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a shinobi’s folly - chapter iv.

cherry waves - tomas vrbada

notes - I know for a fact this Czech boy likes eating cookie 🤥

pairing - tomas vrbada x f!reader

summary - Mind scrambled in the efforts to amend his wrongs, Tomas finds himself at the center of an internal battle.

cw! oral sex (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation and slight edging

masterlist chapter iii. chapter v.

general warning - foul language & explicit sexual content!

The air within the room of the pavilion felt heavy, like a smog had crept in beneath the door from outside. Tomas was avoiding eye contact, staring straight down at the map as Liu Kang spoke. His hands were clenched in fists at his sides, his jaw so tight his teeth creaked within his own skull. Beside him, Kuai Liang glanced at him, offering a weak half smile of comfort. The very sight inflamed him with anger, a short breath leaving his chest as he looked back at the map.

Liu Kang needed them to stop a sorcerer named Shang Tsung, a new mission that of course the Fire God would be entrusting to them. Typical. For a moment he felt that he could understood Bi-Han’s source of anger, but only for a moment. The four champions weren’t nearly well enough prepared to take on the fight Liu Kang was describing, and while it was an honor to serve the God of Fire, the weight of their predicament weighed upon them all.

Tomas himself felt.. tired. He was tired of this wild goose chase that was figuring out how Quan Chi and Shang Tsung came into so much power, loaded on top of their own personal endeavors. Bi-Han’s relationship with both of his brothers had been strained by his challenging new ideals, and the responsibility that came with being Grandmaster. And while Kuai Liang did not speak much about his own problems, he was struggling within his own ways. Tomas felt at a loss. It was in how much he wrestled with his identity that not only his familial relationships were affected, but his budding relationship with you felt all but a naive dream now.

Why did affection have to hurt so much? Tomas hoped he would never know. He hoped he could will the yearning he had for you, because even now, nothing ever good came from his love.

He was torn back to reality by Bi-Han’s rumbling voice, stern and serious as he went over the arrangements to leave when night fell. Each of the brother’s bodies stiff as they bowed and filed out of the meeting room together. Neither Kuai Liang nor Bi-Han spoke much as they walked in the general direction of the private dorms they resided in. Their silence left Tomas to his own thoughts, swirling about in his mind as he stared at the gardens all around them. He didn’t want to think much about what had happened before the meeting, an image of your face flitting across his mind before he could help it.

The image so quick across his brain filled his body with adrenaline like no other. Anger and shame lapped at the corners of his throat, his skin prickled with goose flesh as he tried to shake the feeling of humiliation that only a whisper of you brought back to him. Tomas pushed his room door open harsher than he should’ve as pictures of you danced around behind his eyes. You were cause for a headache no doubt.

His body moving swiftly, trying to pack his things up quickly so they could leave sooner and be as far away from the temple as they could manage on the mission. His temples began to ache just thinking about it even, his hands coming up to cradle the sides of his head as he stood in the center of the room. Scarred fingers curled into his silver hair as he looked down at his shoes.

Tomas had managed to silence his own mind when loud thumps came from the other side of his door. The knocks sharp and well meaning, certainly an important matter which the shinobi could guess had something to do with the mission they’d been given. He swung open the door quickly when he got to it, stopping mid question just to stare down at you with mild confusion. There was still some lingering anger behind his eyes, an emotion that clouded his already pale irises.

He slammed the door before you had the chance to speak, a strong gust of air blowing against your face as you stood there in shock. Your brows furrowed as you stared at the door in front of you, frustration bubbling up in your chest. You couldn’t believe it, you had all the reason to be upset, so why was it him that was treating you this way? You knocked a second time on the door, bordering pounding as you tried to control the tightly winding anger in your body. Tomas could at least tell you to go away before slamming the door on your face.

“You shouldn’t be here.” His voice rang out, muffled through the wood. A sigh came after he spoke, irritated obviously. “And why is that? You can’t just slam the door in my face and expect me to get the message.” You huffed, clenching your fist, glancing down at the box of Mooncake’s in your hand, which you’d brought as a parting gift. “I’m getting ready to leave, can’t I want some privacy?” He retorted through the door, surely making that aggravated face he always made when the champions made idiotic decisions during training.

“Privacy you’re entitled that much..” You sighed, dejected in a sense as your body began to cool down from its wash of anger. You couldn’t hold the entirety of your frustration against him. “But can’t I at least see you off? I know you three will leave without saying goodbye.” The words came out softly, bordering a plea as you frowned down at the box in your hand. The door swung open in an instant, startling you as Tomas stood there in thinner more relaxed clothing.

His expression was still, as if trying to hold its firmness as he looked you over. For a moment you felt weird under his harsher gaze, a feeling of anxious excitement fizzling throughout your body. You quickly shook the sensation off, extending your arm to hold the box out to him. The treats had originally been a gift to you, several boxes of several different flavors specifically tailored to your tastes had been a gift from Liu Kang - but you figured Tomas deserved the reward more than you. He stared at you for a long time before tentatively taking the mooncake from your hand, brushing his fingers against yours.

“Is this your attempt at bribing me?” Tomas said, his irritated undertone slowly melting away as he looked down at the fruit flavored mooncake. At the assumption, you rolled your eyes at Tomas, smiling softly as you looked at him again. “I suppose.” You replied, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you looked around, an awkwardness filling the air around the both of you. “Come in.” He sighed finally, stepping to the side as an invitation.

The surprise that dawned on your face was laughable, humor lighting up in Tomas’ eyes as he observed you. Your feet moved without much provoking, your body sliding past his in the narrow doorway. The room was humbly decorated with furniture and trinkets that were no doubt there long before Tomas was there - a few paintings on the walls, a bookshelf, two chairs and a coffee table to the right of the room, and the bed offset from the door, a wooden chest sitting in front of it. “So.. leaving tonight.” You coughed, glancing at him as he walked in behind you. “Mmhm.” The hum rippled deeply from his throat, giving way to the fizzling feeling in your stomach again. You stood in the center of the room, rocking on your feet awkwardly as Tomas tucked the box into his duffle bag. The thought struck you like a moving train, realizing as Tomas turned back to you that you two had never really been alone like this before.

“Surely you three cannot at least stay until morning? It would give you time to.. I dunno, pack?” The words came jumbled out, like a bow dragged across the strings of an ill-tuned violin. You were grasping at straws now. “None of us packed that much to need that kind of time. The longer we wait, the more Shang Tsung gets the upper hand.” He replied in turn, facing away from you.

Silent washed over you two again, your thoughts swirling. You two would walk together to and from training and lessons with the four champions, or the two of you would meditate together or have a lunch together when everyone else was too busy. But you two had never been so isolated like this before. The thought made your heart pump stronger, your body more attuned to his movements around the room. You were watching the muscles ripple in his back as he began taking a few personal items off of the bookshelf. His shoulders shifting, the simple shirt he wore occasionally lifting with the raise of his muscular arms, slivers of his pale skin flashing to you like tempting rays of moonlight. You were being as bad at staring as Raiden was. This must’ve been the reason why Johnny always wore sunglasses.

You snapped yourself out of the trance when Tomas turned around to put his things away, his large scarred hands resting on his hips as he raised a brow at you. “Huh?” The sound tumbled from your mouth when he made an expectant face, the kind of face you make while awaiting an answer to a question. Now it was your turn to act stupid. Tomas scoffed slightly, shaking his head as he rounded the coffee table towards you.

“I asked why you’re here.” He stated matter of factly, stopping just a few steps before you. In that moment you could disappear. Had he caught on so quickly? “To bid you farewell.” You answered, blinking at him as a dissatisfied hue rippled on Tomas’ eyes. “Really?” He grunted, stepping closer to you, furrowing his brows at you as you shuffled where you stood. “Well I.. I wanted to see you.” You replied nervously, scratching your cheek as you glanced around.

After a long awkward pause, Tomas sighed, really sighed. It was a long breath, annoyed almost, but overall just disappointed. You looked back at him, watching his head tip back and his adams apple bob in his throat, his hand dragging over his face slowly. Your heart could explode in your chest just watching him, anxiety and anticipation pumping through your veins as he looked back at you with droopy eyes.

“How long are we going to keep dancing around this?” Tomas spoke, staring at you with a slight deadpan as you furrowed your brows in slight faux confusion. “Around what? What’re you talking about?” You gulped, avoiding his direct gaze. When you said that his body tightened for a moment, before relaxing, his arms lifting from his sides so he could grab your biceps. The grip was firm, but not so tight, his thumbs tracing minuscule blemishes on your skin.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He said sternly, head craning to follow your face as you looked away. “We can’t keep pretending that what is between us does not exist. And I can’t allow myself to accept hiding what I feel for you.. and what I know you feel for me.” He spoke carefully, running his hands down your arms slowly as you looked up at him. Tomas was a private man when it came to his feelings and you knew that the day you’d met him. To hear his profession felt like a dream, or hallucination. But as you met his pale gaze, and his eyes swirled familiarly, you knew his words had been true.

“Why didn’t you say something before?” You whispered, voice trembling as you gathered the fabric of his shirt in your hands. You could feel your throat tightening, a warmth filling your body as you fought the urge to cry. You felt crushed in a way, despite the happiness that bumped in your heart. Who knew when the brothers would return from this mission? It could be a few days.. but if anything held them up, it would be weeks. And that was if things went well, what if he died without you ever getting the chance to be with him? “I was waiting for you to say something.” Tomas admitted through a dry chuckle, drawing a shaky laugh from your chest.

“I just wish we had time.” You sighed, smiling at him before you tipped your head against his firm chest. “If we did I would have never said anything.” Tomas tsked, sliding his large arms around your back, embracing you as you basked in his warmth. So badly had you craved this without realizing it. You had lived amongst each other for months, and now the threat of a prolonged separation was cause for confession? You two were both helpless. The thought made your chuckle, your body shifting to return Tomas’ embrace for a long minute.

You pulled away first, looking at him with warm eyes as he stroked his palm against your spine. Tomas moved first before you could open your mouth to speak, catching your mouth with his before you could suggest something to entirely ruin the mood. The kiss was firm, you hadn’t expected it, in fact you expected to say something to fill the silence between you, but this was good too. Tomas’ lips slid against yours, his arms around you tightening as you reciprocated his kiss. You’d never admit you’d thought about this before, about a chance at living life vicariously. About abandoning all reason and rhyme, just to live one day in the ever far away dream about being with him.

Yet here he was now, consuming your entire being as he held you close. His tongue pushing inside your mouth when you gave no protest. His large warm hands cupping your ass, body stiff as your hands grasped at his back. By the time he’d pulled away, you felt lightheaded, a thin string of saliva glimmering between you. Tomas gave you a slight smile, cheeky as you tucked your face against his shoulder. He smelt of leather and a faint hint of smoke, his natural scent engulfing you as he squeezed you tight against his body.

“Will you at least give me one thing before I go?” He muttered against your temple, sliding his hands up and down your waist before settling on your hips. For a moment you were scared to speak, unsure if when you did that any of this would be real anymore. “What more could I give you?” You hummed softly as you finally pulled away from his shoulder, blinking at him slowly, still holding him against you, afraid he may dissolve into mist before your eyes. When you spoke those words a certain light sizzled in Tomas’ eyes, humor and excitement flaming all over his face as he looked at your expression. “You.” He said simply, lowly, a masculine grunt leaving his chest as he squeezed your hips softly.

You could die happy now. Your face burned brightly, ears on fire as your mouth dropped open. Tomas could be funny with you, but he was brazen with only his brothers. Never before had he ever been so bold with you. “I.. well.. me? What do you mean?” You squeaked as he began walking you backwards his bed, your feet shuffling as he groped your ass again. It wasn’t to say you didn’t exactly know what he meant, you were no fool. You just didn’t understand why. You two had built a relationship on affection for each other yes, and you often did yearn for him, but you never would’ve thought that he hungered for you that way.

Tomas say you on the edge of the bed carefully, your eyes wide as you watched him stand back. You were a bundle of nerves now, unable to fight the urge to glance down at the tent bed pitched in his pants. It was huge, your face flushing as you realized that it wasn’t even at full stand yet. You tore your eyes away from his crotch after a long moment, staring down at your lap as he clenched and unclenched his hands. He didn’t have nearly enough time to give you a proper fucking, yet the urge still coursed through his body.

“Lift up your skirt.” He said after a few minutes of silence, his chest rising and falling quickly as he controlled his nerve. You looked up when he spoke finally, a moment of anxiety crossing your face before you followed his lead. You raised the long silk skirt you’d wore in formality to the meeting with Liu Kang - bunching up the fabric in your hand slowly, stopping at your mid thigh when Tomas stepped closer to you. You half expected him to order you into some kind of precarious position, only watch him with surprise and some mild amusement as he got down on one knee in front of you.

“What’re you doing?” You giggled, watching him as he slid his hands up your calves. Was he going to play tickle with you? You’d yet to figure out what he liked.. but he seemed the type to like scandalous games like that. He returned your laugh with a chuckle of his own, studying your face as you relaxed in incremental time. “Taking what you’ve given to me.” He hummed, and spread your legs slowly. Was he going to shoot up like a snake? That didn’t make sense. Instead he hooked his hands under your legs, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed as he finally dropped his other knee.

You realized what he was doing when he threw your legs over his shoulders, his hands sliding up your thighs as he slowly began pulling your skirt the rest of the way up. It was like he was taking a wrapper off candy. “Wait Tomas..!” You gasped as he dragged your panties down your legs in one swift motion, leaving you bare to him. “You don’t have to do that!” You exclaimed, nervously grasping at his gray hair as he blew air against your cunt. “I want to.” He replied simply, barely looking at you as he pushed his head between the crevice of your legs.

Tomas dragged his tongue up your pussy, your legs jumping in surprise atop his shoulders. You gasped loudly, clamping a hand over your mouth as he began making slow figure eights against your folds. The wet muscle that was his tongue was warm, slick as he salivated at the taste of you. Even as he lapped at your pussy he was being impatient, targeting your clit when he found it. He wanted nothing more than to spend an entire night with you, even if it meant only one. Your gasps melting into gradual breathy moans as he found rhythm. To him you were like a songbird singing, soft sighs leaving your throat in waves of five before a more guttural moan escaped you as he circled back around to press his tongue against your clit.

He knew exactly what he was doing, thankfully. His ministrations slowing down in tease as you began to ride towards that bigger wave. When the pleasure began to fade, he would begin again, listening to the trembling gasps that came from your throat as he sucked your clit. It was ritualistic, the way he seemed to be worshipping you with his mouth, catching onto each of your bodies quirks so he could utilize them. Your body curled forward when he finally dipped his tongue towards your hole, tracing around it slowly before pressing inwards as far as he could stretch his tongue. You whined softly, dragging the balls of your feet against his lower back as he pumped his tongue inside of you slowly.

“Oh gods..” You moaned sweetly, grasping at his shoulders as he swirled his tongue inside your cunt, lapping at your walls as your arousal pooled inside of you. When he pulled away you felt almost at a loss, quickly sated as he introduced his hand to you. His scarred calloused fingers dragging up your slit, brushing your clit before circling back for your entrance. You breathed faster now, heavier as you stared down at his pale hair. Your attention torn away again as you began to focus, centered once again on his movements as he pushed his fingers past your pussy.

