#bihan fic

[glorysbox]

bihan x afab!reader (no pronouns used)

wc: 1.1k

warnings: explicitly 18+, bihan is mean, slight mention of power imbalance, slightly possessive bihan, coming inside, brief breeding mention at the end

Your Grandmaster is stressed.

It’s evident in the way his hips snap into your own, his cock buried in the warmth of your sex. Evident in the way he has little regard for your feelings or your own pleasure—clearly displayed in the cruel way he fucks into you and the punishingly cold grip that he has on your body. It stings—the icy feeling of his fingertips dug into the flesh of your hips.

“You belong under me,” his voice is low and even, nearly drowned out by the obscenely wet sounds that have you clenching tightly around him. “Be glad that you have this opportunity.”

You don’t respond. It’s not like you can, anyway—your face is buried into the mat of the floor, lips bitten as you desperately try to prevent any moans that Bi-han forces out of you. Your wetness pools around the base of his cock, sticky strings breaking with each pull out of you and reforming with each brutal push inside of you. It dribbles down, down your thighs, staining the mat under the both of you. Messy enough to be clinging to his balls and painting his thighs. Had you not been turned away from him—face down and ass up—you’d be able to notice the way he’s struggling to hold back the noises that threaten to escape his throat. You’d be able to see the way he bites his lip; see the way that his eyebrows are so tightly drawn together and see the way his cheeks are painted a rosy shade of pink. There’s a reason why he only fucks you from behind.

You are glad, though. It’s beyond you why Bi-han has taken such a liking to specifically you—despite being Lin Kuei, you perform significantly worse than your peers and struggle to keep up with the intensive training that you’re all forced to endure every day. It’s clear that he only keeps you around for one reason. Stress relief.

There’s a part of him that secretly relishes in the way you’re so much weaker than he is.

Bi-han doesn’t ever touch you. Doesn’t truly ever lay claim to your body through possessive touches as much as you secretly would like—but you don’t complain. You never complain. The fact that your Grandmaster comes to you of all people to relieve his stress is enough—and you do your best to help him. You really do. It’s not shown on his face, evident in his words or displayed in his actions, but Bi-han does truly enjoy how easily you bend to his will. He finds himself reveling in how easily controlled you are—and you don’t mind. You never do. It’s okay for him to use you… he is your Grandmaster, after all.

Cold fingers snake their way up your body, resting on your back—dipping in the center to push you further towards the ground. You shudder. Bi-han, for once, decides to not be (so) rough with you. This time, he won’t bury your face into the mat and grip your hair and force you to take the brutal pace of his cock until you’re cumming all over him. He’s in a good mood today.

Bi-han takes advantage of the way he’s forced you to arch under him, his cock drilling into you faster and a tad bit harder than before—the loud noises of your arousal probably audible to anyone who’d walk by the room. You can’t help but whine at this. It’s unintentional. Something that you can’t hold back… usually, you’re better at keeping yourself quiet. Bi-han likes it when you’re quiet. That’s what you thought, at least.

“Who’s your Grandmaster?” Bi-han’s hand grips your hair, pulling you back and forcing your neck to crane. He’s not feeling so benevolent anymore. His pace increases, his cock pumping inside of you harshly enough to the point where you can’t help but moan. He makes an effort to tilt his hips ever so slightly—the blunt tip of his cock rubbing alongside the spots he knows makes you cream around him. For someone that claims to only care for his own pleasure… he knows your body very, very well. Your walls flutter and clench around his cock, hands clawing at the mat below you as his grip in your hair tightens. His tone is gravelly—low—and you find a strong feeling of need throbbing in your lower body at the sound of his voice. “Say it. Don’t disappoint me.”

You could never dream of it.

“B—Bi-han…” Your voice comes out as a long, drawn out whine. You’re usually more mindful of your volume—but the feeling of him pressing into you like this, so relentlessly—you can’t help it. Hands gripping the mat to steady yourself, there’s nothing to stop the sounds that you make from escaping. You try to bite your lip—but he just presses deeper into you. Making you whine more. Your body trembles under him—legs shaking—as he draws back to plunge further into you especially roughly.

Bi-han is starting to find that he doesn’t mind listening to the sound of you moaning under him like this.

“You belong to me,” he reiterates, his hand moving from your hair towards the junction of your legs. Cool fingertips make their way towards the bud in between your legs—two of his fingers rubbing your clit in soft circles, a stark contrast to the punishing pace that he’s set for you. “No other man can have you like this. Say it.”

“Y—yours,” your words come out in babbles, barely intelligible as you struggle—squirming and writhing under him as he toys with your clit and drills inside of you. “Yours—I’m—”

The feeling is too much. His cold fingers ghosting along your clit—the other hand gripping your hips harshly enough to leave bruises. It doesn’t take a long time for your squirming to become borderline uncontrollable; matching the way your walls flutter and tighten around him like a vice and matching the way your cream and arousal stain his cock. Bi-han fucks you through it. He always does—more focused on finishing himself than having any regard for you—his hips stuttering at the feeling of you creaming around him and his grip on your hip tightening even more.

He stuffs his cock inside of you, burying himself to the hilt—leaving no space between the both of you. You can feel his seed leaking inside of you—it’s warm, and hot, and unfamiliar.

“You’ll give me a son.” He tells you, voice akin to a demand as his grip on your hips keeps you in place.

Who are you to deny your Grandmaster?

