissing got you so hard?” I knew I didn’t have much of a leg to stand on. I was practically dripping. His heavy gaze wasn’t helping my state either. I could almost feel him undressing me with his eyes, their hunger clear. “Have you been thinking about me like this? Thinking about my lips around you?” My fingers danced down his chest, landing at the base of his cock. I explored him with feather light touches, never doing anything to give him any pleasure. His eyebrows knit together, mouth opening on pitiful pants. “Thinking about having me under you, moaning your name, begging you to keep fucking me? How wet I would feel around this big dick?” An adorable blush was spreading across his neck and face. I pulled my hand away and he whined but I only gave him my prettiest smile. My hand instead went to his wrist, pulling him to my bed. I used both my hands on his shoulders to force him to sit. I wedged myself between his legs, savoring him gazing up at me. The tip of his cock was pressed against his stomach, smearing precum on the skin. 

“Answer my question Tomas,” his breath hitched at the sound of his name. “How often do you think about fucking me?” 

“Every night, every day, all the time.” His voice is shaky, knuckles turning white in his fists. I knew he was waiting for permission to touch me but I wouldn’t give it. Not yet at least. “I wake up so hard it aches.” I hummed in sympathy, hands going to the sash holding my robes shut. I take my time undoing it, knowing I have Tomas’s undivided attention. 

“Do you dream about me? What do you see?” I prompt, pausing my undressing. 

“Yes, I can only seem to dream about you.” He chews his lip, looking too ashamed to continue. I finally undo the knot at my side and allow my robe to fall from my shoulders, the fabric pooling at my ankles. His eyes snap to my body. I can feel the trail of his gaze as if he was touching me. With deliberate movements, I reach behind me, snapping my bra open, the fabric joining my robe on the floor. “ Ah ,” he whispers, abandoning his fists all together, gripping his thighs instead, nails digging into the tender skin. 

“You aren’t good at answering my questions Tomas. Don’t get distracted.” My hand grips his chin, forcing his eyes back to mine. “What do you dream about? If you tell me, I’ll let you touch all the places you want.” His face lit up at the deal but he was clearly fighting embarrassment. “Tomas,” I purr, palm moving to his neck again. His eyes grew heavy, almost closing. “Be a good boy,” he whimpers unabashedly at the nickname and at the squeeze I give his throat. 

“Okay,” he stutters. “They always change. Sometimes I’m in control, other times you have me pinned down. I,” he licks his dry lips again, “I think I like the ones where you are in control more.” 

“Good,” I hum, letting his neck go. “What do I do in those dreams?” 

“You edge me, make me beg to come,” his voice is a whisper. “I do, I beg and beg until I’m crying. Sometimes I wake up before you let me. Those are the worst days. I feel frustrated and too turned on to function even when I get off multiple times. One day I couldn’t even leave my room in fear I would see you and beg you to let me fuck you. I knew it would scare you.” I remembered that day. It was odd to not be watched while training and his absence was obvious at breakfast and dinner. Kuai Liang said he wasn’t feeling well. I was curious what Tomas actually told his brother. My thumbs catch the waistband of my panties. With eyes like a hawk, his eyes snapped to the movement. I tsk like a disappointed parent. “I’m sorry,” he breathes.

“What do you do in the dreams where you're the dominant one? Are you as mean as I am?” He shook his head. I could tell he was desperate to look, to touch, to taste. Selfishly, I loved forcing him to wait, loved watching him squirm under my control. 

“No, you usually feel too,” he cleared his throat, “too good for me to stop. I always drown in how good you taste.” My hands ease my panties down but Tomas keeps his eyes on me. They dropped with an obscene splat on the hardwood. 

“You have a very vivid imagination,” I tease, cupping his cheek with my left hand. “Do I live up to it?” His hands hesitantly raise, his eyes pleading. “I won’t bite, too hard at least.” Then his hands were everywhere. My hips, my thighs, even the back of my knees weren’t immune to his touches or his gaze. He traveled up my torso, tracing my own scars with delicate caresses, his lips now joining his hands. I climbed onto his lap to allow him better access to my chest. I could feel his hard member against my hip. His lips lingered under my breasts before taking one hard nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, his free hand teasing the other bud. I moaned at the contact, hips jerking. He took my noise as encouragement and increased the speed of his tongue. I tugged the finger teasing my nipple away, placing it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. He lets out a muffled gasp, eyes flashing to mine. I smiled, “you look so handsome like this,” I purred around his finger. I stuck my tongue out, making a big show of licking it, before letting his hand go. He squeezed his eyes shut, wet finger going back to my nipple. “ Aw, ” I mumble, tugging lightly on his hair, “why are you hiding from me?” 

“Don’t want to come too soon ,” he murmurs. I lift his head so I can press soft kisses to his flushed cheeks. 

“How quick can you get hard again?” I whispered. 

“For you,” Tomas whined, “probably minutes.” I hummed in approval, teeth dragging along his neck, leaving small nips along the sensitive skin. It only took one light push for him to fall back against the bed. He propped himself on his elbows, big chest heaving. I turned my attention to his long neglected dick. I could see a long ridge along its underside, a thick vein on the left side. My fingers dipped between my legs and easily coated my fingers in my own slick. I traced the vein with my index finger, before closing my hand around it, giving a few experimental squeezes. His lip trembles at the feeling. 

“You’ve been so good,” I say, arm beginning to pump over him, “but I’m not done with you.” He nodded his head, blue eyes pinned to my hand. “I would feel bad leaving you so hard.” A trail of spit dribbles from my mouth and my hand spreads it as it gains speed. He lets out a shaky breath, knuckles going white again. Under me, I can feel how tense his thighs are. The sound of my name in his fragile voice makes my skin prickle. 

“Hands feel so ah good,” Tomas pants. With another blob of spit, I quicken my pace. He flops back onto the bed, the sheets clutched in his fists. His tense control seems to crumble a bit as his hips begin to thrust up into my hand. “ I’m not going to last ,” he mumbles, a hint of an accent creeping into his words. He’s too lost in the squeeze of my hand that he doesn’t notice me climbing off his thighs to kneel in front of him. But he does notice when my tongue licks a long stripe up the underside of him. He makes a strangled noise, far too loud for the late hour. But I didn’t chide him and just eased his length into my mouth. He tastes just a little bitter but there’s something strangely addicting about it. His cock is heavy on my tongue and the corners of my lips stretch to accommodate his girth. My mouth and hand work in tandem, not leaving an inch of him uncovered. He begins to mumble my name, voice raw and reverent, little gasps in between each of his words. My clit throbs at the sound of him. I reach between my legs and begin to circle the neglected bud. I’m not particularly nice to it, chasing the high of an orgasm at any cost. Fingers snake into my hair but he doesn’t force my head down. My eyes ease open to look at him, only to find him staring right back. 

That’s when the dam breaks. His back arches, the hand in my hair becoming a vice to hold my head still as his hips jerk into my mouth, a mess of thank yous and my name tumbling from him. Hot ropes of cum shoot into my throat and I gag at the sheer amount of it. He seems to come for an eternity, cock twitching constantly as more and more liquid spills into me. I swallow down as much as I can but some still leaks onto him. Finally, his body relaxes and my hair is released. I ease off him, panting. 

A quiet moment passes between us as I rest my head on Tomas’s thigh. I could feel the exhaustion from my slaughter of the wooden targets starting to creep up on me. Once my own breathing is under control, I trail sticky kisses up his torso, lingering on his stomach and his pecs, before I settle my hips on his chest, knees on either side of his head. His eyes still look dazed and he has a dumb smirk on his face. “Good?” I muse, combing his sweaty hair out of his eyes. “As good as your dreams?” 

“So much better,” he replies. 

“More?” My voice sounds a little unsure. But Tomas just grins like I offered him a divine gift. 

“I said you can take whatever you want. If you need more, I’ll give you anything.” My own blush crawls up my cheeks. His eyes soften as he tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. “I meant what I said before, you are so beautiful.” 

