Huh

truly, as the damned preparations fucked up his entire week. you taking him on mindless errands—him driving, you spending, the backseat and truck filling with various pastel bullshit and enough candy to rival halloween, to all culminate on sunday morning.

he'd have put a stop this before it started but knew he wouldn't be getting any ass for a while if he fucked this up so sukuna is forced to play nice.

he only grumbles half-hearted curses under his breath while you arranged the edible grass, stuffed baskets with candy, dyed eggs in pastel colors—and he set up a scavenger hunt across the backyard. the clues took him way too fuckin' long to write, mostly because you kept rejecting them.

"sukuna, they're six. they can't solve riddles about 'the ephemeral nature of spring.'"

"it builds character."

you deadpan.

"what? the lil' emo one's got it." he shrugs. "he's like ten and already reading danzai."

you roll your eyes, fed up.

"make it fun for KIDS, ryo—or i'll make you wear that costume all day."

reluctantly sukuna complies finishing early enough to catch a football game on tv in his full bunny suit. when the quartet finally wakes up and spots the baskets, they lose their minds—three six-year-olds shrieking and tearing into candy while choso watches with a soft grin, giving yuji some of his candy too.

and then yuji spots the giant bunny on the sofa re-adjusting his balls.

"THE EASTER BUNNY CAME!"

sukuna freezes. megumi squints, approaching slow and suspicious at the easter bunny being a manchester fan—(too damn adept for his own good at six) while nobara and yuji are already sprinting at him. choso catches sukuna's eye and gives him a thumbs up like the supportive little shit he is.

sukuna spends the next hour in full costume, crouching down to their height, guiding them through the scavenger hunt in the yard with exaggerated paw gestures because he can't talk—yuji insisted the easter bunny doesn't speak, only wiggles his nose and hops. 

hopping—like a fucking animal.

sukuna almost breaks character right then and there.

but then yuji looks up at him with those big stupid brown eyes, all wonder and belief—and choso's right there standing behind him, clutching a giant plush carrot like he might attempt seppuku with it if the illusion shatters for his little brother.

so sukuna rolls his eyes in his suit and proceeds to hop and wiggle his fucking nose—because he's ultimately just as weak as choso when it comes to that kid.

not that he'd ever admit it.

eventually the kids scatter across the lawn and sukuna retreats to the porch—arms crossed, still in the fucking suit even though he's sweating balls because if he sheds this skin where the kids can see, you'll peel his off next.

no sooner had he thought that then you appeared, fresh lemonade in hand.

speak of the devil. or succubus, more like—the way that sundress is sitting on you. the thin straps slide over your skin as you move and the hem of it is barely covering mid-thigh.

shit. the temperature inside the bunny suit immediately spikes about twenty degrees higher.

not being able to take his eyes off of you, sukuna takes in how the morning sun catches the fabric just right—sheer enough that he can see the shadow of your nipples, the soft sway of your chest.

clearly no bra. on a sunday too? slut, he thinks. especially as you crouch down to hand nobara a glass and your hem rides up, flashing the curve of your ass.

in that moment though something shifts in sukuna.

not just the obvious—though his cock is definitely awake now, twitching inside this humid furry prison.

no, it's the way you brush yuji's hair from his forehead, smiling. the way you laugh at something megumi mutters, perfectly handling his moods. the way you twirl nobara in her easter dress and the way choso trails behind you holding the lemonade pitcher like a little assistant, ready to refill glasses before you even ask.

all four of children orbit you like little moons...

you'd be a good mother.

the thought lands like a sucker punch to the jaw. sukuna tries to shake it off—what the fuck—but it lingers warm and unwelcome in his chest, made worse by the way you glance back at him with a smile like he's something soft.

sukuna is a lot of things, sure, but he is not soft—just ask his p.o. and former cellmates.

he's done 2 prison bids over the years. 

and yet sukuna can't help but think maybe he is starting to go a bit fuzzy at he edges considering what he's currently wearing.

and ultimately, he doesn’t even resent you for it.

he’d do it for you again.

he’d do anything for you, actually...

that thought lingers and he visualizes your body round and plump with his seed, as you take the now empty glasses and pitcher back inside.

sukuna automatically follows.

the screen door barely shutting behind him before he's on you.

bunny head discarded on the floor with a thud. his paws yank you back against him before you can even turn around, and you gasp feeling how hard he already is, grinding his thick erection against your ass through all that ridiculous fabric.

"kuna—the kids—", you whine, already feeling yourself getting wet from the feral energy radiating off of him.

"outside."

sukuna is down to one-word answers only. his brain's not working right, clearly. and the only thing he gives a fuck about right now is being inside of you. so he's shoving your sundress up and dragging your pretty panties down your thighs to bend you over the counter.

"k-kuna!"

"shut up and take it. i know you're already soaked, woman."

he fishes his cock out through the costume's front slit, the seam splitting wider as he stuffs himself through—the thing was clearly not for someone of his size—and sinks into your cunt in one slowly, savoring your gooey core as you clench desperately.

wet already. still loose from the night before too. he fuckin' called it.

shit, you're so perfect.

sukuna groans hot against the back of your neck, burying his nose in your hair and tongue slurping up the perspiration beading at the back of your neck. the fuzzy suit bunches awkwardly at his hips as he bottoms out, your slick already dripping down his length and soiling the white fur.

"gonna have to burn this fuckin' thing after," he mutters, pulling out and fucking back in hard and fast enough to make you squeal.

"worth it tho..." sukuna muses, "now let's get this needy girl down here talkin' too."

one furry paw fists in your hair and the other clamps over your mouth as he rails into you. thankfully the costume quiets and obscene slapping of flesh, yet the vulgar squelch of your pussy is only drowned out by the kids yelling as they play in the yard.

bullying himself deeper, your pussy is squeezing him so tight he's seeing stars.

...well fuck. does your freaky ass actually get off on getting fucked in this damned thing?

"this what you wanted, huh?" sukuna pants against your ear, fucking you harder, deeper, the fat head of his roughly bullying your cervix with every stroke.

"the audacity" he laughs against your ear, mean and half-deranged. "you got some nerve, you know that? make me dress like a fucking clown and then walk out there in that? bending over where anyone could see what's mine?"

sukuna suddenly snaps his hips hard enough to make you cry out, slobbering profusely from both lips. "nah, you wanted this. wanted the easter bunny to stuff your greedy little hole. c'mon cum my slutty lil bunny."

"mmmph!"

oh and you do cum embarrassingly fast, your sobs muffled into his furry palm, drooling all over it, clenching around him so hard he nearly busts right there.

but sukuna doesn't pull out.

he fucks you through it while the breakfast you were making burns on the stove.

sukuna doesn't give 2 halves of a shit either—you'll all go out somewhere for breakfast on his dime—after he has his fill. you're pussy is his favorite way for him to start his day and he's gone too long this morning without it.

finally releasing in you, sukuna pumps you full until his cum is leaking down your trembling thighs and into your kitten heels, until your legs shake so bad you're barely standing, only the counter holding you up.

he stays hunched over you, heavy breathing filling the space, as you both catch your breath. then sukuna pulls out slowly, enjoying the sight of his load overflowing from your pretty lil pussy and pooling in the gusset of your ruined panties.

"happy fucking easter." the words are a growl against your ear, his stubble scraping your skin. tuggings your panties up over the mess, sukuna pats your swollen pussy with a satisfied hum.

"keep these on for me. my kids are on their own little scavenger hunt now—let's see if they find that egg before the day's out."

𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍. 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚋𝚕𝚔𝚔𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚝 © 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹-𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼

♡ happy easter! this fic literally spawned outta nowhere and i had to write it down. sorry for any errors, i wrote this one fast and my dyslexic ass likely didn't catch everything.

A fallen branch blocked the narrow trail.

He stopped.

One enormous hand wrapped around the thick limb, lifting it as though it weighed nothing before tossing it several metres away. The path was clear again.

You smiled.

“You know I could’ve stepped over it.”

Jason glanced over one shoulder. Even behind the weathered hockey mask, you recognised the look immediately.

No.

That single tilt of his head was enough. He wasn’t going to risk you tripping. You caught up to him, slipping your fingers around two of his. Your entire hand barely fit around them.

He looked down.

For a second, the towering killer who haunted Crystal Lake simply stood there, looking at your joined hands as though they fascinated him.

Then his fingers curled carefully around yours.

Always gentle.

You continued walking. Leaves occasionally drifted from the trees above, spinning lazily toward the ground. One floated directly toward your face.

Before it could touch you, Jason’s hand appeared.

The leaf landed against the back of his glove instead.

You laughed.

“Jason…”

He looked at the leaf.

Then at you.

As if he genuinely couldn’t understand why you found it amusing.

“You know,” you teased, “I can survive a leaf.”

His shoulders rose slightly.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

You laughed harder, stepping in front of him.

“Come here.”

Jason stopped immediately.

There wasn’t a force on Earth capable of making him obey another person. Yet when you held your arms open, he complied without hesitation.

He bent his knees slightly so you could reach him.

You wrapped your arms around his middle.

Even then, you barely reached halfway around his waist.

“You worry too much.”

One hand settled carefully against your back. The pressure was almost nonexistent.

You had watched him drive an axe through solid timber. You had watched him throw grown men several feet with one arm. Now that same hand rested against you with the caution of someone holding blown glass.

“You know,” you murmured against his jacket, “everyone thinks you’re frightening.”

He remained still.

“They’ve never seen this side of you.”

His thumb moved once against your back. The closest thing Jason had to absent-minded affection. You leaned back enough to look up at the mask.

“I have.”

His hand rose to your cheek. His rough, scarred fingers brushed your skin with impossible care. As if he was afraid pressing even a little too hard. You leaned into his touch.

“I love you too.”

He froze.

Those words always affected him.

Jason never said them aloud.

Perhaps he couldn’t. Perhaps he didn’t know how anymore. Instead, he answered the only way he ever had.

He rested his forehead against yours, the edge of the hockey mask touching your brow. His free arm encircled your waist completely, sheltering you against his chest.

The woods continued around you. Birds called. The lake rippled. Nothing dared come closer.

Not because Jason was standing there, but because every living creature in Crystal Lake seemed to understand something instinctively.

The giant in the hockey mask wasn’t hunting tonight. He was simply holding the most precious thing in his world, and if anyone, or anything, disturbed that peace. 

The forest itself would remember why everyone feared the name Jason Voorhees.

~Masterlist~

Well, there’s a lot of ‘sayings’ out there— and very few you’d put stock in believing. Playboy-propaganda was not one of them. Unfortunately, Polyester is dead-set on providing you wrong.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he coos in your ear with an extravagantly cloying tone, all put-on sweetness and shameless flattery. “You know I’d be, like, husband material down. Can you imagine coming home after a long, hard day of work to me in a cute-AF apron making dinner?” Your flat, unamused stare seems to only rile him up further as he collapses back onto the couch with raucous laughter. “Oh my god, don’t give me that look! You don’t have to deny it, I know you just thought about it. And liked it too, I bet.”

How did you even get onto this conversation topic, anyway? A mutual on Polyester’s Instagram had flooded his feed with overdramatic wedding celebrations in what he tells you is traditional Heavenly style; garish decor, heaping piles of frothy lace and ostentatious bouquets in every picture, an exhausting, rambling caption about fated nuptials and my guardian angel. 

“Could be us,” he had commented, humming lightly.

“Maybe without all the frills, though,” you muttered with what Polyester registered as enough agreement that he was now warranted in pressing the matter.

And press the matter he did, because every five minutes he’s interrupting this dull movie to make some insipid comment vaguely related to the topics of marriage and us.

“We’re already totally the cutest couple ever, no cap,” he begins again, “so, like, it only follows we would slay a wedding vibe.”

“What are you even saying?” you mumble, splaying your leg over his thighs in the loose tangle of limbs you’ve become. Polyester sits up, though, and crawls close enough that he’s back to giving you doll-eyes and getting close.

“Babe, you know exactly what I’m saying,” Polyester says with a low, teasing voice and a gleam of arousal in his eyes. “You sure you don’t wanna lock me down, pretty girl? ‘Cause I sure do like the idea of wifing you up.” 

You roll your eyes, but don’t stop him when he encircles you with his arms and pulls you into his lap.

“Come here,” Polyester says, voice low, lips curling into a hungry smile, “and let me prove myself to you.”

His kiss is sweet, but not for long; there’s teeth nipping at your plush lips and the hot tip of his tongue prodding at yours. It doesn’t take long for things to get hungry, filthy; even more so than usual, because Polyester is on a mission. Proving himself? As what, husband material? If you’re totally honest, he’s proven himself worthy of that title a million times over; but you humour yourself and indulge him, because it’s not like you’ll say no to his pleaser nature. 

You sneak a hand between your bodies, pressed together, to sneak past his loose loungewear and glittery thong to free his cock, and take it in your palm. He’s nice and thick, veiny on the underside and with the generous girth you could expect of a heaven-blessed angel. You’ve maybe seen— and taken— his dick a million times by now, but the initial sharp, hot hit of pleasure that runs through you when he’s all hot and heavy in your hands never fades. 

