I was wondering if I could please request Kung Lao x femalehuman!reader who is super shy and sweet and he falls for her instantly. Maybe he's visiting Earthrealm for some reason or another.. I'm sorry its not much to go off, I just need fluffy Lao. 😅🥰
No worries if not, thank you! 💕
BLUEBELLS RINGING!
kung lao x reader | sfw
CW! female reader, shy reader, opposites attract (introvert x extrovert), fluffy, love confession, kung lao is an idiot but he's trying, childhood friends to lovers, female fuji makes an appearance!
SUMMARY! You've always been so very shy and sweet to him as kids; Kung Lao couldn't help but fall so hard. So now that he's a warrior that's saved the world from destruction he's determined to conquer the one things he wants more than ever, to have your hand.
-> Thank you for requesting! This is so sweet! Let it be known I love tropes like this! <3
"Alright, I can do this!" Kung Lao pumped himself up, at least he tried to. His face was already going red at the thought of seeing you once again.
"Yeah, a really good job, Kung Lao." Raiden couldn't help but chuckle to himself. It was really funny to see Kung Lao so shy, but he was always like that when it came to you.
As children, you were always shy and cautious while Kung Lao was loud and rambunctious. Total opposites, but that didn't stop Kung Lao from falling for you.
Under that shy nature was a very smart girl who knew the ways around comfort and healing. Like the time Kung Lao hurt his knee really bad, and you helped nurse him back.
Kung Lao remembered the memory with both fondness and embarrassment. He was crying snot all over the place, but you also comforted him during that time. Soft words to him as you wrapped his wound while Raiden and his sister ran off to find an adult.
Kung Lao couldn't have felt more grateful.
Back then, he couldn't find it in himself to act right. Acting like a fool in his opinion.
Raiden's sister was always teasing him to no end, and Raiden just laughed before egging his sister not to stop. Nonetheless, Kung Lao felt humiliated.
Growing up, Kung Lao spent his time getting to know you despite his fuck ups. He loved you and wanted to be with you. A match made in heaven; two kids who could barely talk to one another. You were just shy, and Kung Lao couldn't get his heart to stop beating so hard against his chest.
Now, he was coming back to his village with flowers in his hands, bluebell flowers in a nice bouquet. He remembered it was one of your favorite flowers.
"Hey, welcome back." Fujin, Raiden's sister greeted you both. Always a little strange but always meant well. Her eyes, light, very light, almost like Liu Kang, went to the flowers.
She smiled, "For her?"
"Yes! I'm gonna...confess today." Kung Lao's face felt so very hot.
Fujin giggled, "Well, good luck."
She turned around and pointed blankly. On the path, there was you carrying a basket of what Kung Lao could see were herbs. You had become a healer, a doctor for the village. A really good one.
Just as beautiful as he remembered.
"Kung Lao, your hands with crush the flower stems." Raiden gently advised, patting Kung Lao's back.
"Oh. Thank you."
Fujin sighed, "Go ahead, lover boy."
Kung Lao nodded and went on his way. His feet seemed to drag, but he pressed on. Kung Lao stopped a little away as you rushed to your little abode, the place where you healed people.
He looked in from the doorway, flowers close to his chest, watching you place the basket of herbs down. Kung Lao felt so very crushed with the love in his heart.
He knocked.
You jumped and looked over with fear in your eyes, then calming when you realized it was him. A soft smile crossed your face with eyes swirling with stars and bubbles.
"Kung Lao, you're back."
That sweet voice. It was one he dreamed of every night, especially when he was away from here. Yes, he wanted to leave and explore the world, but not forever. He couldn't ever leave you.
Words felt stuck in his throat. Kung Lao fumbled on his words and pushed the flowers forward.
"For you..." He cringed at his own voice. It was high due to his nervousness. You blinked, and gingerly took them from his hands.
"Bluebells. My favorite." You smiled at him. Kung Lao felt weak in his knees. He adored the way your eyes sparkled at the flowers. "What's the occasion?"
Kung Lao couldn't help but laugh. Oblivious as always, but he loved that about you, even if it caused him stress at times. It was adorable to see you think about his actions towards you.
"Uh, now that I'm back from...Outworld...even if I may not be the champion..."
You cocked your head to the side, "Oh, yes, you participated in Mortal Kombat with Raiden. Kung Lao, are you fearing I won't happy that your not the champion?"
You had a sad expression.
Kung Lao was about to speak but you beat him to it.
"Silly boy, you know you don't need to get me flowers to be proud of you. The fact that Lord Liu Kang chose you as one of the contestants means a lot to me. Your hat is proof of it."
"It fits you."
Kung Lao felt his face grow very hot.
"No! That's not what the flowers are for!"
"They're not?" You tilted your head again at him.
You gasped when Kung Lao took hold of your hands, settling the flowers on your work table.
Your voice trembled, "Kung Lao? What are you doing?"
He swooned, brining your hands to his chest. "I'm coming to you with these flowers because now that I'm a warrior, a fit one that has defeated Titan Shang Tsung, the man who threaten to destroy this timeline, I can confess to you my feelings."
"I feel now that I'm worthy of you now."
Your heart was beating fast in your chest. Mind going miles a minuet at what Kung Lao was confessing.
