+ Lui Kang, Kung Lao, Raiden, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Syzoth, Shang Tsung, Reiko, Havik
ἍᥠWarnings; MDNI, Sexual Content,
ἍᥠContains; GN!reader, fluff, smut
Liu Kang;Â
A lover. He will hold you close, taking you in, memorising your every crease and curve, every bump and scar.Â
Heâs gentle and patient while also being full of zeal and desire.Â
Heâs not one to ask for it per se, he wonât be so blunt about it. It more so happens when one of you will deepen a kiss or shift when cuddling.
He loves you. Your pleasure is his. Seeing you satisfied, not just in bed but being with him, brings him great pride.
Kung Lao;Â
Likes to give, loves to receive. A 69âer at heart, but enjoys seeing your face more; he takes pleasure in staring you down.
High sex-drive. Can be multiple times a night.
Loves building tension during the day. Heâll teasingly throw slights and jest at you all day; replying to all your questions with sarcasm. Adores back-and-forth banter.Â
More domestically, heâd love to watch you. No matter what youâre doing, even if youâre just brushing your hair, heâll be watching you intently.Â
Raiden;Â
Slow and steady, almost hesitant. He needs time to build confidence and try out new things.Â
I feel like heâd want to keep your sex life private. Where Johnny or Kung Lao might brag, heâd rather have only the two of you know. It feels more intimate.Â
Gentle with you, but can squeeze your skin when heâs close.
Big on aftercare. Will take care of you so well. Food, water, fresh clothes, a warm shower, clean sheets and cuddles.
Bi-han;Â
Heâs not big on sex. Heâs too busy, and there are other, quicker ways to relieve stress.
HOWEVER, itâs different with you. He could look at you for hours, studying you, trying to find a reason why he feels this way about you.Â
Takes you like youâre slipping from his hands. Grips you, hard, anywhere he can; arms, legs, hips, hair, throat, he doesnât care, heâs grabbing it.
Incredibly spontaneous. Youâre almost exclusively bent over something, if not youâre against a wall.
Kuai Liang;Â
Gives you everything you ever wanted. You will always be satisfied.
90% love-making, 10% fucking. Itâs rare, but sometimes just really needs you.
Soft grabs and deep kisses are his go to.Â
Will let his hands glide up your thighs or your arms, often leading to the removal of clothing.Â
Tomas Vrbada;Â
He worships the ground you walk on, would do anything for you without a second thought. On his knees for you.
A begger. âPleaseâ is his favourite word.Â
Lets you take the reins, giving you the freedom to do whatever you want to him, but is down to take control if you get tired.
Will become an illegible, whiney mess. You make him loose his mind. He loves you, no one else could ever make him feel the way you do. Youâre his soulmate.
Johnny Cage;Â
As much as he loves himself, he reveres you like a deity. Of all the people he could be with, youâre the one he fell for; and he fell hard.
Needs to be able to see your face at all times, but isnât opposed to doing it from behind, as long as thereâs a mirror.Â
Big fan of you being on top, with him thrusting, he gets to see himself and you at the same time, plus he can control the pace, itâs a no-brainer.Â
Heâs an âanytime, any placeâ kinda guy., you just have to say the word. Pool, Janitors closet, dressing room, toilets, heâs in.
Kenshi Takahashi;
Loves to feel you close. Skin-on-skin contact is an absolute must. Heâs obsessed with your body.
Needs your wrapped around him, his head buried in your neck.
Pillowtalk KING. Cherishes being wrapped up in the covers with you, just holding you, reminding you how much he loves you.
Trusts you fully, you see him at his most vulnerable, he loves not having to be on his guard. Has a small kink for letting you take complete control.
Syzoth;
Itâs a weird situation with him, you being warm and him being cold. He cannot get enough of entering you, feeling that warmth, it drives him crazy.
Lasts a long time. Big on edging.Â
You tend to get caught up in laughing with each other, youâll just look at each other and giggle. Enhances the feeling tenfold.
Can sandwich you between his cold body and a cold wall, he loves the way you heat up.Â
Shang Tsung;Â
You serve him. Seeing you on your knees gets him going.Â
He never does it laying down, heâs always sitting or standing. Youâre either bent over, on his lap, or on your knees.
Crazy for hair pulling, loves pulling you back and staring at the mess he made of your face.Â
Will reward you, loves when you beg for him, show him you yearn for him.
Reiko;Â
Post. Fight. Sex.
His adrenaline is high, his chest heaving - still trying to catch his breath, covered in blood, his only thought is you.
Absolutely feral.Â
From behind, your hair is being pulled, your waist gripped, throat choked, your ear bitten.
Havik;Â
Likes to be served, 100%.Â
An exhibitionist. Likes to humiliate you, but also show you off.Â
Youre HIS. Everyone, from outworld to the neatherrealm to earthrealm, will know about how good he makes you feel. Â
Will degrade you but simultaneously tell you how good you feel.Â
Love at first sight except the reader is oblivious for vincent, alastor , and sir pentious ?ďżź separately fluff maybe like theyâve been chasing her even when they were alive and they are finally cornered her and Iâm like you know what flip it. Iâm in love with you and sheâs like same.
Love at First Sight + Oblivious!fem!Reader
Fic universe: none / multi-character (request!)
tags/cw: fluff, a smidge of angst in Penâs // sfw, mentions of stalking & murder
a/n: My first request, yay! What a cute one too, thank you so much hehe! đAlthough, I wasnât sure if âeven when they were aliveâŚâ meant that they were only supposed to catch her after they both died⌠so I just went with whichever idea I thought suited it best. đ Hope you enjoy these, I had a blast with it!
part 1 [ you are here! ] â part 2
Vox/Vincent đŚđş
Youâre a new hire at the studio, a catch all secretary and assistant, and Vincent canât help but be charmed when you stumble into his path.
Vincent would, inevitably, meet you at the studio. That was his whole world, after all, his sole purpose. All his ambitions lay there, climbing to the top. Everything outside of it paled by comparison. Especially considering it was a world that would someday (soon! Very soon!) revolve entirely around him.
Until you came along that is and then- well, Vincent decided quickly that he could multi-task between pursuing you and pursuing his career. Of course, he could multi-task, he was just that great and talented!Â
And he would stop at nothing to have both his deserved fame and now also you all to himself.
To put it bluntly, falling head over ass at first glance was not something on his to-do list, thatâs for sure⌠but what happened? Well⌠Turns out thatâs exactly the situation he found himself in. Literally and figuratively.
The studio was always a madhouse at this time of day- Vincent knew he really should have been looking where he was going but he was a busy man with places to go and be. Such as it was, he collides with- something, someone. His glasses go flying and land with a clatter upon the floor that would make him cringe if not for the fact heâs also upon the floor somewhere.Â
Vincent doesnât even manage to get more than a startled bark of a gasp out before your voice reaches his ears- strangely melodic even in panic.Â
âOh- Iâm so- Iâm so sorry, si- ah, oh dear. Mister Whittman⌠I cannot overstate-â The pads of your fingers are warm against his face, softly brushing against his cheekbones as you slide his glasses back on in what must be a desperate attempt to save face.Â
Whatever admonishment heâd been gearing up to shout gets lost in the feeling of your skin against his for the briefest of moments and the sound of your voice, âThere we are, good as- oh, wow. What beautiful eyes you haveâŚâ
Vincent blinks stupidly at you as your face comes back into focus, aforementioned beautiful eyes darting across your disheveled form with renewed interest and greedy desperation.Â
Your neatly done up hair is flying out in frantic wisps, the collar of your blouse is askew and your skirt wrinkled from kneeling in it like so. You quickly take your hands away, wring them together in your lap before lunging out to scoop up miscellaneous papers before anymore fools step on them.
Despite having moments ago been rushing somewhere important, he couldnât leave you to pick up all these papers by yourself, right? After all, what kind of gentleman would he be if he let such a pretty, sweet thing like you get trampled? Thatâs why helps you to your feet too, lingers with his larger hand clasping your palm as you thank him profusely.
In between frantic platitudes and apologies, you manage to ask- wrinkled pages clutched to your chest- âI- theyâre not broken are they?âÂ
âN-no, doll, theyâre fine.â Vincent briefly reaches up to touch them, âDonât you worry your pretty little head about-â
He hears his name bellowed from across the studio, a warning- and when he turns back youâre already gone, skirt swishing as you scurry off.Â
Itâs not the last time he runs into you- but it is the only time he didnât plan it methodically. Catches you on every corner he can, every break, every carefully maintained routine- walks you to your car more often than not- any second he can steal of your company, he does and plenty that he really shouldnât. His attraction turns quite sharply into an obsession.Â
An obsession made worse by the fact that you seem to be completely and entirely impervious to his charms.
You werenât some kind of ditz, that much he knew. Richard wouldnât rely on you the way he did if you were and Vincent himself has benefited from your top notch organizational skills. None of the dames that have ever been hired here have been as good as you at your job- thatâs a fact to Vincent. No ifs, ands, or buts.Â
Months go by⌠he tries everything he can think of outside of spelling it out literally. Flowers, dinner, walks you to your car most nights even though you say itâs unnecessary- but doll, donât you know how dangerous it can be out on the street all alone? He wouldnât know what to do if something unsavory happened to you! He stoops to poking his nose into your business when the others harass you and overwork you- canât have that, obviously! Isnât he just swell?Â
âItâs for your work anniversary- or er- well, the day we ran into each other. Iâm not really sure anymore, theyâre kind of one and the same for me.â
âOh well I-â You giggle, thumbing at the delicate petals of your favorite flowers thoughtfully.
Of course he knows your favorite flowers- he knows just about everything he could ever want to know about you, whether by hearing it from your mouth or someone else's or observing it tangentially. Anything to draw you in- make you realize that heâs all you could ever want- ever need! (That this wasnât working was neither here nor there).
âWe donât⌠really need to commemorate how awfully clumsy I was- tumbling into youâŚ.â
âAnd why not? We wouldnât be so⌠close⌠if you hadnât.âÂ
âOh stop it you, what will everyone think?â You bat at his hand playfully, not making direct
âThat youâre mine and mine alone?â Vincent thinks, hopefully. âAt least someone will have noticed thatâs the truth of it- even if that someone isnât youâŚâÂ
âThank you though itâs⌠very sweet of you to think so kindly of me.â
âNot a problem, doll- Iâm always thinking of you.â Â
You smile that beautiful, gentle smile of yours, but donât seem to notice the sheer weight that his answer carried. Much to Vincentâs continued ire.
Sometimes youâll tug his sleeve and draw him aside to say things like, âVincent I have just got to tell you something!â and heâll think itâs finally dawned on you that heâs right here, in front of you, all but begging outright for you to notice that he loves you (Vincent Whittman does not- would not!- beg, mind you, but itâs a very close thing!)... only for it to be studio gossip, a faint warning to be careful- yeah, yeah, the murders, he knows all about the murders, doll⌠but youâre worried about him, huh?- or something work related.Â
You drive him crazy in more ways than one.
Why, he just doesnât understand how you are not getting it! Heâs heard the other girls nattering away, gossiping and teasing you. They can see it plain as day, why canât you?! Why do you wave it off like it doesnât matter, pretend itâs no big deal?Â
Vincent seethes at the lack of attention, but canât bring himself to upset the delicate balance- the neither here nor there between you.
What if you were doing it on purpose? He couldnât imagine why- he was handsome enough, smart enough, funny enough, wasnât he? What if he confessed to you, poured his heart out the way dames like so much and you laughed in his face for it?Â
He couldnât let you know just how much sway your opinion held over him- obviously.
  Everything comes out⌠eventually.Â
Late one night while heâs stuck at his desk, editing- rehashing- nitpicking⌠working tirelessly towards his goals. You bring him the copies he needs without him having to ask. You lay a quiet hand on his aching shoulders, squeeze it gently in a familiar gesture that makes his heart ache- while sliding a cup of coffee, made just the right way, under his nose.
Before he can think better of it, a little too tired for his own good- a little too smitten with you- âGod- doll, do you know how much I love you?âÂ
To his dismay, you just offer him a smile and start to fleeÂ
He just- he canât take it anymore! Why were you ignoring him every time he tried to reach out? Wasnât he good enough?  Â
âWhatâs with that look, sweetheart? Like you didnât know?âÂ
âI just- I didnât- I thought- oh my, um- I mean to say-âÂ
Vincentâs beautiful eyes narrow slightly, wrinkling at the corners and his shoulders shake almost violently as he breathes heavily. As though heâs been running for a very long time and not merely the ten or so steps itâs taken for him to press you to the back of his office door.
âThought what? He says, breathlessly, with his mismatched eyes wide and searching. Hair askew- dark and silver threads alike having come out of his carefully maintained silhouette, making him look all the more manic in his frustration. âWhat is it? What is the matter with you? How can you not see-â Â
Your nervous eyes dart away from him to the floor, silent. Vincent lifts his shaking hand to gingerly- ever so gentle- grasp you by the jaw and tilt your head back to meet his eye. Now or never, right?
âYou can look at me. You know. Sweetheart,â Vincent croons, point of his nose nearly touching yours. The frantic edge to his voice is latent, trembling just beneath the surface of his attempts to smooth it out with a low, almost sultry tone. âI look at you, you know- you⌠captivate me⌠even if youâre the most God damned dense woman Iâve ever met.âÂ
What comes out of your mouth in response is incoherent sputters as your heart hammers away against your ribcage. This couldnât be happening⌠could it? If indeed it was then surely⌠Youâve fancied Vincent some time before your unfortunate first meeting, but since then- you've gotten to know him, he just seemed to always be around afterwards.Â
You hadnât wanted to ruin the camaraderie by looking for signs that werenât there⌠you tell him as much.