Your brain was scattered by the sensation, thick fingers wiggling past where yours could barely reach. His hands had been roughened by his years of training, not that you were exactly complaining, his calloused fingers had been made deft. His fingers slowly, then quickly pumping inside of you as he brought his mouth back to your cunt. Your body tingled deliciously, your mind slowly tangling as you curled forward again, eyes rolling back for a moment when he began lapping at your already puffy bud. “Tomas.” You mewled, digging your fingers into the back of his shoulders as you surfed closer towards the wave of release. Those same soft breath like gasps giving way to long wanton moans as he sucked at your aching clit.

You didn’t know when that wave of pleasure crashed down on you, a stretch of half moans and cries leaving your throat as you came. Your legs tightened around Tomas’ head, thighs squishing against his ears as you shuddered and let your body tremble. It wasn’t until the pleasure and began to ebb away that Tomas pulled his head up, his chin glistening as he searched your face. His pale face was hued a soft pink, though no match for the redness that engulfed your own face. Your brows were relaxed, eyes slightly droopy as you met his gaze, chest still heaving as you caught your breath. For a moment neither of you said anything, a quietness stretched over you two until Tomas gave you a smug almost boyish grin, leaning his head against your exposed thigh, rubbing the other with his hand.

“Did you like that?” He asked rhetorically, chuckling to himself, watching as your relieved expression turned into one of mild embarrassment. You wished he could do that, exactly that, for all eternity. “Ugh..” You sighed, slapping his cheek softly, pinching the skin between your fingers. “Don’t get so cocky.” He laughed at that, a deep husky laugh that made your insides throb again. Gods, if he had the time to spare you would’ve begged him to dick you down right then and there. But alas, he had more important matters than fucking you until dawn.

Tomas brought you a towel after a few more minutes of talking, letting you clean yourself up as he looked for your underwear. It was a cute lacy pair, something you were glad about picking out for the day instead of some embarrassing old pair. When you were done cleaning up he pulled you up from the bed, squeezing you tight in his arms as he smashed his lips against yours. The kiss gentler, but still needy. You felt like you could melt as he kissed down your cheek, centering his attention on your throat. You laughed as he kissed your skin, sliding his too big hands all around your body as if to burn how you felt into his memory.

“What’s the matter with you?” You giggled when he finally pulled away, your hands cupping his face as he stared at you. You could feel his palms sliding up your belly, fingers dancing against your sides. “I don’t know when I’ll be back.. can’t I have the desire to have you fresh in my mind before I go?” He hummed back, stopping his pursuit up your belly when his hands finally found your bosom. Each of his hands cupping one of your breasts each. And out went the adoration between you two as he began to squeeze your boobs in his hands.

“I suppose.” You sighed, looking down as he began to push your tits together marveling at the tight cleavage visible down the front of your top, his perverse curiosity prominent as he squeezed them just to watch the skin bulge out between his fingers. “Is it really necessary to have this fresh in your mind?” You spoke up when he pulled the front of your top far down enough to get a naked view of your boobs. “Very much so.” He retorted in an instant, your hands coming up to slap his hands away from your breasts before he could rip your shirt off just to continue his pursuit. Tomas grabbed your hands when you swatted his away, holding them in his grasp as he looked at you again, a smirk tugging wide on his face.

He leant forward to kiss you once again, pressing his moth hard against yours before pulling away. “You’re a vision.” He whispered between you two, dropping your hands so he could reach out to hold your waist again. You blushed in response to his words, humming to yourself happily when he kissed you again, hands running up his muscular biceps. “Let me know when you’re back. I’ll come to you.” You murmured against his lips, nuzzling your nose against his as he nodded.

The remainder of his belongings were in the nightstand beside the bed, items he let you grab for him as he finished packing. You held a few things in your hands, a small book, a picture and a silver chain with his clan sigil hanging from it. You studied the picture for a moment, recognizing all three brothers immediately. The sight brought a smile to your face, able to deduct that the photograph had been taken some years earlier when all three men were in their youth.

You handed the items off to Tomas when he held his hand out for them, a sadness filling you as he finished zipping up his duffle bag and picked it up. He should’ve been at the meeting point within the gardens with his brothers about thirty minutes ago. But it was a reprimanding from his brothers that he would take if it meant basking in your presence for just a few more moments. You walked him to the door, standing there as he checked his things once more. He turned around after a moment, setting the duffle bag down. “Come here.” Tomas hummed, taking you into his arms gladly, pressing long kisses to your lips as you cupped his cheeks. It was a farewell he did not deserve, especially not from you, but he’d be an idiot to reject it.

Finally he pulled away from you, stepping back as you crossed your arms and watched him grab his things again. As he reached for the doorknob, Tomas felt the urge to look over his shoulder at you. Your eyes were sad, but you smiled at him still. “I..” Tomas began, blinking at you, watching as your attention lit up again. He wanted so badly to speak his mind, but the words died in his throat before they could make it off of his tongue. Instead he smiled at you, adjusting the strap of his duffle bag on his shoulder. “I’ll see you.” He instead coughed out, watching you nod gingerly, smile still warm on your face.

a shinobi’s folly - chapter iii.

family system - tomas vrbada

notes - ouuu this is not a fluff sandwich

pairing - tomas vrbada x f!reader

summary - Wrestling with his own feelings about himself and his life, Tomas finds that even well deserved happiness, cannot last forever.

masterlist chapter ii. chapter iv.

general warnings - descriptions of death & foul language!

Courage was hard to grasp when it came to love. If he could call what he felt love, Tomas had supposed, the feeling had long since evaded him. His face hot and his fists clenched tight upon his lap as he sat before the barely secluded temple alter. The liquor in his belly made his system feel like fire in his body, his blood pumping like lava, the tears dribbling in slow drops from his eyes like acid.

The incense that burned smelt faintly of sandalwood and apricots, its smoke furling into the air. The sound of music and voices from the garden just beyond the alter made his temples ache. Decorative streamers catching the corner of his eye, Liu Kang had arranged this dinner for his twenty-ninth birthday. It was meant to be a happy day. But it was far from it. When the Fire God had advised him to enjoy the night, let loose, be happy, Tomas had half the mind to tell the titan to shove it elsewhere.. but he knew no words could avail the throbbing within his heart.

If he could he would’ve sat at the alter the entire night, staring straight ahead at the photograph of him and his twin sister, his last surviving memory of her. He should’ve been the one to remain forever fourteen, not her. She deserved to be exist in the present, to have grown into her beauty, to have loved and been loved, to be remembered beyond the planes of his mind. Instead it was his name that echoed through the garden, not hers.

“Where is Tomas?” Your voice rippled through his clouding head. Then your laughter, light and warm as Kung Lao made a passing comment about cutting the birthday cake without the birthday boy. It was a comforting sound, one that trembled through his ears as he craned his head towards it. It was a natural reaction, like a tree sprout on the jungle floor aching for the glory of the sun, his legs carrying him towards the garden as the men crowded around the dessert table.

You saw him before anyone else did, standing apart from the small group stuffing their faces with crepes filled with jams and cream filled trdelník. A smile pulled on your face as a relieved expression fell upon his, your body shifting slowly as you received his presence with familiarity. Your attention was like the suns rays on his aching heart, a twinkle in your eyes as you pulled a platter off the table and walked towards him, meeting him in the middle. “Y/N.” He sighed, smiling as you gave him a cheeky grin.

“Tomas.” You chirped, tilting your head at him as you held out the platter. A silver lid covered the top of the dish, the metal cold under his fingertips as he reached out to pull it off. A beautiful medovnik cake rest upon the silver dish, decorated simply with a thin white frosting and garnished with raspberry leaves.

The sight made him pause for a moment, his pale eyes focused on the dessert as you awaited his approval. “I tried to ask your brothers what kind of cake you liked but, Kuai Liang said you didn’t really mention a favorite.” Soft rambling came from your mouth, a dry chuckle leaving your throat as he looked up at you. “You don’t hate this kind, do you?” You asked awkwardly, face reddening the more he stayed silent.

“No.” He finally said with a shake of his head. “This kind is my favorite.” From deep within Tomas felt his body give a familiar squeeze, watching as you offered him relieved smile, a triumphant joy in your eyes as he suggested cutting into it.

Everyone gathered when you set the cake down and stuck candles into its soft top, low voices murmuring faintly as Kuai Liang lit the wicks. All around him everyone smiled, the night air relaxed with joy as the birthday song began. Lyrics brushing past his ears as he focused on looking around at everyone, familiar eyes staring back at him with joy. When the singing ended he blew the candles out, feeling hands clap on his back and laughter ring out around him, the cheering only subsiding as slices of the honey cake were passed around.

“You can tell me if it’s bad.” You chuckled lightly as Tomas took the first bite of his cake, waiting with an expectant expression for joy or disgust to paint his face. Only eager happiness filled his eyes as he took the first taste in, letting the softness of the honey cake melt on his tongue, tangy frosting chasing down the delicate batter. “Well if bad means good then it’s god awful.” He said stupidly without thinking, surprised when the comment drew a deep giggle from your bosom, a dorky smile donning on his lips as he ate a second bite of cake to hide his embarrassment.

When your cake was finished, shots were passed around in multiples, with everyone lingering around the table taking a chance to eat their seconds or thirds of dinner. Tomas was on his third shot of some fancy vodka that Johnny had passed to him, his ears hot as he downed the burning liquor and listened to everyone chat away. There were various conversations going on, though how the one of his interested got started, he didn’t know how. You and Kenshi were speaking, going back and forth about the differences in your birthday cultures. Kenshi had mentioned something about his birthdays being more lowkey now that he was an adult, to which you gave a skeptical look.

“I’m assuming you must do it differently where you’re from?” Kenshi hummed as he nursed his drink. A fond smile pulled on your lips as you leant back in your chair. “Birthdays are big no matter the age in my clan.” You began, a charm in your eyes. “We eat, have dessert, exchange gifts, and then usually spend the rest of the night dancing.”

That much sounded simple to Tomas as he listened to you speak, imagining scenes to go with what you described. They never did much for birthdays back home with the Lin Kuei in all the time he’d been there. They’d have dinner, some booze and sometimes dessert, but they never sat around this long for birthdays. In his youth Tomas’ foster father tried to instate the tradition of celebration within the palace, but it did not keep when Bi-Han took over as grandmaster. Surely the other Lin Kuei celebrated in the privacy of their own homes with their wives and children, but among the three brothers, it was kept simple.

The shinobi was unfamiliar with such bright celebration, even his birthdays with his twin sister among his family before their deaths were humble. To imagine such joy multiple times a year was a strange but.. not entirely unwelcome thought. By the time Tomas could really begin to grasp the concept, the idea seemed to take like a flame amongst the group once Raiden agreed lightheartedly with you about turning up the volume of festivity. Before he knew it, he was up from his seat, standing off to the side as others danced.

“Not a dancer?” Your voice cut through the music that was filling his ears, your beautiful face filling his frame of sight as he turned his head to his side. He’d been shifting his shoulders around as different songs played, watching Johnny move expertly in an almost effortless dance battle against Kung Lao. “No, not really. You?” Tomas replied with a shrug, watching as you shimmied your shoulders to the rhythm of the song. “Sometimes.” You laughed, nudging his side with your elbow as you got closer. “Then why aren’t you dancing out there?” Tomas chuckled awkwardly, feeling his body ripple as you stood so close he could feel warmth radiate off of you.

“Didn’t want to outshine you on your own day. Besides, I’m content to stand with you.” The comment came sweetly from your lips, a kinder gentler look filling your eyes as he glanced at you. You must’ve been taking pity on him. “It’s okay to say you’re not a good dancer, and that’s why you’d rather stand.” Tomas rebuffed, deflecting from the embarrassment creeping up his nape.

His large biceps flexed as you swat his arm playfully with a scoff. “I’m a very good dancer, thank you very much.” You replied in mock offense, shaking your head at him. A sweet sensation melting over him as he stared back at you, a smile curling on his lips as he pointed to where Johnny was currently doing a bad impression of a salsa dance by himself. “You’ve yet to show me, how should I believe you.” He tsked, earning an eye roll from you as you stepped forward in what looked like an effort to prove him wrong, before you stopped. Tomas watched as you turned back towards him, blinking at him slowly before a wider smile spun on your face.

You held your hand out to him, the music changing to a sweeter tune, less energy, more relaxed. For a moment Tomas stared at you with a barely hidden stun, his pale eyes darting between your face and your outstretched hand. “I’d much rather you dance with me.” You spoke, turning your hand over so he could see your palm, the skin warm as he took it in his hand. He was like a dog on a leash following you along, hands low and intertwined as lead him towards a clear spot. Your skin was softer than his, less calloused and scarred, but firm as you directed his hands with your own.

His left hand held yours tightly as you pulled his right arm around your waist, tucking your left arm under his armpit to wrap around his back. Tomas felt like a doll being propped and posed as you spoke lowly to him, voice soft as you explained the different positions for dance partners between different styles of music - but this one was by far his favorite though. You were close to him, closer than you’d ever been before, breasts brushing against his chest as your hand found purchase below his shoulder blade and you shuffled closer. From this angle he could see every detail of your face, every little freckle, beauty mark, or light scar, instantly immortalized in his mind. You were perfect.

“Make any wishes on those candles?” You whispered to him as you two danced, feet moving slowly in step as Tomas learned the style. His eyes focused on every twitch of your face as you glanced down between your bodies to watch where he was moving. “I did.” He replied shortly, watching as you glanced up at him expectantly through your lashes. “I wished that the universe would relieve me of you and turn you into a rock.” He joked, laughing deeply when you pinched his back, your brows furrowing in offense.

“Very funny.” You puffed with a small laugh, smiling at him when he stroked his hand against your waist in atonement. “Did you really wish for something?” The question came very curiously from your mouth, your lashes fluttering softly as you looked down at where he was cradling your side. “Yes.” His reply came after a silent moment, his brows setting. “But I can’t tell you, or else it won’t come true.” Tomas said it almost seriously, his eyes focused on yours as you looked up at him again.

For a moment neither of you spoke, your gaze flitting between his eyes and lips in a manner he was sure you didn’t realize he could notice. “Then your wish must be something great, if you’re worried about it not coming true.” You finally whispered, closing your eyes for a moment as if to chase away the thoughts pooling behind your irises. Tomas only replied with a soft nod, staring down at you with a softened look until the song faded out.

The night ended once Liu Kang announced he wanted to retire to bed, most everyone filing out of the garden amongst themselves after cleaning up. You walked ahead of him, speaking to Raiden about pushing back the lessons set for tomorrow so everyone had time to sleep in. In a strange way, Tomas was content to listening to your voice even if it wasn’t directed at him. His train of thought broken when a heavy arm slung around his shoulders.

To his side Kuai Liang smiled at him, leading him down the turn their rooms were. Bi-Han walked ahead of them, quiet as he kept up his pace. “So brother, did you enjoy your birthday?” Kuai Liang asked with a cheeky smile, patting Tomas’ shoulder as he rolled his eyes at him. “Why do you ask?” Tomas shrugged, glancing at his elder brother as he shook his head.