#there arent enough mk fics i intend to deliver. #syzoth next #mk #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk bihan #bihan smut #bi han x reader #bi han smut #mk1 #mk1 smut #mortal kombat 1 smut #nsydfw #writing

[ukit4m4]

★┆LIN KUEI BROTHERS FAVOURITE SPOT(S) TO KISS N BITES

warning : none, i think..? only bi han 's part have a tiny bit of smut

writer's note : HI LOL I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED IN A VERY LONG TIME 😓 I THINK THIS HAVE BEEN IN MY DRAFT FOR LIKEE IDK TWO MONTHS???? I SWEAR I'LL POST THE DARK!JOHNNY FIC SOON.. (or not idk writingblock is consuming me)

Bi-Han :

- he's probably a boobs typa guys. he'd prefer laying down with you, and rests himself under your chin, nuzzling onto your chest. Believe me, at the most random times of the day, he'll walk up to you and randomly squeeze your chest. (If you're comfortable enough with that, of course.) When having sex, he'll lean down and will definitely nuzzles onto your chest, whispering,

“You're mine, aren't you? Say it," He'd groans. "Say that you're mine." :3

Kuai Liang :

- when you guys are cuddling, his favorite position are the spooning thingy. His the big spoon, you're the small spoon. Sometimes, you guys will just cuddle in a comfortable silence and it makes him happy that you can spend time with him without words. If it is winter, he'll probably heat up his body ever so slightly so that you won't feel cold. He'll put his chin on your shoulder, then plant kisses on your cheeks until you giggle :3

Tomas Vrbada :

- Opposite of Bi Han, he loves putting YOU on HIS chest instead. Yep, you heard it right! Either when you guys are in the bedroom, or in the living room while watching TV, he'll lean to a stacked pillows, and put you on his chest, no matter if your body is big or not. Basically, your head is under his chin, so he'll plant kisses, stroke your hair, back, arms, etc. No matter what position you guys cuddle in, he just happy enough to spend time with you :3

likes, reblogs and shares are very very much appreciated !!!!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

#ukitama writes #bi han mk1 #tomas vrbada mk1 #kuai liang mk1 #mk fanfic #mk short fic #writing #mk writing #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #bihan mortal kombat 1 #free palestine #bi han x reader #tomas x reader #kuai liang x reader #fluff writing #cuddling #mk x reader

[gophergal]

Kids being kids

#gopher art #mortal kombat #kontradictions mk #mk subzero #mk smoke #kuai liang #bihan #tomas vrbada #genderbend #r63 #the sketch of baby kuai and bihan is based on a moment from ch14 of my fic (but the truth is worse) #at least i think its 14. its starting to blur together for me #kuai is 5 and bi-han is 9; almost 10. Kuai's shitty haircut is based on a haircut i gave myself around that same age #aka the reason my mom didn't let me use scissors for until i was legitimately 10 years old. no i am not kidding #in the second picture kuai is 15 and tomas is 17 almost 18. this is very shortly before kuai is scarred #i still have no fucking clue what the lin kuei uniforms are about. does everyone wear blue? just the bros? why do some of them get to wear #A Special Color and some dont? is it a rank thing? #anyway i think uniform is based on rank. and thats why the tiny cryosibs are wearing such different looking uniforms

[krysta-cross]

Bihan’s punishment 2

⚠️Warning: smut, filth and some violence incoming so minors or anyone who ain’t comfy don’t read on

The wind god brought you into the temple, tend to your injuries and asked you to get some rest but it’s been hours since you have been trying to get some sleep after all the events that happened which you still find hard to wrap your head around.

You phased around trying your best to catch some shut eye but failed. You got tired of tossing yourself around the bed that you sat back up and decided to go out for a walk and breathe some air outside,hoping it will help induce sleep.

As you slowly and gently walked the wooden floors of the temple to head outside, a pair of eyes follows you as you have successfully made your way out and venture into the gardens.

You looked up the dark night sky riddled with a few stars as your hand brushes the bushes on your side, feeling the leaves on the palm of your hand. It hasn’t been long since you went outside when a gush of icy cold wind blew on you, slightly lifting your robe making its way on your skin. You shivered a bit and rubbed your hands together, thinking that maybe it’s a bad idea to go outside during this time as it got colder. You blew your warm breath on your palms and as you turn around after deciding to go back in your room, you saw a shadow of a person standing beside the tree, with the moonlight slightly illuminating his silhouette you recognized him.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” you asked, annoyed as you try to calm your wildly pounding heart due to shock and fear that washed over you thinking you were being followed by some serial killer only to see Bi-han walking close to where you stopped to take deep breaths to calm yourself down.

“Maybe I am, isn’t that exciting Y/N? Did it make your heart pound faster than normal? Haha….” he said in a teasing tone which annoyed you more so you threw a sharp stare at him to show that you didn’t find it funny. He met your dagger sharp gaze and closed a few distance between you as he lifted your face up from your chin. “Looks like you didn’t like my joke, Y/N but I find that annoyed expression you are showing sexy I could just bite you right now…” his warm breath washed just above your lips, sending a sparkling sensation over you which softened up your gaze.

“I could’ve died with it so it’s not funny at all!” you exclaimed as you swat his hands off your chin and walked past him to head back to your resting area like you planned earlier.

Bi-han lets out a short laugh and used his arms to lift you up from your waist to stop you from walking away. This has taken you by surprise and tried to escape his grasp by pushing his arms off you but he is stronger and no matter how you push his arm to free yourself it didn’t budge a bit.

You flail your feet which were afloat as he is holding you slightly above the ground, your back touching his warm body as his grip tightened while you struggle to break free.

“Woah, stop resisting now before you hurt yourself, kitten. Remember what I told you before?” the blue clad man whispered near your ear and you felt like all of a sudden you were drained of all the energy you put up together just a while ago to escape, it seemed like your body immediately knew that escape is impossible.

He loosened up his grip on you and put you down, this made you think he is letting you go so you take one step away and he yanked you back, you almost lost your balance so you leaned on him as you almost tumble down face first so now your head is resting on his chest, you can hear his heart beat going faster.

You then immediately pushed him away but he is swift to move and in a blink of an eye he is now carrying you, bridal style.

While you try to process what just happened he said “Enough playing cat and mouse, you are due to a punishment from me. You better be ready to face the consequences of teasing me like that…”

You knew he is threatening you and now your mind is riddled with all sorts of punishment you can think of and that scared the shit out of you, you now beat yourself for teasing him which brought you into this mess you don’t even know how you can escape from.

To those who looks for the 3rd part, here’s the link: https://www.tumblr.com/krysta-cross/726227532798656512/bihans-punishment-3

It has been labeled mature so it’s hidden ^^

#krysta’s fic #bihan’s punishment #bihan x reader #bihanxreader #mk bihan #mk1 subzero

[toreii]

Bi-Han screenshots belong to far2wi on X. Other images sourced from unsplash and pexels.