"Confessing your feelings? That you're worthy of me? Kung Lao, I don't understand-"
Kung Lao shook his head, "You don't need to understand. You just need to listen to me, and how I feel about you."
You shut your lips with excitement in your chest, butterflies in your stomach.
"Since we were kids, since the time you helped me when I got injured, you've helped me. Since then, I've felt feelings for you, attraction to you. I wanted some excitement, to become a warrior to be worthy of protecting you, because any time I around you I felt my heart going to hard, and too sweaty."
"You've made me lose focus. Just seeing you, even when you were being shy, you made my knees weak just upon seeing you."
"I come to you now as someone who's helped Lord Liu Kang save the world, this timeline, a true warrior with honor. I come to you with these flowers to ask you for your heart."
You were speechless. Eyes wide in shock over Kung Lao's very heartfelt words. His feelings? To ask for your heart.
"I guess what I'm trying to say is...." Kung Lao breathed in and out heavily, "I love you."
There were a few moments of silence, Kung Lao with his eyes closed, he heard you crying. His head perked up fast to see you crying.
"Did I upset you?!" So unlike him, but Kung Lao wouldn't dare to upset you. He couldn't. It would utterly break him.
"No! You're silly! I just didn't think you would like someone like me." You sobbed, head leaning down to look at the floor. Tears falling from your eyes and onto the floor.
Kung Lao scoffed, bringing you closer to him.
You gasped in surprise.
"You wouldn't love you?! You're the best thing to happen to me! I love you, and always will."
Kung Lao took off his hat, his endearing eyes glittering with so much adoration. You felt just as weak in the knees as him.
"Do you accept me?" Kung Lao asked shakily, his hand holding both yours in such a meaningful way.
You laughed through a soft sob, "Hm, yes, Kung Lao."
Kung Lao gasped as you embraced him, and he did so as well. He rubbed your back as you sobbed with happiness.
Kung Lao felt his heart so full and happy. You felt full in your heart. Like two halves of a heart finally sewn together to make a beating heart once again.
The bluebells were blooming in happiness in the sun from the open window.
Hiii!! This is my first time every requesting anything so I hope this is an alr idea cuz I've been thinking abt this lately
Kung Lao who likes being called a good boy, calling reader mommy and being submissive, especially in the bedroom, like he's into being told that he's been a bad boy and that bad boys don't get rewarded only good boys do, so he does everything to prove that he's a good boy
Thia idea has been in my head for a few days now lol
Earn Your Reward
anonnieeeee im sorry i took so loooong 😭😭😭this is an absolutely BEAUTIFUL ask, i am a bit weak for sub kung lao ngl 😔✊🏼
Pairing(s): Kung Lao x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, explicit smut, dry humping, mommy kink, degradation (eh), praise kink, kung lao himself
A/N: fruit salad, yumi yumi
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Kung Lao groaned, the breath leaving his lungs for a moment as he was slammed to the ground.
You had been training with him for most of the day, correcting his forms, teaching him small modifications to certain moves, and working to improve his defense overall.
And you were kicking his ass while doing it.
A small amused smile curled on your lips as frustration slowly took over his features.
He grumbled under his breath as he accepted your hand and let you pull him back to his feet, pouting slightly while dusting himself off.
“You good there?” you giggled softly, watching as he straightened himself up once again.
“I don’t get it,” he whined. “You’re so tiny and I’m so big. How can you even pick me up? I weigh like five of you.”
You laughed at that and shrugged. “Dunno. I guess I just have super strength.”
Kung Lao eyed you for a moment. “Honestly, I wouldn’t put it past you.”
You grinned and slipped back into your starting stance.
“I must say… you are improving. Good job.”
Kung Lao stumbled slightly at your words but quickly composed himself, straightening up and readying his stance again.
You began circling him again, your eyes glancing over his form.
“Better stance,” you hummed approvingly. “Seems you can listen after all,” you teased.
Kung Lao tensed slightly before scoffing. “Of course I can listen. I’m a great listener. The best.”
“Mmm,” you tilted your head. “Debatable.”
He pouted at you, rolling his shoulders as he prepared to spar again.
“That last move? That was good,” you said, giving him a quick smile, which made him straighten up.
“Yeah?”
You nodded, tapping his shoulder lightly. “Yes, really. Good job, Lao.”
He shivered at that and cleared his throat, trying to look mildly unaffected. “Well… duh.”
You lifted a brow at him. “Careful. That confidence might get you in trouble.”
“Oh yeah? What kind?” he smirked.
You hummed, returning the smirk before slipping behind him and placing him in a quick, effortless hold.
Kung Lao gasped and sputtered, quickly trying to break free, but failing miserably.
“My, my,” you mused. “Seems you haven’t learned yet. What a bad student I have.”
Kung Lao’s cheeks flushed pink as he felt a stirring in his pants.
He quickly tapped out, turning his back to you as he collected himself before facing you again, pouting once more.
“I’m not a bad student,” he huffed.
You looked at him, amused, and crossed your arms. “Is that so? Prove it to me then,” you teased.
He stepped forward eagerly, readying himself again. “And if I do?”
You smiled, sliding back into your stance as well. “Well, I suppose I can give you a reward if you beat me. That’s what good boys deserve, after all.”
A jolt of want ran up his spine. He suddenly felt desperate to prove himself—to show you that he could be good, that he was a good boy.
Just for you.