âWell I- I thought- I thought I was just being silly. You know. A girlish fantasy, you couldnât be interested in me. Iâm a nobody! I fetch coffee, the mail- I type up correspondences, maintain the schedule and take notes during interdepartmental meetings-!â you flutter your hands nervously, unsure whether you should touch him or keep them clasped over your mouth before more truths come spilling out. Before you say something youâll regret. âYou- Mister Whittman- Vincent- youâre a star. Surely you canât-âÂ
The harsh line between his furrowed brows softens, frustration melting away in almost an instant. Oh you poor, sweet, deprived thing-
When he kisses you, then- fully, irrevocably, desperately- itâs desperate with relief, with sorrow at time wasted. You donât protest, fingers finally settling on curling into his lapels- holding him as close as he wants to be.
âHow much clearer can I get, huh? Do you need a handwritten letter? Iâll manage it if itâll get it through that pretty little head of yours that Iâve loved you since the first day you stepped into my studio and knocked me over in a rush.âÂ
Alastor đŚ
Youâre an aspiring singer and a clearly intuitive, introspective soul⌠except when it comes to recognizing that a man like Alastor is captivated by you and you alone.
Alastor has never thought himself as being a man of obsession. Methodical, structured, deliberate, yes- absolutely. Those are all words that would describe him, but obsessive? Never. He was above such messy emotions and ridiculousness. He was better than that.Â
Until he meets you, that is- then⌠then he would consider youâŚÂ the catalyst for some latent exception to the rule. Â
Itâs not love. At least he wouldnât say it is so, not the way itâs been described to him. Something deeper, perhaps. A craving for companionship? A recognition of kindred spirits- or at least spirits that have a henceforth recognizable synergy.Â
Mimzy is ultimately to blame for your meeting. You, a little songbird taken under her wing- dragged feet first into the world of showmanship.Â
âOh- oh, darling, you have got to meet my dear friend!â The mighty little woman, the life of the party, tugs you insistantly by your wrist towards the jaw-droppingly handsome piano player- glass of champagne in her hand nearly spilling with every guest you both manage to avoid knocking over in her haste. âAl- Al! Look at me! Hello there, my friend! Okay, now lookie, here. Isnât she just a darling? A natural talent, she is!â
You smile at him, politely- accept the de facto kiss on the knuckles he offers you without much thought before he turns to Mimzy with the intent of-
Heâs not sure what, exactly. Whatever words he meant to speak leave his head entirely as soon as you speak.  Â
âYou play beautifully, sir. I would very much like to duet with such a talented pianist as yourself.â You avert your eyes, not shyly- per se- but perhaps a touch self aware that youâve quite boldly declared your interest, âOne day, perhaps, Iâll be so lucky.â
The rest of the room fades away, the laughter, clinking of glasses, and the still boisterous jazz is a muted thrum of energy around him- his attention suddenly narrowed and terribly focused on you.Â
âOne of his many talents, donât you know?â Mimzy elbows you in the thigh, your sparkling dress glittering as you tilt to escape the jab with a little gasp. âHaha, well, now youâve met him, darling! Alastor, quite the charmer⌠just like I said, right?â Â
âIt would seem that I am at a grave disadvantage.â He allows himself a second bereft of yourself in his gaze to glare pointedly at Mimzy. The woman merely giggles, lets your wrist fall from her grasp so she can twirl a wayward lock of her goldspun hair around her finger- as though she were the picture of innocence. âI am afraid our mutual friend has failed to inform me of even your name, ma chĂŠrie.â
You seem to give it to him gladly enough, but that is only the beginning.Â
His is an intimate, subtle approach. The slow stalk. Easy, unbothered gait- assured that no matter how fast or how far you flee, unintentional though your flight from him is, your legs will get tired and heâll still be in your shadow.
It is not a pressing issue that you understand the full depth of his attachment to you⌠although sometimes he is flabbergasted by your complete lack of awareness. Sometimes he wonders if he would have an easier time of it to be as unaware as you are.Â
The two of you are close, undoubtedly, since meeting he has let you stay closer than most. Not just physically, although that was surely the most obvious given his well-documented proclivities but metaphorically as well. A trust that is not surface level.
Tidbits of his past slip out before he can stop them, stories from his childhood- about his mother, his beliefs, his personal affect- his distaste for touch. Knowing youâll understand-, his pride and his ambitions.Â
You donât seem to realize just how special you are in his eyes.
Itâs as though it is perfectly ordinary to you. The way he looks to you first, makes space for you to speak if need be, finds you always in the crowd- whether he intends to stand by you or merely make sure he knows where you are at all times. The way he presses a kiss to the petals of a rose before dragging the soft edge across your palm after listening to a beautiful performance- a ritual and subtle admission all at once.
Itâs routine, mundane- not expected, per se, but appreciated, comfortable. You certainly donât take him for granted,ever the polite little bird, ever genuine and sincere in your interactions. The wavelength you occupy seems to be the same as his.Â
But regardless, you never step over the precipice he feels as though heâs teetering upon whenever you are in the room.Â
It is such a thing he allows so few people to do and you are allowed to cover more ground than even those he thinks most highly of.
Youâre both seated side by side at the piano bench, another routine- a darling hobby to share together- thighs and shoulders brushing as your hands move across the keys in tandem, in a predictable rhythm.
Until suddenly, it is not predictable at all. Alastorâs hand folds over yours, warm and present. You stop moving entirely when the weight of it forces the keys to compress and an unexpected combination of notes ringing out shrill and sharp.
The music stops so suddenly, leaving the otherwise empty room. Itâs just the two of you- as it ought to be- and-
âThatâs- not how this piece goes.â You say, voice soft- brow furrowed slightly as your gaze switches with obvious, open-faced confusion between his gaze and where his hand firmly over yours.
âNo, ma chĂŠrie, it is not how this piece goesâŚâ Alastor agrees pleasantly, âBut I do believe we are at liberty to⌠improvise, when the time is right. Donât you agreeâŚ?âÂ
You hum softly, acknowledgement but not interruption. One eyebrow raised, eyes wide and wandering over his expression, you gaze at him so keenly as to encourage him to explain without a melodic word on your part. An achingly familiar look- charged with secret intimacy that you share. A look that he wants to keep close, to lay claim to as the only recipient of.
And so explain he does. A tirade built upon years of unidentifiable feelings, your inattention juxtaposed with the closeness you harbor to each other- he speaks to you as though you are the heart he does not have already residing in his chest. Floodgates that release and leave you adrift, judging by the way your eyes widen and your mouth opens in a perfect little âoâ shape.Â
You blink at him stunned for several moments, his fingertips press at the gaps between yours, lacing your fingers together more tightly than before- reluctant to let you go. To let this final moment- the end of a long hunt- to slip from his grasp for anything.Â
Quietly- a quietness driven not by shyness but by tentative uncertainty- you respond.
âMim- she- ah⌠warned me, I suppose it might be considered as such, that⌠you had no interest in⌠such a thing as⌠that.â You dip your head, your free hand plays a distracting series of notes without much thought- as though you were drumming your fingers against a table or your knee- as you fight to regain your composure, to make your words understandable. âI merely- Alastor, you know you do not have to- I was⌠I am grateful to have a trusted friend such as you.â
Alastorâs smile softens, the edges lose the practiced, theatrical edge honed over years- offers you a glimpse of his true feelings for you in the shadow of his expression.Â
âGenerally speaking, no, I do not.â His free hand reaches tentatively towards your face- you lean into the gesture without hesitation, without fear in your racing heart. âBut⌠she would have had no way of knowing- not anymore than I would have, mind you- that you would capture my interest so thoroughly, so irrevocably, mon coeur... do you see it now?â
Sir Pentious/Pendleton đ
Youâre⌠something like an assistant to Pendleton. Sort of. He doesnât let too many people who arenât clients into his home- but you came to him one day looking for work- demanding it, more like- and you had such a fire in your eyes that he caved immedietely. You are a lifeline into the world outside his lab, his safe place⌠and he thinks that surely, thatâs all heâll ever need of the outside world: you. If only you could see that...
Pendleton is a man known for his impressive mind, extremely watchful eye, and lack of any thing even resembling a social life⌠at least on the surface.
In truth, the man was incredibly, painfully lonely. So lonely, in fact, that itâs almost unsurprising that he latches on so strongly to you at first glance.Â
You show up at his door. You show up for no earthly reason that he can guess at, there wasnât a pre-arranged appointment and you look nothing like his usual clienteleâŚÂ
He should have turned you away. Pretended he wasnât home (although he was always, always home)... but for perhaps the first time in his life, the glimpse he got through the tiniest of cracks through the door is enough to send him tumbling past apprehension.Â
It helped that you shoved your foot in the door before he could close it in your weary face.
Ragged but proud is but one way he could describe your bearing. A young woman with nowhere else to turn but you werenât keen to beg him for succor. Demanded, more like! You demanded from him work that would be both dignified and steady, reliable.
It should frighten him, your rough edges but instead heâs- fascinated, smitten.Â
Pendleton doesnât hire you for want of an assistant, really- he hires you so that heâll have an excuse to see you again and again and-Â
You were more like a- a sort of go-between that connected him to the outside world. You brought him everything he needed, and quite a few things he didnât.Â
Despite your bravado- your sharp tongue and even colder shoulder- you listened to him quite keenly. You were patient when he went on and on, and gentle when his anxiety bubbled over.Â
And when you asked about his inventions? Oh, he could just burst with happiness- you let him talk for hours even if you donât understand the finer points, chin on your palm.
You slip inside the cluttered, chaotic space with ease, with confidence he does not possess. This place where he makes dreams of magnificent inventions a reality, his home, and you fit into it as though youâre an integral piece of the machine heâs built up around himself.
Pendletonâs tried so many times to tell you how he felt so strongly for you- since the very first day you met. To impress upon you that, somehow, some way- youâve managed to penetrate the wall between him and the world in a way that no other person has ever managed. As if through his watchful gaze alone that always finds you- follows you from the door to the street, to around the corner-, the same gaze that is always distracted by you when you linger in his lab. The miscellaneous cuts and burns he has due to his ever wandering eye towards you are worth it when you, inevitably, notice them and naturaly offer to help clean and bandage them.
He feels safe with you like no one else. If- if you were to take his hand, well- maybe he could do anything! Â
You never seem to notice that. And when he realizes that he is hopelessly in love with you? You do the way his tongue gets tied in knots when he tries to confess, the way he fidgets- forgets his own name! You never stoop to asking what's the matter with him all the times he's tried, and failed spectacularly, to surmount the distance that remains between you both.
âDo you really- must you go? Itâs⌠itâs so dark out now and-â He wrings his hands together nervously, hovering between you and the door. If but he could force the words out, to tell you how much he cares- how youâre the only person heâs has ever- would ever- asked to stay.Â
You sigh softly- gentle your fierce voice to respond, just for him. Pendleton likes to think itâs just for him that you are softer, kinder, gentler. âI have to get back, sir- the missus at the boarding house will have my head if I don't, you know. Nosy old bat that she is...â Â
âO-oh. Right. Of⌠course, of course. I would not want you to get chewed out on my accountâŚâÂ
You step around him, politely, hands clasped together in front of you as you turn to tell him, offering him a tentative smile, âI will see you tomorrow morning, the same time as usual. You have my word.âÂ
âIâll be⌠here, as⌠as per usual, myâŚâ The door clicks shut, quiet, but with some kind of finality behind you. ââŚdear.âÂ
Your word was a paltry thing in comparison to having you⌠and especially considering you did not see him that morning at the usual time- or in fact, at any time or ever again while he was alive.
For on this night, one of the countless nights like this night where he all but begged you not to go- a plea for you to see what was right in front of you the whole time that went unanswered- , is the one night you donât make it home. Murdered on the streets youâd survived on for years and years, not without sacrifice- not without pain- but before meeting the enigmatic inventor, you had indeed survived. Not that night, however.
Pendleton never forgives himself for his cowardice. Not on the last night he had you in his grasp, and not all the nights after he had first witnessed the culprit kill again.
Itâs not until he finds himself in Charlieâs Hotel does he realize that you were within his reach for far longer than heâd knownâŚ
It is within moments of your voice reaching him that he pounces. Ill-advised or not, if thereâs one thing heâs beginning to realize with the help of Charlie and the hotel crew, itâs that heâs spent far too long holding Â
You gasp at the sudden intrusion- hands dropping to smooth your palms over his scales, feeling out what was keeping you immobile. Theyâre like the edges of cut gems, you think, smooth and glassy.