Pairing: Bi-Han x OC (Yue)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: mild sexual content, implied sexual content, character death

Summary: They were destined to meet again and again. Though fate conspired to keep them apart, they somehow find their way back to one another at the restart of another timeline. A promise spoken from ages ago, a solemn vow to reclaim what once was theirs.

It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything proper, and with so much thought put into it. This fic originally began as little snippets of ideas that I had when MK9 came out. I’ve been a fan of Bi-Han for years, but never really pursued writing for him. I am much too shy to write for him. But, I wanted to try now that MK1 came out. With a little encouragement from @peijizerojournal I finally finished writing this prequel of sorts. I had a little hiccup getting it written because of my work and the holidays keeping me busy, but I’m relieved and so happy to see it done. If you give it a read, I hope you enjoy it. Kudos not necessary, but appreciated.💖

I have a main story to plan now, ahaha…🥲🙃

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #bi han #mk1 bi han #sub zero #mk1 sub zero #oc #self indulgent fic #shoutout to everyone who wrote character anslysis about bihan bc i read those #thank you for guiding me #im still learning how to write him #he makes me so nervous lol #i also made a moodboard for them #yall i was really invested into this

[running-with-the-feels]

I absolutely adore your Sareena doming Bi han and using multiple straps. I actually have my own version of it in which Sareena just shapeshifts herself a dick (she can shapeshift herself a full human form including the clothes a dick should be possible) though they still use straps when Sareena wants to fuck him in her demon form or they want to experiment with more freaky dildos.

Anyway I just adore the idea of Sareena to just shapeshift herself a bigger or smaller dick size or change it’s size in the middle of sex to either absolutely edge the fuck out of Bi han or to fuck his brain out with overstimulation and honestly not even knows Bi han knows what he enjoy more he is mostly in it for the ride when Sareena tops him though he does return the favour later with just as much enthusiasm

NSFW Y'all!

Oh she for sure can, but she keeps the shapeshifting, or at least that part of it, secret for a while. Partly bc she just forgets to mention it but also bc once she remembers it's almost Bi-Han's birthday, so she and Johnny make a plan to surprise him with that ability.

Bi-Han is thrilled and they spend the entire day in bed together with Johnny and Sareena taking turns filling him up over and over again until he has been fucked stupid by it.

#I'm tempted to fic this #I have so many other fics to write but I'm so tempted #bihan #sareena #johnny cage #bireencage #mortal kombat 11

[mysticcrownwolf]

#bihan #bireena #bihan x sareena #sareena #mortal kombat #mortal kombat1 #All the words are mostly about breaking free from toxic relationships and baggage and then their is Melanie Martinez Sippy cup because #I looped that song while writing the fic dunno it gives both abusive and body shaming parent vibes to me #Works great in context of the fic thought

[snoozisworld]

as soon as i posted that poll its like all the thoughts in my head vanished. why has god punished me with writers block in this critical moment. i cant fail my people (bihan fuckers).

the fic will come guys i promise 😭

#mortal kombat #fanfic #mk1 #mk1 2023 #bi han sub zero #sub zero #bi han x reader #bi han x you

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can we get a Bihan and m!reader mini fic(what do you call those?) where the reader is really touchy but only with bihan, and he only finds this out when reader comes to him for a hug in front of his brothers , where they act surprised at the reader’s actions.

Also I love love your work!🫶

Mini fics are often called drabbles or drabs for short :)

This isn’t going to have much -if any- dialogue at all, so be prepared for that. But thank you for enjoying my works, it’s much appreciated. 🦦

Bi-Han had been gone for a lengthy period of time on an intense mission he had easily summarised as a mission of high importance for the Lin Kuei. And all the while you were clinging onto his bare muscular back, your face firmly resting within the space between his shoulder blades that you would occasionally kiss, listening intently to every word that left his mouth; just as you practiced multitasking by having your hands gingerly stroke the scars that you knew were located on his abdomen.

You weren’t a touchy, feely guy by any means. You didn’t actively sought out physical affection nor distributed physical affection out to anyone, not even to your closest friends, as you tended to keep your hands firmly to yourself and show your affection and appreciation through different means. After spending some time with Bi-Han however had brought a side out of you that you weren’t aware was you ever had, a side that was strictly reserved for Bi-Han and Bi-Han alone; One where you would always find yourself being the first to initiate physical contact between yourself and Bi-Han.

One such instance being holding hands where you would subtly brush your hand against the back of his hand, before slipping your hand comfortably into his, your fingers intertwining within his own and holding onto him as tightly; as you possibly could as though you were scared to let him go, for fear that you had actually made him up within your mind in means of satiating a hidden desire, rather then search for it out elsewhere.

Soon after Bi-Han’s departure for the mission, the days that followed afterwards felt like an eternity when strung together, back to back. It wasn’t until then that you realised how much you deeply missed and craved Bi-Han in all his entirety. You hadn’t came to this realisation until way later, when during nights you had been instinctively reaching out towards his side of the bed in your sleep -jolting awake in an instant when your hand felt only bedding- looking for his distinct figure through the darkness; Only to be reminded that he was out on a mission and wouldn’t be back for quite awhile yet before attempting in going back to sleep.

This routine would continue for many more nights afterwards before news broke of Bi-Han was coming home has reached your ears. On that particular night you could barely find it within yourself to commit to some proper sleep, you would only end up becoming more and more fitful, before ultimately waking yourself up from your own restlessness and excitement in getting to see Bi-Han again. It was almost embarrassing if you weren’t completely taken with the stoic man with the stupidly gorgeous pair of eyes.

So upon the day of Bi-Han coming home, you were stood alongside his brothers, Kuai Liang and Tomas Vrbada, with the impatience of a puppy dog awaiting at the door for it’s owner arrival. And it must’ve been easily notable as both Kuai Liang and Tomas Vrbada shared a knowing look, but out of respect for your relationship with their brother, they didn’t speak upon it nor point it out to you; for they awaited patiently to welcome their brother come home and congratulate him on the success of the mission. It wasn’t until you finally saw Bi-Han within your peripheral vision did you felt your body take over, as you found yourself breaking out into a full on sprint towards the cryomancer.

