jaybirdsdarling

[jaybirdsdarling]

Daydreaming of being Sukuna’s concubine in his era 😭

#Ryomen Sukuna #Sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader

[jaybirdsdarling]

The tags on this 💀😭😭

Never underestimate how BAD I need this fucker

[jaybirdsdarling]

Hello hello! May I please request some more Liu Kang headcanons? He’s the loml and I absolutely love the way you write him. Please take your time and don’t overwork yourself. 💜

You are from Earthrealm and live a relatively normal life, unaware of the other realms that lurk across the stars

Simple your life may be but you do not mind it. It keeps things easy for you. Or at least, it was simple

Liu Kang happens upon by accident but you don't notice him but he sees you

He finds himself pausing and taking in the sight of you. There is a peace about you that captures him and he wants to get to know you. He wants to ask you your name

But how can he when he the Protector of Earthrealm and appears otherworldly? He thinks it is a lost cause getting close to you and so he leaves

The thought of you doesn't, however and Liu Kang is growing more and more curious. He wants to know you but he knows he should not

Then why is he disguising himself? Why does he hide his godly gaze behind a layer of dark brown?

Why is it his mystic tattoos that brim with magic go covered? What is he doing? What is he thinking?

He's not thinking. For once he is just doing and not thinking it through. A dangerous decision but it has been made already

Returning to where he last sees you, he waits and waits until finally there you are and he finds himself smiling

Liu Kang approaches you and introduces himself but without the extra title of Protector of Earthrealm. You would smile to him and introduce yourself and that how your relationship blossomed

It would only continue to bloom as the two of you spent more time together. Liu Kang keen on inviting you out to lunch or a quick cup of coffee even though he never did enjoy the taste of it

You two would chat for hours while the coffee you ordered goes cold. He asks about you and you are an open book, happy to share with someone who you consider a friend

He shares about himself too but the truth is very stretched. He tells you he used to fight professionally in China but has not settled down here

There is a sting of guilt when he sees you smile at his lie and he frowns to himself while you aren't looking but what is he supposed to tell you? The truth is too great

The two of you fall into this routine of meeting each other for chats that soon turn into evening dinners and there is a definite affection between the two of you now

He's walking you back home and that's when you pause. Your door is opened and normally, you'd give him a wave goodbye and the night would end

Not this night. Liu Kang is invited in, an invitation he readily accepts. The two of you enjoy some drinks and your conversations into the night

Eyes look into each other and the two of you smile. Close and closer you are now. So close until there no space between you and him any longer

Liu Kang makes love to you, soft and sweet. Your hands are locked together throughout it all, even when you both fall asleep

There's a new routine now, one where you two are joined in a romance that is whirlwind and magical but Liu Kang knows it cannot last this blissful for long

He wants to tell you the truth, the full and complete truth but he knows it will change how things are and he does not want to burden you with the knowledge of other realms when you seem so content in the life you have now

Unfortunately there is little choice for him. His relationship with you has not gone unnoticed and those who wish to destroy Liu Kang target you

They strike when you and Liu Kang are on other date. Where it once quiet there now the crash of brick and glass combusting. You shriek and Liu Kang wraps his arms around you, shielding you from the debris

His eyes would narrow and slowly their dark hue lightens and shines to their true nature and you are left with you mouth agape

Surprises continue as flames erupt from him that flash gold and azure. You can only sit there in the rubble and watch as the man you have grown to love is revealed to be something else

Liu Kang finishes the fight quickly but the damage has been done. He is exposed and you stare at him with such terror and awe

When he gets closer to you, you cannot help flinch away and Liu Kang feels despair when he sees you lurch back but he understands

He tries to explain everything but your mind is spinning. Different realms? Gods? What happened to the man you had fallen in love with?

He still there but changed and revealed. It will not be easy but you tell him you do not want him to go. That you want to get to know him, the real him and he is happy to do so

#mortal kombat x reader #liu kang

[jaybirdsdarling]

The Grandmaster and His Concubine

Description: Bi Han uses his personal whore.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: Y/N has a severe case of dumb bitchitis, smut, cursing, doggy style, not choking but his hand is on her throat, reverse cowgirl, mild breeding kink towards the end (i think this is the first outright smut I've written so go easy on me)

Being weak in the Lin Kuei was simply not allowed. It was frowned upon to be so and it was fortunate that Y/N found the favor of Bi Han, the Grandmaster. For a man who rarely pitied anything, he pitied her. So much so, that he wanted her by his side when possible. Now rumors circulate about the exact nature of their relationship, it's hard for anyone to tell if Bi Han enjoys the company of Y/N.One thing is certain, he enjoys spending his nights between her thighs.