“Because your sweetling seemed very keen on making it perfect for you.” The nickname rolled off of Kuai Liang’s tongue like a trap. The smoke shinobi felt his face grow hot, pale skin taking a flushed hue as he shoved his elder brother’s arm off. “She is not..” Tomas began, stopping short of a sigh as Kuai Liang deadpanned at him. “I didn’t know she was the one who arranged it all.” He instead huffed, shoving his hands into his pockets as his brother laughed. “Of course she was, did you think I was the one to make such delicate streamers?” Kuai Liang said with a grin, cocking his head to the side as Tomas scoffed at him.

“She likes you, brother.” The dark haired shinobi said as they stopped in front of Tomas’ room. A harder expression taking the younger man’s face as he opened his mouth to defend your actions. “You may not see it Tomas, but I can.” Kuai Liang interjected before he could speak, patting Tomas’ shoulder before gesturing to his door down the hall. “You should try to sleep well, I suspect we will all have to train through our hangovers tomorrow.”

Kuai Liang’s words consumed Tomas’ mind as he retired to bed, lying in his fresh sheets after a short shower. Surely you were only being friendly. No matter how much Tomas liked you, there was nothing good about him that gave you any reason to fancy him in return. That would only ever be a happy dream.

It was a simple thing for Tomas, allowed finally the thought of thinking himself good enough to believe he had a chance at you. And while some weeks had passed since then, and your routines only ever intertwined for at most a few hours within a day, Tomas was content with it. But simple things were simple things. Often times crushed by reality.

Bi-Han was angry, more than usual, and this time not with his brothers. Liu Kang had aggravated the cryomancer by subjecting them to wait, the already fragile relationship bowing beneath the Fire God’s scattered attention.

You’d been walking around the garden, awaiting council with the Fire Lord, quiet as you thought about the predicament Earthrealm was hurtling towards. What it meant for your clan.. you did not know, but you trusted Liu Kang’s guidance. A wistful sight escaping your lips as you made your way towards the area that the three Lin Kuei brothers had been occupying. Amongst the sounds throughout the garden, you could hear the wind whistling through the trees, the subtle gush of water in the bamboo fountains, and an increasingly familiar voice. It was Bi-Han’s, and he was angry.

You could tell by the sound of its sharpness, and tone of frustration filling it, he was teetering on the edge of allowing his quick temper to explode. The thought brought gooseflesh to your nape, you had heard a few times before the boom of his voice when he got himself worked up. In contrast other voices piped up, calmer, more rational as they responded to Bi-Han’s rising volume. “..Father would advise us to wait without protest.” A voice interjected after the sound of Kuai Liang’s voice rang out. Its stern calmness familiar almost instantly, Tomas’ softer tone filled you with relief as you began to climb the steps up to the open pavilion they were in.

Your approach slowed as you eavesdropped, footsteps light, avoiding certain wood slats you knew would creak as you entered the building. Still you could hear the chatter of the brothers, bordering on bickering even as grown men. “Guide us, yes. Shackle us, no.” Bi-Han’s voice rang out after Kuai Liang made an exasperated comment about their father’s teachings. You had all but stopped moving, hidden behind a wall as you craned your ear towards the sound of their voices.

“We can’t abandon tradition!” Tomas’ interjected, frustration lacing his words. In that short moment you could feel an electric wave fill the air, your breath stopping in your chest as you felt your heartbeat begin to race. From where you were you could hear a guttural sound leave Bi-Han’s throat, followed by the sound of his shoe scuffing against the wood of the floor. “Mind your place Tomas.” The elder brother growled. “Father may have taken you in, made you one of us.. but your blood will never be Lin Kuei!”

Your heart shattered for Tomas in that instant. Liu Kang and Kuai Liang had given you a vague understanding of Tomas’ origin within their clan, but you hadn’t yet grasped how much it meant to his brothers. You knew that Bi-Han was hard on Tomas, you had observed it with your own eyes, but you did not know that Bi-Han felt that way about his own brother.

There was a long pause among the men for a moment, awkward and tense, broken only by a candle sent rolling forward when your foot knocked against it in a misstep you’d taken in an attempt to creep around the corner. Wax settled the waxed wood of the floor, hardening from the cool temperature into a pearly white. You could hardly look up from the sight of the candle lying on its side as you stepped out from the wall you stood behind. Faintly you could hear Bi-Han huff under his breath at knowing they’d been heard in their spat, and under his breath Kuai Liang muttered something in quiet Mandarin. It was not their judgement you feared though, it was Tomas’.

“Y/N..” Kuai Liang began when you looked up, saved by the sudden entrance of Raiden and Kung Lao. Liu Kang was ready for them, and while you were not so eager to be in the presence of the Fire God after such an embarrassment, your real shame came from the pale eyes you met as the group gathered to stand. Tomas’ face was set blankly, a kind of melancholy beginning to cloud his light eyes. Your chest felt tight and your ears burned with embarrassment as he stared at you with a beginning frown, his face suddenly ducking away as he turned around to follow after the group of four.

a shinobi’s folly - chapter ii.

nutshell - tomas vrbada

notes - im trying to pick songs i think tomas might like, i can see him with some 1990s-2010 alternative rock. also I had to rewrite this like twice because tumblr didn’t save so im irritated asf 💔

pairing - tomas vrbada x f!reader

summary - Time passes and as Tomas begins his uneasy grapple with new feelings in an unfamiliar environment, some well needed advice comes from unexpected figures.

masterlist chapter i. chapter iii.

general warning - descriptions of violence and injuries, and bodily fluids!

Idiot. It was the word Tomas kept hearing get tossed around as he eavesdropped on Kuai Liang and Bi-Han’s conversation. A title bestowed upon the only other one who could hold Bi-Han’s ire of irritation. That was Tomas. He was an idiot. Faintly he listened to Liu Kang’s voice speak up, calmer as he tried to mediate his elder brother’s temper.

Tomas sighed as he rest his temple against the waxed wood of the pillar he leant on, glancing down at his feet as he recounted the day. He’d tried to save himself for the fuck up that was his introduction with their new acquaintance, but Bi-Han had quickly shut that down each time Tomas tried to conversate. Not that he blamed him, how does one drop the ball that hard?

The shinobi tried not to think about it too hard, taking a seat on the bench that overlooked the gardens with a grunt. His focus finding the cushions he’d shoved onto the floor, observing the woven blue linen. Wallowing in self pity, Tomas lost his train of thought, spacing out as he tapped his feet on the stone of the hall as he man spread. He’d really have to work for it if he wanted Bi-Han to give him another shot at being friendly with their new lady friend.. he didn’t really want to think about that. The man sighed, barely noticed the approach of a familiar figure, not exactly a good look on him with his Lin Kuei training.

“Are you Lin Kuei made to prefer wood over cushions?” You spoke suddenly, drawing Tomas’ quick focus as he looked up. For a moment neither of you said anything, a slightly expectant look on your face as you awaited a reply from the gray headed man. “What?” He remarked dumbly, blinking at you slowly as he blanked.

It was a typical man-like response, one that quickly made you realize your question was as dumb as his reply. You blinked at him before looking away, cheeks flushing pink as you opened and closed your mouth like a fish. The sight was like ice on a burn, with Tomas standing up quickly, attempting to save himself before you turned heel and ran. “I mean..” Tomas said awkwardly, shrugging as he found no words.

The two of you stared at each other for a long moment, before your brows creased and you pursed your lips. “You’re Tomas.” You said without suave. An astute observation obviously. “And you’re Y/N.” The shinobi said in reply as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. The two of you stumbling over each other’s beginning sentences, speaking at the same time in a lame way. ‘Nice to meet you. How are you?’ You two said, blanking for a moment before replying. ‘Good.’ You echoed like two parrots vocalizing off of each other.

A silence stretching over the two of you before you both laughed. A deep masculine chuckle rumbling from Tomas’ throat as his hand fell limp at his side. The sound reverberating from his chest bringing a brighter shade to your face, expression shy as you looked down at your feet with a quiet laugh. Not as smooth as he would’ve liked it, but it was something?

The Lin Kuei invited you to sit almost too quickly than he should’ve, scrambling to pick up the cushions off the ground and fix them on the bench quickly. When you took offer, more eagerly than what felt right, Tomas felt almost too relieved. He wasn’t out of the woods yet. The two of you sat in silence, waiting for the other to speak, looking around at the garden in front of you as if a conversation starter might appear before you.

“It’s habit.” Tomas spoke suddenly, glancing at you as you side eyed him. He realized how stupid he must’ve sounded when you made a low noise of confusion under your breath, a puzzled look blossoming on your face. “The bench I mean.” He corrected with a shake of his head.

“Oh.” You said in turn, scratching your cheek in an awkward fidget as he racked his brain for ideas to save himself. His shoulders jumped as his hands shot out to gesture.. again. “We don’t really sit down often back at the palace. Only for meals and such. My brother believes it best so we don’t get lazy.” He over explained, swallowing hard as you nodded along. As you relaxed against the back of the bench Tomas felt his body tense again, watching you out of the corner of his eye as you smiled slowly.

“Then I guess I must be softened by the luxury of relaxation.” You chuckled. Tomas didn’t really know how to respond to that, nodding in return as he looked down at his calloused and scarred hands, flexing atop his stiff muscular thighs. There wasn’t really an appropriate way to quip off of that, not to him anyways. Sure you were soft in some areas, it didn’t take a practiced man to admire some ass.

But besides, you seemed content to sit in silence with him, for that he was grateful. Gods he needed Johnny to train him in the areas of being smooth. Eventually conversation came, exchanging thoughts about the weather and feelings about the Fire temple. Everything a sucker would ask instead of trying to be a little cooler.

His respite came when Liu Kang and his brothers exited the pavilion behind them, voices carried across the night air as they approached where Tomas sat. Their expressions fixing when they spotted his acquaintance. Tomas watched in real time as they stood up as the look of frustration and anger on Bi-Han’s face towards him returned to a general look of irritation. His dark brows fixed as he nodded in greeting towards you and looked over at Tomas. Now he may have been a slight screw up, but at least it wasn’t total!

The questioning look on everyone’s faces were ignored as his lady friend spoke up, greeting the boys and quite literally saving Tomas from Bi-Han’s wrath. His elder brother whom only shot the youngest of the three a slightly furrowed look as you chirped about Tomas’ lovely attitude or something.

The weeks began to spin by like a spider’s carefully crafted web, both a confusing time for Tomas and a frustrating one, balancing his relationship with his brothers, the champions, the Fire God, and now a blossoming friendship with you. Not that he needed much convincing to allow you to make his mind a muddled mess, when his brothers weren’t at the temple training the champions, that meant more time for you. And when you two were alone he lost sight of himself, of what he’d been taught to be.

Kuai Liang had coached him on his predicament.. sort of. It was after a night at dinner when the good liquor had been passed around. You were gone on a democratic tour of your assigned clans, the rotation in which each of you ‘emissaries’ left the nest finally landing on you. That meant Tomas and his brothers were at the temple commencing lessons with the four candidates. Not that much got done when it was just them, Johnny and Kung Lao had a way of convincing when it came to getting Liu Kang to let them relax a bit.

The Fire God, Kenshi, Raiden and Bi-Han had retired after drinking enough to know their limits, however Kuai Liang, Johnny and Kung Lao remained with Tomas. The two leftovers champions were playing a booze game as an excuse to drink a little more, while Kuai Liang snacked silently and stared at Tomas.

“So.. Y/N.” He hummed slowly as he made prolonged eye contact with the gray headed shinobi. The mention of your name brought a light to Tomas’ eyes as he pretended to be focused on pushing around a prickled radish on his plate. “What about her?” He replied, glancing at Kuai Liang who deadpanned at him.

The expression was enough to draw a reflective shrug from Tomas, who glanced around to make sure Johnny and Kung Lao hadn’t overheard them speaking your name. The two had taken a liking to trying to flirt with you when you were around for meditation lessons, much to Tomas’ dismay because he couldn’t flirt to save his life.

“You fancy her?” Kuai Liang prodded with a twitch of his brows. Ever the observant it seemed, a scowl forming on Tomas’ face quickly as he scoffed and looked off. “I wouldn’t say that.” He said with a shrug, a white lie as he tugged at his collar. “Alright then, but you fancy looking at her at least.” His elder brother settled on, providing an undeniable comment.

The younger of the two replied with a sigh and a slight shrug, meeting Kuai Liang’s eyes with a slightly annoyed look. What was the point of this if just to tease him? A smile bloomed across the black haired shinobi’s face, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as Tomas glowered. “Why not say something?”

The question was almost natural coming from an older brother. Not that Kuai Liang would understand, amongst all three of them he wasn’t afraid to be honest to a woman when he wanted her to know she’d caught his attention. Tomas was sure Bi-Han had a secret lover of sorts, otherwise his attitude would be worse if he didn’t at least get some ass every now and then, but it was Kuai Liang who was a little more honest about his prospects.

“That’s easy for you to say.” Tomas replied with a short remark, furrowing his brows at Kuai Liang who poured himself more of the dark liquor. “All you have to say is that you like her, brother.” The shinobi rebutted, shaking his head at Tomas like it was simplest thing in the world. “Bi-Han would throttle me if I got involved.” That much was true, the already short tempered grandmaster was even more short tempered when Tomas so much as didn’t land a joke properly with the woman.

For a moment Kuai Liang did not speak, observing Tomas with a simple look before shaking his head. “You’d rather die a man who didn’t say anything at all, than a man who said something?” His elder brother tsked, catching Tomas in a corner as he racked his brain to defend why it was a stupid idea. But he supposed he could always try?

Of course that kind of motivation was as encouraging as it was stupid. When you returned after a few days, it meant that it Kuai Liang’s turn to be a diplomat, which meant he was stuck with Bi-Han in all of this. A steady recipe for disaster already.

Kuai Liang had laid out a few ideas to Tomas, given him a few pick up lines, some tips on how to be more chivalrous than he was naturally. And when the chance at being with you came in the form of sitting in on a meditation session you’d been holding with the champions, he’d jumped at it. A naive part of him expected to be able to talk to you while you coached the four champions on finding a clear state of mind, but you seemed anything but available to even entertain him.

You circled the group as they sit cross legged in the grass, speaking softly about imagining a scene that brought them peace, and focusing on that feeling. Not that Tomas was doing as he was told, watching you through barely cracked eyes as you took a seat next to Raiden who was fidgeting out of his anxiety habit. His blood pressure and irritation skyrocketing in an instant as you reached out to touch Raiden’s chest and navel to mentor him in focusing. In an instant Tomas felt like a balloon about to deflate, his heart squeezing in his chest as you smiled at Raiden who sighed deeply under your warm soothing hands.

In an effort to not focus on his dejected feelings once the mediation session was over, Tomas tried to focus on his adrenaline, eyeing everyone as he instructed them towards the flat patch of red dirt that served as their sparring arena. His frustration leaking into his emotions as you called out to Raiden who took up the plate first, instructing the dark haired man to relax and focus his on keeping his emotions calm.

