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Hello! I have an idea for a request, you can ignore it if you don't like it 😸
What is it like to be friends with benefits for bi-han and Tomas? nsfw or sfw, whatever you feel comfortable with.
thank you ♡
fwb!reader (w. Bi Han and Tomas) short hcs
tw: gn!reader, mdni, nsfw, not proofread
notes: hey! im so sorry this took so long to come out. accidentally got attached to other things and i havent had much writing motivation lately. but im writing this on a new pc and im eager to see how well it works!!!
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It's hard to say that Bi Han treats you any differently... If he's even interested in this kind of thing in the first place. But it's not that he completely brushes you off, either—if you don't pay attention, you'll miss the way he looks at you despite his icy exterior, or the subtle things like a little extra care and/or consideration he does that he wouldn't normally do for anyone else. It's just that he wants to keep things under wraps as much as possible due to the lack of a title further than 'friends-with-benefits' between you two. Jealousy? Yes. If you end up trying to date and abandon him (so he puts it), he'll be so upset that he'll confess. You two will end up in a relationship... Someday.
Tomas will make it look like you two are in a relationship. Of course, you two really aren't—just see each other in the confines of a bed. That doesn't stop Tomas from being doting, though, and it makes certain people question whether or not you two are dating or more. One cannot so simply just say 'we're fucking with no title on', so he just meekly denies that you two are dating. It seems like he has a crush at the very least. Jealousy, yes, but very silently—you wouldn't know until much much later. The type to ask 'what are we?' when you are innocently doting back.
Bi Han likes to think pretend he's laying claim to you whenever he's fucking you into the mattress, but he has to remind himself when he's done he's not actually yours. Ironically, however, he's the one to remind you that you two aren't in a relationship whenever he thinks you're moving or acting too much like you're in one [with him]—he won't admit it, but he kind of likes it. It spurs him on to make sure you can't walk later. He won't initiate cuddles or aftercare, but he's incredibly responsive when you do. You eventually catch on, and it becomes a necessity at that point. Bi Han gets sulky if you don't.
Tomas focuses more on you than himself, but he makes sure to satisfy himself at least once before the whole endeavor ends. He's gentle if you've had a bad day, and he's rough if you're feeling particularly pent up—either way, you're getting your worth and more in the end. And, he won't say it, but he also likes to pretend that you two are in a relationship. But unlike the former, it slips a 'few times' that the person he's shoving his dick in isn't actually his significant other. It gets to him sometimes and he lies awake contemplating if asking you to become permanently his is a mistake, while he draws delicate circles on the crux of your back.
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could you please write something nsfw with smoke, him getting riled up because he had a dream horny about his partner and seeing her just chilling around the house is enough to get him flustered again thinking about it.. thank you!!!
☁︎‧₊˚ ┊Fog. (nsfw)
Tomas finds himself in a tough situation… A kind of fog, if you will… tomas vrbada x reader
tw: fem!reader (but only ‘you/your’ used), nsfw, mdni, established relationship, oneshot (?), dry humping
notes: good news for mk11 yearners: i have added that timelines’ raiden (previously was only fujin)! so if you have any requests about raiden, it would help to specify which, but i will always assume new era raiden. all love, and enjoy your fic anon!
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Tomas’ abstinence brought on by rigorous work gave more than just focus on the future and perfected skills as a Shirai Ryu ninja and teacher. Yet when the day was done, his head was always free to roam elsewhere. Perhaps that’s why he’s having this dream about you right now.
All the fleeting thoughts he had about you that he pushed away hadn’t been going away, like it should’ve, but settling into a damp dream. A dream where he’d get you in the sheets, and do what he’s been wanting to do to you for weeks now.
Tomas lets out a misty sigh.
Your featherlight touch that smoothed its way up his arm stop at his biceps to give them each a loving squeeze. You smile keenly from below him, “Finally… Was wondering when you’d come to me.”
“Sorry, baby. I really am. Kuai Liang and the others need me,” he’d apologize with more than just his words. Tomas’ solid want pushes further into your clothed core—it was whatever you wore to bed the night of this dream that only made him realize how badly he wanted you further… Not that this is anything you don’t usually wear. It’s you yourself, always, clothed or not, making everything infinitely more hotter.
You hum, sounding unconvinced but you know it was true. “I don’t know why you do the things you do. What made you think you could last so long without this? Remember when you came just from me sitting here?”
