A Yummy Little List Of Bi-han I'm Enjoy Myself Now. Been Looking For More Of The Man.

A yummy little list of Bi-han I'm enjoy myself now. Been looking for more of the man.

Okay Tomoka...back at you.

I need some Noob Saibot 👀

It’s real Noob loving hours, I’ve been kind of on a baby kink with Bi-Han lately, soooo hopefully you aren’t averse to breeding kinks. I have a couple Noob only fics in my master list:

A Quickie about Noob in bed

Knifeplay with Noob (Male Reader)

Noob Daddy Kink (Female Reader)

Cao Wo (Male Reader)

Female Reader with SZ Bi-Han and Noob Saibot

Fade to Black (female reader SZ Bi-Han and Noob Saibot)

Ok so with that shameless self promotion out of the way here’s a filthy little quickie, hope you enjoy it love!

Your eyes roll back as the wraith pulls your hair sharply and slams his cock deeper into your dripping pussy, you can’t help but cry out at the sensation. The pleasure mixed with pain has your thighs trembling and he’s barely just started with you, “Bi-Han,” you whimper in a voice you almost don’t recognize. It’s breathy and thickly laced with lust as you tighten around his thick cock, he pulls another cry from your lips almost immediately as he pulls out, leaving just the tip of his dick inside your tight hole before snapping his hips forward burying his length to the hilt.

“You’re such a little slut for my cock, you know that right, qīn?” he teases, not moving his hips, he just waits for you to do the work.

You whimper as you thrust your hips backward, desperate to be filled over and over again, “it’s not my fault, who said you were allowed to have such a big, thick,” you pause to cry out as you find your sweet spot and drive the wraith’s dick into it with each rock of your hips, “p-perfect cock. Fuck, it feels so good, please Bi-Han, please,” you cry his name and beg him as you fuck yourself on his impressive length.

Noob Saibot just smirks, enjoying having his ego stroked as much as he’s enjoying your tight pussy, “is that so?” He lets out a low chuckle as his cold hand connects with your pert ass and he pulls your hair tighter, his blunt fingernails digging into your scalp.

“Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna cum,” you wail as you throw your hips back with reckless abandon, everything feels perfect right now. You shriek his name as your eyes roll back into your skull, mouth hanging open as drool pools down your chin as every muscle in your body locks and your velveteen pussy clamps down on the wraith’s thick cock. Your world comes undone as you shudder and tremble in his tight hold, he makes a low grunt as your pussy spasms around his dick, pulling it deeper and deeper inside your tight canal.

He allows you a moment or two to regain yourself, his smug smirk ever-present as he flips you over, he uses his heavy, well-sculpted body to easily force you onto your back and pushes your legs into your chest as he lifts your hips up to put your entire pussy and ass on display. The wraith stays on his knees as he mounts you, his thick cock forcing it's way back inside your slick hole, pulling a shaky moan from you, “now this is a good look for you,” he grabs your face to force you to look into his eerie white eyes, “absolutely desperate for my cock, but I know you better than that qīn, it’s not just my dick you want, it’s my seed,” his grin only grows as his tongue presses against his canine.

“Oh, oh! Fuck! Yes, Bi-Han! Oh please, please I need you to fill me up, it feels so good when you cum inside me,” you ramble incoherently as the wraith sets a fast pace and drives into your fluttering cunt hard enough to make it borderline painful but you love it when he loses control like this. “P-please aì rén, give me what I want, let me give you an heir, please, my body is desperate to give you a baby, please, please Bi-Han, I-I need your cum. I need to feel your icy load painting my unprotected womb white,” you tremble and shake from need with each deep hard thrust from the wraith. You don’t even care what you’re saying anymore, part of you is vaguely aware that you’re begging Bi-Han like a needy little bitch in heat, but his cock feels too good for you to care as you throw your head back and arch your back as his heavy, perfectly muscled body presses you into the mattress.

Noob Saibot lets out a shaky sigh, he’s heard you beg him for this so many times, but tonight, with you underneath him with your desperate, flushed expression he can’t help but give in, “you better not waste any of it, I expect your filthy little cunt to swallow every drop of my load, and you better give me a son, I won’t settle for a weak heir,” he grunts as he pounds into your tight, hot pussy.

You cry his name loudly, his words making your brain short circuit with desire, “oh please aì rén, I’ll give you the strongest son, he’ll be a powerful, unstoppable warrior just like you,” you pant out in between moans. Your toes curl and you bite your lip to try and stifle your cries as his cock continues to piston in and out of you, each thrust driving his thick-cock head against your cervix, the action sending full-body shudders throughout your entire body. “Oh fuck, fuck, fill me up, please paint my insides white!” You squeal before biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood as a mix of blood and saliva drip down your chin and onto your heaving bosom. Your hands knot in the sheet below you as you teeter right on the edge of completion.

The wraith lets out a guttural groan as his hips falter as he dominates your hole with a few more erratic thrusts, “I’m going to fill you with so much cum you’re going to be choking on it,” he rasps as his blunt fingernails dig into the flesh of your supple hips. His hips stutter before he drives his cock all the way inside the tight confines of your hot pussy, burying it as deeply as he can before giving you a slight snarl as he empties his load inside your waiting cunt.

You scream his name as the wraith’s orgasm sends you over the edge, you pant and whimper as you feel the thick globs of cum pumping into you. Tears of satisfaction stream down your cheeks as you lay there completely at the wraith’s mercy, it feels so right, so perfect as you revel in each little twitch and pulse of his massive dick. “Th-thank you aì rén, that was so perfect, I won’t disappoint you, I swear,” you coo in a sweet, love-drunk voice.

The wraith makes no attempt to move, just laying on top of you, enjoying the warmth of your body, “just don’t make me regret it,” he grunts gruffly.

I'm out here being a hoe for Bi-han again at 4am in the morning. Life's great :)

Can't seem to find your post w/all the yays and nays for asks so if this doesn't fit by all means trash it; how do you feel about knifeplay/multiple orgasms Noob/M!reader?

