Tomás Vrbada

✧ homeboy shitting bricks ngl

✧ he has no fucking clue what he did or said

✧ all he knows, is that he is not setting foot into that house

✧ what do you mean why?

✧ he saw you before you even saw him

✧ just sitting there with your beautiful face

✧ cute dress

✧ gorgeous smile

✧ pretty bat…

✧ …

✧ bat?

✧ yeah, fuck that

✧ his mind runs a mile a minute as he hides in the bushes thinking ab what could have possibly happened for you to welcome him home sooo… lovingly

✧ did he forget an anniversary?

✧ noo, that’s not for like another three more months

✧ did he accidentally eat the last of your favorite snacks??

✧ nah, he made sure to replenish those before he got home the other day

✧ “You gonna keep acting like I don’t know you’re there?”

✧ his body completely locks up

✧ what’s that smell?

✧ oh...

✧ he actually shit himself

✧ he debates whether he should continue to act like you don’t know where he is

✧ except

✧ you made this creepy humming sound and tapped the tip of the bat against the floor three times

✧ “...Whatever I did, I swear I didn’t do it!”

✧ you tilt your head, pretending to ponder over his words

✧ “Oh? So you didn’t invite a random girl out to dinner?”

✧ now it’s his turn to be confused

✧ what are you talking about inviting some random girl out to dinner?

✧ he hasn’t gone out as far as he knew

✧ the last time he went out was when he—....

✧ Mmm… he sees where he messed up now

✧ perhaps pretending he doesn’t know will solve the issue

✧ gaslighting is free in this economy

✧ “...N-no?”

✧ you shrugged and lifted up the bat, eyes locking with his in the bush

✧ “Didn’t I tell you I hate being lied to?” you clicked your tongue disappointed. “It’s about high time I taught you a fucking lesson.”

✧ that’s how he found himself being chased throughout the Lin Kuei compound, with you hot on his heels, a murderous glint in your eye as he screams bloody murder

✧ “Wait, wait, wait—WAIT! WAIT A MINUTE! LISTEN TO ME—AHHHH!”

✧ it’s actually a funny sight to witness for fellow Lin Kuei members

✧ some even feel a bit of pity for the guy

✧ “....Someone should probably help him…”

✧ “Probably.”

✧ the chase stops when he squeals loudly as he crashes into Bi-Han

✧ “Bi-Han! Brother, PLEASE—help me,” he whimpered, clutching at him desperately as Bi-Han scowled at him

✧ “Let go of me, idiot—” Bi-Han hissed

✧ Tomás only clutched on harder as he blindly pointed behind him

✧ “She–she’s trying to k-kill me–”

✧ only you pop out from around the corner, sweet smile on your face and no bat to be found

✧ “...Tomás, dear, are you feeling alright?” you murmured sweetly, faux concern dripping from your voice

✧ he can only gawk at the completely 180 before flinching under Bi-Han’s glare

✧ safe to say, he steered clear of your path for the rest of the week

✧ he sent you many gifts until you got fed up and cornered him, rolling your eyes as you dragged him back home

✧ “Don’t hit me...please?”

✧ “I’m not going to hit you.”

✧ “...Promise?”

✧ “Not unless you want me to.”

✧ he’s—once again—a hilarious sight for the Lin Kuei members as he is seen dragged by you, pouting the whole way back (he’s exactly where he wants to be)

✧ “Are you still mad at me.”

✧ “Yes.”

✧ “Are you going to kill me?”

✧ “Depends.”

✧ “O-on what?”

✧ “How long can you go without breathing while I sit on your face?”

✧ well then

✧ he’s still gonna die but at least it’ll be underneath you and not to a bat

Kuai Liang

✧ Kuai liked to think his significant other can be very reasonable

✧ he knows you’re not exactly sane, you got a few screws loose

✧ but

✧ he also never thought he’d find himself in a predicament like this

✧ “...Love?” he murmurs tentatively

✧ “Yes?”

✧ “...Why do you have a bat?”

✧ like Tomás, does not dare get any closer to you, choosing instead to keep a long, long, looong distance between the two of you

✧ “Why do you think?”

✧ he eyes you warily, brain running through the many scenarios that could have possibly made you upset

✧ it can’t be because he arrived this late?

✧ he’s gotten home way past this time before and you’ve never seemed to be upset by it, instead choosing to wrap your arms around him and pull him against your body, snuggling into the sheets together

✧ he is certain he hasn’t forgetting any important date or event either—he checked multiple times to make sure

✧ “I’m… I’m not sure, love…”

✧ you tsk, idly swinging the bat, occasionally doing little tricks in the air with it

✧ “What time is it?”

