HELLO, I come here shyly wanting to make a request for some mk1 characters with a gn reader who is simply addicted to kissing them and wants to kiss them all the time, my heart needs some kisses 😭🙏 Maybe with Tomas, bihan, raiden, kung lao and johnny 🙏🙏
and i am here to grant your wishes 🤫 this is SOO cute
how smoke, sub-zero, raiden, kung lao, and johnny are with a s/o that loves to kiss them
no warnings just fluff! gn!reader, "you" used
ty for your patience (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) this is from october ummm.. <3
Smoke
...loves that you love to kiss him. It caught him off guard at first because it happened so frequently but he got used to it quickly. This man would even pout if you didn't give him the same amount of kisses as before. Yes...he counted. It didn't take long for him to return the favor too. Random times of the day he'll walk up behind you and just copy what you did with his own touch. Oh, and believe me when I say he'll be expecting it every time he gets home. Literally every. Time.
Sub-Zero
...didn't like it at first. He thought you were being overbearing or maybe just teasing him, but after a good while he slowly warmed up to it. Don't do it so often cause he might get sick of it again. But when you time it just right? He melts. It was a long day at the Lin Kuei for the esteemed Grandmaster, and that familiar crinkle around his eyes when he's scowling and silently asking you to make him feel better has him getting attacked with kisses in seconds, and he smiles to himself every time.
Raiden
...also loves it, but it takes some getting used to. Zero issues with affection, it's just that at first he didn't really see why you were kissing him so much. Eventually he just stopped questioning it and would hug you tighter. Don't think he doesn't return the favor too, maybe not as intensely but he has his own way of letting you know just how he feels. And if Kung Lao asks why there's faint marks of redness on his skin, he just blushes and changes the subject.
Kung Lao
... can't get enough. Speaking of the charming, cocky, dimpled man, he immediately got used to it. Knowing him he probably joked about coming home to that and you were like BET. It fuels him. Fuels his ego but most of all his love. He's like damn, my s/o loves me so much, who's getting treatment like this before leaving the house? Coming back from missions? Training? Even when he was all sweaty and tired? He's on top of the world!
Johnny Cage
...fully expected it. If he could drown in your kisses he'd happily do so. He feels like the motherfucking man, because he is! I mean, look at you! Hottest person in the world greets him and bids him farewell with smooches? Sign him the fuck up for the rest of his life. The way he returns it is different, given that it might not be the soft peppering of kisses everywhere but he'd definitely kiss you more often so you know it doesn't go unappreciated.
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.
I just saw a video of ermacs brutality where he shrinks his opponent to like the size of a Barbie doll and it got me thinking- imagine the Wu-shi academy boys- like Johnny Kenshi, Lao, raiden, and Lou, run into ermac and of course reader so also fighting alongside the boys but then ermac shrinks reader- and before they can get ermac to change her back he disappears so now they’re just stuck with tiny reader- I can just imagine like they all have to take turns helping tiny reader out.
a sizeable problem
a/n: what's up guys, did you miss me
pairing: kenshi takahashi x gn!reader
warnings: not proofread
you sit in the medical room, head in your hands and embarrassment creeping up the back of your neck as Liu Kang struggles to keep in his laughter
if you concentrate hard enough you can hear Johnny Cage laughing outside and then the slap of Kenshi’s hand across the back of the actor’s head to get him to stop laughing
Raiden and Kung Lao stand in the room next to Liu Kang, Kung Lao explaining the story with gusto and a sort of rushed pace and Raiden filling out the details of what had happened
while you and the others were in the Living Forest, you had run into Ermac, who shrunk you in size and then run off when they realized they had no chance against you and the other Earthrealm Defenders
it had ended with Raiden carrying you in his hands while Johnny struggled to contain his laughter
and now, you’re just plain embarrassed, wondering how you could even let something like this happen in the first place
you hadn’t even seen Ermac’s spell coming toward you, too focused on how your head spin with exhaustion as you tries to get up from one of his earlier attacks
Liu Kang furrows his eyebrows at you, hand moving forward as if to pat your shoulder before he remembers that you’re about the size of a rat now
instead, he uses his pointer finger to gentle tap your shoulder and try to reassure you that he will consult with Geras to help bring you back to size
for now, he tells you to accompany the others until he can fix your problem, and he turns to Raiden, who nods and holds out his palm for you to step into
you stand up from the medical cot and step into Raiden’s palm, and he holds you awkwardly in his palm as Liu Kang gives you a slight nod and then leaves, sliding open the doors to the medical room and revealing a concerned looking Kenshi and a slightly bruised Johnny