âPen-â you begin to say, eyes wild with recognition, startled and half-breathless by the strength in his serpentine frame.Â
âI love you!â He blurts out, tears already dribbling and spilling down his smooth face, tongue flicking out instinctively towards your presence- as though triple checking that you were who he knew you were already. âAnd I am so- so-âÂ
âOh-â The expression on your face softens from shock, surprise, to something familiar. âYou love⌠me?â
âYes! Always! Ever since you put your foot in my door, shouldered your way into my little safe life and-â Pentiousâ hood creeps up higher, as though to shield you both from the small group of onlookers now burning holes into his back. âYou never saw it.â
Whisper quiet, you lift your still free hands up to his face- brush tears away with your thumbs. âI love you too, Pen, I-â
âThen why-â He hiccups pathetically as more tears pool in the corners of his eyes, pushing his forehead against yours more insistantly- nuzzling. As if he could erase all the pain and tragedy of a century past if he held you tight enough now. âWhy did you not tell me so?âÂ
âI had no desire to invade the personal space you held so paramount⌠I wanted to be a part of it on your own terms.â You say, quietly, âWhat looks like chaos to others- I know you always knew how everything fit together and I- I didnât want to mistakenly disrupt that with some foolishness.â âYou have always⌠always had a place with me since I first laid eyes on you- you... can be part of it now, my love. Please, say that you will be- please.â
warnings: describing fictional characters' peanits in length.
notes: this is what i come back with to post (1 donut = 1 inch)
[ masterlist ]
liu kang > he's got a bioweapon in motion and form, truly. it's so big and thick you might actually die if you try to take it all. 9 donuts. he'll let you do anything to it, silly or not, if it makes you crack a hungry grin like you did when you counted.
bi-han > idk i feel like its not that big, but it's got good thickness.... 4 and a half donuts. finds it stupid, won't agree to putting donuts on it at first, but gives in just so you'll stop. he's embarrassed.
kuai liang > husband length. humble but knows he can get the job done... thinks he could be bigger but you dont complain. 6 donuts. he's too kind and sweet to really have a problem with it.
johnny cage > he thought he'd be able to fit more donuts... not that the current amount is small. 7 and a half donuts. he might try and cram that second half in, but it falls off and splats on the ground.
kenshi takahashi > confident but quiet about it, the donuts don't stop stacking even when you think you couldn't fit another. 9 donuts. expected it, not surprised, but chuckles dryly at your little gasp.
kung lao > tried it on himself before you even got the chance to ask. 7 donuts after trying multiple times at home. lies and says it was nine donuts when he tried it at home...
raiden > nobody expects it from him, since it's not on the forefront of his mind like his bestie... 9 donuts. just thought everyone could fit that many no problem. you had to explain that he's massive.
rain > doesn't talk about it because there isn't really much to say... 5 donuts. (why doesn't he have a personality ever)
tomas vrbada > you just... kept going.... and before you knew it, 8 and a half donuts sat pretty hugging him as he smiles in delight. at first he didn't get your vision, but seeing the shock on your face was more than enough.
baraka > afraid of showing it, tarkat enhanced... all of his features. nearly a baker's dozen, 10 donuts fit with no problem. he growls to himself, adjusting his hips. maybe his condition had a perk.
geras > won't really get why you want donuts on it... but will entertain your ridiculousness. he stands stock still and firm when you put a whopping ten and a half donuts on him. he raises a brow, wondering what the point was.
syzoth > his tongue flicks in curiosity as you try to balance the donuts on both, squeezing a whopping 14 donuts combined! he grins in satisfaction, wondering how many donuts his true form could hold.
havik > it fell off. 0 donut.
shao > shitting your pants when you put the entire dozen onto it, and still have some wiggle room. shao remains unimpressed but silently pleased with his thickness and length as it balances the treats.
shang tsung > it's cute. 5 donuts was his max, but he seems smug about it. he knows you'll take him either way, and the thought makes him smirk.
reiko > 7 and a half donuts stops him short but he just laughs loudly with his hands on his hips. asks if you're impressed, and then offers for you to eat the donuts right off of him.
ermac > ....would ermac have millions of dicks? or just one in his physical manifestation? how many donuts is that...? you'll be there for a while.
synopsis: liu kang finds out you still sleep with your childhood teddy bear. liu kang also experiences cute aggression for the first time.
genre: tooth rotting fluff
word count: 1.5k
liu kang had only gone looking for you because the temple had gotten too quiet without you in it.
usually, there was always some trace of you lingering somewhere â your laugh drifting through the courtyard, your footsteps down the halls, the soft hum you made whenever you were reading. but tonight, after training, he hadnât seen you once. no tea prepared in your little room. no teasing comments when he passed by. nothing.
so naturally, he worried.
and naturally, he went looking.
the door to your room was slightly open when he arrived, candlelight spilling softly across the floorboards. he lifted his hand to knock, already rehearsing some gentle scolding about skipping dinner,
but then he saw you.
asleep beneath the blankets, curled tightly on your side.
holding a teddy bear.
liu kang froze in the doorway.
the bear itself was clearly old. one ear was slightly flattened, the fur worn soft with age, the ribbon around its neck fraying at the edges. you had it tucked under your chin with both arms wrapped around it like it was the most precious thing in the world.
his heart actually stuttered.
âoh,â he breathed.
you looked impossibly sweet, lashes resting against your cheeks, hair a little messy from sleep. one of your legs was tangled in the blanket, and every few moments your fingers squeezed faintly around the bear like some unconscious reassurance.
liu kang thought he may actually die.
a grin slowly spread across his face, helpless and adoring and a little disbelieving.
you slept with a teddy bear.
his girlfriend, who argued fiercely with him, who rolled her eyes at his sermons, who stole food directly off his plate with no shame whatsoever, secretly slept with a teddy bear.
the thought hit him with such violent affection that he had to physically press his fist against his mouth.
âyou are so cute,â he whispered hoarsely.
his chest felt painfully warm.
he stepped closer before he could stop himself, kneeling carefully beside the bed. the old mattress dipped slightly beneath his weight. his eyes flicked between your sleeping face and the bear tucked safely in your arms.
he could not handle this.
he wanted to kiss your entire face.
he wanted to squeeze you.
he wanted to bury himself in blankets beside you and never leave.
instead, he very gently brushed a strand of hair from your cheek.
you stirred instantly.
a tiny sleepy sound left you as your brows scrunched together, and liu kangâs expression softened so completely it almost hurt to look at him.
âthere you are,â he murmured.
your eyes blinked open slowly, glassy with sleep. for a moment you simply stared at him without comprehension, still warm and hazy from your nap.
then realization hit.
your eyes widened.
the bear.
oh no.
you jerked upright so suddenly the blanket tangled at your waist.
âyouââ your voice cracked from sleep. âyou werenât supposed toââ
liu kang immediately melted.
âno, no, do not hide him now,â he said quickly, laughter already spilling into his voice when you tried desperately shoving the bear behind your back. âplease. i have already seen him.â
heat flooded your face. âliu kang.â
âwhat is his name?â
âthere is no name.â
âthere is absolutely a name.â
âthere is not.â
âyou are a terrible liar when sleepy,â he said fondly.
you groaned and buried your face in your hands, all while he laughed softly beside you, delighted beyond reason. he reached for your wrists gently, pulling your hands away from your face.
âyou are embarrassed?â he asked, sounding genuinely surprised.
âyes!â
âbut why?â his thumb stroked lazily across your knuckles. âit is adorable.â
âitâs childish.â
âno.â his expression turned unbearably tender. âit is comforting.â
your shoulders loosened slightly at that.
liu kang glanced toward the hidden bear again, eyes crinkling at the corners. âyou hold him very tightly.â
âoh my god.â
âi am serious.â he shifted closer onto the bed, voice lowering conspiratorially. âyou even squeezed him in your sleep.â
âyouâre never letting this go, are you?â
ânever.â
you made another miserable sound into your palms, and liu kang finally broke, laughing properly now. warm, bright, affectionate laughter filled the whole room.
then, without warning, he cupped your face between both hands.
âmy sleepy girl,â he murmured. the embarrassment evaporated a little under the sheer fondness in his gaze. his thumbs brushed over your warm cheeks while he studied you like something precious. âyou looked so peaceful.â
âyouâre making this worse.â
âi am making it better.â he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. âyou are very cute. i cannot help my reaction.â
âyou look like you want to bite me.â
âi do,â he admitted immediately.
your startled laugh made him grin.
âcute aggression,â he said solemnly, as if explaining an important martial arts principle. âit is severe.â
âyouâre ridiculous.â
âand you sleep with a teddy bear.â
you tried to glare at him, but he was already reaching behind you to rescue the poor bear from where youâd shoved it against the headboard.
he handled it with surprising reverence.
âthis little guardian has been protecting you all these years,â he said softly, adjusting the crooked ribbon carefully. âi respect him greatly.â
you stared at him.
then, very quietly, âyou really donât think itâs weird?â
liu kang looked at you like the question itself pained him.
âbeloved,â he said gently, âyou trust something enough to hold it while you sleep. there is nothing strange about that.â
your expression crumpled a little around the edges, still embarrassed, but softer now. liu kang noticed immediately. his entire face melted with affection, and he opened one arm silently.
you went to him without even thinking.
the second you curled against his chest, he folded around you completely, tucking you into his lap while you hid your face against his neck. he smelt faintly of sandalwood and smoke from training.
âthere,â he whispered, kissing your hair. âmuch better.â
you mumbled into his neck, âyouâre banned from mentioning this ever again.â
âhm.â
âliu kang!â
âi said hm.â
you lifted your head enough to squint at him suspiciously. âthat means no.â
his grin turned unbearably smug.
then he reached over, grabbed the teddy bear, and gently placed it back into your arms.
the look on your face nearly killed him outright.
âoh,â he said weakly, clutching at his chest dramatically. âno, that is too much. i cannot survive this.â
âyou are smiling too hard,â you mumbled against him.
âi cannot help it.â
âyes you can.â
âno,â he said honestly, pressing a kiss into your hair. âi truly cannot.â
you groaned quietly while his chest rumbled with laughter beneath your cheek.
for a while neither of you spoke. liu kang just held you close, fingers combing lazily through your hair while sleep continued pulling at you again, heavy and warm.
then his voice broke the silence softly. âso.â
you already knew that tone. âno.â
âhe must have a name.â
you tightened your eyes shut immediately. âhe doesnât.â
âhe has lived this long without a name?â
âyes.â
âyou expect me to believe this?â
âi donât care what you believe.â
liu kang laughed under his breath, all honey-soft amusement. âyou are defensive.â
âiâm trying to survive.â
âmm.â he glanced down at the bear again very seriously. âhe looks like a thomas.â
you actually snorted.
âa thomas?â
âyes.â
âhe is not a thomas.â
âno?â liu kang hummed thoughtfully. âperhaps edward.â
you buried your burning face deeper into his neck.
âa brave knightly name,â he continued solemnly. âa loyal protectorââ
âoh my god.â
ââsteadfast through many years of service.â
silence settled again for a few moments before you finally mumbled, barely audible, ââŚhis name is ted.â
liu kang stilled.
then slowly, so slowly, he pulled back to look at you.
the expression on his face was absolutely catastrophic.
you immediately regretted everything.
âoh no,â you whispered.
his eyes were literally shining.
âted,â he repeated faintly, like the word itself wounded him emotionally.
you tried hiding your face again, but he was already cupping your cheeks, visibly struggling not to squeeze from sheer overwhelming affection.
âyou named him ted?â
âi named him when i was two!â
liu kang pressed his lips together hard, shoulders shaking slightly.
âforgive me,â he said through obvious restraint, âi am experiencing emotions too powerful to contain.â
âyouâre evil.â
âno, beloved, i am obsessed with you.â
your face felt approximately a thousand degrees hotter when he suddenly took the teddy bear gently from your arms and lifted him respectfully.
âted,â liu kang said warmly. âthank you for protecting her before i could.â
you made a strangled noise. he completely lost composure after that.
laughter spilled out of him bright and helpless while you tried shoving yourself back into his chest to hide forever. instead he only gathered you closer, still laughing softly as he kissed the top of your head over and over.
âted,â he said again, disbelieving.
âstop saying it!â
âi cannot. it is the sweetest thing i have ever heard.â
hello!! can you please do separate fujin and nightwolf intros with a gn reader? reader is mad bc theyâre both taller than them and the reader wants them to âget tf down hereâ lol
thank you!!
Sorry for taking so long to answer this. I havenât had much motivation lately (and Iâve been learning how to play Overwatch 2)
Nightwolf and Fujin with a short GN!reader
Fujin
Fujin: Your adorable Y/N.
Y/N: Are you saying that because Iâm short?
Fujin: *small chuckle* Yes, and no.
Y/N: Letâs see how tall you are when I knock you to your knees.
Fujin: I would still be taller than you at about 6 inches, my love.
Y/N: Fujin!
Y/N: Howâs the weather up there?
Fujin: Itâs a bit breezy.
Y/N: Hey! You werenât supposed to answer like that.
Nightwolf
Y/N: Surely Iâm not as short as your bear spirit animal on its hind legs.. right?
Nightwolf: Wrong.
Y/N: Your teasing!
Nightwolf: You should not be ashamed of being short.
Y/N: Iâm not ashamed.. Iâm actually proud of myself
Nightwolf: I assume your delusion is talking right now.
(JOKE LMAO)
Nightwolf: In some African tribes, they see short people as people who are close to Nature.
Y/N: I would prefer to not be close to Cetrion..
Nightwolf: Excluding Cetrion.
And that concludes this request.. itâs been however many days since Iâve last posted.. I should finish all my requests.
are you taking requests? bc i gotta know what it's like to make out with nightwolf, fujin and takeda... like where are their hands going? are they the type to push u up against a wall, pin you with their knee between ur legs? sitting on their laps and grinding while making out?
gotta know fr... there's NOTHING for those 3...