✧ ahh, maybe you were upset afterall about that afterall

✧ he relaxed taking a small step toward you

✧ “Late. I am aware. I apologize,” he murmured softly

✧ “Mhm… and where were you?”

✧ he glances at you, confused

✧ he knew you knew where he was, he did afterall tell you before hand

✧ “I was at Madam Bo’s, having some tea and catching up with Harumi. Did I... not mention this?”

✧ “You told me you would be at Madam Bo’s, catching up with a friend.”

✧ he studied your face, lips pursing as he watches you step toward him

✧ “Lo and behold, my boyfriend coming home at—” you eyes quickly cut to the clock “—two in the morning. From a restaurant. Which he attended with a woman. Who’s. Not. Me.”

✧ okay

✧ he could see how this looked bad

✧ maybe he should have been considerate

✧ “...Love, you know Harumi is just family.”

✧ You stare at him blankly

✧ “My cousin tried to hit on you during our last family reunion. That’s family.”

✧ …

✧ you had a point

✧ “...Correct. But, you know Harumi and I will never see each other that way.”

✧ “Do I?”

✧ “I–”

✧ “I dunno, Kuai. It’s two in the fucking morning and you were with her since eight last night.”

✧ he flinches as you point the bat at him, slowly raising his hands in surrender

✧ “My love…”

✧ you huff and turn around, stalking toward the room

✧ “I'm too tired for this shit. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight, and pray to the Gods that I'm feeling generous enough not kill you in the morning, Kuai Liang.”

✧ “Yes ma’am.”

✧ safe to say he slept with one eye open that night

Bi-Han

✧ Bi-Han is not a man who get nervous

✧ he can very much assure that

✧ it’s just not in his coding to feel nervous

✧ and it’s also such an absurd thought, a weakness he will not show to no one

✧ NO ONE

✧ even if that includes his wife

✧ that being said

✧ the feeling that rises in his chest is NOT nervousness, but instead… concern

✧ the first thing he notices is the empty mount where your prized katana usually rests, the sword no where to be found

✧ he would have brushed it aside, had it not been for the fact that the second thing he notices is how dark the room is, save for the small candle lit near the corner

✧ the third thing he noticed was… you

✧ reading a book calmly, the small firelight illuminating your features delicately

✧…and the missing katana resting by your side

✧ “Husband.”

✧ like he said—not nervous

✧ concerned

✧ “...Wife,” he mutters

✧ “You’re late.” you state matter-of-factly

✧ “I was working.” he states plainly

✧ You say nothing, continuing to read your book as if you don’t have a murderous aura surrounding you at this very moment

✧ Bi-Han steps further into the room, taking caution to keep you in his line of sight

✧ although maybe doing so was a slight mistake

✧ he heard a string snap before quickly dodging an incoming dagger, the swift schling ringing in his ears from how close it came to slicing him

✧ he let out a bewildered grunt, looking at you with wide eyes

✧ “Hmm… should watch where you step, dear.”

✧ okay, it was one thing to be scaring looking but this?

✧ “Y/n,” he growled

✧ your eyes flicked to his, cold and disinterested

✧ “What is the meaning of this?!?”

✧ “Perhaps you should seek Sektor’s advice. I’m sure she knows quite a bit about how to help you.”

✧ Bi-Han pursed his lips

✧ “What does Sektor have to do with this?”

✧ “I’m not sure. I asked the same thing when she was sitting quite close to you today. Maybe her being bent over the table in your face might have helped with whatever it was you two were doing.” you uttered, flipping a page in your book

✧ Bi-Han frowns at that as he wracks his brain for when that could have happened

✧ he did have a meeting with Sektor to talk about the weaponry development

✧ and he did notice that she was standing closer than usual but ignored it as he had more pressing matters to focus on

✧ he certainly hadn’t noticed that she had bent over the table

✧ he would have immediately shut it down and have her punished otherwise

✧ he let out an internal sigh, still eyeing you from where you sat

✧ “I… was unaware. Sektor’s behaviour was inappropriate. I will take care of it and have her punished.” he muttered

✧ “And you?”

✧ “...Me?”

✧ “Your punishment?”

✧ his brow creases at that, body tensing

✧ “...I do not think I deserve one, after all I was not aware of such behavior.”

✧ “Then let me decide your punishment for being a lousy husband.”