Thanks for sending me an ask and thanks for being patient for the reply, I’m officially back from my concert. Honestly I was considering abandoning writing for MK though, I’ve been worried people aren’t enjoying what I write anymore. My notes keep consistently going down, there’s less reblogs; most of which are from mutuals/friends and no one other than the occasional friend actually replies to anything so I figured people are just kind of over it. Maybe that anon who thought I write incest scared them off, or maybe it’s just the fact that they are WAY better writers who do everyone, even Bi-Han so much better than I can that makes me feel like my stuff is a burden that people just have to like search around. It’s also really difficult because I try and be really supportive of other people who like Bi-Han (as more than just a “cool character”), because let’s be honest there aren’t a ton of us, but it’s definitely not reciprocated and makes me wonder what I’m doing wrong, or what they don’t like about me/my writing. (The big exception to this is @fromthewifecage who is always a wonderful person, and is super supportive, and I adore her immensely, thank you!

So, sorry for the sidetrack, but yeah I’m happy to write this, for ease of access here’s what I do and don’t do, (I also added a link to the post in my bio) honestly there’s not much off limits with Bi-Han (OG Sub-Zero and Noob), I would say I’d probably be pickier with other characters though. I did just write a gender neutral multi-orgasm with Noob that you might be interested in too, so that’s here.Warnings for this ficlet include: MK9 Noob ladder ending (aka him ruling the Netherrealm, but it’s still aesthetically MK11 Noob, but we ignore the lack of nose and hair in Tomoka Land) an anxious male reader, self harming behaviors, slight humiliation kink, explicit language, a little choking, knife (sickle) play, blood, rough sex and obviously multiple orgasms.I will throw this one up on AO3 with more detailed tags for anyone who’s on the fence about reading this, but it is 100% consensual.Alright enough annoying warning and self loathing BS, the smut is under the cut, and asks are officially back open/off delay.

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Welcome Company pt.4

Quick Note: Thank you to all who've supported Wolffe so far! It's late, but I woke up late this morning... :/ oops

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Sinker walked up with a grin on his face, arms crossed over his chest in a mockery of his Commander’s tall, proud posture. Everyone Wolffe had passed in the barracks had given him at least a second or third glance. His armor shined, and not a single scratch could be seen under the harsh lights glinting off the surface.

“You look like a brand new man, Commander.” Sinker taunted, coming to a full salute without any intentions of true acknowledgment to his brother’s rank.

“Enough, vod.” Wolffe lamely replied, recognizing that glint in Sinker’s eyes from ten clicks away. It was enough to leave, let alone be forced to hear about it for the rest of the day.

“Oh, don’t look at me Wolffe. I’m the least of your problem.” He chuckled, clapping a hand over Wolffe’s shoulder. “I just think the paint job looks good.”

Sinker wasn’t wrong. The girl had touched up the lines on his paint, along with the more structural damages he’d sustained. He’d hoped it would go unnoticed, but whenever a trooper did anything new, whether it be a tattoo, haircut, or armor fix, everyone was bound to hear about it. Wolffe just bowed his head, and let the assault on his repaired plastoid continue.

About the time he’d reached the doors to their barracks, Sinker had finally run out of smart things to say. And just about that time Boost and Comet appeared with eye the size of mess-hall trays.

“So you did see her?” Boost said in a low voice, eyes glancing around the room.

Wolffe rolled his eyes, and let out a deep breath before giving a curt nod. By the time he reached his rack, there was a short trail of his brothers following behind with questions being fired off so quickly he could only catch one. It was

“What does she look like? No one on this entire kriffing base will tell me.” Boost practically whined like a child, looking to Wolffe with expectant eyes. Only Wolffe had nothing to say on the matter. In fact, he was the slightest bit disappointed he couldn’t hold that particular secret to himself.

“Enough.” He snapped, picking up the holopad off his bunk. “What I do during leave isn’t any of your business.” Only his short tone hadn’t effected his brothers interest at all.

“I’ll bet the food was great. I’ve heard from everyone that she makes the best food on Coruscant. Even Fives said that he would eat anything that she made.” Boost commented, speaking to Five’s proclivity for only eating ration bars, instead of the mess-hall’s dinners.

“I just want to know if she’s pretty.” Boost shrugged, not appreciating his question going unanswered. “Imagine if she had thick-”

“Dank Farrik! Can’t you leave good enough alone.” Comet stopped him from going any further. “Kriff, she’s not a piece of meat.”

He shrugged in apology, and quieted down long enough for a silence to overtake the pack. It wasn’t that Warthog had really overstepped a boundary, but it was well-understood amongst all the troopers that what the girl did had nothing to do with sex. In fact, some who had misunderstood the girl’s offerings had been reprimanded privately by those who found out, and didn’t take a liking to what their vod had done. It was obvious that Warthog hadn’t been to her home, but that didn’t keep Comet -who had been more times than Wolffe- from putting him in his place. Even though Wolffe had only been once, he was more than up to speed with the behavior that was accepted by others who visited.

Wolffe found himself torn. Between his own security in showing his face, and the hard-pressed want he had to see what the girl looked like for himself. It wasn’t that he couldn’t really, but the risk of scaring her weighed heavier than his curiosity. He’d already imagined her over multiple times. But nothing seemed quite right. He always missed the visual representation she most likely possessed, of that overwhelming warmth that he felt when stepping in the door.

The only thing he could get right was what she smelled like.

Sweet; Like those pancakes she made. Sugar, and something a little richer like honey. It was enough to make his head swirl in a buzz. Almost like he’d been one a ship with General Skywalker for one too many deployments. Something sticky that he couldn’t quite get out of his mouth. He couldn’t help but want more.

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Wolffe’s dream ended with the that saccharine smell overwhelming his senses into a hazy limbo of sleep and consciousness. He felt warm, and almost boneless as if he were floating a few inches above the bed. It was the most relaxed he’d ever felt. On his stomach, he took a heavy deep breath in and flexed his muscles. His arms faced resistance, as the tightened closer to his body. Soft heat emanated from below him, not quite body temperature but enough to have him adjusting so he could get closer. When his own breathing pattern began to even out, the same pattern just a little off-beat was following along beneath him. Still too high on leisure to open his eyes, Wolffe adjusted his hands finding purchase on… skin. It took a long second for Wolffe’s eye to adjust to the glowing sun coming through the thick curtains. Little rays of sun beaming down onto the carpet, and up the side of the bed where an arm peeked out from underneath of him. Only then did he see a shoulder and head nuzzled in tight to a blanket and pillow. His breath caught, and followed down her side where the t-shirt covering her had rode up high enough for Wolffe to press a palm flat against her stomach.

