Tomás Vrbada:

Grey eyes stared up at you, wide and uncertain as you sat comfortably on his lap.

Tomás looked genuinely distressed.

He wasn’t exactly terrified—he trusted you far too much for that—but there was definitely some new apprehension that easily radiated off him.

You may have had an inkling of why that may have been, so you did what any sane and loving partner would do for them.

You cornered him, oh so sweetly.

You tilted your head slightly, watching every little reaction cross his face, a small amused smile tugging at your lips.

“Are you well, love?” you asked softly, almost innocently.

Tomás swallowed.

“Mhm.”

A lie.

A very bad one.

You hummed, letting your fingers brush along the front of his neck, watching him shiver and gulp heavily.

Ahh, this is too easy.

Your smile widened just slightly.

“Tomás.”

“…Yes?”

“Why do you keep looking at me like I’m going to eat you?” you asked playfully.

His expression twisted slightly.

“W-What… do you mean?”

“You’re looking at me like I’m going to devour you at any second.”

“I’m really not.”

“You flinched when I kissed your neck earlier.”

He let out an embarrassed scoff, eyes flitting away from you.

“That was because you bit me.”

“I did not.”

“I felt your fangs, you totally did.”

You stared at him for a moment before laughing softly under your breath.

Tomás groaned quietly, pouting up at you laughing at him.

“It was just…” he muttered weakly, “Kung Lao found this article and then Johnny kept talking and suddenly everyone was discussing how female black widows kill their mates after reproducing and now Bi-Han keeps glaring at me every time you sit next to me like I’m already dead.”

You burst into laughter.

Tomás only looked more conflicted by that.

“It’s not funny,” he mumbled.

“It is very funny.”

“You stared at me during dinner yesterday.”

“I was thinking.”

“You smiled afterward.”

“Because you’re cute when you’re nervous.”

“That is not reassuring.”

You gently cupped his face, thumbs brushing against flushed cheeks.

“My poor baby,” you cooed teasingly, “you really think I’d kill you?”

Tomás hesitated.

“…Can I answer honestly?”

Your eyes narrowed playfully.

“Depends.”

“…A little bit?”

You laughed again, leaning forward until your breath fanned his lips.

“If I wanted to kill you,” you whispered softly, “you would not still be sitting here.”

Tomás stared at you in silence.

“…You guys seriously need to stop saying things like that.”

“Oh?”

“Kuai said almost the exact same thing yesterday.”

“That’s because he’s smart.”

“No, you people just like terrifying me.”

Despite his “wariness”, his arms wrapped tighter around your waist, pulling you closer against him automatically.

You smiled knowingly and kissed the tip of his nose.

“...Want to test out that theory?” you murmur teasingly

Tomás squirmed beneath you, an unsure look on his face, yet it seemed curiosity won.

“You… you promise not to eat me?”

“Let’s find out.”

Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang was a passionate man in every aspect of his life.

Work, duty, love, devotion.

He approached everything with an intensity that bordered on overwhelming sometimes. When he cared, he cared completely. There was no half-heartedness in him, no uncertainty.

So it’s a little suspicious when he starts lacking in the love department.

More specifically?

Sex.

Those who have had the pleasure of bedding a man like Kuai Liang, unfortunately, have the knowledge of how relentless the man is. Equal parts loving and filthy, treating his partners like they hung the stars while ruining them beyond repair.

So why the fuck have the two of you not had any type of intimate interactions for the past two weeks.

No forehead kisses.

No wandering hands late at night.

No heated kisses between chores with filthy promises whispered between them.

Nothing.

At first, you assumed he was simply exhausted.

The long hours of training, endless responsibilities, and back-to-back missions had clearly been taking a toll on him lately. The Lin Kuei had kept Kuai Liang painfully busy these past few weeks.

But even then, he’d never been the type to withdraw from you completely.

If anything, the stress only made him clingier.

Now every time you sat on his lap, his entire body would tense beneath you.

Whenever your lips brushed against his throat, you could physically hear him stop breathing for a second, like he was bracing for something catastrophic to happen.

And gods forbid you wrapped yourself around him.

One of the few times you lazily draped yourself across his body and wound your limbs around him affectionately, the man had gone visibly pale before slowly wrapping his arms around you in return.

“Alright, fess up.” you glared at him as you finally cornered him one evening.

“....What?” he asked, looking up from where he sat with a confused expression.

You narrowed your eyes and slowly began walking toward him.

“What is wrong with you lately?” you demanded. “And do not say ‘nothing’ because I swear to the gods, Kuai Liang, you’ve been acting strange for two weeks.”