HOW DO THEY MAKE OUT? MK MALE CHARACTERS
WARNINGS : (MDNI) ! descriptive making out and alluding to smut, thigh riding
MASTERLIST
Takeda is very needy. Heâs also not ashamed about it. Heâll have you pressed up against the wall. His knee is between your legs and heâll give you passionate kisses along your neck. He can feel how wet you are with his knee and it turns him on even more.
Now even though he is very needy, Takeda prioritizes taking care of you before focusing on himself so heâll do everything that you like.
Takeda picks you up by your ass and makes your thighs wrap around his waist. He kisses you with passion and intention. Like he canât stop himself even if he wanted to.
He brings you over to the bed and heâll sit down with you in his lap. His handâs immediately go to your hips.
He loves to tongue kiss you. Very sloppy. He moans in your mouth. He canât help himself. He has to get you off.
Takeda, with his hands on your hips, starts moving you on his thigh and you moan into the kiss. Your clit constantly feels pressure against his thigh.
âI thought you said we were just making out.â You told him in the kiss.
âYou believed me?â Takeda kisses your neck. He licks all on your sweet spots and kisses on you lovingly. âYouâd look so hot cumming on my thigh.â
Nightwolf is very gentle and passionate. He doesnât want to hurt you so itâs always very soft. Heâll cup the back of your neck with his right hand and bring you closer to him with his left by your waist.
Youâll kiss on Nightwolfâs neck and suck on his own sweet spots. Thatâs when he starts feeling himself losing a little bit control.
Heâll push you into the counter. Not rough. As soft as he can. His kissing does become a bit more needy. He tries to fight it but not only do you look good, you smell intoxicating to him.
Heâd let you mainly take control though. Heâll let you push him onto the couch. Heâll watch you climb into his lap.
Nightwolf will help you grind on him. Thatâs when he becomes incredibly greedy. âLay on your back, star. Lemme make you feel good.â
You chuckled, knowing what he wanted. âYou canât eat me out all the time Nightwolf.â
âWho says I canât?â
Fujin is a little playful while also being romantic kissing you. Heâll give you butterfly kisses all over your face, making you giggle.
Heâll finally reach your lips giving you a deep and passionate kiss. He canât get enough of you once heâs started. He canât stop.
Youâll be sitting down. Fujin likes rubbing your thighs. He loves gripping them and rubbing them with love. Heâll kiss your neck softly and then make you lay on your back.
All his kisses go to your collarbone, to the top of the exposed area on your chest. Heâll bring your chin forward so heâs looking at you in the eyes before going back to kiss your lips.
Heâs a little bit needy but is trying not to show it. He doesnât even realize it but heâs grinding his hips into yours. This makes you chuckle.
Your hands go to his pants and starts to take them off. âI need you.â You said into the kiss.
Mk 1 men reacting to someone insulting their s/o right in front of them? Aka how to commit suicide in 12+ different ways
Reiko would not tolerate any slander to his partner and would instantly get up in the face of the person who dare insult you
He doesn't do the pleasures himself. Instead he advises you to beat them into submission while he watches with a coy smirk
Is very offended and doesn't sit idle when he hears it. He'll move past you tell them to try repeating that again
He's threatening but only in body posture and and facial expressions. If they were to throw a punch his way, he'd catch it and headbutt them
He's upset at what he hears and feels like lashing out towards the one who insulted you
Syzoth regains his composure and instead comes to your side and gives you a compliment and tells you not to listen to fools who like to bark like dogs
He laughs, maniacal and wicked. He tells them, through chocked laughter to repeat what they said
Once they do, he laughs some more before beginning to viciously beat them to death, screaming at them to never insult you again
Raises a brow and asks them to try and say that again because they must not be talking to you, his perfect partner
Trips them with his staff before spitting on them and leading you away with a caring smile
Hums a laugh, while looking them up and down. He claps his hands telling them that was a good attempt at an insult but Shang Tsung will show them real hurt
Absolutely eats them alive with his words. Tearing them apart and absolutely destroying all their confidence with just his words alone
Sneers toward the one who insulted you and walks over to them slowly. He looks up them up and down very quietly
His hand finds their neck and he squeezes tightly until they can no longer breathe before dropping them to floor
Gets up in the person's face and begins telling them to say that again and more than that while he begins to back them into a corner
He corners them and threatens them. Tomas tells them if they dare say another word, he'll have them choking on their tongue
Raiden tries to defuse the situation and is then insulted too. He doesn't mind, he simply nods his head
But then he quips back with something witty which angers them and they go to hit him but Raiden is too quick and dodges it before easily subduing them
Isn't one to stand idle after hearing someone insult you. He calls out to them, calling them an asshole before pushing them
Kung Lao begins threatening them and says if they're gonna try and be a tough guy then try to be one with him and see what happens
Absolutely furious. He can't hope to contain his rage and he's grabbing them by the collar and shoving them against the wall
He lashes out at them with his words and nearly crushes their throat but he sees you from the corner of his eye and you look scared. Bi-Han stops then, dropping them to the floor and rushing over to you before the two of you depart
Asks if he heard thar right and wraps on arm around their shoulder. He shakes his head and gives them a hardy slap on the back
Johnny offers some "friendly" advice by saying that if they dare say anything like that again, they'll have no more teeth left to talk with
Any insult given to you is an insult to him. Shao does not take kindly to insults
He doesn't say a word to them, merely crushing their head with his large hand before returning to your side as if nothing happened
Furrows his brows. He wants to get you out of that situation as quick as possible He leads you away from that person.
When the person who insulted you tries to follow, Geras is quick to freeze them in time and break their nose before continuing on his way with you
Tells them it is unwise to insult the lover of someone powerful and when they laugh in Liu Kang's face he sighs
He had hoped for a peaceful ending but it seems that not an option. He sharply kicks them straight in the gut, sending them colliding into the wall
His heart hurts knowing someone has disrespected you. Kuai Liang gets between the two of you and stares them down
Tells them if they are looking for a fight, they'll find one quickly and that it will not end well. Flames will engulf his fist as a show of power
Baraka has had many insults thrown at him but hearing one being thrown at you? He will not tolerate that
He grabs them by their shirt and begins threatening to turn them into minced meat if they dare insult you again
â ď¸:NSFW/SMUT/AFAB Reader/Low key slow burn/Thigh riding/he gets off to how small you are compared to him/he also gets off to making you ride his massive fucking thigh.
â The first time Liu Kang said âGeras will keep you company,â you thought it was a joke.
â It wasnât.
â And nowâweeks laterâyouâre sitting cross legged in the Fire Temple, tryin very hard not to notice how Geras watches you. Not the way someone observes a sparring match or studies a technique. No, this was different. This kind of watching that makes your skin hum, like standing too close to a lightning storm.
â âYour form is improving,â he says, and his voice is low. Steady. The kind of sound that doesnât seek attentionâit demands it.
â You glance up from your meditation pose, cheeks warming. âYeah? Iâve been practicing that hip mobility thing you showed meâŚâ
â âI noticed.â
â Of course he did.
â Geras didnât mingle with mortals. Everyone knew that. Heâs ancientâeternal, untouchable, carved from something that predates patience itself. And yet here he is, week after week. Sitting with you while the others are off saving realms or whatever. Youâre not cleared for that yet. Still too green.
â But Geras? Geras is here.
â âCome,â he says, rising in one fluid motion that shouldnât be possible for someone his size. âYour cooldown.â
â You scramble to your feetâor try to. Your legs are still shaking from holds, and you stumble just slightly. Just enough.
â His hand catches your elbowâand wowâhis palm spans the entire width of your arm. Swallows itâreally. Makes you feel like something small and precious that could break if he wasnât careful.
â ExceptâŚhe is careful. Always. His thumb brushes the inside of your elbowâjust onceâbefore he steadies you. âEasy,â he murmurs. Youâre not sure if heâs talking to you or himself.
â˘â˘â˘
â It starts innocently enough from there. A hand on your shoulder when he adjusts your posture. Fingers curling around your wrist to demonstrate a pressure point. The span of his palm against your spine during a balance exercise, holding you upright like you weigh nothing at all.
â Which, to him, you probably donât.
â âYouâre tense,â Geras observes one afternoon, and before you can respond, his hands are on your shouldersâboth of themâkneading the knots with a precision that borders on unfair.
â âIâmââ Iâm your breath catches, âIâm fine.â
â âYou are many things.â His thumbs press into the space between your shoulder blades, and your eyes flutter shut. âFine is not one of them.â
â You donât know what to say to that. Donât know what it means coming from him. So you just⌠sit there. Let him work the tension free while you try not to think about how his hands could probably encircle your entire ribcage if he wanted. (Why are you thinking about that?)
â âBetter?â he asks, and his voice is closer now. Right by your ear. âYeah,â you whisper. âThanks.â His hands linger. Just for a second. Just long enough for you to wonder.
â˘â˘â˘
â You talk to fill the silence. About your training. About the book youâre reading. About the stray cat thatâs been hanging around the temple grounds and how youâve been sneaking it scraps even though youâre pretty sure Liu Kang knows.
â Geras listens. He always listens. And somewhere between your rambling about helping the village repair a fence and your theory about the best tea for meditation, something shifts. You catch him watching youâreally watchingâwith an expression you canât quite name.
â Itâs not cold. Geras is never cold with you. But itâsâŚ.hungry. NoâThatâs not right either. Itâs restrained. Like heâs holding something back. Something vast and patient and entirely too intense for a random Monday afternoon.
â âWhat??â you ask, self conscious now. âNothing.â But his gaze drops to your hands. Small, folded in your lap. âYou have kind hands..â
â âIâwhat?â
â âYou help people.â He says it like a fact. Like something heâs cataloged and filed away. âIt shows.â
â Your heart does a weird little flip. âI just⌠I dunno. I like making things easier for people, I guess.â
â âI know.â
â The way he says itâlow and certainâmakes you feel seen in a way thatâs almost unbearable.
â˘â˘â˘
â It happens on a Thursday. Youâre stretchingâsomething about hip flexors and warriors poseâand Geras is spotting you. His hands bracket your waist, steadying you through the hold, and youâre trying to focus on your breathing but itâs hard when heâs this close. When heâs touching you like this. âGood,â he says, and thereâs something in his voice that makes your stomach drop. âHold it there.â You do. Or try to. But your legs are shaking and youâre about to collapse andâ
â âCome here,â Before you can process it, heâs lifting you. Justâlifting youâlike youâre nothing more than a thought. His hands span your waist, thumbs pressing into your sides, and suddenly youâre in his lap facing him.
â Perched on one thigh. In the Fire Temple. On a Thursday. âGerasââ âBreathe,â he says, and his arms come around you. Loose. Careful. Giving you every opportunity to leave. You donât.
â âThis isââYou swallow hard. âIs this normal?â âNo.â (At least heâs honest.) His chest rises and falls against yours, slow and measured, and youâre suddenly very aware of how small you are in his arms. How easily he holds you. Like youâre something worth keeping close.
â âShould I move?â you ask, voice barely above a whisper. âDo you want to?â
â No. Gods, no.
â âI donât know what this is,â you admit. His breath ghosts across your temple, heâs silent in response. As if he doesnât know what this is either. But his arms tighten. Just slightly. Just enough to feel like a confession. His hands stay on your waist. Your hands stay on his shoulders. The temple is silent except for the faint crackle of distant flames and the sound of your breathingâunsteady, uneven, too loud in your own ears.
â âWhy did youââ you start. âBecause I wanted to.â Simple. Honest. Devastating. You bite your lip. âYou donât exactly seem like the âwantingâ type.â
â His head tilts. Considering. âI am not. Typically.â
â âAnd now?â
â His hands tighten. Just barely. âNow,â he says slowly, âI find that I want many things I should not.â Your heart trips over itself. âLike?â His eyes burn. âLike keeping you here. Like this. Where I can see you. Feel you.â He subtly presses you further onto his thigh, your core immediately igniting. Your breath catches.
â âGerasââ
â âYou are⌠distracting,â he admits, and it sounds like a curse and a prayer intertwined. âI was not made to be distracted.â
â âSorry,â you whisper, not meaning it at all. His thumb brushes your side. Up. Down. Slow. âDo not apologize.â
â The air is molten between you. his hand slides upâjust barelyâto rest beneath your ribs, palm spread wide, fingers curling slightly like heâs testing the shape of youâ
â You forget how to breathe.
â âSmall,â he murmurs. Almost to himself. And you realizeâsuddenly, wildlyâthat he likes it.
â Likes the way you fit in his hands. Likes the way you have to look up at him. Likes the fact that he could cradle you, cage you, keep youâ
â Your face burns. âYouâre staring,â you manage.
â âYou are worth staring at.â And thatâThat does you in. You duck your head, grinning helplessly into his shoulder, and his chest rumbles with something that might be a laugh before he lightly bounces his leg, causing you to whimper. Again. That small bounce. It sends a jolt straight through your core, your pussy clenching hard against the firm muscle of his thigh.
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â The sudden pressure rubs right over your swollen clit, sending sparks of heat radiating up your spine. You feel a flood rushing through the thin fabric of your shorts alreadyâŚYou press your lips together, trying to stifle the sound, but it's no useâanother whimper escapes, muffled against the crook of his neck. His hand on your waist tightens, fingers digging into your skin through the thin fabric, not letting you pull away.
