#kabal x reader

Yeah you tended to bite your finger, a pen, your thumb or whatever, but he didn't really pay much mind to it. You were functioning and not much was out of the blue, since it seemed so normal, but the more you two get closer and more personal, I feel he'd notice it more than a sore thumb (ba dum tss) (sorry)

It started small. Your finger. Ok, he's done it before and knows people who does it from time to time.

Then it moved to other objects. Strange, he started to think, but oh well, it didn't seem that big of an issue.

Then he started to notice that every single interaction between the two of you included you nibbling or biting on something! *gasp*

He's not gonna lie, he found it a bit bizarre at first. Why would you be putting things in your mouth, and biting on them? (YOU CANT TALK ABOUT HYGIENE, AUSSIE MAN, YOU PISS EVERYWHERE)

Kano'd confront you about it casually, maybe you two are walking together, or you're talking across from each other just hanging out. The moment he sees you bite on something that isn't food, he'd go: "Why do you do that, toots?" He'd gesture to your mouth, "I ain't judgin', but why you leavin' marks all over the place?"

You'd then have to explain to him that sometimes your mind gets too overwhelmed, and moving the pressure onto the jaw takes away the pressure in the head. He starts to get it then.

Would 100% buy you fidget toys just so that you don't train yourself to bite things to deal with stress. Fidget spinners, yoyos, puzzles, music and all the like that can combat or even distract you from your struggles, he's buying it without a second thought.

And, come on, look at this mannnnnnnnnnn. LOOK AT THIS BEAR. Kano would urge you to tell you why you're stressed in the first place. If it's grades (if you're in college), if it's incompetent workers or unfair shifts in your job, or if it's just the weight and speed of life caving in on you --Kano's your guy.

"Come onnnn, love... You know me, you know what I do, I can help you easily! Now what's got you all wrapped in a bunch, hm?"

If Kano saw you starting to bite more often, he'd swiftly go over to you and soothe you. "It's alright, love, it will allll be alright. Don't sweat it, let me help you..." He'd whisper into your ear, resting your head on his shoulder as he rubbed your arms, gently pushing away whatever it was you were biting.

BUT IF YOU BITE JUST SUBCONSCIOUSLY (like me fr 🙏) Then it's a whole other thing.

I'd love to imagine that he buys you silicone chew necklaces (i want one ughhhhhhhrfwdiawdiuashdi) in all colors and sizes and scents if you want variation.

I feel like it would be a bit harder for him to deal with/figure out because it doesn't stem from anything, you just do it.

If he sees you start to lift something to your mouth to bite on it, he'd swiftly go over to you, (lovingly) slap it away from your teeth and just put the necklace in your mouth.

"Ah ah ah! Nooooo don't bite your pen, use your necklace!"

If your biting tendencies translate to love bites, then it's a whole 180. He doesn't like it.

...

OR DOES HE- *gets shot*

So you wanna nom nom on a mass murderer and omnicidal sadist? Love that for you.

Let us first address the elephant, no, the WHALE in the room that is Kano's arms. It's free game right there

We ALL see it, you can't deny the guns on that man. Untapped territory goes wild.

Imagine you two are just hugging normally on the couch, arms intertwined with one another, taking in each other's scent, totally immersed in relaxation

AWWW SO CUTE AND ROMANTIC. anyways you open your eyes and put your head on his chest, but your eyes immediately flock to the absolute wall that is his bicep

THE TATTOOS ON THIS MAN. Like wisps. Like sirens, beckoning you into the sea. You adjust your head closer and he thinks not much of it, until he's met with a small but tight nibble.

"OY WHAT IN THE FUCK" He'd exclaim, jolting from yall's romance, (which he so rudely interrupted with his outburst 🙄). He looks at you and sees your teeth on his arm, just kinda lying down there and looking up at him like nothing was wrong.

"Hmph," he'd grunt, "Well excuse me but I'd appreciate it if you took my fuckin' arm out yer damn mouth"

You'd sigh in disappointment, going back to lie down against his chest, holding his hands, which he obliges to

big mistake

just a few seconds later your biting on the length of his fingers, not deeply, but just nibbling.

"Why are ye doing this? I don't get it. Don't bite me..." He'd snap, but not angrily, more of stunned and confused.

For the first few times you'd do it, he's convinced he doesn't like it. But a small kindle in him, like an intrusive thought, keeps questioning and interrogating.

"Are ye sure you don't like it? Aww you just don' wanna get flustered in front of them!"

He'd scoff these thoughts away, and you'd assume that it was a hard no on love bites. Until...

You notice that he's purposefully wearing things without sleeves whenever you're nearby. You also realize that he starts to angle his body in a way where his biceps are right in front of your face; and not to mention the fact that he stops wearing gloves whenever you're holding his hand. He'd put his hands on your cheek, or moving hair away from your face, his fingers veryyyyy conviniently grazing past your lips.

Hmmmm... food for thought.