His posture immediately stiffened.

You kept approaching him slowly, arms crossed over your chest as suspicion continued building.

“What are you hiding from me, huh?”

To your absolute disbelief, Kuai Liang actually paled slightly as you got closer.

“...I’m not hiding anything.” he murmured.

“Kuai.”

“I’m not,” he insisted again, though the way his brows furrowed already gave him away.

You stared at him flatly.

“Then how come we haven’t been intimate lately?” you questioned.

“What do you mean?” he blinked.

“Kuai Liang,” you deadpanned, “you haven’t fucked me in two weeks.”

The man nearly choked on air.

“You can barely keep your hands to yourself on a normal day,” you continued, arms crossing over your chest. “And suddenly you haven’t touched me in damn near half a month?”

“I…”

“What?” you frowned impatiently, “What is it you're hiding from me?”

“I’m not hiding anything!” he insisted, crossing his arms across his chest. “I just… “

He hesitated.

“...It’s embarrassing,” he mumbled.

“Huh?”

Kuai rubbed the back of his neck before letting out a sigh.

“You’re a black widow…”

“....Yeah?”

“And..” he averted his eyes from yours, “you know how female black widows…. mate…”

You stood silent for a moment, staring at him as the phrase replayed in your head before realization dawned on you.

A snort came out before you quickly smothered a hand over your mouth.

Kuai let out a quiet huff at that before moving his face away from you, ears turning red.

“You… Kuai…” you tried gently before you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the look he had on his face.

He looked painfully serious about his statement and perhaps a bit scared at that simple fact.

“Oh gods, you think I’m going to eat you after sex?” you cackled at him.

Kuai refused to look at you and just shrugged lamely.

“Maybe not literally…” he muttered, somewhat defensively.

“Oh sweetie,” you cooed, giggling before saunteering right up to him.

You perched yourself on his lap, arms winding around his neck, mischievous look in your eyes.

“..What are you—!”

“Nom.”

Kuai flinched beneath you as he felt your teeth lightly press against his neck, which only made you start cackling again.

“This is not funny,” he murmured into your shoulder.

“Oh this is downright hilarious,” you giggled into his neck, before placing a soft kiss on it.

You felt him shiver beneath you, making you smile and laugh softly.

“You’re so silly, love,” you murmured gently. “I would never eat you.”

Kuai only grunted before letting out a defeated sigh and wrapping his arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

“I was just… concerned…” he muttered.

You hummed, chuckling once more, before threading your fingers through his hair.

“My poor little flame,” you teased.

“....Johnny made it worse.”

“Of course he did.”

Bi-Han

He wasn’t avoiding you.

Truly.

What kind of man would that make him?

We’re talking about Bi-Han here—the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.

A man largely feared and respected in equal measure, trusted by the Fire God as Earthrealm’s first line of protection, and has fearlessly entered many battles that wished to claim his soul but ended up unsuccessful.

To say he was avoiding anyone, much less you, was—simply put—absurd.

No, he was simply being observant and maintaining a respectable amount of distance as one should have in public.

As a Grandmaster should.

“Bi-Han.”

You pretended not to notice the minuscule flinch he gave at the sudden sound of your voice.

He cleared his throat almost immediately before turning to face you, expression settling back into its usual cold neutrality with practiced ease.

“Yes?”

“Are you busy?”

“Not necessarily.”

You hummed softly, closing the distance between the both of you before placing a hand lightly on his chest. You felt his body still beneath you, muscle tensing up.

Your brow arched slightly as you looked up at him, though Bi-Han pointedly ignored the expression and continued staring down at you with careful composure.

“Do you… require something?” he asked slowly.

“Mmm,” you teased softly, tracing a finger up the center of his chest before lightly grazing the side of his neck. “Is affection too much to ask for?”

Despite his steady gaze and calm but watchful demeanor, you could feel his pulse racing beneath your fingertip.

“...I suppose not,” he replied carefully, taking your wrist in his hand and removing your hand from caressing his neck any further.

Your lips quirked in amusement.

“Bi-Han.”

“...Yes?”

“Are you nervous?” you asked innocently.

Bi-Han’s brows furrowed, almost unconsciously.

“What gave you that impression?”

“No reason,” you chuckled softly. “Just a harmless question, dear.”

He frowned at you, staring at you once more before grunting and taking a subtle step away from you.

You tilted your head, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

Bi-Han’s brow furrowed.

“I have yet to hear your answer,” you said with amusement in your tone.

You already knew why he was acting this way.