Tomas caught the moan in his throat as his hips bucked into your hands that touched his lap, then his inner thigh that’s dangerously close to his begging dick. You give that tender spot on him a squeeze, too. Steel eyes don’t leave your lust-squinted ones as you take in his wound up state—poor Tomas, you think. Between the two of you, only one of you knows it’s just a dream.
Still.
“Mmh—bring yourself... Like this,” you slide your hands up and across to his hips, guiding them right where you wanted them against you. “We have all night to do what you want. But fuck me like this, first.”
If that’s what you want, he’ll do it. Just as long as it’s touching you in some way, making you feed his eyes and therefore his carnal lust-ridden mind—he’ll do it. Tomas readily repositions his hands on your hips to bring you flush to him—you mewl when you feel him throb firmly there—and he pulls you secure atop of him as he takes your previous place on the pillows.
Tomas is so into this, he doesn’t realize the pictures on the wall blur or look any different than what is normally of them; or that the nightstand you use to rest the lamp on is void, yet the room is painted in a warm golden hue. He’s completely shrouded in his minds’ fog to give those constants the time of day.
Instead, he focuses on using his hands on your hips to grind you over and over his clothed crotch, as close as the universe would allow. He curses under his breath when you moan just the way he likes, unyielding and sweetly, the feeling you clench around yourself spurring him on to use you to get off.
Your sounds are impeded by Tomas’ roughness, only going octaves higher when he begins to thrust himself in sync to his guidance of your frame. Your entire body jerks with each new motion of friction. With the increasing pace of his work, Tomas can feel your wetness soak through your clothes and stain his dick through his own—he bites his lip at the sound of cloth dulling from the shared juices of your arousals.
Your hands don’t know where to go, other than his own over your hips and his chest. He was gripping so tight there, you didn’t need to ponder if you’d bruise later.
You felt him close, hearing him closer. Tomas’ could hardly breathe beyond this point. You cry out for him, and he grunts in return when he feels your pulsing orgasm. It’s almost too much for you once it wanes, and you begin to writhe in his grasp. He wanted to tell you to hold out a little longer for him, that he’s close, but something was off when you leaned down to kiss him.
He could have swore he felt the kiss a second ago…
…But it was much different when he woke. The room was a late morning’s blue, your side of the bed was finely tussled with, but it gave no clues as to where you’ve gone. Usually, you would be there to kiss his eyes awake. Instead, essentially—you left him a quiet morning in contrast to moments ago.
It took a moment to register, that you weren’t even bedside, let alone in the room at all. Tomas realizes now, by the sudden appearance of the nightstand not obscured by your beautiful frame, that it were a dream.
How embarrassing.
Tomas could only wonder if you were witness to any of that, as he’d clean himself up and promptly find different boxers to wear; those ones were only a bit stained from his dream from his rock-solid wood that he’ll have to work out later.
Tomas knew that he couldn’t go on like this, and knew that even if you were his, it was still wildly inappropriate. Perhaps he was better off just asking you, because surely you were saving yourself for that moment in real life, too, right?
Regardless.
Tomas had found where you’d gone when he ambled out of the room to see you lounging away on the couch, your attention away from the room and subsequently him coming out of it. You didn’t expect him to wake anytime soon, but alas. You finally noticed him in your peripheral, just as he passed you.
“Good morning, lazy,” you call from your spot, not looking away from whatever it was that you were doing. “You look like you’re spending your day off right. How was the sleep in?”
Tomas, unable to make simple eye contact with you now, hummed affirmatively. You would’ve taken that if you didn’t hear him exhale so loudly the way that he did.
Now you look up… He looks frustrated. Troubled. You had guessed that he would be when he woke, figuring that the small moans, red face and squirming in his sleep would do it. You could smirk to yourself, if it didn’t have the chance to give you away on what you saw in the middle of the night. Instead you remain silent.
Tomas can’t even make his food without his thoughts churning.
You were still wearing that, the same clothes in his dream. Your tone of voice, identical to the teasing one you used on him. How would you feel, if he wanted to ruin his clothes again with you? Except—no barrier for you, this time. He wanted you bent over the armchair, forget the mattress.
Thoroughly red all over again, Tomas barely catches himself staring at you—and the utensil he was grabbing—and he clumsily curses. He was lucky that you weren’t paying attention (or so he thinks). He apologizes to no-one, and sighs.
“I wasn’t sure why you were out of it all last night, but I’m glad to know it’s because of me, Tomas,” you only joke, tilting your head to the side. But the joke makes Tomas shamefully, sheepishly grin.