✧ you snapped your book shut, standing up and taking the blade into your hand

✧ Bi-Han grit his teeth

✧ “Wife—”

✧ “And if you behave, maybe then I’ll decide if you’re worthy enough for a reward.” you purr

✧ a serene smile settles on your face before launching towards him with your blade drawn

✧ the sound of blades meeting harshly echoes through the compound

✧ …

✧ this was going to be a long night for him

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Bi-Han: Froslass

lowkey wanted to say Jynx for shits and giggles but ik bi-han would have my HEAD for that shit 😭😭

on a real note, i chose her bc—just read her pokédex. deadass, she lowkey creepy asf and matches bi-han too perfectly 💀

Kuai Liang: Mega Houndoom

If u read his Pokédex, it literally says they runs so hot they literally hurts themselves which kind of reminds me of how Kuai is willing to sacrifice everthing just to protect and save his people

that and it looks sooo aesthetically pleasing to me 🤩🤩

Tomás Vrbada: Mightyena

some people might choose zoroark or greninja bc of tomás stealthiness and shit BUT if u read their pokédex, it's a pokémon that's def very Tomás coded in every sense

i mean mightyena literally is all about pack mentality and loyalty and if we know anything about our baby boy, it's that he's coded as such 😩

“B-Baby… are you s-sure we should be.. doing this?” Tomás stuttered, letting out a low curse as his hips stuttered against yours.

You let out a muffled whine, nodding your head only to regret it as you immediately became dizzy.

Tomás’ brows furrowed as he reached up to place a hand against your forehead, only to wince at the burning heat beneath your skin.

“Fuck— this isn’t a good idea–” he began pulling out only to choke on his spit as your wound your legs around his waist, pulling him tighter against you, sinking him deeper into your scorching heat.

“N-nooo….” you whined once more, sighing in satisfaction as you felt his length cushioned perfectly between your snug walls. “I’ll be fine, I promise.

“I–baby… You’re burning up.. r-really bad…” he mumbled out, half concerned and half drunk on the feeling of you.

“Mmmm yeah… doesn’t it feel nice inside?” you purred.

Tomás grit his teeth at your comment.

the truth was, ge was losing it inside you. you were so fucking warm, almost too hot wrapped around him, your walls seemingly more inviting than ever as they welcomed his length

“T-that’s not the… point.” he groaned.

You pouted, lashes fluttering up at him languidly.

“But… you feel so good,” you sighed out as Tomás gave a tentative roll pf his hips. “I feel so full.”

“...M’not gonna last,” he mumbled.

“Hmm?”

he didn’y bother responding, forehead dropping against your shoulder as he draped himself over your body. his hips moving back and forth, length shining in your lewd wetness beforing sinking back in deeper into molten heaven.

your back arched, pressing your breast against his chest as his mushroom tip dragged over a sensitive spot inside you. your arms wound around his shoulders, fingers anchoring themselves on his skin leaving pretty pink lines and crescents marks behind.

The sickness was making your body feel so sensitive, skin erupting in goosebumps whenever the heat got to much to handle.

your poor pussy was fluttering where it was stretched, tingling in pleasure as he drove home over and over again.

you knew you’d regret this after you were done, seeing as your fever was only climbing up higher and higher and you’ll most likely get Tomás sick as well.

But right now, you couldn’t bring yourself to care when he looked and sounded like such a mess on top of you.

you could hear him chanting small pleas against your neck, fist curled tight on the pillow beneath you, sweat clinging to his body as he tried to hold back his orgasm.

“baby, I c-can’t…. I can’t, I can’t–” he panted, biting down on your neck as a pathetic whine escaped his lips.

“You feel too—fuck—too good baby.” he pulled back slightly to look at your face twisted in pleasure, admiring your feature before surging forward and placing a messy kiss upon your lips.

You could barely tell where one began and the other ended.

The whole experience made you feel like you were floating in a haze of dizzying pleasure and heat. your tongues clashed messily, exploring the taste of one another as drool seeped between your lips.

“T-Tomás… M’close,” you whined, hand trailing up his neck, fingers burying themselves in his hair to keep him close.

“I got you, princess,” he groaned, hips slamming against yours, wet smacks bouncing around the room until he felt you tighten and flutter around him. He let out a deep grunt, stilling inside you.

you mewled as you felt him pulse inside you, your insides painted white as you came down from your high.

Tomás sat back, bringing his hand once more to your forehead and sighed.

“Alright, this was a dumb idea. Come on, we’re getting you cleaned up and medicated.”

you only gave him a loopy smile, body buzzing in satisfaction while still being battered by your sickness.

“Mmmm, okay.”

A/N: pass out three times in the writing of this, my fever was so fucking bad

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It wasn’t that you hid what you did for work.

You just simply didn’t advertise it.

If someone asked what you did, you would spare them the details and say that you often worked in front of a camera.