“It’s just the endorphins.” Tomas opens his mouth to argue but I pinch his chin between my fingers, “tongue out.” He does as I command without complaint. I wiggle my hips up so my pussy is right over his mouth. I can feel his tongue pressed against the tender skin but he doesn’t move it. I brace one hand behind me and give a tentative roll of my hips. Goosebumps ripple over my skin. He moans into me and the vibrations make my toes curl. “Do I taste as good as you imagined?” He nods, tongue dragging through my folds as he does, nose bumping my aching clit. I roll my hips a few more times but can’t seem to reach the high I’m close to. “ Mm, I did say you could touch whatever you wanted, so be good and impress me.” His arms lock around my thighs, hands splayed on my hips, urging me to press harder down on his face. I do, one hand in his hair and the other braced on the bed. 

Then he starts. His tongue is desperate, hitting every sensitive area I have. It lashes as my clit, swirling in tight circles, then it moves into me, curling in search of my g-spot. “Oh,” I gasp. The intensity nearly takes my breath away. As his tongue delves into me again, his nose digs into my clit. It’s my turn to whimper as my hips grind against him. He gives an approving moan. My thighs squeeze tight around his head at the feeling. I was already close after my own hasty masturbation. “Stay just like that,” I pant. His tongue becomes rigid in me. “Fuck, good boy.” He hums at the praise. I bare down on him, circling my hips however feels best. I eventually find a position that makes my eyes roll back and I start to fuck myself on his tongue. My sliver of shame at using him like a sex toy disappears when his own moans get louder than mine. He just feels too good to not use. I can’t imagine he can breathe well, if at all, but I can feel him pulling me down even harder. My juices and his spit coats my thighs. The lewd sounds of my wetness filled my ears. A heavy heat is pooling deep in my stomach. “Tomas,” I whimper. My nails bite into his scalp, “so close. Such a, oh fuck,” my words are cut off as that heat finally rushes through me. 

It’s a swift and intense orgasm that leaves me trembling over him. His tongue slips from inside me and starts to happily lap up the mess I’ve made. It prolongs the sensations and I mewl at the overstimulation. I try to lift my hips but he refuses to let go, even shaking his head in denial. “ Ah! You’re going to kill me,” I giggle. I felt light, giddy at the intense relief. It had been too long since I last came, let alone had someone to do it for me. I ease open my eyes to look at the man between my legs and see his eyes already open, pupils blown wide. To my horror, his skin has a slight purple hue to it. With a rough yank, I push his head away while lifting my hips. He sucks in harsh gasps of air.

“Sit back down,” Tomas pleads, “tastes so good .” I laugh, collapsing to my side, head hitting my pillows. My leg lingers on his shuddering chest and he runs a shaky hand over my ankle. Even from my position and poor lighting, I can see the glisten all over his face. Another comfortable silence passes. My eyes start to feel heavy, that exhaustion creeping up on me again. “More?” I shift my eyes to between his legs. He was not lying about only needing a few minutes. 

“More.” He lifts my leg closer to his soaked face, trailing feather light kisses along my ankle and calves. He adjusts himself to a crouch, laying more kisses on my skin. I giggle and instinctively jerk my leg when he finds a ticklish spot at the back of my knee. Then the slow progress goes up my legs, hips, ribs, between my breasts, then finally my neck. “Great, now I’m all sticky,” I tease. He braces himself on either side of my head. 

“You sound like an angel when you laugh.” His voice is tender as his lips ghost against my ear. My hands set to exploring his chest, lingering on the scars. I turn my head to capture his lips. The kiss is soft, all the desperate hunger from the courtyard gone. I savor the taste of me on his lips. My arms drape over his shoulders as I draw him closer. I can feel the heavy weight of his hard cock on my stomach. I pull away, pressing my damp forehead against his. 

“Be careful with me,” I breathe. His eyebrows knit together in sudden worry. 

“Are you…?” His voice trails off in question. 

“No, no,” I assure, giving him a small peck for good measure. “It’s just been a while and you’re,” I search for a better word but find none, “thick.” A smug smile parts his lips. It only makes his features more attractive. I find myself grinning back. 

“Of course I will,” he promises. Much to my dismay, he leans away, sitting back on his ankles. He drinks in the sight of me before him. “ Fuck,” his voice is almost quiet enough for me to miss. I feel like I’m on the operating table, that he’s a doctor examining for anything remotely interesting. His calloused palms push my thighs apart to expose more to his hungry eyes. “So wet,” he hums, his thumbs spreading my folds open. 

“Tomas.” His attention immediately snaps to my face. “Start fingering me so you can fuck me. I’m not a very patient person. You can have your fill of looking at me later.” He cards his fingers through my slick, wedging two fingers into me, stopping at his second knuckle. I bite my lip on a moan, back arching. My hips push against his hand, fingers sinking deep into me. They curl and begin to pump inside me. I whine at how wet I sound and my eyes drift close. His fingers are dexterous, rubbing my sensitive walls perfectly. “More,” I choke, hips desperately pushing against his hand. 

“Say please.” My eyes snap open to find him with another self-satisfied grin. I can’t stop my own smile and hold out my hands, motioning for him to come closer. He does, free hand braced next to my head. I slather his neck in kisses, my tongue darting out, sucking a harsh hickey in the crux of his neck. He gasps at the sudden intensity. 

“ Please,” I pitifully moan into his ear. He instantly slips a third finger in me. My laughter mixes with my sigh of pleasure. He’s so easy to toy with. “Only needed one please?” 

“Quiet,” he grumbles. As if in retaliation, his fingers ease out of me. I pout and he flicks my bottom lip. I snag the digit with my teeth and bite down playfully. Then I feel the head of his dick press against my empty hole, his slick fingers coating his length the best he could. “Do you need more time?” I shake my head. The hand next to my head reached down to grasp mine, slotting our fingers together. “Deep breath,” the word is dragged out into a shuddering breath as he sinks into me, hips flush against mine. “ Oh my god.” 

“F-fuck,” I whimper, eyes squeezed shut. He’s completely overwhelming, pushing against any sensitive area I could possibly have. I can even feel the ridge along the underside of him pressing into my walls. A moment passes while we adjust to each other, bodies still. “ More. Please Tomas, more.” This time my voice lacks its previous theatrical pleading. His lips trap mine in a desperate kiss while his hips start at a torturously slow pace. I let his tongue plunder my mouth, not even trying to take control again. I grip his hair before my nails rake down his neck to his broad shoulder. He hisses at the sting. “ Faster,” I gasp through the clash of our lips. He does without complaint. He cradles my hips with both arms as he pounds into me. The new angle makes me finally break our kiss and I gasp out his name. 

“So wet,” Tomas mumbles, words slurring, “so warm. Fuck .” He nuzzles his face in my neck to leave behind his own love bites. He leaves a particularly harsh one along my collarbone that makes my back arch into his sweaty chest. He litters my chest in kisses as he moves to the other side of my neck. There he scatters more marks, creeping all the way up my neck. I slither my hand between my legs, trying to ease the burn of my clit. He buries himself deep into me and then stops. 

“ No, no, no,” I babble, grinding my hips against him. He once again leans back. With a small slap to my hand, he replaces it with his own. He lifts one of my legs up, laying it against his chest, before easing forward, bending me nearly in half. Then he starts fucking me. It’s harsh and rough, his thumb punishing the bundle of nerves under it. “ Tomas!” My voice is loud and brittle. My toes curl and my stomach tightens. Heat is building quickly. I’m sure if anyone passed by they would be able to clearly hear the wet slaps of our hips. 

“You’re squeezing me so much,” he groans as a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead. I’m moaning unabashedly now, being far too loud. But he’s just so big . Now I can feel him twitching constantly inside me. It’s almost too much. The heavy weight of him. The way he can’t miss the spongy spot inside me. His thumb making harsh, wet circles over my clit. Even the slight smell of smoke and sweat on him is driving me higher. My eyes squeeze together, trying to focus on one sensation at a time. 

I fail. I alternate between crying out his name and expletives before the heated coil inside me shatters. “ Tomas! I-fuck-I,” I can’t even get the words out before I’m coming. My mouth falls open on a silent scream, hips recklessly bouncing against his. He keeps his rapid pace so it prolongs the orgasm to near discomfort. 

