Send me some Mortal Kombat characters or ships for some nsfw headcanons!
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Neither of them know how they end up there, actually
Like objectively, sure. Shang Tsung gets sent to infiltrate enemy lines via seduction and get on Liu Kang’s good side to more effectively cripple the Earthrealm defenses
He plays innocent, he acts interested, he makes all the right comments and leaves all the right lingering touches to make any man go wild
But Liu Kang… knows him. He knows who he was, who he shaped him to be. He knows he hates Shang Tsung with a burning passion, and yet…?
Could he have turned out differently? Could this timeline have been altered so drastically that Shang Tsung ended up on the good path all on his own? Liu Kang crafted others that way, like Mileena and Baraka and Sindel, but he hasn’t touched the fates of mortals since the universe began
So part of him, the part that is more well meaning, is curious
And the other part of him, the part of him that is lonely and craves the types of human intimacy he has long starved himself of, is… well.
If Shang Tsung is showing so much interest, it only makes sense that Liu Kang investigates by fucking him
It’s not like he could do much damage, right? He’s not powerful in magic as he was before, and here they are surrounded by warriors who would jump at the nearest chance to defend Liu Kang
And Shang Tsung is also… very good at working him up
His laugh, the spread of his long fingers on Liu Kang’s waist, the way his eyes flick over him as if he plans to devour
It is stupid, but it happens
Liu Kang invites him to talk in private, and takes things into his own hands
He is cautious at first, conversational, but he drops his own touches, lets his eyes burn across the table as he hands Shang Tsung tea
He gets up to talk about Earthrealm, to talk about his duties, and circles behind Shang Tsung to slowly push the hair away from his neck
And kneel down
And kiss the warmth of human skin for the first time in many centuries
Shang Tsung himself is caught off guard by the intimacy of it. He expected Liu Kang to be rushed and intense as many men past their breaking point would be, but he’s not
He is pressure and heat, a burning line of fingers dipping beneath Shang Tsung’s clothes, maneuvering him up and against the wall
A tongue and teeth, a back that glows as Shang Tsung rakes his nails across it, a divine buzz hanging in the air as they grind and palm each other through hanging layers of silk and cotton
Shang Tsung, for a few minutes, forgets his mission
It is odd to be treated like a holy thing, to have a god’s eyes fluttering closed as he strokes him slowly, to be pressed into a quiet moment of intimacy as if he belongs there
And it is exhilarating
They continue after that night. Shang Tsung offers himself, and Liu Kang accepts
They spend evening after evening tangled upon the sheets, foreheads pressed close as Liu Kang fills Shang Tsung in deep, steady thrusts, hands moving to cup his chest, his shoulders, his cheek
This is wrong, Liu Kang knows, this will only end in tragedy, but it is hard to stop
Shang Tsung peels back his layers, finds the soft wanting beneath, and tugs at it
He rests himself in Liu Kang’s throat and pets his hair gently, praising him for his heat and compliance, for the beauty of a body that does not need to breathe, and Liu Kang melts with it
It is a tumble into something neither of them can pull away from
Liu Kang finds a desire growing he cannot quell, a bleeding pool of connection he is finally able to sate, and Shang Tsung is… losing sight of why he was here at all
Liu Kang’s hips are firm when he guides Shang Tsung in training, pressing too close, lingering after practiced falls to keep him close to his chest and smirking when he feels Shang Tsung get hard
He makes Shang Tsung’s breath hitch with his smile and the sting of his teeth, his fingerprints flushed burns that mark Shang Tsung’s shoulders and ribs on the nights he loses himself too deeply
But he is kind. He is a lord that cares
Shang Tsung has never deserved that, or perhaps he has, and the world has stolen it from him
It’s ironic, he knows, to find gratification in the arms and cock of the man who wrote his destiny, but it’s hard to think that way when Liu Kang sinks down on him so fully, so deeply trusting, and makes him feel like the center of the world
On those nights, when he cannot stop thinking, Shang Tsung digs his nails into the curves of Liu Kang’s skin, pulling him close, his hips snapping up, his chest heaving, and tries desperately to hold on to the man he was sent to kill
shang tsung, infiltrates the wu shi academy with the intent of finding the secrets of the hourglass (or something like that). as he stealthily maneuvers through the corridors, he suddenly hears liu kang approaching. caught off guard, shang tsung improvises, quickly shapeshifting to disguise himself as a monk within the enemy's territory. as liu kang rounds the corner, he encounters the seemingly innocent monk, unaware of the true identity hidden beneath the facade.
so it's somewhat similar to megamind shapeshifting to bernard to hide from roxanne..... but anyways look at the potential of this!!!! i want to write it so bad but i dont think i can pull it off??????