When the match began, Tomas forfeited his attempt at being guiding, rushing a caught off guard Raiden striking him hard, his fists meeting Raiden’s side in a harsher way than he deserved. The champion fought back, shoving Tomas back and getting a few hits in before Tomas grabbed him by the scruff and angled his fist into Raiden’s solar plexus, hitting the farm boy hard enough to wind him. It didn’t end there, Tomas continued his assault on Raiden’s torso, effectively punching out every breath the champion attempted to take as he fought to push Tomas away. He could hear Kung Lao and Kenshi shouting at him, only stopping the beating when Raiden yielded, holding up his hands as he coughed and sucked in breaths.

Tomas blinked down at Raiden as he bent over to puke up the lunch he’d had, only looking up when you jogged over to pull the farmer off the dirt and into the grass. Before the shinobi could begin to call out an apology though, Kung Lao quickly took up Raiden’s place. “Too far man.” The more confident of the two farmers shouted at Tomas as he waited for the shinobi to get into his stance.

The match beginning in a blur of first and kicks being thrown, though Tomas was a little bit more mindful of manhandling his opponents now. It had taken two more rounds before Johnny stepped up to the plate to finally kicked Tomas’ ass a little bit, the gray haired shinobi walking off with his slightly wounded pride after Johnny managed to body slam him, leaving an uncomfortable crick in his neck.

He was muttering to himself when you found him, smiling at him as you held up a roll of bandages and a bottle of water. He’d retreated to a quiet corner of the large garden to lick his wounds, and wallow about the look you’d given him after he’d beat Raiden. He sat cross legged, clad in a simple training outfit, black and gray, the loose linen breathable with stitched pleats down the legs, the short cloth sleeves taut around his biceps which flexed as he moved his arms.

“You were a little harsh today.” You hummed out as you sat down next to him, handing him the water bottle. His body rippled with tension as you sat close by, scooting closer to him as you took his arm to wipe beads of blood away from the place he’d rubbed skin off when he hit the dirt in the slam. “Was I supposed to go easy on them?” Tomas replied, a little more snippy than he thought it would’ve come out.

The tone earned a rightfully earned pinch to the arm as you deadpanned at him, his skin prickling with gooseflesh as he huffed and looked away. “You didn’t have to hit Raiden that many times, and you know it.” You shook your head slowly at him. The comment drew a twist to his brows as he looked away, grunting as you began to wrapped the bandage cloth around his bicep.

“I didn’t realize you cared that much about him.” Tomas scoffed, more petulant than need be, but as honest as a man could be in his situation. As Kuai Liang would call it, not jealously, just competitive charm. “He’s my student, why wouldn’t I be? I get in trouble if he gets broken.” You joked lightly, trying to lighten the mood as you took his forearm to examine an old bruise.

The comment drew a chuckle from his chest, deep and low as he glanced at you, staring directly down the slightly open cross panels of your shirt, taking in the spill of cleavage that would otherwise be invisible if you were at face level. “Why’d you do it anyways? You’re not usually so hard on them.. something must be on your mind.” You commented, hitting the nail on the head like you always managed to. Under your hands Tomas stiffened, half wishing to turn to stone as he fought the urge to glance down at you again, sure you were making a face at him. Of course he couldn’t be honest and tell you that his endeavor was his jealously for your attention. What was he, five?

“Is it your brother again?” You sighed when he ignored your question entirely, poking a fresh dark bruise on his arm causing him to flinch. Of course Tomas knew you exactly who you were referring to, Bi-Han had made it all but clear during breakfast that Tomas was on his shit list. Again. It took a moment before Tomas replied with a short huff and shrugged, looking at you this time as you cocked your head at him. “How’d you know?” Tomas hummed, watching you through his lashes as you took the ointment he’d been using to begin dabbing it on the contusions that littered his arm.

“I’m all knowing.” You jested, drawing a short laugh from Tomas who internally died a little inside thinking about that. The pads of your finger poked at a healing bruise towards his wrist, the sharp pain of it making his muscles jump under your touch again. A silence falling over you two as you glanced up at him through your lashes, humming under your breath as you traced around the bruise gently. “Do you ever let these heal? Or do you always walk around looking like a leopard with all of these spots.” You joked again, earning a roll of his eyes and a gentle shove that made you grin a little wider.

Tomas had half the mind to say something now, something dumb and half thought out like how he thought you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen before. But he caught himself before he opened his mouth and ruined it, chuckling with you instead, passing a few lame flirting remarks along that he was sure you didn’t catch because of his delivery of them as you wrapped up two more scrapes.

By the time he’d worked up a crumble of courage to say anything to you, you were quickly interrupted by a familiar voice. Bi-Han’s voice rang out behind you two, asking.. instead of demanding, because you were in the vicinity, that Tomas accompany him a meeting with Liu Kang. The tense look on his elder brother’s face spoke many volumes, one of which was demanding to know why Tomas was doing anything but being stiff and formal with this woman.

“You ought to take out your anger on him.. instead of the students, mm?” You whispered under your breath as you grabbed your things, hand finding his muscular thigh as you used it to help you stand. The interaction driving him nuts, as he stood up and watched you walk in the opposite direction of where they were headed.

Bi-Han glowered at him of course when they were finally alone, walking beside Tomas with heavy footsteps. “You shouldn’t be so familiar.” Bi-Han grunted, glancing at Tomas as they began down the hallway towards the pavilion Liu Kang awaited them in. Not that Tomas cared too much about that, Bi-Han was just worked up because he was stressed around this alliance falling through. “I’m only being friendly.” Tomas replied calmly, defending himself from the scornful expression Bi-Han was making.

“No.” The elder brother replied, eyeing Tomas as they stopped before the pavilion doors. The grandmaster’s usually stern expression relaxing only in increments as he looked around and sighed deeply. “But atleastbe wise about it, or don’t do anything at all. Save us all the trouble of your mistakes.” A subtle, very Bi-Han way of letting Tomas know that while he disapproved, he knew Tomas was man enough to handle his own responsibilities.

HIII! YES!! I’ve actually been debating writing some little bits now that I’ve seen the new movie. I just don’t have very many ideas for it yet since while AFAA introduced some new concepts it didn’t give me a lot of material or characters imo to really kickstart something new - other than Varang and shit. She a little crazy but she bhad.

a shinobi’s folly - chapter i.

rotten apple - tomas vrbada

notes - im back? starting off strong with some fan service for mk1 because there’s a disgusting lack of it especially for Tomas ugh 💔

pairing - tomas vrbada x f!reader

summary - Tirelessly trying to prove his worth to his new grandmaster and adoptive elder brother of the Lin Kuei, Tomas can’t help but find himself stuck in the shadow of his place as an ‘outsider’ to his clan. Within the limitations of his own mind, Tomas finds himself finding an odd obsessive comfort in the sudden attention of the heir of an allied clan.

masterlist chapter ii.

general warning - violence mentioned, descriptions of bodily injury and death!

The sound of Lin Kuei shinobi sparring had long since dispersed as the sun fell under the horizon of the world. A familiar sound to Tomas by now, the whooshes and thuds of staffs and spears hitting each other, the metallic clinks of karambit and kunai clanging together - and of the course the disgruntled sound of other shinobi sparring in hand to hand. The chorus they created bounced from one corner of Tomas’ mind to the other as he dabbed ointment on a new bruise welting under his skin.

Almost milky hues of nasty purples and greens blossomed over his muscular arms, the colors drawing Tomas’ pale eyes as he inspected them, dragging across the soft lightness of his skin and landing on the crusting stain of a reddish brown across his left bicep from where he’d wiped away blood. Kuai Liang had kicked his ass. He’d admit that. But his mind had been elsewhere during their match, he hadn’t even register the swipe of the kunai towards him when his elder brother had rushed him.

From behind his temples Tomas could feel a headache forming, a soft thumping that came in a pattern he was used to by now. Sitting on the edge of his bed, legs over the side as he set the bandage roll and ointment tin on his nightstand, the gray haired man sighed, allowing his eyes to draw elsewhere in his sparsely decorated room. His pale eyes flitted around in habit - glancing at the locked door, the plainly blue walls, the decorative scrolls that Kuai Liang had pinned to his bedroom walls when they were younger, finally landing upon his shelf of personal items. An incense holder that burned with a lavender stick that made his nose aquiline twitch, a few medallions that his adoptive father had gifted him throughout his teenage years, a bracelet his adoptive mother had given him on her deathbed, framed photographs of him and his adoptive brothers, and at the center, an old worn picture of his family, the last surviving memory of his family.

The photo had diminished over the years, been frayed at the edges, and a faint brown stain stained the middle of the picture, old dried blood from where it had been picked off of his mother’s body. His father, with his dark gray hair to the right, his mother with her whispy blonde hair to the left, in the middle were he and his twin sister, grinning wide with peaches in their hands, a rare luxury they’d indulged in at the town market the summer before the winter that he’d lost them all. The beginning memory ripped a grunt from a deep part of Tomas’ chest, a sharp huff escaping his nose as he shook away the pictures being painted in his mind.

Should he ever wish to visit his hometown, Tomas was sure his brothers would implore, though Bi-Han with some mild convincing, but even the idea of that brought uncomfortable squeezes to his heart. He was past that.

The morning brought only more grief to Tomas, blue light barely beginning to stream in from the windows of his room. It was barely before dawn and the sound of quiet shuffling outside his door let him know the day was just beginning for the Lin Kuei palace. His body felt heavy, certain parts of him ached and throbbed like always after a long day of overworking himself. Tomas could hardly recall what he’d dreamt about, if he even did, a deep groan escaping his throat as he sat up and contemplated being on the receiving end of Bi-Han’s anger today by succumbing to the desire of getting a few more winks of sleep in. Yeah right. He’d sleep when he die.

Breakfast was mostly silent, the comment Kuai Liang had made in passing about finally being able to meet all of the Earthrealm champions together had been met with a grunt and a glower from Bi-Han as he manhandled his mug of hot tea. Tomas thought it best to focus on the food in front of him rather than try to back Kuai Liang up, sighing as he spooned more of the congee with pork and ginger into his mouth.

They’d be traveling further South to the Fire Temple in agreement to Fire God Liu Kang’s request for them to give the Earthrealm champions a proper meeting. Bi-Han thought it an idiotic waste of their time, Kuai Liang as ever the visionary thought it a good idea, and Tomas was slightly impartial. He hadn’t the chance to meet Kenshi Takahashi, and he did secretly really want to meet Johnny Cage, but besides that, what good would meeting them do?

In the time it took for them to arrive at the Fire Temple, Bi-Han had grumbled a total of ten times about the trip. Tomas had counted, and Kuai Liang had tried to get Bi-Han to see the positive about it each and every time. Yet the only thing Tomas could think about was how much his ass hurt from sitting down in a cramped space with his equally large brothers for six hours.

The greetings were.. well exactly as they’d thought it would be. The men were as astonished as he’d figured they’d be, thrust into roles Tomas was sure they thought had to be a prank. But they were more receptive to the idea than Kuai Liang had thought, and they were more ready to get started than Bi-Han had it figured. In truth Tomas hadn’t really been paying much attention until the quad had been dismissed for training before dinner, the Lin Kuei brothers torn away for more of reason conversation with Liu Kang.

The smoke shinobi walked to the right Bi-Han, Kuai Liang on the left, following the Fire God as he spoke on about the importance of alliance in this new age. When Liu Kang paused before the pavilion in the middle of the Fire gardens, he turned with a sudden look. His face set between a mix of seriousness and anticipation for the favor he knew was on the tip of his tongue. It was if they all could sense it, the ease of Liu Kang’s brow tensing as he eyed Bi-Han who clenched his jaw and straightened his back to receive another one of the Fire God’s absurd requests.

“I know that the Lin Kuei have done much for Earthrealm as it is, but believe me I would not ask this of you if I did could not entrust this task with you.” Liu Kang spoke evenly, deep voice laced with a calmness Tomas had rarely seen break. Beside him Bi-Han huffed through his nose, hands balling into fists as he raised a brow at the Fire God. “To the Lin Kuei, and to you three, I entrust the task of uniting the clans across Earthrealm to our cause.”

The request, or more of an order fell heavy on the boys, an awkward silence stretched over them as they eyed each other, waiting for the other to speak. Kuai Liang broke the pregnant pause with a tight chuckle, awkwardness obvious in his movements as he opened his palms and looked around. “This is.. an honorable request Liu Kang but, there are only three of us, there must be several clans that know about this. Surely they cannot all be easily willing to join in on the cause, and all before the tournament? How do we know we’ll ever be able to complete this task in time.”

His meaning was simple, why are they the emissaries? And how the fuck are they supposed to convince probably a hundred clans to support this when the Lin Kuei barely did? It was almost laughable, and by the second Bi-Han was beginning to tense up with the urge to tell Liu Kang no. But when the Fire God laughed, Tomas thought for sure the god would tell them he did not care.

“Thank you, for your concern Kuai Liang. I considered that issue for you, and went out of my way to make an alliance with the first clan on the list. Their strength is admirable, comparable to yours even, and their emissary is none other than their own heir. Who I might is much more convincing than even I.” The lord spoke with almost finality, turning his head to gesture to a monk, turning back to the men with a comforting smile. Quiet voices rang from the pavilion as three figures emerged, a man, a girl and one woman. The trio were dressed in fine silks, the embroidery delicate and expensive, hues carefully dyed. Luxuries reserved for only their occasional outfits in the Lin Kuei.

The girl and man stood back, and the woman stepped forward, a polite smile pulling at the corners of her pink lips. Tomas found himself focusing on the light colors of her outfit, letting his eyes flit up and down, watching her hands settle clasped in front of her hips as she stopped and gave a short formal bow. Finally his eyes focused on her face once more, taking in the softness of her face, discerning the lines of her matured features. His adams apple bobbed uncomfortably in his throat as he stared at her, listening to her voice as she greeted them and introduced herself.

In his mind he was practicing the vowels of the name in his head, his tongue twitching in his mouth in practice of the accent it came in. His pale eyes narrowing, dilating then focusing as her gaze settled on him as she spoke. When silence came across his muffled receptors he blinked once then twice, glancing at his brothers who stared at him expectantly, a twist to Liu Kang’s brow as he coughed awkwardly and tilted his head at the woman standing beside him. Her head shifted slightly, her lips pursing softly as she awaited a response he was supposed to give.

Out from his mouth tumbled your name as he nodded like he was making an observation, simple and clear. Sounding just as beautiful as Tomas had imagined it would sound out loud. Beside him Bi-Han elbowed him with a glare, and Kuai Liang chortled under a loud cough. Even Liu Kang bore a look of second-hand embarrassment as Tomas quickly put the pieces together that he was supposed to answer with his name.

pink in the night - johnny cage

this is kind of a dig on johnny and mk1 itself, I HATED how shallow they lowkey kind of made him - so much wasted potential with the fact that they could’ve explored further his reason for separating/divorcing his (ex) wife and the whole bankruptcy besides johnny being really irresponsible with money and not landing movies - sorry for the rant 😊

also there WILL be a sequel with Paper Bag by Fiona Apple so brace yallselves 😸

cw! pity sex kinda, v sex, angst obvi, fingering, unprotected sex, cum eating, dacryphilia, overstimulation, orgasm denial, creampies - pretty much an awkward one night stand but super depressing

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution!