â He guides you instead with a subtle shift of his hips, grinding your soaked folds directly over the thick ridge of his leg. The friction drags along your entrance, making your inner walls flutter with need.
â âThere,â he murmurs, voice low and rough, like gravel scraping stone. His other hand stays splayed under your ribs, palm hot and broad against your side, holding you steady as he bounces his thigh again, deliberate and unyielding this time.
â The motion lifts you slightly before dropping you back down, the impact forcing you to spread wider against him. Your clit throbs under the assault, the damp training shorts offering no barrierâjust a slick, clinging layer that heightens every slide.
â You canât help the way your hips jerk forward involuntarily, chasing that building ache, your thighs trembling from the effort to stay balanced. Geras watches you intently, his glowing blue eyes locked on your face, absorbing every twitch of your brows, every gasp that parts your lips.
â He relishes this control, the way your body yields to him so easily. Youâre small in his grasp, delicate enough that his cock twitches in response, swelling thicker in his pants as he pictures burying it deep inside youâfeeling your tight heat squeeze around his length while you sob from the stretch. But he holds backâsavoring the slow tormentâdetermined to make you beg before he gives you more.
â âRide it,â he commands softly, his thumb pressing firmly into your hipbone, the pressure bordering on bruising as it urges you to move. âShow me how badly you need this,â
â Your breath hitches, a flush of shame burning your cheeks even as fresh slickness floods your core, easing the way for more friction. His toneâdeep, authoritativeâstrips away any hesitation. You rock your hips tentatively at first, dragging your aching folds along his thigh in short, experimental strokes.
â The fabric of your pants chafes lightly against your sensitive skin, growing sodden and heavy with each pass, the wetness seeping through to darken the material on his leg too. He doesnât thrust or grind back, content to let you work for it, but his leg flexes beneath you now, his quad hardening into a rigid bar that presses up into your core. It hits your clit dead on with every downward roll of your hips, sending jolts of pleasure/pain that make your toes curl in your boots.
â Your hands clutch his shoulders tighter, one side free to scrape your nails over his bronze skin while the other hand rested on the armored plate, you speed up, humping against him with desperate rhythm. Whines pour from your throat now, high pitched and fractured, each one vibrating through your chest as your pussy clenches rhythmically, empty and craving.
â âSo sensitive,â Geras thinks, a surge of dark pleasure tightening his gut. âDrenched already, humping my leg like an animal in heat. Theyâd clench so perfectly on my cockâmilking every inch while I pound into them until they break.â The fantasy fuels his arousal, his shaft pulsing fully hard now, the head leaking to dampen his own pants. He shifts minutely, letting the hardness brush against your knee, a tease of whatâs to come.
â âThatâs it,â he growls, his free hand sliding down to grip your ass cheek, fingers sinking into the soft flesh and yanking you forward with more force. He kneads the muscle there, spreading you slightly to increase the contact, pulling you harder against his thigh until your clit grinds in tight circles. âFuck yourself on me..â
â You obey without thought, hips snapping faster, the wet glide turning rhythmic and loud in the hushed temple. Your training pants are plastered to you, outlining every swollen curve of your pussy, the fabric translucent where your arousal has soaked through completely.
â Each bounce jars your body, your chest heaving with the motion, nipples peaking painfully against your top. The pressure coils low in your belly, a hot tension that makes your thighs quake and your vision blur at the edges. You whine louder, forehead dropping to his collarbone, inhaling the earthy scent of his skin mixed with the musk of your own excitement. âGerasâitâsâahâtoo muchâpleaseâ!â
â âNot nearly enough,â he counters, punctuating the words with another sharp bounce of his leg. The upward thrust rams his muscle against your entrance, mimicking a shallow fuck that has your walls spasming.
â His cock throbs insistently, standing out against the confines of his pants, but he denies himself, fixated on your descent into desperation. Your emotions tangleâmortification at the pathetic sounds youâre making, undercut by the intoxicating thrill of his dominance, the way he owns every shudder wrung from your body.
â He leans closer, his breath scorching your ear, lips brushing the shell. âYouâre ruining my pants, filthy little thing,â he sounds restrainedâbarelyâ âSo much slick from just my thigh. Think how youâd flood me when I shove my cock inside,â
â The crude promise shatters your restraint. Your orgasm rips through you without warning, pussy convulsing in sharp waves that gush more wetness over his leg. You cry out, back arching as ecstasy pulses from your clit outward, thighs clamping around his as tremors rack your frame. He doesnât relent, thigh flexing steadily to prolong the peaks, drawing out every flutter until youâre limp and sobbing softly against him.
â As the aftershocks fade, you slump fully into his chest, panting raggedly, skin slick with sweat. Geras strokes your back in slow, possessive sweeps, the touch surprisingly tender amid the lingering heat.
â When the others return, youâre still there. Still on his lap. Still wrapped in arms that could break you but wonât. Before finally he sets you back down, âbe good, donât relay our private moments and Iâll reward you.â He pressed a kiss to your forehead, waving you off to sit back in your usual meditation spot. You did so, with buckling knees.
how would the mk characters (you pick) react if they met a sorcerer reader just like quan chi?
MK Men x Sorcerer! Reader
Note: Results of the pole from a previous post. Reader is known as 'The Ruler of Shadows". Female reader since you didn't specify a gender and I don't really wanna write Gender neutral rn.
Ft. Liu Kang, Raiden, Smoke, Shang Tsung
Liu Kang: The others seem cautious of you.
You: I can't say I blame them.
Liu Kang: Your abilities improve with every fight, Y/n.
You: Does that mean I'm better than that clown?
Liu Kang: You have always contrasted Shang Tsung and Quan Chi in every timeline.
You: I hope to continue that, should there be another timeline after this.
You: Is the whole "sorcerer" thing a turn off?
Liu Kang: When it comes to you? No.
You: Hmph, I'm no stranger to fire.
Liu Kang: The scars across your body tell me so.
You: A sorceress and a God. Sounds...
Liu Kang: Like a recipe for disaster. But with you, it's the good kind.
Raiden: It pains me that others think so lowly of you.
You: huffs I really only care about what you think about me.
Raiden: Madame Bo spoke highly of you.
You: At least someone does...
Raiden: You need not prove yourself to me, I believe your heart is pure as gold.
You: Hm, you are too kind for your own good, Raiden.
You: You ready to get your ass kicked?
Raiden: Please go easy on me... And no tentacles this time.
You: Y'know, I can show you why I'm better than that clown.
Raiden: I don't need to see it to believe it, but please, go ahead.
You: I always liked you more than Kung Lao. That man needs his ego taken down a notch...
Raiden: chuckles I try my best, my Queen.
Smoke: Please tell me you aren't like him...
You: I'm relieved to say I am not.
Smoke: You are a Necromancer, right? Are you able to speak with the dead?
You: Yes, and your mother says she's very proud of you.
Smoke: Are you the fire to my smoke? Cause you're hot.
You: laughs Did Johnny teach you that?
You: This Queen of Shadows could use a King of Smoke.
Smoke: I- uh- clears throat I-I'd be honored...
You: Your skills are awe-inspiring, Tomas. I must say, I am impressed.
Smoke: A-ah, th-thank you, my Queen. God, why must I stutter so much?
You: Why so red, my King? Don't tell me your knees buckle when in my presence~
Smoke: Good lord, you're gonna kill me here.
Shang Tsung: Such potential, all wasted on that bastard...
You: You will not speak of Lord Liu Kang, snake.
Shang Tsung: You'd look so pretty at my side, dearest~
You: Tch, your charm had no effect on me!
Shang Tsung: I will have you one day, my pretty little sorceress.
You: Ugh, I'd rather deal with Cage than you.
You: You are lucky I don't strike you down where you stand...
Shang Tsung: Oh I do welcome the challange~
You: Your flirting is worse than Johnny's.
Shang Tsung: Ouch, playing dirty are we?
You: If you weren't such a prick, I'd actually consider it.
I saw the movie last night, now it isn't the best. But I'm not a hater I can enjoy a movie for what it is. And let me say this version of Liu Kang has got to be one of my favorites. Only because he looks like a sopping wet cat. Like he's so cute and I love him, I wanna keep him in my pocket! Was super sad that Kung Lao was killed off so quickly but I have hopes their is a way to bring him back!
Cw: MDNI, Liu Kang is a bottom, he's begging and whimpering for you, virginity taking(Him), pronouns are gender neutral but reader has a vag, Porn with feelings?, kissing, praising, ooc Liu Kang? Idk made him kinda pathetic lol, soft sex nothing hardcore <3 reader goes through a little dilemma w their delusions
You noticed the way Liu Kang stared at you. Ever since he came to get you to be one of earth realms fighter. The way he would steal quick glances at you when you passed each other in the halls. The longing looks he'd leave you when everyone ate. Practically stars and hearts in his eyes when he looked at you.
The way his eyes grew brighter when you praised him, cheeks growing hotter when you place a hand on his arm. Kung Lao often teased him about it, especially when you were nearby. Liu Kang blushed and smacked Kung Lao on the back and yelled at him in a hushed tone. Everyone seemed to know about the crush he had on you. Except for you, well at least that's what it seemed.
You knew since the beginning, it's was super obvious. You had to admit he was cute and you would confess to him. But it's so cute seeing him get all shy and flustered. You wanted to enjoy this for as long as you could. You wanted him to confess to you, see him stutter over his words and his face red.
No he may be shy but he's not that pathetic. Your delusions of him are getting worse, but it's fun imagining him like this. God if he doesn't do something soon you would. You can't keep touching yourself to his image. You need him underneath you, you need him bad. Of course you don't want him just for his body. Yes it's nice to look at but, he is a wonderful and caring person as well.
God it's late at night and all you can think about is Liu Kang. You really needed to sleep but your too restless. You groan and toss the covers off your body, you angrily get up and walk out of your room. You walked down the hallway and into the kitchen. You got yourself a glass of water not even noticing the figure that leans on the counter.
You grab a glass and fill it up, the figure moving to face you. He brings his finger up and a fire flicks up. You gulp down the water and when the fire flicks on you spit it out. You start to choke as Liu Kang sputters out an apology. He reaches out a had to rub your back as he apologizes. His other hand still being used as a light. "You fucking scared me Liu" "Sorry about that.."
You looked at him and admired his face, how he looked so beautiful. He just looked at you with his head tilted "Do I have something on my face?" You snapped out of it and you looked away grinning "Oh no sorry hah- just admiring how pretty you look" you didn't realize what you said before you said it. You froze and looked at him with nervousness, Liu just stared at you with wide eyes. You couldn't tell but his whole face reddened, he struggled to find words.
"I'm sorry that was inappropriate...I think I'll just head to my room now.." you turn away when you feel his hand grabs your wrist. "Hey wait," you refuse to look at him your too embarrassed "I think your pretty cute too" you slowly turn to look at him. You both stare into each other's eyes, yours flicking to his lips every so often. His eyes flicking down to your lips as well, soon enough you both are leaning in. Your eyes close as your lips connect, you both hold the position there before slowing moving. You both fall into a slow passionate rhythm, enjoying the moment and intimacy of the kiss.
Liu reached his hands towards you placing one on your waist and the other on your chin. It was Liu's first kiss and there was no way for you too tell considering how good he was at it. You pulled away making Liu let out a small whine "C'mon Liu let's continue this in my room" you smiled taking his hands in yours and guiding him to your room.
Liu smiled at you and followed you, never breaking eye contact. He felt himself growing hot, his pants slightly tighten. He wasn't used to this feeling it was kinda strange. As you both went inside your room you shut and locked the door, then lead him to your bed. You sat him down on the bed with you right next to him. You leaned back in and Liu quicky met your lips, you wanted to giggle at his eagerness.
You both smiled into the kiss, Liu's eyes closed while yours were half lidded. You wanted to memorize his face, how he looked while you kissed him. Liu let out a small moan as you parted his lips with yours so you could slip your tongue inside. Your tongue caressed his, Liu didn't know what to do. He just sat their and let you do all the work, letting your tongue dominant his mouth.
You parted from him once again, letting you both catch your breath. You placed your hand on his knee "Do you want to continue further or just kissing? I'm okay with whatever your comfortable with" you spoke in a hushed tone. Liu sat there for a moment pondering, he was nervous and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't slightly scared. He was a monk he'd be going against his vows, but he already broke them by kissing you...so what was the harm? He looked at you and smiled, placing your hand closer to his groin "Please I want to go further if you want to"
You look at him with love in your eyes and he returns the same look, you guide him to lay on his back, his head hitting the pillows. You place a kiss on his forehead, then the tip of his nose, and then his lips. You move the hair that is in his face away and smile down at him. âJust relax and let me take care of you okay?â He nods his head and his eyes follow your form. You slowly kiss down his body til you meet the band of his pants. You look up at him while you take off his pants and boxers, âLet me know anytime if you need or want me to stopâ âI willâ Liu smiles thinking to himself about how grateful he is, his first time will be with someone who is so gentle and mindful. You take his half flaccid cock in your hand and start to slowly pump, up and down.
You look up at him making eye contact and never breaking it. Memorizing his facial features, his reactions to your hand touching him were so cute. There was only a small source of light from the lamp on your nightstand. It lit up his face partly, showing how red his face was, how he bit his lip and his eyes wavering as they stared back into yours. He softly moaned and he moved one hand to rest behind his head while the other laid in his stomach. His fist clenching and unclenching, he whined out your name.
