I normally hate the chaos palettes, but honestly Mavado's changes enough and looks decent enough for me to like it! I am disliking how hard they are to get, though. Months, tons of Shrine rewards, and so many legacy towers with nothing but Cyrax, Jax, and Sonya for Kameo palettes. Why do they hate Mavado? 😫 I thought the hatred was reserved for Hsu Hao only, but apparently not.
This, paired with two deaths, one implied, hopefully just fatally wounded, in the very beginning of the timeline already??? I'm scared for my man. I really want him for main roster next game, but it's not looking good.
If his whole chest is out, you gotta pay attention to it before anything else. Most important business first. I don't make the rules, I just enforce them. He doesn't just have his tits out because they look nice. Or maybe he does, either way!
(Yes Kabal is here twice, we appreciate pre and post burn Kabal in this house. Just wanted to make that clear. Also not the first time Rain's gone tits out.)
could you write about hate sex between black dragon!reader and mavado?
You see what happens when you send in an ask when I'm in the middle of a hyperfix? You get this, lmfao! Genuinely locked the fuck in. Hope it's everything you wanted!
You know the drill! Begone, children! Filth under the cut and over on AO3 if you prefer that format for really long fics!
"So, what's it going to be? Torture now, imprisoned later, or imprisoned now, tortured later?" Mavado pulled the claws impossibly tighter, stretching your arms to the point you thought they'd snap.
"Oh, I don't know. How about fuck you!" You growled at him, making a feeble attempt to kick out one of his legs, only for him to slot it between your own, kicking your feet apart and pressing his crotch to your ass. "That can be arranged. Maybe I'll just have to break you that way."
"You couldn't get the job done, needle-dick."
"You really want me to prove otherwise?" He pressed his chest to your back, swiftly wrapping the remainder of the bands around your neck, pulling your hands to your shoulders, only slightly relieving the tension.
His breath fanned your ear and you could feel his chest rise and fall against you with each pant. You seriously considered his offer; maybe you could use the moment to your advantage to escape, or even better, get the upper hand to kill or seriously injure him. It would require some mortified feelings, letting your worst enemy between your legs and possibly inside of you depending on when your moment would come, and it had every possibility it may not come at all. But hey, you might. He was hot, all things aside.
"... Fuck me like you mean it. Give me everything you've got, and don't hold back." You made your bed. Might as well get comfortable.
Mavado hummed in amusement, running his free hand up and down the centre of your spine before trailing it to your front and placing a hot kiss against the back of your neck before his hand slid over your breastbone and down to your navel. He began rolling his hips against you, placing both of his feet firmly between your legs, pushing them just that little bit further apart.
You wiggled your ass against him both to rile him up and rush him, already feeling the head of his cock against the leather. You could feel a heat pooling between your legs. You hated it and wrote it off as a simple groinal response to your pussy being rubbed.
"Mmh, eager are we?" Mavado purred against your ear, and you could swear there was a different tone to his voice; was it softer? Mavado? Soft? Never. You were imagining things. "More like impatient. Are we going to get this over with or not?" You huffed, doing your best to take proper breaths despite the elastic bands around your neck. "Why are you so eager to make it hurt more than it has to? No one likes a dry cunt. Least of all me. It feels horrible. Would you prefer I skip the foreplay and just make you bleed or?" He let the question hang in the air, his hand now on your hip, drumming impatiently for your answer.
"Ugh, fine, just hurry it up. I've got only a million better places to be right now." "Like in a Red Dragon cell?" "No, like your mother's house so I can fuck her better than you can me." Bad idea. He yanked the elastics so hard you thought he was going to break your neck. You could hear how livid he was based on his breathing, his biceps flexing as he pulled with almost everything he had. Your vision started going black around the edges, and you were sure he was going to just kill you right there, look for another Black Dragon lackey to interrogate.
You coughed and gasped as he released the tension, allowing you to properly breathe, your hands dropping to your waist as you gulped in air, too dazed to take notice of the opportunity. "There. That's better. No more lip from you, I hope. If you do, you know what you're going to get. Now shut up and let me do what I do best. Besides hunting down Lesser dragons." Mavado purred against your neck before licking a stripe up the side of it and placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss against it. You had caught your breath enough to finally realize your window, and just as you went to take advantage and elbow him, he pulled the elastics again.