The two of you sparred a few more rounds, though you still held the upper hand. Between each round you corrected him and offered advice, slipping in the occasional praise that only made him strive harder to hear more.
“Nice recovery. I’m impressed.”
“Focus. You almost had me that time.”
“There you go, Lao. That’s better.”
“Look at you… finally keeping up with me.”
Each comment made him shiver, his body reacting more and more as the training went on.
After gods knew how long, he finally managed to pin you beneath him. You looked up at him with a knowing smile as he panted above you, a smug grin spreading across his face.
“Well done,” you teased, slightly out of breath.
“Mhmm,” he hummed, still catching his breath. “Now what’s my prize?” he asked eagerly.
“What prize?” you asked innocently.
He furrowed his brows at you, a frown taking over his features. “You said if I beat you, I’d get a reward,” he whined.
“I did,” you smiled, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. “But you have yet to beat me.”
He stared down at you. “What do you mean?”
“I never tapped out, Lao,” you smirked before flipping the two of you over and pinning him beneath you, straddling his waist.
He let out a stunned gasp, his hands flying to grip your waist as you hovered above him.
“Wh—w-wait…!” he stuttered.
You chuckled, peering down at him as you placed a hand on his chest, lightly pinning him in place.
“Didn’t we go over the basics, Lao? What happened to making sure the enemy was thoroughly taken care of?” you chided, raising a brow at him.
He let out a small whimper at your tone—one that made you pause, peering down at him curiously.
Interesting.
You hadn’t exactly expected this reaction, but you also weren’t entirely surprised things had gone this way.
Thinking back on it, it actually made a lot of sense—the way he had been trying so hard to win, the way he reacted whenever you praised him.
“I—Listen… I thought… I was distracted, okay?” he huffed, refusing to meet your eyes.
You hummed lowly, still studying him as you considered the situation in front of you. You lowered your hips slightly against his, feeling him jolt beneath you as he tried to keep himself still.
Kung Lao let out a strangled noise and forced his body rigid beneath you.
You let out another low chuckle.
“Distracted? How disobedient of you,” you murmured, feigning disappointment. “And here I thought you were my good boy.”
Kung Lao gasped at that, his fingers tightening around your waist. “I… I am…”
“Hmm?”
“…I am a good boy,” he murmured shyly.
You tsked at him, fully settling down on his now straining bulge, which pulled a small whine from his lips.
“I don’t know, Lao… you haven’t been behaving these last few minutes.”
“I-I have! I will! I’ll be a good boy!” he whimpered out, jolting when you slowly dragged your hips against his, sending sparks racing up his spine. “P-please…”
“Show me,” you said softly, getting off him and taking a few steps back.
Kung Lao took a few deep breaths before slowly standing up again. His eyes were slightly glazed over, but focused and determined.
You both began sparring again, Kung Lao going harder this time.
It wasn’t long before he once again had you pinned beneath him.
You smiled sweetly up at him. “Good job, Lao.”
He shook his head. “Nuh uh… Not again…”
You chuckled and tapped his arm, surrendering completely.
When he let go, you quickly wrapped your legs around him and pulled him down on top of you. He gasped and caught himself on his forearms, hovering above you.
“Wh—”
“Go on,” you cooed, rolling your hips against him. “Take your reward.”
Kung Lao whined and immediately began rutting his hips against yours desperately.
“Y-Y/n…” he whimpered.
You hushed him gently, whispering sweet praises into his ear that made him whine louder and bury his face in the crook of your neck.
He was leaking messily into his pants, his cock harder than he had ever felt it in his life. He hadn’t expected to become such a mess beneath you from something as simple as being called a good boy.
Your good boy.
The thought made something twist warmly inside his chest, leaving him desperate to keep being good for you—to prove he had truly earned this.
A high-pitched whimper escaped his lips at a particular drag of his cock against your heat, and he nipped at your neck to muffle the sound.
“Now, now,” you tutted softly, burying your fingers into his hair and loosening his ponytail. “Let me hear you, baby. Wanna hear your pretty noises.”
Kung Lao couldn’t help it—it simply slipped out.
“M-Mommy… ngh…”
You stilled for a moment at the sound of the name, making him freeze on top of you. Before he could move or apologize, you hummed and tugged gently at his locks.
“Yeah?” you teased softly. “Wanna be good for Mommy?”
He melted right back into you, nodding as he rutted even harder against you.
“Go on, baby. Doing so good for Mommy. Make yourself feel good against me,” you cooed.
His cock twitched violently, his leaking worsening as the reddened tip rubbed roughly against the damp fabric.
“I-I… please…” he whispered, his arms wrapping around you to hold you tighter as his thrusts devolved into pathetic little humps.
“Gonna cum?” you smiled.
He nodded weakly, mumbling a string of broken words and needy noises.
“Be my good baby boy and cum all over Mommy,” you ordered softly.
He gasped and shivered against you before spilling in his pants, his hips stuttering against yours as the pleasure finally peaked.
“S-so good… Mommy feels…” he mumbled through his high.
You let him work through his orgasm, rubbing his shoulders and back as he slowly settled down.
He stayed nuzzled against you, breathing heavily, his body coated in a light sheen of sweat.
“You good, baby?” you hummed.
He nodded lazily, his arms tightening around you.
“Good…” you murmured before tightening your legs around him. “Want to keep being my good baby boy?”