You aren’t alone. He thought, feeling the girl’s deep breaths rising and falling under his chest. Her head turned away from the glaring sunlight, unknowingly resting her forehead against his chest where she could find shadows. Small hands slid out from under the blankets, pulling them high over her shoulders before finding a more comfortable spot flat against his stomach.

Realizing that she had been the one to enter, Wolffe’s eyes widened. Whatever her reasoning was, it was bold to say the least. His breath hitched when her fingers began to gather the material of his shirt, holding tightly to the fabric. The girl seemed damn happy to be there, actually. A positively delighted expression, or at least from the half that Wolffe could see. Eyes softly closed and her nose pressed against his chest like she thought that was where she belonged. If he’d ever had a dream before, this was on he didn’t want to wake up from. And whatever had possessed her slip under the covers was more than enough to warrant Wolffe’s patience to hear her out.

She was comfortable here. With him.

It felt inhumanly good. Her heat and the sweet smell coming from her hair had his entire body thrumming with the desire to just go back to sleep. Sunlight shined through her hair, lighting up the side of her face with a gold glow that reminded him of the room downstairs with the rocking chair. It was the missing piece that always alluded him when trying to imagine what she looked like. She looked soft, and still sleepy by the way her eyelashes laid heavy against her freckled cheeks. Even sleeping she was creating a wave of comfort that washed over him like constant tide on Kamino.

Every trooper’s angel… His brother’s hadn’t been far off. For Wolffe, she looked like a damned oracle, a goddess even. Something no man like himself had the worthiness to see, let alone be sharing a bed with.

He got caught staring at his hand resting over her stomach long enough that he didn’t feel a pair of eyes looking back at him, sleepy and fluttering. Even the small stirs against his chest went unnoticed by the Commander who was too entranced by the freckles that surrounded his fingers, and no doubt underneath it. She was covered. And Wolffe couldn’t remember a time that he’d seen so many speckled spots one just one person.

Wolffe sketched up her arm once more to see a pair of eyes looking back up at him. He supposed she wasn’t fully awake, judging by the lack of worry on her face, but as time passed he figured out that she wasn’t as aware of her own position as she was of Wolffe’s. The girl but she seemed quite content to study his mismatched eyes, darting back and forth with a curiosity that made his gut twist in embarrassment.

No one ever looked at him like that.

She paid such close attention to his eyes that she wasn’t fully aware of how her fingers had begun idly playing with the material of his shirt, flexing and relaxing the material achingly slow so that the hem of his shirt had begun raising just as the girls had. Bare skin exposing on his stomach oh-so close to her working fingers. A small exhale caught in Wolffe’s throat as he tried to think of something to day, debating on whether or not it was appropriate to ignore the way his body pressed against hers and just be easygoing.

“S-sleep well?” He asked gently, tempting the silence that had enveloped them. He watched her eyes widen a little, before a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She looked damn shy, for being so brazen to sneak into his room. The heat under the blankets got noticeably hotter in as he waited for her response.

“Great.” She breathed, taking her bottom lip between her teeth and biting down on it. “What about you Commander?” He couldn’t help but stare back at her, feeling overwhelmed with the sound of her deep, sleepy voice.

“Best of my life.”

Wolffe couldn’t have been more truthful in his life. This girl immediately became the physical embodiment of what Wolffe had subconsciously searching for. A warm place, that somehow drowned out all of the comms in the air and constant reminder of how civilian-life sounds were almost indistinguishable from droid-poppers and cannon-fire. The girl on the other hand didn’t seem intent on moving, but she did realize her hands fisted in his shirt. Instinctively, she went to move them away but Wolffe was quick to soothe away any hesitation she had.

“I don’t mind, y-you can keep them there.” His hand that had previously holding the small of her back when to re-adjust her hands against his chest. It was possibly the weakest protest that he’d ever given as he felt the soft skin of her fingers resting against his own, callused ones. For a moment Wolffe wondered if there was an inch of her that wasn’t as supple as silk.

“You don’t mind me being here?” She asked gently, bringing his shirt back into her little hands. Wolffe stuttered mentally, trying to figure that out himself. It was a hell of a thing to explain if anyone were to find out, but his entire body screamed at him to just let it happen.

“No. I don’t mind.” He answered with as much confidence as he could muster.

He watched her close her eyes for a moment, almost trying to limit her senses in attempt to block out any distractions from forming her next sentence. She had the prettiest face he’d ever seen. Trailing over the bridge of her nose, and down to the curve of her upturned lips Wolffe struggled to keep his thoughts from bubbling over into a physical response. It had been… a long time since he’d felt any touch from a woman. And with the girl’s constant attention, he was finding it almost impossible to keep his cock from twitching against his pants.

“You were having nightmares… that’s why I came.” Her little smile disappeared, only for another smile to appear much bigger than the last. “I’m afraid to report that you were quite adamant that I stay with you Commander.” A ghost of a giggle shook her shoulders for a moment and Wolffe stilled at the sight of her amusement.

“I don’t remember.”

She giggled softly again, “Well, you seem to be a man of actions not words.” To Wolffe’s displeasure she released one hand and uncovered her leg from the blanket, running her slim fingers over five distinctive fingers laid out in purple bruises. “You’re quite the silent negotiator.”

Wolffe flinched at the sight, snapping his attention back to the girl who was carefully studying his expression. A fond smile still hovering over her lips. Patiently, she waited for him to form a train of thought -something he was having a particular struggle with this morning.

“M’sorry. Truly, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His head bowed down as he cursed himself. He knew it wasn’t something he’d done purposefully, but he didn’t like the thought of scaring her. But that kriffing smile on her face was making it hard to focus on self-reprimands.

“You hardly hurt me. In fact, I’ll be more than happy to wear a few more if it means you sleep well.” She recovered her leg, and gently moved her hand back to its rightful place. This time, her thumb pressed a few reassuring circles right over his chest. He had to grit his teeth to keep from keening to the sweet attention.

“I’m sorry. I’ve more the overstayed my welcome with you…” She paused, looking back up with wide glittering eyes, then down to where her legs had stayed threaded between his own. “Would you like or breakfast, or to have some bed to yourself for a while? Food won’t be ready by the time you make it downstairs, but I could probably make do in about fifteen standard minutes.”