You honestly didn’t care how you came across to others, you were the one who suffered sleepless night without Bi-Han to cuddle up to, not them, so they couldn’t judge you for missing your attentive lover. When you had gotten close enough to touch Bi-Han, the first thing you did when within proximity was hug him as tightly as you physically could, burying your head within his neck and breathing him in deeply as your hands grasped at his waist desperately; feeling your soul become whole once more as you allowed your eyes to flutter shut and a content smile blossom across your lips, happy to finally feel Bi-Han against you and it not be within your dreams.

The twin looks of utter surprise upon Kuai Liang and Tomas’s faces went completely unnoticed by you but not by Bi-Han, who always assumed upon first meeting that you were naturally affectionate towards your friends but upon seeing his brothers reactions, that didn’t seem to be the whole case. He would’ve reprimanded you for hugging him -and in public no less- when he had a reputation to maintain, but Bi-Han did had to admit that he had missed you whilst he was away, wanting nothing more then to feel you cuddle him from behind and feel your hands trace his scars; as It had acted as his own personal motivator in getting the mission done as quickly and effectively as possible.

‘Welcome home Bi-Han.’ You muttered into his neck. ‘I missed you greatly.’

‘I missed you too, little bird.’ Bi-Han replied in a tone where only you were able to hear him clearly enough as your smile widened as your hold on him tightened, just happy to finally have him back in your arms.

#mortal kombat x male reader #mortal kombat 1 x male reader #mk1 #mortal kombat x y/n #mk x y/n #mk imagine #mortal kombat x you #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat imagines #bi han imagines #bi han x y/n #bi han x you #bi han imagine #mk1 x male reader #mk x male reader #bi han x male reader #sub zero x male reader

[bihansthot]

How would Bihan react if his s/o is feeling insecure about their body?

He would make you so secure about it you would forget you ever felt that way in the first place. Bi-Han loves every inch of his s/o’s body, every roll, every stretch mark, your misshapen (your words never his) breasts, your not perfect ass, they’re all just the epitome of beauty to him.

He’s a very touch starved person and as such he loves touching you and being touched by you and he worships those little imperfections you think you have, to him they’re just part of the person he loves.

He won’t let you talk badly about yourself and will spend ridiculous amounts of time and energy countering your negativity, usually with some line about how only the best of the best are worth being his s/o.

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“Qīn stop talking like that, your tiddies are perfect,” he sneaks his arms around you, staring at your joint reflection in the mirror. His cold hands drag up your stomach, completely disregarding your pudgy lower belly until his hands are cupping your breasts. He holds them and smiles with almost childlike delight as he jiggles them in his rough, calloused hands. “Look at them! They’re like perfect little puddings!” The cryomancer buries his nose in the crook of your neck, dropping chilled kisses as he went. “How can something that brings me such delight be anything other than perfect?”

“Polar Bear, stop, they’re saggy ok? Just like my stomach is all saggy and my thighs are too fat,” you look away from your reflection and sigh sadly.

Bi-Han forces you to look at your reflection as his cold hands trail over you stomach, “saggy? Where? All I see is a stomach perfect for breeding my heir, how perfect you’ll look all pretty and swollen with my seed,” he pauses to lick a cold stripe down your neck. “And these thighs, ugh fuck me, these thighs that squeeze me in all the right places, keeps my head buried in your sweet pussy while I’m lapping up your juices like your obedient house pet. You think I’d do that for anyone qīn? Not in a million years, you’re the only one I’d ever break for,” his deep voice reverberates through your body making your pussy tremble with need.

“R-really?” You ask, having a hard time finding your voice after the delicious, honeyed words dripping from Bi-Han’s tantalizing lips.

His hands squeeze your ass, kneading your cheeks wantonly, his hard cock pressed against your behind, “I can lie qīn, but my body can’t, you can feel how hard just the mere sight of you makes me, the smell of your arousal has me dripping with desire.” He growls low in his throat before picking you up with ease and wrapping your perfect for him thighs around his waist. “Come, let me show you all the ways your body calls to mine,” he whispers low and carries you to your shared bed to spend the rest of the night showing you all the ways you were perfection in his eyes.

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Sorry that ends kind of abruptly, I’m not quite in the right mind space for a full blown fic so hopefully a ficlet will suffice! I may continue it if people like it and want more but it’s something I struggle with personally so it’s a bit hard for me to write because I look at myself and think there’s no way someone like him would want someone like me. Also, I apologize if it’s a little self indulgent with the insecurities, you never really specified what you were self conscious about so I picked what I am self conscious about. Anyway hopefully you lovelies enjoy this little snippet.

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #bi han x reader #sub zero x reader #nsft #bi han x f!reader #sub zero x f!reader #ficlet #suggestive #self concious

[heavenlyvision]

not an ask BUT— i just wanted to say your writing is absolutely so immaculate that you’ve got me reading for characters i don’t normally read for (specifically kuai and esp bihan like wtfstsshe)

but i adore every single things you’ve written and i can’t wait to read the second part of that johnny fic ACKKCKCK

ahhhhh thank you!!!!!!! >/////<

my agenda is succeeding, everyone join me and simp for the characters i love

(the people who don’t wanna fuck bi-han confuse and delight me, i saw him in story mode and had heart eyes almost immediately)

johnny fic should be done,,,,,,,,, soon???? maybe next week, we shall see 🤩

#ask vision

[glorysbox]

maybe a fic where reader does end up giving bi-han a son 👀…. man would go crazy for pregnant sex i know this in my heart

bihan x afab!reader (no female pronouns used)

wc: 1.9k

tags: explicitly 18+, pregnancy sex, bihan is soft in his own way, mentions of body image issues, possessive bihan mention

Bi-han is cold. He's a man that doesn't mince his words. Doesn't pull any punches; physical or verbal.