Kung Lao shivered at that.
It seemed training would be taking a bit longer than usual today.
I just thought of an idea! I want some Kung Lao angst lol 😂. This can be based around Mk1 or Mk11. So, the world is in danger and the revenants are taking over earthrealm and all the realms. Everyone went into hiding, so they can survive. Kung Lao’s job as a revenant is being an executioner. So, he is in reader’s hometown finding people to execute (he kills them with his hat or they are being killed by netherrealm demons). However, he ends up finding the reader and discovered that while he was dead that they had children together. Basically, he can’t kill the reader or their kids (look exactly like him) because he still loves her. Reader tells him that she loves him and that he can still do the right thing. He ends up agreeing with her and wants to be a family. It ends with them agreeing to find a way to restore him and trying to take down the other revenants to save the realms. Sorry, this might sound little dark, but there isn’t enough work about his revenant. His revenant needs some loving too! 😅🥰
A Father Before a Revenant
very very true, i rarely read or see any works regarding his revenant self, and idk WHY since i personally love his mk11 revenant 🤧 i actually like to believe his mk11 (both good and bad) character is the best character design of his to have been made
Pairing(s): Revenant!Kung Lao x Reader
Warnings: Angst, heavy emotions, lao lowkey insults u, is ok tho he had his reasons, can this even be classified as hurt/comfort fic?, meh emotional hurt/comfort
A/N: i lowkey wanted to add more but this felt just right
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The door burst open with a violent crack, splinters scattering across the floor.
A bored sigh left his lips as his red glowing eyes scanned the room.
Empty.
Or at least pretending to be.
He stepped inside lazily, boots heavy against the wooden floorboards. The house groaned under his weight, dust drifting in the air where light filtered through broken shutters.
“They’re always hiding,” he complained, voice low and cold. “As if that changes anything.”
His hat spun once in his hand before settling back against his palm.
“How about you come out,” he called evenly, almost amused, “and we make this easier for both of us?”
Silence answered him.
He sighed again and rolled his eyes.
With a sharp motion, he overturned a table. Wood cracked against the wall. He kicked aside a chair, eyes scanning for movement, for breath, for fear.
He continued tearing through the house, frustration building with every empty corner he found. He finally stopped in front of a closed door, testing the handle. It didn’t budge.
A slow smirk tugged at his lips.
“Locked?” he mused. “One more chance,” he called mockingly. “You should really make this easier on us.”
He tried the handle again, tongue clicking in disappointment when it remained unmoved.
“Oh well.”
With a sharp kick, the door splintered inward.
He stepped through, immediately twisting to the side as a knife flew past him, embedding itself deep into the doorframe.
His head snapped toward the corner.
A figure stood there, another blade raised and ready, eyes blazing with defiance.
He narrowed his gaze, and then his expression faltered—eyes widened as his mouth parted slightly.
“Oh…”
You stood there, weapon clenched tightly in your hand, equally frozen as you took in his revenant form—ashen skin, glowing eyes, darkness curling around him like a second shadow.
“Y/n…”
Your breath hitched at the sound of your name. It wasn’t the same voice you remembered from when he was alive—rougher, colder—but it was still him.
Still Kung Lao.
A faint whimper behind you snapped you out of your trance.
You straightened immediately.
“Don’t,” you warned evenly as he took a step forward, raising your blade again. “I will not hesitate to kill you.”
Kung Lao frowned at that.
His head tilted slightly as he appraised you. You were shielding something—or rather someone.
“You’ll have to try harder than that,” he murmured, trying to peer around you.
You didn’t move. Not even an inch. Not even when you felt a small tug at the back of your shirt.
“Mama…” came a quiet, frightened whisper. “I’m scared…”
Your expression softened instantly. You lowered your voice, gentle despite the blade still raised. “I know, baby. Mama isn’t going to let anything happen to you. I promise.”
Kung Lao went completely still.
His face gave nothing away, but something shifted behind his eyes.
“Mama, huh?” he said slowly, a faint, almost cold smile tugging at his lips. “Didn’t think you’d move on from me that fast.”
A hollow chuckle followed.
“I didn’t,” you replied quietly.
His brow arched, eyes narrowing as if he expected you to fold under the weight of that statement.
He scoffed, folding his arms across his chest.
“Really?” he snickered, gaze drifting to the small face peeking around your side. “You know, you don’t have to lie to spare my feelings.”
“I’m not lying,” you said firmly, a frown pulling at your features.
Now he studied you closely, as if considering the words coming from your mouth.
“Mmm,” he continued lazily, though there was something sharper beneath it. “So what? You were so heartbroken over me that you whored around and ended up a single mother? Damn. Didn’t expect that from you.”
Your face hardened instantly. Hurt flickered across your eyes before you forced it down, replacing it with steel.
“Yeah,” you replied coldly. “I whored around with you and ended up a single mother. Funny how that works.”
His mocking smirk faltered.
Just slightly.
His gaze flicked between you and the child clutching at your side.
“Careful,” he muttered, the humor draining from his tone. “You’ll make me think I actually fathered that kid.” His jaw tightened. “It’s cruel to give a man hope like that.”
“Trust me,” you replied just as quietly, “I would have rather given that hope to someone else.”
You stood there facing one another, both unreadable, neither willing to yield first.