Wolffe swallowed thickly, thinking momentarily about something he’d rather do that sleep or eat. The smell of her hair had him hungry for something other than pancakes.

“Would a shower give you enough time?” He asked breathlessly, aware of how easy it would be for her to press a hand flat to his chest and feel his heart racing.

Her smile widened, and the hundreds of freckles on her face practically glowed. “That would be more than enough time. Just make sure you use all the hot water I’ve got.”

With a loving pat to his stomach, she was up and out of bed like a whirlwind. Running a hand through her hair and straightening out the shirt Wolffe had his hand up less than ten minutes ago on her way towards the bedroom door. Magnetized to the way she moved, Wolffe rolled onto his back propped up on his elbows sporting the look of a truly bewitched man. He was lucky that her back was turned, or else it would have been almost impossible to miss the way his lips had curved into a awestruck smile. Her shorts had ridden up just high enough that Wolffe knew better than to look… for too long. Making a mental note of how good she looked in heather grey everything.

“I’ll see you at breakfast?” She turned her head to peak back through the opening in the door, raising an eyebrow at him.

He could only nod in response.

“Good morning Commander Wolffe.”

He almost choked when she said his name.

In the seconds it took for her to close the door, Wolffe felt the strain of his sweatpants and the pressure of his cock -half hard- stretching the material. He blew out a heavy breath, feeling like a shiny all over again. It hardly took hearing his name to jump to attention without a second thought. Even worse was the knowledge that he’d have to get from the bedroom to the shower without running into her. Otherwise he’d be sprinting to collect his armor and get out the door. He adjusted his hips, groaning at the pressure before forcing himself out of bed onto feet and legs that just didn’t want to move. Of all the times he could have such bad self-composure, now was most assuredly was not.

His shower didn’t go as planned. The hot water rinsed away his frustrations, but his constant replaying of her saying his name had almost the opposite effect. It sounded so sweet with her soft voice, countering the static and orders that often accompanied his name through his bucket. Pure sweetness that had Wolffe struggling to focus long after the hot water ran out. To his saving grace, the cold water finished the job off and woke him up just enough to halt the constant memory of her bare legs in his mind.

If breakfast went half as well as his wake-up call, it wouldn’t be long before he’d be stumbling on his words again.

At the foot of the stairs he could smell something that made his mouth water. Unfamiliar, yet still tempting enough to further depress the slew of inappropriate thoughts he’d almost washed down the drain. Standing at the range, with a wooden spoon in hand the girl had her eyes set on the skillet in front of her. Engrossed in her work, Wolffe took a quiet seat at the island where he’d eaten the night before and watched. Thankfully, the bar was tall enough to block her legs from view but that didn’t keep him from making the obvious assumption that she was petite. Her hips didn’t quite come flush with the counter, and the way she needed to get onto her toes to reach the second shelf in the over-head cabinets had Wolffe reeling again.

“You like sweet things.” She commented from her position, back facing him.

“Yes ma’am.” He caught himself not following her assumed train of thought, again cussing himself for not keeping a straight line of sight on the conversation.

“You don’t have to call me that Commander. And by way of creativity… and a lack of time-” she chuckled half-heartedly. “I’m using a little of what I had planned for dinner to help with breakfast.”

“What should I call you?” He asked, totally uncaring of what she served him to eat.

“Oh, um. Everyone has a different name for me. I have quite a few interesting ones if I do say so myself.” Her laugh was completely unguarded this time, ringing like the richest chorus of bells in Wolffe’s ears. “I guess you’ll have to come up with one like everyone else has.”

Wolffe tilted his head, wondering what some of them were. “Give me some examples, so I don’t call you the same thing as my vod.”

She took in a sharp breath before laying her spoon down and turning to lean against the counter. She could see the embarrassment on her face as she mentally drew a list of the names she’d amassed. Wolffe’s entire body tensed at the sight of seeing her shrink at the thought of attention. He liked it more than he cared to admit.

“I don’t know where to start.” She gave him a helpless grin, spurring him on to help her.

“The 501st.” He stated, watching as her gears began to work. Wolffe was almost certain that the entire unit had been to stay with her. He hoped it would be an easy start.

“Hardcase calls me chef, does Tup. I’m sure you can guess why. Echo isn’t very partial to anything and neither is Rex. Kix calls me doll, or dollface; But Fives…” She let out an exasperated breath, “He’s very fond of calling me his wife.” She says with a somewhat lightly-veiled complaint. “Of course I’ve told him not to, but that doesn’t keep him from being persistent.”

Wolffe fought back the urge to say something off-color, being quite well-versed in Five’s excapades and the frequent complaints from adjoing units that share walls with the 501st. Oftentimes the paperwork gets lost when the cited noise complaints detail ‘loud moaning’ and the sounds of ‘women present’. Luckily he wasn’t of first-hand knowledge, but that was neither here nor there.

“I’m sure their all fond of you.” He commented dryly, looking to her with a knowing glance. She just smiled in return. “What about the 212th?”

“Cody is strictly ma’am, or the occasional sir when he’s still a little adjusted to being away from home. Waxer and Boil decided as a pair to call me tiny.” Her face grimaced in mortification, immediately looking to where her hands gripped her thighs, her fingers making indentations in her soft flesh.

Wolffe readjusted in his seat, clearing his throat. It was obvious she thought otherwise, but for the man sitting across from her it was more than clear to Waxer and Boil’s motive. She was more than small. Their nickname suited her down to the soles of her feet. But what caught his attention was the way she’d spoken about Cody.

Not adjusted to home…

Her tone and the simple way she’d said it conveyed her real belief that this was home to any clone that walked through the doors. To some extent Wolffe had to accept that included him as well. In the lack of a response from him, the girl turned around to continue her final preparations.

“My pack… what do they call you?” He had no idea who among his men knew her first, and the idea alone made his body flare in jealously. His dream from that morning still hung in the back of his mind, although it wasn’t a memory he was struggling to keep himself still on the barstool long enough to hear her answer.

“Sinker likes angel… and the only other of your pack that I’ve met is Comet, and he calls me stardust.” Her reply was much quieter this time, and Wolffe couldn’t understand why. But as she poured a golden liquid with sliced apples over doughy little pockets of bread, he attested it to her concentration with the hot skillet. “Apple dumplings… I planned on making these for dinner, but I think we can make an exception this morning.”