One day, you'd eventually just shrug and take your chances.

You held his hand, brought up his finger and nibbled on it, making sure your teeth were tucked behind your lips. He didn't stop you, he didn't even pay attention to it.

The bones in his fingers were straight, not limp, almost as if he was offering his fingers for your biting pleasures.

Hmmmm...

mercenary country bumpkin hot guy

If you're stressed about something and you start to bring your thumb/pointer/middle finger/ring finger/pinky/hand/boot up to your mouth to bite, this man IMMEDIATELY sees it

Come on. He canonically shoots buzzards without looking AND is an assasin, this dude's eyes and intellect are unmatched.

This man's keen vision has already figured out that you're stressed, what you're stressed about, how the stress manifests, and can tell WHEN you're stressed (before you even say or do anything)

"Hold it right there, mister/missy/sugar." He'd interrupt before anything can enter your mouth, "take that ___ away from your goddamn mouth"

It can sound like he's mad, but he's really not :3 He either sounds horny or ptfo with everything with no in between, so don't feel even more stressed that he's mad with you.

He just doesn't want you to form that addiction/foster that problem. aww so sweet (i wanna bite him)

Since he now knows that you get stressed and they can have detrimental(?) effects on the physical, he knows to balance out his resting bitch face and show you he cares.

For example, his boyfriend senses goes off roughly 10 minutes before your next bite, and thus goes over to you, no matter how far away you are from him, and give you a candy before you can even lift your hand

How in the jawbreaking fuck does he do it? You have no clue. He must've gotten some imaginary hold on invisible CCTVs from the future to be able to figure out your mannerisms with SUCH ACCURACY.

I can just imagine you just sitting down on the bench, drained from rushing impulsive thoughts of your struggles, just on the verge of a breakdown. You bring up your hand to bite on your thumb, when out of nowhere a gloved hand gives you an already unwrapped lollipop (I say already unwrapped cuz ngl those chupa chups be hard asf to open).

You look up at your man to just see him towering over you, guns on his back, and giving you a strawberry caramel flavored lollipop.

"How did yo-" "I'm your man, I always know."

Once he sees you put it in your mouth, then he gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and cheek, then turns to leave.

You have to respect the grind and punctuality of murderous Mr. Cotton Eye Joe over here; he's got you covered beyond realms.

But if you're neurodivergent or you're just hyperactive, then this man is on DOUBLE watch.

Before he leaves you alone, he's arming you with lollipops, gum, chips, and a (loving) death glare to not bite. Ofc he also gives you water and an apple cuz he values ur health <3

Tbh he's only giving you "junk" because he doesn't know any other finger foods that aren't, until he stumbles upon that one dark fact tiktoks (we all know those infest his fyp) that says the teeth can easily bite through your finger like it can a carrot.

computing... computing... computing... COMPUTED

You kiss each other the next day, and he hands something to you, a tupperware.

Huh, that's strange. you think to yourself. Candy doesn't come in tupperware!

Well isn't that a nobel peace prize in the distance, dumbass (lovingly <3) IT ISNT CANDY

You open that motherfucker up to see... I kid you not... Sliced carrots, sauteed with soy sauce.

*collapses on the floor* (this is just self indulgence for my asian ass)

Just as a cherry on top, they're all sliced to be approximately the same size as the finger you bite the most. so...

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Why does he take it so seriously?

If you ask him that, he would honestly be insulted, offended and disrespected, he'd look mad (take a wild guess. He isn't).

I mean I CAN'T BLAME HIM. Let's take a look at you: talented, gorgeous, etheral, kind, loving, the lohl, perfect. You biting on yourself or something harms your teeth structure in jaw, which if we were to translate to Erron Blackese: You're harming yourself.

That just won't do because thou shalt not desecrate the thing he adores the most in the world, so boom that's why he gaf.

Now now now, dear people, if this were to be in love bites. This man will volunteer.

Since this man is a trad simp, that means he is willing to do whatever so that you don't hurt yourself (or what he thinks that is in his translations 😒...)

So if you were to just be cuddling and loving on the couch, cozy as shit and just snuggling like birds. He'd just be lying down, half asleep and half trying to enjoy the time he has with you, when all of a sudden... *nom nom nom*

Since this mf deals with guns and whatnot, i'm gonna take an educated guess and say that it's kinda numb on his arms (yknow from all the shakin). And along with the fact you were hiding your teeth behind your lips, I don't think he'd notice it that much.

In his head, he was way stronger and much more capable to deal with the "effects" of bites than you were (wowwwww ok ic how it is ERRON), he just shrugged and let you do it.

"Yeah, sure, fine, whatever. As long as it ain't on you, bite as much as you want, I don't give a rat's ass..."

Like Kano, you'd find him offering you his hands more to nibble on. He finds it ticklish.