He felt himself getting close "Please can I cum? Please let me cum.." he sounded so breathless and you hardly did anything, you chuckled "Cumming so soon? Your so cute, have you ever had anyone touch you or have you ever touched yourself?" You asked as you kissed the tip making him gasp "N-No I've never done anything, it goes against the Monk code.." He whines when you lick up his shaft and then take the tip in your mouth. Your hand still on him slowly and softly stroking him.
He closes his eyes and whimpers when your tongue traces over a vein. "Oh gods mmm please keep going, it feels so good!" His breath quickens and his voice becomes airy and whiny. You release him from your mouth "Then cum pretty boy~" and you take him back into your mouth and your hand pumps him faster. His body tightens and almost thrashes when he feels his orgasm hit. He loudly moans out your name and his eyes roll back into his head, he feels as if he has been sent to the heavens and he doesn't want to come back down. Without realizing it he grabs your head and forces you down all the way on him. You choke on him as he took you by surprise, you let out a muffled moan. You feel his hot load shoot down your throat and he honestly doesn't taste too bad. "Thankyouthankyouthankyousomuchhh~~" he whines and bucks his hips letting the last of big load drip into your mouth.
His grip loosens and his hand falls off your head. You clean off his cock with your mouth and sit on your knees. "Your welcome baby~ Do you wish to go further?" You ask as you lean over him, straddling his legs and your arms on either side of him. He looks up at you with wide teary eyes "Y-yes please, I need more" you kiss the tip of his nose, who are you to deny him?
You move you hand to hold his cock while you line yourself up with him. You slowly sink down on it, your already wet from all the sounds he made. His whimpering and moaning got you all hot and bothered. Liu Kang whines as you slowly sink down on him. He whimpers when you finally take all of him, his face scrunches up cutely and his hands lay gently on your hips. Never gripping just holding you like your a precious artifact. "Gosh Liu your so fucking big~ ngh" you moan out and place your hands on his chest.
Liu's face heat's up more if it was possible, he doesn't know what to say, should he say thank you? "I'll take it nice and slow at first and we can speed up if you want" you look at him for any signs of discomfort and uneasiness. But you find none infact he looks up at you with a pleading look and he nods his head. You smile and you slowly move up and then back down, Liu moans and his fingertips heat up without realizing it. You moan at the feeling enjoying his hot touch.
His cock twitches in you causing you to clamp down around him. Liu whimpers as you move a little faster, his eyes closes for what seems like a few seconds. He then opens them and see's you with your shirt off, breasts out and in his face. He blushes and can't help but admire how they slightly bounce with each thrust. "You can touch them if you want" you chuckle as you notice he is just staring at them in awe. Liu snaps out of his entrance and moves one hand to cup a breast. You let out a soft moan as he plays with it, thumb going over your nipple and playing with it til it gets hard. He then pays the same attention to the other, toying with it gently.
He leans his head up and sticks his tongue out hesitantly. He licks your nipple before taking into his mouth, softly sucking and kissing it. You close your eyes moaning out his name, your hand coming down to play with your clit. Liu detaches his mouth from your nipple and looks up at you with his beautiful eyes. You want to cum right then and there, but this was about him tonight. You pleasure comes second which is why the hand playing with your clit is lazy and uncoordinated. You bite your lip as you move up and down on his cock "Fuck Liu~ I can feel you hitting my cervix hah~" you grind on him making him gasp and whimper.
He slightly squirms underneath you and his hips involuntarily thrust up into you. You gasp and cling onto his chest, as his cock rubs against a certain spot. Your eyes roll back as you whine out his name. Liu wraps his arms around your waist and buries his head in your chest. "I'msorryImsorryimsorryimsorrypleaseletmecumstill~.." he mumbles into your chest, you giggle at his begging and you bring your hand to cradle his head. "Of course I'll still let you cum, it's not your fault my love, you couldn't help it~" Liu feels himself twitch again as your sweet words send a wave of heat through his body.
You start your pace again and you pick it up and Liu's breathing picks up. His grip tightens and his whining gets louder, you knew he was close. He was begging for release and you were not going to deny him. With a few more bounces Liu cums into you with a moan, you soon following him. Liu tosses his head back into the pillow, eyes rolling back and mouth slightly open. All that he is able to do is whine and whimper, his body twitching. His cum spurts into you hard, it's warm and thick and fills your womb till it's full. You moan out his name "Fuck Liu your such a good boy, yes please give me all you got~" You mange to keep your eyes open and watch his face as he cums. You clench around his length and cum around his length. Liu moans at the praise and softly gasps when he feels you clamp around him.
You both stay in that position, catching your breathes and enjoying the intimate moment. Liu stares up at you with love in his eyes and smiles, you do the same. You rest your head on his chest and place and soft kiss on his chin. "We can continue or we can stop, I'm okay with either option" you whisper in his ear and place a tender kiss to the shell of it. Liu shudders and ponders for a moment, maybe you guys could do a couple more rounds?
"Please can we continue?" He meekly asks, you grin and sit back up, his cock still inside you. You feel it hardening "Of course whatever you want"
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The next morning you find yourself laying next to Liu Kang. Snuggled beside him underneath the covers of your bed. You smile at his sleeping form, he looks so peaceful and cute. His neck is marked with the love bites you placed onto him. You kiss his forehead and bring him closer to you, it was official you were now dating Liu Kang! During the last round last night when he came he moaned out he loved you, which made you return his gesture. You also told him how you loved him and then you made it official. Liu couldn't be happier and neither could you, if you were dreaming you wished you'd never wake up.
you wiggle in Liu Kangâs lap to get slightly more comfortable, watching as a nervous Kung Lao kneels before you, his warm hands on the tops of your thighs
he gives you a small smirk to try and spark confidence, but you can see how sweat builds up on his temple and how he licks his dry lips
Liu Kang hums behind you, bringing your attention back to him as his hands trail down your body, cupping your chest and rubbing his thumbs over your sensitive nipples
letting out a shaky breath, you flit your gaze back to Kung Lao and how he watches how Liu Kang traces your body his hands, warm fingertips over the expanse of your waist and your stomach
one of his hands migrate to rest on the inside of your thigh while his other dips down lower to spread your pussy lips for Kung Lao to see
the monk sucks in a sharp breath, and Liu Kang lets out a little laugh at the sound, âi know, pretty sight, isnât it?â
Kung Lao can only nod and glance up at you and Liu Kang before looking back down to where Liu Kang has you spread
ânow, watch carefully,â Liu Kangâs voice rumbles against your back, a slight raspiness as he moves his fingers to settle over your clit
a small sigh sounds from you as he rubs his fingers side to side slowly and gently, and you lean back further into Liu Kangâs body, letting the softness of his muscle envelop you
he draws a small whine from you, and he lets out a breath, amusement coloring his voice, âjust listen, itâs their biggest give away.â
Liu Kang moves his fingers expertly against you, slow and casual, and pleasure burns within you like a cinder, slowly building up with in your stomach
âmmh, ah, Liu Kang-â you mewl pathetically as his fingers speed up against your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge
his hand on your thigh tightens in its grip as his breath grows harsher the more he listens to you cry out his name
Kung Lao stares unblinking at how your pussy drools with want, the slick dripping down and staining Liu Kangâs own thighs
and yet the god doesnât seem to mind, almost proud of the fact that he can make you want him so much, and the monk can feel his cock grow hard the longer he listens to you whine
just as you tip over the edge, Liu Kang pulls his fingers back, and you twitch in protest on his lap briefly but soon settle down and can only whimper for him
ânngh, Liu, please!â you donât squirm in his lap, but Kung Lao can see how your pussy clenches around nothing and how your clit is swollen with need
âpatience, my love, just preparing you for Kung Lao. you want to help me teach him, yeah?â Liu Kangâs voice makes you shiver, and you nod, blinking down at Kung Lao
once again, Liu Kangâs fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing it slowly and drawing small moans and whines from your lips
he builds up speed, feeling you twitch and move your hips to try and grind against his fingers, and he pulls away just as you reach the edge, pushing you closer and closer to the edge without ever tipping you over
you can feel tears dripping down your face as you gasp, trying not to beg and be good for Liu Kang
Kung Lao can only stare in rapture at your dripping cunt, ignoring his own aching cock to simply stare at how your hips grind forward and to listen to how you whimper
the god pulls his fingers away from you once more, panting into the air as you let out a cry and a choked sob, body trembling in his lap
as he pulled his fingers away completely, hand now resting on your shaking thigh, and Kung Lao finally pressed his head forward, wrapping his lips around your puffy clit and flicking his tongue back and forth
heâs not quite as skilled as Liu Kang, he knows that as much, but your desperate cries for him and the way your hands sink into his hair has his ego soaring
âah, aggh Lao, fuck-mmh!â itâs the only warning you give to Kung Lao before he tastes your release on his tongue, and he greedily laps it up
it tastes so distinctly you, and he canât help it as he presses his face in deeper, tongue roughly lapping up whatever he can on his tongue, his hands pressing into the fat of your thighs to try and bury himself further in
âmmh! agh, Lao- hah ahh!â your voice warbles, and he can feel how your hands leave your hair and the quiet shushes of Liu Kang
he doesnât spare a glance as to why, his eyes closed as he tastes you on his tongue, and he can feel you shaking beneath him
youâre barely keeping it together as Kung Lao rips another orgasm out of you right after your previous one, and you whine and squirm in Liu Kangâs grip
his hands keep a firm grasp on your wrists, making sure you canât push away the monk lapping sloppily at you, desperate to taste all of you
âyou can take it, thatâs it, so good for us, hm?â Liu Kang teases you as you shake in his grip, your mind hazy with pleasure, unable to think clearly
âheâs a quick learner, but Lao just needs some extra practice. youâll be good for us, wonât you?â the god asks, and you whine out a yes
Liu Kang laughs, a low rumble in his chest, looking down at Kung Lao through half-lidded eyes as he ravishes you
Self-aware Liu Kang (Mortal Kombat 2021) x GN! reader!
an: the inspiration for these headcanons was this post by @pyrodolls ! these headcanons are less yandere-ish and more focused on the self-aware part since I just. didn't want to write yandere. who knows what the future has in store. but anyways.
trigger warnings? : brief mention of death, movie spoilers, nothing else unless you count liu kang being lonely i guess đ
It starts with the subtle glances from the corner, Liu Kang's eyes set on the camera, just barely noticeable.
He's hidden behind other characters (for example during the scene in the temple when Shang Tsung and his little guys had come to attack, but Lord Raiden stopped them), just slightly peering at the camera, unable to contain his curiosity. Before it becomes too noticeable he looks away, but eventually it becomes obvious to the viewer and Liu Kang's friends.
He does try to tell them at some point, he feels a presence, something or someone watching them. The others just respond as they would, sticking to their predetermined script, playfully questioning Liu Kang's sanity or asking if he's joking or just brushing it off.
^ âOf course someone is watching us, it's probably Lord Raiden.â but Kung Lao is the first to break and begin to notice, too.
Liu Kang starts doing small things to get you to notice him. There's shots lingering on him, extra scenes you hadn't seen before, new lines from him. He'd prefer not to take away from his friends, but he wants to learn more about you. And he wants you to know he's there.
There's just something about you that intrigues him. Perhaps the way your life is so simple, soâŚunlike his, that captures his attention at first, and the fact that's there's a whole new world out there. As he gets to know you, though,
He's captivated by your smile, your laugh, your personality.
There was one night you fell asleep with the movie on. Liu Kang felt the need to just watch you- make sure you were okay. You seemed so peaceful when you slept. Was it because he was watching over you? Maybe you were even dreaming of him. He was glad you neglected to turn the TV off. Everything feltâŚcold when you weren't around.
Especially because he'd basically be sent on the same journey over and over and over and over again. He knew how everything would play out. He knew Kung Lao would die, and he'd have to watch it, and go through that same anguish over and over and over again.
He knew he'd feel that same chill.
But your smiling face brought warmth.
You hadn't watched the movie for a few months, which led to that feeling being prolonged.
Cold, bitter cold. Silence. Stillness.
When he finally felt your warmth again, Liu Kang was ecstatic.
Yandere Raiden x reader x Yandere Fujin? Or feed my delusional mind with just Yandere mk men x reader- with that harem âno sheâs mine! Not yours!â
âAlright, men please listen up. Y/N can only choose one of us..which means you all will have to die.â
A/N: I love a delusional queen from infinity to infinityyyyyy. MHMM OFC!!! Anything for my delusional friendsâŚI didnât have Raiden in this one because Iâm going to give you some good stuff in a separate post. I have Raiden and Fujin fighting for you in that. Plus a bonus;) this has been my favorite request so far.
Warnings: Johnny cageđ, Yandere/Toxic Themes, mentions of stalking, harassment, violence, a bit suggestive???
Requests: open 24/7
Masterlist
Letâs be real, the mk men are perpetually thirsty. Actually all the characters are to be honest. Did you hear the flirty dialogue?? Even the keeper is trying to get some of that action.
So really itâs no shocker that you, the new fighter, have all the attention from them.
Johnny is undoubtedly the first to strike. He may be an older man now but damn, you make him feel like heâs 20 again. He just cannot control making some kind of flirtatious comment when he sees you walk by.
