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Can you do a part 2 request for Tomas Vrbada x Muscular!Fem Reader in slightly smut?

Imagine Tomas sees his girlfriend in her nightgown. As she flexes her muscles to make him blush red

NIGHTTIME THOUGHTS

tomas vrbada x reader | sfw / nsfw-ish

CW! female reader, suggestive content, like only humping or explicit thoughts, fluffy, topish reader, Drabble

part 1

An empty bed and flushing ninja in it. How long ago had he’d been noticed by her, by you. A magnificent goddess with a overpowering stature.

A tall woman with a magnificent build.

You were everything that he admired.

Especially in that nightgown you threw onto your body. It hugged you in the right places and in the moonlight it was utterly beautiful to see you.

Finding you beautiful is always how he gets himself in these situations; you on his lap. He adored your weight on his lap, and movement of your hips.

You were forceful with it. Hands surrounding his face to make him look you in the eyes.

Or maybe what got him in this situation is when your flexed your muscles. Any time you did that he was flushing red. Didn’t know why but he liked the thought of getting dominated by you.

“Who’s my good boy.” It wasn’t a question. That teasing smirk of yours had him shaking. His hands resting on your hips as you two pleased each other.

“Me.” He whispered with a wobbly smile.

You laughed as you kept on moving. “You are and will continue to be.”

He laughed as he was pushed down onto the bed. The rustles of your nightgown being thrown and his own pajamas being taken off it would be a long night.

Especially when he caught sight of your magnificent body.

God, Tomas loved his life.

More importantly he loved you.

Hey again friend.

How about a headcanon of being best friends and a student to smoke 😄😄 please

Tomas Vrbada / Smoke Friendship Headcanons

Note(s) : I'm still learning how to write about his character, so criticisms are appreciated.

If we're talking Lin Kuei, Tomas is probably the best option for a mentor because he's not as strict and, uh, scary as Bi-Han, and even less serious than Kuai Liang, although that's not hard because he's so responsible.

But, that doesn't mean he'll let you slack off.

Tomas has a schedule, which includes waking up extremely early, most likely 6 AM, getting dressed and having breakfast in the span of a few minutes, you're expected to be at training for at least 7 AM. Then you train until lunch, around 1 PM, which lasts until 2 PM and then you train until dinner, around 6PM.

He expects you, and everybody else who trains under him, to follow that schedule. He can accept a few excuses, injuries making it harder to get dressed, mental issues, maybe you were just really hungry and accidentally spent too long eating, whatever the case, he lets you off with a warning most of the time.

But if it becomes repeated behaviour you're going through more gruelling training for a week, only Bi-Han at that point can get you out of it, and everybody knows he won't.

He retains a friendly and casual relationship outside of your training, inviting you with his brothers to dinner, which is usually less than once a month. They're usually at Madame Bo's or another tea house, and he's usually the one paying.

You both talk while he trains you, mostly about other Lin Kuei members and their performance / behaviours. Smoke won't trash talk, but he will sometimes indulge in gossip. 'Did you hear about the new recruit who tried to fight Bi-Han?' 'They did what?!'

Even when you're fighting with more seriousness, he's still cracking a friendly joke here and there. Probably something about ice, fire, or smoke.

Speaking of, if you don't like puns about smoke, don't even talk to this guy. He somehow knows every pun in existence that even slightly relates to it, Bi-Han and Kuai Liang are so tired of them they both just leave whenever he starts with one.

He adores if you match his energy, you two bounce back with constant puns that you forget training and leave Bi-Han to scold you two.

Tomas already has a strained relationship with Bi-Han, the man doesn't view him as a brother, let alone squeal, even though that's all Smoke wants from him. He doesn't mean to burden you with his issues, but sometimes he might ask 'Do you think I'm deserving of being a Lin Kuei?'

He won't stop being friends with you if Bi-Han doesn't like you, but maybe he will if Kuai doesn't, he looks up to Scorpion and views him as a major influence in life. But, the likelihood of Kuai ever actually telling him he doesn't like you is low, so, you're all good.

Given how the Lin Kuei works, I think you'd also have to train under his brothers or others in the clan once and a while, but mainly under him. He probably has other students to train, and so he's not always free for casual talk or sparring because he has others to mentor.

I'd say, for a guess, he most likely gets at least a day off, if not, breakfast, lunch and dinner is probably a time where he's free to at least go to a restaurant for food with you.

Shirai Ryu Tomas is different. While before he had maybe one day off, now he's always free because of how there's almost no recruits, only Hanzo and a few other kids who didn't have a good situation before the clan formed.

