#subzero x y/n

[itjazzbicch]

Melting Hearts

Pairing: Husband!Bi Han x Wife!Fem Reader

Summary: Seeing Bi Han injured for the first time when he returns from his duties, the reader is the first to help him even though he decides to be stubborn at first, but slowly melts as the reader tends to his wounds and expresses her worries and love for him…

Requested by: @belle-oftheball34 (I hope you enjoy it!)

Warnings: mentions of blood, Bi Han is injured

Word Count: .7k

“Move, I’m fine!”

“But Grandmaster, your wound!”

Bi Han was so stubborn sometimes, returning to the temple, blood dried on the side of his head, holding his ribs.

“Bi Han-“ Seeing him like this had tears swelling in my eyes. I’d never seen him in such a state.

He always worried me when he went out for missions and coming back like this, refusing help? I wouldn’t allow him to limp around.

“Bi Han, come with me,” Everyone moved away from us as I took his hand, Bi Han’s eyes beaming at me:

“I said I’m f-fine-“

Stuttering on his words and groaning in pain, I didn’t care how much he wanted to tell himself that he was okay when he clearly wasn’t.

“Stop being so stubborn and let me help you,” I sniffled but was firm; He still decided limped away with me following, we got away from everyone’s sight and he finally dropped his tough act, letting me help him as I placed his arm around my shoulder, leading him to our bedroom.

It was easy to see that his ribs were bothering him, so I made sure to be as gentle as possible, sitting him down on the bed and helping him get out of his clothes.

“Stay here while I go get something’s to patch you up, okay?”

“Fine,” He sighed, groaning in pain, but stayed still.

I returned with some wraps for his ribs, gazes and a bowl of warm, soapy water to clean his cut.

Beginning to wrap his ribs carefully, he was fighting louder groans of pain, kissing the top of his head as I finished with that toughest part.

“I’m all done with your ribs. Now, be careful laying back. You can try to relax while I finish up, okay?”

Nodding and holding his breath, I delicately guiding him to his back on the bed, making sure the pillow was holding his head upright; he kept huffing, taking deep breaths and hissing at his ribs and I tried to be as helpful as I could, cooing and kissing the top of his head:

“I’m going to take good care of you. I know it hurts, but I have you, love.”

“I know,” He inhaled, closing his eyes as I took the warm, soapy rag, cleaning away the blood, making sure his wound was cleaned so it could begin to heal.

“Please be more careful the next time you know you’re going to face danger. You worry me till I’m sick, sometimes,” I whispered as I covered the cut, kissing it softly, “I know you’re strong, but I can’t help but worry about you.”

“They got lucky,” He growled, holding his ribs; I didn’t know exactly what happened, but regardless, he came back injured.

“I love you, Bi Han,” Connecting a deep gaze, I needed him to know how much I cared for him, ”And I hate seeing you this way. I know it’s hard given your responsibilities and the many challenges you face, but I worry every second you’re gone. I don’t ever want to lose you or see you hurt.”

The tears that were built up began to leak out, cleaning my face, quickly looking as he took my hand.

“You won’t lose me, dear,” He was confident in his words, squeezing my handle softly as he whispered, “I love you too.”

Bi Han didn’t express his feelings with words so directly. He didn’t say, ‘I love you’, often. I knew that he did, but hearing him say it always filled me with joy.

My tears faded with a small smile as he pulled me close to him, kissing me softly. I wanted to hold onto his kiss for as long as I could, but knew he needed rest, kissing one last time before I picked myself up, “I love you so much, Bi Han. You’ll be feeling better soon. I’ll make sure of it.”

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome

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Bi-Han x Reader MK1 Intros

You’d think Bi-Han’s my favorite brother with the way I’m always talking about him. He’s actually not. My favorite is Kuai Liang, but moving on-. I’ve seen multiple people do this and I love a trend. Concept is you are his partner but don’t agree with his whole murdering his father and betraying his brothers thing😃. We’re gonna put on our delulu goggles and say he actually loves you and wants you by him.

Y/N: you broke your brothers' hearts Bi-Han

Bi-Han: You have always cared for them more 

Bi-Han: A good partner would be loyal

Y/N: A better husband would deserve it

Y/N: You made vows to me!

Bi-Han: And I made oaths to my clan

Y/N: I thought our vows meant something 

Bi-Han: compared to the ones I made to my clan, they are meaningless 

Bi-Han: Stay by my side 

Y/N: I want to, but I can't 

Y/N: Stop this meaningless violence 

Bi-Han: All of this is for my clan 

Bi-Han: Don't make me hurt you

Y/N: You already have Bi-Han

Y/N: You let your father die?

Bi-Han: He was leading the Lin Kuei to ruin!

Y/N: If you would let your father die, what would you do to me?

Bi-Han: Your faith in me is that little?

Y/N: I love you

Bi-Han: Then stay beside me 

Bi-Han: I'm doing this us

Y/N: You're doing this out of greed 

#bi han #bi han sub zero #bi han x reader #subzero #subzero x reader #bi han mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mk1 x reader #mk1 intros #bi han intro #bi han x y/n #can we pls discuss how big his arms are

[thisonehere]

YOU!!!!!! YES YOU!!! I LOVE YOU AND I'M OBSESSED WITH YOUR WRITING😩😩😩 (sorry for the rude "YOU" 😅 I got excited)

I had a new idea for a request but first here's a question, do you write about mk11?

If do to I have this....Okay what about old characters (not old old but old age y'know 😆) reacting to fem reader reader calling them "peepaw" and "Daddy"? In that way yk yk 🥴like this day she called them peepaw and another called them daddy, How will they react? (Raiden, hanzo hasashi, Kuai liang, shang tsung, fujin, old man johnny Cage, kano and erron black) they are all old Daddy's y'know😏

What do you think and yeah thank you again about the pet-owner reader IT WAS AMAZING, I SWEAR TO GOD I WAS SCREAMING 😆😆😆😆 so loud that my mother called me crazy 😂

A/n: Omg, Staaaawwwp, you're making me blush lol *mouthes for you to keep going*

Anyway, yes I do.. That reminds me, I should really update my rules on my blog. Eh, I'll do it later.

C/w: Age gaps, sexual inuuendos, daddy-kink

Raiden

The god has dedicated his entire existence to the preservation of Earthrealm since its inception. So, as you can imagine, he's old as shit. But Raiden never paid mind to this though, he never put much into anything concerning himself, to be frank. It is a miracle that the two of you even got together considering how busy he is.

The way you switch from "Peepaw" to "daddy" is so strange. Truly You Earthrealm mortals are so strange yet fascinating at the same time. Raiden always looks at you weirdly when you say this.

When you call him things like "peepaw", he finds it odd to hear that word. Especially since it's coming from you. You say it lightly as a joke, but he help but get into an existential crisis. He is old isn't he? He was here since the beginning of Earthrealm, before you or you family tree even began.

(If you're mortal) You will eventually grow old and die, but him, he will still be here until the end (unless he is killed of course). He uses this as an excuse to remain distant from you, he'll outlive you, so why bother if you're going to die anyway.

When you call him things like "daddy", he finds it even more weird. He is not your father, why would you call him such a thing? Unless of course there's something you're not telling him.

Do you mean this in a sexual manner? Why? If you find it arousing to think of him as a parental figure then he is deeply concerned about you. But, while saying that, it makes him feel...something else as well. He wishes you would address him as a "Peepaw" instead because he finds these feelings worrying.

The moment you do this, Raiden always falls silent. He doesn't know how to react, the idea of viewing him in that light makes him feel so flustered and...and...

"Um, Raiden?"

"I-I Must consult with the Elder Gods!"

Honzo Hasashi

This man has been through a lot. From the murder of his family and clan, the years spent as a Spectre, and his latter years as the new grandmaster of the Shirai Ryu. He was aware of his advanced age, but he had never cared. He in fact was grateful that he lived so long. And he's grateful that he met you.

So, when you call him "Peepaw" he is amused. Yes, he is old, isn't he? He has lived his second life far longer than he has ever anticipated to be here so long. A younger him would've been much more offended by this remark, but he's a "peepaw", not so young anymore. He spent so long angry and revenge-seeking, everything seemed so silly and embarrassing looking back at things. He takes your joke with pride gives a slight smirk and a chuckle and moves on.

Now, when you call him "Daddy", that is a whole 'nother response. The man was married, rest assured he can very much understand most sexual teasing and such. He thinks it strange that you refer to him as a father in such a sexual manner, considering he also had a kid. He wants to find it attractive, but the fact that you know, father, that is very difficult.

Whenever you go to him and call him that, he tries to play along. He attempts to get flirtatious but then the image of his dead son flashes before his eyes. It makes him feel gross as a result. He also feels guilt, for he remembers his wife, Harumi, he can't but feel like he's betraying her by doing this with you. "Y/n, please, never speak to me like that...ever..."

Kuai Liang

Though he is the youngest brother Kuai Liang has grown in many ways that exceed his brother. He was Cyborg, rebuilt the Lin Kuei, and saved Earthrealm from the Kotal Kahn attack. As he has gone on these adventures, you and him met.

It was obvious that he was an older man and you were much younger than him. But you never really much of a fuss about it. Actually, you joked about it quite a lot, calling him "Peepaw" and other things pertaining to his age. He takes being called "Peepaw" very well.

He smiles and shakes his head as he tries not to laugh that much. But he's very cute when he does.

His brother Bi-Han would've been much more offended by this, but Kuai, as we know, is a very cool and level-headed man. The way you joke about your relationship actually makes him take the age gap less seriously. He prefers you call him Peepaw as opposed to Daddy.

When you calm him Daddy he immediately gets taken by surprise. The man is gagged. he can only just stare at you, still processing what you just said and unaware of how to respond. He tries to retain his composure as he attempts to give you a stern expression, but he fails to fight off the blush on his face or put to together a cohesive sentence. He is at a loss for words. Finally, he just gives up and laughs.

Shang Tsung

The sorcerer has been known to have his age fluctuate many times. Sometimes he's young, other times, and most of the time, he's an old man. He is an old man most of the time and he hates it. You and him met when he was an old man, you were with him when he revitalized himself. He hates whenever you bring up his older body but he also loves the age gap between you for some concerning reason.

He has always been a smug man, it takes special skill and understanding of him to make him lose his cool. For him, it's calling him anything that involves looking down on him or calling him old. He doesn't appreciate you referring to him as "Peepaw". the moment those words leave your lips is one of instant regret. You watch his calm face scrunch into one of anger and disgust

"PEEPAW!!!" He said, snapping his neck to you. "Pee...paw..." rage boiling within him. You back away in surprise and growing fears build up within you. You try to laugh it off and explain that it was a joke. Tsung is usually a cool man, hiding his true feelings under a heartless and apathetic persona. But when it comes to comments like this "Pipsquek" burns him like a blazing iron. "Call me that again...and I cannot ensure your safety...I'd hate to disarray such a lovely form"

Now Daddy, on the other hand, he quite likes that. The moment you say it, he turns to you with a grin and raises an eyebrow. It is both charming and amusing to him. His arm wraps around you as his hands are down to the small of your back. "That's right, and you'll be a good girl for Daddy, won't you?"

He prefers you call him Daddy from then on. Just never call him Peepaw ever again...I'm serious...don't.

Fujin

Despite being here for centuries, Funjin still retained quite a youthful appearance as opposed to his brother who chose a more mature form. Also opposed to Raiden, Funjin has a very light-hearted and fun personality.

You met while he was travelling, he enjoys being around mortals, watching them live their lives, something that feels so short and delicate. You intrigued him, with your smile, your gentle skin, your naughty nature.

You never realized he was a god or his age until he casually revealed it one day. One day you were just hanging out and he was just like "Oh, right, I'm a god by the way." And after that point, it's been weird between you two. You realize just how powerful he is and how important he is to the universe...as well as the fact he is centuries older than you.

Fujin doesn't take this much seriously and it takes you some time to get used to it. Afterwards, you start to joke about his age a lot and Fujin has always found it adorable when you did it.

So when you refer to him as Peepaw he immediately finds it amusing and smiles at you. His smile is filled with life and charm despite his age. He might be old, but at least he isn't an old stick in the mud like his brother. "I find comfort in knowing that I am your favourite peepaw."

Fujin finds "daddy" a strange thing. It's both used to address someone as "father" but also can be used to mean...other things. The moment you call him it, he gives a confused look as he gives a light chuckle as his cheeks begin to flush. "I have been a woman as well, so I am a mother too," he says with a chuckle.

Johnny Cage

This actor's beautiful face has graced the silver screen for years. He is lauded across multiple countries as amazing and hot even after all these years, the man has aged gracefully though there have been rumours that he had work done, but these are obviously bogus.

You two met while on set for one of his movies. He didn't know what you were doing and he didn't care, he liked you so you started hanging out.

He was considerably older than you. He had a daughter that was no doubt closer to you in age than you were to him. And there has been news coverage talking about this age gap. But neither of you seemed to care about this, you just loved spending time with each other.

When you call him things like Peepaw Johnny can't help but laugh. Neither of you took his age seriously so you both have a good laugh at this and and move on. He might have an old accent to play off your joke. He is saying stuff like "You want some special hard 'candy'?" Whether or not they work varies.

Now, Daddy has a very different response. The moment you call him that he gives you a cheeky grin. He has been called this multiple times, all he needs to do is post a picture of the most random thing and his comment section is filled with thirsty comments.

He loves being called this, it never seems to get old for him. But while saying that, the way you call him daddy makes it feel like he's being called that for the first time.

What happens next is a barrage of you going back and forth with flirty banter. He looks at you with a hunger in his eyes as he bites his lip. "Well the, baby, why don't come show daddy some love."