the both of them walk into the room and as Kenshi talks to Kung Lao about what the plan going forward was, Johnny walks up to you and holds out his own palm, saying that he wants to try something
scowling at him, you growl that you don’t want any part in his antics, but he just smiles at you and says that it’s just a harmless thing he wants to try out
you glance up at Raiden before looking back to Johnny and grimacing, stepping into the actor’s palm
he raises his palm up to his head, urging you to step onto his hair, and you hesitate for a moment before moving forward, kneeling down onto the soft bed of strands so that your butt fits snugly between your ankles
your hands grip onto his hair for balance, and you watch as Johnny pulls out his phone and tells you to smile as he takes a selfie
you do no such thing and instead scowl at the camera, still irritated with your entire situation, but the actor tells you to have a little fun as he starts to walk out of the medical cot, the others not too far behind as they witness the spectacle
it’s not the most comfortable of situations, but it could be much worse you suppose, the views were really grand up here and whatever product Johnny uses to wash his hair was actually quite nice to smell
Kenshi looks to you and asks if everything was okay, and you shout back that you were okay, that it was actually kind of nice
Johnny retorts saying that he knew it was a good idea, and you frown at him, tugging at a strand of his hair roughly and listening to him yelp
his hand reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, and he says that yeah, he deserved that
behind you, you can hear Raiden and Kung Lao following closely behind, and the slight snap of a camera, no doubt Kung Lao taking pictures for evidence or blackmail
you ignore the both of them and simply watch as Johnny turns around the corner to reveal the dining hall
he piles food onto his plate as do the others, and he sits down, reaching his palm up once more for you to step on, and he brings you down to the table
stretching your legs, Kenshi has taken an extra plate, the small salad one and has put on small amounts of whatever dinner the monks were serving today
Kung Lao brings over a cup of water, telling you to wash your hands, and you grimace at the thought of having to eat everything with your bare hands
but you supposed that they wouldn't have utensils for rats here at the Fire Temple
washing your hands in the cup, you shake off the water droplets and walk over to your food, sitting down cross-legged as you grab onto a few grains of rice and start to eat
dinner is no different other than that, the four of them laughing at each other, telling jokes and stories of their times in the real world
it’s a bit more difficult for you to chime in, your voice sounding more like squeaks rather than actual words, but dinner still managed to remain fun enough for you
you can feel your entire body relaxing as you eat, and you grimace when you realize how hungry you were, when was the last time you had eaten?
this morning was all about greeting Kenshi and the others to the Fire Temple and then training initiates all day, you hadn’t had the time to eat breakfast or lunch
when your plate empties of food, Kenshi silently plates some more in front of you from his plate, and you hope he can feel how grateful you are as you grab onto the handfuls of food in front of you
as Kung Lao finally polishes off the last of his food, Kenshi holds his palm out for you, telling you to sleep at his place tonight
Johnny protests, but Kenshi sighs and elbows him in the ribs, saying that he was the only one who even had fabric that could act as a blanket for you
the rest of them grumble but agree, and you step unto Kenshi’s awaiting hand, mumbling underneath your breath that you could handle a few bugs on your own
the swordsman only smiles at your words and holds you gentle in his palm, slightly curling his fingers for you to grab onto so that you don’t lose balance
Kenshi bids goodnight to the rest of them, and they all shout goodnight, no doubt Kung Lao about to rope them into something ridiculous before they all went to bed for the night
the walk back to his room is silent besides the buzzing in the air, but you don’t mind, simply enjoying the ride as Kenshi finally makes it to his room
it’s modestly decorated, the only sign of living being the slippers by the doorway
Kenshi toes off his shoes and puts on the slippers before walking over to the bedroom and telling you to behave as he grabs his sleepwear
you cross your arms and roll your eyes, of course you would behave, you weren’t Kung Lao nor Johnny for god’s sake
the bathroom door slides shut behind him, and you sigh and flop back onto the bed, closing your eyes and bemoaning to yourself about your bad luck
you almost miss the sound of buzzing, and you jolt up to your feet when you find a mosquito the size of your head barrelling towards you from across the room
your hands reach to the sides, drawing out your weapon, and slash at it, hoping to try and intimidate it away from you
it only buzzes maniacally, flying off to the side and just barely missing the tip of your blade as it charges back in
stepping backward, you grit your teeth and clash with the bug, irritated and annoyed that such a small problem had now been amplified by your small size
it charges toward you one more, like a bull on a mission, and you dart to the side, bring your weapon down and slashing off its wings, sending it smashing into the fabric of the bed