I LOVE THIS MAN YOOOOOOO

SPEEDY MCGEE

AHHHHHHH

AHHHHHHH

AHHHHHHH

AHHHHHHH

SPEEDY MCGEE MY MANNNN MY HOMIEEEEE

Since he's *ahem ahem* more youthful, than the two other idiots (lovingly), he'd go about this much more understandingly.

The first time he sees you bite something, he just thinks you're bored. He sees it as your beige flag and doesn't think that much of it. But he does take a mental note of it.

Once he starts to notice you biting objects way more often than you should, he starts to get weirded out. Not weirded out at you, but like there was an enigmatic undertone that he could not put his finger on.

I'd think he's a bit awkward I the first few times of realization to ask you about it (bbg 🙏🙏🙏), but he is actually worried about why you do it.

100% went on Google about reasons why you might bite things, and ends up discovering Pica disorder. Needless to say, he got frantic about it, and the next day you don't find any paper clips, coins, loose metal or any small, sharp things

If you just so happened to need one of these things, when you go up to him and ask if he has any, he would probably be running whole MARATHONS internally, thinking you were gonna eat them.

When you two are just hanging out like the lovers you two are (love that), he lets his guard down.

Big. Mistake. Speedster.

Lets say you two were having coffee in your shared home (or his apartment if u don't live together). You both are sitting next to each other on the coffee table, holding hands and shit.

You lay your head on his shoulder, just being all comfy and stuff, holding your hand close to your chest to feel warmth. Your mind kinda drifts away like a log in a current, and you start randomly daydreaming of things that could go wrong (same)

You start thinking about your job, your future, your Hobbies, your home, or your life, getting wrapped up in your paranoia that you partly lose consciousness of your jaw

"Uhm... excuse me, do you...mind?" You hear the voice of Fast Fine Shyt™️ snap you back to reality. You look down and see that you were just biting on the tip of his two fingers, his hand held down by both of yours. You look up at him to see a horrified look, drizzled with fear on the poor man's face.

My mans thought you were a Tarkatan anomaly, and he didn't know whether or not to square up or freeze and hope you don't take chomp. He chose the latter.

I can't blame him. The way you were holding his hand like a snack handle genuinely looked like you were gonna bite his hands off. You weren't a sloppy biter though, it was more of weird than dirty.

"Oh my god oh my god I'm I'm sorry!!" You blurt out apologies rubbing his hand and setting it down. He chuckles, not responding, but the way his laugh trails off makes you think he was just relieved you didn't bite off his hand.

After that day, he monitored you 24/7. He'd spy on you from a corner, scrutinizing your every move, trying to guess what you'd do next. When you're holding big things like plates, books, your phone etc., he doesn't do anything.

But the moment he sees you hold something smaller and thinner, he speeds over, yanking it from your hand.

Doesn't fucking matter what it is 💀 you could be stirring your drink with a teaspoon and he'd run over, grabbing the teaspoon from you and stirring it, handing your drink back to you with peering eyes, confiscating the spoon.

You could be WRITING SOMETHING DOWN in a notepad and he'd rush over, grabbing the pen.

"This is a bit too much, don't you think?"

"Shut up. Here, tell me what you were gonna write, I'll do it for you."

Ironically, you're more weirded out about the situation than he is.

Since you're a legend who stands up for themselves, you decide to inquire about why he's acting weird one day.

The moment you ask why he's acting strange, he'd freeze for what feels like an hour, before exploding with worry about you eating screws and getting hurt. Not to mention how he's concerned you're gonna become a cannibal (you don't know it, but the coffee table incident wasn't the only time you were biting him)

You just kinda look at him funny🧍‍♂️

And then it clicks.

"Ohhhhhhh the biting!". "YES THE BITING". "Oh! I just do it when I get stressed.". "..."

KABAL YOU DOOFUS JUST ASKKKKKK

Anyways, he's way more relaxed than before, but still 100% cuz WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE THIS STRESSED ALL THE TIME?!?!?!?

If you're stressed about something, oh prepare to have this therapist swooping right by your side.

If you're paralyzed with swarming thoughts, brain flicked off, the only thing moving is your hand for you to bite on, this man notices.

"Heyy... heyy..." he'd say, gently, "Are you okay, darling? What's wrong?"

This man is sensitive and emotional, he ain't afraid to get down on his knees to show you he cares. If you're like me and you feel like your stress is too much to be other people's problems, he'd laugh in your face (lovingly)

"Darling..." He'd smile at you, holding you close, "I kill people. Nothing you can say will faze or even be an inconvenience in the slightest to me! And if it is... well, I'd be damned rather than let my baby go through that alone."

(SORRY BUT THE THOUGHT OF HIM SAYING "Darling, I kill people :)" IS FMUUUUU)

Is prepared to hold you close and not let go until you tell him what's wrong. If you tell him you're fine and you truly don't need to talk, he'd allow you to go on with your day, but he'd make it clear as Norwegian water that you can always go to him no matter what.

But if you do talk to him and open up about it, his playful jocose attitude will wither away; only kind and understanding Kabal is left.