Not in time to stop one of your elbows from connecting with his jaw. "Oh, you little... that's it, I tried being nice." He growled before his hand set itself upon your pants, unbuttoning them with surprising speed and deftness before shoving them and your underwear down past your ass, using the leverage of his elastics to lean back just enough to yank them down to your ankles, his fingers immediately rubbing against your folds, his middle setting itself upon your clitoris.
You let out a surprised moan despite your best efforts to not let the noise slip. "Ah, I'm surprised you know where that is." You panted over your shoulder, only for him to give a short yank against the elastic bands. "Know where what is?" He crooned sarcastically, focusing solely on your clit now. You let out a whine at the sudden attention, your legs subconsciously spreading themselves further. You cringed at the fluids you could feel dripping from your pussy, something Mavado took notice of.
"Fuck, if only we were on better terms. I would have been on my knees, lapping at that sweet cunt. It looks delicious. But, unfortunately, I don't trust you for a moment. You'd probably try to break my neck between those legs of yours." Mavado panted. You could hear the lust in his voice clearly now, and your pussy throbbed at the mental image. "Mh, can't say I haven't thought of it. Didn't take you for a carpet muncher." Mavado scoffed at your words, pulling the elastics as a warning before delving a finger between your folds, making you gasp and clench around him as he curled his finger upwards.
"Nngh, please, I can spend the rest of my life between the right woman's legs. Shame that won't be you, Black Dragon mutt." He rolled his hips against your ass and you could feel his rock-hard erection.
Your banter died down as Mavado curled and thrust his finger into your sopping cunt before adding a second, then third digit, pumping, curling, and twisting them inside of you, your moans getting more impossible to stifle and louder.
You whined when he removed them, and you heard the shuffling of fabric and the squeaking of leather before you felt his hot, hard head against your folds, lubricating himself with your mess.
"Buckle up. This is the part where I fuck you so hard, Kano's going to feel it." He spoke lowly against your ear, prodding your entrance. "Please, Kano doesn't feel anything." You scoffed. "On that, we agree." Mavado's final words before he sank himself fully into you, forcing him to take a step closer to you to get balls deep inside of your dripping cunt. You cried out at the sudden intrusion and at his sheer length; he had to be 7 inches at least, and thicker than you thought. "Oh, that's it..." Mavado hissed as he slowly rolled his hips. "Fuck! Ugh! Okay fine, I take back the needle dick thing I said earlier." You panted, pressing your ass into him, feeling every bit of him, his cock head sitting nicely against your walls, just brushing that spot that was beginning to drive you crazy. Mavado actually... laughed... at your comment. He had a nice laugh...
You didn't get long to appreciate it or adjust as he began fucking you hard, putting tension on the elastic again, using it as leverage to bend your head back against his shoulder as he bit into your neck, just above your carotid artery. His hips snapped violently against your ass, your sex audible as you choked out whatever sounds you could not restricted by the air being punched out of your lungs by his cock and the rubber making it difficult to get it back into your lungs.
"That's it, fucking take it..." he growled, his free hand leaving your waist to press his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in circles, the stretch from his cock making it even more sensitive, dragging a loud moan out of you as you tried to meet his thrusts with your own hips.
"Ffffffuck... M-M-Mavado... Mmmmore..." You moaned out between his violent thrusts, and he groaned in response, slightly bending his knees to shift his angle upwards and picked up his pace, earning him a high-pitched whine. "Yeah? That good? Can't believe you want more. I've got you so fuck-drunk I... nh... bet if I asked you what I wanted to know, you... ah... couldn't even remember the damn answer." And god fucking damn it, he was right. You hadn't even considered escaping again this entire time. All you could focus on was how hard and fast he was fucking you and how good his fingers felt against your clit. His hot, heavy body pressed against your back and his legs prying your own open to fuck into you as deep as he possibly could.