the bug squeals bloody murder at you as you walk up and cut off its head, and the slight amount of blood it had drinken before stains a small red dot onto Kenshi’s sheets
hopefully, he wouldn’t mind too much
right on time, the swordsman steps out of the bathroom, steam rolling out of the room as he dries his hair with a towel, wearing nothing but a loose shirt and some boxers
he asks if anything had happened, reaching the edge of the bed and holding out his palm, waiting for you to walk onto it so that he didn’t accidentally crush you with his size
you wipe your blade and sheath it, huffing and walking over, saying that a mosquito had given you a bit of trouble but that it had been handled
Kenshi hums and walks around the room, going to one of the drawers and feeling for the handle before pulling it open
his hand slowly glides through its contents until he finds what he’s looking for, a lighter, and he closes the drawer and walks over to the corner of the room
an incense burner sits there quietly, and Kenshi carefully lights it, placing the lighter on the nearby nightstand and mumbling that this should take care of any mosquitoes
you sigh and thank him, and he smiles and says no problem, placing you down on the nightstand with the lighter and opening up the drawer, revealing a plethora of blindfolds and grabbing a handful and placing them down gently onto the wooden surface you stand on
he tells you to make yourself comfortable, Cage had bought him too many anyway, and you nod in understanding, grabbing onto two at a time and forming yourself a makeshift bed
it’s a lot more comfortable than you would’ve thought, Johnny of course had spared no expense and had bought a ton of silk blindfolds for him
Kenshi tells you good night and gets underneath the covers of his bed, lying flat on his back and evening out his breathing
in the quiet of the night, buried underneath too many blindfolds, you stare at the ceiling, hands holding on tightly to the blindfolds
the murmur of Kenshi’s voice cuts through the silence as he asks if you can’t sleep as well, and you hum in agreement, saying that a lot of thoughts were just running through your mind right now
he chuckles and turns onto his side to face you, even if he couldn’t see you right now, and he asks what you’re thinking about
you’re quiet for a moment, turning around in your makeshift bed as well to face him, and you say that you just feel a bit powerless so small, and you hated feeling this way, hell you could barely handle a mosquito earlier and you can’t even do anything except wait until Liu Kang found a way to make you your regular size again
he frowns at your reasoning and says that you’re not powerless, that you’re the strongest out of all four of them
a slight bitter laugh escapes you as you say that you couldn't even get around earlier without riding on top of Johnny’s head
Kenshi sighs and tells you to come over to him, and you grimace before sliding off the silk blindfolds and walking over
he settles onto his back, patting at his chest for you climb onto, and you do so, sitting on the fabric of his shirt and moving with the rise and fall of his breath
his voice rumbles through you as he tells you sincerely, that right now, it’s okay to ask for help, that you were at a disadvantage and that there is no shame in having someone to aid you
he wishes he had learned the same lesson earlier, perhaps he wouldn’t have such a large rift with his family if he had simply asked them for help and explained his plan to dismantle the yakuza
Kenshi continues before you can protest, saying that you are one of the most powerful people that he knows, small or not, that most in this situation would not handle it so well
but you, you took it gracefully, albeit a bit annoyed, but gracefully, even adjusting to the sudden dangers of being so small
a more disoriented person wouldn’t have been able to fight off the mosquito, and besides, you had been working too hard lately, it was time to let Kenshi and the others do a little more work and let you relax
you had stayed at the Fire Temple to help aid Liu Kang, and it was obviously taking a toll on you
sighing at him, you know that he’s right, that the whole reason you had never seen Ermac’s spell coming was because you were exhausted, running around left and right, completing errands for Liu Kang and training the initiates from dawn to dusk
Kenshi quirks a brow at you, knowingly smirking at you, and you slap lightly at his chest, but it holds no malice
after a short moment of silence, you thank him, and he hums quietly, saying that he owed it to you, especially after you had helped him so much back when he was blinded by Mileena
you stand up to get back to your makeshift bed, but he tells you to stay, he was a pretty still sleeper, you wouldn’t fall off
and you hate to say it, but it was rather relaxing to lay on Kenshi’s chest, so you agree and laydown, staring at the ceiling
it’s warm, soft, and before you know it, your eyes have shut as you curl up on Kenshi’s chest
light hits your eyelids, and you groan, turning onto your side and burying your face into something warm and soft, gripping onto the fabric of Kenshi’s shirt to stay enveloped in his warmth
his arm wraps around your shoulder tighter, and you hum in content at the feeling before something clicks in your brain
weren’t you small right now?