“Don’t get all silent on me now,” you say coyly, giving him the sweet smile of a girlfriend totally willing to play along in this obscene effort of his.

You spit into your fist— Polyester’s eyes get frenzied at the dirty motion— and slowly pump your boyfriend’s cock up and down, lavishing him with your affections in the ways you know he likes. Squeeze your fist lightly at the base of his cock, run your fingers over the tip as it leaks pre-cum, fondle his balls and look into his eyes as you do it. You could write a manual on how to play Polyester’s body like an instrument— but why would you? It’s not like anyone else gets to touch him like this.

“Just like that,” Polyester mumbles, a breath’s width away from you, voice hot and thick with lust. Wondering if just a handjob is enough for him, you motion to dip your head. “Skip that shit, babe. If I don’t feel you ‘round my dick in the next minute, I might just go crazy.”

“You’ve got a filthy mouth,” you comment, even though that filthy mouth of his is what’s sending lightning-strikes of arousal through your body and making heat pool in your stomach, right above your already slick cunt. His own fingers flit about to pull off your loose loungewear, exposing your underwear— pretty and pink, but with a dark and damp spot in the centre— only to pull it to the side and line up his long fingers with your wet folds. You moan, long and sighing, as he enters you and sets a fast pace— stretching you up, prepping you for him— bringing you closer to the edge until your thoughts are filled with only him replacing his finger with something much bigger and thicker.

“I want you, Polyester,” you whisper, voice weak and pliant with the haze of lust clouding your senses. He just looks so pleased at that, so entirely in love and at your command.

“Come n’ have me,” he says, pulling you closer until your folds are touching the thick tip of his cock. “My pretty wife.”

You breathe deeply and slowly sink onto Polyester, feeling the thickness of his shaft spread your folds and press against the tight heat of your cunt; underneath you, Polyester sucks in a breath and grits his teeth. A low groan escapes him anyway as you give an experimental bounce, and his hips cant up just as you take him further. Polyester lets out a ragged moan as he hilts himself entirely in you, breathing erratically as he entangles one hand in your hair and the other on your thigh. 

As you reach the base of his cock and feel all of his inches buried in you to the hilt, you take a moment to catch your breath and adjust to the overwhelming fullness. Because fuck, how else would you describe this? Polyester just has such a nice, fat cock that fills you so nicely it’s almost like the two of you were made for one another, two pieces of the same pornographic puzzle. Maybe you should get married. If you locked each other down, you certainly wouldn’t be missing any other man’s dick (except maybe Polyurethane’s). 

“Good girl,” Polyester rasps, voice ragged with lust. He’s addressing you, but his gaze is elsewhere; your stomach protrudes only slightly, the bulging outline of his dick buried in your guts. Following his line of vision to take notice of it yourself almost knocks the wind out of your already breathless self; it feels like this kind of shameless physical evidence is him marking you— no, it won’t stay on your skin like a hickey, lingering like a tattoo, but every morning when you wake up and see yourself undressed, getting changed or in the shower, you just know the memory will come back.

“Ester,” you pointlessly whine, squirming around enough that he shut you up with a punctured thrust upwards; you let out a shuddering cry that Polyester swallows in a ravenous kiss. There’s a messy, inconsistent effort from both of you to set a pace as you roll your hips down to his, as he grips your ass and spears your cunt with deep thrusts. “Ester, you’re so good, so deep, so—“

“All for you, pretty girl,” he says, cocky but breathless. “C’mon, you know I’m always gonna give it to my girl real good.”

“Just your girl?” you eke out, a teasing lilt ghosting your words. “I thought y—you wanted more than that. What happened to my pretty wife?”

He grins wickedly at that. “Yeah,” Polyester murmurs against your lips. “My pretty wife. You’d look gorgeous in white.”

You ride him like he’s a breeding stallion, taking every hot inch of his dick and luxuriating in the way he fills you. He’s no better; the openly pleasured expressions he makes, the low moans that escape him, the way he finds purchase on every bit of exposed skin and shamelessly gropes, grabs— he’s all over you, hopelessly in love and lust with the way you two come together so nicely.

“You’re mine. You should marry me, my pretty girl— don’t you think so? We can have a beautiful wedding, and on our first night as husband and wife, I can take you in every position and put a baby in you.”

Polyester’s always been that way— a little jealous, a little possessive, a little prideful. It’s like his thoughts are your own, and you know what he’s fantasising about as his hips snap into the fat of your ass— seeing your stomach swell with his baby, putting a pretty sapphire ring on your finger, showing you off to everyone in Heaven and Daten City as my girl for life, making you his.

“I’m about to— cum, babe, c’mon,” Polyester mutters, voice broken by the raspy moans he lapses into, “g’na fill you up, give it to you. Gonna take it?”

“I will, I will, Ester,” you repeat desperately, “Fill me up.”

“Give you a cute baby, too,” he adds on, lost in his own wild, possessive lust, “make you a pretty wife n’ mama.”

You should probably think this through more. Thoughts of family planning and proposal at a fancy restaurant swirl around your head, just as you think of the gawking expression Polyurethane will make when either of you tell him any of this. All of that disappears like cotton candy in water when his fat dick hits your sweet spot just right, and his skilled fingers rub harsh, demanding circles into your clit. 

“Come for me, too,” Polyester murmurs. “Let me feel how you cum on my cock.”

And you do— he grits his teeth, hips spasming as the raw heat of his seed explodes within you; the primal pleasure of it all triggers your own trembling orgasm, Polyester’s name leaving your lips in wavering cries as you clench around his dick. It’s all so much, so filthy that you feel a thrill run through you as something sticky and wet drips between your thighs. 

“You take it so well, sweetheart,” Polyester finally says, head tilting back onto the couch’s armchair to expose his throat. You lean forward to nestle your head at his shoulder, still feeling the overstimulating sensations of him inside you, conjoined in a mess of sticky white. “We’ll never be like those old-ass boomers complaining about a dead bedroom.”

You giggle and softly punch his arm. “Nah, we’ll stay in love, and our grandkids can exploit our love story for clout on social media.”

“Facts,” Polyester responds, sitting up a little so he can look you in the eye. “But, like, before talking about grandkids… we gotta get to work on the kids first, right?”

“Do you ever take a break?” You faux-complained, feeling him harden inside you.

‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek greatly admires yours… tenacity

‧₊˚ ┊ You may be small in stature, but you make up for it with your impressive strength (who needs magic when you have fists?)

‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek is reluctant to train with you — he's bigger than you and he's a lot more accustomed to combat — but he loses his hesitation when you knock him on his ass (is it weird that he finds it hot?)

‧₊˚ ┊ He's a bit peeved that you don't need to rely on him to fight your battles (he just wants to protect you from any and all harm) by he finds a great deal of entertainment in watching you get active

‧₊˚ ┊ Like, Sebek makes no move to stop you from boxing with Ace after he called the former annoying or something (you don't play about your man)

‧₊˚ ┊ In fact, Sebek likes to coach you from the sidelines by calling out your opponent's weak spots and cheering you on (if Grim is around — which he usually is — he'll join in too)

‧₊˚ ┊ There's something about watching his pocket-sized girlfriend beat the bricks out of some rando that makes Sebek's heart race (every punch makes him full in love just a bit more)

‧₊˚ ┊ He always holds your jewelry, bag, or even Grim, for you when you're fighting (he's your personal coatrack fr)

‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek tries not to interfere with your battles, but if you get hit particularly hard he's jumping in and kicking ass on your behalf

‧₊˚ ┊ Sebek is, of course, trained in first aid, so he's always ready to patch you up after a fight

‧₊˚ ┊ He always kisses your bloody, bruised knuckles afterwards with the reverence and tenderness seen in only the most devoted knights

‧₊˚ ┊ You're Sebek's fair lady — short, firey, and quick to throw a punch — even with bloody knuckles and a split lip

‧₊˚ ┊ Your poor, sleepy boyfriend is beyond stressed out by your antics

‧₊˚ ┊ If Silver's not passed out somewhere, then he's likely pulling you away from a fight (he swears you're like a feral cat or something)

‧₊˚ ┊ Silver fully believes in you and your capabilities, but he's not gonna let you run around terrorizing NRC's student body (he really ought to put you on a leash)

‧₊˚ ┊ Most of the time, silver ends up being unable to intervene in account of him being asleep (he's an eepy boy)

‧₊˚ ┊ On the rare occasion that Silver wakes up in time to catch you mid-fight, you're gonna see a rare side of him

‧₊˚ ┊ Once he pulls you away he's jumping in an taking over where you left off

‧₊˚ ┊ You're honestly surprised to see you calm, sweet boyfriend bashing some guy's head in, but you've never felt more in love than watching him defend your honor

‧₊˚ ┊ Silver will be a bit mad at you after the fight, so be prepared for the silent treatment for a little while

‧₊˚ ┊ He cracks pretty easily tho, all you have to do is kiss any of his wounds and tell him you love him and he'll be right as rain

‧₊˚ ┊ Silver too knows first aid (it's a part of his training as a knight) so he's gonna patch you up if you get hurt

‧₊˚ ┊ You're always his first priority, so don't argue with him when he treats you before himself

‧₊˚ ┊ A nap is always customary afterwards, that way Silver gets to hold you close and make sure your safe and sound

‧₊˚ ┊ You're gonna give poor Silver wrinkles before he's even twenty — you're lucky his hair is already grey/silver (lol) otherwise he'd have sprouted a few greys by now

‧₊˚ ┊ You're such a silly little human, so small and fragile, but always ready to fight

‧₊˚ ┊ Malleus thinks you're so cute and tiny, but you hold so much might within — looks truly are deceiving

‧₊˚ ┊ The first time he watched you fight he swears he falls in love with you all over again

‧₊˚ ┊ Malleus' first instinct is to step in and protect you, but it's clear that you don't need it

‧₊˚ ┊ It's often the case the your opponents don't even hit you back bc they don't wanna end up on Malleus' bad side (a broken nose and a few missing teeth much better than facing your prince's wrath)

‧₊˚ ┊ Malleus usually isn't around to watch you get up to your shenanigans, but when he watches with a calm, albeit menacing presence

‧₊˚ ┊ Like, he's just chilling in the background, watching and waiting just in case he needs to jump in — all while radiating a malignant aura

‧₊˚ ┊ Malleus is one of the top five mages in all of Twisted Wonderland, so he doesn't even have to move a muscle to strike down whoever you're fighting if thinks become a little too much for his liking (he's won't even get in trouble for it either bc Crowley sure as hell isn't gonna discipline a further king)

‧₊˚ ┊ Malleus switches the moment everything is said and done — he's all smiles and praise while also talking shit about the poor sap you just left a in a bloody heap on the floor

‧₊˚ ┊ Malleus doesn't know much first aid (Lilia was always the one to patch him up) but he tries to better his skills for your sake

‧₊˚ ┊ A lot of the time his just uses magic to heal any wounds you sustain, but when he's feeling particularly tender he'll clumsily bandage you up (don't point out how clueless he is either unless the want a pouty dragon on your hands)

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.

You really really didn't know how you ended up here. Cheating was something you utterly despised and yet here you were, in the arms of another man with his cock seated so deep inside you, you can feel it in your womb.

It wasn't really another man. Well, not really. It was still Bi Han, just not your Bi Han. He felt the same. The same build and same sexy voice, but his personality? Only thing that distinguished this Bi Han from yours.

Your partner was often mad and annoyed at everything. He was full of negativity and despair, and yet you loved every part of him. He wasn't always mean to you. Yes, he was often short tempered but you really didn't mind.

Sometimes it greatly pissed you off, because you were only human after all. It just so happened that that sometimes was today, so is this really your fault?

If he hadn't pissed you off to the point of breaking maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe you wouldn't find solace in a much nicer version of your partner. Maybe you wouldn't enjoy getting split open by his huge dick as much as you do.

"Yeah baby, just like that...fuck" he huffed right in your ear. You back against his as he had you in a full nelson. Your moans growing louder in pitch as he's hitting all of your sweet spots. You really didn't expect to enjoy it this much.

What you didn't expect the most though, was getting caught. The slam of the door snapped you back to reality, your moans caught dead in your throat, not daring to escape and your legs closing shut at the sound.

You felt the body behind you go stiff as both your heads turn to look at the person interrupting. You, of course, knew exactly who the culprit was and as you began to see the furious expression on his face, your whole body filled with shame and guilt.

"What. the. fuck." venom spilled from every word he said as he walked towards you two, obviously enraged. "What the fuck is going on? You weren't satisfied enough so you go and fuck this loser version of me? What a pathetic whore"

Your mouth agape as you take in his words, wanting the ground to swallow you whole. "My love...it's not what it looks like, I swear!" you tried explaining, even though you didn't even believe the bullshit coming out of your mouth. It was exactly what it looked like.

Shame filled your whole body under the gaze of your lover, who was staring directly at you, not paying his variant any mind. Almost as if he's not even here.

A thousand thoughts running through your head as he grows silent. The air so thick and awkward you wish this was a stupid dream. You felt hyperaware of your surroundings. The way Bi Hans knee brushes your back, the way you are still naked and exposed and the most embarrassing, the way you're absolutely soaked and turned on even now.