It’d been months since the “incident.” You could remember the day when news broke, you had already known of course; Johnny kept you and everyone else at the Fire Temple very updated. The media went wild - theories and conspiracies spiraling out from each corner of the internet, from small things like simple dislike for each other, to absurd accusations of infidelity and abuse.

You thought that anyone still stretching and spinning the event could have seen that there was not much to write about - but you were too sure about the wrong thing. The day had been going fine, just fine. Johnny was busy practicing with some of the other monks from the temple while you and everyone else sat a bit away, observing as Johnny was knocked on his ass for the nth time.

Kung Lao snickered alongside you at the sight of Johnny moaning on about how the monk who had taken him down had taken advantage of him turning to flash a wink and a smile at the group. You turned to Kenshi and made a passing comment on how Johnny just might be able to get out of a fight just by boring the opponent to death with his cries of unfairness. Kenshi entertained the joke with a chuckle and a nod while everyone else shook their heads.

“What’re you two school-girls giggling about?” Came an annoyed and slightly out of breath voice. You glanced up to see Johnny standing over you all, his face pink with exhaustion and poorly masked embarrassment. “Oh, nothing.” You quipped mischievously as you nudged Kenshi to give him his queue.

Kenshi caught on quickly and raised his brows as he turned to look at Johnny. “Yeah, nothing.” Kenshi formulated an expression to Johnny that you couldn’t understand only being further confused when Johnny huffed and plopped down beside you. “Oh hardy har har, fuck you guys”

You slid Johnny a plate of dumplings you’d managed to save from Kung Lao’s wrath and turned your focus to your own plate of food, trying to ignore the warmth radiating off of Johnny’s close body and his overpowering cologne.

Johnny scrolled online as he stuffed his face with now cold dumplings - which he so stubbornly claimed were how he liked them. You all hardly paid attention to what was going on outside of the Fire Temple but when you heard Johnny slam his chopsticks on the table and witnessed him get up suddenly and storm off, you wished you knew what had happened before he did.

You gave Kenshi a bewildered look, to which he shrugged and used Johnny’s sudden exit as an excuse to also leave. Kung Lao did the same when you quietly asked what was wrong and excused himself to practice. You and Raiden were left together at the table sitting in an uncomfortable silence. When you finally managed the confidence to look over at Raiden, he gave you a sympathetic look, one he always wore, and you were glad for it.

The two of you cleaned up the table and took the dishes back to the kitchens and dropped them off to be cleaned before walking back towards the courtyard that separated the main temple area and separate housing spaces. Glancing at Raiden and seeing his already assuring gaze, you let the worried questions spill from your mouth. “Should I go check on him? Do you think something’s really wrong? Should we tell Liu Kang?” Came tumbling out of your mouth and you panted softly as you searched Raiden’s eyes for an answer.

Raiden simply smiled sincerely at you and gave you a quiet nod. You took Raiden’s nod as a referral to check on Johnny and said your quick goodbyes before heading to the housing area. You fixed any wrinkles on your clothes and wiped the corners of your mouth as you nervously fixed yourself before arriving at the door to Johnny’s room.

You hesitated for a moment before knocking gently and calling through the wood that it was you. Waiting for a moment, you debated if this was the right thing to do before hearing Johnny’s voice invite you in. You turned the nob to the door and walked into the surprisingly dark room.

When your eyes finally adjusted you saw Johnny curled on his side on his bed - his usual flashy and inflated self not found anywhere as you entered the room and closed the door behind you. By now on a normal day you’d have been bombarded with a dirty joke or two and questions and gossip about the world outside of the Fire Temple.

You made your way across the room to the end of the side of the bed. “Are you alright?” You questioned meekly as you watched Johnny twist around and reach up to turn the bedside lamp on. Looking down you saw that he’d discarded his typical monk attire and opted for his fabulous Cage Pajamas that he would usually show off.

Johnny stared up at you for a moment in silence before answering you. “I’m feeling better than ever, why?” Despite his response you could hear the exasperation in his voice, paired with a coldness you didn’t recognize. You gave him a look before moving to sit at the edge of the bed, careful to mind Johnny as you studied his face.

“Oh come on, I’m not that gullible Johnny, I know something’s bothering you.” You fold your hands on your lap as you refrain from glancing around the room, not wanting to give away your own nervousness. Hearing a sigh you focus back on Johnny’s voice as he pushes himself up in bed.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Johnny groans out before looking to you. He reaches for his phone and opens it quickly before tossing it to you. “Just read it.” Johnny says as he leans back against the headboard. You look down to see an article pulled up on the screen, just by the title you can tell it’s about Johnny’s ex-wife, Kris. As you begin to read further into it, you begin to understand Johnny’s dilemma.

Apparently photos of Kris around the city Johnny lives in, being accompanied by a man were finally confirmed to be a new relationship. You feel a pang somewhere in your heart as you look up at Johnny and find him with his head in his hands. Somehow, someway you feel betrayal, something you aren’t even owed, and you know it.

You and Johnny are nothing more than friends. Just really close, good friends.

You close out of the stupid article and place Johnny’s phone back on top of the nightstand before turning back to him. You aren’t even able to get a word out before Johnny interjects.

“I know I said I was over her, I am, trust me, before you begin to scold me. But.. already?” Johnny gives you a hopeless look when he finally looks up at you. “Am I really that far gone that no one will dwell on me?” You swallow back your feelings of humiliation and sadness and force a tight assuring smile.

“Johnny, I think you need to realize that you don’t need anyone to dwell on you.” You begin, sucking in a deep breath as you think carefully. “You have all of us, your friends, me, that’ll be here to support you, so why expect someone to wait on the time you had together?” You finish your sentence with a barely held back sigh as you lead forward to place a hand on Johnny’s knee before patting it, not wanting to lean too far into his space to pat his shoulder.

Johnny stares at you for a prolonged moment before leaning forward to take your hands in his. His eyes are cloudy with complex emotions that you cannot pinpoint as he drags you forward until you two are inches apart.

“Would you dwell on me?” Johnny asks, and you’re not even sure if he even understands what he’s asking. You’re at a loss for words as you gape at him while a fire erupts in your mind and your cheeks paint themselves pink. All you can manage is a short gasp and the beginning of a lost sentence before Johnny lurches forward and presses a desperate kiss to your lips.

You barely have time to recuperate the action before Johnny takes his opportunity to slip his tongue into your already parted lips and moves to push you down. Your head swirls with confusing emotions as you cling to Johnny’s novelty shirt and whine at his eagerness.

Johnny hardly seems to notice your nervous attempts to return his affections as he moves to press soft kisses to your neck before beginning to slide his hands under your shirt and pants. You shudder as Johnny cups your covered breast, while his other hand hooks his fingers on the band of your underwear.

You want to ask Johnny why he’s so suddenly bombarding you with affection like this but find yourself lost in the feeling of Johnny’s hands kneading your breast and slipping into your panties. Clinging to his arms, you allow Johnny to practically rip your bra off and move to pinch and roll your nipple between his fingers. Your body jumps and jolts at the welcomed actions and you whine at Johnny as he dips his fingers into your cunt, providing a steady pace as he continues to muffle your cries with his mouth. The cold metal of Johnny’s initialed ring brushes against your hole and dips inside of you for a moment, and you respond with a clench of your walls and Johnny rewards you with a quiet groan.

You’re brought to a quick release when Johnny finds your needy clit and presses the pad of his thumb to it before rubbing it in circles. You pant softly against Johnny’s lips, his eyes hazy as he glances down to admire his glistening fingers, now pulled out of you, slick with your cum.

You find yourself sucking Johnny’s fingers, not even registering that he pushed them into your mouth to have you clean them back off. Using his wrist as your anchor, you hold onto him as he slide the dexterous digits across your tongue and further into your warm mouth. You look up at Johnny coyly as you slide your tongue between his two fingers and he pinches your nipple with a soft chuckle causing you to huff at him.

Johnny quickly rids you of your clothes and moves to strip himself of his own before sitting back to admire you for moment. When you cover yourself out of embarrassment Johnny says nothing, only sliding his thumbs between the back of the apex of your thighs as he grabs hold of your legs to pull them apart for him. Your cunt still glistens with your fluids and you can’t help but jerk your hips when the cool air of the room hits your pussy.

“Johnny..” You whine up at him, and Johnny’s eyes flick up to your face and back down at you. He slides his hands over your thighs until they sit on the insides of them before pushing them further apart. You don’t have time to question why Johnny is so intent on looking at you before you feel him press the tip of his cock to your twitching hole.

Eager, you buck your hips up as far as you can while Johnny still holds your hips down, and it gives him the green light to push into you. You gasp softly and move to grab Johnny’s arms as he splits you open. Whimpering and eyes pricking with tears, you look to Johnny for assurance, only finding his expression foggy, eyebrows knit together as he concentrates on stuffing himself inside of you.

He finally buries himself to the hilt inside of you and curses to himself as you squeeze him tightly. You moan softly and attempt to slide your arms around Johnny’s shoulders to pull him in more, but he remains unmoving, you set the desire aside as best you can until Johnny begins to thrust harshly into you, making you cry out.

You want so desperately to hold him close, but Johnny seems worlds away as he makes quick work of pounding into you. You moan out and tears pool in your eyes again as you feel Johnny find your sweet spot and angle his hips to abuse it with his quick thrusts.

Feeling your orgasm build up again you whimper and move to wrap your legs around Johnny’s hips, to which he doesn’t mind, instead moving his hands up to grab your hands and pin them down beside your head. Johnny takes you in, watching your face contort into expressions he wishes he could burn into his memory forever, and your breasts bounce as he thrusts into you fervently, right down to where you two meet, where a ring forms at the base of his cock made up of all your juices.

Johnny suddenly halts his strokes and instead opts to bury himself deep inside of you, rocking steadily as he leans down to kiss the corner of your lips, however the grip he has on your wrists never cease only changing when he moves to hold both of your wrists in one hand, still pinned down to the bed. With his free hand, Johnny moves to free himself from your grip and pulls out slowly, moving to slide the head of his cock up and down your slit, dipping slightly into your folds.

He watches your expression as you give a silent plea for him to continue to fuck you. When he shakes his head, imploring you to beg for it, you give a sheepish look before opening back up your mouth. “Please Johnny..” You say quietly, hoping he’ll let up on his teasing and simply let you cum again.

Johnny instead shakes his head and slides his cock back up your cunt, stopping when his tip catches your clit. He glances up at you as he runs his tip over your puffy pearl, watching you become undone by his simple actions. Johnny pulls away before you can find release, and you feel your orgasm ebbing out of existence once more.

Before Johnny can voice his need for you to beg, you open your mouth and voice it all. “Please Johnny, I need you.” You legs twitch as you slide your thighs up against Johnny’s hips and he looks up at you and raises his eyebrows when you speak and you buck your hips up for contact. “I need all of you.” You whine finally, and Johnny suddenly presses back into you roughly.

Soft groans leave Johnny’s throat as he rests his head between your neck and shoulder, never allowing you to leave his grip and grab onto him as he pounds into you unlike before. You’re left gasping and wailing as you struggle to adjust to Johnny’s new pace, but you can hardly complain when he slides his hand down the side of your body gently and pats your leg, urging you to wrap them around him once more. You do so gladly, feeling his curious hand dip between the two of you and find your sensitive clit.

You’re brought abruptly to your end as you cum suddenly with the added stimulation, clenching and gushing around Johnny cock but he fucks you through it, now focused on chasing the end of his own high. Finally, Johnny’s hips stutter and his stomach flexes as he buries himself inside of you before cumming. He curses into your ear, and rests for a moment before pulling away.

While your chest still heaves with exhaustion, you blink away the haziness left after your orgasm and watch as Johnny pulls your legs apart and pulls out, groaning when he sees his seed dribble out of your pussy and onto the bed. You stare up at Johnny still panting and move to cover your chest as you shiver from the air, no longer protected from it by Johnny.

Johnny simply stares at you for a moment before moving to lay down beside you, hardly acknowledging you apart from an ‘encouraging’ slap on the ass, a breathless smile and a cocky chuckle.

You lay there mortified as you process the fact that you just fucked your closest friend without any care in the world and embarrassment seeps into your mind. You crawl under the blankets and Johnny follows suite when he feels your movement, meeting his gaze you know before you can fix it that your expression is confused and anxiety ridden - so full of questions for what just happened - because Johnny turns to face away from you, leaving you to stare at his back all night.

When you wake up there’s nothing but a cold spot beside you where Johnny had laid and when you join the group later that day he hardly spares a glance your way.

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mature/sexual content (+)

MK1

Johnny Cage

part i. pink in the night (+)

part ii. paper bag

Tomas Vrbada/Smoke

a shinobi’s folly (series) -

chapter i. - rotten apple (+)

chapter ii. - nutshell (+)

chapter iii. - family system (+)

chapter iiii. - cherry waves (+)

promiscuous - michael afton

like father like son

notes: forgot I had this in the vault el oh el

pairing - michael x reader

cw! virginity taking, impregnation, pregnancy kink, douchebag michael, panty stealing, alcohol usage

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution!

Michael who’s liked you since high-school. Forever wanting to take you out all over town, show you off to everyone, but never finding it in him to ask you out. Running into you a couple of months after graduation, finally able to talk to you.

Michael who is eager to get to know you, quickly becoming one of your most closest and trusted friends. Visiting on the weekends, having the privilege of laying on your bed as you make plans about what you two will do that week. He doesn’t even pay attention, half listening, half staring at your ass, you trust him enough to lounge around in your panties.

Michael who’s at first dirty thoughts become fantasies, he finds himself fucking into his fist, cum drenching his comforter. Wanting to ravage you, destroy your innocence. Biting his cheek when other boys whistle at you, but his anger doesn’t last long, you lean into him, wanting to disappear. He takes this chance, draping an arm over your shoulders, and suddenly all the cat calling and harassment you faced, is gone, only hearing soft murmurs, oblivious to the fact that people think you’re dating one of the biggest scumbags in the neighborhood.

Michael who steals yours panties, fighting back a sick chuckle when you tell him about how your panties seem to be disappearing all the time. Offering to give you money for more, insisting he take you to spoil yourself with some nice ones. You finally accept, wondering why all of the workers seem to avoid the two of you, but Michael steals away your attention.

Making you try on set after set, you don’t mind, in fact, you’re elated that your best friend is so insistent that you see what you like, or rather what he likes. Gasping at the price when he buys you five sets of lingerie, begging him to let you make it up to him. And he lets you.

Michael who wraps his arm around you at the movie theaters, your treat after he bought you lingerie the other day. Catching a glimpse of you wearing his favorite set he picked out for you, cock hardening at the thought of ripping it off of you when you two got home.

You two get back late, full on popcorn and soda. Giggling all the way to your room as Michael trails after, eyes trained on you as you dumbly undress in front of him as soon as you get to your hamper.

Michael who comes up behind you, hooking a finger in your bra strap, pulling it back and letting it go, hearing you yelp as it hits your skin with a snap. You turn around, scowling, about to protest, when Michael traps you against the wall, you’re frozen, unresponsive until he pressed his lips to yours.

Michael who finds himself tangled up with you, clothes strewn across the room as he bullies his cock into your pussy. Not caring if you’re struggling to adjust, beginning to pound into you, ripping moans from your throat. Watching as your breasts jiggle, grabbing at the fat of your ass as you pull him closer.