"Please... please lllllet my arms go... I p-promise I won't... ah! I won't fight... I... fuck! I just want to wrap my hands around something... fucking... nnn... going numb..." Mavado took your words in and thought as carefully as he could through the pressure he could feel building in his lower stomach and the heat and friction around his cock. He let go of one side of the bands and wrapped the arm that was attending to your clit around your waist in a possessive hold before returning his fingers to their original spot before swiftly dropping the other hand from the opposite side and immediately clasping his hand around your throat, the bands left hanging from around your neck.
You freed your arms and immediately wrapped both hands around his forearm of the hand that was around your neck for support and moaned freely now that you could breathe. You kept your head on his shoulder, for whatever reason, allowing it to roll back as he kissed and bit up and down the side of your neck as he violently fucked into you. He pulled a dangerous stunt, fixing your posture ever so slightly straighter up and placing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You grabbed the side of his face, pulling him into a searing kiss, your teeth clacking before your tongues locked into a dominance battle.
He was winning, and you didn't like it. You thought of a way to cheat, and decided biting his tongue would do the trick. Copper filled your mouth and he grunted in surprise, recoiling from the kiss. "You puta zorra! Oh, you'll fucking pay for that." You smirked in defiance before crying out at his teeth bearing down onto your shoulder, drawing blood. Your single cry shifted from pain to immense pleasure as he returned you both to your original bent over position and snapped his hips as hard and fast as he could, his hand around your throat squeezing tighter. You let out a long, broken moan as he plunged into your core with everything he had, determined to bruise.
"Ffffuck, Mmmmavado, I'm... ah! I'm going to fucking cum... oh, don't stop!" You're pitch increased gradually through the sentence, your fingers digging into his forearm in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. "I should do the right thing, leaving you on the very edge and dropping you to the floor." Mavado growled against your ear. "But I want to get something out of this besides cuts and bruises, so finishing inside of you will have to do." He released his grip on your throat only to lock his forearm around your neck. You tried to sink your teeth into him to no avail; his arm was firmly under your jaw. You tried to wiggle out from under him, but his position was too steady. You could only admire his bicep and whatever you could make out of the Red Dragon tattoo on it as your body threatened to snap.
"Mmh, don't you fucking dare cum in me! I am not even chancing incubating your bastard!" You growled at him, and he promptly ignored you. Mavado's fingers seemed to double down on their efforts. "Come on, fucking get there..." he muttered, his brows knitted in concentration and pleasure. A few "Uh, uh uh!'s" that raised in pitch and you came undone, your cunt quivering around his cock, and your knees trembling below you. Mavado groaned and rested his forehead on your shoulder as he squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on his orgasm. "Nnh, don't... don't fucking do it, Mavado! I will fucking kill you if you finish in me!" He did his best to block out your shouting, his balls tightening, preparing for his orgasm. He just had to shut you up. He clasped his hand over your mouth and bent your head back as far as he knew it could safely go, nesting it firmly against his shoulder as his hips began to stutter and falter in their pace.
You squeezed your eyes shut and prepared for the worst as he moaned loudly, shoving his entire length as far as it could go, filling you with hot ropes of cum as he gasped, humping you as he ejaculated and rode out his orgasm. He dropped his head to the middle of your shoulder blades, panting as he sat balls deep within you, his cock softening as he recovered. You stood there, somehow more furious than you started, knees trembling. You let out a whine as he slowly pulled out, your cunt overly sensitive and definitely bruised; then a yelp as he lets go of you entirely, dropping you to the floor.
You lay there for a moment, trembling, suddenly cold with the loss of his body heat, with sticky cum dribbling out of your pussy, just staring at the concrete floor. By the time you look up at him, it's like it never happened. His hair was back the way it was, he didn't look as sweaty as he felt just a few moments ago; not even a flushed face to show for it. As if to further accentuate his silent point, he straightens and brushes off non-existant dirt from his jacket.
"Pull yourself together. You're coming with me, dead or alive."
Trying to stop pre-MK1 Mavado from killing himself at any inconvenience is giving Din Djarin, The Mandalorian, trying to stop the IG-11 Droid from self-destructing.
Mavado is one letter away from the Spanish word, Malvado, which translates to evil. Makes sense considering how much fun he's having murdering people lmfao. Look at that face! He's having his enrichment time 😌.
Blurry close-ups are the best I can do. Lookit him :> so adorable! (When you take it out of context)