“Lucky for you, we have the whole day to fix that.”
❥ ┆valentines day (w. Bi Han, Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Kuai Liang, Kung Lao, Raiden, Tomas + Liu Kang bonus!) hcs
tw: established relationship, fluff/sfw & nsfw/smut utc, mdni(!)
notes: happy valentine’s day chat! for a few, requests will be open. please read these before making them! closed! so sorry.
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Bi Han didn’t really recognize the tradition, until you. To him, it was just another day, as most holidays—life in the Lin Kuei was much different than the one outside of it. So when you showered him with affection and adorned him with gifts unexpectedly, it kind of flustered him underneath that poker-faced and grumpy exterior of his. Bi Han gives you flowers (real and ones of ice), and the occasional silver jewelry every other year. It makes him subtly smile under his mask when he sees you wearing it.
It’s Johnny Cage’s second favorite day of the year, other than his birthday. If he remembers this day, he absolutely spoils you rotten to the core with gifts; flowers, chocolates, new clothes, rose petals in the bed and in a dimly lit bath (and if you drink, your favorite wine), the whole nine yards. It’s cliche, but Johnny Cage doesn’t let you leave until you’re completely loved up.
Kenshi takes a breather from all his outside work on this day to love on you. You wake up to an empty bed, but that’s because he’s cooking breakfast (or lunch) for you—he’s exceptional at it, and you both thoroughly enjoy your day with each other. Kenshi prefers spending Valentine’s day inside, but if you want to go out, he’ll take you anywhere you want to go and buy you whatever you want. Of course, you do the same and he is very happy, even if he doesn’t explicitly say so.
Kuai Liang already has his gifts laid out for you. He planned in advance; duty calls and he wouldn’t be able to spend the morning or so with you in his warm embrace, so that he could greet you as soon as you woke and smother you with hot kisses. Kuai Liang leaves a heartwarming letter, and when he comes back from his day, gives you an even warmer massage to kick things off a bit. Whatever happens next is completely up to you.
Kung Lao already knows you love him, but it’s nice to be reminded of that with your affection. In turn, he takes you out to a fancy (and surprisingly private) dinner in an unsung corner of Madam Bo’s shop (or some other fancy place), somewhere where you could see the stars in the night sky. He loves to look at the way your eyes gleam in the moonlight, and he says so outright amongst other loads of compliments. Kung Lao makes sure to make you laugh a ton tonight.
Raiden looks like a hopeless romantic today even though he's in a relationship with you. He plans almost months in advance; the flowers he planted were kept all year and were finally going to be harvested just to give you. Raiden makes an effort to give you everything you want, take you anywhere you want. You’re sure to return the favor at the end of the day with your own presents, whatever they may be.
Tomas spends the night before and the entire day of practically clinging to your side. You’ve never had a weighted blanket until now, and you both could’ve spent the entire day in bed if you’d let him have you that way (he’s already asked Kuai Liang for the day off). Tomas leaves the bed once you do, and when he comes back, he comes back with gifts. He got the flowers last because he wanted them to be as fresh as possible.
+ Liu Kang leaves a humble setup of a table full of gifts for you. He’s also the one to leave a sappy note of apology and not-all-that empty (but not all that full) promises to you, to return just before the night was over after his duty at the temple were done with. Although he believes he doesn’t need a holiday to want you the inexplicable way he does, he understands the holiday and humors you when he sees how much it makes you hot in the face for him.
However,
Don’t you dare take the jewelry off after Bi Han got you pressed into the mattress. With every tear into you, his eyes don’t just train on your damp fucked-out face twisted in overstimulation from him ruining your hole over and over again tonight. His eyes flit up to the sight of the ring on your finger peeking from the boughs of crinkled sheets from you holding on too tight, and your necklace jittering further from your sternum to neck with every thrust… Bi Han’s eyes screw shut as he hilts with sudden roughness, your surprised hiccup overlapping with the so-rare whimper as he pumps you full.
Or think that Johnny Cage would let the rose petals on the bed go to waste. Some of the petals have fallen off of the bed by now, and others are stuck in forgotten crevices. You can smell each others’ soap. The lingerie you’ve bought is somewhat torn by impatient fingers, as you take your sweet time with him beneath you. He hates when you tease, almost as if you’re playing his own game with him. He wants to grab your hips himself to quicken your pace, but he only has red hands from sharp slaps.