“Impossible,” he grunted.
“Don’t tell me you forgot how reproduction works,” you seethed.
“I died,” he snarled, eyes flaring brighter at the reminder. “I couldn’t have knocked you up for shit.”
“Joke’s on you,” you shot back. “I was already pregnant by then.”
Silence.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded.
“I was going to,” you said, your voice lowering. “I had everything planned out. I was going to tell you after the tournament. You were supposed to win and come home… come back to me.” Your throat tightened. “But you didn’t. You died.”
Your eyes shimmered, the memory still raw even after all those years.
Kung Lao’s racing thoughts stuttered to a halt.
Already pregnant.
You were going to tell him.
The day of the tournament.
The day he died.
“…What?” he breathed.
You let out a weary sigh, lowering your blade. Gently, you brought your child from behind you, kneeling down to hold them as they clung to you, fear still shining in their eyes.
“I was already two months pregnant by then,” you whispered. “But you were so focused on the tournament. I didn’t… want to distract you. I didn’t want to break your concentration.”
You looked up at him sadly, your heart twisting at the lost expression settling across his face as he processed your words.
“I thought it would be easier to tell you when you came back,” you continued softly. “Surprise you with a box of baby things…”
Your eyes drifted to a box tucked away in the closet—one you hadn’t been able to touch since that day.
Kung Lao followed your gaze.
His steps carried him toward it before he even seemed aware he was moving. He knelt and picked up the box, opening it slowly.
Inside lay a tiny pair of baby shoes. A pacifier. A folded onesie.
He reached for the card.
‘Congrats on becoming a Papa!’
His breath caught as he flipped it over, reading your handwriting.
‘Two months pregnant! Congrats baby, I can’t wait to raise our little one with you by my side. I love you so much, my legendary champion <3
Love, your favorite girl
P.S. — Congrats on the tournament too! I knew you’d kick everyone’s ass :D’
A droplet of water landed on the card.
He blinked in confusion.
Another drop followed.
Slowly, he lifted a hand to his face.
Wet.
He was crying.
He sucked in a shaky breath and closed his eyes.
His mind flooded with memories from when he was still alive—the way he used to hold you in his arms, the laughter you shared, the stupid jokes, the playful arguments that always ended with one of you apologizing first just to pull the other back in.
He imagined it.
Coming home victorious that day. Smile wide, chest puffed with pride. You running into his arms. Breaking the news to him.
He imagined the way his grin would have grown impossibly brighter. The way he would have spun you around. The way he would have dropped to his knees in disbelief.
A broken breath left him.
He slowly turned back to you.
To the sight of you clutching your child protectively in your arms.
His gaze flickered down to the hat in his hand.
Executioner.
Father.
Soldier.
Partner.
His heart and mind tore at each other, struggling between what he was meant to do and what he wanted to do.
“Don’t,” you said softly, recognizing the war written across his face. “It doesn’t have to end like this. Please.” Your voice trembled, but your eyes stayed steady. “We can still be a family.”
“I… can’t,” he said quietly, jaw tightening. “I’m not the same anymore. I’m a revenant now. An executioner. I have duties I must follow.”
You shook your head gently. “No, you don’t. You’re Kung Lao. The descendant of the Great Kung Lao. An incredible man who followed in the footsteps of his ancestors and made them proud. A man who gave everything he had and will be remembered for it. A man who loved me so much he gave me a child…” Your voice softened. “A man I’m still very much in love with.”
His head dipped lower, refusing to meet your eyes, his body trembling faintly beneath the weight of your words.
“You can still do the right thing,” you whispered. “I know you still love me. I can see it.” Your voice wavered just slightly. “Please, my love.”
You stepped closer, slowly lifting your hands to rest on his shoulders. You felt them tense beneath your touch.
His hands moved to your waist instinctively, as if muscle memory had taken over before his mind could stop it.
“I love you so much, Lao…” you breathed. “Let’s choose the right thing.”
A small shuffle pulled your attention away. You turned your head to see your child slowly stepping toward you.
You beckoned them forward, bending down to lift them into your arms.
“Baby… this is your papa,” you murmured softly, brushing your fingers through their hair.
They hesitated at first, still clinging tightly to you, unsure as their eyes traced over Kung Lao’s darkened features.
His chest tightened painfully.
Slowly, almost afraid, he lifted a hand and gently brushed his fingers along their cheek.
His breath caught when they didn’t pull away.
A soft, fragile smile touched his lips.
“…Okay,” he whispered.
His arm came fully around your waist, pulling you and your child against his chest.
“Okay… we’ll do the right thing,” he breathed.
Relief flooded through you.
“We’ll find a way to restore you,” you promised quietly, melting into his hold. “We’re finally going to be a family. The way we were meant to be.”
He held you both tightly, his chest feeling lighter now that he had chosen.
“We’ll figure it out,” he murmured. “One step at a time. We’ve got this.”
idk chat i’ve been thinking a lot about dad lao lately…
Dad Lao that wants to keep his bloodline going; Earthrealm is gonna need another great champion to save its hide someday.
Soon-to-be-Dad Lao that practices with some of the younger kids, training them, fixing them snacks, and just generally being a little more tender with them than maybe should be allowed.
Dad Lao that quietly hopes for boys but somehow only ends up with girls. Lots and lots of girls.