Michael who wakes up with you that morning, cute moment completely shattered when he finds himself screwing you from behind. Slapping your ass and forcing your hips back onto his, cumming into for the nth time. Remembering too late that neither of you used protection but only finding himself fucking into your pussy even harder at the thought of knocking you up.

Michael who when you come to him, a crying, bubbling mess, not sure of what to do, he knows before you tell him. Finding himself fucking you over every single surface in the house, table creaking with every thrust, your moans spurring Michael on.

Michael who gets eloped with you, not caring if everyone tells you two you’re too young, you’re already knocked up, what’s the harm in getting married in secret? He fucks you every other day, unable to get enough of you, holding your wrists against the walls as he pistons his hips up into you. It gets more intense as months go by, an obvious result of your pregnant belly.

Michael who still sometimes a douchebag, coming home late from work after meeting up with buddies and drinking. Accidentally raising his voice at you when you yell at him, demanding to know where he was. Knowing he fucked up when you leave, tears dripping down your cheeks. He doesn’t bother going after you, knowing you’ll be back sometime soon. But sometime soon turns into next morning, when he’s sober enough, Michael gets into his car, absolutely fucking livid. He finds you at a diner, sitting across from a man, your friend of course, but he thinks otherwise.

He finds himself breaking your friend’s nose, slugging him one last time before ushering you to the car, nearly speeding home. Not knowing whether to be hurt or angry when you scurry back into the house, locking yourself in your room and crying all evening. When it’s dinner you come out, uncomfortably sitting at the table, eyes puffy and cheeks flushed. You ignore Michael for the first half of the night, before finding yourself creaming all over his cock as he whispers in your ear, letting you ride him as he tells you how much he loves you.

Michael who still tries keeping his routine, getting up and fixing his mullet, finding himself calling in late to work frequently when he goes to big you goodbye with a kiss, but is pulled back into bed by a sex crazed you, your hormones making you more horny than him. Not that he’s complaining. Coming home to you to do the same thing as this morning, sucking and licking at your pussy as you cry out against the bed.

Michael who holds your baby after you give birth, labor quick but painful. Rocking the infant side to side, glancing up at you every ten minutes. Excited to take you both home, glad his boss lets him take a couple of days off, helping you around the house, perfect husband showing off his skill. Even wearing an apron when he makes you two food.

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what the title says

cw! cervix fucking, exhibitionism, cucking mention, oral, hate sex

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Definitely the silent type when it comes to being in bed. You could be screaming at the top of you lungs and he would be stoically pounding into you, bruising your cervix. Sometimes when you two go at it for while and the over-stim becomes too much you’ll get a couple of groans or internal gasps but those occurrences are rare.

If you’re uncomfortable with Mansk not making any noises, he’ll try to talk to you, whether it’s praise or degrading he doesn’t care as long as you aren’t upset. There have been times where he’s been so pissed off that he does end up being a little loud in bed when blowing off some steam with you, but it’s less moaning and more angered grunts and huffs.

The sunglasses are a big staple in bed for the two of you. At first it was a joke, starting with you mentioning how sexy it was that you couldn’t exactly tell what Mansk was thinking or what expression he was making when he was fucking you, and then it took off from there.

The whole team knows you two are fucking. How could they not? There’s been more than one occasion that everyone will be retreating to their respective rooms and will heard your voice. A few of the marines find it quite sexy, it’s not often you find yourself some good tail after all. Maybe with some good convincing there could be a cucking between you and another one of the Recoms. Or perhaps just a sit in whichever works.

Mansk loves to have you ride him into oblivion, watching you fall apart on top of him until you beg him to take over. The over-stim during those nights is enough to make you pass out honestly. The morning after is always worst though, you end in sleeping in while Mansk gets up feeling like he’s just been reborn. He secretly loves being able to cum so many times, he’s an insomniac and it puts him right to sleep.

He’s definitely pounced on you in the showers, after everyone else has already showered of course and it’s just the two of you. Although there’s been some occasions where someone walks in and it ends up being the talk of the week. You’re always embarrassed about it but Mansk could care less, at least it lest everyone know who you belong to. He’s the epitome of *shrug*

Mansk enjoys eating you out at random times of the day, whether it’s you bent over a lab table, him crouched down in a closet or just plain on the floor, he’ll get to work. It’s usually more his idea than yours if you’re being totally honest. Sometimes he’s just in the mood and he prefers to eat you out rather than have a quickie.

There’s been a couple of times where it’s the other way around though, and you’ll find yourself on your knees letting Mansk cum for the second time in your mouth. The first being before you’ve even taken him out of his pants.

Of course there’s never any love without a little bit of hate sometimes, so you’ll end up being fucked until you forget why you were mad at Mansk to begin with. It brings more joy to Mansk to see you this way than have you melt from his tongue. Sometimes you need to be taught a lesson is all he’s saying.

All Mine - Recom Zdinarsk (Z-Dog)

original request was made by @afandommultiverse-main

pairing - recom z-dog x recom! fem! reader

cw! fingering, teasing, over-stim and oral

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution!

If you knew how much it pissed Z-Dog off to see the other Recoms flirting with you, you would’ve asked them to stop, putting an end to the strain in your friendship.

But it’s not like you understood why she had suddenly become distant. The way she would ignore you at times or pull away when you two would just begin to have a get along. It hurt you deep inside, having to bottle up the feelings you had for Z-Dog, as she created more tension between the two of you.

You didn’t even remember when the way you felt for Z-Dog had changed. At first it’d been friendly rivalry, you being a Recom scientist instead of a marine. Although, after Walker’s unfortunate death, your relationship began to grow. Even Z-Dog needing some fresh air from her suffocating colleagues.

But still, you had no idea if Z-Dog even felt the same way. What if there was no possible way to become something more than friends. The thought often leading you to suppress the feelings you had. So focused on controlling the way you felt, you missed every single move Z-Dog tried making.

When she went to wrap a lazy arm around your waist, you would read it as a hug and move to give Z-Dog a quick squeeze before running off to your lab. You’d never bothered to look back at the sour expression forming on Z-Dog’s face, her fists in tight balls of anger as her ears pinned to the side of her head.

If it were one of the other marines, you’d flush, naive to the smug look on his face as he looked back at Z-Dog, taunting her. But finally she had enough, leaving you confused as she would promptly exit any space you entered. Z-Dog knew if she witnessed another one of her squad mates steal your attention away, she would snap.

If only you knew all of this. Instead you watched as Z-Dog immediately got up to leave the break room and head for her room when you went to have dinner.

You took a deep breath, your ears down and tail limp, showing just how disappointed you were to see Z-Dog completely ignore your presence once more. Your sadness was read by all of the other soldiers having their meals, uncomfortable as you moped.

Finally, Fike spoke up, his voice uneasy as he called out to you, suggesting that you talk to Z-Dog. You had no guarantee that she would even want to see you, knowing Z-Dog was confident enough to slam the door in your face if you went to bother her. But it was worth a try.

Quickly, you thanked Sean, not even realizing that the entire table was sharing an uncertain look. They feared for you, knowing that Z-Dog could easily hurt your feelings even more if she truly wished.

But you were already too far gone and there was no way for them to save you now. Heading towards the housing units, you wiped your hands on your shorts, anxious distress almost noticeable as you approached Z-Dog’s door.

You stood in front of the room for a while, trying to catch your voice as you prepared your apology. You didn’t know exactly what you would say sorry about, but anything was better than nothing. Sighing, you nervously raised a hand to the door, afraid that you would be rejected for the final time.

Giving a sharp and quick knock, you stepped back, smoothing out the wrinkles in your shirt as you waited for Z-Dog to respond. After a solid minute, the door opened, Z-Dog standing behind it with an irritated look on her face. When she saw that it was you, she went to close the door, not even wanting to give you a second glance as the sliding door hissed.

Scared that you would never be able to find a time to apologize, you hurriedly leapt inside of the room, forcing Z-Dog stopping in her tracks. She gave you a wild look, her eyes wide as she processed you being so persistent. But the look was quickly wiped from her face as she gave you a deep glare.

“Get out Y/n.” Z-Dog’s voice rattled you, her tone sincere as she stalked towards you, to kick you out herself probably. Panicked, you jumped in front of the button to the door, giving you time to get Z-Dog’s attention.

“Wait! Please just listen to me!” You said shakily, fearing that Z-Dog could easily shove you from your spot and throw you out. But instead, Z-Dog stopped, giving you time to force out a jumble of words.

“What?” Z-Dog spoke, her irritation woven into the question. Looking up at her, you paused, trying to gather the words to say. You finally spoke, apologizing for the rift that had been torn between you two, and begging for Z-Dog’s forgiveness.

Immediately, Z-Dog had grown agitated, ripping away from her spot to pace the room. You were confused, you’d apologized and everything, so what was wrong?

To answer your question, Z-Dog snapped her to towards you, seething as she spoke. “Do you even know what you’re sorry for? Or are you too lost in being the squad’s little fucktoy to piece together why this is even happening?”

Stunned and hurt, you felt tears bubble in your eyes, a heat building in your throat as you fought back the emotions building in your chest. “Don’t say that.” You said meekly as you shrunk into yourself, watching Z-Dog make her way towards you in her blinding anger.

“Why shouldn’t I? It’s true isn’t it.” Z-Dog’s tailed whipped behind her as she zeroed in on you, forcing fear and sadness to seep into your body.

“No!” You felt like you were going to burst into tears as Z-Dog sneered at you.

“Then why? Why’re you so worried about saying sorry?” Z-Dog’s voice faltered, her own emotion threatening to break through as she watched your lip quiver in a tell tell manner.

“Because.” It was the only word you could muster without finally giving way to the feelings you’d felt for months now. But Z-Dog would only press on, opening up a door you couldn’t close.

“Because why!?” She yelled, demanding weakly that you put an end to what she was feeling. “Because I’m in love with you!” You snapped, watching in horror as Z-Dog’s face fell.

You eyes were blurred as you took a step back from Z-Dog, bringing your hand up to your face to wipe the tears from your cheeks. Unbeknownst to you, Z-Dog was having a very short internal crisis, fighting the urge to be happy or guilty.

After a very long and stifling moment of silence, Z-Dog spoke. “Really?” Her ears were twitching at the sound of your sniffing, but she was entirely focused on you.

Pulling your hands from your face, you looked to see Z-Dog face was full of questions but she only spoke one. Were you really in love with her?

You nodded at Z-Dog, too scared to speak as her eyes widened, her lips parted as she sucked in a low gasp. At first, you had thought it was because Z-Dog was confused, but came to the realization that it wasn’t that. She wasn’t confused by your profession of love, only surprised and well, delighted.

When you had processed it all, you finally decided to step forward and take Z-Dog’s hand in your own. “Yes really.” It was all that it took for Z-Dog for her to immediately pull you in.

A kiss was pressed to the corner of your lips before being enveloped in a quick hug. You couldn’t even return the hug before you were pulled in for another kiss.

This time it was deep as Z-Dog grabbed your wrists, pulling them up and around neck, encouraging you to get comfortable as she continued on. You understood quite well, and pressed closer to the taller woman.

You panted as Z-Dog pulled away, a grin spreading across her face as she pressed her forehead to yours. Feeling a surge of confidence, you smirked and slid your hand down Z-Dog’s queue, relishing in her shudder.

Without hesitation Z-Dog snatched you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to wrap your legs around her hips as she strode across the room. You giggled when Z-Dog dropped you down on her bed, bouncing against the mattress as she clambered between your legs.

Before you could move to scoot away from Z-Dog like a tease, she grabbed your knees and climbed on top you. You shifted in your bottoms uncomfortably as arousal leaked from your fluttering pussy.

Sensing your mood change, Z-Dog leaned down, catching you in a more forceful kiss as she slipped her tongue past your lips. You gasped softly as Z-Dog explored mouth, trailing a few fingers down your navel in the process.

It wasn’t meant to happen so quick, but as Z-Dog pulled away, she moved to slide your shorts off, leaving you exposed. You went to clamp your thighs shut but were stopped by Z-Dog’s strong hands as she pushed your legs open.

You quickly looked away, not wanting to lock eyes with Z-Dog, who you knew must’ve have the biggest smirked across her face. When you felt the ticklish feeling Z-Dog’s hands trailing up your thighs, you uncontrollably and excitedly bucked your hips up, wanting to feel some kind of stimulation.

“If you want me to do somethin’ all you gotta do is ask.” You expected no less from Z-Dog, always teasing and finding ways to drive you mad. Huffing you forget yourself to look at Z-Dog, eyes low lidded as she breathed in your scent. You begged Z-dog to touch you, whines unfamiliar to her ear.

Deciding to no longer drag the moment on, Z-Dog got to work sliding a finger down your slit. Leaving you to shiver as Z-Dog prodded the pads of her fingers at your quivering hole, teasing you as you jerked your hips towards the hand. Finally, Z-Dog began pushing her fingers inside, the feeling so delicious as your walls stretched to the intrusion.

Your whimpers and gasps were sound heaven for Z-Dog, the noises spurring her on. Moans began to heave from your chest as Z-Dog curled and spread her fingers inside of you, exploring the tight warmth that was your cunt.

The slow thrusts of Z-Dog’s fingers felt agonizing, wishing for her to speed up. When you spoke up, you could only blush under Z-Dog’s smug gaze as she complied to your demands. You were left gasping as the marine pressed her thumb against your clit.

Loud squelching and your cries were all that could be heard throughout the room, almost as lewd as the scene unfolding before Z-Dog. You were splayed out, clothes now completely off as you clawed at the sheets under you. Z-Dog leaned down, taking your perky nipple into your mouth as she massaged your g-spot, urging you to come all over her fingers.

When you did, all you could do was whimper, orgasm coursing through you as you clenched your thighs around Z-Dog’s arm. As your high melted away, you panted, trying to catch your breath. Before you could even begin to relax and enjoy the post pleasure, Z-Dog began trailing kisses down your belly.

You whined as she pressed a final open mouthed kiss to your clit, puffy from the stimulation before. Z-Dog barely gave you any time to process what she was going to do before sliding her flat tongue down your cunt. Squirming, you sighed out and grabbed at Z-Dog’s hands which were busy pulling your plush thighs onto her shoulders.

Z-Dog groaned as she tasted your pussy, still wet with your release. She was enjoying this more than you, getting to listen to your soft moans as you bucked against her mouth. While sucking at your hole, Z-Dog took her hand away from your legs and pushed two fingers into you, spreading you open as she tucked her tongue inside.

You gasped feeling Z-Dog press her face into your cunt, the bridge of her nose nudging your clit. Without warning, you came again, stimulation too much for you as you clamped your thighs around Z-Dog’s head. Your sweet juices came dribbling into Z-Dog’s mouth as she lapped at your spasming walls.

When Z-Dog finally pulled away, she found that you were a mess, legs shaking and mouth agape. Taking pity on you, Z-Dog leant down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before getting up to find your panties, wherever they were. You were quickly dressed in your underwear and one of Z-Dog’s shirts, body relaxing as you were tucked into her bed.

