there's just something about a fictional man that's evil, depraved, and a bit too insane, with his weakness being really, really submissive to one person and one person only.
as someone who's been an active fanfic reader for this long, it blows my mind that formatting is still a work in progress for some. and no, this is no insult to anyone whose first language is not english, that's not what i'm saying whatsoever.
1) when dialogue is color coded.
"i can read," partycatty said. "i know how to use context clues for who's speaking."
"it adds definition to the character," you defend.
"no, it doesn't," partycatty frowns. "it makes me feel like i'm reading a children's book."
2) when dialogue doesn't have a paragraph break.
"it's not like it ruins the quality of the conversation, necessarily," partycatty said. "it just... ruins the flow of the reader's inner voice?" you replied, finishing my sentence.
3) use of (Y/N), (F/C), or (H/C).
i saw this a lot in my middle school wattpad days, 2013 is calling and wants your formatting back. just say "this dress is in your favorite color," instead of having me play madlibs!
4) assigning the reader's appearance.
no, i did not put my long blonde hair into a messy bun before jumping into my size medium sweatpants. i have a butchered mullet and i am fat as fuck.
5) disguising your oc x canon as an x reader.
im sure your oc is lovely, but i didnt make an entire character to insert into this media just to read about yours.
6) MISCHARACTERIZATION.
he would not fucking say that 😭 girl i'm bored, let's study the source material!
7) "listen to this song while you read."
i'm guilty of using songs and lyrics as inspiration, but i don't want to give you the aux while i'm trying to read,,, i don't need a soundtrack, but thank you.
8) emoji use & author interjections
i don't need sparkles around something ✨ for comedic effect ✨.... also, author's notes exist for a reason lol
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spending a lot of time reading fanfic lately due to personal reasons, but the longer i scroll some of these tags, the more frustrated i get. i know damn well i'm no professional, i'm just a gooner, but i'm a gooner with standards. we can do better!
edit: some people are saying these are just my opinion. yeah. that's... that's why i posted it. i didn't have anyone particular in mind when i wrote it. i hate to use this phrase but if tiktok taught me anything, "bean soup theory" is a real thing 😭
☆ this is the masterlist of every single mortal kombat piece i have written, organized and consistently updated! please understand that this masterlist will no longer be contributed to in the foreseeable future, as this is a past interest.
☆ note: asterisk (*) means the piece is NSFW!
johnny cage masterlist
ALL johnny cage fics!
bi-han >
returning without him
caught
foolish
new tricks * / distract me *
dancer
love at first sight
give in *
see me now *
nicknames
liu kang >
in the new era
love at first sight
not her
love again
lollipop
why me?
nicknames
kuai liang >
caught
dancer
nicknames
tomas vrbada >
caught
dancer
love at first sight
nicknames
raiden >
stupid in love
you unwind me
lollipop
nicknames
syzoth >
metalhead
love at first sight
stupid in love
nicknames
kenshi takahashi >
metalhead
love at first sight
lollipop
read my mind *
we should know better *
take it *
nicknames
again *
Hi so this is gonna be LOONGG, but I’ve been cooking this up in my head and the scenarios before bed so be ready for the plot I’ve created over a few weeks. You can use as much or as little of this as you want, but I really love your writing style and can’t wait to see what you do with this:3
Alright, so Bi-Han is married and his partner (who I always envisioned as chubby personally) have been married for a short time now, and Bi-Han is still somewhat distant. Your sex lives aren’t being neglected at all, but your emotional and non-sexual physical needs are!! Bi-Han shows his wife little to no affection in public, it’s better in private but barely so. He won’t even hold hands in public!! Like he is so unimaginably stiff and cold that his wife starts to think that maybe he think that they’re disgusting or doesn’t actually love them!!
This makes his wife fall into a Depressed state bc she loves him wholeheartedly and all he’s done so far is talk about getting them pregnant and brush off affections. Was she now stuck in a loveless marriage forever? Out of Anxiety and Depression she loses her appetite and loses some weight, to the point of concern from Bi-Han AND his brothers. But they can’t get an answer her them bc all she seem to do these days is sleep and eat. They don’t train, meditate, smile, laugh, walk in the gardens, nothing!! And Bi-Han only sees his wife when she’s asleep or falling asleep and muttering about how it’s nothing.