Kano

This old crook has lived a long time, an unfortunate thing for many of his victims. His life has been spent either running from the law and Sonya or committing war crimes and terrorism. Doesn't he sound like a dreamboat?

Anyway, he is aware of how old he's got but doesn't care a bit. That's a thing about him, he has a careless and reckless nature that seems to draw many people in. You were one of those people. You two had met while he was on the run and you were cool with his life of crime, he liked your sweet and calm nature, and just like that you two were a thing.

Since this is Kano we're talking about, one of the things he likes about this relationship is your age gap. It's sort of a kink he has, and that's probably why he's also on a watchlist.

You find yourself amid playful banter. Like this one occasion. Kano called you baby. You called him "peepaw". Kano chuckles at this and rolls his eyes. "As if, no peepaw could do you like I do," He says with a naughty grin.

Normally, Kano likes to be referred to as "Uncle Kano". But on this occasion, whenever you call him daddy" he'll allow it just based on how hot he finds it. He really likes it when you call him this, I mean he really likes this. The moment you call him this he licks his lift as he stares at you. "Why don't you come here show Ol' Daddy Kano some love, eh?"

Erron Black

A man from old wild western times, Erron found whole changed when he was visited by Shang Tsung who bore a deadly deal: assassinate an Earthrealm warrior for him and he'd live forever. So he did it. Now he's been alive ever since.

You met during his time serving under Kotal Kahn. He really liked you so he started flirting with you. He was doing his best lines and you didn't understand a damn thing he said but you really liked his accent. And just like that you started hanging out.

The man has lived for decades but sometimes he acts like he is still in the Wild West. But you learned to get used to it, though you found it kinda funny when he'd talk in old Western slang. You did like to tease him, calling him "Peepaw" and stuff. Erron just laughs and rolls his eyes. He used to call his elders that, he never thought he'd be called it one day. The mere thought makes him laugh even more, so much to the point that you're concerned about him.

Erron hasn't been on Earth for quite some time. He was out exploring the realms. So when you call him daddy he is immediately confused in a very concerned way. Are you his kid? HAS HE BEEN KOCKING BOOTS WITH HIS DAUGHTER THE ENTIRE TIME!?!?!?!

After you finally calm him down and explain Erron shifts from concerned and scared to ver cool and seductive, in the was only he can do. "My such a dirty girl...perhaps you need a good spankin' to get you right."

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[crimsonbubble]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ELABORATE ON WHAT YOU MEANT ON IF BI HAN WAS A WOMAN AND SHE’D HAVE SOMETHING

PLEEASE PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU, ILL DO ANYTHING

cw. nsfw, gn!reader with a dick, fem!bihan, cumplay, squirting, overstimulation, oral, breeding kink, pregnancy, lactation kink, nipple play *not proofread, just pure horny

[these ideas have been plaguing me for far too long] @smmy-winchster

I just know that fem!bihan would have the phattest and wettest pussy ever

Have her squirting like a fucking fountain

Like finger fuck her while playing with her clit and she'll soak your arm

She’s sassy tho and a bottom to her core

It doesn’t matter how hard she tries to fight it, she loves to be fucked into submission

Pin her hips down and drill into her

Flip her onto her stomach, prop her hips up, wrap a hand around her throat or pull her hair, she’ll fucking scream

Force her back into a deep arch and she’ll shake like a leaf

I can’t put more emphasis on the fact that she loves to be overstimulated

She will deny it but her pussy clenching around you when you fuck her through her orgasm says otherwise

Has a deep desire to be knocked up one of these days

She once blabbered out about you knocking her up while cock drunk

How were you supposed to forget the euphoric look on her face and the way she looked at you with hearts in her pupils, all the while asking you to breed her full of healthy and strong heirs?

Likes it messy

Like pull out of her sloppy cunt just to jack off and cum all over her pussy

Only to push in again and fuck more cum into her

It’s a miracle how you haven’t knocker her up already considering how many nights you’ve spent pumping her full of cum

But oh god, when she does end up pregnant? Oh my god, she’s restless

Even if her doctors have told her to go easy on the physical labour, that didn’t stop her

It was only months into the pregnancy and her belly was getting bigger and heavier by the day that she started to slow down

Seeing her with a healthy pregnancy glow and swollen tits

Noticing that more of her shirts have wet spots on them, only to find out that she’s lactating

Helping her alleviate the pressure by essentially milking her

Taking her sensitive nipple into your mouth, suckling gently as you massaged her sore chest

Laying down with her while you drink from her, your free hand trailing under her robes to play with her throbbing clit

Rubbing the delicate pearl with slow circles, running your fingers down further to spread her folds

Carefully pushing your fingers in all the while bihan is writhing and whimpering under you

Cradling your head softly, threading her fingers through your hair

Pushing your head closer to her chest so you keep drinking from her

Having milky white streaks down your face and neck as you swallow gulp after gulp

Pulling off of her tits with a muted pop and looking up at her with bleary eyes while planting kisses over her chest

#bubbly speaks <3 #ash answers #bubbly writes <3 #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mk x reader #mk x y/n #mk x you #mk smut #bihan x reader #bihan x reader smut #subzero x reader #sub zero x reader #subzero x you #sub zero x you #sub zero x y/n #sub zero smut #bihan smut

[zg0nuwa]

biker!bi han thots? biker!bi han thots.

cw : bi han himself is a warning, mentions of road rage, mentions of traffic accidents (nothing descriptive, just mentioned), nsfw utc.

not only is he a bastard, he’s cocky and has a massive ego. he’s also a show off, his bike always polished to perfection, clean leather on his back, shining helmet, and his precious partner at his hip at nearly all times.

revs up the bike to make you jump and laughs at your reaction. somehow it never gets boring to him and he always finds the perfect moment to scare you.

actually not really liked in the community, people either hate him because he is a bitch or they don’t like him because he’s really fucking intimidating, sometimes both.

everyone is surprised he actually got into a relationship. not because he has a reputation for sleeping around or something, no. he’s an asshole, that’s all.

does the thing where at every red light he grabs your thigh and squeezes as hard as he can, he actually left bruises a few times cuz bro has a fucking death grip.

if you jokingly said that he should do a bench press with you instead of the weights he would actually do it. no hesitation, looks you dead in the eyes and goes “let’s do it”. now he does it regularly on your carpet in the living room, just for funsies.

tried making out with you on the bike, almost fell over, never tried it again.

his road rage needs to be studied, genuinely tries to tone it down when you’re with him but still, dear god he is a beast. probably slashed quite a few tires and smashed a good amount of mirrors. it’s not like he does it to normal people, no. he himself is surprisingly respectful on the road (ignore the amount of speeding tickets), but he doesn’t tolerate being a jackass to ANYONE when driving. sometimes he rages on behalf of other people only because he understands how fucking dangerous things can get very quickly.

probably been in an accident himself, two or three minor ones when he was just starting and a pretty serious one later on because someone was a fucking idiot, that why he gets so pissed.

nsfw [MDNI]

as mentioned above, he’s an asshole. teasing you the entire day, only to do nothing about it?? he acts like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about, him? teasing you? never! waits until you start begging for it and if you don’t beg to make him crack? well, that’s too bad, he doesn’t lift a finger. the self control on this man is terrifying at times.

very dominant when it comes to sex, kind of a control freak in this department to be honest. and if you’re also leaning dominant, i am praying for both you and him, you because he doesn’t give up the upper hand easily, and him because he might just die when you stand your ground, never admits he finds it hot tho.

if you’re more submissive, not much changes when it comes to like, how rough he is or what antics he uses, in this scenario though he gets a massive ego boost that you pretty much rely on him to be satisfied.

fucked you while you were wearing only his leather bike jacket.

probably won’t fuck on his bike after the falling over fiasco, sorry :(

#m. talk #bi han #bi han x reader #sub zero x reader #bi han x y/n #bi han x you #bi han smut #bi han imagine #mk1 x you #mk x reader #sub zero x you #sub zero smut #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 x reader #bihan x reader #subzero x reader

[porcalinecunt]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 — 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘

💀 KINKTOBER EVENT

🎧 𝐊𝐔𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆 (𝐒𝐔𝐁 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎) 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

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

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

“How do you feel now..?”

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

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

“If it’s too much, I can sto-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Characters of your choice reacting to their partner liking receiving forehead kisses? It is such a soft gesture, but you can't find it often🥲. GN reader maybe? As you prefer. Thanks!

♡. — how they would react to receiving forehead kisses.

johnny, bi-han & tomas. gender neutral reader.

a/n: this was so much fun to write! thank you for being my first request, anon. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

♡. — johnny groans as he settles onto his office chair. he furrows his eyebrows as he caresses his temple. the migraine just won’t go away. he was about to release a sigh, before suddenly getting interrupted by you. “hi, johnny…”, you quietly greeted yourself to the stressed man. you carefully shut the door behind you, and stepped towards him. johnny looks up at you, now with endearing eyes. a small grin forms on his face. “hey sweetheart.” he responds to your entrance. johnny relaxes back to his chair, and gazes up at your face. “how was work?” you pursed your lips after speaking. you didn’t want to say much, seeing how exhausted he was already. johnny lets out a breath, drops his head and closes his eyes. “it was… it was a lot, babe.” he shakes his head, then opens his eyes slowly to view you once again. “i’m fine though. i am just really… tired.” you nodded to his response and treaded up to his side. he watches you get closer to him with a slight head tilt, but then receives a surprise. you gave him a soft kiss on his forehead, then released yourself after a few seconds to look at the man. “i hope that makes you feel better.” you giggled after you spoke. johnny gave a wide smirk, pulling his lips and chuckled as well. “honey, you just made my whole night.” he stands up from his chair to give you an embrace. he has one hand on the backside of your head, and the other on your upper back. you couldn’t help but melt into his arms, curling up naturally to his warmth. “i love you, johnny.” you muffled onto his shirt. he lets out a small laugh again, squeezing you a bit more. “i love you too, babe.” he needed that kiss more than anything.

♡. — bi-han barges through the front door, blood scattered across his face with a stream dripping down his left arm. you ran up to him after he made his loud entrance and gasped. “bi-han, what did you do?” you stuttered after you spoke. bi-han slowly looks up at you and wanted to respond to your cry, but suddenly winces in pain. you quickly led him to the bathroom, setting him down onto the ledge of the bathtub. you frantically searched for a first-aid kit under the sink. bi-han saw you rush yourself, as you open up the box hesitantly after finding it. “it’s… it’s fine, y/n.” he tried reassuring you, but you already had the bandages laid out on the counter. you sat down next to him, wiping down the bloody wound on his arm first. bi-han winced even more, but kept the noise to a minimum. after patching him up, you grab another wipe to clean his face. bi-han gazed to your eyes. he studied how your soft eyes had so much determination, so much strength to just take care of him in this very moment. you catch his stare, and smirked. “are you enjoying this so far?” bi-han groaned to your snarky response, still continuing to remain seated. after you finished cleaning up the stains on his forehead, you suddenly gave him a kiss. bi-han sat very still, trying to process what just happened. seeing how dumbfounded & lost he seemed, you giggled. “you know, i like this bi-han better.” he was quick to reply back. “…shut up.” he clenches his teeth, but had a visible blush onto his face. as much as he wanted to deny, he did like the gesture.

♡. — tomas hacked a great cough out of himself whilst laying in bed. his nose & cheeks were a bright tint of red, with eye bags decorating his face. “y/nnnnn… where are youuu…” he whined your name out. you then entered the bedroom with a tray in your hands. a hot soup was prepared, with its steam enveloping the whole chamber. tomas slowly turns his head over to the haze, giving a weak smile when he meets your eyes. “thaannkk youuu…” he lazily trailed his words, then lets out another cough. you walked to the sickly man and placed the food tray on top of his lap. “here you go, tomas.” you sat next to his side, softly caressing his ash-colored hair. he blinked and shifted his face up to you, making contact with your eyes once again. you slowly leaned towards his forehead, to give him a small peck. “i can’t actually kiss you, so i hope this makes up for it.” you gave him a small smile. tomas was too stunned to speak; moments of silence filled the room. he then came back to existence, and beamed with glee. “oh, i love you sooo much y/n!” this was the most alive he has sounded ever since he had been ill. tomas quickly sat up to give you a big hug, forgetting he had a tray on him. the soup then spilled all over his blanket, making the two of you screech. luckily, the bowl didn’t break. tomas then let out a big laugh after the disaster. “sooorry… i can clean this up…” he spoke and snickered even more. your kiss, literally, made him lose his balance.

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CHAPTER SIX : …What is essential is invisible to the eye.

-> Ao3 link is here.

-> Chapter Five link is here.

Pairing : Sub-Zero / Bi-Han x Reader

Summary : In the midst of unexpected sparring sessions and shared personal moments, the icy veneer of Bi-Han’s demeanor gradually thaws, revealing glimpses of his true self, particularly when he witnesses your struggle to cope with haunting nightmares.

Author’s Note : This chapter is one I’ve eagerly anticipated writing since before outlining the plot and establishing the story basics. I’m so proud of the outcome and excited to share it with you. I hope you find as much pleasure in reading it. Please keep in mind that English is not my native language, so if you happen to notice any mistakes, I welcome your feedback. Happy reading!

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Bi-Han took his usual seat at the dinner table, and as the day unfolded, Kuai Liang shared rumors about the Black Dragon mercenaries entering the country during his return from the city.

While familiar with the dangerous reputation of the Black Dragon, Bi-Han didn’t consider them a significant threat to the clan, likely here to buy weapons or engage in business dealings. He saw no reason to engage unless they breached their borders.