Unfortunately for you, it seems you weren't the only one who noticed. "God. You're turned on even now? One cock up your pussy wasn't enough, so now you're oogling us both?" your lover said with a gaze as fierce as ever and a tone so condescending.

You felt the heat spread to your face and ears at the embarrassing comment made by him, as you shyly looked around at both Bi Hans. The other version of your partner had a smirk, his cock still sitting tall and proud at the whole encounter happening before him.

However, you two weren't the only one who were turned on. Your gaze moved down to your lovers pants as you noticed a painfully tight bulge in his crotch area, signaling that he secretly enjoys the scene before him.

Before you could register what was happening, your lover made it swiftly across the room and crashed your lips together. His hand was placed harshly on your jaw, a warning not to disobey him.

His other version wasn't slacking off either. As Bi Han was roughly kissing you, his hand made it's way around you kneading one of your breasts. The gentle and almost romantic way he did that was the complete opposite of a rough kiss shared with your lover. It made your head spin and your pussy even wetter. You loved it.

"God, you're such a slut. It's truly pathetic." Bi Han said lowly between kisses, leaving you whimpering into his mouth. The pleasure was subtle yet it made you go crazy. They didn't even do anything, and yet your mind was completely gone.

"Come on. darling. Let us make you feel good." variant Bi Han purred in you ear, as his other version was pulling you off his lap and placing you on your knees above the covers.

With your lover behind you, and his polar opposite in front of you, you felt anticipation grow in your stomach. All of the nervousness now replaced with extreme excitement. You just couldn't wait for what's to come.

Bi Han began undressing as you stared down at the other mans cock, mouth watering at the sight of him. He was exactly the same as your Bi Han. The same length, same grith, the same slight upward curve and even the same vein going all the way from his tip to the hilt.

Your observation was shortly interrupted by a pair of hands roughly grabbing your hips. "You're probably already stretched loose by this bastard here. Bet I can just slide right in." and true to his word, Bi Han did just that, basically making you scream.

No matter how many times you take him, or even how many prep he gives you, you will always be surprised at the stretch he offers you.

He didn't even give you any time to get used to him, quickly pounding into you at a pace he likes, causing you to fall forward onto your hands.

When you looked up in front of you, you were met with an incredibly hard dick and a smug smirk coming from the man who looked like your partner. "Would you open up your mouth for me, sweetheart?"

You obeyed him, opening your mouth and letting him slide right into your throat. The feeling of him on your tongue was heavy and your jaw tight from being opened so wide.

Both cocks hammered into your holes, setting a brutal pace. And yet, one had a sweetness to it while the other was downright abusive. They were like two sides of the same coin. So different and yet so alike at the same time.

The pleasure was intense. Your core was burning as you clenched and gagged around the cocks entering you. Your eyes stung with tears as the pleasure slowly became unbearable.

"Baby, you're doing so well for us." one Bi Han exclaimed, lifting you up by the hair and giving you some time to catch a breath. "Fuck...such a fucking slut. Clenching around me so hard while having another dick in your mouth. You're so nasty." the other Bi Han, however, seems to disagree.

Both degradation and praise left you overwhelmed. Your lovers degradation filled you with shame that made your privates grow wetter by the second, meanwhile your lovers variant sweet words laced with honey left your heart melting and stomach fluttering.

The cock inside of you kept such a brutal pace. You felt every drag of he vein on the upper side of his cock against your walls. His mushroom tip hitting so aggressively deep inside you, you're sure it will bruise your cervix.

The cock inside your mouth was slightly less brutal but still held that impatience for release. He would let you come up for air every few moments but whenever he enters again he pushes so deep down your throat that you can't breath for a second.

With every push of each cock comes your muffed whine. The sound only egging them on to continue chasing their highs.

"Look at you, baby. Taking us both so well." the man above you said more to himself. You could tell he was close by the way his cock slightly twitched in your mouth and the way his thrusts became more shallow.

You also noticed that he wasn't the only one close. Your lover picked up his pace and started groaning, a habit of his that you've come to learn.

You gotta admit. you weren't that far behind them either. Basically being used as a sex toy by your boyfriend and an exact replica of him was like a dream come true.

All of your senses became so overwhelmed from the moment your boyfriend caught you in such a promiscuous position. It was terribly arousing.

With one last push down your womb, your boyfriend spilled his seed deep inside you, some even leaking out of you as he rode out his high. Just as you registered what was happening, the cock in your mouth pulled out and started shooting it's own seed out, the droplets of cum hitting your face.

The intense feeling and the sudden shame of the situation were the last push you needed before the knot in your stomach exploded and a creamy texture started dripping down your thighs.

Before you could come down from your orgasm, the man above you started gently scooping his cum off your face. "Open." he left no room for argument. You opened your mouth as he shoved his fingers, forcing you to lick the remains of cum off of them.

"There we go. That's good, sweets." his hand now caressing your cheek gently. The sweet moment lasted only a second long as you were harshly lifted by your hair. Your back hit a muscular chest as you hissed in pain.

"Forgot about me? Don't you think we are finished just yet. I don't quite believe you've learned your lesson." your still furious lover basically growled into your ear.

His tip teasingly started rubbing your folds again as you tiredly tried to fight out of his grip. "Quit fighting. We're not done yet." he mockingly said.

The fatigue in your muscles fighting with itself as you gave up and gave your boyfriend exactly what he wanted. You knew there's no escaping him, so you just prayed that you could even move tomorrow let alone walk.

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“Hell yeah,” he growled, bringing his hand down on your ass with a sharp smack, watching the flesh bounce. His fingers immediately dug in, grabbing a handful, guiding your hips back into his with more force.

You whimpered as another thrust dragged right across that sensitive spot, your body jolting in his grip, eyes rolling back as a helpless sound slipped from your throat.

“Fuck, look at you, sweetheart,” he snickered, watching your reflection. “Already so cockdumb and I haven’t really done much.”

You shook your head weakly, a broken whine leaving you.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he continued, nodding with mock sympathy. “I get it. It’s hard to act normal when your pussy is drooling all over my cock, but you gotta take it.” His tone turned cruel, deliberate.

“Otherwise,” he added lazily, thrusting again, “I won’t be able to get into character. Can’t go out there unprepared, y’know?”

Your back arched without permission, hips pushing back into him as another strained whine tore out of you. You were right on the edge now, thoughts scattering.

“Y-you’re ruining your… makeup…” you managed through clenched teeth, voice shaking, seconds from completely unraveling.

“You’ll fix it,” he breathed, moaning softly as he leaned forward. His hand slid into your hair, gripping tight and pulling you back, forcing your spine to arch deeper and your body flush against his. “You always do.”

He paused just long enough to drag himself out of you before flipping you onto your back in one swift motion. Your breath hitched—then broke into a gasp as he slid right back in, bottoming out instantly. Your hand flew to his arm, nails digging into his skin while he picked up that same relentless pace, this time driving straight into that sensitive spot over and over again.

“Look how slutty you look,” he panted, voice wrecked and low. “My personal makeup artist taking my cock so well.”

“J-Johnny!” you whined, turning your head away, overwhelmed.

“Don’t act shy,” he laughed breathlessly. “I can feel you like it. You tightened up on me so hard when I said that. Fuck—gonna cum in this pussy too, fill you up nicely.”

You knew he couldn’t—not with the condom you made him wear—but the words alone made your walls clench around him so tightly he groaned.

“Shit, babe, your pussy is so honest with me,” he moaned. “Maybe I should take it off and actually cum inside. Get you all dirty with my cum, eh?”

Your body reacted instantly, squeezing around him again as you teetered right at the edge, nails sinking deeper into his arm as your orgasm climbed too fast to fight.

“That’s it, sweetie… squeeze my cock, cum all over me,” Johnny groaned, hooking your thighs tight around his waist. His thrusts were getting sloppy, desperate, chasing the high you were dragging out of him.

He leaned forward and caught your mouth in a messy kiss right as you broke apart around him, your cry swallowed by his lips. The way your core clenched down sent him spiraling, groaning into your mouth as his own release hit.

You clutched at his shoulders while he kept thrusting through both your orgasms, your breaths tangling, lips and teeth clashing in gasped, heated kisses.

A few minutes later he finally stilled, forehead pressed to your collarbone, both of you drenched in sweat and panting.

Your makeup was ruined—mascara streaked, eyeliner smudged, foundation patchy, lipstick wrecked across your mouth.

Johnny looked just as destroyed, his foundation lifted from sweat and your red lipstick smeared across his mouth like he’d been devoured.

“Shit… I needed that. Thanks, babes,” Johnny snickered, pulling out with a low groan.

“I fucking hate you…” you muttered darkly as you pushed up onto shaky legs, turning to the mirror and cringing.

Fantastic. Now you’d have to redo your entire face.

You yanked your pants up and began gathering the necessary products, muttering curses in his direction.

Johnny popped up behind you, hands sliding onto your hips as he grinned at you in the mirror with that stupid, boyish smile.

“We should totally do that again after I’m finished shooting,” he said, far too pleased with himself.

“Sit your ass down,” you snapped, grabbing a brush and pointing it at the chair.

“Only if you show me a titty,” he replied, dead serious.

You stared at him.

This absolute idiot, you truly can’t stand his ass.

But he fucks you so well, so you’ll forgive him.

the temple was quiet when liu kang returned.

you felt him before you saw him — that familiar warmth rolling through the halls like a living flame. but something was different… heavier. denser.

you looked up from the scroll you’d been reading and nearly dropped it.

he filled the doorway.

not metaphorically. literally.

his shoulders had always been broad, but now they looked carved from stone. his training robes stretched tight across a chest that had grown significantly thicker, and his arms… god, his arms. veins stood out against new muscle as he crossed them, watching you with that calm, knowing little smile.

“beloved,” he greeted, voice low and warm. “i missed you.”

you blinked.

“you…” your eyes dragged down his body, slow and shameless. “you got big.”

liu kang’s smile widened, just a touch smug. “the training for the coming war was… intense. i pushed myself harder than before.”

harder was an understatement. he looked like he’d gained nearly forty pounds of pure muscle. everything about him had scaled up. wider. thicker.

you stood up and walked straight to him, stopping just short of his chest and tilting your head back to look up at him. he looked down at you, dark eyes soft but burning.

“can i…?” you asked, already reaching.

“of course.”

your hands settled on his chest first. the muscle was dense, warm, impossibly solid. you pressed your palms harder, feeling the give of new mass, and let out a shaky breath.

“oh, liu kang…”

he laughed softly, the sound vibrating under your hands. “is it too much?”

“too much?” you slid your hands down to his waist, then back up over the swell of his pecs. “i think i need to sit down.”

instead, he picked you up. effortlessly.

one arm hooked under your ass, lifting you like you weighed nothing. your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, and you felt it immediately — the thick, heavy press of his cock against your core through the fabric of his robes.

it was bigger.

not just harder. not just longer. thicker. the sheer weight of it made your stomach flip.

liu kang carried you to the bed and sat down with you in his lap, never breaking eye contact. his hands settled on your hips, thumbs stroking gently.

“i worried you might find the change… jarring,” he admitted.

“jarring?” you rolled your hips experimentally and felt him twitch, already half-hard and massive. “baby, i’m trying very hard not to climb you like a tree right now.”

his control slipped. a low, rough sound left his throat as he pulled you closer, pressing your chest against his.

“then don’t hold back.”

you didn’t.

your hands went to the ties of his robes, tugging impatiently. the fabric parted to reveal miles of warm, golden skin stretched over new muscle. you kissed his collarbone, then lower, dragging your teeth over one thick pec while your hand wandered down his abs.

when you finally wrapped your fingers around him, your hand didn’t even close all the way.

you whimpered, genuinely awed. he was rock hard now, thick and heavy in your palm, the head already flushed and leaking. “you really did get bigger everywhere…”

liu kang groaned, head tipping back as you stroked him slowly. “i did not expect this particular… side effect.”

you grinned, feral, and pushed him back until he was lying down. when you crawled over him, he let you. the god of fire, the champion, he let you shove him into the pillows and straddle his thighs like he was yours to play with.

because he was.

you took your time exploring him, kissing, licking and sucking marks into all that new muscle. every time he twitched or let out a quiet, restrained sound, you felt powerful.

until he finally snapped.

in one smooth motion he flipped you both, pinning you beneath him. the weight of him was delicious now, heavy and overwhelming but in the best way.

“enough teasing,” he murmured against your throat. “i have missed you too much.”

he was careful at first, always so careful. even now, with his much larger body caging yours, he prepared you slowly with his fingers, murmuring sweet praise against your skin while you writhed and begged. but when he finally pushed inside you…

you both moaned.

“fuck— liu kang— slow,” you gasped, nails digging into his massive shoulders.

he stilled immediately, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard. “too much?”

“no. just… fuck— big. give me a second.”

he stayed perfectly still, trembling with the effort, kissing you softly until your body adjusted to the stretch. when you finally rolled your hips, urging him deeper, the control he’d been clinging to shattered.

he fucked you like a man who had spent months training his body to its limit and now wanted to use every new ounce of strength on you.

deep, heavy, powerful thrusts made the bed creak and your eyes roll back. every stroke dragged against that perfect spot inside you, and the sheer size of him made everything feel more intense.

you came first with his name on your tongue, clenching around his thick cock so hard he groaned like he was in pain.

but he didn’t stop.

he flipped you onto your stomach, pulled your hips up, and took you again; slower this time, deeper, grinding against you while one massive hand pressed between your shoulder blades, holding you down.