Kuai Liang eventually grows worried for her health and with the help of Tomas corners them. She breaks instantly, collapsing into heart wrenching sobs against Tomas. For her sake they take her back to your room, and she spills her guts. Both are horrified by this news, they can read their brother exceptionally well and are well aware that all he wants to do is be near her (and inside her) all the fucking time. He’s just apparently ass at expressing this.
While Tomas comforts her, Kuai Liang runs straight to Bi-Han. His eldest brother was pouring over maps a long since cold breakfast beside him. Kuai Liang does not knock and nearly jumps over his brothers desk to pull him along. Bi-Han was going to be mad, but then he says like “I’ve figured out what’s going on with your wife” so he can’t really be mad now can he? She was losing weight rapidly and had become a shell of herself, it kept him up most nights. Kuai Laing spills everything and Bi-Han can feel his heart break into a million peices. It was him causing you this anguish?
Bi-Han was raised to only think of his clan and their betterment, and the only reason he thought he’d ever marry was for heirs. Affection was not common in his family, not until Tomas came along and he was a teen then, and thought that affection was stupid and for babies. But clearly his wife needed it, so perhaps it wasn’t as dumb as he thought it was.
He demands Kuai Liang take him to her, and when he sees you just wailing into his youngest brothers shoulder? Sure a part of him was jealous but he couldn’t really think about that right now. He takes you from Tomas and into his arms, and promptly sends his brothers away. Once they were gone, he lays down on the bed and held her against his chest.
He doesn’t know what to say, other than constant blubbering apologies about neglecting you. He says I love you more than he’s ever said them before in his life, and kisses her face about a billion times. His hands keep her in place, but her arms are around his neck and he can feel her breathing slowly even out on his collarbones. This is so intimate, so precious that he feels lightheaded. For so long he had pushed her and the thought of affection aside it had warped his view of both. He knew his wife was strong, but she also needed the comfort of a hug more often than thought.
Eventually you calm down enough to talk so he shifts his position into a sitting one, keeping her caged in his arms all the while. Now his hands are rubbing along her curves and he’s apologizing again, and he’s explaining himself (probably over explaining really) because he was so scared that he would lose her to his own actions. And she’s just so understanding, probably too understanding, and hugging him telling him it’s okay, and that she knows that this is how she is. But her brain just spiraled into a state by itself.
Bi-Han doesn’t forgive himself, and he doubts he ever will. But for now, he smiles and nods (a bit stiffly), then he leans down and kisses her sweet lips. And it’s so tender and loving and gentle it catches her off guard. Bi-Han was a very rough lover and sure he’d kissed her before but he hadn’t kissed her like *that* before. When they pull away, he asks her if she’s hungry, (he will send for food no matter what she says) and what she’d like to eat.
Lunch arrives quickly, and he watches her eat the entire meal (plus a bit of his own he put on her plate) smiling gently. Once she was fed he opened his arms again to her, and just holds her. Did he have duties? Oh yeah, he had a lot he was supposed to do today. But now, his wife was much more important than anything else in the world. Eventually she asks him to join her in the gardens, and he agrees.
There in the flower garden he had planted for her as a wedding gift, they spent the rest of the day. And that night, Bi-Han sends for a filling dinner that he shares with his beloved in their shared room. And his beautiful wife sleeps soundly, head on his shoulder with her breath brushing over his chest. (And maybe things get a little spicy too at some point, but I don’t think he’d be all that rough after the day they had;} )
johnny can't keep his hands to himself when he meets you at the bar.
warnings: smutty, marley has only ever been drunk like twice so they're trying their best to write drunk sex
notes: requested by the dearest @milllkaa <3
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• it had all started from a single glance, a shared moment between you and a man you swore was familiar from somewhere you couldn't pinpoint. his gaze lingered for a moment too long every chance he got, biting his lower lip or tapping his fingers on his whiskey glass.
• you were feeling it, not entirely used to the attention but the haziness of your cocktails was starting to take a toll on your shyness. a sway in your hips or a wink his direction kept him strung up in your web, his eyes growing bigger and wetter the longer you kept him on a leash.