(The more he tries, the more the universe holds it just out of his reach.)
mk2021 dad lao
Dad Lao that’s still pretty quiet and reserved with his kids, but they love it. They know Dad’s just tired from missions and training. He’s trying his best.
The littles’ only complaint is that his hair is a bit on the short side—that odd length that isn’t super flattering up or down. It’s not enough to put more than two rubber bands in, but they’re sure as shit gonna try.
“Baba, you weren’t supposed to cut your hair! It’s too short now!”
“You’re right. Baba’s sorry.”
His voice doesn’t even shift in tone; literally no other child would believe him.
But his do. And that’s all that matters :)
Probably made a face when the first boy came along. He wasn’t upset or anything, just kinda wasn’t expecting it.
“Look, dear, aren’t you excited?”
“…I didn’t know you made these.”
mk11 dad lao
Dad Lao that’s super boastful of his little posse. They’ve all received the finest education from yours truly, and they’re ready to kick some butt.
Those girls know nothing except self-confidence and it’s genuinely a little scary. But they’re all very kind and uplifting especially towards one another. They all came from the greatest Shaolin so they must also be the greatest too!
Doesn’t mind the “sinful monk” comment from Noob anymore; he’s kinda got a small army to prove it so…
“Hey! Where’s your sister? You all want to learn, don’t you?”
“She’s right there!”
“ Your other sister!”
Not totally capable of keeping track of all of them. It’s fine, she’ll turn up eventually, maybe, hopefully.
Over the moon when a boy is born. The girls don’t really get the hype, they kinda just see him as another sister. Definitely brings Lao back to earth.
“Baba, I thought a brother would be way cooler…”
“He will be cool when he’s big. Just like dear ol’ Dad.”
“We’re already cooler than you, Baba. Maybe he should be more like us.”
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You were watching Kung Lao and Liu Kang training together. You were sitting on a nearby bench in your phone while watching them. You adored them both.
Sure, they may act stupid most of the time, but that's what you like about them. You mostly had an interest in Kung Lao than Liu Kang. Not because he's with Kitana, but every time Kung seems to "flirt" with you, it may come out as a cringe, or a sad fail. You'd want to flirt back, but you're scared of messing it up.
You were watching as Liu was stomping Kung on the ground. You just awkwardly stared. No interruptions or laughter, you were just waiting until Raiden got back from the temple. Soon enough, they both called it a fight- or Liu was just tired of beating his friend up. You saw as they both started heading towards you, you shyly pretended you were scrolling through your phone, not wanting to make eye contact with them.
"Y/n, can we get a drink from your water bottle?" Kung asked, still panting from his ass whooping. "Sure." You quietly mumbled, and handed to him. Kung took a few sips, eventually handing Liu the bottle. After they were quenched enough, each male took a seat by your side, leaving you squashed, since you were short. It was a nice evening, you three spent time talking, of course some sexual jokes were slipped in between you three, mostly from Liu, since he shipped you two. I'm yours and Kung's heart, you both probably knew you had something for each other.
Later on, it was dark. Raiden came by and took Liu somewhere, Kung and you went to your place because, well, you both were having a great conversation, even after Liu left. "Kung, do you want anything to eat? I have ramen that I made yesterday." You asked from the kitchen.
"I'm good Y/n." Kung shouted a reply, from the living room. You shrugged it off, and then took a box of Pocky's, and went to the living room. We all know where this is going.
You sat next to him on the sofa, looking at the tv to see what he was watching. He was just watching some random anime, but by his expression, he seemed bored.
You didn't know how to start a conversation yourself, now that Liu wasn't here, but you watched tv, eating a few pocky's. Eventually, well it's an anime so why wouldn't there be, there was a fight scene. But at least you were interested in seeing it. You stick half a pocky in your mouth as someone made the first move. You didn't chew on the picky or anything, it was just there in your mouth.
Somehow, it felt lighter as a loud *crunch* noise was heard. You looked to your side to see Kung's face an inch away from yours. He gave you a seductive smile before chewing up the delicious chocolate covered stick. You didn't say anything, yet you wouldn't know what to say, but you were blushing into a million. "How come you're so shy?" Finally something was said. "I don't know." You muttered. A hand reached for your chin and lifted it. You saw his half lid eyes and a smirk no one ever made to you before. You didn't know what to do. With his other hand, he put his hat somewhere else for safety purposes.
"Y/n, have you ever considered being with Liu Kang?" Kung questioned. "Isn't he with Kitana?" "Exactly. Now have you ever considered to be with me?" You blushed with a smirk on your face. That was a yes. Kung climbed on top of you, pressing his lips towards your soft ones. Of course, you kissed back. You felt a little tickle on your bottom lip, indicating that he's asking for permission, and you allowed him. Even if you didn't want to, you would've. You couldn't say no to him.
"Are you okay with this? I don't want you to feel rushed." He instantly broke up the kiss to ask this question. "I'm okay with it." You responded. He went back to kissing you, tugging at your shirt. You helped him take it off, leaving you in your f/c bra. You already felt nervous. Kung took off his shirt, revealing his hard tone abs. It was sexy.
"Second question, Y/n. Is this your first time?" You nodded shyly. "It's okay, I'll be gentle. Just let me know when to slow down. Please." You nodded, signaling him you understand.