âWoah, woah, woah, now sweetheart. I think you and I should have a nice long conversation. Get to know each other a littleâŚor a lotâŚdealers choice.â ;)
Yeahh he doesnât care that he has a kid and a mortgage. Cassie is grown now and Sonya doesnât want him anymoreâŚso free game, baby.
His eyes are hungry and he barely can hold himself back from pouncing on youâ
Liu Kang and Kung Lao see this and apologize for his behavior towards you. They introduced themselves and of course did their absolute best to make you feel at home.
Donât let this fool you though, those are some sinful monks. They are no better than Johnny and they want you real baaaad.
âSo, Y/N. What is your skill set? Wait. Let me guess, you use beauty essence to trap your opponent in a daze before knocking them out?â
Liu Kang jabs Kung Lao in the stomach with his elbow, before speaking to you.
âIâm sorry for these two. You are very beautiful but please know we are just as excited to train with you as we would anyone else. Anytime youâd like to spar, please, donât hesitate to find me.â
Ahh heâs so damn slickâŚhe just wants a reason to pin you downnnn
âHey! Liu Kang donât you mean us? We all would like to train with you darling~. Some people like to fight over in the courtyard but if youâd like I have a very special place called, me casa.â
âI would also like to train with youâŚin the courtyard of course. I mean unless you preferââ
âThanks? Umm..I appreciate all of yourâŚ.offers. Iâm supposed to actually meet with Raiden, Iâm just a little lost. Have you guysâ-â
Before you could even finish your sentence all three of them bombarded you with offers and began fighting over each other, debating who actually knows how to find Lord Raiden the best.
âUhhââ
That pretty much sets the tone for how everyone acts around you.
By a month or so into you being here, everyone knows about you. Especially the men. Youâre all they talk about.
At first it was simply chatter about you being a new kombatant for earthrealm and of course mentions of your beauty.
But since learning more about and becoming closer with you, the little infatuations have turned into full blown obsessions.
No one can seem to get enough of you, even the grand masters have trouble focusing when youâre around. Hanzo and Kai Liang may disagree on many things but you are one of the few things they can get behind.
They are both trying to recruit you to their different clans so they can be fully entitled to you.
Scorpion wants extreme control over you, he wants to shape you into the perfect companion. He wants you to be just as poised as his wife once was. You already have her beauty so just let him perfect you.
Sub-Zero wants you to become his equal. What he failed to do with Frost, he will make up with you. How more beautiful youâd become if only your heart was frozen over.
Either one will stop at nothing to have you. A trophy they could boast over. For a second you ended a centuries-long feud, both agreeing on your excellenceâŚonly for it to start all over again for who is more worthy to own you.
This isnât isolated to just them, all the men are fighting for your attention. Arguing about who you actually belong to, bragging about how much attention they got from you, and comparing it to each other. Donât get me started on that. Mk men are so needy for your attention. Whenever they canât get it, they resort to other ways.
Johnny is such a filthy pervert. You donât wanna give him the time of day? Fine, heâll take matters into his own hands.
Heâs your very own paparazzi, you should be grateful that heâs taking this many pictures of you. Youâre the first and only.
It doesnât matter that heâs doing it without your consent or knowledgeâŚ. Heâll jump into the flesh pits if that meant getting the perfect shot of youâŚlet him have this.
He refuses to share these with the other guys, itâs just for him. Over his dead body will Kano or someone else see you like this.
Shang Tsung has also caught wind of you and youâre a pretty sight indeed. He doesnât want you to fight in the tournament. A gorgeous soul like you should be locked away in his throne room. He always tries to bribe you with fortune and power. He can offer you so much more than these rodents. If you need an extra push in his direction, a little trickery may help with thatâŚ.he has no shame using an incantation on you.
Liu Kang and Kung Lao are no better. They manipulate that fact you see them as good friends as a way to be in the limelight.
They stalk you just as much as the rest, sometimes separately but often times together. It always ends up in a fight between the two tho because one person starts shit talkingâŚ
âIdk Kang. A woman like that would never be into you. Kitana barely even looks your wayâŚwhat makes you think Y/N will? Besides, she called me cute.â
âYeah, I think sheâll think itâs real âcuteâ how I destroy you in the tournament..â
Perverted as Cage. Kung Lao is extremely touchy while sparring. He loves to âteachâ you things. He never shines away from a moment to flex all of his years of training under the shaolin and that heâs a self proclaimed expert.
For some reason when heâs fixing your form, his hand always winds up a little too far upâŚhmm strange.
Liu Kang loves when you watch him workout or spar with others. When itâs finally your turn to be his opponent, he never holds back.
You cannot catch a break. Gifts and proposals are constantly sent to your door and no matter how much you try to decline, it just wonât stop coming. Sure being basically waited on, and desired by many is really nice. Every girls dream! But you have to admit just how it is scary having such dangerous men obsessed with you.
There hasnât been a moment in the last few months where youâve ever felt completely alone. The feeling that someone is always watching you has never left.
And, occasionally you would awkwardly overhear or walk in on a group of men fighting about you.
âWith all due disrespect, I believe a babe like that would prefer a star like me. Sheâs all mineâ
âNonsense. Y/N belongs to the Shirai Ryu. Both her beauty and skill makes her a viable asset to the clan. You can fight me in hell over it, Cage.â
It doesnât get any better when the tournament starts.
I think the men forgot they were fighting for their realms because it quickly turned into a fight for dominance.
A tournament that was once a noble cause, turned into a bloody showcase. Every man dedicating their wins to you, making sure to send a cheeky flex or wink your way.
Besides, what value did their realms hold if you werenât there with them.
he may hold himself in such honor and have monk like morals, but with you he becomes a cheeky little shitâgot no filter in sharing what he wants you to do to him or him doing to you (blame johnny cage)
A/n: more sprinklings of real stories from my exes are in here btw
Warnings: mentions of Shitty/abusive exes, attempts at humor
SYZOTH
Does NOT know how to handle allat trauma, but he tries his best
But when you make jokes about how you courted someone and they mated with their own mother while courting youâŚ.yeah heâs a littleâconfused? Angry? Startled?
Heâs confused bc how and why would someone do that with their mother?? His kind arenât overly maternal by all means..but they donât mate with their parents!
Heâs angry because you clearly are still affected by the betrayal and are afraid it will happen again. (Whether or not itâs with his mother or another woman)
And heâs startled because you justâŚjoke about it casually??? Like hello??? Heâs all for using humor to cope, he does it too with certain topics butâŚtime and place??
âMy loveâŚhave you considered this âtherapyâ? It seems to help others?â Now if you say no, then thatâs cool. But if you say no bc you arenât sure Edenia has therapyâhe can and will go to the Empress
And sheâs down to bring therapy to Edenia, or just shit talk your ex?? Idk they just want you to talk to somebody about it
BI HAN
Ok well give him a name and address and he will kill this guy for you. Like heâs so deadass about it too, âI will end him, for disrespecting you as such. Tell me his name and address.â
Why are you shocked??? You joked about him making you live in constant fear, you are his beloved, and he is the grand master of the Lin Kuei. Disrespect to you is disrespect to him!!
âPlease donât kill himâ well itâs too late to not do anything. Heâs already told Sektor to find him. If he made you live in fear, he will make him live in fear. Besides you have an alibi?? You live with him. In China. Thousands of miles away from him??
As far as anyone is concerned, youâre innocent. And you are, donât worry he wonât make you face him. That man was an abusive coward, it wouldnât do you any good to see him again.
Besides youâve moved on to greater thingsâhim and the Lin Kuei. Expect him to force some kind of training on you, bc if worse comes to worse he wants you to be able to defend yourself from such imbeciles
LIU KANG
Well, he knew youâd had past relationships. Heâs literally God guys.
But he did not expect you to date such people. When you freaked out bc he woke up and made breakfast before him?? Yeah heâs a little concerned.
âMy ex..he made me do all the cooking and cleaning. If I woke up before him he wouldnât let me eat.â Ok well how would you feel if he smites your ex? Bc heâs down.
Itâs not even something you joke about, but now your actions make si much sense?? Youâre his priority right now, so he soothes you before calming himself
âDearest, I can assure you that whatever transpired in your previous relationship will not happen here. I want to cherish you, and treat you properly. Allow me to do so, now sit down and enjoy breakfast while I clean.â
Itâs not going to erase everything that happened but itâs a start. While you both enjoy breakfast over scattered and gentle conversations, heâs trying to calm himself down and not just erase your ex from existence
He has lived lives filled with pain, blood and misery. You shouldnât have been that miserable in your life.
pairing: dragon!liu kang x afab!reader x snake!shang tsung
warnings: nsfw (MDNI), monsterfucking, monster dicks, overstimulation, thigh riding, pussy eating, threesome (kind of), some bondage, some praise kink, some degradation kink, dacryphilia
a tail wraps along your calf, the furs tickling against your skin, and you twitch in Liu Kangâs grip and hold on tighter to his broad shoulders as his fangs graze along your lips
he lets out a soft growl, one that rumbles in his throat and fills out his chest so that you can feel the vibrations against your bare skin, and you smile and let out an amused huff of air as you press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose
the displeased frown on his face only deepens when Shang Tsung kisses at the base of your neck and you shiver in response
Liu Kang tightens his grip around your calf and his hands tighten around your waist, claws digging into the soft flesh
âtheyâre mine.â Liu Kang snarls, and you can feel heat rolling off him in waves
he bares his teeth, each sharpened to a point, but Shang Tsung only lets out an amused laugh and glides his hands down the sides of your thighs while resting his chin on your shoulder
âdonât you mean theyâre ours? and here i thought we agreed to share.â even without seeing Shang Tsungâs face, you can still hear the infuriating smirk on his face, and you sigh, jerking your shoulder up to make Shang Tsung bite his tongue
a squeak leaves from the snake, and Liu Kang lets a flicker of amusement appear on his face before hardening his features once more, his bright glowing eyes never once leaving Shang Tsung
âhey, be nice the both of you. or iâll just go back to my quarters to sleep alone.â you wriggle around in both their grips to make a point, but Liu Kang only holds onto you tighter, a growl reverberating from his throat
ânoâŚno, please donât go. weâll behave.â he pouts, upset with the idea of having to share you with Shang Tsung, and he dips his head down to bury his face into your neck, the heat off his face warming your skin
Shang Tsung lets out a curt hum, but you can feel how his nails rake against the inside of your thighs now and how he seems to tense up behind you, just as jealous at having to split your attention with the dragon
his scaly tail wraps around your other calf and squeezes for only a moment before loosening
âfine, yes, iâll behave. even with this brute around.â Shang Tsung rolls his eyes and nibbles at the juncture of your neck and your shoulder
thankfully, Liu Kang doesnât respond to Shang Tsungâs jest and only starts to mouth at your neck, his fangs lightly scraping along your sensitive skin
you smile and bring one hand to stroke gently against one of Liu Kangâs horns, and he melts underneath you, the weight of his body sagging onto you as a low rumble sounds from his chest
Shang Tsung lets out a small pouty sound and scrapes his nails up the inside of your thigh until two of his fingers rest against your clit
ânow, i do believe we promised you a fun time.â Shang Tsung rubs his finger up against your clit, and you sigh in response, letting your weight drop down onto Shang Tsung as your legs turn boneless
Liu Kangâs arms keep you upright and on your feet as he lifts his head to kiss your plush lips, and he groans at the feeling as he lets his forked tongue drag along your lips
you can feel the tips of his fangs poking at you, but you canât find it in yourself to care as you bring one of your hands to cup the back of his neck and then the other to tightly grip onto his shoulder
Shang Tsung flicks his tongue out to taste your skin, humming at the salt and the scent of your musk coating his tongue, and he uses his fingers to pinch your clit
it makes you whine in response, and Liu Kang takes the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth
itâs overwhelming, a dragon devouring your mouth and a snake pleasuring you, but you canât give it much thought when Shang Tsungâs cold body suddenly slides down
Shang Tsung doesnât give you a moment to wonder as he uses his hands to spread your cheeks apart and lets his long tongue trace the length of your pussy
you jolt and squeak in Liu Kangâs grip, but the dragon doesnât let go, only holding onto you tighter as he drags his teeth down to your neck, carefully nipping at the softness of your skin
Liu Kang wants to mark you, to sink his teeth into your flesh and taste your sweet blood against his tongue and his fangs and to hear you cry out in pain and in pleasure
if only Shang Tsung werenât here, then Liu Kang could take all the time in the world making sure that his marks against you would be perfect, but the snake was here, taking away your attention from his
âSh-Shang! mmh! ah- please!â you whimper and hold on tightly to Liu Kang, your hips moving on their own accord as Shang Tsung drags his tongue along your dripping pussy
Liu Kang furrows his brows, a flare of possessiveness heating his body, and he growls, using his strength to pick you up off the ground and throw you over his shoulder
you shriek in surprise and then whack your fists against his back, complaining that you were so close, but Liu Kang doesnât care, letting the flat of his palm sharply slap against your ass
pain stings through you, and you stop your wriggling as you whine in embarrassment
Liu Kang sends a victorious smirk to Shang Tsung before turning to sit down on the bed and bringing you off his shoulder to straddle his muscular thigh
he lets out a breath as he feels exactly how wet you are, and you whack your fists against his shoulder in frustration
âwhat the hell, Liu? i was so- ah! mmgh- you-you canât just-â you can only moan as Liu Kang wraps his hands around your waist and then drags you along his scaled thigh, the ridges grinding up against your sensitive clit and the proof of your arousal dripping down the sides of his thighs