“Look at me,” Tomas’s voice is shaking. Through my shuddering, I manage to open them and take him in. He’s pink again, hair slicked back with sweat. A tear oozes down my cheek as overstimulation begins to set in. “ Just a little more ,” he assures and I drunkenly nod back. His hips are still harsh but they are losing this pace. He removes his thumb from my clit which provides much needed respite. The way his ragged voice curls around my name nearly makes me come again. “ Just a little-“ After one final push, he buries himself deep into me with a guttural groan, his cum filling me to the brim. 

We both still, chests heaving, breaths choppy. We don’t speak for several minutes, letting the afterglow fade. His fingers on my face is what draws my eyes back open. I hadn’t even realized they had closed. “Do you have a rag in here?” I reach to my bedside table and produce a box of tissues. 

“These right now,” I mutter. “We can get the towel in a moment. You cum too much.” My throat itches. Not a good sign for my volume levels. 

Tomas gives a weak smile. “Feel too good.” He plucks three from the box before slips from me. I can feel a wave of liquid dribble down my thighs. He sets to diligently cleaning me, being careful to avoid my most tender areas. A sizable pile of discarded tissue appears on the bed. “Towel?” I point at the door to my left. He goes to it and finds my attached bathroom. I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. My body felt like jelly. A lukewarm towel rubs away most of the sticky mess. “Curl your knees in, I’m going to sit you up.” I do as I’m told, not even thinking about questioning it. His strong arms work under mine, hoisting me up straight. I can feel the towel under my hips. “Just sit here so most of it can drain out. I’m going to get you some water, okay?” I give a weak nod. He presses a loving kiss to my temple. 

I don’t remember him leaving, only him returning. “Here,” I open my blurry eyes and take the offered cup. The water is crisp and I can feel it working through my chest. Tomas stands awkwardly by the bed. He had only put on his pants. I could see my one lone hickey along with a few trails of my nails. 

“You’ll have to let me give you more marks,” I point out, “we’re uneven.” He hums in agreement. Keeping one hand on my shoulder so he didn’t send me backwards, he removed the towel from under me. “Just toss it in the bathroom, clean later.” He does as instructed. I settled back in my pillows, crawling under my waiting sheets. I see him starting to gather up his clothes. “Aren’t you going to stay?” He genuinely looks surprised but gladly strips back down to his underwear, crawling next to me. I barely even laid my head down on his chest before I was asleep. 

I woke up very late the next day. Afternoon sun pierces through the blinds, nearly blinding when I open my eyes. Tomas was still asleep next to me, his breathing deep and even. He looks so relaxed, so soft in sleep. He's far too handsome for his own good. We were tangled together and in the sheets. I’m able to wiggle free and sneak on wobbly legs to the bathroom. As I pass my bedroom door, I notice someone had placed a tray on my desk. It was laden with food. My stomach gave an excited growl. I noticed a note next to a bright red tea cup in the corner of the tray. Curious, I lift it and read:

Sister, the red cup is yours. The last thing we need is a baby to take care of.

Reblogs are always appreciated <3

𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐔𝐄𝐈 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 + 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

summary: just complete thirst about the lin kuei brothers and you sitting on their face

cw: afab reader, oral (fem receiving), facesitting, established relationships, submissive/bottom tomas, (literally my religion omg), tomas cums just from eating you out :( , mdni !

wc: 1k

a/n: im ovulating and i just had to write this omg im sorry this is so self indulgent

𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍 | 𝐒𝐔𝐁-𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎

being the eldest brother and grandmaster of the lin kuei, bi-han has had his fair share of experience with sexual encounters. and as much as he’s been on the receiving end of oral, he’ll only give back to a partner he deems worthy of his love and time. getting to this point with bi-han took some time, but it was sure as hell worth it.

bi-han’s cold tongue had no mercy on your quivering state as he continued to flick your clit in all sorts of motions and patterns. you were instructed to hold your orgasm because you knew bi-han loved it most when you came around his cock and milked him, but he definitely wasn’t making this easy for you.

the tips of his fingers were starting to grow frost as they dug into the flesh of your thighs and ass. despite you being on top, the cryomancer controlled your pace with the way he rocked your hips back and forth. as always, he was in control while he worked his magic. 

suddenly his actions on your clit came to a halt. you were going to let out a sigh of relief and calm yourself down for a moment, but bi-han had no intentions of letting that happen. with a loud yelp, you unexpectedly feel the cryomancer’s strength and he positions your hole directly to his tongue and your clit to the tip of nose. 

with no time for you to breathe, bi-han dives straight in and runs his tongue around your gummy walls. the feeling of his cold muscle inside of you made you squeal and jerk your hips on instinct– ultimately causing your clit to smudge against his nose, making you gasp and arch your back. 

bi-han groans and pulls your pussy deeper into his face, making you feel the vibrations course around your groin. the grip on your hips was now deadly as the cryomancer denied you of moving your hips at all. he continued to feast on you as if you were his last meal–

and maaaybe you accidentally came on the spot without his permission… (you were totally in for it now.)

𝐊𝐔𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆 | 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍

this man is a pussy eating champ. when compared to his brothers, he easily has the most skilled tongue– and that means you’re in for one hell of a treat. unlike his older brother, kuai liang’s favourite pastime is pleasuring you and that pussy of yours that he’s head over heels for. 

kuai liang’s hands reached up to fondle your breasts as he moved his tongue in and out of you repeatedly. your back was arched as your hands grabbed onto the headboard for support to hold yourself up. the obscene slurping sounds that came from kuai liang’s actions bounced off the walls and flooded your ears, only heightening your arousal. 

as he continued exploring your velvety walls, you feel the pyromancer take your nipples between his index and thumbs. you squeal at the feeling of your sensitive buds being tended to and your hands shoot down to tangle your fingers through his dark locks– which was messily undone from his usual well-kept bun while some free strands stuck to his forehead.

kuai liang moans in response to your hands gripping tightly at his hair, and you can feel the intensity growing more by each second that passes. he’s done this more than enough times with you to know when you were close. he could tell just by the way you slurred out his name. 

once telling you to let go, he grabs your hands away from his hair and intertwines his fingers with yours. his brown orbs dont break eye contact with you, and you know exactly what he’s expecting you to do–

as if you two could read each other’s minds, kuai liang sticks his tongue out and flattens it, encouraging you to chase your orgasm. and of course, you do as he wants. your hips rock (almost uncontrollably) back and forth against his warm tongue. your back arched, head rolled back… and those pornographic moans escaped your lips…kuai liang’s eyes stayed on you the entire time.

he could truly spend eternity beneath you, nose deep in your pussy.

𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 | 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 

the youngest of the three was most likely the least dominant compared to his brothers. most of your sexual encounters with tomas consisted of you being in charge and praising him like the good boy he was- especially if you're sitting on his face.

his head was cushioned between your thighs as your warm pussy rocked against his face– back and forth. back and forth. back and forth. your pace was under control as you kept yourself  calm and composed… which was the complete opposite of the czech assassin smothered beneath you. 

he was a complete mess under you and you loved it. his tongue was messily lapping up all your juices that were also trailing down to his chin, neck, and some that even spilled on the bridge and tip on his nose. 

tomas’ moans and whimpers were muffled by your pussy that was practically suffocating him, causing you to let out a small moan yourself before teasing him about how loud he’s being. in response, you hear him struggle to muster out an apology, but that wouldn't matter…

noticing that you were wearing nothing else but an oversized shirt from tomas’ wardrobe, you mischievously smile down at the youngest lin kuei brother. his doe grey orbs looked  up at you, trying to clear the daze in his head to figure out what you were thinking.

though, the last thing you seen was his eyes widen slightly before you push your (his) shirt over his head, denying him to see anything– trapping him completely with your pussy. all you do is continue to moan and grind his face, telling him how good he was for still pleasuring you. 

while striving to snap that coil in your stomach, you completely stop your motions as tomas lets out an obscene, muffled whimper. you feel something from behind splat on your lower back and ass. looking back to see what happened, you couldnt help but giggle–

tomas was panting heavily from the way his chest heaved up and down, and his seed was spilled all over his stomach, which also landed on you… he truly was the cutest.

relief.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sub!Smoke x Dom!Reader

Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings: first person POV (no use of y/n), AFAB reader, oral sex (receiving and giving), face sitting, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, love bites, play fighting, mentions of past wounds, after care

A/N: So this is a pretty exciting fic for a few reasons! First, I've been a pretty life long Mortal Kombat fan but have never really been comfortable in my writing to actually do anything. Second, this is my first fully in first person fanfic! I've been writing self inserts for a decade (holy shit) and repeating "you" over and over again has lost it's big appeal. It felt nice actually having more pronouns to use. Third, this is my first cross posted fic on AO3. If you would like to read it there instead here's the link

“Welcome,” my sister, Harumi Shirai, announces to the handful of men bowing in front of us. “I’m honored you’ve called upon us in your time of need. May you find our home to your liking.” The man in yellow stood, fist clasped to his chest. His face was nearly unreadable with the large mask covering half of it. A harsh scar was carved over his right eye. 