To many, no, to all of the Lin Kuei, this is an apt description of him. Bi-han's word is absolute. He leads a clan of the greatest warriors—he strives and aims for perfection. He crucifies those who don't. 

Though recently, a part of you has you doubting the true nature of his character. When it's just you and him, he seems... different. His words aren't so cold. His touch isn't so rough. A part of you knows it's because you're carrying his child—knows that he doesn't really care for you so much as he cares for what you're giving him. The other part of you wishes he acted this way for other reasons.

"On your back." You abide. You always do. Bi-han's voice is low as he speaks, one hand pinching the fat of your hips as the other grazes over the swell of your stomach. He's a man of few words—with you, at least.

"I have to—"

"Quiet. Move your hands." You hesitate, for once. You've always been quick to heed his words—desperate to impress him in one way or another. But... the pregnancy has been hard on you. Hard on your body; hard on your mental state. It's been hard coping with the changes that've come upon your body. The toll is evident in the way you carry yourself. In your hesitance.

It's hard not to notice the frustration that lines Bi-han's face. Your shyness—though not new—only serves to anger him more. He doesn't understand why you're like this. To him, you're, for lack of a better word, perfect. You listen well. You're pleasing to the eyes. You're carrying the next true heir of the Lin Kuei. What more can he ask for?

His brows furrow.

"I won't ask again. Move your hands." He pauses for a moment, his expression still drawn in—yet, he decides to be nicer with you. "I want to see all of you."

He wants to.

You move your hands. It doesn't take long to feel his icy touch on your body again—slipping up the gown that he'd had custom made for you. Bi-han's calloused hands graze over your warm skin, relishing in the feeling of the softness that so directly contrasts his entire being. It's intimate. It's intimate to feel his hands on yours, so adoringly. It's intimate to be on your back for him... when he'd only ever kept you on your stomach.

"You're not allowed to hide from me." His tone is clipped, fingers squeezing at the flesh of your breasts, eliciting a gasp from your lips. "You can't deny me what is mine." He savors the feeling of your swollen breasts cupped in his hands, his aggression muted in favor of your comfort.

Your hands can't help but follow his own. The palms of your hands rest on top of his—wanting to cover yourself—but still regarding his word. You've never touched Bi-han like this, if at all.

He doesn't stop you.

"Bi-han..." You feel his fingers dancing along the hem of your gown, threatening to pull it over your head. Threatening to expose the changes and new state of your body... something that you aren't particularly fond of. You open your mouth to speak, to ask him to leave it on, but you catch sight of the way his eyes look over your body. It's hard to miss. Hard to miss the way his eyes hungrily graze over your body—and for once, your protests seem to die in your throat.

"Again," Bi-han pulls your gown up just far enough to expose your breasts. "Say my name again."

He pinches the bud of your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. It's not lost on him the way you whine ever so slightly—or the way his name falls from your lips in a pathetic and needy whimper. Bi-han puts a hand on each thigh, effectively separating them enough for him to fit himself in between your legs. The protrusion in his pants presses against the soft skin of your thigh—and if you were concentrating enough, you'd feel how it was throbbing just at the sight of you.

His hands run up and down your body, firmly but gently. They cover every inch of you—starting at your neck, moving towards your breasts, feeling the soft skin of your arms, pinching at the fat of your ass. It's almost as if he's trying to commit this very moment to his memory. Bi-han's expression is... soft, in its own way. Soft for only you.

"Don't question me." His voice is low, but insistent. Once more, his hand slides over the swell of your belly. "You insult my choice by hiding from me."

That's the last thing you want.

This time, you make no protest at the feeling of his fingers over your tender nipples. You don't stop him when he's tugging your panties down, past your ankles. You don't stall in an attempt to hide your body anymore. He likes you. All of you. You can hear the sound of your blood thrumming in your ear, quickened at the feeling of the pad of his thumb on your clit. It's gentle. He's gentle.

You feel vulnerable under his gaze. Nervous at the feeling of his eyes trained on you so intensely—and a secret part of you lavishes at the attention your Grandmaster gives only you. His thumb rubs sweet and slow circles on the sensitive bud, gauging your reactions while his other hand toys with the swell of your breasts. You don't miss how Bi-han's lips are parted—don't miss how the tips of his ears are red along with the skin of his cheeks. Only you can see this side of him.

"I'm not satisfied with just one." Bi-han mumbles, hands withdrawing from you to untie the cloth belt that rests on his waist. "You'll give me another child after this."

You're barely listening; too focused on the way his cock springs from his pants—focused on the way precum leaks from the tip and focused on how the stiffness rubs along the slick of your folds. Bi-han is like this for you. For your body.

He's gentle as his cock urges your folds open. Before you were pregnant, everything Bi-han did with you was fast and rough—no concern for you or how you would've wanted to be fucked. Now... Bi-han finds himself putting more thought into the way that he touches you. You liked it before, and you like this now. Bi-han, though, finds himself preferring these slow moments much more—preferring to take his time, to focus on how you feel and eliciting those pretty noises from your mouth that he's come to obsess over. His cock slowly splits you open, filling you inch by inch—coated in your slickness that threatens to slip down the curve of your ass in sticky droplets. His hands grip on your hips, not harshly, as he keeps you anchored under him. The hunger in his expression is palatable; the wet noise of him sinking inside you to the hilt stirring a feeling of arousal deep in your gut.

He watches. Bi-han watches the way your jaw slacks, watches the way you grip onto the muscle of his arms, revels in the feeling of your tightness clinging to him so desperately.

"Bi-han..." Your voice is a pathetic whine, teetering into nothingness as he fully sheathes himself inside of you. "Please... I want more."

Yes. Bi-han prefers you like this.

"More? You're in no position to make requests of me." His cock drags slowly along your sensitive walls, hips rolling into yours almost lazily as his eyes stay trained on your expression. Despite his words, he seems to be giving you exactly what you want. His touch is bordering on possessive as he continues to slowly, agonizingly stretch you open with movements that edge on the feeling of love.