• your friends were muttering praises for potentially pulling such a good looking man, some of them ushering you toward his open seat at the bar instead of tucked between two of them in a little booth. it's when you approach the bar to refill your drinks when the man finally speaks up.
• "doll," he clears his throat, words slurring together. "you're too pretty to be ignoring me like that."
• "i don't mean to," you protest, giving him sweet eyes. "you're being distracting."
• "so it's working then," he smirks, leaning back in the stool. "stick around, won't you? at least give me your name so i can put it to my fantasies later tonight."
• you take the drinks in your arms, balancing some in your grip and others against your body. "who said tonight will just end in a fantasy? keep distracting me, hotshot, and you might have a chance."
• his eyes widen in amusement, cracking a grin as he sips on his drink. you return to your friends, who all pester you for a play-by-play of the interaction, one that becomes progressively lost to you as the alcohol warbles your memory.
• you're later on the dance floor, now fully inebriated and not entirely present in the moment. your movements feel fluid, however, and you feel a part of the waves of the crowd as the music thumps in your chest. you're too caught up in the moment for you to notice your friends had abandoned you, giving you adequate space to be approached from behind.
• "thought you could get away that easily?" a voice purrs into your ear, lips brushing against your hair. "leaving me all needy for more?"
• "needy?" you coo, craning your neck, inches away from his face. "didn't think i could leave you that hot and bothered from a few funny looks."
• "don't sell yourself short," his hand finds your shoulder and gently spins you to face him. as he opens his mouth to add onto his flirtatious comment, your eyes widen in realization.
• "i knew you were a familiar face," you comment, reaching up to snake your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "you're johnny cage, aren't you?"
• "guilty as charged," his eyes are glossed over, lip ever so slightly quivering as he looks down at you. "dealbreaker, or big turn-on?"
• "i haven't decided yet," you tease, subconsciously swaying to the music. "you're persistent, that's for sure.'
• "i couldn't get my eyes off of you," he admits, somewhat sheepishly. "you'll have to genuinely forgive me. i don't think i've been this smitten from anyone... in a while. you're one to get a man worked up."
• the two of you sway to the music, a stark contrast to the rowdy dance crowd around you, and yet, you felt in your own world with this man. his eyes were silently pleading with you, visibly torn between spewing more charm or keeping his mouth shut and just enjoying the moment. you were the same, mind flowing a million miles a minute yet only able to pull out phrases of just how badly you needed him. you refused to admit it, however, as you knew an actor like him surely had people crawling up his leg for just a chance. you wanted him to take the lead.
• he seems to read your mind, either that or he let the alcohol talk. "doll."
• words feel hard. "mm?"
• "tell me you feel this too," his hands snake to your hips, pawing at the skin. "i can't think straight."
• "because you're drunk," you point out, tilting your head with a lazy grin. "don't be dramatic."
• "i'm not... no, i am one for the dramatics," he insists, contagiously grinning back. "i think i'd regret it forever if i lost this."
• he leans into you, breath fanning against your lips. he smells of alcohol, and yet there's something expensive underneath it, a designer cologne or a musky aftershave. it serves you no justice in keeping your wits about you as you lean toward him in response, placing a deep yet chaste kiss on his mouth. you feel him groan in response to your reciprocation.
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• it's not long after the bathroom door is shut and locked when johnny's lips are desperately clinging to yours, kissing with a deep hunger and chasing your lips even after you pull away for air. his hands wander feverishly, trying to grope and squeeze any amount of flesh he could fit in his grasp.
• "if you don't-" he catches his breath, pressing you against the bathroom door. "-if you don't let me taste you... fuck, please, i don't even-" he's cut off when you reach up to his hair, grabbing a fistful by the scalp and pushing downward. johnny obeys scarily quickly, dropping to his knees with a presumably painful thud. he doesn't seem to notice the ache.
• on his knees, johnny hooks your leg over his shoulder, giving him the viewing pleasure of your panties underneath your small dress. his mouth hones in on your clothed cunt, nosing at the fabric and agonizingly overflowing his senses. you hiss in response, pulling his hair away from your pussy. he whines deeply, eyes up at you with a pathetic look.