“you take me so well,” he praised, voice rough. “even now. my perfect girl.”

you pushed back against him, greedy, and felt him shudder.

the second time you came, he followed right after, burying himself to the hilt with a broken moan, hips stuttering as he filled you.

afterwards, he collapsed carefully beside you and immediately pulled you into his arms. you curled against his broad chest, still catching your breath, one leg thrown over his thick thigh.

he pressed a kiss to your damp forehead.

“was it… acceptable?” he asked, a hint of playful insecurity in his voice.

you laughed weakly and nipped at his chest.

“acceptable? i’m going to need a week to recover.” you ran your hand over his bicep, squeezing the new muscle appreciatively. “but i’m also going to need you to do that again tomorrow… and the day after. and after—”

his chest rumbled with quiet laughter.

“well, i am yours to command,” he said, fingers tracing lazy patterns down your spine. “though i may need to train even harder if this is the reaction i receive.”

you lifted your head, eyes sparkling with mischief. “deal. bulk season is officially my favorite.”

the next morning when you stirred, stretching without thinking, you regretted it immediately.

a deep, delicious ache pulsed through your hips and thighs. you tried to sit up, then swing your legs over the edge of the bed, but your knees buckled the second your feet touched the floor.

“oh… fuck,” you laughed breathlessly, collapsing back onto the mattress in a heap. the sound was half amusement, half pained groan. “i can’t stand. i literally can’t walk.”

liu kang was already awake beside you. he stared with wide eyes, frozen mid-motion as he sat up.

you turned your head to look at him, still giggling through the soreness. “what?”

“wait… are you serious?” he asked, voice quiet with disbelief.

“uh, yeah,” you said, wiggling your hips experimentally and wincing. “i think you kinda wrecked me.”

“oh…” his voice was hoarse and shaky. “sorry…”

his tone sounded apologetic, but for one split second, something flashed in his dark eyes — a tiny, unmistakable glint of pride. he pressed his lips together tightly, clearly fighting back a smile.

“you…” you narrowed your eyes at him. “oh my god, are you… proud?”

he was blushing furiously now, the tips of his ears turning a deep red. he looked away, still trying (and failing) to suppress that smug little smile tugging at his mouth.

“…no,” he whispered, completely unconvincing.

“oh my god, you are! you’re proud!” you burst out laughing despite the ache. “liu kang, champion of earthrealm, is proud of his huge di—!”

his large hand suddenly clapped over your mouth, gentle but effective. his face was burning crimson.

“okay, okay,” he mumbled, voice shy and flustered. “maybe a bit… but i am sorry too.”

you licked his palm just to be difficult, and he pulled his hand back with a soft, embarrassed chuckle.

“you know you’re gonna have to spoil me all day if i can’t get up,” you teased, grinning up at him.

“stay here,” he murmured with a soft sigh, already reaching for a bottle of oil on the bedside table. “i will take care of you today. anything you want—food, tea, books, fruit,—i will bring it to you. you are not moving from this bed unless i carry you.”

you hummed happily as his warm, slick hands began gently massaging your aching thighs, the scent of soothing herbs filling the air.

“so i get to be spoiled by a very buff, very guilty liu kang all day?”

he smiled softly, a touch of that smugness still lingering in his eyes as he worked a particularly sore spot with careful reverence.

“yes, my love. though i would prefer if you refrained from telling raiden that the reason you missed training is because i…” he cleared his throat, blushing harder. “…am too large for you.”

you burst out laughing, then winced at the ache it caused.

“too late. i’m telling everyone. ‘sorry, can’t spar today, the champion of earthrealm ruined me with his giant—’”

he silenced you with a soft, embarrassed kiss, smiling against your lips.

“behave,” he whispered, though the playful glint in his eyes said he didn’t mind your teasing nearly as much as he pretended.

“make me,” you whispered back.

his hands paused on your thighs, and that adorable mix of guilt and smug pride returned to his face.

“…i will bring you breakfast first,” he said diplomatically. “then we will discuss behaving.”

you grinned, already knowing you were about to be very, very spoiled.

You had definitely missed him since your last encounter.

A monk below mentioned needing to deliver something “to Lord Liu Kang’s chambers,” and you proceeded to slip off the roof like a shadow made of silk.

Following him was child’s play.

Timing your step right behind him as he opened the door was even easier.

The moment he stepped out and closed it behind him, you let your invisibility melt away.

His room unfolded around you—warm, minimalist, neat to an almost irritating degree. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and smoke.

Typical.

You scanned his room carefully, noting some scrolls neatly organized in a corner, spare robes folded with infuriating precision, and a small flame dancing like a heartbeat on the low bedside table.

You wandered lazily around his room, your fingers drifting over his things as if you owned them.

“How careless,” you murmured under your breath, smirking as your fingertip traced the corner of one of his folded robes.

Your eyes landed on his bed, neatly made. You sauntered toward it, humming, and without hesitation flopped down onto the covers.

The silk was cool and soft beneath you.

“Oh, to live like a god,” you snickered, stretching like a spoiled cat. You rolled onto your front, propping yourself up on your elbows before lazily kicking your legs in the air. The sheets smelled strongly of him.

A warm ripple shifted the air, a tightening pulse of energy you knew far too well.

You smirked.

A second later, the door opened.

Liu Kang stepped inside, mid-motion, before freezing entirely when he saw you sprawled out on his perfectly made bed like you were posing for a painting.

His face hardened instantly before softening into his typical serene mask.

“Y/n,” he greeted, voice careful, each syllable threaded with an edge. He closed the door behind him slowly, eyes never leaving you. “What are you doing here?”

You lifted your chin, smiling up at him innocently.

“Visiting,” you purred, resting your cheek on your folded arms. “Your room looked lonely.”

His jaw flexed.

You kicked your feet lightly behind you.

“Thought I’d keep your bed warm for you.” you shrugged.

He frowned slightly, golden eyes trained on you to make sure you wouldn’t make any sudden movements

“Leave,” he said quietly, stepping forward. “You cannot be here.”

You pouted dramatically, rolling onto your back and sinking even deeper into his sheets. “Come on, pretty boy, don’t be a party pooper.” You even stuck your tongue out at him for emphasis.

“Y/n,” he warned, taking another step.

You hummed lazily, stretching out like you owned the place, your eyes following every move he made. He tried not to look at you but his gaze still flicked down your body, lingering for a fraction of a second before he forced it away, jaw tight.

Grinning, you flipped onto your hands and knees, crawling to the edge of the bed with deliberate slowness until you were kneeling right in front of him.

“Missed you, pretty boy,” you murmured, fingertips dancing up the fabric of his abdomen. “It’s been a while since I last saw you.”

Liu Kang tensed immediately. His hand shot out, grasping your wrist firmly, halting your touch. His jaw clenched, brows pinched as he stared down at you.

“Do not start,” he said through controlled breath.

You hummed dismissively, slipping your free arm around his shoulder and pulling yourself closer into his warmth.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about our last time,” you whispered, your lips brushing the shell of his ear before giving it the lightest nip.

Liu exhaled sharply, his grip on your wrist tightening for just a moment before he forced himself still.

“Y/n,” he murmured, voice low and strained. “You test me.”

“Do I?” you whispered teasingly, kissing your way down the line of his neck, feeling the heat surge beneath his skin. “Then do something about it.”

Liu exhaled sharply, letting go of your wrist only to grasp your chin between his fingers.

Your breath hitched.

Your eyes flicked to his lips before meeting his golden stare again, neither of you moving.

"Why must you test me?” he murmured, voice low enough to resonate through you.

You held his gaze, lips tugging into the slightest, knowing smile. “You know why.”

His jaw tightened.

“You could have had so much more,” he said quietly. “You can have so much more.”

He pulled you closer, eyes dragging over your face like he was memorizing every line. “Leave him.”

You shook your head slowly, “You know that will not happen.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, like that truth burned more than any fire he commanded.

You squirmed in his hold, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, yanking him closer.

“You’re stalling, Fire God,” you breathed, tone dripping with challenge. “Forgot how to put me in my place, it seems.”

His eyes snapped open, molten and dangerous, narrowing in on you with a focus that made your breath stutter.

Without a word, he lifted one knee onto the bed, pressing it firmly between your thighs. Heat radiated through the fabric, a warning wrapped in temptation. His hands slid from your chin down to your waist, fingers tightening as he guided you backward.

Your back hit the sheets in one smooth motion, his grip firm but careful as he maneuvered you exactly where he wanted you. Your lips parted, breath catching at the shift in dominance as your legs instinctively opened further, welcoming him into the space between them.

Liu Kang settled there, gaze never leaving yours, intense and unreadable, barely leashed.

“Every time,” he murmured, voice low as his hands bracketed your hips, “you push and you push…”

You smirked up at him, brushing your knee lightly against his thigh.

“You make it too easy for me,” you teased.

He hummed low in his throat, hands gliding up your thighs, leaving shivers and goosebumps trailing in their wake. “Perhaps I do,” he murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your collarbone.

Your hands slid into his hair, tugging it loose as he worked his way down, leaving slow, biting kisses along the edge of your top. One by one, the buttons of your corset came undone beneath his careful fingers, and you couldn’t help the small whine that slipped out as he trailed his lips down the newly parted center.

He nudged the opened fabric aside with his nose, breath warm against your skin before his mouth closed around your nipple. His tongue flicked teasingly, deliberate and slow.

You let out a soft whine, fingers slipping under his shirt to feel the muscles shift beneath your hands. The fabric annoyed you more than anything, so you tugged once, huffed, and promptly burned it off.

Liu raised a brow at your impatience, teeth tugging at the sensitive bud as punishment.

“I see Shang Tsung never taught you patience,” he muttered.

You scoffed, annoyed. “As if I’d ever sleep with that idiot.”

He hummed again, tongue dragging over the same spot before he pulled back just long enough to nip at the plush skin.

You whined again when he switched to your other breast, his tongue laving and teasing over the sensitive peak, making you squirm beneath him as heat coiled tighter and tighter in your belly.

“Liu,” you complained, tugging on his hair impatiently.

He smiled against your skin, slow and knowing, before pulling back to look at you properly. His hands slid down to your hips, gripping firmly as he pulled you flush against him and, in one smooth motion, flipped the both of you over and settled you on his thigh.

He leaned back on his hands, head tilting slightly as his gaze fixed on you expectantly.

You blinked at him, breath unsteady, confused as to why he pulled away.

“Wh—why did you stop?” you whined, huffing above him.

“You seemed rather impatient,” he mused. “I figured you could handle it yourself.” His eyes dropped meaningfully to where your body hovered over his leg. “Go on. Make yourself feel good.”

You clicked your tongue at him and reached for his pants, only for your hands to get smacked away with a sharp flick of his fingers.

“Ah-ah,” he chided, tone low but amused. “Not my cock. Use something else.”

You shot him a withering glare.

You huffed again before settling properly on his thigh, your hands sliding up to his shoulders for balance. You bit your lip, testing the pressure as you gave a tentative roll of your hips.

A warm pulse of pleasure shivered up your spine, pulling a soft sigh from you.

It wasn’t his cock, but it'll do.

You found a steady rhythm, small moans and soft mewls slipping out as the heat inside you coiled tighter, sparks shooting through you with every drag.

Liu watched you without blinking, sinking into the sight like it was something sacred. Every time you let out a louder sound, he hummed his approval, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

His hand slid up your thigh, savoring the softness before settling firmly on your hip. He guided you along his leg, fingers pressing you down in a way that made your breath catch.

Then he flexed the muscle beneath you.

You stuttered, hips faltering before pressing down harder against him, a desperate sound spilling from your lips.

“There we go, little flame,” he murmured, lip caught between his teeth as he felt the wet heat soaking through his pants. “That must be much better now, hm?”

You moaned, hips swiveling harder, grinding your clit against the delicious pressure he’d given you.

“Good girl,” he breathed, his grip tightening. “Keep moving like that. Don’t stop.”

“Liu…” you mewled, frustration curling tight inside you. “I—Liu… need more.”

“You look so desperate,” he chuckled softly. “What’s wrong, starlight? Not enough for you?”

You growled under your breath at his teasing, leaning forward until your forehead rested against his shoulder. Your orgasm was close but your thighs were starting to tremble, your movements slowing and losing their steady rhythm.

“Is this too hard for you?” he murmured, voice warm against your ear. “Or are you simply looking for an excuse to be lazy?”

A shiver raced down your spine.

“You’re soaking my leg, starlight,” he continued, tone maddeningly calm. “I can smell how badly you want to bounce on me instead. But you chose impatience.” He sighed like it was a minor inconvenience. “You could have been cumming around my cock by now… if only you had waited.”

You bit your lip hard, a frustrated whine tearing out of you. You pulled back just enough to look at him, lips in a pout as you struggled to keep your pace steady.

“You’re being mean,” you complained.