Tonight was one of those nights. He had faced a foe in battle that wasn't strong but it frustrated him to no end. Y/N could hear the footsteps of her beloved as he approached her quarters. His footsteps were heavy and his voice was rough as he commanded his subordinates to do something useful with themselves for the night. Y/N smiled with excitement as her doors opened. She kneeled on the bed wearing only a robe with her hair free as can be.

"Grandmaster," Y/N whispered in acknowledgment of the man in front of her. He stood, looking down upon her. His mask was removed so that Y/N could see his face. She reached out to touch his cheek but he caught her wrist. His grip was tight but not enough to hurt her, not yet.

"You're already on your knees for me," Bi Han's hand found its way to her throat, and out of instinct, Y/N's mouth fell open. Bi Han swelled with pride because of how well he had trained Y/N.

"Of course, beloved," Y/N said with a pleasing smile as Bi Han gave a small squeeze to her throat.

"How endearing. Bathe me, whore," Bi Han commanded and Y/N was more than happy to oblige him.

His grip loosened on her wrist and she took this as time to grab his hand and lead him towards the hot spring just outside her quarters. It was surrounded by wooden walls that were at least 10 feet tall. It's not like anyone could spy on them back here, Bi Han would have the head of anyone peeping on what's his. The water was lined with various plants and the faint croaking of frog-like creatures could be heard. Y/N took her time undressing him, he rarely allowed her to do so. Maybe he did care about her beyond the physical. Steam erupted from the spring the moment that he stepped in. She began to slowly scrub away in dirt and blood from his body as he sat in the water. His hair was in a loose bun with a few strands falling around his face.

This felt more intimate than anything they had ever done. Once again, he grabbed her wrist but this time it was to pull her to be directly in front of him. He removed her robe and grabbed her hips. Y/N sat in his lap.

"Can you feel that? That is what you do to me," With his hands still on her hips, he ground his hips against hers. Y/N shuddered and gasped. She had taken him many times before, but every time, she was still surprised by his size.

He kissed her neck and lifted her hips slightly so he could slip into her. Between the warm water surrounding them and her juicy pussy, he truly thought he was in heaven. Y/N could feel his cold hands move from her hips to her plump ass. She was sure that in the morning, her brown ass would have grip marks.

"Ride me as I taught you," Bi Han took pride in being the first man that Y/N was ever with. Meaning that she was his custom whore and all of her little tricks were only for him and would only be for him. She would never take another lover if he could help it.

Y/N whined at the loss of contact when Bi Han moved his hands away from her hips. He leaned back and spread his arms over the rocks behind them. He smirked as Y/N bounced up and down in his dick. He thought the view of her bouncing titties was a sight to behold. He liked to study her face as she did all the work. The way her face would scrunch as she used his dick to hit her spot.

As Y/N's knees began to burn, Bi Han began to grunt slightly and thrust into her hips. His hands found her waist once more, and he took control of her motions. Y/N's hands were grasping for his shoulders as he forced her down on his cock. Her moans grew louder and louder until her pussy clenched around his cock. He filled her womb soon after, and Y/N was happy to feel so warm with her lover's seed.

Abruptly, Bi Han stood up and moved him and Y/N to her bed. He tossed her onto her sheets and soon climbed on top of her. He stroked her cheek with his calloused, cool thumb. He looked at her more sincerely than before and if Y/N wasn't sure before, she was sure now that she would never leave him. He kissed her still-damp cheek before spreading her legs.

Y/N was still a little dazed from the first orgasm he had given her when he slipped back into her. However, she did not forget how it felt to have inside of her. The way that with every stroke she felt closer and closer to being complete. The grip he had on her thighs would have her bruised in the morning but she refused to remove her legs from above his shoulders.

His hips began to stutter as he plowed into her pussy. Y/N was finding it difficult to stay in place. She was sure that she had came at least twice now but he continued to ram into her. As he continued to fuck her, he got more sentimental. One of his hands left her thigh and began to play with her nipples. Carefully, he'd use his abilities to give her more pleasure.