Tomás had very kindly informed you about the disastrous spider-related discussion that had somehow spiraled into a conversation about black widow mating habits. Apparently the entire ordeal had left a much deeper impression on certain members of the Lin Kuei than others.

Namely the one standing in front of you.

Still, watching Bi-Han pretend it hadn’t affected him in the slightest was proving endlessly entertaining.

“I am not,” he replied curtly.

Your lips curled slyly, closing the space between you both before leaning up to whisper in his ear.

“Spiders can sense fear, you know?”

You felt him completely freeze as you ran your lips teasingly along the pulsing vein in his throat, feeling the sudden hitch in his breathing.

You pulled back just enough to glance up at him, catching him with wide eyes and lips slightly parted, fear blatantly lurking under his carefully maintained composure.

You couldn’t help the burst of laughter that escaped your lips shortly after as you stumbled backwards, clutching at your stomach.

Bi-Han stared down at you with a frown on his face, eyes still narrowing at you.

“....This is not funny.” he muttered, crossing his arms across his chest defensively.

“Yes it is,” you snickered.

Bi-Han scowled at you.

“You are enjoying this too much. Quit it.”

“Nah.”

“Y/n.”

You burst into laughter again as you watched his scowl deepened as he attempted, and failed miserably, to hide the fact that he was pouting. He looked like a disgruntled child who’d just been told he couldn’t have his favorite sweet.

Bi-Han sighed and moved to sit down at his desk, grumbling to himself beneath his breath.

You finally managed to cease your giggles, a smile still spread over your lips as you approached him once more.

“Dear,” you said softly, affection coloring your voice despite the lingering amusement, “I have no intention of eating you. Not now. Not ever.”

Bi-Han sighed, looking at you silently for a moment, before exhaling and extending his hand toward you.

“Very well.”

You gently grasped his hand, letting him pull you closer and settle you on his lap, wrapping his arms around you in a slightly possessive manner.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then Bi-Han lowered his head slightly, his voice quiet as it brushed against your ear.

“Even if I were,” he murmured, the faintest hint of fondness threading through the words, “I suppose there are worse fates than being claimed by you.”

You could only smile at him and pull him closer for a sweet kiss.

✧ First of all

✧ She does it casually

✧ Like it’s not even a big deal

✧ You’ll just be talking normally, just going about your day

✧ Suddenly you feel hair your wrists

✧ Her hair moves like it has a mind of its own

✧ Always just wanting to be wrapped around a part of you

✧ One second it’s flowing behind her

✧ The next, it’s wrapping around your body, almost gently at first

✧ She won’t do much in public, so as quickly as it happens it goes away

✧ But in the privacy behind closed doors is a different story

✧ She allows her hair to wrap around you like silk restraints

✧ She adores the control it gives her—you give her

✧ She also loves how good you look with her hair wrapped around you

✧ Loves to watch you squirm in front of her as the smooth silkiness of it tickles your skin ever so softly

✧ Sometimes you’re bold enough to try the restraints, tugging and pulling this and that way

✧ She only raises a brow at you, amused almost

✧ “Struggling will not help you, dear.”

✧ The grip is surprisngly firm, almost like an actual rope, but it doesn’t brush against your skin harshly

✧ She knows exactly how much pressure to use

✧ Enough to keep you in place

✧ Never enough to actually harm you (unless you ask her to)

✧ Will absolutely tilt your chin up with her hair and force you to keep your eyes on her

✧ “Eyes on me.”

✧ She finds your reactions amusing

✧ The way you freeze as your face heats up, unable to do anything but squirm under her intense gaze

✧ She can only chuckle darkly as a lazy smirk appears on her face at the sight of you becoming aroused at the situation

✧ “What do we have here, hmm?”

✧ If you’re being particularly stubborn, she’ll bind both your wrists behind your back

✧ Will look at you with a disapproving look

✧ “Must I remind you who you belong to?”

✧ Says it so softly, yet you can sense the dangerous undercurrent of authority and possession in her voice

✧ Has held you suspended in the air with no chance of escape as she pleases your body to her satisfaction

✧ She’s even held you down with it as she’s used the many, many toys in her arsenal

✧ You and overstimulation have become the bestest of friends due to this

✧ So have you and edging, since you also look just so pretty and pathetic when you’re writhing due to her ripping away your orgasm for the tenth time that night

✧ She doesn’t need to do it, she’s got plenty of ropes and silk ribbons to do it for her

✧ She just likes to

✧ Because she can

✧ And because you look very pretty when you realize you’re completely at her mercy

✧ “Such a lovely expression… Do not hide it, dear. You look exquisite like this.”