No matter how miniscule or serious; no matter how short or complicated, he will listen, not once showing signs of losing interest or focus. Bro is locked in for his love

Once you're done, he'd continue to dissect your problem with you until both you and him understand how you feel. He'd then go on to explain why he doesn't want you to bite things, and how he thinks it's harmful to not verbalize your struggles, no matter how insignificant it may seem.

This heart to heart between the two of you honestly tanked the rate of your bites. You'd find yourself going to him more and more frequently, relying less on letting your thoughts linger negatively, and starting to go to people who loved and cared for you.

He's overjoyed, to say the least.

But if you're an ADHD person, then he's got just the thing.

lets be real with ourselves here. He has it too.

If you're just hyperactive and you need that constant stimulus to just feel something, then his master plan is to distract you.

Oh, what's that? You were gonna bite your finger? Nope! He grabbed both of your hands and forced you to dance with him, making sure to be extra left-footed to make you laugh and forget to bite at all.

I'm a firm believer that he would now offer his hand (or his arm if he's feeling frisky) to use as a replacement. Literally gnaw on them all you want, as long as it isn't you you're biting, he's fine with it.

Were you gonna bite something else? He'd stop you dead in your tracks and ask you a profound and useless question, just to interrupt your train of attention.

You're listening to music, just vibing to the sounds of the bass, completely immersed in the instruments and this figure you were doodling for fun.

Oh what if this was a dog? one two three four, star shapes, angelic connections, train stations in Paraguay... uhhhhhh... should I become a hyperpolyglot? I should make a list. Yeah... I'll make a list. You set your pen on paper, making a haphazard list of random languages you thought were cool, until you reached a dead end. I should learn 15 languages, but I only have 12... three more... three more... hmm...

You bring up your pen to your teeth.

"HEY Y/N!" The charismatic, loving voice called out. You turned your head to Kabal.

"If the show is called Alvin and the Chipmunks, does that mean Alvin isn't a chipmunk himself?"

"I---" You stammer, your brain trying to come up with a solution only for an even weirder one to reform into a question.

Kabal chuckles, walking over to you and giving you a kiss on the forehead, nose, and lips, holding your hands.

"Don't worry about it." He then leaves. Huh... random

Oh! Arabic! That's a good language... You suddenly remember your train of thought.

You turn back to your paper to write it down, but...

"Where the fuck did my pen go?!"

Cue Kabal snickering on the other side of the room.

AUTHORS NOTES:

And who would throw that after a while, the ring appeared and a private wedding was on the way. Which Kabal was doubting to even mention it to Kano and the black dragon since you both knew how they were, specially at parties. But you help him decide.

Thankfully it was a day of joy and love as kisses and promises were made, he was already a gentleman since you two meet, and even if the sketchy business were the as his job ((you could be part of it too)), he told you he will make sure you have a peaceful life and your a future child if you ever had one.

And guess what? you two talked about it and decided to bring a baby to the world birth or adoption). And some time ago you had a precious baby girl, that now you hold in your arms in the early morning.

Even at Kano’s protest saying Kabal should be working his ass off instead of playing perfect fatherhood, Kabal pay no attention, working for the money to provide for you all and taking his time on the dirty field giving you and your baby the time and attention you deserve, you two being his top priority now. ((He’ll have to deal with an annoyed Kano later, but it’s not like the Aussie is not always annoying)).

You were on your shared bed, not taking your eyes off of your baby girl as she sleeps, eyes closed with her pacifier on mouth as you smiled lovingly at the precious bundle of joy and love.

Kabal was snoring beside you, sleeping on his stomach with one arm under his pillow and some drool on the corner of his mouth as you had to hold a laugh at the sight.

They were totally daughter and father of how long and sleep they can sleep.

Laying your little baby beside Kabal’s head, you watched as she started to open her tiny eyes and move a little, waking up. And just like a parent alarm, Kabal started to open his eyes disoriented, but smiling sleepy seeing his precious daughter beside his face.

“There’s my girl” He caressed her stomach gently “Our little princess”

He gave your thigh a loving squeeze as you both shared a good morning, while he moved a little to lay on his back, bringing his baby to lay down on his chest to feel her close as her tiny baby sounds were too adorable for him, his smile not fading.

“Did you two sleep well?” He looked at you and then back to their princess as you nodded.

“Me? Perfectly, and she? A deep sleeper like her dad” You chuckled smiling as he gave a sleepy laugh.

“Of course she is, Look at her” Both watched her squirming on her father's chest a little, seeing her face was starting to get a little red and her pacifier forgotten with a trembling bottom lip.

“oh-” He started to pat her bottom gently, hearing her start to cry a little, trying to calm her and using his thumb gently, seeing her mouth sucking around his finger, clearly hungry already and not a diaper change in sight....yet.

Even if you loved a good shower right now, you were going to hurry to make a bottle, but stopped when Kabal grabbed your waist gently.