He chuckled, lifting your chin with gentle fingers to place a slow, placating kiss against your lips. “You’re the one who asked for this, remember?”

You scoffed against his mouth. “I did no—”

A sharp smack landed on your rear, making you gasp and your hips jerk harder against his thigh.

“Ahh! Liu!”

His chuckle rumbled in your ear as he smoothed a hand over the sting he’d left, gripping your hips to keep you moving. You panted against his skin, lips latching onto his neck as you nipped and sucked, trying anything to ground yourself.

“Beg me,” he said softly.

You whined in protest, biting down harder at the request.

“You want my help?” he growled. “Earn it. Otherwise, I’m quite content watching you try to fall apart on my leg.”

You squirmed in his hold, stalling, hoping he’d crack first, but the way he stared at you told you he was dead serious.

Your face warmed, your mouth opening and closing before the tiniest sound slipped out.

“…Please…” you breathed, barely audible.

He hummed, teasing along your neck as he palmed your ass. “Hmm?”

A curse slipped from you as a pitiful whimper followed.

“Liu—please help me,” you begged softly. “Please, I need you. I’ll be good—just please make me cum. Wanna cum all over your thigh.”

Liu’s pleased hum vibrated against your skin. “Good girl. I have you, my sweet thing.”

His hands clamped around your hips as he dragged you hard and fast along his thigh, guiding your body with ease. The pace made you twitch and arch, breath catching in short, high gasps.

You fell forward with a small mewl, letting him take full control.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growled in your ear. “Is this what you were looking for when you snuck into my temple?”

“Yes!” you panted, the word almost breaking.

“Troublesome girl,” he chuckled. “You ignore my instructions, my demands… yet you turn into such a pretty mess the moment I get my hands on you.”

His voice dipped lower. “Tell me—did you sink those pretty fingers deep inside your cunt after you had me on my knees?”

Your breath hitched sharply at the memory.

“That was impressive,” he continued, tone warm and dark. “Forcing a god to kneel and letting you use my face however you pleased.”

“L-Liu… please—” you begged, voice trembling right at the edge.

“And now here you are,” he sighed, almost fond. “Desperate and pleading for me to let you cum.”

You jolted at a particularly harsh grind.

“Should’ve just taken you there,” he murmured, voice rough with teasing. “Made you take my cock. Taught you a lesson or two. Maybe you wouldn’t be pulling these stunts if I’d left you full of my cum.”

A shiver ran straight through you at the thought, your fingers tangling tight in his hair. “Yes—yes, I’d be so good. I’d be a good girl for you,” you whimpered.

He laughed under his breath. “Ah, who are we kidding? You’d still act out. You’d do it just to get my attention.” His hand landed another hot sting on your rear. “Just my troublesome sweet thing, aren’t you?”

His grip shifted, guiding your body right where he wanted it.

“Go on,” he murmured, voice low. “Make a mess on my thigh, pretty girl.”

A high, drawn-out whine tore from your throat as you obeyed, your body seizing in his hold as you tipped over the edge, falling apart exactly how he wanted.

“L-Liu…” you whined softly, riding out your high as sparks burst behind your eyelids, your whole body humming with satisfaction.

Liu guided you through it, hands steady on your hips as he helped you move through the last shuddering waves, your slick smearing warmly along his thigh.

When your body finally went slack, you slumped against him, panting lightly. He eased you back onto the sheets with surprising gentleness, and before you could even catch your breath, he disappeared lower.

You gasped when his tongue ran through your folds, slow and unhurried.

“Still so sweet,” he murmured against you before continuing to clean the mess you’d made.

Only after he’d licked up the last traces of your release did he finally rise, gaze steady as he looked down at you while you tried to breathe normally again. He helped you dress with practiced care, rolling his eyes when you looked up at him with a pout.

“Forcing me to leave already? How rude,” you complained.

“You know you must not be here,” he answered, arms crossing in that firm, unamused way of his.

“Says who,” you teased, rising and pressing your body close to his again, your hand brushing deliberately over the straining bulge in his pants. “I have yet to satisfy you, my lord,” you purred.

His eyes brightened at the title, a soft sigh slipping out of him as you pressed a little harder. He caught your chin between his fingers, pulling you into a slow, indulgent kiss before halting your hand with a firm grip.

“You know exactly why you are not allowed here,” he murmured against your lips. “And as much as I would love to keep you here… chained to my bed…” his thumb stroked your jaw, “I cannot. You must return, or you risk getting yourself killed.”

You huffed dramatically, rolling your eyes before stepping back and sticking your tongue out at him. “We all have missed opportunities, I guess,” you shrugged.

With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a portal to the Netherrealm. You glanced at him over your shoulder before stepping through, the edges shimmering shut behind you.

He exhaled slowly once you were gone.

You would be the death of him.

Surely.

✧ Has to be touching you at all times

✧ Rubbing your lower back

✧ Draping himself over you

✧ Burying his face in your scent glands just to get a deeper whiff

✧ “You smell sweet like honey… it’s distracting.”

✧ You’ll see him in his reptile form more often, with his scales shining brighter and prettier colors

✧ Becomes more territorial around you, often glaring at the boys if they come too close

✧ When you actually start to ovulate, he’s on you fast

✧ I’m talking face pressed up against your pussy

✧ He lives there now

✧ “I can stay here all night… you smell divine.”

✧ His only sustenance becomes your arousal dripping for him

✧ You know he’s lapping at your cunt like a dehydrated lizard

✧ “You’re irresistible like this… too irresistible.”

✧ Definitely triggers his rut

✧ You run hotter while ovulating and he absolutely loves that

✧ Becomes slightly drunk on you the moment he sinks into you

✧ “You’re so warm… I can’t think straight.”

✧ His instincts absolutely take over

✧ Will bite down on your neck while he thrusts into your hot core

✧ Holds you down in a mating press, forcing you to take his fat cock

✧ “Just breathe—let your body take me deeper.”

✧ Determined to fill you up as many times as it takes

✧ His eyes turn into slits as he pumps you full of his spunk

✧ Desperately wants it to take

✧ “I’ll fill you again and again if I have to.”

✧ You’re definitely going to have a fun week with him

Bi-Han:

✧ This one is obvious, I think, for many of us

✧ Only notices you may be ovulating when you start squirming around uncomfortably

✧ You keep adjusting your bra, massaging your breast as you huff about the soreness

✧ Keep complaining about oddly specific cravings

✧ (chocolate-covered lime slices with a sprinkle of tajín goes hard, let’s be honest)

✧ Definitely confirms it when you start getting clingier and trying to initiate sex more often

✧ He’s nothing if not a willing lover

✧ He does, after all, need a future heir, no?

✧ He’s mean about it though

✧ “You’re needier than usual,” he’ll note with indifference. “Are you ovulating? Every time you do, you hover around me like a lost thing.”

✧ He’ll act indifferent about you wanting him at first

✧ Right up until you flat-out ask him to fuck you

✧ Will smirk and make you wait just a bit longer

✧ Wants to make you needier on purpose because he’s a shithead

✧ “You want me to help you? Say it without shaking.”

✧ But trust me, when he does acquiesce? It’s the best fuck of your life

✧ Think: the ruthlessness of hate sex mixed with the passion of lovemaking

✧ Makes sure he’s plowing your spine respectfully

✧ “Stop squirming. You wanted this.”

✧ Despite being oh-so cruel to you, he still has wandering, loving hands

✧ He’s definitely caressing every plush part of you

✧ And he’s 100% imagining them getting even softer as you grow with child

✧ “You’ll swell with my child, and everyone will know exactly who touched you so well.”

✧ Get ready for a long, fulfilling night with this man

✧ You know he won’t let you go until he’s certain he’s filled you up enough to take

Kung Lao:

✧ Another obvious one

✧ This man has a giant 'I have a breeding kink' sign above his head

✧ That’s basically canon for most of the MK fanbase

✧ But I think for him, it’s more about the risk of the possibility than the act itself

✧ While he does want a loving family with you one day

✧ He is WAY too young to start one now

✧ Still though

✧ There’s something so primal about filling you up while you’re at peak fertility

✧ It scratches an itch he didn’t know he had

✧ He’s also a bit of a munch when you’re ovulating

✧ You’re just so sweet and smell so good down there for him

✧ “You’re intoxicating… it’s not fair to do this to me.”

✧ Turns into a whining mess over it

✧ Spends hours between your thighs making sure he gets his fill

✧ He’s making sure you’re prepared to take him fully

✧ And when he’s plowing into you?

✧ He’s trying desperately not to spill too quickly

✧ “You’re pulling me so deep—like you want me to get you pregnant.”

✧ He’s mesmerized watching your arousal drip from your hole as he fucks you

✧ You’re so much wetter when you ovulate

✧ The sight of him covered in your slick makes something possessive snap in him

✧ “You’re soaking me up… Gods, you’re incredible.”

✧ He’s absolutely putting you in a mating press or doggy

✧ He doesn’t want a single drop spilling from your quivering hole

✧ And if it does, he’s lovingly pushing it right back inside

✧ “Take it. Every bit of it. I want it right where I put it.”

✧ Yeah… he’s definitely trying not to think about fucking you while your breasts drip milk

✧ Let him live

Liu Kang:

✧ I hesitated adding him, but honestly it makes sense

✧ Canonically this man gave EVERYTHING up for peace

✧ If everything hadn’t been on the line, I genuinely think he would’ve wanted to be a family man

✧ Therefor, I think it’s safe to say he’d get a little feral when you start ovulating

✧ This man is SO in tune with your body

✧ Might as well call him your flow chart because he already knows what day you begin to ovulate

✧ “You’re warm, starlight… it’s starting, isn’t it?”

✧ He turns the whole thing into something sensual

✧ Your boobs ache? He’s already massaging them before you even ask

✧ “You’re aching aren't you? I can help with that.”

✧ You’ve got weird cravings? He somehow already bought whatever it is

✧ Libido spikes? He’s got you pinned to the bed with soft kisses trailing everywhere

✧ And while the goal is to keep you satisfied, his personal goal is to fuck you through all six days of your fertile window

✧ “I want you. All of you. Every day you’ll allow me.”

✧ He’s so sweet with you, so gentle

✧ Cherishes you and devours you at the same time

✧ Absolutely a fan of your slightly bloated ovulation belly

✧ You’re squishy, which means his hands get to dig in deeper

✧ “You’re so warm and plush under my hands… you’re perfect.”

✧ Also obsessed with how swollen your breasts get

✧ He’s on them constantly, mouthing them as much as you'll allow him

✧ Whispers filth and devotion in the same breath while his thrusts get deep and purposeful

✧ He absolutely talks to you like you’re already pregnant

✧ “Look how you glow. Anyone would think you already belonged fully to me. Be a good starlight and take everything I give you.”

✧ Spills inside you and keeps his hips flush until he’s done

✧ If any leaks? He’s gently pushing it back where it came from

✧ “It’s a sin to waste a god’s gift, you know?”

✧ Overall, he takes care of you in the sweetest, most reverent way possible

★ But Syzoth doesn’t move. Doesn’t even acknowledge the nickname that usually makes him sigh with tired amusement. There’s something in his posture that reads like a door slamming shut, and you catch the briefest flash—scales, iridescent and sharp along his jawline, there and gone again before you can fully process them.

★ They’re not the usual muted green.

★ They’re bright. Jewel toned. Almost shimmering.

★ “Syzoth?” You touch his arm, and he turns to you immediately. The tension bleeds out of him like someone cut a string, and suddenly he’s just your Syzoth again—soft eyed and slightly sheepish, like he’s not entirely sure how he ended up in this particular spot.

★ “apologies,” he murmurs. To you. Not to Johnny. “I just….you were in the middle of training.”

★ “I was taking a break, actually.”

★ “Oh.” He glances away. A soft orange hue coloring his cheeks—like he was blushing. But you knew he couldn’t technically—not like a human anyways. And you swear you can see something else beneath it. Something that wants to shimmer. “Right. Of course.”

★ Johnny leaves without further jest, and you pretend not to notice the way Syzoth tracks his exit like a predator watching prey slip just out of range.

•••

★ The second time, you’re in the gardens. It’s evening, all purple/gold light and the smell of jasmine heavy enough to taste. You’re reading—or trying to—but mostly you’re stealing glances at Syzoth, who’s been quieter than usual lately. More watchful. He sits close enough that your knees almost touch, and every so often you feel his gaze like a physical thing, warm and weighted.

★ “You’re staring….” You say without looking up from your book.

★ “I’m admiring.”

★ The words come out rougher than either of you expected. When you finally meet his eyes, they’re different—pupils dilated wide and dark, ringed in gold that definitely wasn’t there this morning.

★ “Admiring,” you repeat slowly.

★ “Is that….not allowed?” There’s something almost nervous in the question, hidden beneath layers of careful control. He shifts, and the movement is liquid smooth, inhuman in a way that usually only happens when he’s comfortable. When he forgets to hold himself in human shape.

★ But he’s not fully shifted now. He’s caught somewhere in between—skin flickering with patterns that race across his arms like living art, colors that seem to pulse with his heartbeat. Emerald. Sapphire. Gold like late afternoon sun.

★ You realize you’ve been staring back.