*Me getting back to work on this a month and a half later*
He slowly reached for your bra, tugging it for permission to take it off. You reached behind your back and unclipped it for him. The bra slowly slid off, revealing your sexy boobs ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).
Kung didn't waste any time to start groping them, which you blushed and softly squealed at the sudden action. "You're so cute." Kung chuckled. After a tender moment of touching your chest, he kissed his way down to your f/c panties. Being a virgin, you were a little bit wet. But that'll change...
Kung licked the wetness through the soak fabric, and with his teeth, he pulled it down. You laid back, slightly shaking in discomfort since you were naked in front of your crush.
He placed each of his hands on your inner thighs, arousing you even more. You can tell he was drawing near your core from the distance of his breathing. You got ready for the next glorious sensation. Kung's tongue pressed against your core, you jumped on how warm it actually was.
He was slowly licking around while continuously rubbing your thighs. You were letting out soft, quiet moans to the feeling. Those moans turned into loud moans when he inserted his tongue into you. The shocking feeling was weird, but it felt way comfortable. He was getting to work straight away, as you were moaning your ass off. You felt every movement, how he pull and push his tongue, and how he lick around your tight walls.
2 minutes of being eaten out, you felt something in your lower portion of your stomach, the more huge it got, the louder you were, but Kung continued his work to get his payment, which was a sweet taste of juice literally made by you.
You were panting in exhaustion. "Don't get tired yet." Kung murmured, getting up to take off his boxers. You shyly looked away and shut your eyes. Fact is you were still too innocent even if you're grown enough. "Y/n, you sure you want to do this?" Kung sounded nervous. Maybe he thought about it too. Scared to reject him you turned to look at him in his eyes. "No, go ahead I'm ready!" He stared at you in hesitation but then climbed back on top of you.
You manage to catch a small look at his member. He was pretty average, but you were small so you were of course scared. "Last chance, you sure you want to do this? I don't mean to hurt you on pur-"
"Yes, I give you my consent." You smiled at him, hiding your fright. You felt him line himself up along your entrance. You felt him slowly entering but stop as soon as you were in pain. You dig your nails in his shoulders as you felt your hymen getting demolished.
Inch by inch, he slowly kept going in to make it easier for both of you. You both were ignoring the blood that was staining the furniture, but it oddly helped his member slide in easier. He pulled back and entered again, making the pain feel worse than it did.
Kung just kept slowly thrusting until you felt comfortable of him being inside you. "You can go fast now." You signaled him. He nodded then repositioned himself so he could go deeper and faster.
Now that is where you felt every pleasure.
The feeling of your womb being touched was a great shocking feeling for you, especially when he was going hard. You were louder than ever. He placed his hands on your breasts and began groping them again.
This at least continued for over 10 minutes. Before the familiar knot came back to your stomach, this time more intense than last. "Kung, I-I'm g-g-going to-" "Go ahead." He interrupted.
As he pulled out, you came. You both were pretty tired, but it was worth it. There was a huge silence after both of you took a breathe.
You thought he was asleep, but it didn't stop you from whispering a quick "I love you."
Kung Lao x GN chubby reader who’s had a bad day/feels insecure (maybe someone made a bad joke or made fun fun of them)?? Idk I just feel like he’d super protective and affectionate with his s/o, just so loving and gentle with them:( like just tooth rotting fluff and love:(((
Tiger Stripes
👽: Ik for a fact this man would be SOOO protective. He don’t play bout his baby.
🖇️: Kung Lao x gn!reader
☑️: Proof Read
⚠️: Tooth rotting fluff/softness overload/hurt/comfort/he reminds you of how fucking perfect you are. How he sees you and how you should see yourself💕💕💕
★ The door closes behind you with a sound that feels too loud—or maybe that’s just your heartbeat, still racing from the walk home. From the words that followed you like gnats.
★ You drop your bag. Don’t look at the mirror in the hallway. You already know what you’ll see, and today—today you can’t.
★ “Hey.” Kung Lao’s voice drifts from the kitchen, warm and easy. “You’re back. I made tea, but fair warning, I got distracted and it might be closer to soup at this point—”
★ He appears in the doorway, smile ready, but it falters the second he sees your face. And gods, you wish he wasn’t so good at reading you.
★ “What happened.”
★ It’s not a question. His eyes sharpen, the playfulness draining out of him like water through a sieve. He crosses the space between you in three strides, hands hovering near your arms, your face—like he’s not sure where to touch first.
★ “Nothing,” you say. Try to say. It comes out wrong, too tight. “Just—long day.”
★ “Liar.”
★ The word is soft. Devastatingly so. His thumb brushes your cheek, and you didn’t realize you were crying until you feel the wetness there.
★ “Someone said something.” His jaw sets. “Who.”
★ “It doesn’t matter—”
★ “It matters to me.”
★ You close your eyes. Try to find the words that won’t sound as pathetic out loud as they do in your head. “Just… someone at the market. Made a joke. About—” Your hand waves vaguely at yourself, and you hate how small your voice sounds. “Doesn’t matter. They’re right anyway.”
★ Silence. The dangerous kind. When you open your eyes, Kung Lao is staring at you like you just spoke a language he doesn’t understand. Like you said the sky is green or water isn’t wet.
★ “Right about what,” he says slowly, “exactly?”