Bi-Han noticed everyone at the table but you, yet he chose not to inquire about your absence, instead focusing on filling his plate with food at his usual pace. The breakfast proceeded quietly, with only the occasional clink of utensils breaking the stillness. However, the persistent absence of your presence piqued Bi-Han’s curiosity. Throughout your month here, you had typically been the first to arrive, and the empty chair disrupted the usual routine.

‘’I wonder if something has happened?’’ When Tomas voiced the question echoing in Bi-Han’s mind, he found himself responding. “She’ll be here in a moment.’’

‘’Maybe we should send someone to take a look at her. She was never late normally.’’ Tomas suggested, prompting Bi-Han to pause his breakfast, examining his brother’s concerned expression.

Despite crediting Tomas’ words, Bi-Han perceived no valid reason for concern. Guards were assigned to protect you, and he would have known if anything happened. Yet, a peculiar emotional response lingered, leaving Bi-Han feeling somewhat foolish for harboring such sentiments.

“Everyone can be late from time to time, Tomas. Relax.’’ Kuai Liang responded in place of Bi-Han, known for his moderate and understanding approach in communication.

In matters requiring transmission, messages often went through Kuai Liang before reaching Bi-Han. Echoes of your words from the previous night lingered in Bi-Han’s mind. The title of grandmaster had heightened the avoidance of direct communication with him, a consequence of his intimidating demeanor. It was a necessary stance to maintain authority and order within the clan. Bi-Han, who embraced his role with a certain pride, favored the imposing aura that came with his position. Unfazed by the solitude his demeanor brought, he remains aware of the consequences of his actions, however, he relishes the control and respect his grandmaster status affords him

‘’If you say so.’’ Tomas responded quietly. Bi-Han observed his brother and began to understand the source of his worry. Being the only other person present during the poisoning incident, Tomas likely felt responsible for not preventing it.

The sliding doors suddenly opened, and you rushed in, offering greetings with a slight bow. ‘’Sorry, I fell asleep,’’ you apologized in a voice that could be described as soft and even cheerful. Bi-Han’s brows furrowed slightly, sensing an abnormality in your tone but unable to pinpoint it.

As you settled into your chair, Bi-Han gazed you in silence. Your hair was carefully pulled back, revealing your face. Adorned in a dark blue turtleneck sweater, the usual choice to conceal the scar on your throat, he couldn’t help but notice the change in your complexion. Normally boasting a healthy glow, your skin now appeared dull, as if you had encountered a ghost. Pale and colorless, your face revealed the aftermath of a restless night. Dark circles under your eyes betrayed the struggle of a recurring nightmare. Suppressing the growl that threatened to escape his throat, Bi-Han discerned the truth – anyone observing your face could easily tell that you were lying.

‘‘Are you all right?’’ Cyrax inquired. "You appear a bit under the weather."

‘’I’m not exactly a morning person,’’ you replied with the same cheerful tone, beginning to irk Bi-Han. ‘’But other than that, I’m great. I’m just a little hungry. I’ll wake up after I’ve eaten something.’’

Your face, pretending to be cheerful with a forced sweetness in your voice, looked contradictory. Bi-Han, unable to comprehend why this contradiction bothered him, chose to push the thoughts aside. Understanding you and the feelings you stirred within him remained a complete mystery.

With a polite gesture signaling the end of the conversation, you reached for a dish with your chopsticks. Without questioning his own movement, Bi-Han pushed the plate toward you with the tip of his hand. A subtle smile of thanks crossed your lips, and you managed to secure one of the steamed buns. Bi-Han noticed your hand trembling, a detail likely overlooked by most, but at this proximity, he easily discerned your struggle with the chopsticks.

His brows furrowed further. In the month you’d been here, this was the first time Bi-Han witnessed you so visibly shaken and jittery. Despite your weakened state during the recovery process after being poisoned, you consistently avoided showing it, maintaining a strong posture and a resolute face. While he had glimpsed your nightmares during your unconscious state, not visiting again made it challenging to gauge if this internal struggle persisted. Yet, you adeptly hid it from everyone, especially him, despite his keen eye for details. As he observed you, a forgotten memory resurfaced.

He couldn’t be more than six years old, in his father’s study. His father’s tense demeanor hung in the air. Pacing the room in the midst of a strained alliance, his father focused more on maintaining order than taking risks, even though they were strong.

His mother knocked on the door, and upon entering gracefully, she held a tray adorned with a ceramic teapot and a steaming cup of chamomile tea. The sweet, pleasant aroma filled the room as his mother softly left the tray on the desk, offering him a small smile and an affectionate pat on the head.

Curious about the tea, his father sniffed the cup. “What’s this?” Bringing it closer to his nose, he inquired, “Herbal tea?”

‘’Actually chamomile tea, my dear.’‘ His mother’s soft voice filled the room as she approached her husband, leaving a small, loving kiss on his cheek. ‘‘I hope it will calm your nerves a little.’’

Bi-Han blinked, dismissing the resurfaced memory, and signaled one of the helpers to approach. Silently, she inquired, ‘’Do you have a request, master?’’

‘‘Bring chamomile tea to my wife,’’ Bi-Han spoke, the words meant only for her ears.

‘’Of course.’’ The woman left promptly to fulfill his request, leaving Bi-Han’s gaze fixed on you once again. However, you showed no interest in the untouched steamed bun on your plate. Poking it occasionally with your chopsticks, you attempted to engage in Tomas and Cyrax’s conversation. Yet, the forced smile on your face betrayed your inner turmoil.

Bi-Han noticed the transformation in your expression, especially when he brought you a book from his mother’s library. The initial confusion gave way to a warm and sincere look, creating a sweet warmth in his heart that contrasted with his icy powers. Since your arrival, you had never displayed hostility, even after being poisoned. While your behavior remained moderate, maintaining a certain distance, the persistent smile on your face had become a habitual aspect. Only last week did Bi-Han discern subtle differences, your eyes, slightly dimmed yet shining with sincere happiness, your lips curled in a smile illuminating your face, and a faint warmth coloring your cheeks.

Normally, your reflexive defense mechanism was apparent whenever he approached—a reasonable reaction considering his challenging personality. Trusting someone like you, especially someone unknown, posed difficulties. Hence, his conduct toward you remained distant, cold, and often judgmental.

After your nightmares and a few conversations, Bi-Han’s reserved attitude towards you slowly shifted. Though trust was still elusive, his growing interest was undeniable. Your fearless demeanor and clever, witty responses intrigued him, setting you apart from the typical noblewoman profile.

As the woman approached with the tea Bi-Han had requested, an unexpected incident unfolded. Behind your back, she stated, “Your tea, ma’am.” When she bent down to place it in front of you, you abruptly snapped out of your reverie, accidentally knocking over the tea. Panic ensued as the woman attempted to dry you with a napkin, but you leaped to your feet in fright. The chair emitted a painful squeal on the floor, capturing the full attention of everyone at the table.

Your chest heaved rapidly, muttering something like ‘’There’s no harm,’’ avoiding eye contact with anyone. Bi-Han silently observed as your skin underwent subtle color changes, resembling an impending faint. However, you surprised him by straightened your posture and said, ‘’I’m sorry, please excuse me.’’ With those words, you swiftly left the room.

Cyrax, breaking the silence, questioned. ‘’What the hell just happened?’’

Tomas and Kuai Liang turned their gazes toward Bi-Han. ‘’Do you have any idea, brother?’’ Kuai Liang said.

‘’No, but I will find out.’’ Bi-Han concluded, leaving the room to pursue you. Without needing to contemplate your destination, he discovered you at the end of the corridor on the veranda leading to the garden, your back turned to him. Treading softly to avoid startling you, he signaled the guards to give you space. As you turned around upon hearing footsteps, you locked eyes with Bi-Han.

‘’I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause a scene.’’ Your voice, now exhausted and weak, contrasted sharply with the panic just moments ago. Bi-Han couldn’t help but wonder about the nightmare that had rattled you so profoundly. Was it connected to memories of the wound on your throat, or an entirely different ordeal?

Having formed a few ideas about you, Bi-Han knew that under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t reveal such vulnerability. You typically held yourself with unwavering posture and grace. Your current demeanor, akin to attempting to ward off a shark from sensing blood, intrigued him. It deviated from the routine reactions he was accustomed to.

‘’Show me your hand.’’ Bi-Han commanded, his tone firm but laced with a touch of concern.

‘’I’m all right.’’ You swiftly responded, taking a step back, as if physical distance could provide solace. ‘’The water just spilled a little.’’

‘‘I know your hand is burning, (y/n). Don’t make me repeat myself.’’ Bi-Han insisted, his cold eyes reflecting a rare moment of empathy.

Realizing you had lost this silent battle, you reluctantly extended your hand toward him. Bi-Han closed the distance, surprised by the unexpected gentleness he displayed, even to himself. Your hand, resting in his large one, seemed delicate and vulnerable. He was certain that if he attempted to fully enclose it with his fingers, it might vanish or worse, break

Examining your scalded skin, now a furious red, it was evident to anyone that you were in pain. However, you displayed no reaction, as if a steaming tea had merely been a minor inconvenience. Bi-Han found your stoicism peculiar, the pain should have acted as a potent stimulus, overshadowing the effects of your nightmare

‘’How did all this happen?’’

Bi-Han inquired as he felt the calluses under your fingers. Without giving you a chance to pull your hand away, he grasped your wrist and turned the back of your hand to inspect the large and small calluses that adorned your fingertips and palm, along with scars that lingered, slightly lighter than your skin color.

‘’I told you that I trained with my brothers for a while.’’ You replied in a low voice, attempting to pull your hand away.

‘’These are not calluses that form in a short amount of time.’’ Bi-Han remarked, tightening his grip just enough to keep you from escaping.

‘’I was a hardworking student.’’ You retorted in a clear voice, signaling an end to further questions.

Bi-Han turned your hand again and placed his other hand on it, applying minimal pressure to offer a cooling effect. Though capable of more, he refrained from intensifying it, as it could exacerbate the scald rather than provide relief.

‘’Why are you helping me?’’ You questioned in confusion. ‘’I could have handled it myself.’’

‘’It’s faster this way.’’ Bi-Han responded casually, his gaze focused on your hand. ‘‘What just happened?’’

Your hand tensed for a moment at the question, but you quickly regained composure, merely shrugging your delicate shoulders.

‘’I just—I fell asleep. When I sleep too much, it takes me a little longer to wake up and get myself ready.’’

‘’Don’t lie to me, (y/n).’’ Bi-Han’s voice, though less harsh than he intended, startled you as you attempted to break free. Yet, he held his grip firm. ‘‘Did you have a nightmare about your scar?’’

‘’I don’t want to talk about this.’’

“Talking will lighten the burden you are carrying.”

“Why is it so important for you to know?’’

When you softly posed the question your gaze shifted to your hands, positioned at the center, instead of meeting his eyes. In that moment, Bi-Han sensed an impulse to cup your chin, raising it gently to meet his gaze properly. The courage to hold his gaze, the subtle tilt of your head, the lift of your chin—Bi-Han had committed your routine to memory, becoming accustomed to its nuances. He didn’t appreciate your attempt to evade him now. Despite his instincts he resisted, opting to respond to your inquiry.

“I’m trying to get to know you,” Bi-Han replied.

“Every time feels like an interrogation, your approach isn’t quite right.” you remarked.

“Then show me the right way.” Bi-Han said, attempting to keep his deep voice light. Your surprise at his response was evident.

“You’re serious.”

“Yes.” As the warmth in your hand gradually dissipated, Bi-Han’s fingers delicately traced over your skin, a ghostly touch. The dialogue from a few days ago replayed in his mind. ‘If you want to exchange information, you should also reveal something about yourself.’ He added, “Although it is the color of our clan, I actually don’t like the color blue.”

“What?” Bewilderment filled your gaze as you stared at him, unable to make sense of this unexpected revelation. Bi-Han continued in a casual tone without breaking his mood.

“It reminds me of monotony. Our lives are predictable, as if doomed in an order. You can only move within the boundaries of this repeating endless circle.”

“Those words of yours seem more like your feelings about what you shared a night ago about your father and the way he runs the clan. You’ve associated the color of your clan with his rule, am I right?” Your kind voice conveyed understanding. “Still, when you look around, you hear echoes of the past, and it bothers you. You don’t want to suffer the same fate as him.”

Unexpectedly, you delved directly into the underlying source of his words, surprising him with an understanding he hadn’t anticipated. Despite his initial hostility, your kindness and intelligence took him by surprise. Rather than perceiving your presence as a constant thorn, you approached him with an understanding that gradually melted the icy reserve he usually maintained.

Your gaze remained distant, yet a fragile warmth emanated from it, delicate and fleeting, as if teetering on the edge of disappearance.

“That’s true,” Bi-Han affirmed, his voice carrying a sharp edge. “Monotony hinders development and the realization of potential. My clan deserves more than being condemned to such a cycle.”

Convinced that your hand was fully healed, he released his grip. As you raised your hand briefly, examining it at eye level, Bi-Han observed you for a few seconds. The angry red hue had receded, your skin now restored to a healthy color, as if untouched by boiling water. Though the pain had subsided, you still felt the need to test it with your other hand. Your expression, impressed by his work, flattered Bi-Han.

“You’re too fierce to be confined, grandmaster,” you remarked, turning your gaze back to him. “As I said before, I don’t think you’ll share the same fate as your father.”

Bi-Han shifted the subject, crossing his arms before attempting the audacious act of touching you again.

“It’s your turn.”

You only blinked back at him. “I don’t understand.”

“I’ve shared something about myself with you. Now it’s your turn to do the same.”