“You’ve got a lot of names.” He murmured as she slid a heaping plate towards his side of the island, holding out silverware for him to take.

“It’s all in good humor. Besides, it makes me feel like I’m a part.” She smiled, taking a fork and picking up one of the leftover apples from the skillet and sticking it in her mouth.

“What do you mean?” He asked, mulling the food around for a second before taking a second glance up at her. She was looking right back.

“I’m pretty much alone, save for my visits. All of you have names that mean something, significances that have bearing on who you are. Those CT numbers don’t give you any humanity. So when I get names from them, it’s like I’m being accepted into their little families. “ Her little shrug didn’t take away from the warmth that filled Wolffe’s chest.

She understood something most didn’t. That they didn’t have much of a singular identity as clones. Yet, for some reason she enjoyed the thought of being accepted by each and every one of them that had shared a part of their collective culture. An important part as well. The girl really treasured their names… although sometime boundary crossing, and took them as what they were. Acceptance. In that moment, Wolffe realized that this house wasn’t just a way for the his brothers to make a home, but for her to make one as well.

“You don’t like apples do you?” She frowned, looking at the uneaten food on Wolffe’s plate.

“I- uh, sorry. I haven’t had them like this before.” In silent apology, he gathered a bite and cleaned his fork. Immediately he tasted the sweetness, followed by a sugary spice that stuck to his tongue. It was delicious. He wasn’t at all surprised, but it resonated when he looked back up to see her waiting for his reaction. “It’s wonderful.” He said with another thick swallow.

Her eyes lit up gloriously, and Wolffe sat in awe again at her wildly expressive reaction. You could read her face like a book if you were paying attention. And it was almost habit already for Wolffe to scan over every little wrinkle and upturned lip that she gave him.

“I’m so glad.” Her palms came to meet right at her chest as she gave a silent clap, positively beside herself to know he’d liked it. Only now he was again disinterested in the food, and more so in getting her to react like that again. He took another bite, hiding his quick glances back to her.

After quite a long time, Wolffe finished his plate -which the girl demanded that she clean- and sat watching her back again as hot water steamed up from the faucet. He outlined her neck, and the way she held her head to the side as she scrubbed away at the sticky remains clinging to his plate. He really liked her in grey.

“Have you decided yet?” Again, she caught him not paying attention without even looking over her shoulder.

“About what?”

“You said you didn’t want a nickname that anyone else had for me… I was wondering if you had one in mind yet.” Her tone didn’t imply a single bit of impatience on his part, soothing away his instant panic of not knowing how to reply.

There was only one name that came to mind. And he wasn’t surprised that none of his brothers had thought of it first. It wasn’t in their nature to think so… possessively. Despite having a cold shower and a full stomach to wake up over the hazy morning he’s spent struggling to keep his mind of her hot hands scorching through his shirt, Wolffe was unable to help himself. He knew she wanted a family, and for better or worse, he had one. A group of his brothers nonetheless, but that didn’t matter as much as the name he’d picked out would. On first glance he thought of how wide-eyed she was, and how kriffing soft her hair was. With the most innocent face he’d ever seen it only made sense. Socked feet that don’t make sound when she walks and the natural way she made him want to pick her up and keep her there as long as she’d let him were all it took to base his reasoning.

With a deep breath, Wolffe straightened his shoulders and waited for her to turn around. When those pretty eyes met his, a his the corner of his mouth curled into a roguishly secretive smile. It was his name for her. And if she was as quick as he thought he to be, she’d understand just what he meant by it.

“Pup.”

Welcome Company pt.2

Author’s Note: Here is a continuation that you’ve asked for! If you’d like for another part, let me know! I’ll make a taglist if you’re interested as well! Just Ask Me or sent a message!

“Commander Wolffe, I expect your leave treated you well?” General Plo’s rumbling voice greeted him with a familiarity that had him reeling back to the war room meeting he was supposed to be listening to.

“Yes, sir.” Wolffe responded with a concealed grimace, watching the other Generals in the other room slowly turn their gazes away from himself, and back to the holomap. Wasn’t it bad enough that the General knew he wasn’t paying attention? Let alone bringing it to the attention of the entire room.

“What do you think of General Kenobi’s plan?” Plo asked, pointing to the simulated geographic landscape on the holo.

“This is General Skywalker’s, sir…”

It was a test…

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Welcome Company

Author’s Note: Trying my hand at writing for my favorite Clone Commander. Wolffe. The poor baby just needs some love for all the hard work he does.

I could make a continuation if anyone is interested. 

All he could see were rows of civilian housing stretching down the long sidewalk. Direct copies of one another, given to all of the GAR’s volunteers who didn’t live close enough for quick recall to the base. Only Wolffe knew what he was looking for amongst the sand-colored houses lining his left and right.

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Since @stillfuckinbetterthanyou asked about it and it occurred to me this one never showed up in the tags when I posted it last... September? Maybe? Here it is again, Filth Alphabet for both Sub-Zero Bi-Han and Noob Saibot are under the cut, I'm pretty sure I managed to keep it gender-neutral since we all know Bi-Han doesn't care about that nonsense.

@corruptedcryomancer I'm curious how accurate I am on your alphabet fufufu

Bi-Han simps tag: @free-the-shadows @tora-lotus @chadillacboseman @docnot

Hope you lovelies enjoy this!

OG SUB-ZERO:

·         Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Bi-Han is usually pretty good about aftercare, he’s always going to make sure he gets a warm towel to wipe you down with, or if you get way too cold, he’ll run you a hot bath. He’s not getting in the tub with you because he’s far too cold. Best case scenario you’d end up with freezing cold water and a really grumpy cryomancer, not a good combination for either of you but he’ll sit on the side and rub your shoulders or nip at your neck. He’s more than happy to cuddle you afterward, not necessarily for your benefit but more so because he thinks you look absolutely adorable trying to pretend you aren’t freezing, while you’re shivering and clamping your teeth together to keep them from chattering.

·         B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Bi-Han is unapologetically a “titty” man, this isn’t specific to gender though, he loves his male partner's “titties” as much as his female partner counterparts. Honestly, he’s the type to love absolutely everything about his partners but he’s just particularly fond of chests. As far as his favorite body part is concerned, he’d say everything, just look at him the man is flawless. If he has to narrow it down though he’s most proud of his biceps, he’s worked really hard to make sure they’re just as functional as they are gorgeous.