“Go take the shower, don’t worry, i’m taking her and making her a bottle, we’ll wait for you on the kitchen, gorgeous” Smiling at him thankful, you two shared a peck as he took the newborn gently on his chest and help her calm down, going directly to the kitchen.

—

After a good shower and waking up fully in the morning, you went to the kitchen smiling lovingly at the domestic sight, stop to admire it a little more.

Kabal was giving your daughter her milk bottle as he paced gently, not moving his eyes from her making sure she is well fed.

“poor thing, she was truly hungry?” Coming to them, you rested your head on Kabal's arm caressing his back as he nodded.

“We were enjoying too much lovey morning time as she was asking for a buffet already” He chuckled taking the empty bottle way and start helping her to burp careful “We should start feeding her first in the morning and then we can act all loving” 

hearing her burp, he laughed as you follow shaking your head a little and went to star breakfast for you two, until a smell hit your nose as Kabal noticed too.

************************************************************************ She was screwed; royally and unequivocally screwed. She’d volunteered for this mission because it should have been easy. Sneak into the black dragon’s warehouse, get eyes on the goods, and get out. A simple, easy mission for someone of her particular skill set yet it had gone ass over tea kettle really fucking fast. She ducked around a corner, listening to the sound of the thundering footsteps that pursued her. To her left was a dark room, door ajar, and Y/n slid through, quietly shutting the door behind her.

She managed to shut the door without so much as a click, her eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. She heard Tremor thundering past the closed door and held her breath, afraid to so much as breathe to give away her hiding place. She took a quick assessment of her situation, noticing a half-boarded window on the far side of the room. The soft light filtering in was definitely natural; an exit! She crept quietly across the room, careful to avoid obstacles. The floor was littered with junk and scrap and general detritus one might expect from a dingy warehouse owned by black market thugs.

“She must have ducked into another room!” Y/n heard Kano shouting and picked up her pace. She figured she only had a few minutes at most before she was discovered and at least outside she could radio for help. The walls had been lined with something that caused interference as her radio proved ineffective. She reached the window without making any noise. She assessed the hole between the boards critically. The space was small, but she figured she could just squeeze through. She tested the board above the window sill but it wasn’t moving without considerable force and she would have to move quickly if she pried it off.

She heard slamming noises close by, heard swearing and shouting and the thundering footsteps of Tremor shaking the very walls and made her decision. She wedged herself though the window, had to wiggle to get her shoulders through, then her breasts, bracing herself on the window to pry herself out. She reached her waist, cursing her wide hips as she struggled to fit through the hole. When she was nearly free she let out a sigh of relief, before she heard a tearing sound and a sudden resistance. Her belt was caught on the boards.

“Shit not now!” She growled. She couldn’t reach through to feel what she was caught against and she heard another loud bang, the shouting echoing through the hangar-esque room. “Fuck!” She tried to push back in, at least to give herself a fighting chance, but whatever had hooked her resisted her moving that way too. She heard Kano let out a sharp, echoing laugh as she fought to pull herself free.

“Got yer fat ass stuck there did ya, Sheila?” Kano cackled as he came to a halt just out of reach of her flailing legs. “So fucking close to freedom too.” He skirted around to the side, avoiding a kick as he brought the flat of his hand down against her admittedly plump ass, pleased when he heard her yelp filter in from outside.. “Quite the predicament she’s in eh, Tremor?”

“She’s certainly not going anywhere.” Tremor replied, grabbing one of her ankles as she kicked out again. Kano wrapped an arm around her other leg and laughed harder as she began to struggle harder. "Fixing to get hurt if she keeps this up." He added, his grip on her leg painfully tight. 

Y/n knew it was over, she was caught, but there was still a chance if she could just find the right leverage. She heard the wood splinter and felt her heart sore with victory until two more black dragon goons appeared around the side of the building. It was Erron Black followed by Kabal, who put on his thrusters the second he saw her, coming to a stop just a foot away from her head.

Erron let out a low whistle, sauntering up beside Kabal as he holstered his gun and Y/n felt that small shimmer of hope fizzle and die. She glared at Kano's minions as she cursed her luck. Her gut was starting to ache from the pressure of the window ledge and Tremor's death grip on her ankle was starting to grind the bones. 

"We got eyes on her out here boss." Erron hollered as he and Kabal glanced at each other, humor lighting up their eyes. Erron reached out, ripping her gun from its holster as well as stripping her of her knife and other equipment. She let it happen, knowing there was literally nowhere for her to run. 

"Okay. I give up." She muttered, humiliation tinting her cheeks red. "Not that this isn't fun, but can you fucking pull me out now. If you're not just going to kill me, that is."

"Shucks Sheila, we ain't gonna kill ya. Not when you make for the perfect bait for those special force bastards. I know Sonya won't leave a man behind. Well, woman in this instance.." Kano smirked as his eyes traced the curve of her ass wickedly. He reached up with his free hand, tracing that curve until he could palm one cheek teasingly.  He felt her tense beneath him. "This is a mighty fine view. Thinking we should play little before we pull you loose."