Kenshi feels you up in your shared bed as the night falls further into itself. Soft yet passionate, tattooed hands wrap around just about anything as you bounce atop of his dick firm enough to knock the wind out of him. His body trembles sharply when your core squeezes him that certain way it does, your sore knees wound inward while legs are kept apart by Kenshi’s abdomen partially sunken in from his breathlessness. Between your gasps and his groans, he can only keep himself to extend this moment for so long.
The massage with Kuai Liang didn’t get very far. You didn’t want it to. Your arms somehow feel cold compared to Kuai Liang’s as he’s practically searing your insides with the both of your slick, your neck having been a perfect fit for his head to hide in as your fingers carve your way into the scalp of undone hair. He’s caged in by your shaking legs on his hips, languid strokes in and out of you drawing soft cries and sighs from you. He’d go as fast or as gentle as you wanted him to today.
Kung Lao reveled in hearing you sing his name as you both faced the window. He was fast and rough, despite having been so soft the minute ago—he was like a man starved, but he was intent on making you finish first (this time). You didn’t know whether to keep in awe at the skies or look back at your lover as he pounded into your hole without tame in his stroke. The inner corners of his brows were pressed together in focus as he held you at the junction of your hips to guide you, and his lips were parted just enough to let out an occasional deep groan or shaky breath. The sounds from your room could make even the dirtiest a prude.
Raiden's face burned when you got around to giving him your gift. A set of fingers twine with yours as you look up at him from his dick, but you make eye contact with no-one—his arm is draped over his shut eyes as he focuses on keeping from combusting right then and there. Noises of his neediness slip out time to time and involuntarily, and he can’t help but drive his hips further into your mouth when you hum around him. He lets out one of those shaky and coarse sounds again when you both make eye contact, sketching you between his legs in his mind.
You realized any self restraint you’d thought Tomas had was all a fib when he coaxed your plush thighs around his head two hours ago. He didn’t even bother with what he wanted tonight, as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you with just his tongue. It’s sloppy down there; his mouth is drenched from your juices and you, his unceasing work with his mouth. He couldn’t settle for which sight of you he enjoyed the best; the arch of you lowering after he’d reel out a gentle one from you, or the messy, knee-buckling one when he did as he pleased with you.
+ Liu Kang who hated leaving you so needy. But tonight he’d do anything you wanted, something that would sate you even for a minute, and he wouldn’t finish until he was sure you were done spending out your want for him after he’d left you yearning and unfulfilled for so long. At the end of it all when he apologizes and holds you close to him, he only leaves you blissed out and gasping again. He can’t promise his return to you often, so he makes every minute fucking you worthwhile.
holidays for fandom writers (me) is about writing the fic weeks in advance and still finding things wrong with it hours before it needs to get put out (it needs to be perfect)
yes, requests for mk1 are closed as of right now unfortunately 😞💕 if that is what you mean, anon
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⇴ person a misses person b (even though they're right next to each other) so a takes b's leg and pulls it over theirs
⇴ person b is putting their necklace on person a, and stares at them for a hot minute after it's put on. then person b starts leaning into person a and pressing kisses onto their neck.
⇴ "c'mon, you can stay in for five minutes. please?"
⇴ person a is sitting on person b while they are making out when person a feels something below them. cue person b looking up with a sheepish smile while hiding in the crook of person a's neck.
⇴ person b is running their fingers across person a's hair. across their bare back. along their arms. along the back of their thighs. gentle, light touches along their body while person b is is kissing your shoulder.
⇴ "do you like that?" "i like anything you do."
⇴ "c'mere..." and their arms are WIDE OPEN.
⇴ grabbing them by their waist to kiss them. bonus points if the kiss is heated and there's heavy breathing involved.
⇴ thigh in between the legs.
⇴ person b can't get keep their hands off of person a, so they have to be around a all the time. always brushing their teeth together, cooking something together, lying in bed together.
⇴ person a wants to be even closer to person b, so they take their hands under person b's shirt and grabs their chest.
⇴ or... alternatively, person a wants to tease person b with their cold hands, so they go under b's shirt and press their freezing hands on their chest.
⇴ person a and person b are walking together in a busy street and person b holds onto person a's arm just because.
⇴ person b sees person a looking drop dead gorgeous and their first instinct is to go up and (gently) grab person a's face to kiss them. like... person b desperately wants to make out rn.
⇴ "i only want to see you right now. i really miss you." and person a is like "you just saw me yesterday"
⇴ person b is lifting person a's chin up and they brush their thumb across a's cheekbone before person b kisses them.