·         C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Bi-Han’s a lot to swallow if you will aka, he cums more than your average man, and yes, he adores watching you try and swallow it all. What he loves even more though is when you can’t manage it and you end up making a mess of yourself. He’d much rather cum inside his partner than on their back or stomach, but he’s pretty into cumming on your face or tits but only if his partner is ok with it.

·         D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Bi-Han honestly doesn’t have a lot of dirty secrets, he’s a pretty straightforward and open guy. The closest thing to a dirty secret he has is that he actually cares about his little brother a LOT even though he’ll tease him nonstop and deny that he cares about Kuai Liang.

·         E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Bi-Han is a grade-A fuckboi, this man knows exactly what he’s doing in any occasion. You’d think that he might be a little inexperienced or sheltered what with growing up in the Lin Kuei, but between the brothel, sneaking out of the complex, and missions, he’s pretty much tried everything that a dominant top would at least once.

·         F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual.)

Holding his partner up with one hand and fucking them is his preferred position, most of the time he isn’t going to rely on a wall to hold his partner up either. A lot of times he’ll have his partner facing away from him too, so they have nothing to hold onto, Bi-Han likes being the one in control of everything. That position also gives him really easy access to rub their clit of stroke their cock while he’s fucking them into next week.

·         G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Bi-Han’s not really serious or humorous in the moment, but he’s very full of himself, he’s a cocky and arrogant man and that definitely carried over to the bedroom. So, he’s expecting a partner that he can dirty talk, praise and fluster, he’s counting on that type of reaction from his partner. He’s pretty serious when he actually cums though, eyebrows all knitted in concentration as his grip on you tightens and his control over his cryomancy falters a bit before he spills inside you.

·         H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s extremely well-groomed, Bi-Han is very confident and proud of his appearance and he takes amazing care of his body when it comes to his physique and that carried over to hygiene. He doesn’t shave, but he’s impeccably trimmed. The carpet does match the drapes lol his pubes are black just like his hair is, there’s no surprises down there.

·         I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Bi-Han CAN be intimate, but he prefers rougher sex. I’ve talked about it in the past but what with the constant stress and pressure he’s under to live up to his Grandfather’s expectations and the pressure he puts on himself on top of that he really needs an outlet of it. Sometimes working out just isn’t enough and he’d much rather fuck his frustrations out (lucky you/me). That isn’t to say he can’t be loving on intimate, but it’s going to be a while before you reach that part with him, he’s a profession assassin, he’s not really used to letting people in, you’re going to need to be a little patient. He’s not much of a romantic either, but he’ll definitely go out of his way to spoil you, whether it’s with your favorite foods, or taking you places you like, jewelry, trips, you name it he’s more than happy to show you his feelings more so than vocalize them.

·         J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

What does he need to do that for he has you but if he’s stuck on a long mission, or if he really wore you out and he just can’t get rid of that urge he will definitely jack off. He has no reservations putting on a show for you if you ask him to either.

·         K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bi-Han’s biggest kink is definitely choking, he loves exercising his control over you. I have definitely talked about his before, but he loves wrapping his big, icy hand around your throat when you’re close to cumming and squeezing harder and harder until he forces you to choke and sputter before cumming hard. He also loves seeing you choking on his cock, especially if you’re really into it, making cute little whimpers while you choke yourself on his big, thick cock, forcing your eyes to water as you try and force yourself to breath. He loves everything about that.

Another more on the nose kink he has is temperature play, which is pretty much a guarantee unless you’re a fellow cryomancer. He loves coating his fingers in ice before plunging them inside you seeing how long you can handle the cold. If you’re really naughty or he’s particularly worked up he’ll fuck you with an icicle until you’re a shivering, crying mess.

·         L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The Grandmaster’s throne. As far as he’s concerned Bi-Han is the only choice for Grandmaster once Sektor’s father passes, so to him it’s already his throne. He’ll get a real kick out of just sitting there and letting you ride him for all your worth, though he’s more than happy to slam you down on his cock over and over again.

·         M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

What doesn’t turn Bi-Han on? Real turns on for him are you being vocal, he likes knowing he’s doing a good job. Scratching the base of his neck where his hairline ends is another good way to turn him on, he loves the feeling of nails raking across his shorn hair. This is doubly effective if you’re doing it when you’re in his lap making out with him.

·         N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Be submissive, Bi-Han has spent his entire life following orders the last place he wants to do that is in the bedroom. He’s just not into being tied up, told what to do, or anything along those lines.

·         O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Hmmm preference is hard, Bi-Han is more than happy to go down on his partners, but he’d probably rather be on the receiving end. He absolutely loves watching his partner sucking his cock, nothing is a bigger turn on for him or makes him feel more in control, especially if you’re on your knees sucking him off, or if you’re sucking him off on the Grandmaster’s throne. Doesn’t get much better for him than that, but he is extremely skilled with his tongue so you’re in for a treat. His cold tongue feels incredible and he knows just what to do with it and he won’t stop until you beg him to.

·         P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Bi-Han prefers fast and rough, he likes to switch it up though to keep his partner on their toes. The only thing you can really count on with him is that it will always be deep, sometimes he’s slow and sensual but most of the time he’s hard and rough. Get used to walking funny.

·         Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

BI-Han’s never turning down and opportunity to have sex, he’s more than happy to pull you into an empty room at the Lin Kuei compound and just pull your pants down and fuck you against the door. He’s also more than happy to spend all night fucking you, basically he’ll take every opportunity he can get.

·         R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s always down to try something new as long as he’s still in control of the situation he’s also always down to take risks. Whether that risk is getting caught fucking you in the Grandmaster’s throne room or behind a building when the two of you are out on a date, he’s willing to risk it. He’s an assassin that can freeze people instantaneously what’s the worst that can happen.

·         S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Bi-Han really prides himself on his performance, so you can expect to cum at least 2-3 times a session regardless of your gender. He can easily go 3-4 times a night, but is pretty good about gauging his partner’s condition, if you’re completely done after one round he’ll probably take care of himself again in a quick, cold shower before joining you in bed, but he’d much prefer to keep exhausting you himself.

·         T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Bi-Han’s not opposed to toys but doesn’t really have any of his own. He’d much rather satisfy you himself, but he has no problem using a vibrator on you while he fucks you if you want some added stimulation or if his partner is female he has nothing against using a dildo while he’s fucking whichever hole you want him in. He’s really about making sure you’re enjoying yourself as much as he is so he’s pretty opening to trying whatever toys you want to, but he won’t let you use toys on him.