“You’re good to me.” The words are foreign falling from Bi-han’s lips. He’s never been one to compliment anyone, at all, but he seems to be breaking a lot of the previously set expectations of him for you. His tone is hushed… needy, even. To him, you’re beautiful—not that he’d ever say it out loud—but his actions tell you that enough. The way his eyes are hungrily watching the bounce of your breasts or the way they’re trained on the sight of his length sloppily and languidly sinking inside of you tell you everything you’d ever need to know.

Bi-han is less reserved as the rhythm of his hips quicken, the squelching slapping of your bodies joined together forgotten in favor of the audible noises that freely fall from his lips. He’s never let his guard down like this… so quickly, without another thought. You’re the only one that can make him lose his inhibitions like this.

“Bi-han—” His name falls from your lips like second nature, the fluttering and spasming of your walls around him pulling a grunt from him. The way you mewl; the breathlessness of your voice, it serves to only increase the pace of his hips against your own. You’re all glassy-eyed and needy and so wet for him to the point where he finds himself nearly losing control. Your nails dig into the skin of his arms—and he doesn’t stop you.

The rock of your breasts is intoxicating to him, his free hand gripping and kneading at the soft and swollen flesh that’s only become more sensitive with each week that’s passed. More accurately, every part of you intoxicates him beyond belief. He can’t get enough.

It’s not long after that until his hips begin snapping into your own, pumping inside of you with such a fervor that has your thighs trembling wrapped around him and squeaks falling from your lips with each particularly angled thrust of his cock inside of you. Your mind is fuzzy at the feeling of him rutting so desperately inside of you; clouded by the feeling of his hands gripping and greedily squeezing at every part of you that he can reach.

Had it not been for the pronounced shape of your belly, he would’ve opted to swallow the pretty noises he drives from your lips with his own.

Your skin is hot to the touch—and when you feel his icy fingertips in the apex between your thighs, you struggle to hold back the squeak that the sensation forces out of you. The pad of his thumb toys with your clit once more; his ministrations rough and sharp and coaxing you closer to an orgasm. Bi-han grunts at the sight of you—the sight of your back arching and head lolling to the side and the sight of your lips parted and moaning for him. His thumb presses into your clit harshly, providing pressure that matches the particularly deep thrust that he couples with it.

His cock drives into you; burying to the hilt at the feeling of your slick walls clinging and clenching and squeezing around the shaft—thighs unconsciously jolting at the sensation. His hips grind against yours—serving to only heighten the sensation that has you trembling under him so desperately—your orgasm washing over you in waves so intense that you’re whining and shaking and your toes are curling as you keen out intelligible babbles about how good it feels. You don’t even realize how he’s spilt thick ropes of his cum inside of you until the sensation of it seeping out of you.

The feeling of cold hands on the skin of your cheek, thumb swiping away the tears that’d slipped from the pleasure, ground you. How intimate of him.

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[ukit4m4]

★┆ “Bi-Han is definitely the type of guys that doesn't go only for 1 round.“

FEM READER / HUSBAND!BIHAN / NOT A REQUEST

- Warning(s) : full NSFW short fic, multiple rounds, a bit of struggling, br33ding for a couple times, SLOWBURN NSFW, fingering. THIS ISN'T R///PE. HIS WIFE IS JUST ULTRA SENSITIVE PLZ DON'T CANCEL ME GRAHHH🙏🏻🙏🏻

- Writer's note : I'm having so much husband!bihan brainrot bare with me also it's my first time writing a long fic so erm yea ignore typos. reblogs are very appreciated!!! Core means the thing between your legs. your welcome.

Bi-Han enters their shared room, noticing that his wife isn't in there, and the bathroom's water running. She's probably taking her usual random night shower. Bi-Han sighs, and goes to takes his gears off. He'd place them on the table, and his wife walks out of the bathroom, a bit startled of his presence.

"Oh, Bi-Han. You're home early," She says. Bi-Han didn't meet her gaze, already knowing she's only covered in her shower towel. "Hn," Bi-Han huffs, and took off his uniform, revealing his under dark blue shirt. His wife shrugs, already used to his dismissal. She then goes to her closet to pick a pajama.

Bi-Han looks into his mirror, which shows a reflection of himself and his wife, behind him, at her closet, searching for an outfit. His jaw clenched, seeing how the towel wraps around her small waist. Her hair is slightly damp, probably because she took some time drying it in the bathroom. Bi-Han could feel the painful stiffness against his pants' fabric.

Bi-Han then turns around, walking up to his wife. "Y/N." He called out. His wife turns around. "Huh?" Bi-Han then reach out, turning her around and straight up kissing her. His wife's eyes widened, not used to this.. kind of gesture. Bi-Han deepened the kiss, one of his hand on her waist, another on her hip.

Bi-Han then breaks the kiss, trailing his lips to her neck, a sensitive spot, that is. His wife whimpers lowly, hand rested on his back. "Wha-" She was about to ask a question when Bi-Han cuts it off. "No questions. I just want you for the night, wife." Bi-Han says sternly.

With a swift motion, Bi-Han would take off the towel off his wife's body, revealing her whole body for his eyes only. "Relax," Bi-Han says, noticing her squirms. She's probably nervous. "I am." She replied. Bi-Han kissed her again, pressing his body against her so that she could feel his hardness.

His hand from her waist leaves the spot, then trails down to her core. He then started to rub her clit surprisingly gently. She gasps, squirming even more. "B- Bi-Han-" She mumble, while one of his finger made it's way inside her slowly. "Sshhh,.." Bi-Han coo, his eyes focused on her core.

His finger that's inside his wife is cold, making her squirms even more against the wall. He then starts stroking her walls, making her whimper softly. His hand on her hip moves, pushing her head gently to his chest so that her whimper is slightly muffled. Her back arches, and he added another finger. His pace fastens, making her melt into him.

"Let it go. Cum for me," He commanded. After a few hard and fast thrust, the damp broke, and she reached her climax, shuddering slightly. Bi-Han's fingers slowed, but didn't stop. After he prolongs her climax as long as possible, he finally stops and slowly pulls out. He pulled his wife away, and kissed her deeply. "Good girl." He murmurs against her lip.