you cling onto his shoulder, hanging your head down as you whine and moan, unable to do much more as Liu Kang keeps you firmly planted on his leg
itâs a torturous drag, and you can feel your face burn with heat as Liu Kang uses you like a doll, his eyes never leaving the wet trail of your arousal along his thigh
his breaths come out much heavier, and you dig your nails into his scales as you feel yourself tipping over the edge
âthatâs it. thatâs it, so good for me, so perfect, so sweet. just let go of yourself. iâve got you, my flame.â Liu Kang can hardly hear himself, his pupils blown wide at the sight of you falling apart just from you grinding down on his thigh
he holds you down just a bit harder, and you moan and lean forward to try and hide your face in his shoulder as you cum on his thigh
tears drip down from the corners of your eyes, and you claw uselessly at Liu Kang as he continues to drag you along his thigh, the pleasure bordering on overstimulation as he starts to bounce his leg
âfuck! Liu-i donât know if- ah! mmfffh nnngh!â he ignores your pleas, his gaze focused on Shang Tsung with a sly smirk before Liu Kang dips his head down to finally sink his teeth into your neck
Shang Tsung gets up off the floor, using the back of his hand to wipe away the remnants of your arousal from his face, and he barely contains the urge to hiss at the dragon
he strides over to where you and Liu Kang are on the bed, his eye twitching in irritation at the sound of your pleasure
itâs not as if he wanted you to be displeased, but the mere fact that it was Liu Kang and not Shang Tsung pleasuring you made the snake want to tear out every scale on his tail
with one fluid motion as you start to sob from overstimulation, Shang Tsung plucks you from Liu Kangâs grip and deposits you on the bed, your head resting on soft pillows and your thighs drawn wide apart by Shang Tsungâs hands
you can barely breathe as he gives you a devilish smile, his long forked tongue flicking against your sensitive clit, just enough to make you jump
âah! mmh, Sh-Shang!â your hands go to bury themselves in his hair, and he allows you to dig his fingers into his perfectly combed hair-do as his mouth descends on your soft skin
he teases the inside of your thighs, kissing and biting you, his mouth practically drooling as he sees your arousal drip down and stain the sheets and as your moans and whines become desperate
your mouth can barely form words, only helpless and pitiful sounds as you try and push your hips into his face, trying to get him to touch him where you need him the most, still needy despite the earlier overstimulation
Shang Tsung ignores you, instead sending a glance over to Liu Kang
the dragon doesnât look particularly pleased, his mouth curved into a hard frown, a deep furrow in between his eyebrows, but a spark of pride and smugness appears in Shang Tsungâs chest when he sees Liu Kangâs hand buried into his pants and a dark spot of pre-cum staining the front of the fabric
turning his attention back to you, Shang Tsung plants one final bite into the meat of your thighs, hearing a pathetic bleat come out of your lips before he lays the flat of his tongue along your clit
you practically jump out of your skin as he drags the smooth muscle over the sensitive bud, and your fingers pull at Shang Tsungâs hair harshly, a loud moan escaping his mouth at the feeling
the vibrations travel through you, and a cry leaves your lips as he moves his face down further, the flat of his nose grinding into your clit as his tongue slips into your drooling pussy
he flicks his tongue inside of you, the forked length thrusting deeper into you
Shang Tsung closes his eyes, letting the taste of you overwhelm him, and when he feels your thighs twitch violently underneath his hands as his tongue prods a specific spot inside of you, he feels victorious, his eyes fluttering open to watch your chest stutter with an interrupted breath
his tongue ruthlessly rubs against that sweet spot, and you let out a loud squeal, your face immediately growing hot with embarrassment at the loud sound
you throw one hand over your mouth in an effort to cover up your noises, but Liu Kang is by your side in an instant, his large hand grabbing onto your wrist
he looks displeased at your attempt to muffle your sounds, and he instead brings your hand to wrap around one of his heavy cocks
there are two of them, standing upright and flushed red, and perhaps in a different situation, you would think it strange
but all you can think about is how it would feel to have him prepare you to take both of them, the mess he would make of you before he even thought of fucking you
underneath your fingertips, you can feel the ridges that line it, the pre-cum that slicks the length, and you can barely touch your fingertips together as he guides your hand to pump him
âdonât want you muffling any of those pretty sounds. if you do, iâll put your mouth to better use.â Liu Kang practically growls it out, a flush overtaking his face as you start to move your hand on your own
drool collects on your lip at the thought of trying to fit him into your mouth, but Shang Tsungâs grip on your thighs tighten as he grinds his nose harder into your clit, and you lose your train of thought
for a second, your hand squeezes slightly, and Liu Kang lets out a loud groan, his hips bucking forward and he bites his lip, as if to reel himself back in
you can barely think in the haze of pleasure, but you manage to bring your hand up to press your thumb into the slit of his cock
a whine peals from him, and you swear you see steam leave his mouth as he breathes out
âdonât-donât do that, or iâll cum too early.â his eyes seem to glow brighter, and you give him a cheeky grin
as you go to retort, Shang Tsung brings his head up, his lips wrapping around your clit, and he sucks hard
your jaw drops open, an unholy high-pitched keening sound escaping your lips as your hips buck instinctually into Shang Tsungâs face
he laps up your cum, savoring the taste of your release with a hum, and your hand falls from Liu Kangâs cock to try and hide your face once more
in an instant, Liu Kang has your wrist pinned down onto the sheets, and with nothing to hide your sounds, you start to whine, tears collecting on the edges of your eyes at the humiliation
âoh, you pretty little slut, you like that, donât you? restrained, unable to do anything against us.â Shang Tsung murmurs it against the skin of your trembling thighs, his eyes focused on the way your pussy clenched desperately around nothing
you donât answer, averting your gaze away as you tug at Shang Tsungâs hair in an effort to get him shut up, a whimper leaves his lips at the feeling
Liu Kang blinks at you, and then a smile crosses onto his face, his hand letting go of your wrist to lift you up
you let him lift you like a ragdoll
an orgasm, teasing, and then another orgasm has left you feeling boneless
Shang Tsung crawls up onto the bed while Liu Kang lifts you up so that you can sit on the bed, both of your legs harshly pulled apart
the dragon grabs both of your wrists, and he wraps his headband around your wrists, tying them together firmly
he doesnât give you a moment of reprieve as he takes advantage of his position to fondle your chest while his mouth attaches itself to your neck
Shang Tsung hums as he drags off the last of his clothing, and you stare at the sight of him and feel yourself clench around nothing, arousal starting to leak down the inside of your thighs
you attempt to close your legs, but Shang Tsung grabs onto the both of them and pulls them back apart, his tongue darting out to wet his lips
like Liu Kang, he also had two cocks, but unlike the dragon behind you, Shang Tsungâs was longer, thinner, smoother, tapered at the tip, and covered in a thin sheen of slick
âoh, you are just a little whore, already thinking about taking both of them,â Shang Tsung licks his lips, shuffling in a little closer, âbut i think iâll save that for another day.â
he lifts your legs so that they wrap around his waist, and youâre practically suspended over the bed now, your upper body supported by Liu Kang and your lower body supported by Shang Tsung, almost as if you weighed nothing
his hands keep a firm grip on your hips as he moves forward, one of his cocks sliding into your pussy with ease while his other drags along your sensitive clit
a whine peels out of your throat, your hands tugging at the binds, but they hold firm while Shang Tsung hisses at the feeling of you clenching around him
he bites his lip, trying to control himself, to reel his self-control in
itâs difficult, especially when you look so delectable beneath him, neck covered in various bite marks, a slight sheen of sweat covering the length of your body, your hands tied behind your back
even Liu Kang mouthing at your neck looks delicious when you shiver and moan in response and clench around Shang Tsungâs cock, arousal leaking down your thighs and staining his scales
Shang Tsung groans as he pulls his hips back and then thrusts back in, angling his hips to make sure that he could hit your sweet spot, and heâs rewarded with the sweet sound of your whines in the air
âpl-please, Shang!â you squeeze around him, needy and desperate and his hands tighten on your hips, his mouth practically going dry at you begging for him
Liu Kang growls, his fangs sinking back into the soft flesh of your neck, and you cry out for the dragon, your body leaning into him
itâs the final thread for Shang Tsung, and he snarls, hips snapping backwards to fuck into you ruthlessly
he didnât want Liu Kang to make you cry out like that, no, that right was reserved for Shang Tsung only
only he wanted to make you cry out in pleasure, only he wanted to leave marks on you, only he was allowed to make you cum so deliciously
Shang Tsungâs grip on your hips are sure to leave bruises the next day as he ruts into you, the sound of his hips slapping against filling the room
he pants into the air, his slitted pupils wide and dilated as he sees how you twitch and tremble because of him, all for him
your pussy clenches around his cock, and Shang Tsung groans, wishing he could devour your mouth, to make you taste yourself on his tongue, to taste your pleasured moans
but Liu Kang has claimed your mouth for now, his lips moving furiously, his eyes closed as his hands pinch and twist and knead at your chest
you feel overwhelmed, every sense of yours attacked and stimulated beyond end, and you can only struggle at your binds as you whine and whimper
itâs too much, Shang Tsung fucking into you, desperate to make you cum, his second cock grinding into your clit with each thrust, his nails digging into your skin, the pain only adding to the pleasure
and then Liu Kang behind you, making sure you were light-headed with his scent, his heat burning your skin, his hands never-stopping, constantly touching and touching and touching
you donât what to do, whether to cry out for Shang Tsung or for Liu Kang, but it didnât matter because all that came out of your mouth was pitiful choked-up sounds
even if you wanted to, your tongue wouldnât be able to form words
Shang Tsung groans, his hips pushing forward deep into you, and you canât think, canât do much more than feel as he cums inside of you, warmth filling you and spurting out onto the softness of your belly
a wordless sob leaves you, tears streaming down you face as you fall over the edge, the room a whirlwind of colors as every muscle tenses up
your pussy holds onto Shang Tsungâs cock tightly, and faintly, you can hear a whimper leave his throat as you cum
it feels as though it lasts forever, and you only open your eyes to watch as Shang Tsung slides out of you
you canât help it as a whimper escapes your lips, sensitive and sore from his cock (cocks?) bullying you, and you blink up blearily at him as he gently lowers your hips back down onto the soft bed
Liu Kang from behind coos at you, his words nothing but a garbled mess that you canât seem to comprehend
he kisses gently at your neck and then turns you around to sit in his lap, and he watches with a scowl at Shang Tsungâs cum dripping down your thighs
slowly, carefully, he kisses away your tears while ripping up the headband that binds your wrists together
your hands fall to your sides, and then you lift them to rest on his shoulders, hips mindlessly grinding into him
Liu Kang canât help but groan, his hands falling to your waist and then squeezing in an effort to control himself
âso perfect, so perfect for me, for us.â he takes a moment to rest his forehead against yours, ignoring the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing, and you hum in response
raising your hips up, you take a moment to line yourself up on one of his cocks, the both of you groaning at the feelings
heâs so much thicker than Shang Tsung, and you feel so full, and you can feel every ridge sliding against you as he stretches you out
his other cock grinds against your clit, and you gasp as the bumps press and grind into the sensitive bud
you donât move for a moment, still sore from Shang Tsung, trying to adjust the size, but Liu Kang takes advantage of the opportunity to kiss you lazily, his lips moving across your neck, your face, your lips
his fangs graze and poke and prod at your skin, but you donât really care
âLiu, pleaseâŚâ you whine quietly, your thighs still trembling, and Liu Kang obliges, using his strength to bounce you on his cock
itâs quiet, the sound of your quiet moans mixing with his, only the sound of soft slaps filling the large room, but itâs perfect
you kiss Liu Kang again, in an effort to hide your whimpers as his second cock grinds against your clit, but this time Liu Kang lets you hide your sounds and your embarrassment
because this time he got to taste them on his lips, to swallow them and have the sound all to himself
was it a little selfish of him? yes, but Liu Kang didnât care
it comes slowly, creeping up on you, filling you up with heat until you felt like you were burning on the inside, but Liu Kang keeps you steady, his hands a heavy weight on your skin as he continues to bounce you on his cock
a cry falls from your lips, swallowed by Liu Kang, as you cum again, stuttering gasps and short choked whimpers coming out of you
he groans as he plants you firmly down on his cock, his seed spilling into you hot and heavy, his other cock sputtering out onto your stomach, smearing your skin with his scent
you slump forward, breathing heavily, tiredness resting on top of your eyelids as you threaten to fall asleep
âcâmon darling, you need to drink something.â Shang Tsungâs voice calls somewhere from behind you, and then thereâs a cool hand on your back
it feels like the world is resting on your back, but you manage to lift yourself up enough to drink some water
the drink cools your throat, soothing the hoarseness, and then Shang Tsung pulls it away with a slight smile, âah, slowly, slowly.â
you manage to open your eyes enough to glare at him, but he simply quirks an eyebrow at you
begrudgingly, you sip the water slowly, Liu Kang squeezing your waist every so often, and when you finish the glass, he wastes no time in picking you up into his arms and sliding out of bed
âletâs go get you cleaned up.â Liu Kang doesnât even let you complain about being too tired as he sends you a look, and you simply sigh, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck and watching as Shang Tsung trails after the two of you
how lucky and unfortunate to have two partners that made sure you stayed healthy, but honestly, you loved it