With an unexpected outpouring of laughter from your lips, you politely covered your mouth.Though he disliked you hiding your smile, your voice was as warm, soft, and friendly as the spring sun. Bi-Han felt a pleasant surprise, causing this reaction himself for the first time. He yearned to hear more of your genuine laughter.

‘’Fair enough. Let me answer your previous question then. My nightmares often revolve around my past, not an easy topic for me to discuss, especially with people I don’t trust or have never met.’’

‘’An understandable reason,’’ Bi-Han acknowledged. ‘’Walk with me.’’

You took your place next to him without question, keeping up with his pace. In one of the indoor training areas that Bi-Han led you to, the distance between you narrowed, almost to the point where your arms could touch. Perhaps, you could feel the cool air spreading over him.

‘’I grew up with my four brothers. My older brother is about five years my senior, and the middle brother, my junior by a year. The others are a few years younger than me.’’

‘’So you’re the only daughter?’’

“Yes.’’

‘’You must have held a special place.’’

Another smile graced your lips, but this time it bore a bitter edge.

‘’That depends on how you interpret the situation.’’ Your eyes fixed on the horizon, reflecting memories. ‘‘In terms of physical strength and endurance, men and women are not considered equal in our clan. Women don’t receive martial arts training, partake in missions, or engage even in minor political negotiations. The system is completely different from here.’’

‘’Nonsense. While there may be a difference in physical strength between men and women, it doesn’t justify treating you like a decoy. My mother never engaged in missions, my father feared for her safety. However, she was skilled in self-defense and combat. This basic knowledge is crucial, especially in a clan setting.’’

‘’I agree with what you’re saying. I wish everyone saw the bigger picture like you do.’’ You responded with a tight smile. As both of you arrived at the indoor training ground, he opened the door and you entered first.

While Bi-Han followed like a looming shadow, he pondered the origin of the marks on your hands. ‘’How could you train with your brothers when such a mentality prevails?’’ he voiced his thoughts.

‘’My father’s mindset has changed.’’

“Stereotyped thoughts do not change easily, something must have happened to shift his mindset.”

As you strolled through the sparsely populated area, with only a few people around, your gaze shifted to the ground beneath your feet instead of focusing forward.

“What caused his change of heart was when I faced an assassination attempt. Though his views about the clan order remained steadfast, his strict perspective towards me softened to some extent. Who would have thought such an incident could play a role in a positive outcome, right?” You spoke in a half-smiling, half-dull voice. Upon reaching the middle of the area, Bi-Han halted. Without delay, you also paused to face him, and continued your words in a lower tone, “I think sometimes bad things have to happen in life so that good things can come out.”

Your words brought his father’s advice to mind. ‘Never forget this Bi-Han, either we win or we learn in any case. Learn to view the events in your life, both past and future, from this perspective.’

“Why did we come here?” With your question, Bi-Han snapped out of his thoughts. He didn’t appreciate that you closed the subject, wanting to know more about you. However, he also understood your lack of trust, realizing you were hesitant to divulge more about your past. Pressing forward could risk pushing you back into your shell. This delicate progress was too fragile to jeopardize, so he allowed you the freedom and space you sought.

On one hand, he gained little more insight into the environment you grew up in. Uncertain about how much of it was influenced by your clan, the scars and nightmares he witnessed hinted at a challenging childhood.

‘‘’I want to see your skills.’’ As Bi-Han stood in front of you, forming a semicircle, the widening of your eyes revealed your understanding of his implication. ’’Spar with me.’’

“Why? The training I have received is nothing compared to yours, there’s nothing remarkable to see.” you said in a timid voice. Bi-Han, indifferent to your words, took a fighting stance. Your face turned pale when you noticed this, and Bi-Han couldn’t understand why you felt so uncomfortable while gently biting your lower lip and tugging. His presence, perhaps more dominant and frightening than he thought, made you nervous, or there was a completely different reason that he failed to guess and see.

‘’I’ve seen the state of your hands, there’s no need to pretend. Show me what you can do, and perhaps I’ll reconsider the level of protection you require.”

In a hopeful voice, you asked, “Really?” Your eyes, moments ago desperate, transformed into precious jewels, sparking with anticipation. After the question, your gaze scanned the area. “Do we have to do this in public?’’

“There are only a few people, no need to worry about them. Focus on me and your movements.”

“You’re not going to use your powers, are you?”

A grunt similar to a chuckle poured from Bi-Han’s lips.

“My goal is not to beat you. I just want to see and test your skills, I don’t need my powers for this.”

“All right, let’s do this then.”

After looking around with worried eyes for the last time, you closed your eyes. Taking a deep breath and reopening them, your gaze had changed in an instant. Sharpened by determination, your expression showed complete focus on the task at hand, devoid of previous emotions. Slightly opening your legs, one behind and the other in front, you assumed a fighting position with open hands and a slight backward tilt of the upper body.

Bi-Han wasted no time, making the first move. Swinging his right arm, you instantly blocked him with a swift parry, your body flowing seamlessly into a defensive stance. When he swung his left arm, you matched his speed, hitting his arm with a well-timed block and countering with a hard kick to his torso. With a muffled sound resembling a growl, Bi-Han closed the distance, standing close enough to challenge your defense.

Throwing his arm for a punch, he also aimed a kick. A few seconds after preventing his fist from reaching your face, you blocked his kick with your knee. Bi-Han raised the same leg toward your face, but you skillfully avoided it with a slight recoil of your upper body. When Bi-Han raised his kick again, you parried it with your arm, swiftly directing a fist to his face with your other hand. Though he avoided the move by turning his head, your chain of punches hit him in the chest, causing him to stumble backward.

When you both assumed your fighting positions again, this time, you took the initiative. Charging towards him, you launched into a flying kick and Bi-Han collided with one of the hall’s rafters from the blow to his stomach. A hoarse sound escaped his lips as agile fists aimed at his exposed body were met with a counter kick. You gracefully swept from under the incoming kick, almost like a dance. To halt the brutal continuous punches, Bi-Han seized your arms and delivered a hard kick to your midsection without giving you time to react.

A little moan left your lips as you were thrown a few meters away. Falling on all fours like a cat, you rotated your body on one hand before getting up. With only the support from the ground, Bi-Han instinctively pulled his head back as you attempted a head kick, feeling the wind pass in front of his face.

As the two of you engaged in a high-speed exchange of punches and kicks, Bi-Han felt his blood, once ice-cold in his veins, begin to boil. Someone training in fighting since the day he opened his eyes, he couldn’t recall the last time he had fought with so much pleasure. The practices and workouts he did, whether alone or with his siblings, were always perfection-based, relentless, and result-oriented. The future of the clan hinged primarily on them, ensuring that he and his brothers, as perfect warriors, could protect the future of their clan.

Here it was different, Bi-Han wondered about your abilities and potential, not attacking you with all his might, but not making things easier either. His movements were fast and brutal, enough to challenge most top-level students he trained.

Not anticipating that you would fare so well and keep up with him, Bi-Han was genuinely surprised by the grace, determination, and lithe fighting style you displayed. From the first moment he saw you, he recognized you were not a fragile woman, but the surprise you presented exceeded his predictions, and he found it more pleasing than he had hoped.

In the clan, Bi-Han had always valued power, and while he acknowledged the appeal of a powerful woman as a wife, he found this matter burdensome and did not actively seek it. Now, as you stood before him, turning physical differences to your advantage, it would be a humorous lie to say he wasn’t impressed.

Knowing you weren’t equal in physical strength, your fighting style favored Wing Chun principles. Focused on self-defense rather than attack, you targeted joints with precision. Your impeccable hand and foot coordination revealed extensive combat training.

“Are you tired, grandmaster?” You teased. A drop of sweat gliding from your temple to your chin, and Bi-Han clenched his fist, resisting the urge to wipe it away. He replied with a half-smile.

“Self-confidence shown without winning is dangerous.”

“Win?” The smile on your face widened. “I thought this was just a test.”

“And you haven’t passed the test yet.”

Raising an eyebrow, you said, “Is that so?” Then you jumped forward, raising your knee to kick his abdomen. Bi-Han blocked your move with his elbow, and immediately threw his other hand at you. You stopped him by grabbing his wrist, doing the same with the other hand, and threw a kick, rising with support from the two arms you held.

Bi-Han staggered but maintained his balance, crossing his leg between your two legs as if to trip you. Seizing this opportunity, before you could react, he wrapped his other leg around your left leg, hooking it and causing you to fall to the ground. With your back meeting the floor, a groan escaped, indicating the pain and the breath leaving your lungs.

In a shocking display of speed, you recovered in the blink of an eye, turning around on your back. You grabbed Bi-Han from both sides of the waist with your strong legs, then tightly held his ankles with your hands, knocking him down with pressure from both sides. Although the mats on the floor spared him much pain, his vision fluctuated momentarily. When he opened his eyes again, you were sitting on his waist as if on a horse, a clenched fist inches away from his face.

“Yield.” you gasped. Your hair scattered, fine tufts escaping from the ponytail, reaching your sweat-soaked forehead and flushed cheeks. Your eyes sparkled with the joy and pride of successfully bringing him down. In that moment, Bi-Han felt like he saw the real you behind the mask—natural, beautiful, radiating positive energy to his core.

Bi-Han, with his combative nature and the refusal to give up, supported you with his legs and pushed you forward to disrupt your structure. As you placed your hands on both sides of his head to maintain balance, Bi-Han anticipated your move. He easily rolled you sideways, then grabbed both of your arms, pinning you down and looking down at you.

‘’You can’t get out of this lock, yield.” His voice, though retaining its usual harshness, carried a tone of amusement. Instead of yielding immediately, you tried different escape forms, but under his steel-like grip, you remained as motionless. The heat radiating from your body due to the intense sparring, coupled with your unique natural scent, almost sweet despite a hint of sweat, didn’t escape Bi-Han’s awareness. He also enjoyed seeing you like this, pinned under his weight, appearing genuinely carefree and joyful for once.

Finally, you took a deep breath and conceded in an unhappy voice, “Fine. I yield.”

Bi-Han couldn’t suppress a small sound resembling laughter in response to your childish reaction. As he got up, he admitted, ‘‘You surpassed my expectations.’’ His honest voice carried a touch of acknowledgment. ‘’I may have been unjust in underestimating you.’’ When he extended his hand to help you up, your surprised eyes revealed the disappearance of the earlier childish unhappiness.

‘’Is this an apology?’’

‘’Don’t be so full of hope.’’

You rolled your eyes at his response, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you curiously asked while standing and holding onto the hand he offered. ‘‘Does this mean I won’t have guards anymore?’’

‘’I said I might reduce their number. I’ll think about it later.’’

“But you just said-‘’

‘’I know what I’m saying. But the person who tried to kill you is still out there somewhere. Ensuring your safety is first and foremost one of my duties.’’

“You’ve seen that I can protect myself. I don’t need three guards at once.’’ Bi-Han sighed in response to your unwavering stance, signaling that you wouldn’t easily drop the matter. He crossed his arms over his chest.

‘’I’ll arrange something.’’ His answer brought a smile back to your face, and Bi-Han felt an odd desire to consistently witness this expression of yours. Your smile was bright, like sunlight piercing through dark clouds, comforting him. ‘‘Do you feel better?’’

Your smile softened into a genuine, grateful expression.

‘‘Yes, thanks to you.’’

‘’(Y/n)!’’

Despite your parted lips, seemingly ready to say something more, Tomas’ voice interrupted. As you both turned toward him, realizing the hall’s attention, Bi-Han observed your cheeks reddening and your uneasiness becoming evident. The area was full of people, as everyone was curious about the sparring.Though understandable to dislike the spotlight, you should have been proud rather than embarrassed, you fought exceptionally well.

‘‘It was an amazing fight! How did you learn to move like that? Everyone watched with bated breath.’’

‘’Thank you,’’ you said shyly, your cheeks now crimson. Bi-Han wondered if you might have a heart attack right there. ‘’I trained with my brothers for a while.’’

‘’Let’s spar together sometime. I’d like you to teach me a few moves.’’

‘‘I would very much like to-‘’

‘’No.’’ Bi-Han interrupted. Both of you shared a puzzled expression, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t understand why he felt the need to intervene, he just didn’t like the idea of you working alone with Tomas. The words escaped his lips impulsively. Dismissing the absurd thoughts, he quickly composed himself, cleared his throat and continued in his usual cold, emotionless voice.

‘’We have new members whose training requires your attention, it’s unacceptable for you to slack off.’’

‘’Slack off? We don’t train from morning to night. Come on, I’m sure my training with (y/n) for a few hours a week won’t create any vital changes in the clan.’’ Tomas responded. A smile settled on his young face, as if he understood a truth behind the lie Bi-Han just told. Instead of giving in, Bi-Han responded with furrowed brows and an assertive voice.

“Tell the others then, to practice alternately with (y/n).’’

‘‘There is no need for that at all.’’ You said in a panicked and somewhat embarrassed voice. ‘’Enough people are already tasked to look after me by sacrificing their time, more people don’t need to be a part of it.’’

‘’It would be good for you to see different fighting styles.’’

‘’Our grandmaster is right.’’ Tomas said, joining him. ‘’Ah, but I just remember now. I have to go to the Fire Temple this week with Kuai Liang to report to Lord Liu Kang. Sektor has already gone to America for a mission, Cyrax is taking care of both his and Sektor’s group’s training in his absence. In this case, you’re the best option right now, brother.’’

Although Tomas finished his sentence with an innocent smile, Bi-Han could almost hear his quiet laughter ringing in his ears.

You little shit.