Y/n froze, eyes wide as a tremor of fear went through her. Kano’s hand stroked her ass slowly before giving it another slap that made Y/n jerk against the sharp ledge. His fingers trailed down, teasing her inner thigh up and up only to skim back down just before he reached her cunt. She squirmed, tried to yank her legs free from their grasp, but Tremor held fast to her right leg and Kano slapped her ass again making her hiss from the sting of it. She glanced up, seeing the heat simmering behind Erron and Kabal’s eyes. 

“Get your fucking hands off me, Kano!” Y/n growled, but all she got in response was another slap, this time on her right cheek, followed by another chuckle. Erron crossed his arms, shaking his head before dropping down to one knee in front of her. His eyes were bright against the shadows cast by his hat and the kohl smeared under to reduce glare. His mask was firmly in place still, leaving little of his face visible. He grasped her chin, tilting her up to meet his gaze.

“Now how about we all settle down for a minute, darling.” His southern drawl somehow soothing despite the situation. She could hear Kano grumbling through the window, but couldn’t discern the words. “You were the one who come in here snooping in our business, and then led us on a mighty fine chase. Now, we can do this the hard way; we rip you out of that window and bleed you until you spill all your special forces secrets.”

“See that’s the way I normally prefer.” Kano added, clearly catching on to Erron’s little game. “But your little game of cat and mouse has me all worked up with no proper outlet to be found. So here is how this is going to work and I’m feeling generous enough to give you a choice.” He felt Y/n tense beneath his hands. 

“You’ve got this nice, tight ass that I just want to sink my teeth into, as well as other things. Now, you can either settle down and have a little fun with us and we’ll make sure this whole thing is down right pleasant for you.” Kano squeezed her ass again to emphasize his point. “Or, you can keep fighting us and I’ll make sure it fucking hurts,” His fingers dug in hard enough to leave bruises as he growled. “And when I’m done I’ll still bleed you fucking dry.”

“Kano’s not one to exaggerate these things, sugar.” Erron added. “Why don’t you just calm down and let us show you a good time?”

“God you have such a pretty mouth.” Kabal leaned down as well, licking his lips as he palmed himself beneath his rough cargos. “THey’re gonna look real good wrapped around my cock.” Erron nodded as if in agreement, though his fingers stroked his soothing strokes along her cheeks.

She whimpered as her legs were released, the muscles aching from being held at such odd angles for so long, but she was able to relieve some pressure as her feet settled on the ground. Then she heard the distinct sound of a knife being unsheathed followed by a sharp tug and ripping sound as Kano cut her pants free of where they’d snagged on a loose piece of wood. She felt hands reaching under her, fumbling with her buttons and zippers and soon rough fingers were digging under the waistband. She had to force herself to remain still as Kano and Tremor removed her boots and pants, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. 

Thick, calloused fingers groped her ass, slipping under the thin fabric of her panties to slide between her lower lips. She felt her face flush at the realization that she was wet there, feeling their fingers slide through her slick before teasing her clit with rough strokes. She let out a choked off moan as Erron let go of her chin and backed up a step to fumble with the zipper on his pants. Kabal was watching her with a smirk, casually stroking the visible bulge in his pants as Erron tugged his cock free. 

“Now, you're gonna keep those teeth to yourself right?” Erron asked as he pressed the tip of his cock to her cheek, leaving a small trail of precum smeared on her skin. Y/n nodded, eyes glaring as she let her mouth fall open enough for him to slide the tip in. She curled her lips around her teeth just a bit as he slowly pressed into the warm cavern of her mouth. He threaded a hand into her hair, helping stay upright as he began to thrust shallowly. She moaned around his cock as two fingers sank into her tight cunt, rough and fast. The complete opposite of Erron’s lazy pace.

“God this bitch is fucking tight.” Kano grunted as he sank his fingers in deeper, harder, feeling her slick coating them more with each thrust. “Bet this fucking hole would feel so good wrapped around my fat cock.” It didn’t take much more than a nod at Tremor for him to reach out and  tear her undies off her like ripping paper. Kano smacked her cheek with his free hand a few times, each slap emphasized by his fingers thrusting into her tight pussy. He just barely caught her muffled whining around Erron’s cock. “Too bad that isn’t what I’m after right now.”

He slipped his fingers out of her cunt, pressing the tip of his forefinger to the tight pucker of her ass. She tried to jerk away as he used her own slick as lube to slowly press inside. He smacked her again, relishing the way her ass jiggled beneath his palm. She fell still immediately and he used that as permission to thrust his finger in deeper. He worked her open slowly, knowing his men, for all their eagerness to enjoy Y/n’s sweet body, would not actually be happy with him causing her real harm. 