“Thank you for your aid Lady Harumi,” his voice was gruff. Kuai Liang had changed considerably since I had seen him last. He was once a young teen, with a chip on his shoulder to be better than his brother Bi-Han. I was too young to truly speak to him. I was much more interested in my dolls than play fighting with the foreign ninjas. But I do remember that he was always polite, letting me babble at him during our dinners, even when Harumi begged me to not “embarrass” her. But what are little sisters for if not disobeying orders? 

I did not, however, recognize the man in gray next to Kuai Liang. Harumi had told me of an orphan that was brought in the former Lin Kuei Grandmaster’s family, Tomas Vrbada. I had never met him. By the time he was brought into the Lin Kuei, the family couldn’t safely travel from their region and our contact dissolved. 

Until now. 

When we received Kuai Liang’s plea for sanctuary, I was against it. The Lin Kuei had become volatile and I wanted no part of it. It was better to let the brothers war. It wasn’t our fight. But ultimately Harumi made the decision. “We can only grow in power with this addition,” she assured me. I trusted my sister completely but I worried childhood nostalgia was clouding her judgment. Seeing how few Lin Kuei made the journey didn’t ease my stress. They could be the greatest ninjas in the world but only fifteen of them would not stop the full might of Bi-Han once he appeared on our shores. 

“What is aid between childhood friends? Our families were once deeply intertwined, I only wish to regrow that.” Harumi bowed and I followed suit, lower than her as a better show of respect. “Now please!” Her voice titled in excitement. “Please follow us, I’m sure you are all hungry after your travels.” The Lin Kuei all shouted their thank you s before standing. I only caught a glance of Tomas, pale skin and gray mask, before turning to follow behind Harumi. I wanted to voice my worries, to get this nauseous anxiety out, but I feared being overheard. Kuai Liang caught up to Harumi and I. He gave a small incline of his head before engaging my sister in conversation. I understood his signal and drifted behind them. 

Clearly, Tomas also knew his position as second in command well because I found myself next to him. We walked in silence for a few moments, passing by our overflowing garden on the way to the dinning hall. “Hello,” Tomas said in a gentle voice. He didn’t offer his name, knowing that I most likely already knew exactly who he was. 

“Hello,” I returned. “I hope your journey was pleasant.” Tomas gave a small chuckle as we rounded a corner, the hall at the end of the path we were on. 

“It was stressful but we are thankful to have somewhere so beautiful to rest. I know Kuai Liang already said it, but we appreciate our new home and the kindness.” I glanced up at him, his blue eyes snagging mine. 

“I will pass your words onto Harumi, Tomas.” 

The door to the hall had been thrown open. Several tables were lined end to end, heavy with bowls of stews, plates of  fish, dishes of rice, and platters of vegetables. There were two cushions at the head of the table. Normally the Grandmaster and their spouse would sit there, as our parents did. But after their deaths, Harumi and I would take the head. Harumi hadn’t had much time to find a husband, despite the pressure from our family. I knew that Kuai Liang would most likely take the cushion next to Harumi so I took the second cushion directly to the left to stay next to my sister. 

Harumi cleared her throat before kneeling next to me. Silence immediately fell, all heads facing her. “If we may have a moment of silence for all the Lin Kuei who could not join us.” The silence was heavy with grief, for those dead and those who were still alive, but lost to Bi-Han’s ego. “Please enjoy the meal,” Harumi finally said. The men around us all launched forward, loading up their plates with any food in arms reach. Harumi and Kuai Liang settled next to each other. He had immediately pulled her into conversation. It was impressive how quickly he seemed to have her undivided attention. 

I filled my plate, eating slowly. That creeping anxiety hadn’t pulled away and my stomach was in knots. I appraised all the new men around us. Perhaps it was my own worry but they did not seem the gift Harumi tried to convince me they were. They were weary from travel, some with bandages around their arms or bruises blooming on their jaws. If rumors were to be believed, Bi-Han had come in contact with something so powerful that he was able to start this civil war. That idea had wormed deep into my brain and refused to leave. What was it? A weapon? A spell? An army? Whatever it was, these men weren’t ready for it. 

None of us were. 

The sound of my name drew my attention to the table around me. Harumi, her face annoyed, and Kuai Liang were looking at me. Kuai Liang was quite handsome without his mask. He seemed to have grown into the full lips and sharp cheekbones that I remembered, his face filling out with age. “Apologies, lost in my thoughts.” 

“I asked if you were well,” Kuai Liang’s voice was much smoother without his mask. “You look pale.” Harumi narrowed her eyes at me. The message was clear. Lie. She knew exactly what I was thinking of, how deep my anxiety was. 

“Yes,” I said with a forced laugh, “of course.” 

“We haven’t had visitors in such a long time, it seems to have intimidated her.” Harumi flashed a smile that seemed to distract Kuai Liang. I could still feel eyes on me and the fine layer of hair on my neck stood. My eyes darted down the table, searching for my watcher. But none of our guests were looking anywhere but at their food. Finally I glanced directly across from me, my eyes locking with Tomas’s. 

His eyes, stormy blue, were tracing my face, trying to see something in my features. So I looked unabashedly back at him. He had a small scar over his left eye, a longer one craving in a diagonal from his eyebrow along his forehead. His hair was closely cropped and smokey gray, a few strands of it falling across his face. His chest was broad, arms thick with muscles. That build was the only thing similar between the two men across from me. A body that told of brutal training and relentless battles. 

Once my eyes drank their fill of Tomas, I went back to my food. I knew he was still looking at me and a part of me wanted to know what he was searching so intensely for. But I stayed silent, letting the dinner wind down around me. Harumi and Kuai Liang kept their heads together, voices even as they spoke about housing and provisions. Once almost every plate was empty, my sister stood. “Everyone please, allow my sister to guide you to your rooms.” I glared at her. She never told me I was expected to do this. “We can talk later,” she whispered. She loved putting me on the spot like this, even when we were kids. If we were ever caught misbehaving, she would come up with a lie that only benefited her, leaving me to flounder under our Mother’s wrath. 

I took a deep breath before standing, straightening my robes as I did. “If you would follow me,” I said. I could hear the annoyance even in my own ears and so could Harumi. But the tone fell on deaf Lin Kuei ears as they all rose to their feet, thanking Harumi for her kindness and the food. I headed out the eastern door and along a quiet path. For the first time, I felt empty without my sword in my own home. I itched to have its comforting weight against my leg. Kuai Liang appeared next to me. “It’s good seeing you again. I know this isn’t the most ideal circumstance for us to meet again.” 

“No,” I say with a chuckle, “can’t say it is.” As much frustration I felt toward Harumi for allowing them here, I didn’t hate them. The Lin Kuei are fractured on the deepest level. Kuai Liang and Tomas must be heartbroken over the estrangement from their brother. I want them to have shelter and food, but I don’t want my family and home to be on the line for that to happen. “But it is good to see you again.” I reach the door to their temporary home. It was the old main house but was quickly outgrown as our clan formed some four hundred years ago. While it was effectively abandoned, it was still maintained for large groups of guests. “I apologize that it’s not very spacious, your men will have to share their rooms.” 