“I’m gonna go get some water, alright? Stay right there.” You gave Z-Dog a lazy smile as she left the room, waiting for her to return with something to ease your sore throat. For a while you looked around Z-Dog’s room. It was bare but still brought you a sense of comfort and safety.

You were imagining all of the things you would do to make the space both yours and Z-Dog’s when she waltzed into the room, a cup of water in hand, and cheeky smirk drawn across her face.

Love Galore - Recom Lyle Wainfleet

reader is a recom just not a solider like the others!! also Mansk isn’t like totally stone cold in this

pairing - recom lyle wainfleet x recom! afab! reader

cw! alcohol consumption, semi hate sex, spanking, slight dom/sub (?), sexual use of Corporal

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution!

You knew the entire Recom team didn’t see why they needed to bring you along on missions, but out of all of them, the most irritated by your presence was Corporal Wainfleet.

It was a shame he was so apprehensive when it came to you, you thought. He wasn’t your ideal type but he wasn’t the worst looking when it came to all of the other options you had.

But it was a fantasy you’d never share with anyone, not even your closest friends. How could you admit to someone what you thought of him? Hell, you couldn’t even put into words what it was that made you want the stupid marine.

Maybe it was power he held as Corporal. Or rather the power that he held naturally. Like Colonel Quaritch, Wainfleet was someone you felt, emanated a dangerous sense of prowess.

Perhaps it was one of those things, but you didn’t fear or respect him like you should’ve if it was. As your superior, you should’ve at least an ounce of high regard for Lyle. But how could you when he acted as foolish as he did.

But maybe that was it. Maybe your anger towards him had changed. What had been hatred at first, turned into pent up sexual frustration towards Lyle. Even for yourself, it was hard fact to accept. That you had so much rage towards Lyle, that it turned you on.

You bit your lip at the thought, remembering yesterday’s events. The afternoon before was full of unrelenting bitching from the Corporal, who was assigned the task of taking you out into to the forest to collect samples for your research.

At first you were as equally annoyed as Wainfleett that he had to accompany you, but he was more capable than his other colleagues when it came to keeping an eye on you. After all every one of fellow marines knew about his fairly obvious attraction towards you. Everyone knew but you.

So when asked by one of the other scientists, the soldiers all volunteered Lyle to escort you. Leaving you both to fantasize the Corporal pinning you against the forest floor and fucking you senseless. It was a desperate scenario for the both of you, fueled only by your constant arguing and attitudes towards one another.

You both left the forest with needs unfulfilled as you hastily parted ways to quickly get off before you two pounced on each other, not knowing if the other felt the same way.

It was almost too much at times. Not knowing if you should advance on the feelings you had or keep quiet until you two eventually gave in and slept with someone you didn’t want.

The nervousness was surprising for Lyle, he was a seasoned soldier, trained to be confident in both combat and society. So why couldn’t he muster up the balls to finally make a move, even if it was a shitty one.

The Corporal often found himself confused and frustrated by his feelings. He should only be angered by you, with your stupid degree that came from your human. You acted like you were better than him, like you knew things about himself that he didn’t.

It pissed Lyle off, even now when he thought about it. Letting his anger get the best of him, he turned to the booze provided by a recent shipment.

Sitting in the cafeteria styled break room of the Recom unit, Lyle guzzled down drink after drink, thanking his Na’vi body for providing a tolerance to the now weak human alcohol. He’d never imagined himself in a situation like this, drinking over someone he could crush so easily.

Feeling his mind drift from anger to lust, Lyle stood from his seat, not wanting to be caught by someone as his shorts tightened with a hard on. Quickly, Lyle left the room and began to make his way down the hall towards his room.

Before he could make it past Brown’s room, he slowed, watching as your door opened. Lyle felt something flutter in his belly but shook it off as the beer and continued down the hall.

He was going to ignore you as he walked past but stopped when Mansk exited your room. He could tell you two were laughing about something, but he didn’t care what.

All Lyle could feel, was jealousy. What the hell was Mansk doing in your room and why were you two so happy. He could feel his heart begin to pound and his ears began ringing, adrenaline coursing through his body.

Ignoring Mansk as he dipped his head in respect for his superior, Lyle moved to stand before you, breathing labored as he struggled to catch his breath. He could tell you were becoming irritated, not knowing why Lyle was just standing there, his eyebrows knit and ears pinned back.

By the time Lyle’s ears had stopped ringing, he could tell you’d been trying to question him, with your mouth agape and arms crossed.

“What do you want Wainfleet, you’re creeping me out.” Lyle felt his knees weaken to the sound of your voice. He wanted to shut you up, keep your insults quiet as he made you whimper and moan his name.

The thoughts plagued his mind even more when you stepped forward, readying another insult to throw at him. Without thinking, Lyle grabbed you by your arm, shoving you back into your room as he slammed the door behind him.

He’d officially pissed you off now, forgetting about the fun time you and Mansk had cracking jokes while you fixed something of his.

You quickly steadied yourself and looked towards Lyle, his expression stern and he stepped towards you. “What the hell was Mansk doing in here?” Lyle’s voice was low and breathless as envy for Mansk seeped into his entire being.

If you weren’t so surprised by Lyle’s outburst, you would have found yourself becoming more and more aroused by his tone. Not paying attention, you found yourself becoming cornered by Lyle, his eyes narrowed as his ears perked up to the sound of your voice.

“What?” You voice was meek, but not with fear for Lyle, fear for allowing him to read just how much you were enjoying what he was doing. Bringing himself to a full stop, Lyle leaned forward, his tail swishing behind him in excitement.

Feeling your heart drop you looked away Lyle, knowing full well that he had heard in your voice, the want you were hiding. Lyle wanted to jump for joy as he peered down to find you squeezing your thighs together, hoping to get off right then and there.

Looking up at you, Lyle swallowed dryly when he found that you were already looking at him, eyes half lidded as you let out a needy sigh. In an instant you two were on each other, lips colliding in a desperate kiss and you both grabbed and groped whatever flesh was available.

Stumbling forward, you allowed Lyle to press you against your bed, wanting him to fuck you like there was no tomorrow. Pulling away, you watched as Lyle quickly tore his shorts down, precum staining the front of his tight boxers.

Before you could make a snide remark about Lyle being that hard for you, he flipped you onto your stomach and shoved your hips forward. Grabbing your waist, Lyle pinned you against the bed as he used his other hand to drop your bottoms, sucking in a breath when he’d seen that you hadn’t worn any underwear under them.

“Don’t tell me you were planning on doing this for Mansk?” Lyle grinned hearing you whine a ‘no’ in response. Wanting to tease you further, Lyle shifted his arm and spanked your cunt from behind, chuckling when you slightly from the impact. Moving your head, you looked back at Lyle, shivering when he looked at you.

Smirking, Lyle opened his mouth so he could tease you again. “Yeah? Then who’d you do this for?” Bucking your hips, you looked away shyly before reluctantly answering him, knowing better than to not. “For you, Corporal.”

Satisfied with your answer, Lyle pressed his leaking tip to your fluttering hole, Lyle leaned forward, his chest pressed against your back as you scrambled to grab onto something. Moving to grab your hips once again, Lyle pressed his hips against yours, grip tightening when he heard you gasp as your cunt began to envelop his cock.

Barely halfway in, Lyle moved his hips back, completing pulling out before pushing back in. You mewled as this time, Lyle pushed in entirely, letting you clench around him for a moment before pulling out again.

Then Lyle suddenly slammed back into you, completely bottoming out as you struggled to catch the breath that had been forced out of you.

You whimpered, feeling Lyle roughly forced your hips back against his, wanting to get as deep as he could. Hearing you moan from the foreign feeling of his tip squishing against your womb, Lyle groaned, wanting to give in to his body and cum before he even got started with you.

Lyle rocked his hips forward before beginning to pull out again. You whimpered at the loss of feeling so full and tried to push back, hoping to encourage Lyle to push back inside of you.

Immediately, Lyle reached back to spank your cunt, coaxing a soft whine from your throat. “You gonna stop movin’ now?” Lyle questioned, needing you to be obedient for him.

Defeated, you mustered up your voice and quietly said ‘yes’. But Lyle wasn’t pleased, instead he opted to you another quick slap to the pussy. “Yes what?” Lyle wasn’t planning to drag it further than this but it was so tempting. You were all his now and he was gonna make sure you knew it.

You gripped the sheets tighter, knowing exactly what Lyle wanted to hear you say. “Yes, Corporal.” Lyle quickly rewarded you by roughly pressing his cock into you. You moaned softly before bucking your hips backwards, wanting Lyle to ravage you like you wanted.

Taking the obvious hint, Lyle began to slowly thrust into you, pushing his cock deep inside before pulling out again. You couldn’t take it anymore and turned your head to beg Lyle to speed up. Immediately, Lyle quickened his pace, his grip on your hips tight as he roughly shoved himself inside of you over and over again.

Moaning, you let go of the sheets beneath you and folded your arm up, weakly grabbing the back of Lyle’s neck. Feeling you try to steady yourself, Lyle slowed his pace, letting you rock forward from his still rough thrusts. Once you were ready, Lyle sped up, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt his orgasm approach.

Not paying attention until felt you suddenly tense beneath him. Lyle had literary struck gold, quickly angling his hips in order to stimulate your g-spot. He didn’t even bother to correct you when frantic moans left your mouth, accompanied by a frenzied swarm of ‘Lyle, oh Lyle’’s.

You felt Lyle sloppily stuff himself deep inside of you and begin to rut against you. The feeling was bliss as Lyle reached down to rub his thumb against your clit. You felt the weight in your stomach give way and a sense of euphoria wash over you as you clenched tight around Lyle’s cock and came. Not a moment afterwards, Lyle forced himself forward, pressing your hips as far against the bed as they could go as his cock twitched inside, painting your walls white.

You both continued to shudder against each other, your pussy still fluttering around Lyle as you milked him. Finally Lyle released your hips and relaxed on top of you, allowing you to rest for a little while as you caught your breath. Silently you moved lifted your hand from Lyle’s neck and cupped his cheek blindly.

Turning your head to look at him, watching as Lyle leaned into your touch. Before you could smile to yourself you remembered just the position you were in and pinched Lyle’s cheek with a frown. Annoyed, he looked at you, not wanting to open his mouth to question you.

“Don’t fall asleep like this.” You chuckled watching Lyle huff as he begrudgingly moved to stand and pull out of you. Grumbling under his breath, Lyle lifted your bottom half up and onto the bed, silently telling you to move over before climbing into bed beside you and pulling the covers over you two.

Before you could find a way to tease Lyle, he threw his arm around your waist and pulled you against him, effectively shutting you up as sleep and Lyle took over your brain.

The Hunt - series

Chap 10. Starman - Recom Miles Quaritch

what is it with me always being tired while writing these also this is like a filler chapter before the next one because writers block and procrastination 🥲

pairing - recom miles quaritch x omatikaya!fem! reader

cw! some sexual content

mature content ahead : proceed with caution!

Miles awoke to the sound of his earpiece, crackling, as words bounced through the drums of his ear. He groaned, listening to the order of returning to the base. Miles wasn’t sure how long the two of you had been outside the city, but it was long enough for the RDA to raise suspicions.

He felt guilty, seeing how badly you needed the rest. But if you didn’t go back now they’d send his team for you and he sure as hell didn’t want to be caught like this. Miles could still feel himself stuffed inside of you, position changed but the feeling just the same.

Before he could get a hard on, Miles pulled out of you, sighing when he saw his cum dribbling down your thigh.

The two of you quickly washed up near a stream, hoping to get the stench of sex and sweat off the two of you before heading home. It was a strange thing for the two of you, looking up at each other and sharing soft smiles full of adoration and love.

You would think you’d died and gone to some version of hell. The Miles, tame and calm as he splashed water up towards you, grinning as his bellowing laugh drifted through the trees.

By the time you two got done it was midday, you figured you two had slept in late. It was a blessing to be able to have some proper sleep, even more so that you got to sleep alongside your now mate, Miles. The thought made you smile to yourself as you and your new husband walked side by side towards the city.

At last, you spotted the giant gates of the fortress, humans and their need for glory you supposed. The sight made you shudder, the fresh memories of what these humans were capable of clouded your mind.

It wasn’t what they were capable of that moved you though. It was their drive, their hunger. Their insatiable hunger to take over Pandora and all of its creatures. Quickly you shook the thoughts from your mind, focusing on Miles as he offered his hand to you when you approached small hill in the ground. You chuckled and took Miles’ hand, looking up into his eyes endearingly as he gave you a wild grin.

As you approached the city gates you felt what seemed like nervousness fill your belly. You squeezed Miles’ hand and he turned to you, giving you an assuring look as the gates began to open. Behind the gates stood a few humans, some with a military uniform, others in lab coats. Scientists you presumed, all worried about what had happened to you both.

Within the hour you were sitting on a table in a room with a giant window on one of its inner walls. Behind it you guessed there were probably some more humans, observing as nurses came into the room and gave you a checkup. You came to find out that you two had been gone for a half a day, and that they were just about to launch a party to retrieve you two. It amused you, these sky people really were worried about your whereabouts.

You figured before that they wouldn’t know about yours and Miles’ relationship until something tipped them off, like holding hands as you approached city limits. And for the other Recoms they had already picked up on the shift in attitude that Miles had. A few even found it humorous that Miles had managed to wed you, or mate with you, you weren’t exactly sure about the term.

Before you headed into the room, you overheard low chuckling as they poked at Miles for details. The actions didn’t bother you though, how could you be upset when you were so happy with what transpired last night. Your heart felt full now, whatever sadness or confusion that you had, had began to dissipate as your connection with Miles grew stronger. And now, it felt like it had completely vanished.

You hummed to yourself with the thought and allowed the scurrying humans to finish their examination. Once they allowed you to leave you quickly jumped up and headed for the door, excited to see Miles again.

When you opened it, you saw the General from before. She was talking to Miles, his expression strained as she boasted on about something you couldn’t care to worry about. Instead you opted to wait until she left, watching as she smiled with an attitude you didn’t like. You didn’t even notice that your ears were pulled back, flat against your head as she walked past you, her conversation with Miles done.

You looked up when you heard Miles’ voice, his eyebrows knit as he approached you. “What’s the matter?” Standing in front of you, Miles placed his hands on his hips. It made him seem less intimidating than he wanted to look.

“Nothing.” You stood from your spot and took Miles’ hands into yours. It surprised you how fast callouses made their mark on his hands. Sighing, you let Miles lace his fingers with yours.

His voice filling your ears once again as he walked with you out of the lab. “If you say so.” You chuckled at the comment and leaned into Miles, his presence comforting in all ways.

Together the two of you headed back to your room which had been cleaned by someone you guessed. Your bed was made and your very small collection of belongings was placed neatly on the window sill. You were very glad it’d been cleaned, the fresh air of the room filling your lungs as you breathed in.

Flopping down onto the mattress you relaxed, wanting to rest a bit more with Miles before dinner. Feeling the bed dip you picked your head up, watching Miles get comfortable as he sat up, looking at you. You smiled at him before opening your arms up, inviting Miles to clamber between them in a hug. Without question, he shifted his body forward and relaxed in your embrace. You ran your hand down Miles’ back, admiring for a moment, the muscle your husband had. It brought you some pride in a sense.