★ “It’s allowed,” you say quietly. Your book is forgotten now, pages fluttering closed. “You’re just….different lately.”

★ “Different bad??”

★ “Different different.” You reach out slowly, telegraphing the movement, and trace one of the patterns on his forearm. His breath hitches. The colors flare brighter, and you feel the texture of scales rising to meet your touch like a flower turning toward light. “These are new.”

★ “They’re not.” He’s watching your fingers like they’re performing some kind of miracle. “They’re just… more.”

★ “More?”

★ But he doesn’t answer. Just catches your hand and presses it flat against his chest, right over his heart. It’s racing—faster than ever, thrumming with a reptilian quickness you’ve learned to recognize. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, you feel warmth. Actual warmth? Or maybe you were just imagining it—maybe it was you that was warm…you watch as the subtle shift of something moves beneath skin, rearranging itself, wanting out.

★ “I should go,” he says abruptly.

★ “Syzoth—“

★ “I don’t want to—“ He stops. Swallows hard. “You make it difficult to think clearly.”

★ He leaves before you can ask what he means. But the garden still smells like jasmine, and your palm still tingles where scales pressed against it, and you sit there in the fading light wondering when admiring started sounding like starving.

•••

★ The third time, you go looking for answers. The archives are quiet this time of night. You’ve been here for hours, scrolling through texts on Zaterran biology, culture, behavioral patterns. Some of it you already knew—Syzoth has shared pieces of his past with you, careful and slow, like learning to trust you with the sharp edges of his history.

★ But this is different.

★ ‘Seasonal behavioral changes’, one text explains, ‘are common among Zaterran males of reproductive age. Heightened territorial instincts. Increased displays of coloration. A strong drive to establish pair bonds and ward off potential rivals.’

★ Oh that was it? Huh.

★ Wait, Huh?

★ You scroll further, cheeks warming as the clinical language gives way to more detailed descriptions. Courtship rituals. The way Zaterrans signal interest—through color, through proximity, through the careful choreography of protection and presentation. It’s not aggression—not really.

★ It’s wanting.

★ Wanting so fierce it rewrites everything else.

★ And Syzoth has been fighting it. Trying to tamp it down, keep it human shaped and manageable because he thinks—what? That it’ll scare you? That you won’t understand?

★ You close the tablet and sit back, mind racing.

★ He’s essentially been courting you. This whole time. And you’ve been watching him struggle against his own instincts, embarrassed and careful, trying so hard not to be too much.

★ The thought shouldn’t make you smile.

★ It absolutely does.

•••

★ The fourth time—you’re ready. You find him in the training hall, alone, moving through forms with a violence that looks like meditation. He’s fully shifted—all scales and sinuous grace, colors muted in the low light. But when you enter, when he catches your scent or hears your footstep or just *knows* you’re there the way he always seems to, everything about him changes.

★ The colors flood back. Brilliant. Breathtaking.

★ “You don’t have to hide it,” you say.

★ He freezes mid-movement. “Hide what?”

★ “This.” You gesture at him—all of him, human and not, beautiful in every form. “Whatever this is that you think is going to scare me off.”

★ “I don’t—

★ “Syzoth.” You step closer. He tracks the movement like it’s the only thing in the world worth watching. “I know about your—your season. The…bonding behaviors. I’m not scared.”

★ Something complicated crosses his face—relief and mortification and a hunger so raw it stops your breath. “You researched.”

★ “I did.”

★ “That’s…” He makes a sound caught between a laugh and a groan. “Of course you did.”

★ “So you can stop pretending you don’t want to hiss at Johnny every time he looks at me.” Another step. You’re close enough now to see the patterns shifting across his scales, complex and mesmerizing. “And you can stop holding yourself so carefully, like you think I’m going to break..”

★ “I don’t think you’ll break.” His voice drops lower, becomes something with teeth in it. “I think I might.”

★ “Then break,” you whisper.

★ For a heartbeat, he just stares at you.

★ Then he moves.

★ closing the distance with that liquid speed that makes your pulse spike. His hands find your waist—careful still, always careful with you—but there’s a tremor in them now. Want held on a fraying leash.

★ “Beloved—you don’t understand what you’re asking for,” he says against your temple. His breath is warm, slightly too quick. “During mati—he stops himself, unable to say the word in front of you, “The season, I…” He stops. Tries again. “It makes me—possessive. Irrational. I want—“

★ “Me,” you finish. “You want me. I know. I want you too.”

★ The sound he makes is almost a whimper.

★ “Say it again.”

★ “I want you, Syzoth” You tip your head back, meeting those gold ringed eyes. “All of you. However you need to be.”

★ The colors across his skin flare so bright it’s almost bioluminescent. And then he’s kissing you—deep and desperate. like he’s been holding back for weeks and the dam just shattered. His mouth is hot, insistent, different in shape and texture, and you gasp against it as his hands tighten on your waist, pulling you flush against him.

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★ His tongue slips past your lips, long and precise, curling against your own in a way that sends sparks straight down your spine. You moan into his mouth, your hands trailing up and down his rough shoulders, pulling him closer.

★ Syzoth groans, the sound vibrating through his chest as he presses his hips forward. You feel the hard lengths of him against your thigh, both cocks straining through his pants, thick and insistent. The realization hits you like a thrill, your core clenching in anticipation. He’s always been careful, restrained, but now? Now he’s unraveling, and it’s all for you.

★ “Mine,” he murmurs against your lips, nipping at your bottom one with sharp teeth that don’t break skin but promise they could. His hands slide down to grip your ass, kneading the flesh as he lifts you effortlessly off the training room mat. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, and he grinds against you, the dual ridges of his arousal rubbing right where you ache.

★ You break the kiss just enough to whisper, “Take me to bed, Syzoth. Now.” Your voice is breathy, teasing, even as your body trembles with need.

★ He doesn’t hesitate. With a low growl, he carries you out of the training room. His strides long and urgent down the dimly lit corridor of your shared quarters. The door to the bedroom barely registers before he’s kicking it shut behind you, the wood slamming with enough force to rattle the frame. He doesn’t set you down gently—instead, he backs you against the wall, capturing your mouth again in a bruising kiss. His hands are everywhere—tugging at your shirt, shoving it up and over your head, then yanking down your pants with impatient efficiency.

★ “So beautiful,” he rasps, “Cricket….always tempting me.” He dips his head to your neck, licking a hot stripe along your pulse point, his forked tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin. You arch into him, urging him on.

★ Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy—twin cocks bobbing, both curving upward, veined and flushed a deep green, tips already beading with precum. They’re thicker than you remember, or maybe it was just because he was in his true form…nonetheless—they pulsed greedily in tandem—as if sharing the same desperate rhythm. Syzoth’s hands roam your bare skin, calloused palms cupping your chest/breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they’re hard peaks.

★ “I need you,” he says, the words laced with that flirtatious lilt even as his grip tightens, irrational possessiveness bleeding through.

★ “I’m yours,” you reply, nipping at his jaw. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

★ That does it. He scoops you up again, tossing you onto the bed with a playful growl that turns feral. You land on your back, legs splayed, and he follows, crawling over you like a predator claiming his prize. His mouth finds your chest/breast, sucking hard on one nipple while his hand pinches the other, drawing a gasp from your lips. Lower still, his fingers trail down your stomach, dipping between your thighs to find you soaked and ready.

★ “Mmm, so ready,” he murmurs, voice husky with approval. Two fingers push inside your pussy, thick, clawed but careful, curling to stroke that spot that makes your hips buck while his other hand strokes one of his cocks, the slick sound obscene in the quiet room.

★ You writhe under him, chasing the building pressure. “Syzoth...”

★ His fingers thrust faster, scissoring to stretch you, preparing you for what’s to come. When he withdraws, you whine at the loss, but then he’s positioning himself between your legs, one cock nudging at your entrance while the other presses between your thighs still.

★ “Breathe,” he instructs softly, that genuinely loving tone cutting through the heat. He kisses you again, slower this time, as the tip of his first cock breaches your entrance. It’s a stretch, burning sweet, and you cling to his shoulders as he sinks in inch by inch. Halfway there, he pauses, reaching down to guide the second cock, slick with his own precum, he nudges at you, pressing both heads between your thighs insistently, begging ti be swallowed up by your body.

★ You relax as best you can, the flirty little spark in your eyes meeting his rather intense gaze. “Give it to me. Both.”

★ With a shuddering breath, he pushes forward. The dual invasion is overwhelming—you’re filled to the brim, walls clenching around his thick length, while you yield to the second, the sensation of fullness making stars scatter behind your eyelids. He bottoms out with both, hips flush against yours, and stills, letting you adjust. His forehead rests against yours, breaths mingling.

★ “mmmh, bug, you feel ssso good,” he groans, starting to move. Shallow thrusts at first, occasionally switching between the two cocks—one pulling out as the other drives in—building a rhythm that has you moaning his name. The friction is intense, every slide hitting nerves you didn’t know you had, pleasure coiling tight in your belly.

★ Syzoth’s pace quickens, possessive grunts escaping him as he fucks you harder. “Mine,” he repeats, one hand pinning your wrist above your head while the other grips your thigh, spreading you wider. His tail—long and sinuous—wraps around your leg, holding you open for him. The colors on his skin flare brighter, pulsing glows as sweat slicks your bodies.

★ You meet his thrusts, rolling your hips to take him deeper. “Yes... harder—mff—ahhngh—“ Your words spur him on, making him double his efforts (literally).

★ He releases your wrist to brace himself, pounding into you with abandon. Both cocks now pistoning together—stretching and filling you completely, the intensity sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you. You grind against his base with every thrust, pushing you closer to the edge.

★ Finally, your orgasm hits, clenching and pulsing, milking his lengths as you cry out. Syzoth follows seconds later, roaring your name as he spills inside you—hot cum flooding you completely and utterly, marking you from within. He collapses onto you, still buried deep, his body trembling with aftershocks.

★ For a moment, you just hold each other, breaths ragged. You smile, tracing a finger along his jaw. Basking in each other.

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★ Later, when you’re curled together in the quiet dark, his tail wrapped loosely around your ankle like a living promise, he speaks into your hair. (Or the crook of your neck :3)

★ “Thank you.”

★ “For what?”

★ “For researching—caring.” You feel his smile against your shoulder. “For not running. For letting me be… this.”

★ You lace your fingers through his, feeling the texture difference where scales meet skin. “This is pretty great, actually.”

★ “Even when I hiss at Johnny??”

★ “Especially when you hiss at Johnny.”

You have a great understanding of reptile behavior. You grew up with a love for all kinds of reptiles from colorful geckos to strong snakes and even tortoises that had to wear balloons to allow you to keep an eye on them. You sure know your stuff. You knew what was best for them when it came to environment and diet. That means you knew what was best for Syzoth.

If Johnny didn’t ask you to bring him crickets for Syzoth when he invited him to his mansion you wouldn’t have met your reptilian boyfriend. Because Syzoth couldn’t stand human food the only other option that Johnny could think of was bugs. He knew you had an abundance of bugs to feed your pet bearded dragon, Blondi. And boy was Syzoth happy to see you come towards him with a handful of dead crickets. His tail came out and curled up as his split tongue scooped up the crickets. You were amazed by his tail, not a hint of fear in your voice as you squealed about how cool it was. He was so excited by your enthusiasm that he presented his true form. The rest was history.

You adored him in both forms. He was a handsome human and a cute-faced giant lizard. He was glad to find someone who didn’t see him as a monster or even a freak for who he truly was. Though your bearded dragon was not a big fan of him. The first time Syzoth walked into your home, Blondi was tapping on the glass trying to pick a fight with him. He was bobbing his head like a rockstar, trying to tell your boyfriend that this was his territory. He didn’t back down when Syzoth went into his natural form. Your little guy was ready to put up a fight for you. Or he was ready to fight for his food. He can sense Syzoth is just as hungry as he is.

You did have delicious bugs in your home at all times. Crickets, mealworms, grasshoppers, hornworms, and more. You made him feel better about eating bugs in front of you once you told him that humans also eat bugs. He didn’t believe you at first since everyone he has come across has given him weird looks but you reassured him that it was true. Many cultures eat bugs and there are even some candies that have bugs inside of them. You brought out a bag of chapulines that were coated in lemon juice, chili, and garlic. He watched as you took some from the bag and popped them into your mouth. He got curious and wanted to try some for himself. It was fine for him to try since he isn’t a regular bearded dragon and he has a stomach full of corrosive acid. The chili would not end his existence.

He loved the chapulines so much that you started putting them in the salads you would make him. Syzoth wasn’t used to eating greens that often but seeing how Blondi ate it up he thought it would be good for him. After taking his first bite of that fresh mixture of cabbage, kale, zucchini, and bell peppers he was eating it up quickly. He startled Blondi who was trying to eat his mixture of bugs and vegetables on the same table. Geez and you thought Blondi was a messy eater. Syzoth was messier but at least he licked up his mess.

“Are you sure you don’t want to use a fork?” You asked as you scooted a fork closer to him.

His head popped up from the bowl with his tongue still wrapped around a bunch of cabbage and kale. His eyes looked between the fork and the bowl. His hand slowly crept towards the fork and swiped it off the table before diving his head back into the bowl. The loud sound of crunching continued until he was finished.