“Don’t worry,” Tomas said as he hovered behind his slightly shorter brother. “We are just grateful for any space.” I gave a small bow. 

“Then please make yourselves at home.” 

I never was able to talk to Harumi again until a fortnight later. She was intentionally avoiding me. I could never seem to pin her down. She was always with the Lin Kuei men, helping them settle into their new lodgings. She never invited me to join her in these conversations. I was always kept on the outside. I would see her at breakfast and dinner but then she would disappear. Even then we were never alone, joined by either Kuai Liang or some other clan elder, denying me the chance to speak freely. Frustration at being ignored and abandoned was starting to eat away at me. I spent hours in the courtyard, swinging my katana over and over and over again, until my arms screamed at me to stop. Then I would continue, relishing in this little bit of control. 

Sometimes I would feel the hairs along my neck rising. Everytime, I would turn my head and find Tomas walking away. The first few times, I was able to ease my paranoia, but soon it won. What could he possibly be looking at? Why does he always seem to be just in the corner of my vision? Maybe he was a spy sent by Bi-Han? All of these thoughts were swirling in my brain, sitting heavy in my stomach. 

It came to a head one late night. Harumi and I were finally alone together. She was looking over paperwork, body hunched to read the writing. I was sitting beside her with our ledger, checking our numbers. Paperwork was the least desirable portion of being a Grandmaster and the second in command. Most handed it off to others, too important for such remedial work. But our Father taught us that a Grandmaster was never better than even the lowest worker. “What’s bothering you so much sister? You’ve been training nonstop.” I pursed my lips, pen stopping mid-scratch. 

“There’s fifteen of them.” 

“I know,” she said simply.

“We are risking everything for fifteen men.” Harumi sighed, laying her own pen down, turning to look at me. Her expression was what one would wear to explain something very complicated to a too young child. My lip curled at the look. 

“We are stronger in numbers.” I snapped the ledger shut. 

“Fifteen stronger! What will that do when Bi-Han shows up to our home?” 

“You are letting fear cloud your perception.” I stood, papers fluttering to the floor in my wake. 

“And you are letting childhood love ,” I sneered the word, “cloud yours!” An indignant blush crawled up her cheeks. I may have been a child when I last saw Kuai Liang, but I wasn’t blind. The two of them had been attached at the hip anytime they were visiting. I had even caught them kissing once as I snuck to the kitchen for a sweet cake. 

“You’re being completely immature! This is exactly why I haven’t included you in any conversation with Kuai Liang. You are so ready to throw away the gift.” Frustration was starting to bubble into anger. 

“And why do we need them Harumi? When Father died our enemies descended on us. We were almost wiped out, and where were they!?” My voice was rapidly growing in volume, arms splayed out in question. The year after Father died was a nightmare. We were attacked from all sides, clans trying to absorb us while Harumi was desperate to become comfortable in her position as Grandmaster. While we were able to keep ourselves alive, too many men were lost to attacks. Then Mother died and we almost completely fell apart. Harumi and I still bear the horrible scars from our last grand battle. Harumi was able to walk away, the northern clan’s leader’s head clutched in her hand, but tensions had been weighing on us since. 

“We didn’t need their help!” she shot back, standing herself. “I handled it myself! I showed them that I wasn’t some weak woman to be taken advantage of!” 

“But we are being taken advantage of!” I shouted back, not caring who heard. “The Lin Kuei didn’t help us in our time of need, but we are supposed to help them in theirs?! Bi-Han will find them eventually and we will be slaughtered alongside them! They are a ticking bomb, Harumi! Why are you so willing to throw us in the line of fire for them? You’re delusional if you think they won’t run the second they find trouble!” 

“YOU ARE NOT GRANDMASTER SISTER!” She was screaming now, her voice bitter. “YOUR OPINION DOESN'T MATTER!” I recoiled back like she had slapped me. My ears rang. Even she blinked, clearly startled by her outburst, looking away from me. “I’m sorry,” she whispered eventually. Tears or anger and betrayal blurred my vision. 

“No you’re not,” I spit. I turned, not even sparing her another glance, and crossed the room. When I opened the door, I came nose to nose with Kuai Liang and Tomas. Kauai Liang’s hand was raised, like he was about to knock. Tears were searing down my cheeks and I didn’t care if they saw. I hated the look on their faces, pity and shock. “Get out of my way,” I snapped. The two men immediately parted and I shoved between them, perhaps too harshly, before walking away. I could hear my sister’s lowered voice, probably writing me off as some lunatic. 

My feet were carrying me somewhere, but my brain was spiraling too much to even track my surroundings. Harumi always knew exactly what to say to hurt me. She could be soft, kind and patient, but she could also rip my heart apart with just her words. It’s a special ability only siblings seem to share. My appointment as her second in command was set in stone once both our parents died. Harumi and I, in our combined grief, launched vicious attacks back at our enemies. I’ve done things for her that come back to me in terrible nightmares. We collaborated and moved together as a perfectly oiled machine. But, Harumi was always viewed as the better sibling. I tried to outshine her but could never top her accomplishments. That tiny shard of insecurity was never fully dislodged. She knew it. 

A cool breeze hit my tear stained cheeks. Only then did I realize I had found myself outside. As if pulled by an invisible thread, I drifted to the courtyard. Just picking up my katana made my body scream in protest. I ignored it. I swung the weapon in big arching swipes, allowing my weary arms to wake and stretch. Then I turned to face a wooden target. Like the snap of a string, rage rushed up my veins. With three brutal slashes, the target crumbled, wood clattering against the stone floor. My sword swung out, lobbing the head off the target to the right. I set to hacking it apart. My form was quickly crumbling, just becoming rage filled chops. I would have to work for hours to correct the damage to my blade but I didn’t care. Tears splattered to the ground under my feet. I slid my arms through my robes as sweat dripped down my face, leaving my chest only covered in my bra. The night was harsh on my sweaty skin but I refused to stop until all of the targets were destroyed. 

It was over too quickly. The wood bodies were splintered, jagged, and shattered in places from my brute force. My lungs burned as my chest heaved. A blister along my palm had burst in my fury. I glanced down at it, blood oozing from the ragged skin. Your opinion doesn’t matter. I squeezed my bleeding hand, nails biting into the tender skin. More targets.  

I was being watched.

I spun, pinning Tomas to the spot with my glare. He was under the overhang, hidden away from the bright moon. “Did you enjoy the show?” I wanted to scream at him, but my voice came out scratchy and broken. He approached slowly, like I was some wild animal about to snap at him. My hand squeezed my weapon and his steps stalled. 

“I’m sorry for watching,” he whispered, “I was just worried about you.” My blade swung up when he was in range, the tip pressing against his broad chest, just over his heart. He immediately stopped in his tracks and raised his hands in a sign of surrender. 

“I don’t need your pity.” I snapped. I pressed the blade just a bit into his chest. He winced but otherwise showed no reaction.

“I’m not offering pity.” Tomas carefully pushed my katana away from himself and I let the arm fall to my side without protest. Please,” he said, voice earnest. “Feel free to take your anger at the Lin Kuei out on me. Let me help in any way I can.” I paused, digesting his words. My blade makes a satisfying click as I snap it back into its scabbard. I undo the belt, placing it carefully on the ground. 

“I just want to fight. No magic. Don’t be easy on me.” Tomas just gives a simple nod. He must have expected this response. I stare at him for a moment, taking in that handsome face, before I launch at him. My arms ache too much to use so I go for a kick to his thigh. It’s a weak attempt and he catches my leg easily. With a rough yank, I lose my balance and fall to the ground, breath knocked from my lungs. Tomas doesn’t laugh or make fun of my pathetic fight. He just watches me, waiting to see what I do next. 