·         U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Bi-Han is kind of a tease, he’s always going to follow through on anything he starts but he has no shame in teasing his partners with his body or slowing down/stopping when his partner is close to draw things out longer. If you’re obviously desperate though he’s not going to tease you in the least, he’s going to take care of you then and there. He’s pretty good at following his partner’s preferences though so if you like being teased he’ll do it more often but if you don’t like being teased, he won’t be an ass. Either way though he’s still going to walk around topless as often as possible though because he’s just like that, enjoy the show.

·         V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Bi-Han’s pretty quiet, he’ll groan or grunt about as much as your average guy but that’s about it. He’s a growler though, if you’re doing something he really likes or he’s about to cum he’s going to growl, it’s low and in the back of his throat and is basically the sexiest noise on the planet. He has a tendency to bite his partner’s neck when he’s about to cum to cover up any noise he might be trying to hold back.

·         W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Random headcanon, well I’ve mentioned it a few times, but Bi-Han is a surprisingly competent cook. He used to help his Mom in the kitchen a lot as a kid before the Lin Kuei kidnapped him and his favorite thing to make with her is dumplings.

Another one I’ve talked a little less about is that Bi-Han would always cover for Kuai Liang when they were growing up, not necessarily when they still lived with their Mother because they were still both young enough that they didn’t get into a whole lot of trouble. When they were taken by the Lin Kuei though, Bi-Han would always take Kuai Liang’s place for punishment, he’d always convenience their sifus it was his fault. He always tried to spare Kuai Liang as much pain as he could because he knew he could handle it and because he wanted to protect his little brother for their Mother’s sake. He might not talk about her much if ever, but Bi-Han’s Mother is incredibly important to him and he’d do anything to make her proud.

·         X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Polar Bear is packing, he’s 9” and it’s THICC and cold, though his whole body is cold so that shouldn’t be a surprise. It’s definitely not monstrous to the point it’s not enjoyable but your jaw is going to be really sore after sucking him off and you’ll be able to feel him inside long after he’s done. Yes, he’s smug AF about it.

·         Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Practically insatiable, honestly this man is always DTF. I mentioned it before but he’s really good at feeling his partners out, so if you’re drive’s not quite up to par with his then he’ll just take care of himself, but he always prefers to be with his partner.

·         Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Bi-Han’s not going to fall asleep before his partner very often, he’s used to not being afforded the luxury of being able to sleep for long periods of time. If he’s just come back from a mission though he will probably fall asleep right after he cleans you both up. He’s really cute when he’s asleep and doesn’t look like the ferocious warrior he is, especially when his hair is all messed up and he’s just kind of sprawled out all over the place.

NOOB SAIBOT:

·         Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Noob’s not the best at aftercare if we’re being completely honest. He’ll clean you up if he feels like it, but honestly, he’d rather spend a few extra minuets looking at your completely wrecked body. He’ll help you to the bathroom and hold you up if you can’t stand on your own under the shower, but there’s not going to be any really loving or intimate moments. Saibot on the other hand will happily cuddle and pet your head once you’ve collapsed into bed.

·         B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Noob’s favorite part of himself is his cock, it’s about the only thing that didn’t really suffer from him becoming a wraith. Tomoka Land does not believe MK11’s horribleness of Noob having no nose or hair or anything, but he’s still a little less conscious when it comes to his appearance because his body has definitely changed. Particularly his skin, he doesn’t love the way it looks like it’s stretched so tightly over his frame, so yeah dick it is. As far as his partner is concerned, their mouth, Noob Saibot really has a major oral fixation so making sure his partner has a pretty mouth is a top concern of his.

·         C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Noob lives to cover you in cum, he really loves displaying his dominance by marking his partner with his cum. He’s favorite is painting your face completely white, again it’s very much a display of dominance for him, he loves seeing you messy and is even more into it when you’re very clearly enjoying it as well. Like his living counterpart he still definitely respects his partner’s boundaries though so if he’s not you’re thing he won’t do it, but he will pout and try and convince you to try it.

·         D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s death personified if you ask him, but deep down he really needs affection and physical contact, he knows what a monster he’s become so he really needs a partner who isn’t afraid of him. His need for physical contact is really evident if you’re out in public, he’s probably not going to be holding your hand, but he will hold onto your shirt or sleeve kind of like a little kid would with their Mom. He’s not going to shake you off if you wrap your arms around him, but he won’t do it of his own accord because he feels like he doesn’t have the right to touch you that way anymore because of how twisted and corrupt he’s become.

·         E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Noob definitely knows what he’s doing, he knew what he was doing in life and that definitely carried over in death. If anything, he’s probably more proficient because he has a lot more patience than he did when he was alive and really strives to give his partner everything they need. He has all the time in the world, he’s going to make sure he’s giving you a good and proper fuck, with a whole lot of BDSM thrown in.

·         F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual.)

He wants you on your knees, with his cock buried so far down your throat your nose is pressed against his rock-hard abs. If you’ve been a very good girl or boy, he’ll have Saibot fuck you from behind while you’re wrecking your throat.

·         G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He won’t vocalize his concerns to his partner but most of the time he doesn’t understand why you still choose to be with him with the way he is now, so Noob’s definitely more serious than Bi-Han is. He’s all about focusing on first and foremost your pleasure, but also on his own. He knows he has to try a little harder now, so he plays around less.

·         H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

There’s no real change so he’s still extremely well-groomed. The only real change is he’s not quite as confident as he used to be so if he’s not actively with someone he’ll probably let it get a little messy but when he is seeing someone he still doesn’t shave, but he’s impeccably trimmed. The carpet still match the drapes lol his pubes are black just like his hair is, so still no surprises down there.

·         I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Noob doesn’t really do romance or intimacy, he doesn’t really have the emotional capacity to feel real love or emotions anymore, but he will get attached because he still craves physical and carnal pleasures. He will always take care of your physical needs, but that’s about where it ends. He’s pretty much your Dom at all times, so expect that from him and expect to be treated accordingly. If you’ve been with him a particularly long time he may have moments where there’s flashes or hints of something more than just sex, but it’s most likely just him mimicking how you treat him so don’t get your hopes too high that he’s suddenly remembered how to feel. That fuck Quan Chi saw to it that he can’t, so try not to blame Noob for it, just go kick Quan Chi in his bald-headed balls, repeatedly.