Most people naturally assumed you were a streamer, a youtuber, maybe some kind of fitness influencer or content creator. Modern day internet had produced enough bizarre careers that nobody questioned it anymore.

No one straight up assumed you were a camgirl.

Much less Bi-Han.

Of course not all of your content was raunchy, sex-filled shenanigans.

You had your occasional casual streams where you simply sat down and talked with your audience while playing games or chilling for a few hours.

“Chat, what should I do for my next stream?” you mused aloud.

‘squirt stream!!!’

‘dp? 😏😏’

‘tit job 🤤🤤 ur titties are so fukin nice’

‘wanna see you take that dragon dildo again 🥵’

Your eyes lazily skimmed over the comments as they flew by, taking some of the suggestions into consideration for future streams while others simply amused you.

A donation alert suddenly chimed, causing you to blink before the message was automatically read aloud.

“y/ncutelittleclit donated $20 and said: have ur bf fuck u on stream???”

You blinked at the request, tilting your head as though genuinely considering it. Your teeth caught your lower lip as you thought it over.

“Uhhh…” You snorted, quickly covering your mouth to suppress a laugh.

“Chat, I don’t think… ehh, how do I put this…” you chuckled. “Guys, he doesn’t know about y’all.”

The comments immediately exploded.

‘WHAT?!?’

‘nahh no way’

‘cap’

‘he doesn’t know u do this??? 😦’

‘oh lord that will be an interesting convo’

More comments poured in, many of your subscribers expressing disbelief that your boyfriend had absolutely no idea about your online content or persona.

“Guys,” you whined, “it’s not my fault he doesn’t know. He hasn’t asked!” You threw your hands up defensively with a shrug.

“Asked what?”

Your head whipped toward the doorway.

Bi-Han stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, one brow raised in question.

You immediately sputtered, your mouth opening and closing.

“Oh… uh…” You laughed nervously. “Heh…”

‘OH SHIT!!’

‘guys she’s so cooked 😭😭’

‘🫡🫡🫡’

‘damn, he lowkey sounds hot’

‘💀💀💀💀’

‘think they’re gonna have an angry sex stream?? 👀’

‘fucking L lol 💀😭’

You rolled your eyes at the comments and quickly muted yourself before fully turning toward Bi-Han.

“Well?” he asked, stepping closer while making sure to stay out of view of the camera.

“Hey,” you murmured softly, looking up at him with a warm smile before letting out a sigh. “…I was telling them that you don’t exactly know what I do for work.”

His eyes flicked from you to your setup before returning to your face.

“Well… I know you do internet work,” he said with a small shrug, looking at you curiously.

“Well, yeah,” you replied awkwardly, “but, um… it’s a little more than that.”

He continued to stare at you, patiently waiting for you to elaborate.

“Okay, I’m just going to come out and say it,” you sighed, straightening up and facing him head-on.

“I’m a camgirl.”

“…Right.”

“You do know what that is, right?” you asked cautiously.

“Yes. You do your work in front of a camera, and you happen to be a woman,” he replied confidently.

A giggle escaped you before you quickly smothered it, shaking your head as Bi-Han frowned.

“Am I wrong?”

“Well, no, sweetie, you’re not,” you chuckled. “That’s just not the full description.”

You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly.

“I provide adult content online for a very large audience,” you explained.

Bi-Han fell silent for a moment, processing your words.

“…So what you’re telling me is that you are a…”

“An online pornstar. Yes.”

“Oh.”

“Mhm.”

“And you…. show yourself…?”

“Being fucked by my many toys? Yes, Bi-Han. That’s kind of the point.”

“Right.”

You both stared at each other for another moment, Bi-Han’s face remaining unreadable.

Your donation alert chimed again, drawing your attention back to the monitor as the message was read aloud once more.

“pleasemommy donated $500 and said: sooo, how about that angry makeup sex stream where he destroys your hole??? that a thing that can happen?”

“Oh my fucking god,” you snorted, covering your face before turning slightly and catching Bi-Han’s wide-eyed stare as he processed the request.

“Angry makeup sex stream..?” he asked, thorougly confused.

“They want my next stream to be us fucking,” you shrugged, quickly flipping off your viewers before turning to face him again.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know how you like staying out of the internet.” you said softly, reaching for his hand.

Bi-Han hesitated, his gaze flicking back and forth between your monitor and you face.

“...Why do I have to be angry?” he muttered.

You giggled at that.

“You don’t, but they probably think you’ll be upset because you didn’t know what I actually did for work. You know, showing my body to strangers online and all that.”

“Ahh…”

He considered it for a moment.

“Will it help if I am?”