My free foot connects with his knee. He groans as his leg buckles. I take the opportunity to wiggle my leg from his grasp. I snap to my feet, fist swinging out. I had no target but it glanced off his jaw anyway. My knee rams into his stomach. He lets out a little gasp of air. I kick my leg under him and he crumples. 

I climb on top of him, catching his wrists, pinning them above his head. I was out of breath despite the short and uneventful fight. But my body already felt exhausted. Tomas is gazing at me again. It’s that same searching way I always catch him doing. His skin was nearly glowing in the moonlight as I took in his face. “Why do you look at me like that?” I demanded. 

“Because you’re beautiful.” The words caught me off guard. My heart was too raw to process them. 

“Don’t say that,” I hissed, “don’t you dare feel sorry for me.” I wanted to hold onto my fury, let it burn me from the inside out, but it was faltering under his unexpectedly kind eyes. 

“I don’t,” his voice is low, reassuring. My nails bit into his wrists as I squeezed them. He let out a whine of pain. “I promised to help. Whatever you want from me, you can take it.” My heart stumbled on its next beat. Now that the thick haze of anger had dissipated, I could smell him, smokey and warm. Against my better judgment, I leaned closer so our noses were nearly pressed together. Now I could hear the short bursts of his breath. 

“Anything?” I could see his throat bob as he swallowed. “What if I’m not nice?” His eyes widened at the dark edge in my voice. The tip of his tongue flashed out, wetting his dry lips. I watched it intently. 

“I will take whatever you give me.” 

“If it’s ever too much,” I breathed, my lips brushing against his, “tell me. Don’t feel obligated to continue.” He gave a tiny nod. 

My lips crashed against his. He groaned at my intensity and I drank the sound down greedily. I let my hands wander his arms, feeling every muscle and vein. One hand wove into his soft hair while the other laid softly on his throat. I didn’t squeeze, just let the fingers rest. I could feel his pulse racing under them. With his arms freed, he wrapped them around my back, pulling me tight against him. 

It had been so long since I’d kissed anyone. I wasn’t sure I even knew how to do it anymore. Being so ‘important’ seemed to scare most men away. Even if all I wanted was one fun night, they felt some responsibility to act like a potential husband. So I reveled in the feeling of Tomas under me, his lips trying to keep up with mine, his tiny pants as I overpowered him. I snagged his bottom lip with my teeth and I bit down until I tasted copper. He moaned, blunt nails digging into my bare back. His hips bucked under me and I ground against them. I licked his lip apologetically before wiggling it into his mouth. It was intoxicating how much control he was allowing me. I alternated between squeezing the sides of his neck and yanking his hair. All he could do was whimper into me. The sound alone was driving me crazy, hips rolling over his quickly hardening cock. Heat was slowly being dropped into my veins and I was growing overwhelmed with all the sensations. 

I finally broke away, gulping down harsh lungfuls of air, sitting up straight. Tomas was bright pink. His lips were bruised and puffy, covered in our combined spit. The sight brought a drunken smile to my face. He returned it with a dazed look in his eyes. “Too much?” He shook his head.

A chill breeze whistled through the courtyard and I shivered. Instantly, his calloused hands were rubbing my arms, trying to combat the cold. In the lusty haze I was under, I didn’t truly understand how exposed we were. It may have been the dead of night, but servants moved at all hours. “Let’s go to my room.” When I stood up and my thighs pressed together, I could feel how soaked my panties were. Tomas rose to his feet gingerly. With one glance, I saw why. His cock was hard , jutting out from between his legs, impossible to hide in his loose fabric pants. It looked…big. But instead of being intimidated like I should have been, I felt more excited. I slid my arms back through the top of my robes to cover myself the best I could. I grabbed Tomas’s hand, using it to guide him inside to my quarters. He followed behind me without protest or even a word, just tangled his fingers with mine. 

Thankfully, I had my own section of the main house so I wouldn’t have to worry about seeing her right now. I’m not sure Tomas could handle me if I did. Once in my room, I flicked on my bedside table lamp before I turned on the ninja. “Strip.” He did instantly, undoing buckles, ties, and knots in mere seconds. The first thing I noticed was his chest. Scars littered it, some old and white, where others were new, still raw and pink. There was light dusting of gray hair across the skin as well. The hair became darker and more pronounced as it collected in a line under his belly button, trailing my eyes down… no. I’ll look later . I moved my gaze back to his abdomen, taking in the planes of muscles across them. His arms, so thick and strong, hung loosely at his side. Like a predator, I circled him to look at his back. This skin was also just as covered in scars. I itched to touch them, to ask their stories, but I refrained. I could explore them once we’re done. His fists clenched. 

I came back to face him, finally allowing myself to look down. His cock was completely flushed. It was thick and a small bolt of worry struck down my spine. It looked like he could split me in half if I wasn't careful. A small bead of white oozed from the tip, splattering onto the floor. I watched its descent and my grin only grew when I saw the collection of drops on the floor. “ Aw ,” I teased, reaching out to trail my hand across his broad chest. He shivered under my touch. “Just some kissing got you so hard?” I knew I didn’t have much of a leg to stand on. I was practically dripping. His heavy gaze wasn’t helping my state either. I could almost feel him undressing me with his eyes, their hunger clear. “Have you been thinking about me like this? Thinking about my lips around you?” My fingers danced down his chest, landing at the base of his cock. I explored him with feather light touches, never doing anything to give him any pleasure. His eyebrows knit together, mouth opening on pitiful pants. “Thinking about having me under you, moaning your name, begging you to keep fucking me? How wet I would feel around this big dick?” An adorable blush was spreading across his neck and face. I pulled my hand away and he whined but I only gave him my prettiest smile. My hand instead went to his wrist, pulling him to my bed. I used both my hands on his shoulders to force him to sit. I wedged myself between his legs, savoring him gazing up at me. The tip of his cock was pressed against his stomach, smearing precum on the skin. 

“Answer my question Tomas,” his breath hitched at the sound of his name. “How often do you think about fucking me?” 

“Every night, every day, all the time.” His voice is shaky, knuckles turning white in his fists. I knew he was waiting for permission to touch me but I wouldn’t give it. Not yet at least. “I wake up so hard it aches.” I hummed in sympathy, hands going to the sash holding my robes shut. I take my time undoing it, knowing I have Tomas’s undivided attention. 

“Do you dream about me? What do you see?” I prompt, pausing my undressing. 

“Yes, I can only seem to dream about you.” He chews his lip, looking too ashamed to continue. I finally undo the knot at my side and allow my robe to fall from my shoulders, the fabric pooling at my ankles. His eyes snap to my body. I can feel the trail of his gaze as if he was touching me. With deliberate movements, I reach behind me, snapping my bra open, the fabric joining my robe on the floor. “ Ah ,” he whispers, abandoning his fists all together, gripping his thighs instead, nails digging into the tender skin. 

“You aren’t good at answering my questions Tomas. Don’t get distracted.” My hand grips his chin, forcing his eyes back to mine. “What do you dream about? If you tell me, I’ll let you touch all the places you want.” His face lit up at the deal but he was clearly fighting embarrassment. “Tomas,” I purr, palm moving to his neck again. His eyes grew heavy, almost closing. “Be a good boy,” he whimpers unabashedly at the nickname and at the squeeze I give his throat. 

“Okay,” he stutters. “They always change. Sometimes I’m in control, other times you have me pinned down. I,” he licks his dry lips again, “I think I like the ones where you are in control more.” 

“Good,” I hum, letting his neck go. “What do I do in those dreams?” 

“You edge me, make me beg to come,” his voice is a whisper. “I do, I beg and beg until I’m crying. Sometimes I wake up before you let me. Those are the worst days. I feel frustrated and too turned on to function even when I get off multiple times. One day I couldn’t even leave my room in fear I would see you and beg you to let me fuck you. I knew it would scare you.” I remembered that day. It was odd to not be watched while training and his absence was obvious at breakfast and dinner. Kuai Liang said he wasn’t feeling well. I was curious what Tomas actually told his brother. My thumbs catch the waistband of my panties. With eyes like a hawk, his eyes snapped to the movement. I tsk like a disappointed parent. “I’m sorry,” he breathes.