⇴ holding hands while on a rollercoaster. person a is screaming for their life while person b is gazing at them and trying not to laugh.
⇴ person a and person b are hanging out together, and when they both find something funny, person b wraps their arm around person a's neck and looks down at person a to see their smile.
⇴ staring into each other's eyes while it's completely silence. they don't need words, eye contact is all they need.
⇴ person b lifts up person a while they're hugging.
⇴ person a is so cute that person b has to fight off the urge to start pressing kisses all over their face (person b loses btw)
⇴ "hey, i think i can fit over here in this corner." "what are you, a plant?" "maybe. you shine on me every day, after all."
⇴ "you drool in your sleep," whilst wiping said drool off the other person's face (can u tell i've been hyperfixated on pjo)
You get new lipstick, and you want to test it out... Needy!Bi Han x Reader
tw: mdni, oral m!receiving, cum swallowing, not too proofread
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“Stay still!”
You giggle at Bi Han’s ragged grunt and light squirm under you as you part from his flexing waistline to reapply the new lipstick you’d just bought. He’s covered in the stamp of your lips, but he doesn’t care; Bi Han just wants you to suck him off already. He’d been neglecting duties all day because he can’t seem to put you aside in his head.
An agonizingly slow hand strokes his throbbing dick.
You’ve only just begun, unfortunately for him—you weren’t going to relieve him until you’ve covered every part of his body with your new lipstick. There’s just something about seeing him covered by your lips that makes your mouth salivate and your pussy spasm around nothing.
Painted lips kiss him everywhere else but where he wanted your lips right now. Bi Han’s brows pinch in strain and he bucks his length into your hand, needy for your mouth. His fists ball in the sheets you both lie on.
“Enough,” Bi Han rumbled through a coarse voice, annoyed. “You are getting to be in over your head, [Reader].”
“Wait just a little longer, okay?” you run a hand up his sculpted abdomen, some of the undried lipstick smudging under your free palm. You tsk. “See? I still can’t tell. I need it completely dry to see if it’s really smudge-proof.”
Bi Han’s eyes slightly widened by his need rolled shut, his head digging into the pillow it rested on as he reclined back into it. You chuckle at his impatience, but you wouldn’t abuse his wearing-thin patience for longer. You stop stroking—and he lifts his head again to protest.
What he doesn’t expect is your eye contact. You look at him hungry, starved; about ready to devour him whole. The smirk you wear with your lips smudged makes him exhale. His pinched brows only briefly turn upwards when you kiss up his rock-hard length, and he lets out a low groan.
And just before you take Bi Han into your mouth, you kiss the weeping tip to leave one last mark of your lipstick…
…But just as your nose brushes the hilt of his cock, it pulsates unrestrained and Bi Han begins to shudder—the salty taste and the acrid wax mixed with it fills your mouth—and you swallow what doesn’t spill out from the corners of your mouth. You pull off of him with a pop.
“It works,” you joke to his gravely pissed look. You giggle again.
You really were in over your head, and he’s going to correct you for ignoring that.
He’s finally got that alone time with you… lovesick!raiden x reader
tw: fem!reader, ooc raiden, mdni, really really short & not all that proofread
notes: quick apology fic cs i feel like i’m lacking lately </3 there’s another that’s coming
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You’ve never seen Raiden like this. What happened today?
A hot-faced Raiden sighs blissfully, his hair ruffled from the effort of fucking you thoroughly. Somehow, he’s still not done—he’s especially needy, haven’t had seen you in what felt like years. However you both can’t tell how long it’s been.
A big sigh. Then, “I love you. I love youloveyouloveyou.”
Raiden’s rut into your cum-ruined cunt quickened, forcing your legs hooked in the nook of his arms that folded you in half to buckle. You whine out his name over the sound your sloppy pussy makes. Calloused hands intertwined with yours to pin you there to the ruined mattress, squeezes. He’s close again.
Without much warning, you feel yourself go over the edge for umpteenth time tonight, your mouth is agape yet your moans and gasps are delayed. Raiden, knowingly beside himself right now, chuckles.
But he didn’t care as long as it was about you.
Raiden, respectfully, was infatuated with you. He loved every inch of you, and with every fiber of his being. But with Liu Kang about breathing down his neck for work, he’s hardly had enough time to take care of you like this. It frustrates Raiden, but with the way you look underneath him right now makes him moan.
He can’t help but spread his drool that’s gotten on your neck with a swirling tongue. Everything about you is perfect—Raiden could love on you like this for hours, if he had the chance.