"Tonight, you will make me an heir. Is that clear, slut?" He spoke cumming in her for the second time of the night. His voice was gruff from all of the groaning that he had been doing.

"Yes, Grandmaster," She was a little drunk off the cock when he flipped her over. Hearing Y/N being so delusional over him, made him want to go another round. He flipped her over and pushed her head into the pillow.

"How does it feel the Grandmaster's personal whore?" Y/N couldn't even respond with how hard she was being fucked. Once again her moans filled the chambers. The sounds of skin slapping could be heard well outside of her room but everyone knew not to disturb the Grandmaster once he was in this state.

"Damn," Bi Han whispered as he took in Y/N's form. He took his hand and pressed on her back so that he could reach the deepest parts of her. She was sure that he was kissing her cervix with every stroke.

"Bi Han," Y/N whined loudly when he finished inside her once again.

Y/N tried to move away from him to grab a towel but he pulled her back to his chest. He was cold but in a comforting way. His eyes said words that his mouth could not.

"You will not move. My seed will not leave your womb," Bi Han said kissing her cheek again. Y/N just nodded tiredly. When he returned Y/N was already asleep, so he placed her bonnet on gently and wiped his excess seed from her thighs. He noted the various bruises and a sense of pride came from them.

"She is mine," He whispered before joining her in bed once more.

#bi han x reader #bi han sub zero #mk 1 x reader #sub zero x reader #mk sub zero #bi-han #FR GOING FERAL RN

[jaybirdsdarling]

bihan x afab!reader (no pronouns used)

wc: 1.1k

warnings: explicitly 18+, bihan is mean, slight mention of power imbalance, slightly possessive bihan, coming inside, brief breeding mention at the end

Your Grandmaster is stressed.

It’s evident in the way his hips snap into your own, his cock buried in the warmth of your sex. Evident in the way he has little regard for your feelings or your own pleasure—clearly displayed in the cruel way he fucks into you and the punishingly cold grip that he has on your body. It stings—the icy feeling of his fingertips dug into the flesh of your hips.

“You belong under me,” his voice is low and even, nearly drowned out by the obscenely wet sounds that have you clenching tightly around him. “Be glad that you have this opportunity.”

You don’t respond. It’s not like you can, anyway—your face is buried into the mat of the floor, lips bitten as you desperately try to prevent any moans that Bi-han forces out of you. Your wetness pools around the base of his cock, sticky strings breaking with each pull out of you and reforming with each brutal push inside of you. It dribbles down, down your thighs, staining the mat under the both of you. Messy enough to be clinging to his balls and painting his thighs. Had you not been turned away from him—face down and ass up—you’d be able to notice the way he’s struggling to hold back the noises that threaten to escape his throat. You’d be able to see the way he bites his lip; see the way that his eyebrows are so tightly drawn together and see the way his cheeks are painted a rosy shade of pink. There’s a reason why he only fucks you from behind.

You are glad, though. It’s beyond you why Bi-han has taken such a liking to specifically you—despite being Lin Kuei, you perform significantly worse than your peers and struggle to keep up with the intensive training that you’re all forced to endure every day. It’s clear that he only keeps you around for one reason. Stress relief.

There’s a part of him that secretly relishes in the way you’re so much weaker than he is.

Bi-han doesn’t ever touch you. Doesn’t truly ever lay claim to your body through possessive touches as much as you secretly would like—but you don’t complain. You never complain. The fact that your Grandmaster comes to you of all people to relieve his stress is enough—and you do your best to help him. You really do. It’s not shown on his face, evident in his words or displayed in his actions, but Bi-han does truly enjoy how easily you bend to his will. He finds himself reveling in how easily controlled you are—and you don’t mind. You never do. It’s okay for him to use you… he is your Grandmaster, after all.

Cold fingers snake their way up your body, resting on your back—dipping in the center to push you further towards the ground. You shudder. Bi-han, for once, decides to not be (so) rough with you. This time, he won’t bury your face into the mat and grip your hair and force you to take the brutal pace of his cock until you’re cumming all over him. He’s in a good mood today.