★ “please—”
★ “No.” He steps closer, and there’s something fierce in his expression now. Something that makes your breath catch. “Say it. Whatever poison they put in your head—say it so I can kill it.”
★ You swallow. Look away. “That I’m… that I don’t look like—like I should. That I’m not—”
★ “Not what.”
★ “Attractive,” you spit out, and gods it burned. “There. Happy? That I’m not—I’m not lean or toned or—or hard, I’m just—”
★ “Soft.” The word stops you cold. Kung Lao says it like a prayer. Like a revelation. His hands slide down your arms, slow and deliberate, until his fingers lace with yours. He brings your hands up between you, studies them like they hold secrets.
★ “You’re soft,” he repeats, and his voice has gone low. Rough. “And you think that’s a flaw…”It’s not a question, but you nod anyway. He laughs. It’s not cruel—it’s disbelieving. Like you just told him the sun is cold.
★ “Come here.”
★ He tugs you toward the bedroom, and you’re too startled to resist. He positions you in front of the full length mirror, stands behind you, chin hooked over your shoulder.
★ “Look,” he says.
★ You can’t. You try, but your eyes slide away, focusing on him instead—safer, easier.
★ “Look,” he insists, firmer now. His hands settle on your waist, span the width of it. “I need you to see what I see. Because I think—no, I know—you’re missing something important.”
★ “Lao—”
★ “Humor me.”
★ You force your gaze to the mirror. To yourself. And immediately, the thoughts start—the comparisons, the criticisms, the endless list of not enough.
★ But then Kung Lao’s hands move. Slowly. Deliberately. They trace the curve of your waist, your hips. His palms smooth over your stomach with a reverence that makes your throat tight.
★ “This,” he murmurs against your ear, “drives me insane. Do you know that? Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
★ Your breath hitches.
★ His hands slide lower, grip your thighs. “These. Gods. I could write poetry about these thighs. Have you felt them? They’re—” He makes a frustrated sound, almost a growl. “You’re not rock solid muscle, no. You’re better. You’re soft and warm and when I touch you, you give. Like you were made to be held. To be worshipped.”
★ “You’re just saying—”
★ “I’m not.” His arms wrap around you fully now, pull you back against his chest. “Look at these.” His fingers trace the stretch marks on your hips, your thighs, wherever he can reach. “You know what these remind me of?”
★ You shake your head, don’t trust your voice.
★ “Tiger stripes,” he breathes. “And tigers are my favorite. Did you forget? You’re marked like a warrior. Like something wild and beautiful and mine.”
★ A sob breaks free before you can stop it.
★ Kung Lao turns you around, frames your face with his hands. His eyes are blazing.
★ “Listen to me. Listen. I don’t know who said what to you today, but they’re wrong. They’re so catastrophically wrong that I’m honestly concerned for their vision. Have they seen you? Actually looked?”
★ “Lao—”
★ “You have curves that make me forget my own name. And this—” His hand splays over your stomach, protective and possessive at once. “This is beautiful. This is you. And I love every inch of it. Every. Single. Inch.”
★ You’re crying openly now, and he kisses the tears away with a gentleness that contradicts the ferocity in his words.
★ “I should find whoever said that to you. Have a little conversation.”
★ “You can’t fight everyone who’s mean to me.”
★ “Watch me.”
★ Despite everything, you laugh. It’s watery and broken, but it’s real.
★ He softens immediately, thumbs stroking your cheeks. “There. That’s better. I like it when you laugh. Makes your eyes do that thing.”
★ “What thing?”
★ “That thing where they make me want to kiss you until we both forget how to breathe.” And he does.
★ Slow and sweet and thorough, like he has all the time in the world and he’s choosing to spend it proving a point.
★ When he finally pulls back, you’re dizzy.
★ “You’re perfect,” he says simply. “Soft, curvy, beautiful, perfect. And if you don’t believe me, I’ll just have to keep reminding you until it sticks.”
★ “That could take a while.”
★ His smile is pure mischief. “Good thing I’m patient.” (He’s not. He’s the least patient person you know. But for this, for you, he’d gush forever.)
★ He tugs you toward the bed, pulls you down into a tangle of limbs and warmth. His hand resumes its exploration, mapping your body like he’s memorizing territory.
★ “Soft,” he murmurs into your neck again. “Sexy. Mine.”
★ You sink into him, into the safety of his arms, and for the first time all day, you believe him. Genuinely.
★ He also ended up finding that prick a day later and punted them.
Could u do a Kung Lao x Immortal fem s/o where in every universe s/o will wait for Kung Lao to get reincarnated or get back to life
Well here it is !
You had lost count of how many revivals your original love had gone through .
Tian Lao .
Xiaodan Lao .
Kung Lao The First .
Yanlin Lao .
The Great Kung Lao . . .
You couldn’t remember the number anymore . What you did remember , however , is his ego . That damned , huge ego of his . The only thing that never changed throughout his reincarnations , besides that smile . . .
Every few decades or even a few hundred years , you had to watch him die all over again . Murder , old age , poisoning , execution , accident , sickness , the list went on . And you had to wait for him again . Liu Kang always asked why you continued to wait for him , continued to love him , despite all the harm his ends cause you .
“ Because , my arms will always be open for my love . I promised him that , the very first time . ”
The time you swept blood and rain damp strands from his hair , asking him to stay with you , crying , promising those words .