The love went beyond a good diet. You made shedding season easier on him.

Shedding in his natural form is never pleasant. It’s unpleasant for every reptile. So you did your best to ease his discomfort and complete the process faster. You went out and bought a kiddie pool that was just big enough to fit his giant lizard self. You bought a bunch of bottles of shedding aid to hydrate his skin and get the old skin off. A nice spray of mist from your garden hose and he was in heaven. The old skin didn’t feel so tight on him anymore. Syzoth was grateful for everything you did for him. You must have spent a lot on the shedding aid to ensure it would work on him.

It was all worth it once you saw how he relaxed. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly opened, showing off his sharp teeth. He was able to rid himself of old skin before deciding to eat it. What? He doesn’t want to leave a mess for you to clean up.

The only issue Syzoth has is with Blondi. He tried being nice and showing that he meant no harm. He waved so many times yet Blondi kept bobbing his head and tapping against his glass enclosure. He did not like sharing you with Syzoth. It would result in Blondi running towards Syzoth to give him a good fight. You would have to swoop him up and go into another room so you could peacefully handle your little guy.

Once you were done with one lizard you had to go to the other. Syzoth needed handling too even though he was larger than you. He liked resting his body against yours, using your chest as a pillow for him. Sometimes he would be in his human form and others he would be in his natural form. You preferred the human form just because it didn’t feel like he was crushing you. You took it like a champ in the end. You would run your hand from his neck and down his back. He wouldn’t let you go even when you begged him to.

Now that’s all fun and stuff, having basically another pet lizard who is also a person who you could talk to. Syzoth is loyal to you and adores you. The fact that you understood what he needed as a Zatteran brought him closer to you. You’re the only one who understands him. You understood him better than his own people did.

Tell me, lizard girl, what do you think happens when a man gets really invested in a woman? That’s right! He wants to mate!

You saw this coming from a mile away you can’t lie. It didn’t matter if his habits were more human or lizard he was still getting riled up by you. What man wouldn’t want a kind and caring woman who feeds him well and shows him unconditional love? It was only natural that Syzoth wanted to show you his love. He wanted to give you his children and protect you till his very last breath. But he understands that humans don’t work the same way. Your “mating rituals” are more complex while his could be seen as too animalistic even for you.

Is that gonna stop his natural instincts from kicking in? Fuck no. Nature is an unstoppable force and when it’s go time, it’s freaking go time.

You noticed the change in Syzoth. He was putting in a lot of effort to let you know he was attracted to you even though you knew that beforehand. The pheromones he produced in his natural form would not work on you so you had to go off of visual clues. While in his human form, he bobbed his head a lot and stomped the ground, causing things to shake. It caught your attention and you would stare at him while wondering if that was necessary. His green eyes would stare at you, waiting to see if you would run away or move into a certain position.

“It’s mating season already? Gosh, I should check on Blondi.” You teased Syzoth, acting like you wouldn’t help him before you got up from the couch.

Because you walked away, he took that as you playing hard to get. He gave chase. You were barely down the hallway before you felt his arm wrap around your waist. He put all his weight against your body, causing you to go down. He wasn’t forcing you down on the ground but he was aware that he was using his size to his advantage. You didn’t think he could hold this primal aggression inside of him.

Your chest was pressed against the floor as you felt him grind against you. He whined before saying,

“Now…now…I want you now.”

Syzoth sounded so desperate you wondered if it’s been a long time since he last mated with a woman. That might be why he was more aggressive than you imagined.

“Alright…we can do it now. Do you want to go-“

You were going to ask if he wanted to move this to your bedroom but he was already tearing off your clothes. He didn’t need all of them off he just needed yours and his pants off. He was back to pressing his body against you and you could feel his cock…cocks? Well, guess that answers that question you’ve had in the back of your mind.

One of his cocks pressed against your wet folds while the other rubbed against your clit. Your anatomies aren’t correct but he will make this work. He began pushing his cock inside of you, stretching you out with its thick size. You let out a gasp as your nails clawed at the hardwood floors. Syzoth saw your reaction and thought you might pull away. He decided to pull your shirt to the side and bite down on your shoulder to prevent you from running away. You let out a pained moan as you felt his teeth sink into your flesh. It wasn’t enough to break your skin but it would keep you in place.

His rhythm was constant yet primal. He never took a moment to cool down or take a breather. He kept going in and out as his other cock rubbed your clit. Precum dripped from the tip which landed on the floor. His saliva dripped down your shoulder as his hot breath heated your skin. He let out grunts and groans as he continued fucking you. You were so glad you didn’t have neighbors nearby because you could not handle the noise you were producing.

You knew Syzoth was no regular man but he still managed to blow your mind…and your back out. You didn’t realize that you were drooling and continuously scratching the floor. Your brain was mush from how good Syzoth was making you feel. You could never receive this love from any ordinary man. The only one who could make you a drooling mess and get your full permission to breed you is Syzoth.

His breath grew hotter and quicker. His thrusts grew sloppier. You knew he was close and so were you. You decided to give him a helping hand, literally, and used one of your hands to stroke his other cock. You felt him twitch and groan more before he started going rougher. He was fucking into you while also fucking your hand. He made you cum with him when his last thrust hit your g-spot and you both came. This hot wave ripped through you as your shoulder burned with pain. Syzoth tightened his hold on your waist to keep you in place as he came inside of you. It sure was a lot of cum based on the fact that your hand was covered in it. It still managed to make a mess of the floor.

You both were panting and sweating like you just finished a fight. Syzoth finally let go of your shoulder and licked the teeth marks to soothe your pain.

“You just couldn’t wait, could you?” You teased him.

“You knew what would happen once you walked away. You know me so well, I would think you would be smart enough to not play hard to get.” He teased back.

“I was messing with you, but it seems like that charade didn't last long.”

You both laughed before you tried to get up. Syzoth didn’t allow that. He kept all his weight on you while his arms were still wrapped around your waist. He didn’t pull out.

“Uh…I thought you were supposed to let me go right after we finished.”

“My love, I am more than just an animal. I still need attention. We will stay in this position for a long time.” He snuggled up to you with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Could we at least move this cuddle session to my bedroom?”

“No! Blondi shouldn’t know about this.”

Syzoth, what the fuck is the little lizard gonna do? The lizard doesn’t even understand the concept of dating.

Ever since you both met, he knew he could trust you. You never feared his true form. You loved both forms equally. You actually found it awesome and were fascinated by it. You would marvel at his long, strong tail. You would hold onto his face as you took in every detail like his sharp teeth or his slit eyes. You looked at him like he was the most beautiful creature you ever laid your eyes upon. For that, you gained his affection.

You were the one person he would visit when he went to Earthrealm. He would wait for you when you’d come to visit him in Outworld. He couldn’t get enough of you. You were like a juicy bug that he had no idea was induced with addictive drugs. He needed to see you the second you visited or the second he stepped into Earthrealm.

Of course, you two would develop a relationship. He was comfortable with you because you didn’t judge him. Even when he ate crickets in front of you, you never grimaced. You actually started buying him crickets for him to eat when he visited. Gosh, his heart melted and he knew you were the one for him. Not even his own people treated him this well.

You two became quite the talking point. Johnny was congratulating Syzoth for finding a wonderful lady like you. Kung Lao was quite jealous of him while Raiden told Kung Lao to just be happy for him. Even Liu Kang was happy to see that something good came into Syzoth’s life.

Trust me when I say you two were THE couple. Girls were jealous that you had a good man following you around, staring at you with love in his eyes. He would ask if you wanted him to do anything for you like carry you around if your feet got tired. No, he knows you can walk on your own. He wants to take care of you, that’s all. It’s all because of love.

When love combines with his Zatteran nature, he starts to act differently.

You started noticing Syzoth act differently after dating for half a year. This whole time he has been polite and sweet to you. The perfect gentleman really. But then he started getting frustrated, not with you but with himself. You couldn’t understand at first until you saw the signs. You heard him stomp his legs whenever you turned your back to him. Or he would bob his head before holding his neck like he was trying to stop himself from doing it again. You couldn’t miss those moments when you and Syzoth would cuddle and you felt his hands rub your belly. It wasn’t in circles but up and down like what one would do to a pregnant belly.

When you’d ask him what he was up to he would stop immediately before apologizing.

“I-I’m sorry, my beloved. I did not mean to disturb you.” He’d remove his hands from your stomach and go back to the cuddling position you two were in before.

“There’s no need to apologize. I was just curious.” You didn’t sound upset at all but he would refrain from telling you his true feelings.

The truth is…Syzoth wants to mate with you. He understands that humans don’t work the same as him regarding breeding. He doesn’t want to make you feel trapped or scare you away with his wants. You’re the first good thing he has gained since leaving Zattera. So he keeps to himself and pushes down his nature. Easier said than done.

More stomping, more head bobbing, more staring at your stomach. He’s damn near clawing the kitchen counter trying not to pounce on you when you turn your back to him. He started looking up at you with pleading eyes whenever he rested his head on your stomach. He was like a dog begging for a treat. He was begging you to have his babies. Yet his mouth wouldn’t move to ask you the question.

Syzoth grew sad quickly. Rubbing one out would not fulfill his needs. He couldn’t do anything with you because he knew he wouldn’t pullout. This irritation grew more and more every day. Since Syzoth wasn’t telling you what was wrong you thought it was a guy issue. You invited Johnny over to see if maybe he could get an answer out of him. And an answer he received the moment he sat down on the couch and asked him what was wrong.

“I cannot take it anymore, Johnny!” Syzoth grabbed Johnny by the collar of his shirt as he hissed out his words.

“Can’t take what? Relax, man. You’re acting desperate or something.” Johnny teased to lighten the mood, but after looking at Syzoth, he realized he was telling the truth.

“I-I want—I need…” Syzoth took a deep breath before continuing, “I want to breed her. I need to. I am unable to help it.” He pulled his hood down to hide his shameful eyes.

Johnny was doing his best to make Syzoth calm down. It didn’t help that he was not saying that it was normal but instead saying it’s just how he is because he is a huge lizard. Never ask this guy to comfort anyone.

Little did they know that you were just around the corner. You heard everything and were slightly shocked. You’re not oblivious to his animalistic nature but you thought he had it under control or even adapted to not having a breeding period. You’re not mad at him and you wanted to comfort him to let him know it was alright to feel that way. But you decided to wait. You didn’t want him to know you were listening. You would wait for Johnny to leave before confronting your boyfriend.

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Once Johnny left you told Syzoth to come to your bedroom as you had something to discuss. His heartbeat raced to the point it felt like it was thumping against his chest. He was concerned about what you had to say.

You began telling him about what you heard and you watched his face fill with shame. He was like a guilty puppy. Before you could finish and bring up your next point he was already on his knees, beginning for your forgiveness.

“I’m sorry. Please, don’t leave me. I will not force you to do any-“

“Syzoth!” You yelled which stopped Syzoth from rambling.

“I’m not mad at you. I was just surprised that this was something you wanted. I just wished you talked about it with me so we could have discussed it further.” Your hand went down so you could stroke his hair. He was still shocked but it calmed him a little.

Syzoth really should have said something. He should have known you wouldn’t judge him. If you could handle his real form you could handle his need to breed you. He sighed in relief as he let you pet him. That was until you spoke again.

“Now, how about we fix that little problem of yours?” You teased.

Syzoth looked up at you. At first you were unsure if you offended him. But then his large tail popped out and started pounding the ground. Yeah, he’s ready for this.

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Oh dear, he was holding back a lot. He’s an animal in bed, not literally but it will happen soon.

Syzoth was quick to take his clothes off. His two cocks were standing proud before diving into your warm pussy.

You stared into his eyes as he pounds into you, his second cock rubbing against your clit. The tip of his second cock tapped against your stomach every time he thrusted in. It left little droplets of precum on your stomach. The one that was in you felt like it was touching your stomach from the inside. He knew how to use it well.

He was rough but not fast. His mind was more on the goal of cumming deep inside of you. He can’t risk going fast and having it accidentally slip out. With each thrust, it reached places no guy had hit. But Syzoth isn’t your ordinary guy so why even be surprised?

He was watching every reaction you let out. He watched how your eyes rolled back before looking back at him. He watched you struggle to keep yourself quiet by biting your lip. Meanwhile in his mind he was already imagining you becoming more plump as you carry his children. He would be there to protect you and the babies, however many there would be. He’ll take care of everything so you don’t have to lift a finger. All you would have to do is stay healthy and be his beautiful woman. And soon, he’ll make you his wife.

But let’s get through the baby making first before getting to that.

Syzoth moved your legs to lay on his shoulders. It gave him easier access to go deeper and you felt that immediately. He shoved himself deeper until you were seeing stars every time he hit your g-spot. Or those could have been halos from the heavens above. Anything works, the fact was he was making you his. The closeness was nice as well. Feeling his skin against yours as you burn up like a sinner. It was intimate and it was passionate.

Somehow your mind could not process the fact that you were about to cum until it was too late. One second you were giving your usual moans and pants, the next your head went back and you were clenching the sheets as the orgasm hit you. It took your breath away, causing you to only focus on how it came in waves. Your pussy was clenching around his cock while your clit grew sensitive to his other cock rubbing against it. He stopped once he realized you came.