“What do you do in the dreams where you're the dominant one? Are you as mean as I am?” He shook his head. I could tell he was desperate to look, to touch, to taste. Selfishly, I loved forcing him to wait, loved watching him squirm under my control. 

“No, you usually feel too,” he cleared his throat, “too good for me to stop. I always drown in how good you taste.” My hands ease my panties down but Tomas keeps his eyes on me. They dropped with an obscene splat on the hardwood. 

“You have a very vivid imagination,” I tease, cupping his cheek with my left hand. “Do I live up to it?” His hands hesitantly raise, his eyes pleading. “I won’t bite, too hard at least.” Then his hands were everywhere. My hips, my thighs, even the back of my knees weren’t immune to his touches or his gaze. He traveled up my torso, tracing my own scars with delicate caresses, his lips now joining his hands. I climbed onto his lap to allow him better access to my chest. I could feel his hard member against my hip. His lips lingered under my breasts before taking one hard nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, his free hand teasing the other bud. I moaned at the contact, hips jerking. He took my noise as encouragement and increased the speed of his tongue. I tugged the finger teasing my nipple away, placing it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. He lets out a muffled gasp, eyes flashing to mine. I smiled, “you look so handsome like this,” I purred around his finger. I stuck my tongue out, making a big show of licking it, before letting his hand go. He squeezed his eyes shut, wet finger going back to my nipple. “ Aw, ” I mumble, tugging lightly on his hair, “why are you hiding from me?” 

“Don’t want to come too soon ,” he murmurs. I lift his head so I can press soft kisses to his flushed cheeks. 

“How quick can you get hard again?” I whispered. 

“For you,” Tomas whined, “probably minutes.” I hummed in approval, teeth dragging along his neck, leaving small nips along the sensitive skin. It only took one light push for him to fall back against the bed. He propped himself on his elbows, big chest heaving. I turned my attention to his long neglected dick. I could see a long ridge along its underside, a thick vein on the left side. My fingers dipped between my legs and easily coated my fingers in my own slick. I traced the vein with my index finger, before closing my hand around it, giving a few experimental squeezes. His lip trembles at the feeling. 

“You’ve been so good,” I say, arm beginning to pump over him, “but I’m not done with you.” He nodded his head, blue eyes pinned to my hand. “I would feel bad leaving you so hard.” A trail of spit dribbles from my mouth and my hand spreads it as it gains speed. He lets out a shaky breath, knuckles going white again. Under me, I can feel how tense his thighs are. The sound of my name in his fragile voice makes my skin prickle. 

“Hands feel so ah good,” Tomas pants. With another blob of spit, I quicken my pace. He flops back onto the bed, the sheets clutched in his fists. His tense control seems to crumble a bit as his hips begin to thrust up into my hand. “ I’m not going to last ,” he mumbles, a hint of an accent creeping into his words. He’s too lost in the squeeze of my hand that he doesn’t notice me climbing off his thighs to kneel in front of him. But he does notice when my tongue licks a long stripe up the underside of him. He makes a strangled noise, far too loud for the late hour. But I didn’t chide him and just eased his length into my mouth. He tastes just a little bitter but there’s something strangely addicting about it. His cock is heavy on my tongue and the corners of my lips stretch to accommodate his girth. My mouth and hand work in tandem, not leaving an inch of him uncovered. He begins to mumble my name, voice raw and reverent, little gasps in between each of his words. My clit throbs at the sound of him. I reach between my legs and begin to circle the neglected bud. I’m not particularly nice to it, chasing the high of an orgasm at any cost. Fingers snake into my hair but he doesn’t force my head down. My eyes ease open to look at him, only to find him staring right back. 

That’s when the dam breaks. His back arches, the hand in my hair becoming a vice to hold my head still as his hips jerk into my mouth, a mess of thank yous and my name tumbling from him. Hot ropes of cum shoot into my throat and I gag at the sheer amount of it. He seems to come for an eternity, cock twitching constantly as more and more liquid spills into me. I swallow down as much as I can but some still leaks onto him. Finally, his body relaxes and my hair is released. I ease off him, panting. 

A quiet moment passes between us as I rest my head on Tomas’s thigh. I could feel the exhaustion from my slaughter of the wooden targets starting to creep up on me. Once my own breathing is under control, I trail sticky kisses up his torso, lingering on his stomach and his pecs, before I settle my hips on his chest, knees on either side of his head. His eyes still look dazed and he has a dumb smirk on his face. “Good?” I muse, combing his sweaty hair out of his eyes. “As good as your dreams?” 

“So much better,” he replies. 

“More?” My voice sounds a little unsure. But Tomas just grins like I offered him a divine gift. 

“I said you can take whatever you want. If you need more, I’ll give you anything.” My own blush crawls up my cheeks. His eyes soften as he tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. “I meant what I said before, you are so beautiful.” 

“It’s just the endorphins.” Tomas opens his mouth to argue but I pinch his chin between my fingers, “tongue out.” He does as I command without complaint. I wiggle my hips up so my pussy is right over his mouth. I can feel his tongue pressed against the tender skin but he doesn’t move it. I brace one hand behind me and give a tentative roll of my hips. Goosebumps ripple over my skin. He moans into me and the vibrations make my toes curl. “Do I taste as good as you imagined?” He nods, tongue dragging through my folds as he does, nose bumping my aching clit. I roll my hips a few more times but can’t seem to reach the high I’m close to. “ Mm, I did say you could touch whatever you wanted, so be good and impress me.” His arms lock around my thighs, hands splayed on my hips, urging me to press harder down on his face. I do, one hand in his hair and the other braced on the bed. 

Then he starts. His tongue is desperate, hitting every sensitive area I have. It lashes as my clit, swirling in tight circles, then it moves into me, curling in search of my g-spot. “Oh,” I gasp. The intensity nearly takes my breath away. As his tongue delves into me again, his nose digs into my clit. It’s my turn to whimper as my hips grind against him. He gives an approving moan. My thighs squeeze tight around his head at the feeling. I was already close after my own hasty masturbation. “Stay just like that,” I pant. His tongue becomes rigid in me. “Fuck, good boy.” He hums at the praise. I bare down on him, circling my hips however feels best. I eventually find a position that makes my eyes roll back and I start to fuck myself on his tongue. My sliver of shame at using him like a sex toy disappears when his own moans get louder than mine. He just feels too good to not use. I can’t imagine he can breathe well, if at all, but I can feel him pulling me down even harder. My juices and his spit coats my thighs. The lewd sounds of my wetness filled my ears. A heavy heat is pooling deep in my stomach. “Tomas,” I whimper. My nails bite into his scalp, “so close. Such a, oh fuck,” my words are cut off as that heat finally rushes through me. 

It’s a swift and intense orgasm that leaves me trembling over him. His tongue slips from inside me and starts to happily lap up the mess I’ve made. It prolongs the sensations and I mewl at the overstimulation. I try to lift my hips but he refuses to let go, even shaking his head in denial. “ Ah! You’re going to kill me,” I giggle. I felt light, giddy at the intense relief. It had been too long since I last came, let alone had someone to do it for me. I ease open my eyes to look at the man between my legs and see his eyes already open, pupils blown wide. To my horror, his skin has a slight purple hue to it. With a rough yank, I push his head away while lifting my hips. He sucks in harsh gasps of air.

“Sit back down,” Tomas pleads, “tastes so good .” I laugh, collapsing to my side, head hitting my pillows. My leg lingers on his shuddering chest and he runs a shaky hand over my ankle. Even from my position and poor lighting, I can see the glisten all over his face. Another comfortable silence passes. My eyes start to feel heavy, that exhaustion creeping up on me again. “More?” I shift my eyes to between his legs. He was not lying about only needing a few minutes. 

“More.” He lifts my leg closer to his soaked face, trailing feather light kisses along my ankle and calves. He adjusts himself to a crouch, laying more kisses on my skin. I giggle and instinctively jerk my leg when he finds a ticklish spot at the back of my knee. Then the slow progress goes up my legs, hips, ribs, between my breasts, then finally my neck. “Great, now I’m all sticky,” I tease. He braces himself on either side of my head. 