• "please," he begs, his hand sliding up and down your thigh. "please let me taste you, please." he blinks his wet eyelashes up at you, slowly making his way back to your core. "i'll make it feel so good, i promise, please."
• you feel sick with yourself and so fucking pleased at the same time, knowing that if the public knew what a pathetic mutt he was around your cunt would surely taint his career. with one hand pulling at his hair, you push him back into your core, his nose burying and pressing against your clit.
• he sucks and flicks his tongue anywhere he can reach, forgetting the basics of cunnilingus as he pathetically goes down on you, relishing in your taste and adequately soaking the bottom portion of his face. it's embarrassing, really, the sounds your slick is making against him, but there's no time to feel ashamed when it feels like he's trying to swallow your core.
• the back of your head hits the door as you whine and moan, arching off of the door and rolling your hips deeper into his face. he hums in response, squeezing your thighs as he pulls you impossibly closer into his tongue, one that finds your hole and prods as deep as he can reach, caressing your walls and closing his eyes as he appreciates your willingness to receive.
• "so good," he breathes against your clit, making it twitch from the cool breath. "you taste... like heaven, doll."
• as you attempt to reply, he kisses at your clit once before wrapping his lips around you, sucking hungrily and seemingly unending for at least a full minute. your orgasm peeks its head from around the corner, suddenly scared out from his sudden movements. it builds a warmth in your stomach as your cunt is brutally attacked by his tongue and lips.
• "johnny—" you whine out, legs wobbling. "can't stand—" your warning was answered by his grip as he heaves your other leg over his other shoulder, his form now entirely holding you up against the door. he can't speak, he couldn't if he tried, for if he unlatched from your pussy now it might've felt like hell. he needed to make you cum, taste yourself and feel the way your walls clench and flutter as you come undone. his own aching cock was paid no mind, it was the least of his concerns when such a pretty being was right in front of him, making the most delightful noises from the work he was doing. he felt pride, as he usually does, but he felt... more. he felt addicted, obsessed, and wanted to make you feel like this all the time, he decided.
• your orgasm scares the life out of you as it suddenly jolts through your body, electricity and warmth shooting through your veins as you lurch forward, grabbing two fistfuls of his hair as he shakes his head, tongue abusing your clit. you cry out, using the top of his head to muffle your sounds of pleasure. it was too much, more than you'd ever felt, and something primal in you wanted to control him. he'd make a good boytoy, you thought, and it seemed he was thinking the same. he pulls away finally, lip twitching as he fights a playful grin. his eyes flick up to you once before dropping back down.
• "so," he breathily speaks, eyes still honed in on your twitching cunt. "i think i did this backwards. can i get your number?"
you're living your ordinary life when something malfunctions, sucking you into a world you swore was familiar - but only from a screen.
warnings: not proofread, magical bullshittery but who's gonna complain?
notes: my first long term jc/mk fic! i hope you all enjoy it, and if there's enough hype for a part two, then i'll continue it! <3 also, this is heavily inspired by jill sandwich's 'fatal attraction' on ao3 :)
[ masterlist ]
the pastel clouds of the evening swirled ominously above you as you trudged home, shoes soaked and hair sopping. you had forgotten an umbrella, a common occurrence as you rush about your apartment to get ready for work, and was now facing the consequences. the city was quieter than usual, seemingly offering you a path home reliant on peace and ease. it seemed everyone except for you prepared for the hellish weather, but thankfully, the walk from work wasn't unbearable, and you were able to hide under just enough construction work and awnings to avoid properly soaking yourself in rain. the weekend was turning its pretty head around the corner, and all you could think about was your excitement to hop onto your pc and do one of the only things that brings you joy in these trying times. you were long overdue for a night to yourself, with all the company projects and scolding burrowing themselves into your patience.
you managed to make it to your apartment just in time, as the storm seemed to worsen, now becoming a genuine concern. after showering and changing into something more comfortable, you padded your way to your office, a tucked away corner of your apartment that you took great pride in. its window overlooked the city, and it was heavily decorated with memorabilia and merchandise from your favorite medias. your living situation was fairly windowed, taking up a whole wall in your office. you tried hard to pay it no mind as you sat in your chair, wheeling it closer to the desk.