“There’s really no need for that at all-‘’

‘’Be here at the same time in the morning.’’ Said Bi-Han interrupting you once again. After he made the last point, he couldn’t stand to see the stupid smile on Tomas’s face anymore, so he turned on his heels and left the hall to start his routine work.

***

After signing the last document, Bi-Han felt the weariness in his bones. He rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath and finally rose from the chair where he’d been stationed for hours. His movements were initially slow, working out the stiffness in his muscles, and then he cracked his neck, stirring his body into action.

Having dealt with the remaining paperwork in the study after dinner, he glanced at the clock and realized midnight had arrived. Despite his aversion to paperwork, Bi-Han’s method was to let it accumulate before facing it head-on and completing the task, leaving the desk only when it was done.

A sigh of relief escaped him as he finally left the room, quickening his pace towards the bedroom. The weight of the day pressed on him, and the paperwork had been an additional burden. As he navigated the corridors and reached the floor where his room was located, his eyes were instinctively drawn to the end of the corridor. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight of you standing there.

Changing his direction, he walked toward you and your two guards, engaged in a quiet conversation. The echo of footsteps on the hushed hardwood floor signaled his approaching, as clansmen bowed their heads as a sign of respect and greeted him with a unified, ‘‘Goodnight, Master.’’

Bi-Han’s gaze lingered on you for a moment before he finally spoke, “Is there a problem?”

‘‘We were chatting,’’ you replied in a low voice. Bi-Han’s frown deepened, and he couldn’t discern your gaze as you spoke with your head tilted. His intuition told him something wasn’t right—perhaps another haunting nightmare or sleepless night troubled you. A nagging feeling insisted the former was more likely. ‘’They were telling me about the festival held in Fengjian village every spring.’’

There was a subtle unease in your tone, reminiscent of your timid demeanor from earlier. Setting aside the persistent pain from hours of frowning over paperwork, Bi-Han shifted his attention to the clan members flanking you. Recognizing their shared look of concern, he silently signaled for them to withdraw. Their departure revealed you, tensed like a bow, still avoiding eye contact. Yet, the subtle cues you emitted spoke volumes.

“Lift up your head (y/n), bowing does not suit you.’’ he commanded, his words prompting a sharp intake of breath from you. The internal struggle was evident as your fists clenched. Slowly, you raised your head, and Bi-Han’s gaze was drawn to your eyes. Dark circles, more pronounced than earlier, surrounded the undersides, and your eyes reflected a redness, a telltale sign of recent tears.

This situation was even more distressing than the morning encounter. It seemed you had lingered in your room to gather yourself before joining for breakfast, here now the impact of whatever nightmare haunted you was vivid, rendering you seemingly fragile and diminished. The shoulders, once confidently held upright, now slouched, emanating signals of desperation and a desire for isolation from the world.

Bi-Han felt his blood start to flow angrily in his veins as he looked at you. He didn’t know exactly what and why he was angry, but for some reason, the fact that you had become like this triggered the anger inside him that was ready to shine. It didn’t feel right to see you like this, especially after he started getting to know you. It was as if he was looking at someone completely different.

As he pondered what he could do, he realized the source of his anger at that moment. This was not a problem that he could solve by resorting to brute force when he got angry. If nightmares had tangible forms, Bi-Han would have obliterated them, turning them into ice masses down to the last atom. However, he had to rely on communication skills now, an area where he had always been incompetent. Kuai Liang was the diplomat, Bi-Han was the one with an easily angered nature.

On the one hand, he didn’t know why he wanted to help you. This was just a marriage made on paper, established for the sake of a permanent alliance, serving no purpose beyond that. Although he knew all this, it bothered him to see you like this. Maybe if he had witnessed this a month ago, he might not have been affected. Yet now, with each passing day revealing how different you are from what he thought, Bi-Han couldn’t stand idly by while this situation happened.

‘’Your men… they’re good people. They agreed to chat with me because I couldn’t sleep, I had never participated in the festivals held in Fengjian before. According to what they say, it hosts a very pleasant atmosphere.’’ You said in a weak voice that showed that you were uncomfortable with the prolonged silence. ‘‘Are you angry with me for chatting with them?’’

‘’Of course not. This is your home too, you can talk to anyone you want.’’

‘’But I can’t get in anywhere I want to, can I?’’

Bi-Han changed the subject instead of answering the question, ‘’Come with me, I have something I want to show you.” He said. You were intrigued by a bit of curiosity that broke your timid expression. Bi-Han could feel your gaze focused on his neck as he silently crossed the corridors. He asked carefully.

‘’Do you have nightmares all the time?’’

After one heartbeat, then the second, followed by shaky breaths you answered the question.

‘’Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Lately…I—I’ve been seeing it a little too often lately.’’

Bi-Han was aware that he was walking on a sensitive topic, the only problem was that he didn’t know what the right words were. He was hesitant about how he should approach you.

‘‘A month ago you were at your home, now you’ve been married to a man you’ve known as an enemy all your life, and you’re trying to get used to this place you’ve never known. All these are factors that put pressure on a person, the stress you feel may be triggering nightmares.’’

You chuckled a little, but your voice didn’t carry any warmth. It was dull and carried the kind of wetness that would worry Bi-Han.

‘’Although the issues are different, I have always been raised under pressure throughout my life. I think I can’t cope with stress as easily as I used to anymore, I feel crushed under it.’’ You took deep breaths several times to maintain your calm, trying not to shed tears with great force, your gaze was turned to the corridor stretching out in front of you. ‘’Sometimes I don’t want to sleep, even the thought of it feels terrifying.’’

In response to your confession, Bi-Han felt a strong need to calm you down. Although you tried to keep your emotions under control calmly, your battle to keep your tears from flowing was obvious. Bi-Han had never had such a hard time trying to find the right words. Kuai Liang had warned him many times because of his rude attitude, since he usually expressed what was going through his mind the way he was, but he himself had made no effort to change it.

During his struggle with himself, both of you arrived at the door of the room where he had already wanted to bring you. ‘‘I have never come to this side of the temple before.’’ You said. ‘’Why did we come here?’’

‘’This is my mother’s library.’’

Bi-Han opened the sliding door and slid to the side so that you could go in first. You looked at him first and then at the room with big red rimmed, and quite innocent-looking eyes.

‘‘I thought I was forbidden to enter here.’’

Bi-Han let out a little grunt.

‘’Get inside before I change my mind.’’

When you went inside without repeating what he said, Bi-Han lit the lamp standing on the work table, allowing you to see inside more clearly. Her mother’s study was a small place, not too big; two of the four walls were filled with full-length bookcases. In the middle of the room, there was a polished desk made of cherry wood and a chair with the same material as the desk. On the other side of the table, there was an old leather sofa for two, in dark coffee shades. A blanket with yellow-orange stripes that her mother had knitted when she was pregnant with Kuai Liang was laid out on the sofa.

When her mother was pregnant, Bi-Han remembered her most often in this room, lying on the double sofa, reading a book or knitting. Sometimes, when the winter was quite harsh and the snow was thick enough to exceed his height, Bi-Han also remembered that he used to read books with his mother in this room. Although he is not affected by the cold, his mother always tries to cover him with a blanket. Bi-Han often tries to stop her while she is trying to make sure that he is tightly wrapped, but ultimately, at the end of the day, he had no choice but to let her do what she wanted.

It felt different to see you in this room now. The soft, warm glow from the lamp added a cozy touch as your fingers gently explored the books. The room carried the scent of old books and polished wood.

‘’Have you read all this? There must be more than a thousand books on this side alone.’’

“I didn’t have time to read them all, but my mother did.’’ Said Bi-Han, leaning one shoulder on the bookshelf from where he was standing, he watched you walk around the room and look around with interest. “My father always brought her a lot of books from everywhere he could because he knew that she liked to read. She had so many books in a short time that he finally reserved this room for her to use as she wished. Although my mother was very pleased with this, my old man regretted his decision after a while.’’

“Why?’’

“My mother cherished this room, especially during her pregnancy. She found solace among the books. That’s why my father visited often, eager to catch a glimpse of her.’’

You laughed a little.

‘’It seems that your father was very fond of your mother.’’

‘’More than enough. Theirs was also a forced marriage. They wed as two strangers, completely unaware of each other, yet my father was the first to fall in love with my mother. He, too, was a cryomancer, unaffected by the cold like me. However, my mother somehow forgot this detail – quite impossible to overlook. Being fond of knitting, she crafted a scarf for him, consisting the colors of our clan. It was the first gift my father ever received, and you can imagine his surprise. Despite his bemused reaction, my mother loved recounting this tale to us. It was her favourite memory about him.’’

‘’What a sweet gesture,’’ you said in a soft, kind voice. ‘’They have a chance that not everyone has. My parents also met the same way, but unfortunately, they were not as lucky as yours.’’

The smile on your face fell, and Bi-Han caught the haunted expression as you averted your gaze from him and turned to the books in front of you.

‘’What do you mean—‘’

‘’Oh! I don’t believe this! This book is also here?’’ You interrupted his speech with your voice, which suddenly rose with happiness. When you excitedly pulled the book from the shelf, Bi-Han turned his gaze to the book in your hand to see which book you were talking about. The book you were holding was ‘The Little Prince,’ with its cover worn out from reading it over and over, and its pages starting to turn yellow. It was one of the books that his mother loved to read, it had not left her bedside for a long time. ‘‘I couldn’t finish this.’’

‘’That’s a very short book to not finish.’’

“My father did not like us to read such books, he believed that they cut us off from reality. So I would try to read it without getting caught, but that was unlikely. My middle brother caught me secretly reading under the duvet one day, and as he told my father, he destroyed the book by burning it.’’

Bi-Han was starting to hate this man more and more.

‘’A big reaction for a harmless book.’’

‘‘It is so.’’ You said it in a sad voice. When you caressed the cover carefully with your fingers, as if you were afraid of harming it, Bi-Han felt that strange, painful ache in his chest again.

‘’You asked me why I brought you here. Sometimes there are times when I have nightmares too, I come here when I can’t sleep after waking up. It’s good for me to read something that will distract my mind, and I thought it might be good for you too.’’

This time, tears welled up uncontrollably, a few tracing down your cheeks as Bi-Han finished speaking. He grappled with what went wrong, clueless on how to cease the flow of emotion. Tension laced his voice as he questioned, “Why are you crying?”

‘’Thank you.’’ Your response caught him off guard. Swiftly wiping away the tears, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, yet a rekindled smile brought solace to Bi-Han. ‘’I didn’t expect you to be so kind. I realize I may have been a bit too prejudiced against you, feeling a bit confused now.’’

‘’You had the materials to feed your prejudices, you’re not so wrong about that.’’ Said Bi-Han with a grunt. “Sit down on the sofa, you’ll read more comfortably.’’

You did what he said, quickly sat down on the sofa, and when you opened the first pages of the book to read, a silence fell on the room. Bi-Han heard you sigh as he started wandering around the room rummaging through the books.

‘’What’s the matter?’’

‘’I know it’s going to sound ridiculous, but my mind… It is so loud, the words I’m reading don’t make any sense. I can’t focus even though it’s a children’s book.’’ As the weight of insomnia was getting heavier and heavier on you, your tired gaze looked at him as if asking for help. ‘’Will you read to me?’’

Bi-Han instantly turned against you.

‘’My voice isn’t up to it.’’

‘’I can’t calm my mind. Please, Bi-Han.’’

Your silent plea managed to break the resistance within Bi-Han. As he settled at the other end of the seat, you graciously handed over the book. Leaning back comfortably, he spread his legs and turned the yellowed first page.

Despite the weariness that clung to his eyes from hours of paperwork, a sense of duty toward you lingered, especially considering your unrestful state since the poisoning. If the simple act of reading could offer a balm to your restlessness, Bi-Han was more than willing to provide it.

As he continued to immerse himself in the narrative, you shifted your position to face him, pulling your knees together and wrapping your arms around them. By the thirtieth page, a gentle, sleep-induced of your mumble filled the room.

‘’By the way, you are wrong about your voice. It has a deep timbre that draws people in.’’ Suppressing a yawn with your hand, you continued. ‘‘At first, I admit, it sounded intimading. And right now I’m thinking the exact opposite… Isn’t it weird? My thoughts can’t stay the same when it comes to you. You’ve thrown me a curve a few times these days.’’

Bi-Han, curious, marked the spot he was reading with his finger.

‘’So how are you feeling right now?’’

Resisting sleep, your head leaned against the seat, eyelids half-lowered. You answered innocently, as if afraid the response might be overheard.

‘‘It’s peaceful.’’ Your eyes closed momentarily as you covered another yawn. Speaking became more of a challenge. ‘’I haven’t had this feeling for a long time.’’

Your seemingly harmless confession halted Bi-Han in his tracks, casting an unexpected shadow over the room. What kind of hell had you emerged from, and what haunted stories did those eyes hold? The weight of your words seemed to materialize, settling in the air like an unspoken presence. As the silence stretched, your eyes fluttered open, revealing a weariness that begged understanding. In the soft, exhausted tone that followed, you queried.

“Is there a problem? Aren’t you going to continue?”

Bi-Han redirected his focus to the book, letting the words flow as time passed. The air carried the soothing rhythm of your breath, the golden light weaving a tranquil atmosphere. In the midst of the book, you mumbled a sentence in unison.

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

“I didn’t understand that phrase when I was a little girl. How meaningful that sounds now, doesn’t it?” you added.

Bi-Han could barely understand what you were trying to say as you were struggling to speak. Your eyes closed completely now, a serene, small smile gracing your face. With each rhythmic breath, it was evident sleep was about to claim you.