Bi-han takes advantage of the way he’s forced you to arch under him, his cock drilling into you faster and a tad bit harder than before—the loud noises of your arousal probably audible to anyone who’d walk by the room. You can’t help but whine at this. It’s unintentional. Something that you can’t hold back… usually, you’re better at keeping yourself quiet. Bi-han likes it when you’re quiet. That’s what you thought, at least.

“Who’s your Grandmaster?” Bi-han’s hand grips your hair, pulling you back and forcing your neck to crane. He’s not feeling so benevolent anymore. His pace increases, his cock pumping inside of you harshly enough to the point where you can’t help but moan. He makes an effort to tilt his hips ever so slightly—the blunt tip of his cock rubbing alongside the spots he knows makes you cream around him. For someone that claims to only care for his own pleasure… he knows your body very, very well. Your walls flutter and clench around his cock, hands clawing at the mat below you as his grip in your hair tightens. His tone is gravelly—low—and you find a strong feeling of need throbbing in your lower body at the sound of his voice. “Say it. Don’t disappoint me.”

You could never dream of it.

“B—Bi-han…” Your voice comes out as a long, drawn out whine. You’re usually more mindful of your volume—but the feeling of him pressing into you like this, so relentlessly—you can’t help it. Hands gripping the mat to steady yourself, there’s nothing to stop the sounds that you make from escaping. You try to bite your lip—but he just presses deeper into you. Making you whine more. Your body trembles under him—legs shaking—as he draws back to plunge further into you especially roughly.

Bi-han is starting to find that he doesn’t mind listening to the sound of you moaning under him like this.

“You belong to me,” he reiterates, his hand moving from your hair towards the junction of your legs. Cool fingertips make their way towards the bud in between your legs—two of his fingers rubbing your clit in soft circles, a stark contrast to the punishing pace that he’s set for you. “No other man can have you like this. Say it.”

“Y—yours,” your words come out in babbles, barely intelligible as you struggle—squirming and writhing under him as he toys with your clit and drills inside of you. “Yours—I’m—”

The feeling is too much. His cold fingers ghosting along your clit—the other hand gripping your hips harshly enough to leave bruises. It doesn’t take a long time for your squirming to become borderline uncontrollable; matching the way your walls flutter and tighten around him like a vice and matching the way your cream and arousal stain his cock. Bi-han fucks you through it. He always does—more focused on finishing himself than having any regard for you—his hips stuttering at the feeling of you creaming around him and his grip on your hip tightening even more.

He stuffs his cock inside of you, burying himself to the hilt—leaving no space between the both of you. You can feel his seed leaking inside of you—it’s warm, and hot, and unfamiliar.

“You’ll give me a son.” He tells you, voice akin to a demand as his grip on your hips keeps you in place.

Who are you to deny your Grandmaster?

#quaking #bi han #mortal kombat

[jaybirdsdarling]

i never realized how bad i need a arranged marriage trope w bi-han😭😭 PLUS THE DADDY ISSUES HE HAS FANFICS WRITERS PLEASE OLEASE IM BEGGING ON MY KNEES I WILL GIVE YOU MY FIRST BORN CHILD

#bi Han #mortal kombat #ice daddy #I need him to tell me to obey my grandmaster too

[jaybirdsdarling]

I fr fr need to see more Bi-Han x reader fics pls

#mortal mom at #bi han #sub zero #he’s daddy fr fr #love my spicy popsicle man #went MIA for two years but here I am #I can write it but I’m lazy rn

[jaybirdsdarling]

I’m literally BEGGING. on my KNEES. Begging for more Halsin x reader content.

Please. I’m dying.

#halsin x reader #halsin #bg3

[jaybirdsdarling]

Why is the DC fic tag only filled with batmom fics and fluff 😭. Like I don't even need to read a non con fic rn but wheres the spice? The seasoning? The heat? Let me balance that shit out.

#too accurate 😔 #dc

[jaybirdsdarling]

I have never wanted to fuck an android

Until I played Detroit Become Human

#yandete connor anyone? anyone? #rambling #Detroit become human #sex with an inanimate object I think?

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This is legitimately the most horrifying tweet I’ve seen in a long time

#this is… definitely fruity

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Wtf is up with tumblr and certain posts that they keep on your newsfeed for like a fucking week no matter how many times you scroll past it??

#like how many times are we gonna do this before I press not interested just to make it go away

[jaybirdsdarling]

Hal Jordan likes to pretend to be the coolest person in the Justice League but he absolutely does not know how to use any social media. He laughs at memes that are 15 years old.