Suddenly, Bi-Han picked her up, and brought her to the bed. He placed her head against the pillow, and he looms above her. "You're mine, and I'll take you anytime and anywhere I want too," Bi-Han whispers against her ears as he continues kissing her jaw and his hands roams around her body. Bi-Han then unzips his pants, pulling it off. He then pulls his shirt off.

Oh shit, he's big. Her wife let out a half-whimper half gasp, squirming in place. "What?" Bi-Han raised an eyebrow, positioning himself between her legs. "W- Will it even fit..?" His wife asked nervously. Bi-Han groans lowly, kissing the crook of her neck. "Of course it will. I'll make it fit," He smirks against her skin. He leaned forward, kissing her once again as he eased himself inside her slowly.

She gasp into the kiss, and his tip gave her cervix a little kiss. Her legs jolts. Bi-Han breaks the kiss. "You're alright." It's not a question, but a statement. He then starts moving. Her legs are pulled over by his hands, making it easier for him to thrust into her. "A- Ahn.. sl- slow down, Bi- Bi-Han-.." She pleaded between moans. He heard it, but instead, his pace quickens.

To add more flavors, his head leans down, catching one of her nipple into his mouth. His tounge would swirl around it, making her gasp and shudders even more. He left the nipple with a pop, quickening his pace once again. "You're mine, aren't you? I'll make you really really mine tonight," He'd murmur, she reached her climax once again, and her walls clinches around him.

He smirked when he felt and heard her gasp, his climax following behind too. Finally, he'd bury himself deep inside her, grinding against her as he let himself go deep into her. She could feel the warmness(?) inside her. She pants, thinking that Bi-Han is already satisfied. She already hit climax twice, so her core is really sensitive.

Bi-Han's breath also turns slightly ragged, and he also seems flustered. But, he made no move of pulling out. "You're mine now. There's a piece of me inside you, forever." Bi-Han says. He then kissed her, suddenly starts to move again. His wife gasps into the kiss, her legs jolting slightly. She squirms, back arching and all. "Relax." He commands.

"Ng- Ngh..~ Bi- Bi-Han- I can't-.." She mumble against his lips. Bi-Han pulled away, but didn't stop. "Yes, you can." He says, quickening his pace. His finger then goes to one of her nipple again, pinching and playing with it surprisingly gently. His wife moaned sweetly, music to his ears. She felt so good, too good. Oh, god. She never thought her possesive, cold and arrogant husband could make her feel like this.

"I- I'm— cumming..!" She moaned. "Go on." Bi-Han replied. His fingers left her nipple, then goes to her clit, rubbing it again. As if adding oil to the fire, she reached her climax once again. Her insides clinches around him, and his pace quickens that ever. He then leans forward, kissing her as he came inside her again, flooding her walls. It dripped around him and into the sheets.

He broke the kiss, smirking smugly. "There you go." He says. His wife pants, face flushed than ever. "Are you alright?" He asked. She nodded. "Mhm.." He pulled out, softening already. He then rolled over to her side, and pulled her close. "Rest, then." He commanded. Her breath calms down so did she, and she nuzzles into his chest.

THE END

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[krysta-cross]

Bihan’s punishment

Here’s the 1 out of 3 parts of the Bihan x reader fic I made some time ago just for fun and practice.

I will post them all simultaneously ^^

Hope you enjoy reading this~

It was an ordinary day for you, it’s the weekend and you decided to spend your free time walking around the mall, sipping on your iced-caramel macchiato with your eyes roaming around the stalls and people you come across. This slowly bores you and wishes something exciting will happen today, something that will drive your adrenaline but you scratched the idea since boredom looms over you as you walked on. As you took a turn to the exit, you felt an earthquake and the sudden strong tectonic motion sent your head spinning, you passed out. A few minutes later, you gained your consciousness back and found yourself lying down in the middle of an unfamiliar place. You rubbed your eyes to check again and grew even more confused as the area looked nothing like any part of the mall, you see trees and ancient buildings like it was from old books. You started to get scared that something’s wrong with your head and you are seeing things. To add to your already rising fear, the area was surrounded by men. You look around to find someone, anyone who you can recognize at least but fails miserably as everyone here looks new to you.

As you scan the people around, you noticed a guy wearing sunglasses, you immediately knew he is from the same place you were from unlike the others who seems like they are cosplaying ninjas whatsoever, even complete with swords and other weaponry.

You lifted your weight off the dirt, dust yourself a bit and quickly approached the guy in glasses. “Excuse me, I don’t know what happened but can you tell me where we are?”

He grinned at you and answered your question simply “Sweetie, Welcome to Outworld!”

Your mind is still too groggy to understand that you felt a slight tinge of pain shooting in your temples as you try to process what you heard. You knew that even in your normal state you haven’t heard of that place so you began thinking if this guy is making fun of you or this place is like one of those unexplored areas that rich people buy to play with other humans. Just the idea scared you but you forced yourself to remain calm.

“I-I don’t… how can I leave this place?” you asked as you continue to dust off your sand riddled dress which annoys you more.

“You better ask the gods about it as we don’t know where you came from but you suddenly appeared right there.” Johnny said and at this point you felt that his answers aren’t really helpful and your headaches isn’t helping.

“Okay, how can I ask the gods you’re speaking of?” you tried to ask nicely, hiding your annoyance as you need more information to get the hell outta this place pronto.

“Wait here, he will come by soon.” the guy with glasses told you as he removed a twig from your hair.

“What’s your name by the way?” he now turns to ask questions, seems like he finally got curious of you after a few minutes of trying to communicate with him.

Just call me “Y/N”, you gave him a common nickname like how everyone calls you. “Care to tell me yours?”

“The names Johnny Cage, ring a bell?” he asked proudly, awaiting your answer.

“Nah, guess the bells are broken” you thoughtlessly blurted out while pointing on your aching head.

You heard the tall black man behind Johnny laughed at your remark which made the guy tell him to stop laughing because nothing’s funny about that.