Carefully, Bi-Han covered you with the blanket that was laid across the armrest of the sofa. A sweet sigh escaped you as you cocooned yourself, succumbing to the embrace of sleep. Bi-Han observed you for a while, long eyelashes casting delicate shadows on your cheeks. The relaxed expression of slumber made you appear younger, innocent, and achingly vulnerable, awakening a primal sense of protection in him.

Feeling the weight of exhaustion and the calm ambiance of the room, Bi-Han decided to position himself nearby, ready to wake you up if nightmares haunted your dreams again. Easing down on the opposite end of the sofa, he listened to your soft breaths, his own eyes growing heavier with weariness.

As the warmth of sleep began to wrap around him, Bi-Han muttered.

“What the hell are you doing to me, woman?”

. . . . . . . . . . . .

(Y/N)’s brother: Use your body and seduce him already!

(Y/N): I’m just gonna spar with him and show that we can be equals.

(Y/N)’s brother: That’s not the plan!

(Bi-Han attempting to conceal his awe): Damn, she can kick ass.

For the second part;

(Y/N)’s brother: The fuck are you doing?

(Y/N): …Listening him reading to The Little Prince?

(Y/N)’s brother: Wtf.

(Meanwhile Tomas): I ship them, now kiss.

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Pretend I'm Him [Pt. 3]

An MK1 x Reader

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[🔞Spicy/Explicit after the cut🔞]

You looked into his eyes, thought about telling him his eyes were pretty. But you just stared. He stared back. You considered that you might be falling in love. You thought you both might be falling in love. It felt fine. You felt ready to be fully enveloped in his arms. You pulled at his biceps.

“Hold me,” you said.

...

He did so, awkward on his knees between your legs. He pushed his bare chest against yours and slid his hands across your back until his arms were all around you, wedged between your body and the plush back of the chair. He peppered your cheek with feather-light kisses, then stopped. He snuggled against you and held you, nothing more.

You expected him to make some kind of move. To play with himself, to suck your neck, to hunch you, or pull you into a better position for sex, something. It perplexed you when he did nothing to indicate any expectations of sex.

“Are you… going to have sex with me?” you asked.

“If you wish,” he replied.

“Did you not want to… fuck me?” you asked.

“This isn't about what I want,” he said, “but of course I want to fuck you.”

“Then why aren't you-”

“You look satisfied.” he interrupted.

“I am, but-”

“Good. I will feel blessed if you stay satisfied,” he said, “but I don't expect you to. I can think of all kinds of things I would enjoy doing with your body, but I cannot stress enough that this really, truly is not about me. This is about you. Your wants, your needs, your satisfaction, your fulfillment- keeping you satiated is my only goal.”

“But that's so uneven,” you said.

“I will sleep tonight knowing better than that. You can take everything you want from me and I will still be in your debt. I'm not greedy enough to put a price on the peace of mind it takes to rest well,” he said.

“But I want you to get what you want. I want to see you getting what you want,” you said.

His breath rattled in his throat as he sighed.

“What I want is for you not to see how quickly I might come undone right now,” he said.

You looked naughty the second he said that.

“Oh no,” he said.

“Can I feel? Or do you want me to stop?” You asked.

You groped his cock through the fabric. He slipped the fabric down, exposing it.

“Yes. And yes,” he said, “but go on.”

His eyelids fluttered shut and his heavy breath rattled past your ear. His cockhead felt heavier, wetter, and hotter in your hand than you were prepared for.

You needed it.

“Condoms.” you said.

“As you wish,” he said as he rose to fulfill your request.

He pushed his pants down around his hips as he stood, and stepped out of them. He motioned for you to stay. As he walked away, you were able to see the way light painted every part of his naked body.

The light glinted off the shimmering wet tip that stuck out from him, leading his way, barely bobbing as he walked out of the room. Shadows bit into the V shaped cuts from his hips to his groin. Light and shadow combined forces to reveal more muscle and sinew in his legs than you'd dared imagined. You watched the workings of his ass and thighs as he walked away and realized that with all the power contained within those muscles, he could, and was probably about, to fuck you stupid.

He returned to the room holding the still-steaming kettle, used earlier to boil water for tea. He had a stack of towels in his arm, and a string of condoms dangled from his mouth. He set everything on the tea tray as he ripped open the perforated package with his teeth. His index finger and thumb found the edge of the condom within and rolled, feeling for its direction. He rolled it down on his cock in a swift fluid motion before returning to you.

You lifted yourself higher in the chair. He reached out as if to pick you up. You raised and tucked your legs expectantly as his hands went under you to grip the lowest part of your back. You shared a moment of intense, breathy eye contact as the tip of his heavy cock touched you. You were on the brink of telling him you needed to feel it inside you when he embedded himself within you.

He plunged himself all the way to the hilt as an unexpected groan, one that resonated like a cello scratched by a tiger, escaped him. He hung his head at a low, worrisome angle, so severe that you could see the knot of his bun as he rested the top of his head against your breast to hide his widened eyes from you. His rigid body petrified while inside you. You felt very full, very snug, and warm inside with his overheated motionless cock pressed within you. But after a single lengthy, shuddering breath, he swallowed, and shook his head.

“Oh,” he said with another lengthy breath, “oh that's not fair.”

The firm hands on your back unclenched. He would not look at you as he reached around you to the base of his cock. He pulled out carefully. When he stood up, you could see the well of the condom plump and filled full of his premature cum.

For a split second, you're simply frozen with thoughts running through your head, grimacing as if you had just broken something very expensive. Do I stay still and let him handle it? Do I say anything? Do I comfort him? OH MY GOD did i just *break* the grandmaster? Wow, it's kinda hot when his legs shake under him. Wait, why didn't I get to see his face!

His legs did shake beneath him as he stumbled away from you to pull off the spent condom and dispose of it. He washed up with a bit of scalding water and a tea towel, then reached for another condom with shaky hands. Curiosity quickly replaced your anxiety as you wondered what he was about to do with it. This condom also went on his cleaned cock, to replace the last one. This time, it took more than a few strokes to get the thing rolled all the way down the erect, but softening shaft. Once the bottom edge of the condom met the base of the shaft, his lips pursed. With one hand holding the desk for support, he held and squeezed the base of his shaft tight.

The faint but unmistakable wispy tinkling sound of cryomancy pulsed briefly in the room. He winced, hiccuped, and his legs faltered in that instance. He leaned heavily against the desk until he could regain his footing.

He seemed woozy as he turned to face you. As he strode toward you you could see how he directed his ice magic: At the base of his fleshy cock, an icy cockring cut all the way through the shaft. He turned a thin slice of himself at the base of his hard cock into solid ice, to constrict the bloodflow and remain erect.

“What did you do?” you blushed as you asked.

“Something uncomfortable. But I think you might appreciate the endurance that my discomfort affords me, if you'll forgive the interruption,” he asked.

“I could forgive the interruption if you hadn't hidden your face from me,” you said.

He dropped his head, a bit defeated, at your words. When he looked up again, his face looked beautiful and tired at once. You knew he didn't intend to disappoint you: when he thought he failed to please you, he hid his face from you during the peak of his failure. But now, the look on his face was one that sought your acceptance, your forgiveness, and your assistance.

“Hmm. You want to see my O face, do you?” he asked.

“...Yes,” you whispered, “I'm growing fond of you already.”

This caused him to pause. It also caused him to relax, to melt away some of the constant tension in his shoulders.

It wasn't just that you were growing fond of him. You wanted what he could offer you: a seamless transference of your affections, from a man that abandoned your clan, to a man whose presence in your life has been a constant.

Bi-Han kissed you apologetically.

“Reaching another orgasm will take some effort on my part. Let me attempt something if I may,” he said.

You nodded approval as he reached out to you.

He hooked an arm beneath your knees and lifted them over the arm of the chair, just to turn you over and gently lay you back down upon it crosswise, so that you found yourself bent over the arm of the chair with your hip bones hooked into the armrest, your ass in the air, your toes on the carpet, and your tits dangling against the wet spot you left in the seat. You certainly could not see his face from this position, but he could see your winking cunt, completely exposed and on offer.

The feeling of exposure gave you chillbumps of excitement, while the pressure of the arm of the chair against your bladder forced the sticky, velvety inner walls of your cunt to clamp down against each other. He ran his fingers along the backs of your thighs, kneaded open your cheeks, and teased the wet slit with the tip of his cock and the pads of his thumbs as he spoke.

“I want you here, with me. And I need you to stop thinking of running away. My vulnerabilities are not for disloyal eyes,” he asked.

His touch felt fantastic. You pressed yourself back and hunched against it. Your core flinched with each little huff.

“I'm loyal,” you mewled.

“I hope so. You are going to see everything of me that you asked to see.”

He trailed kisses up your spine, inching himself deeper into your hot cunt as he went. You closed your eyes. You knew why he chose to face you away from him, he wasn't ready for you to see him like this. You understood it to mean he felt vulnerable, not yet willing to look you in the face as he readied himself for you.

He switched his voice back to his raspy Kuai Liang mimicry to murmur praises in your ear.

“Don't take me too deep,” he said, mimicking Kuai Liang, “there's a shockingly cold surprise in store for you if you do.”

You held your breath. He sounded so good mimicking Kuai Liang, but your heart had started to want Bi-Han as himself.

“What if I don't want to pretend you're him anymore?” you asked.

You felt his teeth and lips and tongue against the back of your neck, chewing deep kisses into your spine.

“Then don't,” he purred in his own, rich gravelly voice.

You squirmed under him and slipped yourself open around his cock, demanding yet pleading out loud by whining the words “give it.”

He let himself sink into you, cock slipping deeper in your warm pussy.

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[stellasworks]

Yearning.

Bi-Han x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, arranged marriage, Bi-Han being mean :(, character death, arguing, possible triggers for anyone with an ED (mentions of malnourishment).

A/N: I’m so sorry if this doesn’t really make a lot of sense, I will admit it’s been sooo long since I’ve written a genuine x reader fic. But I hope to improve in the future. 🫶🏻

Being the wife of a cold-hearted grandmaster was not ideal.

Often he would come home, pay you no mind, eat, then go to bed. It’s a very common occurrence, one that you loathed.

But yet.

You loved him.

You don’t know what it was about him, maybe it was his determination, or his stoic nature, maybe it was just how handsome he is. You never knew.

You two didn’t sleep in the same room. You, unfortunately, remember the talk you two had about it like it was yesterday.

Your clan had arranged for you to marry Bi-Han due to the clan lacking status and respect, so they made an agreement with the Lin Kuei. You’d marry the eldest brother, Bi-Han, who’d soon be the grandmaster because of the recent grandmaster, their fathers death in order to not only gain respect but to gain the strength of the Lin Kuei being in their corner.

Having fully moved in to the Lin Kuei temple, you had wondered about your room. So you thought to ask Bi-Han.

You found him training his members, you had stopped to watch him train them for a bit before calling out to him. He stopped the session and walked over to you.

“What do you need, I’m in the middle of something.” He said coldly

It caught you off guard at first, his rude tone, but you left it be. “I was wondering about where I’d be sleeping, considering there are so many rooms I can only assume I’m sleeping with you in your room-“ He cut you off, scoffing in annoyance.

“No. You’ll have your own room.” He said, you looked at him in disbelief.

“My own room..? But we are married are we not? We should at least sleep in the same bed Bi-Han.”

“Grandmaster.”

Your brow furrowed “Excuse me?” You asked.

“You are to call me Grandmaster, not by my name. You’ve not earned the respect to call me by such familiarities.” He said, finding no remorse for being so rude.

“You are more concerned with me calling you by your professional title than where your wife is sleeping at night..?” You asked.

He scoffed once more and shook his head slightly almost as if he was speaking to a child he was disappointed in. “In the public eye, you are my wife, but here? You are nothing more than another occupant living in this temple. Our relationship is strictly business related. Nothing more, do not think of it as anything else.”

You went silent, you’ve never met someone so cruel.

“My mistake.” You said in a snippy tone. You attempted to walk away before he grabbed your wrist, you didn’t turn to face him you just listened.

“You will treat me with respect.” He said demandingly

“Then you will earn it.” You replied. You then walked away, you didn’t speak to him for the rest of that day.

You had come down from your room, having just woke up, and as soon as you arrived downstairs you spotted Bi-Han and his brothers Kuai Liang and Tomas, getting prepared for something. You had walked over to the brothers and asked what was going on. Bi-Han didn’t even look at you before Kuai Liang spoke.

“We have received orders from Liu Kang, we are preparing to head to Outworld to help find Shang Tsung. We will be gone for a while.” He said.

You became increasingly upset but kept a level head.

“Why was I not told about this beforehand?” You asked, more so directed towards Bi-Han.

“Because it does not concern you.” Bi-Han spoke.

“It most definitely concerns me! You are my husband, and whether you like to acknowledge it or not I love you and I care for your brothers! I should be told important thing like this! What if something happens to one of you and I didn’t know?” You asked getting exceedingly frustrated.

Kuai Liang knew where this was about to go, so he took Tomas and left the room.

“There is no one to blame but yourself for loving me, you are well aware I do not feel the same, so do not think you can raise your voice at me just because we are married. The sole purpose of our relationship is business. Nothing else. You cannot possibly be so naive as to-“ You cut him off from his tangent

“I am not naive! I am not a child so stop treating me as such! I refuse to believe that you are genuinely this cold and mean and ruthless all because you are grandmaster and you have a certain reputation to keep up!” You raised your voice at him once more watching him freeze in disbelief, not in disbelief that you were speaking to him like this but in disbelief that you were finally expressing your true feelings to him.

“You cannot possibly tell me you do not feel an ounce of love for me! I refuse to believe it!” You said.