You'd most likely help the younger ones, and maybe have an 'assistant' role when teaching, the training is fairly lighter because they're just kids, but any adults or teens will have the same training as you, with a tighter schedule that you have to help maintain.

He has more free time to just... Hang around basically, he's always inviting you to have food with Kuai or his friends, like Johnny, Syzoth and most other members of the Kast, he's a big fan of helping you out with tasks.

Tomas will enjoy cleaning, for example, he expects you to help him obviously, especially if it's your room or armour he's helping clean. But, he enjoys it because it's productive and he gets to spend time with you.

Smoke also loves when you do things like that for him! Especially cooking, he's not... The best at it, so he appreciates when you make food after a long day of training and doing small missions for Liu Kang.

He doesn't touch the kitchen. Don't make him go near it.

He might try and teach you Czech or Chinese, if you don't know either already, this totally isn't just so when you're in crowded areas you can talk to each other without people listening, what are you talking about?

Although, it took him years to learn Chinese, so he understands if you find it too difficult and don't want to learn, that won't stop him from muttering words under his breath when he's annoyed.

He's not the biggest fan of hugs, don't get me wrong, he absolutely will if you ask him or he needs it, but he doesn't think he's ever been hugged since he was a kid, so it's just a bit unfamiliar.

Smoke likes holding your hand though, not only will you not get lost in crowds, but you can have friendly contact without it being too much for either of you.

Never ask him for relationship advice, if you want a wingman, look the other way. His love life consists of nothing, a barren desert, and he prefers to keep it that way.

THEY HAVE THE SAME VA???

YURI'S VOICE ACTING GOD DAMN

(also I write for them wink wink nudge nudge)

YESSSSS LAWDDDDD

Attention

MDNI

Pairing-Elijah*Smoke*Moore x BlackOC

A/N-If you guys have any suggestions or advice I would love to hear it sine I don’t know how to write smexy scenes that good also I love comments so leave those other than that I hope you enjoy lovelies

Summary-Arna returns to the Mississippi Delta and, upon visiting the Smokestack Twins juke joint, captures the attention of a former lover who still harbors some resentment over her departure.

It’s late. Past two zara walk past her sister zara and stack. The juke joint’s about emptied out except for the broken bottles, and the blues.

Arna walk in slow—heels clicking like clock hands on hardwood, time rewinding with every step—and she doesn’t look around. She knows exactly where he is.

The top deck. Alone. Brooding like a storm waiting to remember how to rain.

Smoke’s eyes find Arna before she even reach him. And she feel it. Like heat on skin, like gravity sharpening.

Yeah, you know I see you over there (ooh-ooh)

Girl, you caught my eye (yeah)

He doesn’t smile. He just leans back, one hand on the railing, cigarette barely touched, jaw clenched under the brim of that fedora. The way he watches her walk is criminal. She stand beside him. And she knows what he’s thinking.

Love the way you put it on

Girl, you got my attention

All of my attention, yes

“You always this dressed up when you come to haunt a man?” Smoke asks, voice thick as bourbon and twice as warm.

He looked her up and down, slow. The dress clings to her like a secret. “Only when the ghost’s still breathin’.”

He laughs, but there’s no joy in it. Just gruffness. “You got a mean way of comin’ back, girl.”

Tight black linen, sheer

Perked up in brassiere

Yeah, you got me, uh-huh, uh-huh

Burnin’ up in here

She tilts her head. He's sweating. “Seems like someone didn't forget me,” Arna teases.

Two black five-inch heels

Dressin’ to kill ‘em here

I ain’t sweatin’ these women here

The essence is missin’ here

Smoke shifts forward. His voice drops. “You think I ain’t tried to forget you? Had every reason to. But damn if you don’t walk in like the ending I never got.”

Arna stayed silent. Letting him get it out.

So I’m ready to disappear

Let’s just go, my dear (mm)

She leaned in close, just enough to pull him back in with scent alone. “Then disappear with me.”

His fingers tap the edge of the glass in front of him, untouched. “You still dangerous.”

Arna smiled. “Only to men who lie to themselves.”

‘Cause the way you put it on

Make me wanna take it off you

Got me so amazed, in awe

I don’t wanna wait, no (I don’t wanna wait)

The tension’s tight, like the air just before thunder. They both feel it. The weight of memory. The ache of almost.

Nah, come on

I don’t wanna wait, but you’re stayin’ for the champagne

2 a.m. is creepin’ up, you know how to keep me up

“Still drinkin’ that bootleg you claim aged you?” She tease.

“I been aged,” he mutters. “Liquor just tries to keep up.”

She touch his hand. Not soft. Not slow. Like she meant it. His pulse jumps under your fingers.