thunder clapped as you powered on your monster of a pc, a possession you valued more than most things in your apartment. it whirred to life, displaying your collection of apps and games. deciding you needed to blow off some steam, you booted up mortal kombat 1. you had never properly played it until this point, as you purchased it for yourself as a birthday present but lost the time to fully indulge due to work and outside circumstances. now was a good a time as ever, you figured, as the game booted up.
your pc made a funky noise, something bordering between a crackle and hiss, something you'd never heard from your machine before. as you leaned down to inspect it, another crack of lightning and thunder tore you from the task, making you jump up with your attention pulled into the screen as a cutscene involuntarily played.
you were familiar with the previous timeline in the series, having played the eleventh game religiously, and many before that. you were a long-term fan, familiar with the community and content and considering yourself a part of the fandom. the cutscene explained liu kang's efforts after the previous game, explaining how he painted an entirely new universe centered around peace. the thought intrigued you, how he could whittle kahns and sorcerers down to nothing and still have a balanced timeline. you felt only more dragged in the longer the cutscene went on for. his voice provided comfort for you over the years, a gentle yet firm tone that you found great familiarity in, one that drowned out the increasingly scarier thunder.
time had seemed to fly as you breezed through story mode. well, you had set the mode to easy, you may have been an experienced player but you weren't a good one. the fights were light work, and it wasn't long before you had progressed through the collection of earthrealm's champions. you were most excited to see your long-term favorite, johnny cage. he was less bulked up this time around, and yet something about it charmed you. he felt more... human. the graphics were no joke, highlighting every imperfection, or lack thereof, on the character's faces. you caught yourself replaying moments or missing them entirely after staring at the detail for too long.
as you were marveling at the quality, your pc crackled again, this time it was hard to ignore. your fans had started to shake and rattle, spinning unevenly. your graphics card's display light flickered, and the motherboard was starting to vibrate. you concluded it must be the storm outside fucking with your wires, but as you reached to reset the pc, a particularly blinding lightning strike disoriented you.
your brain felt to be swelling in your skull, breath being sucked from your lungs as you lost your sense of direction. with lightning comes thunder, and yet it was a complete silence that followed the blinding light. come to think of it, your vision hadn't repaired itself. a pale white offended your view, obscuring reality as it stood.
whether time had passed or not was lost to you as your eyelids flutter open. what you assumed to be your fuzzy carpet tickled at your skin, a faint rush of wind cooling the surface as a warmth seemed to tan you at the same time.
...wind? you were just indoors...?
"hey, hey, easy," a familiar voice encourages you, hovering above you and concealing what you now realized was the sun above you. "don't need you beating yourself up any further. you look like hell, no offence."
"whur..." you grumbled, not entirely adjusted to the surroundings. you had magically appeared outside, likely embarrassingly on the grass of your apartment's courtyard. you had wondered how you got there.
your vision restored with time, albeit a little hazy as you were finally able to take in your surroundings. a man was standing above you, another one behind them. large hats shadowed their faces, the contrast of lighting not fully adjusted to. it was the voice that shocked you conscious.
"kung lao?" you asked in response, brows furrowed as your vision cleared fully. sure enough, the fictional character kung lao from mortal kombat was standing above you, offering a helping hand. a man you eventually recognized as raiden was behind him, a look of concern on his gentle face.
kung lao slightly withdraws his hand, frowning. "how did you...?" his question is interrupted by a flurry of footsteps, nameless and equally dressed monks surrounding you fully now, murmuring to themselves as they take in your appearance. they part ways to a large man, and its the voice that grabs at you first.
"this is... unprecedented." liu kang.
"alright, alright," a third voice intrudes your hearing. "if everyone was distracted from my epic moves, this must be important, yeah?"
kung lao and the man you now identified as liu kang part for the third voice, who stomps over and stands above you. his hands fall to his hips. the light adjusts.
"well hel—lo beautiful," johnny cage raises a brow, his lip twitching up into a smirk. "are you an angel? cause... you know. you fell from the sky. except you did actually do that. how did you do that?"
your head feels light, spinning from the change of environment — that, and the discovery that you had... teleported, into a fictional universe. as you try to stomach it all, you're overwhelmed and your consciousness slips from your grasp as you pass back out.
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