“If you truly do not feel anything for me I want you to say it. Say it and I will leave you be, I won’t speak to you, I won’t bother you anymore. I will relieve you of the burden that is my presence.” You said, hoping that something would change in his heart to make him realize that he loved you.

oh.. how naive.

He walked up to you. Look you dead in your eyes.

“I feel nothing for you. You are nothing to me but an inconvenience. I did your clan a favor, and yet somehow I am met with the biggest burden of it all.” He said.

You looked down from him and stood there for a moment, you felt your heart break and felt tears streaming down your face, yet no crying was heard. You’ve reached your breaking point.

“Apologies.”

You turned and headed up stairs back to your room. Soon after Bi-Han left with his brothers.

You laid in your bed and cried, soon after falling asleep.

You woke up feeling ill. You had a fever, and you felt your heart racing. You attempted to walk out of your room, to the medic of the Lin Kuei.

You got half way down the hall but soon collapsed on the floor. You felt weak. You yelled out for help, soon after two Lin Kuei members found you and helped you to the medics office. Once you arrived, the medic saw how pale and sweaty you were almost as if you had seen a ghost. He acted quickly and did all that he could. This illness was difficult to identify, it would take weeks for him to properly detect was it was. Little did he know,

You didn’t have much time left.

The brothers had soon returned days later. Usually, when you were told about their missions, you’d quickly come downstairs to greet the brothers. But you were no where to be seen. This filled Bi-Han with a feeling of dread. But why? He did not love you, He didn’t even care for you so why was he feeling this anxious?

He was soon given a reason

The medic that had been treating you broke the news to Bi-Han and urged him to come quickly.

And there you were.

Your breathing was slowed, you were malnourished due to being unable to keep any food down. You were pale and looked visibly frail. He quickly kneeled by your side almost panicking, shakily grabbing your hand in both of his and holding it up to his forehead.

“What happened?!” Bi-Han raised his voice at the medic.

The medic explained that you were sick, and he’s doing his best to keep you alive but Bi-Han cut him off.

“Your best is clearly not enough!” He said, feeling himself getting choked up for the first time in years.

“I want the best doctor you can find in Earthrealm, I do not care who it is just get me them now.” He said to the medic, in order for him to reiterate the request to the others.

Bi-Han looked back at you, feeling tears fall down his face. He felt your hand moved gripping his own.

“Grandmaster?” You said in a raspy voice, almost above a whisper. Looking at him in a confused manner, why was he so worried about you all of the sudden?

“Y/n..” he looked at you with kind eyes yet scared eyes.

“What- what are you doing..?” She asks.

“The doctor told me you are unwell. When did this start?” He asked softly. This was not the Bi-Han you knew. This was someone completely different. Is this who he is capable of being?

“The day.. after you left.” You rasped out.

His breath hitched.

Was he responsible for this? For your weak state?

“I am sorry y/n.. I’ve been cruel to you. It’s always been uncalled for, you’ve only ever tried to show me who you are and how kind you can be. You’ve only ever meant well, and I pushed you away, I was.. afraid to admit my love for you, afraid to be vulnerable.” He said.

“Please, let me stay with you. Allow me to make up for my wrong doings however I can.” He begged.

You stared at him, then looked away from him ripping your hand away from his.

“No.” You said

“Y/n.. please-“

“No. You only notice my worth now that I’m weak and feeble? You notice my value now that I’m dying? You choose now to realize your love for me..?” You asked him.

“You made your choice. You said what you said and you cannot take that back. Just because you feel guilty now that I’m in this state, just because you feel liable for this, suddenly having a change of heart does not shift how you’ve treated me over the years. I’ve done nothing but beg for you to love me as I love you, I guess I truly am naive.” You laid your head down just wanting to rest for now.

He took this into consideration and left you be to rest.

Later that night he checked in on you, he approached the medics office where you had been resting. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He knocked once more, no answer. He finally entered, sensing something was wrong. He saw you laying on the bed but something wasn’t right.

You weren’t breathing.

He ran to your side, and yelled asking for the medic.

The medic tried everything he could to revive you but it was no use. Bi-Han dropped to your side cradling your body in his arms as he angrily sobbed into your neck, he loved you. He loved you so much.

But that realization came far too late.

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Right Here With Me: The Morning After

Request: By popular demand: the morning after “Right Here With Me”

Pairing: Seventeen S.Coups x Reader

Genre: Fluff/Romance

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Coups POV

It was quite possible that he had never hated himself more than he did in this moment. With a dry mouth, a raging headache, and his whole-body sore, he rolled towards his bedside table in search of a drink that did not contain any percentage of alcohol.

Flopping over a bit unceremoniously, he paused when he heard a soft grunt. Opening his eyes despite how loud the sun was being, he winced toward the warm body he had pushed into.

"Y/N?" he croaked. He wasn't sure if he was too quiet or if he had even said your name at all as you remained still.

Furrowing his brows (which was a huge mistake, any movement hurt) he tried to remember what exactly had happened last night. After working in the studio for a bit, the hip hop unit decided to blow off some steam at a local karaoke room. It only took a few minutes to realize that the night would be much more fun if you were there, so he sent a few mildly peer pressuring texts until you had eventually shown up.

That was where things started to get a bit fuzzy. He had drank. A lot.

Had he dedicated Drunk in Love to you?

Smacking a hand over his face and dragging it down, he let out a small groan. Surely, he didn't, but he had the worst feeling that he did.

His mind was a mismatched scrapbook of memories that didn't entirely make sense. He could slightly recall you helping him home. He remembered pulling you into bed with him. And he remembered...

Oh god.

Because you're mine. You always have been.

Smacking his palm against his forehead (and instantly regretting it) he tried not to panic. Sure, you were pretty much the light of his life, but you didn't need to know that!

But you were here... and if his warped memory was serving him correctly and he did actually say that to you...it could mean that you possibly felt at least even a little bit the same?

Or maybe you were terrified to leave him alone and risk him choking on his own vomit.

Semantics.

He was fucked. He wasn't sure what level of fucked, but he was. Every time he got drunk, he always managed to become a drooling mess when it came to you. He was much more capable of hiding it when he was sober, so obviously, he could never drink again.

...or he could just own up to how he's really felt all along.

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Your POV

You whined quietly as you reached across the bed. Your apartment felt like it was easily subzero, and you were chasing after whatever warmth you could find. You had been warm only a second ago...

Ah, there it was. Snuggling into the side of what squishy comfort you could find; you buried your face into something that smelled vaguely of pine and alcohol.

Pine and...alcohol?

Your eyelids fluttered open, causing you to blink up at a very hungover Seungcheol who was staring at you wide eyed. You looked around slowly, quickly realizing you were in his bedroom, far from your own apartment.

"Sorry!" you gasped, beginning to untangle yourself from him.

He remained silent, watching you struggle, only to pull you back into his arms again.

"What-What are you doing?" you grumbled, pushing one hand slightly at his chest while he held firm to your wrists. "And were you watching me sleep?"

"Well," he said quietly, his voice hoarse. "When you say it like that, it makes me sound like a creep."

"Because it's a creepy thing to do!" you insisted. "Give me back my hands!"

Smirking, he tugged you closer again. Placing your arms around his torso, he moved to cuddle himself around you. "I don't think I will."

Savoring his warmth for a moment longer, you muttered into his chest. "Do you have alcohol poisoning?"

"Why?" he chuckled.

"Because I'm starting to think you've lost your mind," you hissed, leaning back to look at him. Just as before, he continued to watch you, a soft expression painting his face. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Do you remember what I said to you last night?" he asked.

You immediately went quiet and decided literally anything aside from the boy in front of you was easier to look at. "No."

"I feel like you're lying," he sighed, defeat in his tone. "But to be honest, I can't really confirm if you are or not."

"You don't remember anything you said to me?" you mumbled, feeling incredibly small. Just like usual, he was busy pouring out his heart when the drinks were flowing, but when morning came, things were back to business.

"Only bits and pieces," he admitted.

"Right," you sighed, finally easing away from him. Sure, you had cuddled plenty of times before, but right now, you didn't want to touch him. You knew this was going to happen. It was silly to think that he could ever mean the things he said to you in the dead of night.

..

Coups POV

He was fucking this up. Badly.

"Wait, wait, wait," he rushed out, pulling you to him again. "Just...wait for a second, okay?"

"What am I waiting for?" you grumbled, your face smushed against his chest.

"I just..." he trailed off, unsure of what words could even begin to convey how you made him feel. He was terrified to actually confess. What if it ruined everything? He couldn't risk losing you. Why were things so much easier last night?

"You just?" you repeated, waiting.

"I don't know," he said quietly. His hands falling limply back to rest on his sides.

"Great," you sighed.

No. Not great. He could not abort mission. Things were said last night. He wasn't even entirely sure what had been, but he knew it was enough to make this an awkward morning. He had come this far, so why not go a little further and just do the damn thing?

"I love you," he said before he could think better of it. Bringing his fingertips to his mouth, he was surprised the words had managed to fall out.

You stared at him, blinking slowly. "In what way?"

In what way. Of course you would ask in what way. You had said "I love you" dozens of times and none of them meant the same as this.

"In a..." he continued slowly. "Love way?"

"You love me in a love way," you coughed. "Brilliant, Coups."

"Y/N," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was exhausting himself, so he could only imagine how he was making you feel. "A romantic love way. I love you in a way that isn't appropriate for someone who is only your friend to feel."

You remained silent, shock painting your face.

"I love you too."

..

Your POV

"What?" Coups croaked.

You felt like your chest was on the verge of shattering. Had you admitted that? Out loud?

"I love you so much, Seungcheol," you said quietly, once again interested in looking at anything but him. "Last night...it was the first time in a while that I dared to hope that you felt the same."

"Damnit," he muttered. "I really wish I could remember what I said if it was that good."

You chuckled before shaking your head. "You called me out."

"For?"

"Being scared," you admitted. "But to be fair, it's easy to think everything will work out when you're a bottle of soju in."

"I'm not a bottle of soju in now," he smiled, tilting your face toward his. "And I'm still telling myself everything will work out."

You sighed, searching his face. "What if we mess everything up?"

"Don't you think I've thought about that?" he chuckled. "That if I screw this up, I could lose my best friend? Y/N, if we don't try, it's going to get messed up anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"I cannot pine over you for years to come," he said softly, reaching up to stroke your cheek. "Every day that I don't get to love you in the way I want kills me. I die a little inside every time I want to do something as easy as hold your hand."

"I don't want to lose you," you said quietly, already feeling the tears prickling behind your eyes. Your chest ached with the possibility of something so big changing between you.

"You will never lose me," he whispered, pressing his forehead gently against yours. "Like you ever could."

You snorted. "I'm just stuck with you then?"

"Yep," he grinned. "Let me be your bad habit. Even when you quit, you eventually find your way back."

"Mmm," you hummed. "You make addiction sound so romantic."

"It's a skill, I know," he laughed. Pulling away from you, he tilted your face to fully look at him. "We're doing this?"

"I think it's already been done," you sighed.

"Thank god."

Seungcheol's lips were immediately on yours. Every year you had been friends, every argument you had ever had, every drunken night, every almost kiss. They had all lived behind this moment and were finally coming to the surface. His mouth was searing as he tilted your jaw to get a better vantage. You clung to the front of his wrinkled t-shirt, scared to let go. You had never been kissed like this. You would be ruined for anyone else, which you knew Seungcheol was 100% aiming for. There was no anyone else. There would only be him.

He bit roughly at your bottom lip, causing you to whimper. His pained chuckle crept out in between kisses, his hands finally dropping to your waist and tugging you in as closely as he could. His words danced along your lips, "How could we have waited this long?"

He tasted like a mix of peppermint and the alcohol from the night before. How could someone who was nearly blackout drunk still taste so sweet the morning after? Your hands slid up to cup around his jaw, applying a small amount of pressure to pull the two of you apart.

Coups looked back at you with eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong?"

"Absolutely nothing," you whispered. "And I needed to take that in for a second."

His face broke into a smile before he kissed the tip of your nose. "It's been a second." And his mouth descended on yours again.

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[itjazzbicch]

Ice To A Flame

Pairing:  Bi Han x Fem Reader 

Summary: When the reader agrees to spar with Raiden & Kung Lao, the reader is easily angered by Kung Lao's arrogance, doubting their abilities because they're a woman, and when everyone only sees the reader's outburst, her other half, Bi Han comes and settles her anger...

Warnings:  Reader beats up Kung Lao (LOL) Softer version of Bi Han (The man deserves more fluff, so I tried lol.), established relationship

Word Count: .9k 

Preparing Lui Kang's 'champions' was indeed a task. Raiden showed promise in his fighting abilities, but Kung Lao? He ground my gears.

Bi Han and his brothers went to handle some things with Lui Kang, and while they were gone, Raiden and Kung Lao convinced me to spar with them.

Raiden was good, making me put in some effort, but arrogance started to anger me when it was time to face Kung Lao.

"Come on, Y/N. I'm taking it easy on you!"

"Is that so?!"

We were exchanging quick blows. He should've been grateful that I wasn't using my true abilities against him, his following slick comment making the vein in my temple throb as he blocked one of my kicks:

"I'd give up if I were you, girly, ha-ha-OH!"

As he was laughing, I showed my true strength, roaring as I smacked his hands down, hitting him with a nasty uppercut, and as he began to fall, I kicked him square in the chest, sending him into a tree.

"Crap-" He was groaning, holding his chest in pain, and I didn't show the slightest amount of sympathy, yelling at him:

"If I were you, I'd be humble and be grateful that I'm showing you mercy! I may be a woman, but I could easily snap you like a twig if I wanted!"