Y/n moaned louder, the sound reverberating along Erron’s thick cock, as she felt Kano adding a second finger. She’d never done anal before and the intrusion felt odd, the stretch not painful but strange and she was glad that he seemed to at least be taking his time. She felt Erron slowly thrusting harder, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat each time he pressed in and she decided to distract herself by applying her limited skills to sucking his cock. It felt heavy against her tongue, long and pleasantly thick and she found herself almost enjoying herself.

She felt Kabal press in along her waist, then hands sliding down under her to grope at her breasts. She gasped, bearing down around Kano’s fingers as Kabal pinched her nipples through her shirt. The was a soft ‘schnck’ of sliding metal and then she felt her shirt and bra were ripped away, allowing Kabal’s hands to wrap around her bare flesh. He teased and flicked her nipples until they pebbled under his fingers. The rough pads of his fingers were a pleasant distraction from the stretch of Kano adding a third finger.

“Whatever you boys are doing, keep it up. I wanna feel her squeezing this tight around my cock.” Kano laughed as he tugged his fingers free. He kept one finger hooked around the rim as his other hand stroked along her glistening pussy to gather more of her slick. He stroked his cock a few times to get it nice and wet, then leaned down to spit into the gape of her ass. He smeared the spit along her rim, spit twice more until it was nice and glossy before pressing the tip of his cock against her fluttering hole. “Get ready for this sweetheart.”

He slammed his hips forward, sinking into the hilt with a single thrust and felt her spasm around his thickness. He gripped her hips tight, holding her still as he relished the tight squeeze of her around him. It took effort not to just rut into her fast and rough but he gave her time to adjust. He knew he was a lot, decently long but incredibly thick, her hole stretching around his length obscenely. 

“It’s gonna feel so good real soon, sugar, I promise.” Erron murmured, stroking her cheek as continued to thrust. He’d slowly been working to relax her throat and push in deeper and deeper until Kano had made her gag around him. He pulled out long enough to let her catch her breath, watching her body rock forward as Kano began to thrust. He sank back in with a sigh an began to fuck her throat in earnest. Y/n had to force herself to relax her throat as he thrust in hard and fast, chasing his pleasure.

Kabal continued to play with her tits, squeezing them together and playing with them, feeling her nipples grow swollen and puffy as he abused them. The wet sound of Erron fucking into her throat mixed with her muffled whines and moans had him straining against his zipper and he couldn’t wait to get his turn. He leaned down, mouthed pressed to her ear as she whimpered beneath their hands.

“Doing so good for us, sweetheart. Look at you taking Erron’s cock like a perfect little cum dump.” He licked his lips. “God these tits are so gorgeous; plump and perky and so sensitive. I just wanna flip you over and fuck my cock between them. Wanna mark them up and make a complete mess of them.” Kabal twisted her nipples hard, feeling her jerk under his hands before soothing the tender buds.

She felt so overwhelmingly full, a tight coil of pleasure growing in her core as Kano fucked her hard. The odd sensation had all but faded as Y/n grew addicted to the weight of his cock in that hole. She hated how good it felt, her ass squeezing his cock rhythmically, hips pressing back to meet each thrust. She was so fucking close to climax that all she could do was choke around Erron’s cock thrusting into her throat. She felt his hips still, cock buried deep as he shot his cum straight down her throat. She swallowed around the thick shaft as he spilled his seed straight into her stomach.

As he finished, she felt Kano reach under her, fingers pressing against her clit as his thumb pressed into her soaked pussy. He rubbed her clit with rough, fast circles that matched his thrusts and had her screaming as she finally spilled over the edge, her orgasm ripping through her as she spasmed around his cock. He thrust a few more times before the tight clench of her ass coaxed his own orgasm out and he pressed in deep, filling her ass with hot, sticky cum.

“God that ass is so fucking tight.” Kano sighed, pulling his cock out with a deep groan. “Such a perfect little cum slut. Bet she looks so fucking cum drunk on your side.” He laughed. Y/n shuddered, face flushed from humiliation. “It’s only gonna get better from here, slut.” Y/n didn’t have a chance to ask what he meant before she felt rough hands grab her ass, prying the cheeks apart to spread her holes nice and wide. A cock pressed against her soaked cunt, sliding in slow and steady into her quivering hole as a thick thumb pressed into her asshole, keeping it plugged full of Kano’s cum. There was a hard, bumpiness to the fingers and Y/n realized who it was just as that cock was thrust deep into inside her. It had to be Tremor, his hands covered in a layer of hard, rough earth and it seemed his cock had the same rocky outer shell as it pressed hard and ridged inside her. It dragged along her walls, bumpy and stiff and somehow even thicker than Kano had been. 

“Hold on Tremor. Go on and pull her out of there and I’ll be right through. I wanna fuck her fat tits.” Kabal growled as he let them go. She felt Tremor pull out, her body carefully manipulated out of the hole and laid out several feet from the offending window. She squirmed as Tremor spread her legs, his cock sliding back into her glistening cunt as Kano stuffed his coat under her head. The ground was hard concrete, smooth and cold, but hard and she was grateful for the small courtesy. 