You just shrugged it off and began to walk and scan your eyes around the place again, you now get a good look at everyone standing around. You noticed a guy wearing a blue ninja-like outfit with his hair tied up in a bun and he is staring directly at you. You meet his gazes and felt like you were in a staring contest until he walked closer to where you are, closing the huge gap between you a while ago.

You then look up to his face, now only a few inches away from yours but your stubbornness doesn’t want to back down from whatever this guy is up to.

“I like the way you stare at me so sharp like that, it felt like you can wound me anytime…” he said as he tuck your hair behind your ear. The fear you felt slowly changed into an annoyed, slightly challenged mode, hearing this guy just thought you staring means you are trying to flirt but it’s your own way of avoiding predators from where you came from. You took a good look at his face but since he is wearing a mask, you can only see his dark brown, squinty eyes and thick brows then your stares traveled down to his strong looking arms and his bulky chest that his clothing fail to hide.

“You’re not bad yourself, blue ninja.” you said, smirking as you knew he is trying to flirt with you.

“Call me Bi-han.” he told you like a tall order.

His remark rubbed you off wrong so you told him “I don’t take orders from strangers wearing masks.”

You noticed his eyebrows raised with your words so he removed his mask, revealing his beautiful face which has taken you by surprise.

“Now, will you call me by my name?” he teasingly whispered on your ears. His warm breath that tickled your ear made you blush but seeing his face up close affected you more.

You don’t know exactly what has gotten into you when you told him “You just removed your mask but you’re still a stranger to me and I still won’t take orders from you!”

You turned your back at him and was about to leave but Bi-han pulled you back and is now holding your face close to his. His grip is so strong that you can’t barely move and you know that resistance is futile.

“You’re stubborn, I like that.” he said and leans in to kiss you. You suddenly taste the bitter-sweet coffee you had a moment ago in your mouth and it sent a strong adrenaline for you to break off his grasp and take a few steps away from him. Caffeine works wonders.

“Sorry but I don’t offer free taste.” you told him as he is approaching closer again to catch you, everyone just watches what’s happening so you immediately knew you are at a disadvantage. This guy might be some sort of boss here so no one dares stop him from harassing you.

While you are busy taking steps backing away, your back pressed on the cold concrete and is cornered. As you look at the side to think of another escape route, he used his arms to lock you in.

“Give it up, kitten. I got you now.” he proudly said as he leans in closer again, attempting to kiss.

You quickly covered your lips with both of your hands, a moment of safety that didn’t last very long as the persistent blue clothed guy took it away by pinning your hands above your head, it felt really cold like his hands were made of ice that the cold sent shivers down my spine and he is holding your chin with his other hand, slightly tilting it up so you can be on the same level.

“You cannot escape me, I will not stop until I get you…” he told you as he smiled slyly while directly staring at your eyes.

Your ego refusing to just be beaten like that, you smirked and leaned closer to him and licked his lips. This must have surprised him as he remained still for a minute, trying to process what you just did. You felt his tight grip loosen a bit so you mustered the strength to snatch your hands free from his hold.

You took the chance to run away from him but felt a gush of cold on your lower legs, as you look down, you saw that your feet were trapped in a very thick ice, halting your plan to escape.

“You surprised me there but you think I will let you go after what you did to me?” his voice echoed like thunder as the cryomancer took big steps closer to where his ice trapped you. At this point you know that you cannot not escape him and kind of regret teasing him a while ago because he looks mad now.

“You cheater! How dare you use magic on me? No fair!” you protested as you try to pull your legs off this cold ice but to no avail.

“Cheater? I’m in no way cheating here, if not, you are the one who pulled a dirty trick first. Do you have something to say for yourself?” he asked as he now stands in front of you, staring down on your current struggles to break free from the ice trap.

“If you stopped harassing me I won’t fight back, now remove this ice as my legs are starting to feel numb with the cold!” you hissed and he just laughed at me and he brushed a few of his lose hair strands up using his fingers. Inside your head says “That’s so sexy but damn I need to think of a way to get stupid ice this off of me!” your mind subjects itself to an internal battle that you failed to notice that the ice on your legs was already broken off by someone. When you raised my head, you saw a man with long white braided hair with glowing eyes. Your mouth went agape seeing this beautiful man and just snapped back to reality when he lifted you up.

“You went overboard Bi-han, if I arrived a bit late, she will be crippled from the leg below because of the cold.” he said and that made you look at your legs, they look pale and you barely feel them now that he mentioned that, which made you feel scared that you are close to being a cripple.

Bi-han ignored Fujin and stared daggers at you instead. He then walked up near you and whispered “You may have escaped now, but next time I will make sure you won’t.” then he turned away and disappeared from sight.

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[toreii]

Pairing: Bi-Han x OC (Yue)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: tbd

Tags: blood and violence, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, romance, enemies to lovers, slow burn, alternate universe - soulmates, alternate universe - canon divergence, canon compliant, out of character, original female character(s) - freeform, other additional tags to be added

Summary: Sub-Zero (Bi-Han) has taken Yue as his prisoner-of-war in a battle against the Shirai Ryu. Yue is determined to seek her freedom at any cost, dead or alive. While she bids her time, her own loyalty begins to come into question the more time she remains with the Lin Kuei and the closer she gets to Bi-Han. There is something that draws them in, a mysterious pull that has them questioning their feelings for one another.

Hello! This is my second Bi-Han fic which picks up after the last chapter of the first one, Eternally Yours. Feel free to read that one first before reading this one. I’m still quite nervous writing for Bi-Han, and it is proving to be a challenge but I’m having so much fun delving into his character, dialogue, and scenes. I’m doing my best to keep him true to character this time since there’s actually more material to work with now. Still, I appreciate any feedback and kudos you may have. ( ´ ▽ ` ) So far, I only have two chapters up, but I’m determined to see this story through. Thank you for reading!💖🙇‍♀️

Special shoutout to @peijizerojournal for entertaining my delusions, and giving me amazing feedback and guidance! Eternally grateful to you, my friend!💕

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[running-with-the-feels]

Fic Update (ish)

I'm bored and need motivation to write the next chapter, so

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