I always tried not to let my anger best me, but his consistent remarks got under my skin, going to the tree and towering over him:

"Your arrogance will be the death of you if you plan to be a 'champion,' Kung Lao," There was fear in his eyes as he stared at me, needing a breath, and scoffing at him as I turned away, "That's if you can even make it that far."

"I'm sorry-" He sighed, managing to stand and offering his hand to me; that only made my anger boil for some reason, but I took his hand and warned:

"Don't be sorry. Be careful."

"Y/N-"

Looking before me, Bi Han had returned with his brothers and Lui Kang, staring at me puzzled as they all had seen what had just occurred.

Locking eyes with Bi Han, considering he was my other half, he knew I was trying to stay calm and composed, but some steam still needed to be settled. I walked past them and murmured as I heard Kung Lao's groans:

"Make sure that I didn't break any of his ribs. I need a moment to myself."

There were many gardens at the Wu Shi; I found one further away, sitting next to a shrub of flowers and meditating, slow deep breaths helping my blood pressure decrease.

"Y/N." I knew that one of them would come to check on me, Bi Han's voice making me turn to look at him and self-reflecting:

"I apologize for my outburst. I could've handled that situation differently."

"What did he do that made you do that?"

They must not have heard what Kung Lao was saying to me, sighing as I explained:

"He kept making remarks about how he was 'taking it easy on me' and assumed that he was stronger because he's a man."

Facing away and taking a deep breath, the thoughts made me a bit angry again, expressing my frustrations:

"It angers me. I have spent my whole life perfecting my combat skills just to be belittled by that boy-urgh."

"Well, think of it this way," Sitting next to me, his thought process made me chuckle, "He'll never do it again given your response to his remarks."

"I'd hope so," I breathed in, calmed again, and truly felt guilty, "I am sorry, though. I shouldn't let little things like that bother me like they do."

"I'm not worried about the matter. Sometimes, people need to be put in their place," He mumbled, eyes fixed on the view of the garden but locking into my eyes as I took his hand:

"Thank you for understanding," I smiled softly, thumb caressing the vein in his hand, and even though he still had his mask on, I could see his little smirk.

No one could thaw his ice as I could, squeezing his hand the more I smiled, but paying great attention to his words:

"You are Lin Kuei, and that's all I need to say regarding your little doubts. Never forget that."

"I never will," I nodded, pulling down his mask to kiss his cheek, "I cherish you, Bi Han."

Taking off his mask, he started looking around to make sure we were alone, which I pretended to be upset at:

"So, what if someone were to see?"

"Hmph," His nose flaring almost made me laugh, freezing in place when his lips found me. His kisses always blew me away; it nearly felt like the first time. My eyes still closed as he pulled away, "Content now?"

Slowly opening my eyes just to get lost in his big, brown eyes, I got goosebumps like I did almost every time, smiling again as he gave a soft one back at my reaction.

He rarely smiled, and my heart was whole at the thought that I was the one who could make that happen, nodding and squeezing his hand again as there was a slight breeze, leaves dancing around us:

"Always when I'm with you, Bi Han." 

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[restinslices]

Stay

Bi-Han x Reader (no gender specified)

Word count: 1499

Summary: Just some sad angst about Bi-Han’s significant other leaving him from his POV. Inspired by that scene of Kaz telling Inej to stay and Inej saying she'll have him without his armor. You don't gotta know the scene to know what I'm talking about. Just follow the plot.

Bi-Han had a thousand thoughts spinning in his head and none of them wanted to quiet down.

He couldn't even focus on one. There were multiple voices in his head screaming at him, all of them wanting to be the loudest but all of them failing. It'd been like this ever since you made it clear that you were leaving.

Maybe some of this was his fault. No. Not maybe. This was his fault. He had become neglectful, and the edges he had became sharper and sharper. It seemed like he hurt you every time you got close.

Bi-Han being foolish and prideful thought it'd all go away. There was no need for deep talks, or breathers, or whatever else you managed to think of. He convinced himself it would all smooth over eventually. This was just a rough patch and it didn't seem to actually danger his relationship.

How wrong he was.

Time passed. Neglect built. Finally you two got into a huge argument and it seemed like this tipped the scales against him. You would be leaving.

He stood nearby but refused to look at you. Didn't matter though. His brain punished him anyway, making him relive the moment you slipped your ring off. It slipped off effortlessly, like it was always meant to come off. Like you two were always meant to fail.

Your stuff was gone, so he didn't understand why you were still here, but he didn't complain. You said something about grabbing a necklace, but he never saw you grab it and the last time he looked at you, you weren't wearing one.

Bi-Han had another problem besides his inability to look at you for an extended amount of time. His hands felt empty. He tried to pass time and fill that void by cleaning his mask with a hot rag, but it didn't work. It's not just that his hands were empty, it's that you weren't in them. It was weirdly funny when he thought about it. Bi-Han wasn't big on physical touch and whispering sweet nothings. He was capable of all the cutesy shit that was typical in relationships, he just didn't care for it.

But now? All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you and force you to stay. He wanted to whisper every sweet thought he had about you in your ear. He wanted to praise everything about you, and he didn't mean just your looks. He wanted to praise you about the stupidest things; your walk, how you pronounce certain words, your laugh, how you look when the sun hits you, everything. Anything to make you stay. But he didn't. He stayed silent and he assumed that silence bothered you based on your sigh.

“I guess this is it then” you spoke, and it made his heart clench in his chest as he realized this would probably be one of the last things he heard you say.

He made a small noise of acknowledgement in response.

“Am I to take your grunting as words?”.

“Goodbye” he forced himself to say, but the words came out through gritted teeth. He could hear your footsteps get closer until you were in front of him. Your soft hands touched his, only to slide his mask out his hands and onto the table. He couldn't help but look at you then, taking in and memorizing every feature you had. There were plenty of things you didn't like about yourself. You were only human after all. Bi-Han disagreed about all of it though. If there was one thing he was forced to look at until his final days, he'd choose you everytime. He was just really bad at showing it and he hated himself for it.

“Is… is there nothing else you want to say? Just 'goodbye’?”

“What else should I say?”. You nodded then and a small “ok” left your lips. His fingers started to itch the second you looked away, that emptiness making itself known again. He didn't have his mask in his hands anymore, so his fingers tapped against each other, wanting desperately to grab you.

You had only taken one step.

“Stay”.

He didn't mean to say it. He didn't even notice he said it until you turned to look at him.

“What?”

“Stay” he said more firmly. His hand grabbed your wrist as if that would trap you with him forever. The tapping stopped, finally content now that you were touching. “I want you to stay”.

“And if I don't want to?”

“I need you to stay”.

It went silent then and he wished he could read your mind. Your face gave nothing away but sorrow and as tough as he tried to act, he knew his face looked the same. “I want you…”. He meant to add something else, but what was there to add? He couldn't pinpoint what about you he wanted. He just wanted you. All of you. Good, bad, ugly. He wanted it.

“And how do you want me to be?” You said after a second. “Obedient? Obeying your will? Being at your side when it's convenient and behind you when it's not?”. He looked away, not able to take how your brows furrowed when speaking and his hand slipped from your wrist.

He felt your hand touch his cheek and move his face to look at you. He couldn't help but close his eyes and lean into your touch, finding comfort in how familiar your hand felt against him. The world was incredibly cruel. It gave him the power to freeze everything but time.

“Do you want me to stay silent? To take what you give me and ask for nothing more? To never speak up? To just accept life for what it is?”.

His eyes scrunched together. Each word felt like a dagger being twisted inside him. Your voice narrated his memories and all he could see was how many times he took you for granted. If he could, he'd beat himself over the head and yell at himself to keep you close instead of doing what was natural and pushing you away.

“I want you Bi-Han”.

His eyes opened then, hoping maybe you changed your mind.

“But I want something different. And you… I'm not sure you're capable of change”. Your hand slipped from his face and he immediately grabbed your hand. He was delusional. He hoped the physical contact could somehow reignite the spark. Stupid and wishful thinking, but he hoped the Elder Gods were listening and would answer his prayers.

“I can change” he managed to get out. It was a lot quieter than his previous words, even if he meant for it to come out powerful and assertive. Something had to change your mind and convince you to stay. He'd bring all your stuff back by himself if he has to. He just didn't want you to start moving again.

You sighed and shook your head, “you don't change. This is just who you are and I can't take that from you”.

“Stay with me. Don't go”.

“I thought the Grandmaster would never beg or plead”.

“I do”.

Bi-Han was taught from a very early age that Grandmasters didn't negotiate. They never begged or pleaded or showed any signs of weakness. They ruled over their clan with perfection and always stood tall. Unmoving. There was no such thing as weakness.

But he was so incredibly weak when it came to you. Grandmasters didn't beg or plead but Bi-Han did, and he'd beg over and over for you to stay if it'd work.

That's the thing though. It wasn't working and he knew it.

He was far too late.

“I hope you know I loved you Bi-Han”

“Loved?”

“I love you”

“Then stay”

You smiled then. A smile that had absolutely no joy in it. Only mourning. Your hand slipped out of his and you reached up to wipe away the tears he didn't even know had fell. He wondered why you weren't crying. Whenever you fought recently, you always seemed to cry. Sometimes it'd be a few tears, other times you'd storm away and he'd hear you sob. Did he exhaust you this much? You had no more tears to spill? Did he really push you that far past your limits?

“I hope in our next life we're different. I hope we spend forever together”. Bi-Han wanted to argue with you. He wanted to shout at you and tell you that all of that could happen in this life, but he didn't. You made up your mind. It was clear. He didn't know what to say anymore. You loved him and he loved you so how did he mess it up this bad?

Your hand lingered until it finally left his face for the last time. You walked away, and this time he didn't stop you.

He watched you as you went, replaying your life together in his head and what he should've done differently.

I tried to pick the least threatening gif I saw and that was actually difficult. Where is your kindness sir? Also why is the indented shit spaced out so ugly in the beginning? Summary and word count not having one long line is gonna haunt me.

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Kuai lieng,scorpion and fem reader who likes to look at something, but at the same time listens to the interlocutor, but from the outside looks like he is not listening to them

Hello! Sorry for keeping you waiting! But here’s what you asked for! Kuai Liang and scorpion x fem reader

🧊Kuai Liang/Subzero 💠

You are one of Kuai’s best students, he likes to spend time with you, Kuai likes to lecture you about how you do things, mostly practicing, He likes to lecture you about the mistakes you did and how to never do them again.

But, every time he talks with you, your eyes goes somewhere else, looking at a lovely tundra tree while listening to him, He snaps his fingers again to regain your attention to him.

“Ayy! I’m listening!” You muttered.

“Look at me when I am talking to you!” Kuai Liang said.

“Sorry-“ You apologized.

“No excuses young lady! This is the billionth time you did it again!” He interrupted

“Grandmaster! I’m listening to you,” You uttered

“No, It doesn’t seem so,” Kuai Liang chided

“Sorry... I won’t do that again” you apologized.

“I am happy to hear this,” Kuai Liang said and gently patted your head.

“You know that isn’t polite when someone is talking with you and you are not looking at them,” He said.

“I know, I’m sorry again,” you Apologized again.

“Let’s go inside, Dear Y/n,” He told brightly.

“Okay!” You replied smiling at him.

Then you both left to Continue the training.

🔥Hanzo Hasashi/Scorpion🦂

Hanzo loves to speak with you, he feels like he is happy whenever he talks with you about anything.

You feel the same, you love to talk with him, sit with him, and have a cup of tea with him too. It’s just you love it when you be with him.

One day, Hanzo asks you if you can come with him and have a cup of tea with him. You happily agree to drink tea with him.

In the tea hall, both of you sat together and he prepared a hot teapot.

You take your time admiring the room you are in, it was decorated with old Japanese paintings of two Japanese couples, Japanese writing, and stuff similar to this.

“I see that you like the place,” The Grandmaster started

“Yeah! Very much,” You answered with a smile on your face.

While he is talking you kept looking at the room again, you begin to be interested in Japanese history and stuff.

He kept talking and talking, your eyes drifting in the room and the decorations in it. You felt like a child in a candy store, you love everything about him and his family, the history and such. That’s why you joined his clan.

He noticed that you were looking in the room and the decorations in it, he smiled to himself, knowing that you are of a different heritage, country, etc, and you are interested in his country's history and heritage. It warms his heart to know this.

“Y/N Are you listening to me?” He asked, he know the answer, but he wanted to ask.

“Yes! Yes! I’m listening to ya,” You answered him happily

“Dear~ I know that you aren’t paying attention while I’m speaking,” He gently chided.

“Hehe, Sorry! I’m just too taken in by the decorations~” you muttered.

He only chuckles in response, he gently kissed you on the head and patted your head.

“Let me tell you about them~,” he says, you nodded excitedly.

I hope you like this one and stay tuned for more~ ❤️❤️💗💗💞🌸💙💜😘✨

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Cyclone x Male Subzero Reader

Fate: Cyclone, (S/N), Ice Blizzard now!

Cyclone and (S/N) work to create an ice blizzard freezing the bad guys…

Cyclone: baby that was amazing!

Y/N: not as amazing as you

Cyclone: that battle left me kind of chilly

Y/N: why don’t we head home I can find a way to warm you up

Fate: (scoffs) young love

(S/N) = superhero name

#dc comics #dc comics imagine #dc comics fluff #dc comics incorrect quotes #cyclone #cyclone x reader #cyclone x male reader #cyclone imagine #maxine hunkel x reader #maxine hunkel imagine #maxine hunkel fav #maxine hunkel #quintessa swindell #justice society of america