“I mean…” you bit your lip, shrugging at him. “It’ll be hot as fuck and I get my hole destroyed so… yeah?”

He let out a long sigh as he shook his head, staring at you once more before reluctantly nodding.

“As long as you keep my face out of it.”

You quickly suppressed the grin that threatened to stretch across your face, nodding eagerly.

“Of course, duh. I’ll make sure no one sees you.”

And thus, that’s how you found yourself a few days later—limbs bent in impossible angles, roped tied up around your body and your soaking hole being mercilessly ravaged by his thick length.

“Fu-fuck!” you gasped, wriggling against your bindings. “B-Bi-”

“Tch,” he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Careful there.”

“M’sorry s-sir,” you babbled, “m’sorryyy”

You were already fourty minutes into the stream, your chat exploding with messages continuously at how Bi-Han had so easily managed to reduce you to a pathetic, babbling mess in such a short time.

He had already wrung out three orgasms from your spasming body, a fourth one quickly approaching and making your head swim in dizzying pleasure.

“S’too much, too much,” you whined, “Please, please sir…too much!”

“No it’s not,” Bi-Han stated matter-of-factly, hand roughly tugging on the rope binding your arms. “You can take it.”

“C-can’t…! Too deep!” you cried out.

He let out a scoff and continued plunging his length inside you, arching your back even further to sink in deeper, battering your poor cervix.

“That’s too bad,” he murmured, “This is what you get for keeping secrets from me.”

“Wasn’t a s-secret… ah! Please!” you yelped as his spongy tip slammed rudely inside you. “You didn’t aaskkkk..!”

“Didn’t think I’d have to ask if my woman was a slut for the world to see.” he sneered.

You let out a sob, the camera catching the drool, tears, and snot now covering your face, eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible to your viewers.

“M’not!”

“Yeah? Is that what you tell yourself to feel better?” he mused, hand snaking down to rub at your soaking pearl.

You jolted violently from the painful stimulation, another garbled moan escaping as you chanted, pleading for mercy.

“Pleasepleaseplease” you rasped out. “close, please! I’m sorry, m’so sorry.”

Bi-Han’s eyes quickly flicked to your monitor, watching your face twist with pain and pleasure, unable to take his eyes away from your figure, almost mesmerized.

Despite his taunting and degrading, you truly looked a vision, and he could almost understand the appeal in doing what you did for work.

He could see why others would flock to your streams only to see how your face contorted whenever his tip striked at a certain angle inside you. How you couldn’t keep your lips shut or drool from pooling and seeping out the corners of your mouth under the overwhelming pleasure. How your sweet, saccharine moans rang out only for them to turn into desperate, overstimulated cries and shouts as he forced you to take everything he gave you.

He huffed out, shaking his head before focusing his attention back on you.

“One more,” he grunted, a hand wrapping around your throat to pull you up slightly, giving your viewers a full view of your body, your tits bouncing with every thrust and a bulge disappearing and reappearing beneath your abdomen. “Give me one more and I’ll forgive you.”

“Nonononono,” you cried out, almost panicked. “I can’t, I can’t…!”

“You can and you will.” he growled, thrusts becoming rougher as he felt his own high creeping in, his finger speeding up against your clit. “Give it to me.”

You let out a strangled gasp, seizing in his hold as you felt your walls tighten and flutter around his length as he wrenched your fourth orgasm from you, shivering at the intensity.

“W-wait…! I feel.. I have to..’ You squeaked, your body almost burning up as the intense pleasure finally peaked and bursted out of you.

Bi-Han let out a groan as he felt you soak the bed beneath him, coating him with droplets of your release, which triggered his own, letting out a low curse as he spilled hotly inside you.

You both took a moment to catch your breaths, Bi-Han gently lowering you back down onto the bed before quickly undoing your bindings. You huffed out an exhausted sigh, relaxing your muscles until you become a puddle of human goo against your sheets.

“Chat…” you mumbled out, your eyes closed in pure exhaustion. “Hope you guys liked that. This is all your fault. Gonna end the stream now, go and check out my other content y’know where.”

Bi-Han chuckled as you half-heartedly said your goodbyes to your viewers and ended the stream.

“Well,” he asked, “did I perform well?”

“...Yeah,” you laughed quietly, turning your headto look at him. “You did amazing, baby.”

He hummed before getting up and beginning to clean you up.

“I think they enjoyed that a lot. They’re sooo going to ask you to join for further streams.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come onnn! You did so gooooood.”

“No.”

“Bi-Han—”

“No.”

“But baby—”

“I’m going to fuck you again until you can’t speak."

“Kinky~. I bet they’ll like that” you snickered.

He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes.

“Of course they would.”

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