No, it won’t be easy, but I’ll be here, believe me, yes (yeah)

She turnin’ me up, am I not tipsy-turvy enough?

Baby, my vision gettin’ blurry, huh

Smoke stares at her like he’s memorizing her again. Like he’s starving.

Blurry enough, but I can still see and I’m certain, ah-ah, mm

The way you light it up in here

Dress shimmer like the chandelier

Diamonds in your ear

“I never looked at nobody like I look at you,” he says, low. “You knew that. Still left.”

Arna look him dead in the eye. “Maybe I wanted you to come find me.”

You makin’ one thing very clear

And baby, when you put it on

There’s no competition

They both lean in at once. Magnetized. Dizzy. So close you forget what holding back ever felt like.

I watch you make a entrance, baby

Yes, and you can tell by my description (you fit it well, and girl)

“I won’t never fail to mention it,” Smoke says, voice cracking like vinyl. “What we were. What we still are.”

I won’t never fail to mention (how you polish every detail)

Losin’ time, tryna go the distance

You got all my attention, baby

I’m ready to disappear

Let’s just go, my dear

He offers a hand. She take it.

No one says where they’re going. Doesn’t matter. They already left the world behind the moment she walked in.

‘Cause the way you put it on

Make me wanna take it off you

Got me so amazed, in awe

I don’t wanna wait, no (I don’t wanna wait)

The door swings shut behind them. The blues music fades.

Nah, come on

I don’t wanna wait, but you’re stayin’ for the champagne

2 a.m., it’s creepin’ up, you know how to keep me up

Arna don’t look back. Neither does smoke .

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢 𝟑:𝟎𝟎𝐚𝐦

The motel room is dim and dusty, lit only by the neon beer sign flickering through the blinds. Arna barely make it through the door before Smoke has her pinned against it—hat hitting the floor, mouth crashing into hers with the force of everything unspoken between them.

“Thought you were just here to haunt me,” he mutters against her throat. “Didn’t know you came to surrender.”

Her breath catches in her throat. “I didn’t come to surrender.”

He chuckles darkly. “Then I’ma take it.”

One hand snakes up her thigh, dragging her dress high, while the other wraps tight around her jaw—not rough, but firm. Claiming. He forces her head back just enough to look in her eyes.

“You want my attention?” he growls. “You got it, baby. All of it.”

He spins her around, palms flat to the wood, her body pressed to the door as his hips grind up behind her. She can feel him—hard, thick, hungry—and her knees almost give out, but he doesn’t let her drop.

“You don’t get to run this time,” he whispers into Zara’s ear, voice low and gritty. “You gonna take everything I give you, understand?”

She nod, breathless.

“No, baby. Say it.”

“I understand.”

“Good.”

He tears the dress down her shoulders, letting it puddle around her heels. His fingers slide between her legs, slow at first—then deeper, wetter, coaxing breathy moans out of her until she’s arching into him. But just when she start to beg, he pulls away.

“You think you make the rules, but this? This is my show.”

She hear the sound of his zipper sliding. Then the thick head of him presses between your thighs.

“Open up for me,” he murmurs, guiding her legs apart with a knee.

And then—he fills her. One deep, devastating stroke that steals her breath.

“Damn,” he groans into your neck. “Tighter than I remember.”

He doesn’t give you time to adjust—he sets a rhythm, deep and slow at first, each thrust deliberate, punishing in how good it feels. Her fingers claw at the door, but Smoke just presses harder into her, one hand tangling in her hair, yanking her head back so he can watch her face in the mirror across the room.

“You see what you do to me?” he pants. “You see how wild you make me?”

Each word is a thrust. Each thrust is a promise.

He bends her forward, one hand gripping her hip, the other slipping under her belly to stroke her clit while he pounds into her from behind—rougher now, relentless.

“You wanted my attention,” he growls. “Now you got me losin’ my damn mind.”

Her moans are ragged, pleading. He knows she’s close, and it makes him even rougher, more possessive. He presses his chest to her back and whispers in her ear.

“Don’t you dare come ‘til I say so.”

“You hear that, baby?”he whispers. “My pussy's talkin’ to me, hm,” he groaned.

The control in his voice makes her knees buckle—but he holds her up, pushing her harder, deeper, until the burn turns to bliss.

Then, finally—“give it to me, baby.”

And she fall apart, shaking, crying out his name as he thrusts once, twice, then groans against her neck as he follows her over the edge.

Silence. Only the sound of breathing, tangled and spent.

He kisses the side of her neck, soft now. “Told you I never forgot you.”

She can’t speak. Can barely stand.

“Next time you leave,” he whispers, “you better take me with you.”