“You sound like an angel when you laugh.” His voice is tender as his lips ghost against my ear. My hands set to exploring his chest, lingering on the scars. I turn my head to capture his lips. The kiss is soft, all the desperate hunger from the courtyard gone. I savor the taste of me on his lips. My arms drape over his shoulders as I draw him closer. I can feel the heavy weight of his hard cock on my stomach. I pull away, pressing my damp forehead against his. 

“Be careful with me,” I breathe. His eyebrows knit together in sudden worry. 

“Are you…?” His voice trails off in question. 

“No, no,” I assure, giving him a small peck for good measure. “It’s just been a while and you’re,” I search for a better word but find none, “thick.” A smug smile parts his lips. It only makes his features more attractive. I find myself grinning back. 

“Of course I will,” he promises. Much to my dismay, he leans away, sitting back on his ankles. He drinks in the sight of me before him. “ Fuck,” his voice is almost quiet enough for me to miss. I feel like I’m on the operating table, that he’s a doctor examining for anything remotely interesting. His calloused palms push my thighs apart to expose more to his hungry eyes. “So wet,” he hums, his thumbs spreading my folds open. 

“Tomas.” His attention immediately snaps to my face. “Start fingering me so you can fuck me. I’m not a very patient person. You can have your fill of looking at me later.” He cards his fingers through my slick, wedging two fingers into me, stopping at his second knuckle. I bite my lip on a moan, back arching. My hips push against his hand, fingers sinking deep into me. They curl and begin to pump inside me. I whine at how wet I sound and my eyes drift close. His fingers are dexterous, rubbing my sensitive walls perfectly. “More,” I choke, hips desperately pushing against his hand. 

“Say please.” My eyes snap open to find him with another self-satisfied grin. I can’t stop my own smile and hold out my hands, motioning for him to come closer. He does, free hand braced next to my head. I slather his neck in kisses, my tongue darting out, sucking a harsh hickey in the crux of his neck. He gasps at the sudden intensity. 

“ Please,” I pitifully moan into his ear. He instantly slips a third finger in me. My laughter mixes with my sigh of pleasure. He’s so easy to toy with. “Only needed one please?” 

“Quiet,” he grumbles. As if in retaliation, his fingers ease out of me. I pout and he flicks my bottom lip. I snag the digit with my teeth and bite down playfully. Then I feel the head of his dick press against my empty hole, his slick fingers coating his length the best he could. “Do you need more time?” I shake my head. The hand next to my head reached down to grasp mine, slotting our fingers together. “Deep breath,” the word is dragged out into a shuddering breath as he sinks into me, hips flush against mine. “ Oh my god.” 

“F-fuck,” I whimper, eyes squeezed shut. He’s completely overwhelming, pushing against any sensitive area I could possibly have. I can even feel the ridge along the underside of him pressing into my walls. A moment passes while we adjust to each other, bodies still. “ More. Please Tomas, more.” This time my voice lacks its previous theatrical pleading. His lips trap mine in a desperate kiss while his hips start at a torturously slow pace. I let his tongue plunder my mouth, not even trying to take control again. I grip his hair before my nails rake down his neck to his broad shoulder. He hisses at the sting. “ Faster,” I gasp through the clash of our lips. He does without complaint. He cradles my hips with both arms as he pounds into me. The new angle makes me finally break our kiss and I gasp out his name. 

“So wet,” Tomas mumbles, words slurring, “so warm. Fuck .” He nuzzles his face in my neck to leave behind his own love bites. He leaves a particularly harsh one along my collarbone that makes my back arch into his sweaty chest. He litters my chest in kisses as he moves to the other side of my neck. There he scatters more marks, creeping all the way up my neck. I slither my hand between my legs, trying to ease the burn of my clit. He buries himself deep into me and then stops. 

“ No, no, no,” I babble, grinding my hips against him. He once again leans back. With a small slap to my hand, he replaces it with his own. He lifts one of my legs up, laying it against his chest, before easing forward, bending me nearly in half. Then he starts fucking me. It’s harsh and rough, his thumb punishing the bundle of nerves under it. “ Tomas!” My voice is loud and brittle. My toes curl and my stomach tightens. Heat is building quickly. I’m sure if anyone passed by they would be able to clearly hear the wet slaps of our hips. 

“You’re squeezing me so much,” he groans as a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead. I’m moaning unabashedly now, being far too loud. But he’s just so big . Now I can feel him twitching constantly inside me. It’s almost too much. The heavy weight of him. The way he can’t miss the spongy spot inside me. His thumb making harsh, wet circles over my clit. Even the slight smell of smoke and sweat on him is driving me higher. My eyes squeeze together, trying to focus on one sensation at a time. 

I fail. I alternate between crying out his name and expletives before the heated coil inside me shatters. “ Tomas! I-fuck-I,” I can’t even get the words out before I’m coming. My mouth falls open on a silent scream, hips recklessly bouncing against his. He keeps his rapid pace so it prolongs the orgasm to near discomfort. 

“Look at me,” Tomas’s voice is shaking. Through my shuddering, I manage to open them and take him in. He’s pink again, hair slicked back with sweat. A tear oozes down my cheek as overstimulation begins to set in. “ Just a little more ,” he assures and I drunkenly nod back. His hips are still harsh but they are losing this pace. He removes his thumb from my clit which provides much needed respite. The way his ragged voice curls around my name nearly makes me come again. “ Just a little-“ After one final push, he buries himself deep into me with a guttural groan, his cum filling me to the brim. 

We both still, chests heaving, breaths choppy. We don’t speak for several minutes, letting the afterglow fade. His fingers on my face is what draws my eyes back open. I hadn’t even realized they had closed. “Do you have a rag in here?” I reach to my bedside table and produce a box of tissues. 

“These right now,” I mutter. “We can get the towel in a moment. You cum too much.” My throat itches. Not a good sign for my volume levels. 

Tomas gives a weak smile. “Feel too good.” He plucks three from the box before slips from me. I can feel a wave of liquid dribble down my thighs. He sets to diligently cleaning me, being careful to avoid my most tender areas. A sizable pile of discarded tissue appears on the bed. “Towel?” I point at the door to my left. He goes to it and finds my attached bathroom. I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. My body felt like jelly. A lukewarm towel rubs away most of the sticky mess. “Curl your knees in, I’m going to sit you up.” I do as I’m told, not even thinking about questioning it. His strong arms work under mine, hoisting me up straight. I can feel the towel under my hips. “Just sit here so most of it can drain out. I’m going to get you some water, okay?” I give a weak nod. He presses a loving kiss to my temple. 

I don’t remember him leaving, only him returning. “Here,” I open my blurry eyes and take the offered cup. The water is crisp and I can feel it working through my chest. Tomas stands awkwardly by the bed. He had only put on his pants. I could see my one lone hickey along with a few trails of my nails. 

“You’ll have to let me give you more marks,” I point out, “we’re uneven.” He hums in agreement. Keeping one hand on my shoulder so he didn’t send me backwards, he removed the towel from under me. “Just toss it in the bathroom, clean later.” He does as instructed. I settled back in my pillows, crawling under my waiting sheets. I see him starting to gather up his clothes. “Aren’t you going to stay?” He genuinely looks surprised but gladly strips back down to his underwear, crawling next to me. I barely even laid my head down on his chest before I was asleep. 

I woke up very late the next day. Afternoon sun pierces through the blinds, nearly blinding when I open my eyes. Tomas was still asleep next to me, his breathing deep and even. He looks so relaxed, so soft in sleep. He's far too handsome for his own good. We were tangled together and in the sheets. I’m able to wiggle free and sneak on wobbly legs to the bathroom. As I pass my bedroom door, I notice someone had placed a tray on my desk. It was laden with food. My stomach gave an excited growl. I noticed a note next to a bright red tea cup in the corner of the tray. Curious, I lift it and read:

Sister, the red cup is yours. The last thing we need is a baby to take care of.

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