She heard wood splintering and just as Tremor began to thrust into her deep and slow and unrelenting Kabal was there straddling her waist. He let his cock rest between her breasts, squeezed them together to make a tight channel as he began to rut between them fast and rough. He laughed as they bounced in his hands, his fingers snaking up to tease her puffy buds as he chased his orgasm.

“Knew these tits were fucking gorgeous. Look at your nipples all red and swollen. Could spend hours just sucking at them. I like making girls cum from nipple play alone.” He watched as a splash of precum hit her lips. Y/n moaned, hands reaching up to hold her tits together for him and he rewarded her by twisting and pinching her nipples between his fingers. “Fuck they’re so pretty. Gonna look even better covered in my cum. Are you ready?”

He gave a few more thrusts before rising up on his knees so his cock was hovered over her. He jerked himself hard and fast until hot cum was splashing across her face, her tits, even landing in her hair. Y/n gasped at the sight, couldn’t help as arousal hit her hard seeing his face twisted with pleasure. When he was done he wasted no time scrambling away from her so he could pull his phone out and snap a few pictures. She tried to complain, but could manage no more than a few throaty whines and Kabal chuckled.

“Just for my personal collection, sweetheart. I promise they won’t leave this room.” He laughed as he tucked his cock back into his pants.

Y/n was starting to feel lightheaded as Tremor continued to thrust into her. HIs cock was so huge it felt like it was rearranging her guts and she was already on the edge of another orgasm. Her spongy walls quivered around his literal rockhard cock. She wondered if he even felt the pressure of her squeezing around him, but then he started moving faster, harder, slamming his hips into her and all thoughts were wiped from her mind.

She came so hard she felt herself squirt, shaking head to toe as she coated both of them with a slick gush of her cum. Tremor groaned at the sight, hip stuttering as he fucked her through his own orgasm. He came until it was spilling out around his cock and he finally pulled free, watching her hole leaking his thick seed as she lay trembling on the floor. Kano grinned, leaning down so he was close to her head. He patted her cheek as he took in her fucked out expression.

“Look at how fucking cum drunk she is. Fucking gorgeous little slut.” He chortled. “Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll get you cleaned up and find you some new clothes and then we can all have a nice chat about all this. Gods, you really are looking pretty well fucked though. Maybe we should keep you around as our personal slut. Bet you’d like that.”

Requests (Currently Closed)

(Includes both the Old Era and New Era)

🥵- Nsfw

Pet Store

Ashrah

Aesthete

Baraka

One Night (Baraka x Medusa!Reader)

Erron Black

Morrigan Reader

Fujin

"The Voice" Fujin x Reader

Kabal

Morrigan Reader

Kenshi Takahashi

Morrigan Reader

Kitana

MK1 Kitana x Female Reader

Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi)

Mk11 Scorpion with shy s/o

Quan-Chi's Daughter Reader X Scorpion Nsfw and Sfw🥵

Widow (Quan-chi's Daughter Reader x Scorpion)

Quan-chi's Daughter x Scorpion starting a family

King and Queen

Shang Tsung

Valentine's Day with Shang Tsung💕💕💕🥵

NSFW Shang Tsung HCs🥵

Perfect Gentleman

Syzoth

Aesthete

Quan-Chi

A Terrifying Love

Eternally Loyal

Da Rules:

The characters I'm willing to write for are the men AND women of Mortal Kombat. This includes from MK9 to MK1 as that's what I am most familiar with.

I'm writing fics and h/cs, you'll have to be specific about what you want otherwise I'm choosing. No refunds!

I'm willing to write nsfw h/cs and fics.

Please be specific of what character and scenario you want, more details the better. Also the amount of characters you can request at a time is FIVE.

I will NOT, I repeat, NOT write anything that makes me uncomfortable such as sexual assault, waterworks, pedophilia, and obvious stuff like that.

Erron didn't give a damn—if he did, he wouldn't be with you. He cared for you very deeply and didn't care what others had to say about him. It's when they speak badly about you that he draws the line and a gun. They're not going to speak to you or about you that way. Honestly, the best he can do is remember your anniversary and favorite things (color, etc.) The type to take photos of whatever you're running low on so that he can buy that same item at the store again. He isn't too fond of wearing makeup but would only do it in the comfort of the home for your amusement. Wonderful makeup artist, but he doesn't really like applying it.

Kabal had no issue with you. He loved you for who you were/are. He'd have your favorite makeup brands memorized and know what exact shades you need, etc. He’d also have it saved in his notes app if he forgot one. He'd have no issue going to the store to buy you what you need. He'd also have your favorite outfits memorized and know what clothes you'd like in case he ever wanted to surprise you with something. He honestly isn't paying much attention to anything anyone around him says. Until you say something, then he'll start fighting. Honestly, he wouldn't be opposed to wearing whatever makeup you decide to put on him. He'd also try his best to make your makeup look good. (Has terrible skills no matter how hard he tries).

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