·         J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Noob jacks off a lot more than Bi-Han does, he doesn’t fuck around nearly as much as he did when he was alive, so he often finds himself having to take care of it on his own. Life’s also pretty boring and lonely in the Netherrealm, so he’s gotta do what he’s gotta do.

·         K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Begging is Noob’s biggest kink, nothing makes him feel more wanted and desired than hearing his partner begging for him to touch them, or fuck them or let them cum.

Crying is another thing he’s really into, he’s not going to make you cry from pain (unless you want him to) but he loves seeing you so frustrated that you start crying or so overstimulated from cumming too many times that you end up crying.

·         L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

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Thrones are still a big draw for Bi-Han even as Noob Saibot, I’m sure you guys know his ending from MK9 right? That hot ass picture of him sitting on a throne in the Netherrealm, yeah that’s exactly his favorite place to fuck your brains out. He’s not picky though, now that he’s no longer a cryomancer he can join you in the shower without complaint from you (not me I don’t mind cool/cold showers lol) so he takes advantage of the easy clean up the shower offers.

·         M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Begging, begging definitely turns him on, being vocal while giving him head turns him on or just touching him like he’s still a normal person will get him really riled up. Poor baby’s really touch starved.

·         N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He’s a little more relaxed about things as Noob Saibot, so there’s not really a whole lot off the table for him, he’s still not really a fan of giving up control, but if you get him drunk he’s a little more willing to try some new things. He’s not going to tell you he loves you though, so don’t ask him to, again he’s physically incapable of it.

·         O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

You’re the one giving it, period the end. No, I’m joking well kind of, Noob is absolutely obsession/fixated on throat fucking. He cannot get enough of it; he absolutely loves how it gives him complete and total control over a situation that usually you would have control over. He’ll return the favor if you ask, but he’s less likely to do it on his own than he did in life.

·         P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Unlike Bi-Han, Noob prefers slow and sensual, he still likes to switch it up though to keep his partner on their toes. He’s more than happy to get hard, fast and rough as hell but it definitely varies with how much time has passed between visits. If you see him frequently or you managed to pry him away from the Netherrealm and he actually lives with you he’s more likely to be harder and rougher. If you don’t see him very often he’s going to be slower and more sensual trying to soak up as much contact as he can. Either way he’s going to be plowing you deep and thoroughly, so you’ll basically never walk properly again.

·         Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Noob’s pretty into BDSM, far more so than he was in life so he’s all about “proper sex” he’s going to make sure you both have enough time to really make sure both of your needs are met. That doesn’t mean he’s not going to be down for quickies still because he totally is, but he’d rather spend the night working you up and teasing you to no end before finally fucking you slow and hard until you’re just a sobbing mess. That won’t stop him from just teleporting into your kitchen unexpectedly and fucking you against the fridge before you have to run off to work though.

·         R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Noob will definitely try whatever you want, he doesn’t have a lot of limitations or hesitations or anything, he’s even willing to give bottoming a go if you get him drunk first. Death has freed him of a lot of hang-ups he might have had when he was alive so pretty much anything goes at least once. He still prefers to be the one calling the shots, but you can talk him into a LOT.

·         S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

No changes here, Noob still really prides himself on his performance, so you can expect to cum at least 2-3 times a session regardless of your gender. He can easily go 3-4 times a night, but it pretty good about gauging his partner’s condition, if you’re completely done after one round he’ll probably take care of himself again in a quick shower before joining you in bed, but he’d much prefer to keep exhausting you himself.

·         T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Does he ever, Noob basically has one of every toy imaginable and a couple in different colors just for variety. Since crying from overstimulation is something, he enjoys immensely he’s more than happy to enlist the help from some toys to help get you to that point. If he’s not using Saibot to fuck you while you’re sucking him off you will be stuffed full of all sorts of toys and Noob with have the smuggest, most satisfied grin on his face while he toys with the remote (s) as he fucks your tight throat.

·         U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Noob is an utter ass, the man is the king of teasing, there is nothing he likes more than winding his partner up until they’re on the verge of breaking before he actually does something. Just like in life he will always follow through on what he starts, but man does he love seeing you all hot and bothered, on the verge of tears if not crying and begging him to fuck you.

·         V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Same as life, Noob’s pretty quiet, he’ll groan or grunt about as much as your average guy but that’s about it. He’s a growler though, if you’re doing something he really likes or he’s about to cum he’s going to growl, it’s low and in the back of his throat and is basically the sexiest noise on the planet. He has a tendency to bite his partner’s neck when he’s about to cum to cover up any noise he might be trying to hold back.

The BIG exception is if he’s drunk and bottoming, he is the noisiest, most demanding, hot mess of a bottom. He will whine, whimper and outright moan then when he’s not busy yelling at you to fuck him harder of that you’re not doing it right and he needs more.

·         W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Noob swears he’s death incarnate but is really a touch starved baby who’s trying his best to portray the same shameless level of confidence he had as OG Sub-Zero, but death really and truly messed him up. So, he still talks a big game, and projects that he “has no flaws” but deep down he’s painfully aware he’s not the same man.

·         X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

No change, Noob Saibear (he’s not exactly still a Polar Bear, now is he? lol) is packing, he’s 9” and it’s THICC and still pretty cold, though his whole body is cold because he’s dead/undead so that shouldn’t be a surprise, the nice thing though is he warms with your body heat. It’s definitely not monstrous to the point it’s not enjoyable but your jaw is going to be really sore after sucking him off and you’ll be able to feel him inside long after he’s done. Yes, he’s still smug AF about it.

·         Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

About the same as OG Sub-Zero so practically insatiable. I mentioned it before but he’s really good at feeling his partners out, so if you’re drive’s not quite up to par with his then he’ll just take care of himself, but he always prefers to be with his partner. The only real difference is that he’s a little more particular with his partners, he’s got more specific needs and like I mentioned dying really tanked his confidence. So, while he does still have a high sex drive, he’s a little pickier about potential sexual partners.

·         Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t have a need to sleep anymore, he’s undead, instead if he actually stays with you, which is a very rare occasion; he’ll sit next to you and stroke your hair while you sleep.