You took a moment to catch your breath. There was a slight smile on your face from the burst of dopamine you just received. You were about to ask Syzoth if he was good until you realized he never came. You became puzzled and were about to ask him what was the matter. He pulled out and flipped you on your stomach.

Alright, now here’s the fun part.

You didn’t know what Syzoth was doing until the bed creaked as if something huge was just dropped on it. No, he can’t be.

You felt him press against your back, feeling rough scales come into contact with your skin. Large hands wrapped around your hips with claws that were slightly digging into them. He nuzzled his large head against yours to keep you calm. That wasn’t necessary because you already felt calm. You were surprised that you weren’t at all freaked out by what was about to happen. But you trusted Syzoth to not hurt you. You knew he would be gentle and make sure you had a good time.

Your hand went up to give his head a light pat. He let out a low growl that rumbled his chest. You felt a much bigger pair of cocks press against your already sensitive pussy. It gathered some of your wetness before slowly slipping in. Your hands gripped your pillows as you felt it stretch you out. What you weren’t ready for was the ridges. The base was ridged. That’s a new texture that no human man can provide you.

Your legs immediately turned to jello from the feeling it provided. Not to mention the other cock was rubbing against your clit again, this time with a more bumpy texture. Don’t worry, Syzoth has a good hold on your hips. So just relax and enjoy the ride.

Nothing in that room was quiet. The bed squeaked with every movement you two made. Syzoth was letting off low rumbles as he felt your warm pussy squeeze around him. And you? Heh, your voice is gonna be hoarse in the morning. The pillow could only do so much to silence your moans. You occasionally had to lift your head up to breathe better and that’s when your moans were heard the most. The prettiest sound Syzoth would ever hear. The sounds of birds could never compare.

You began to pull away from him to relieve yourself of being overstimulated. You could already feel your eyes watering up from the pleasure being too much for you. But Syzoth won’t let you get away. You are gonna stay there and take it all. He pulled you back roughly which made you see those bright lights again. You soon felt his sharp teeth prick the skin on your shoulder. He slowly pressed them down but not enough to break your skin. For once throughout this whole debacle you felt some fear. But that fear turned to pleasure once you realized you liked it. You liked how he was so close to fully biting you just to make you stay. It’s safer to accept what’s about to happen.

Tears began to slip down your cheeks. Drool slowly dribbled past your lips and down your chin. Your pussy was a dripping mess. You’re a dripping mess.

Wet, squishy sounds were heard every time Syzoth thrusted in. You couldn’t hear it over your own moans but you could feel how easily he was slipping in and out. One of his clawed hands reached forward to grip one of your breasts. His claws dug into the round flesh but never pierced it. He could already imagine how big they would get once they fill up with milk. He wouldn’t mind getting a taste of it for himself. He knows you’ll produce enough for the babies and him. Oh gosh, the thoughts are really getting to him.

You felt his thrusts become sluggish and his growls become deeper. You knew he would cum soon. Thank goodness, you couldn’t tell if you would last any longer.

A few more thrusts and he was soon filling your pussy with his cum. It was really filling you up. It’s a large cock what else could you expect. His other cock was shooting some cum out as well which painted your stomach and tits. It also landed on the sheets which is fine he will clean it up later.

Syzoth pulled out and watched some of his cum pour out of you. It fell onto the sheets and dripped down your thighs. You fell to your side and let out a sigh of relief. It’s over, what an experience for you.

Syzoth went behind you to cuddle you, still in his true form. His tail wrapped up and pressed against your front. It was like he was already preparing to cradle that big belly that would soon form. You found it cute and brought his tail closer to you. You begin to pass out, feeling his warm breath blow behind you.

Now, you’re not too sure if birth control will work with Zatteran cum. Guess you will find out soon.

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AND IT DOES NOT!

That little pill was not gonna work with that large amount of cum. Which is fine, it worked out for Syzoth in the end.

He was ecstatic to become a father once more. He will make sure to protect you well and keep your baby safe. He made sure to do everything for you even though he couldn’t do the laundry, cook, go grocery shopping…okay he did the best he could. You wanted to do things yourself anyway. Pregnant women gotta stay strong and active. You appreciated his efforts though.

In the end, it was worth it. Seeing his eyes sparkle whenever he looked at your pregnant belly was something unforgettable. The love he has for you grows stronger every day. He can’t thank you enough for giving him a family.

And it could have happened quicker IF HE JUST FREAKING SAID IT.

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All four of the men walked through the wooded forest of the mountains. They followed a trail of plants that were missing their colors. Roses, berries, mushrooms, and leaves. All of them had two holes left behind. Johnny took a look at one of the mushrooms and saw how deep the puncture wound went. He grimaced at the thought of being bitten by the possible vaeternian that was doing this.

“Damn, I really hope we don’t come across this thing.”

“Better to catch it now than let it roam around and believe it can do whatever it wants.” Kung Lao replied to Johnny’s worry.

“What is it, Cage? Afraid to be bit?” Kenshi teased his friend.

“Johnny’s concerns are reasonable,” Raiden advocated for him, “But we should try to capture whatever this thing is. Even if it is not a vaeternian it is something else that doesn’t mind sinking its teeth into things.”

It doesn’t help Johnny’s nerves that they were wearing the same outfits they wore when hunting down Shang Tsung. The outfits were made to lessen any possible injuries. His face is still open though! What’s gonna stop this creature from taking a bite out of his nose and sucking him dry…pause.

If a mosquito can find an opening, so could a vaeturnian, if this is a vaeturnian.

The further they walked the more they saw the flora missing its color. Raiden and Kung Lao began to recognize something. All of the plants and fruit they had seen would have been red. Everything else had been left alone. They give each other a look before looking at Kenshi. It might have been a bad move to let him wander with a coat that was almost all red. He is literally a walking platter of food for whatever is out there. It certainly isn’t a vaeturnian but it has vampiric elements.

They were passing by a cave before Johnny stopped them, “Woah, you guys better take a look at this.”

The three stepped back and looked at where Johnny shined his light. Further in the cave was evidence that there was someone staying there. There was literally a house in the cave. It looked a little rundown, but it wasn’t in any bad shape. The true evidence that showed that someone was there was the pile of rose petals. Half of the rose petals have been drained of their color.

“Nope, nope, nope.” Johnny wanted to turn back but Raiden stopped him.

“We have to finish our investigation, Johnny.”

“Do you not see what I’m seeing? That’s a trap. It’s a trap to lure us in and when we are deep into the cave whatever is in there is gonna bite the back of our necks.”

“You should stop using your phone. All those conspiracy theories are making you paranoid. This is not one of those “liminal spaces” you talk about.” Kung Lao mocked Johnny for being so afraid.  

While those idiots argued about what to do Kenshi stood there in confusion. His vision could only make him see so far. He didn’t see what everyone else saw. He didn’t even know that the flowers and fruit were missing colors.

It didn’t matter. All he wanted to do was end this mess. He took out Sento and carefully made his way into the cave while everyone else kept arguing. The further he went the more he saw the house. The feeling of being watched hit him hard and he feared he might have walked into something dangerous. His head looked up and saw…

“Huh?”

A being. A human being or so he thinks. All he can see is someone upside down with their feet planted on the rock ceiling. He couldn’t see many details since he could only see the blue outline of the body. He stared in awe as he tried to figure out what was going on. That left Kenshi wide open to the mouth of a ferocious beast.

The head of this creature turned slowly towards him. The creature lunged at him before Kenshi could bring Sento up to protect him. Its body collided with his and he was knocked to the ground. Its mouth opened wide and Kenshi could see the razor-sharp fangs. He heard Johnny yell out to him.

“KENSHI!!”

Down the fangs came onto Kenshi’s…clothes…?

Wait what? Hold on, did I misread that? Ah, okay, this was more dramatic on his end than yours. Let’s step back a bit and get your side of the story.

You are no vaeturnian, you’re just a chill vampire. You look the role and play the role except you have an easier time when it comes to feasting. You don’t need to go out hunting every night for a human body to suck the blood out of nor do you need to pin down a bear and drink its blood. You have it easier by only needing to drink anything red.

It’s way more pleasant than blood. Blood is metallic and the taste stays longer than you would like. But when it’s something like berries or rose petals, it’s much more flavorful. It’s floral, it’s bitter, it’s sweet, it’s way better than blood.

You declared yourself a “vegetarian”. No drinking blood, only the color red. You wandered around the land trying to find new objects that had the color red to them. You found that being near the Wu Shi Academy was beneficial because of the many plants that were around and the clothes they left out to dry.

Oh you scoundrel, no wonder some of Kung Lao’s clothes were losing color. You couldn’t help it. Once you realized clothes had a whole different taste you had to try whatever you could. Kung Lao was like a sweet lychee to you. He was your favorite to feast on.

The little bit you could get from Raiden was alright. He would taste like blood orange if his amulet wasn’t involved. He was way too metallic with all that lightning he was producing. On the rare occasion you got to steal from Johnny he had a red wine taste to him. It’s sweet but could use more aging than he would be perfect.

You never got the chance to try Kenshi however. It’s a shame. You saw how he always wore red but he never left his clothes out to dry. It must be his expensive taste and how his clothes need dry cleaning kind of care. He just looked so tasty with all that red he wore. You thought you would never get the chance to taste that delicious man. So you sulked in your cold and lonely cave, drinking from the same old things.

Your wishes must have been heard since you heard people approaching your cave. You went into hiding by crawling on the cave ceiling and hiding behind a stalactite. You peeked to see who your mysterious visitors were. You were unable to see them until

gasp Kenshi?! All in red? What a treat!

You walked out from behind the stalactite to get a better view of him. That’s when he peered up at you with that lovely red cloth covering his eyes. This was it. This was your big moment to finally get a taste of him.

You lunged at him with a wide smile on your face. You were on him in an instant with your teeth ready to snag onto his coat. You heard the yell that Johnny let out but paid no mind to it. Down you snapped your mouth on his coat and began to suck the color right off of it.

Kenshi was rightfully confused. All he could see was you nibbling on his coat. He couldn’t see how the cherry red color was slowly draining from his clothes, leaving only a pale gray color. Johnny was the first to run over to Kenshi and you. He shined the light at you guys so he could see what was going on. He was perplexed by the spectacle in front of him. You were not harming Kenshi at all. You were harming his clothes more than anything.

“Wh-What is she doing?” Kenshi asked.

Johnny stayed silent as he struggled to explain the situation to the blind swordsman. How could he logically explain that all the color in his clothes was draining away? Raiden and Kung Lao came running, only to be stunned by the situation at hand.

“Would anyone like to tell me what is going on?” Kenshi asked once more, sounding more aggravated this time.

“She seems to be…uh…” Raiden was struggling to tell Kenshi the truth without upsetting him. Don’t worry, Kung Lao will say it.

“She is sucking the color right out of your clothes.”

“WHAT!?”

Just as you were about to finish sucking the last of the cherry red color, you felt the back of your head being hit with something. It made a loud thunk noise and you finally unlatched your jaw. You backed away while rubbing the spot where you got hit. You assumed that Kenshi hit you with the handle of Sento.

The men helped Kenshi up and looked at the damage you have done. All of the color in his coat was drained. There were only a few items of clothing that still had their red color. It’s not a bad look on him but that doesn’t help the fact that your actions were uncalled for. You hadn’t the slightest bit of guilt on your face. You seemed happy and full. Very gluttonous of you

“What was that?” Johnny asked.

“What was what?”

“That! That thing you did to Kenshi! How did you suck the color off his clothes?” Johnny’s concerns were echoing through the cave.

“Johnny, I think that is her ability. I think she can drink anything that is red.” What would these idiots do without Raiden?

You nodded your head, agreeing with Raiden’s spot on observation.

“So, if you drink red things, why have fangs if they are not used to cut through flesh?”

“You can’t drink soda without popping a hole in it. I need an entrance to suck the color out.” You answered Kung Lao with as much attitude as you could provide because his question was just stupid.

“So just to be one hundred percent with you, you weren’t trying to suck the blood out of Kenshi?”

This moment was weirdly incomprehensible to Johnny. He has never encountered a vampire creature that only sucked the color out of things.

“Clearly not! I don’t even like blood. The color red is much sweeter. He was really sweet, like uh cherry cola kind of sweet.”

There was silence for only five seconds. In those five seconds, the men found this situation a bit funnier, except for Kenshi. They realized there was nothing to worry about. You were an extremely harmless vampire who only sucks the red out of things.

“Wonderful…I think we can return to Liu Kang now. We can tell him that the culprit has been found.” Kenshi turned away from everyone and started to walk off. He put Sento away and walked with his fist clenched tightly. This day was just too weird for the men but it sure would be an interesting story to tell Liu Kang.

“Wait!” You called out to Kenshi.

He stopped for a second, hoping to hear an apology come from your red-stained lips. It could be about ruining his clothes, or pouncing on him, or even worrying everyone. But instead, you decided to say.

“Can I drink the red part of your shoes?”

“Haven’t you had enough?” Give Kenshi a break, please.