#hal jordan #green lantern #reblog

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I’m late to this but I actually headcanon that Jay’s dick is a few shades darker than his body and now I am salivating 🧍‍♀️

GUUUURLL Long time without knowing about you ♡

Ohhh I like that idea! Jason is pretty pale so I think his dick would be like tanned or something like that lol

So far the collective headcanon about how Jason's cock looks like is something like this:

Jason's dick is thicker than average and a little bit longer, let's say about 7'4 in.

His cock is a few shades darker than his skin, the head color is pink that leans over a more reddish tone, and has some veins that goes from the base to the top. All of this is surrounded by a nice patch of dark hair with a little white streak on his balls.

We're rotten 💀

#Jason cock worship #reblog #gangrenados #❤️❤️

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[jaybirdsdarling]

I like it when you talk about comics and various characters so- What are, in your opinion, Jason Todd's best and worst character traits? And if you've already answered something like that before then, same question but with Wade Wilson, please. :)

I think this is the first ask that I received after @theflyingwonder​ pointed people in my direction (ty shelly look what you’ve done). I wrote a response a few days later, but it left me feeling unsatisfied, so I decided to leave it in my drafts for…months… I’m still unsatisfied, but oh well. 

Part of the problem is that it’s particularly difficult to categorize Jason’s character traits into best/worst, good/bad, flaws/strengths. Many aspects of Jason involve the word “but”, which is part of why he appeals to me so much. He is, for lack of a better word, complicated. 

For example, Jason is very protective of vulnerable people (especially children), but those he deems unworthy of protection are also deemed as less than human, deserving of torture and death on a whim. The latter are “stinking animals”, “mad dogs”, “reptiles”, never people that he murdered. 

At the same time, he does practice discretion; in Lost Days, he chose not to kill a driver involved in an operation and the friends of someone plotting to blow up part of London because he decided they weren’t that bad, and in Under the Hood, he tended to the wounds that he inflicted on Onyx because he just wanted to mess with her rather than actually kill her.

On a similar note, Jason seems to see the world in shades of gray, which is a more realistic approach that allows for understanding many people in difficult situations, but his judgments are swift and black-and-white. While he empathizes with what Mia Dearden needed to do for survival, he doesn’t look more closely at whether some random thugs are worth killing, particularly since his own father was just a random thug whose death prompted Jason to try to murder Two-Face.

His loyalty is very intense. On one hand, he’ll walk through fire for you. On the other hand, he expects the same, even if it might go against that person’s moral code (sorta). If you don’t reciprocate, then he assumes that you must have never cared about him. That’s, frankly, ridiculous. 

And then there are things like his fearlessness. It’s part of what got Bruce’s attention in the first place–few people would dare call Batman a big boob–but it’s also part of his self-destructive nature. Or his sense of humor, which is entertaining but also a great way for him to distance himself from what he’s doing. “Gaggle of dirtbags”, indeed. 

Jason is also incredibly hard-working and intelligent. Despite being a fifth grade drop-out, he mastered computer science and ended up getting to ninth grade before he died, devoting himself to his studies and taking any opportunity for extra credit. Even as Robin, Bruce loved training him because Jason was a quick learner who never gave up when things looked tough. That’s one of his few straightforward strengths, even when he utilizes it in morally dubious ways–such as his actions in Lost Days and as a crime lord in Under the Hood. Despite what FabNic and some New52 writers might imply, Jason is terrifyingly competent, and even when he’s outmatched, he can and will resort to dirty tactics, such as poisoning his enemy’s drink before the fight. 

As Robin, Jason was more interested in taking down bad guys than looking after the victims, as evidenced by his reluctance to stay and help a man get his heart medication or walk a college student home. As (pre-)Red Hood, however, he rescued the would-be-child slaves and sent them to an embassy before confronting Egon. When he was in London, he didn’t just thwart the plot to bomb the bridge–he also ensured that none of the people framed for it would get in trouble. This prioritization of victims over perpetrators is a clear strength. 

Overall, I’d say the ongoing conflict between his compassion and his cruelty are his best and worst character traits, but that conflict is what makes him who he is. He’s the kinda guy who will teach the neighborhood kids how to ride a bike during the day, and behead a dozen “reptiles” who might have abused children at night.