The cuddling lasted for a few minutes before Miles moved to cage you between his arms. You giggled up at him as he gave you an all knowing look. Before you could voice reason with Miles, he quickly dove down to kiss you.

Pulling away, Miles moved to wrap his arms around you, wanting to savor your presence as you cupped his face. You both stayed staring at each other for a moment before Miles laid his head down on your chest. You pet his head for a while, staring at the ceiling as you two relaxed a bit.

Peering down, you found that Miles had dozed off, his eyes were shut and his breath was soft. You cooed at him, almost like he was a baby. The action made you laugh softly as you cupped Miles’ cheek once more. Feeling your body and mind tire, you gave Miles one last look-over before laying back down. You felt compelled to speak to your mate, confused as to why you wanted to speak to Miles, alongside wanting to hold him for as long as you could.

You stroked his back, feeling the words fill your mouth before you spoke. “Ma Miles, my silly starman.” You said before giving in to sleep.

Chap 11.

The Hunt - series

Chap 9. Pyramids - Recom Miles Quaritch

hold on to y’all’s panties it’s finally happening, also it’s a bit

pairing - recom miles quaritch x omatikaya!fem! reader

cw! mating, breeding, unprotected sex (idk if that’s a thing for the na’vi), nipple play and whatever else I’m tired

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution!

The forest gave and took, it was home, your home. You relished in the way the forest swayed and stilled as you and Miles took refuge in it. The low hum of life filled your ears as you stopped to listen. It was even more peaceful as you approached the tree of voices. A sacred place for your people, even more so now that the original trees had long since died. These trees were young, still maturing and finding their ways.

It reminded you greatly of Miles, so eager to learn even as he failed. But just like these trees, he would continue to grow, no matter how old he got. He would learn from his mistakes, just as you did.

Even now as he learned not to tug the spirit trees vines. Your scolding quick yet successful as Miles stood right by your side. He watched as you connected your queue to the vine, going silent as you relived a memory with someone.

Miles wondered what you were seeing. He knew it must’ve been happy since you were smiling, a sight he loved to see. When you finally disconnected, you looked up to see Miles lips pulled back in a wide smile, his cheeks plump as he grinned. “What’re you up to Miles.” You teased.

You loved seeing his eyes light up so mischievously. The way his nose crinkled and his smirk widened.

Miles let out a low chuckle, wrapping his arm around your waist as he leaned into you. “Nothin’ just thinkin’ about how beautiful you are.” You giggled and gave Miles a little pinch, watching as he plaid a hand over his heart and feigned hurt.

You two both laughed before delving into soft silence, observing each others faces as the bugs chirped all around. Miles was first to lean in, his eyes low lidded as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You immediately cupped his head, pushing your lips plush against his.

It didn’t take long for the kids to grow rougher, you hands wandering each other as you giggled and groaned. Miles, as grabby as ever, slipped his hand under your chest piece and groped your breasts. The soft skin squishing under his fingers. You moaned into the kiss before pressing your belly flush against his, feeling Miles begin to grow more and more excited.

When you pulled away for air, you two stood for a moment, staring into each others eyes as you indulged in the moment. Miles grabbed the back of your thighs before you could voice reason with him. Lifting your body up onto his as he searched for an area to lay you across.

Miles sat down, still holding your thighs as you kneeled in front of him, your legs on either side of his. To Miles, the sight was something straight out of his imagination, your eyes directed down at him as you panted, your top shifted to the side, allowing Miles to watch as your nipples quickly budded to the fresh air.

Miles shook in his place as you slid your hands around his neck and lowered your crotch onto his, feeling his cock grow hard. He nearly came right in his pants when he heard your soft breathy moan. Eyes closed and mouth agape, the sight was heavenly.

Miles almost lost it when you began to roll your hips on top of his, listening as you whimpered everytime his pant zipper brushed your clit even with the barrier of your loincloth. He wanted to tease you but watching you come undone before him touching you was a sight to see for Miles.

Miles then grabbed your hips, pushing them up and away as he leaned forward onto his knees. You were confused for a moment until Miles began pressing you into the ground, his strength so overwhelming as he easily folded you on the forest floor. Once you were laid down, Miles grabbed the back of your knees and pushed them forward until he decided to press them together and hold them with one hand.

With his other, now free appendage, Miles began to untie your coverings, starting with the one covering your dripping cunt. You couldn’t see what Miles was doing but you could definitely guess his expression when he finally loosened your bottoms enough to pull them away. Your cunt coated in your slick as you grew needier.

Miles nearly fainted from the sight. Your pussy produced the sweetest scent that drove him mad. He could hardly describe it other than smelling so pretty and dirty all at the same time. Drawing him in and urging him to take you as you shifted your legs, your slick dribbling down your slit towards your rear.

Hearing you whine, Miles let go of your legs, watching as your pussy lips spread, your clenching hole on display. You were eager, and so was Miles. You let him kiss your cheek as he promised to make it up to you as he unzipped his pants and freed his cock.

He was huge, your expression full of surprise as Miles pumped his member a few times before pressing his leaking tip to your hole. You felt your heart begin to race as Miles ran his tip along your slit, catching when he caught the hood of your clit. You whimpered at the sight, it was dirty and Miles knew it.

You looked up to see a devious smirk on his face, eyes half lidded as he collected your juices onto his cock. “Mm Miles.” You whimpered, catching his attention as you shifted your hips up.

“Yeah sweetheart?” Miles answered, leaving your heart fluttering as you grabbed your queue. Miles seemed to understand right away, grabbing his braid and pulling it to the front. “Tsaheylu, Miles. Bond with me. Mate with me.” You said breathlessly, the action so embarrassing as you said voiced your want to him. You were lucky that Miles could care less in the moment.

Miles watched as the tendrils to his queue flailed about, searching for yours as he brought his braid closer to yours. Before you connected them, Miles leaned over you, catching your lips in a soft, meaningful kiss as your queues interlocked with each other. You both gasped and shuddered, the feeling of sharing your thoughts and feelings with each other so powerful.

Through your mind you comforted Miles, bringing your arms up to wrap around his shoulders. It took a moment, but before you could ask Miles if he was alright, he began to push inside of you.

You gasped, eyes widening as you immediately cling to Miles, feeling his muscles ripple under his skin as you brought him closer to you. You moaned out, feeling Miles begin to ‘bully’ his cock into your needy cunt. He was bigger than you thought, barely reaching his halfway mark when you realized just how heavy he was inside of you. You whimpered at the thought, such dirty things never plagued you before him.

Miles sensed this and chuckled into your ear, relishing in the way your shivered at the action. Finally, Miles was buried inside, his tip squished against your womb as you struggled to take him. You moaned out feeling Miles rock his hips every so slightly, the rest of him pressed against your entire cunt.

Miles wasn’t cruel though, waiting a few moments for you to adjust before beginning to pull out with your signal. You cried out when Miles slammed his hips right back up against you, the sight so vulgar as Miles spread your legs wide to witness your sweet cunt stretched around him. You could almost see it in front of you, cursing Miles for his vivid imaginations as he began to pull out again, just to press himself deep inside once more.

Miles groaned out, flicking his ears in the direction of your cries before listening back in on the way your pussy squelched for him with every thrust.

It wasn’t long before Miles picked up a pace, thrusting slow and deep as he lifted your hips up for a better angle, moaning when you clenched around him. Miles kept his focus on your cunt for a few moments before looking up at you, watching you become undone before him. Your mouth was smacked open as you struggled to find a place to grab onto to keep steady, opting for Miles’ wrists as he bruised your insides.

Miles leaned forward once more, kissing you before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You whined at the feeling, always believing that only babies suckled on their mother’s breasts. The belief changed quickly as Miles ran his tongue over the bud in his mouth

You moaned out when Miles began nipping at your breasts, the feeling foreign but not unwanted. Sensing your liking for it, Miles nibbled a little harder, wanting to see what sounds he could get you to make.

Miles groaned out, feeling your cunt begin to spasm around him. The walls of your pussy creating more juices as your body celebrated your bonding. You panted out, feeling Miles begin to resume his agonizing pace.

You begged for him to be rougher, to speed up as another orgasm built in your belly. Miles was more than happy to oblige as he chased his own high.

You whimpered and pried your hand from Miles’ wrist, weaving your arm through the two of you as you began to rub your clit. The action tightening your walls as your orgasm approached.

Crying out, you called for Miles, shuddering when you felt yourself cum for a second time, your walls spasming around Miles’ cock as his thrusts grew sloppy and eventually stopped as he buried himself inside. Miles’ cum spurted from his cock all over your walls as he squished his tip against your womb once more. Balls emptying as he rutted into you.

Exhausted you sighed out and let go of Miles, watching him begin to pull out but quickly push back in as cum dribbled down your ass. You giggled weakly at the sight of Miles’ flustered face, almost feeling guilty that he’d ruined your perfect little cunt with his claim.

“Ma Miles.” You reached up to grab Miles’ face, his eyes focused on you as you slid your thumb over his cheeks.

“Y/n?” Miles questioned as he began to take his place beside you. You giggled at his confusion before leaning over to kiss him. Taking his hands into yours, you moved closer to him, intertwining your legs as you spoke to Miles.

“Ma Miles, I love you. We are mates now, I am yours and you are mine. Oel ngati kameie. I see you.” You felt tears prick your eyes, happy ones as you smiled at Miles, his expression softening into a crooked smile.

“I love you, Y/n. Oel ngati kameie.” Miles wrapped his arms around you, pressing his frame against yours as you lost yourself to sleep. His mind was lost to the future, one with you, one where he could be happy alongside you.

Chap 10. Starman

The Hunt - series

Chap 8. All The Stars- Recom Miles Quaritch

POST FLUFF ANGST LMAOO

basically an interlude but I didn’t want you guys not to read this before next chapter. ALSO I should’ve used It Will Rain on this chapter instead omfg BUT All The Stars is so good I can’t be mad 🫡

recom - recom miles quaritch x omatikaya!fem! reader

cw! suggestive but very little I guess lol

mature content ahead : proceed with caution!

You two could hardly keep your hands off of each other. Na’vi lessons interrupted by your giggles from Miles’ kisses. You two were lucky no one had caught you two bruising each others lips as you hid in your room or his.

It was beginning to become worse, your gentle touching became groping, soft kisses became full blown sweaty makeout sessions. The more tension that built, the needier you two became. It was a miracle no one found Miles curled up in your bed overnight. Though he admitted it was becoming harder and harder to keep your relationship a secret from his squad mates. He knew the dangers of exposing your relationship.

Although it was what his boss wanted, he worried that once he told them about your relationship, that they would take advantage of your closeness. For that, Miles began to pull away. It was sudden, after weeks of being attached at the hips to each other, he was quiet and hesitant to hold you.

It broke your heart, not knowing why Miles would pull away from a kiss or two and then leave shortly after. You were more agitated now, wanting to ask Miles why he was distancing. If you didn’t, you were afraid that he’d pull away so much you would never be able to get him back.

You tail swished impatiently as you listened to this stupid ‘Wainfleet’ talk about how you could not see Miles for ‘lessons’. His face contorted into something mean and smug. “It’s time for our lessons! Unlike you, the Colonel wants to learn the Na’vi way.” You grunted at the man as he blocked your way.

Eventually he gave up, not wanting to argue with you about something he wasn’t even interested in. “Fine.” He threw his hands up in front of chest as he rolled his eyes. It aggravated you, just who was he to try and keep you from Miles.

You waited for the door to unlock as you knocked on it, anxious to see the man inside of the room. Heart stopping as you heard the door hinges creak. Immediately you readied yourself to scold Miles for his recent behavior. Before you could begin to raise hell, heard a voice. It wasn’t Miles’, no, it was far too higher pitched.

You recognized it as Zdinarsk. A ferocious female warrior of the RDA. But just what was she doing in here, your Miles’ took of all places. Your heart felt strangled, your nerves on fire as you processed what was going on. Just before you could take a step back, the door swung open completely, revealing an exasperated face. You were just about to rip her eyes out when you looked down, her clothes were covered in some streaks of blood, and she stunk of dirt.

She peered down at you, tense body relaxing as she saw you. “If we aren’t glad to see you.” You were confused, why were they glad you came? The soldier before seemed to feel the opposite.

You were pulled inside of the room, being hit with the even stronger smell of alcohol and blood. You nearly gagged at first until you saw Miles. He was being swarmed by a couple of nurses as he was patched up. What happened? Why was Miles hurt? You wanted to swat all of them away, and embrace him. He looked up at you, eyebrows knit together as his last cut was cleaned and stitched.

Zdinarsk shooed every little human away after Miles was issued medicine, voicing a goodbye as she closed the door behind her. You stared at the frame for a moment, before turning your gaze back onto Miles. You saw guilt in him, shame, as he struggled to find words to say to you.

“Y/n, look, I..” Miles voice was meek, his facing growing hot as your gaze pierced through him. He heard your sigh and hesitantly looked at you. “Why Miles?”

If words could hurt physically, Miles was sure he’d be dead. There was no worry, no want, no anger in your question. It hurt Miles inside, to hear you have no emotions to grace him with. No pleasant happiness, no scary rage. He could only suck in a breath as you crossed over arms over your chest, eyes bored as your expression slacked.

Suddenly it felt like entire world was caving in on him. He was witnessing the destruction he’d caused between the two of you. It was right in front of him. He couldn’t hide from it or ignore it. The air around him that Miles sucked in, burned his lungs as he felt his throat grow hot, forming sounds he couldn’t comprehend as his ears rang.

“I’m sorry. Y/n, I’m so sorry.” The voice he heard was foreign. These emotions, were alien. The way his skin set alight as salty, stinging tears dripped down his face. You grimaced, watching as Miles’ face contorted, his emotions so intense you could smell it in the air.

You wanted to pull him in and hold him tight. But he’d hurt you to. Your heart ached just as his did. Your eyes glossy as you fought back tears. Tears he caused, heart ache he caused.

You sniffled, sob threatening to fill the air as you felt weight being lifted off of your shoulders. Miles rubbed furiously at his face, standing to calm himself down. But he heard you, heard your suffocated cries as you cupped your face with your hands.

He felt awful. How could he have done this. Hurt the very person who saw him as him. Miles was so angry. He was worse than a moron, he was a failure.

Failing to protect you and your love for him.

Miles cursed internally, tears drying against his cheeks as he reached out to grab your wrists. He jumped when you moved to shove him away, hands against his chest as you cried.

“You demon.” Your shoulders shuddered as you sobbed out. “You scoundrel. How can you do this to me? How can you hurt me even as I love you. I don’t understand why. Why I love you as I do, even as you break my heart.”

Miles could only hold you, no apology of his would quell your cries of hurt. He knew it was his doing, and his only. You’d made that clearer to him as you looked up at him and declared you hated him. Hating how he cared even now. Hating how you loved him so much. Hating how much he loved you.

You hated that he cupped your face and wiped your tears, promising the world to you, asking what he could do to make everything right. You never asked for much from him, but to understand him. Even now.

“I’ll do anything Y/n, just tell me.” Miles pressed his forehead to yours, eyes boring into your own as you looked at him. You sniffled, hands coming up to cup Miles’ face in return.

“I want to see you Miles, let me see you.”

Chap 9. Pyramids