you crack your eyelids open, finding your face buried into his chest, your legs tangled with his, and his arms wrapped around your body
warmth immediately flare in your body, setting your face on fire as you realize just how intimately close you were to the swordsman
at some point in the middle of the night, the spell had worn off
maybe you could sneak your way out of his arms, and that he hadn’t noticed yet, and you slowly try to pull yourself away from his damningly soft and warm chest
Kenshi asks if you’ve woken up yet, and you flinch at his words, cover blown, and he only laughs at your reaction, tugging you in a bit closer
he hums, saying to just stay in his arms for a few moments longer, and you don’t react for a moment, before sighing and scooting in a bit closer to him
you would have to thank Ermac the next time you see him
Could you possibly do a scenario where the reader goes to Johnny and asks him for romantic advice because she has a crush on Kitana or Mileena? “Man I’m desperate, I had no idea who else to ask.” Type of scenario.
This kinda short. It only has 1101 words and idk if I fully like this but fuck it, we ball. Idk why I’m so bad at fluff😭
Content Warning: Johnny
The word “crush” was typically used by children. Almost everyone has had a crush in their younger years. Someone in their class, or a random person in a hall, or someone in a higher grade level. Even celebrity crushes are usually talked about by younger people. Because of this, people tended to foolishly think that having a crush would no longer be a thing when they got older.
You were one of those people. Unfortunately, you found out that that way of thinking was false.
You hoped it was simply attraction when it came to Kitana, but the more time you spent together, the more you realized it went beyond that. Everything about her was perfect. Her hair, her smile, the way she’d scoff when hearing something stupid, her need to protect her family and defend the innocent. That was just a small list of what made Kitana amazing.
You groaned and put your head in your hands. You were so pathetically in love with her and had no idea if she’d ever feel the same way about you.
”I’m almost done with the story. Relax” Johnny elbowed your arm and smiled at you. For weeks you debated on whether or not you should ask someone for advice. It couldn’t be Liu Kang, because that felt like asking a parent. Kung Lao and Raiden were busy training new recruits, so you didn’t wanna bother them. Any other allies like Syzoth, Ashrah, Kuai Liang and Tomas were busy with other things. Bi-Han… well… you couldn’t ask him for obvious reasons. You probably wouldn't have even if he hadn’t betrayed everyone.
That left you with one other option that was in Earthrealm. Johnny Cage.
Pros? Johnny had plenty of experience with romance, so he had to have some sort of advice.
Cons? Johnny is Johnny. Johnny tends to blab about his movies, like he was doing now. To be fair to him though, you hadn’t worked up the courage to admit you wanted his help. It just seemed strange to have to ask for help with a crush as an adult.
You lifted your head and looked at him. You don't know what he saw on the other side of his shades -or why he was wearing shades indoors- but it must've tipped him off that something was wrong.
“I have a feeling you're not worried about whether or not the movie had a happy ending”. You rolled your eyes at his joke. You hadn't even been listening the whole time he was talking.
“Absolutely not”. Johnny leaned back against the couch and sucked his teeth.
“You sure?”
“Positive” He booed at you, which made you swat his arm. “I got serious shit I need help with”. He looked at you as if saying “go on”. So you did before you'd say nevermind and run out of there. You let it all spill out. How much you liked Kitana, how you had no idea how to make a move on her and other pathetic sounding things that came out before you could stop it. When you finished, Johnny sighed and took off his shades.
“And of course you came to me for help” he said with pride. “I am a love expert”
“Please!” You scoffed. “I just had no one else to go to. You're a last resort Cage-”. He put his finger against your lips to shush you.
“Shhh… it's okay. I'd ask myself for advice too if I were you- hey!” he pulled his finger back when you tried to bite him. “No biting the love expert”.
“Already regretting this” you mumbled. Johnny either didn't hear or didn't care. You had your bets on the latter.
“So you want Kitana? Now that's a woman! You're gonna have to be real smooth to earn her heart”. Those weren't really helpful words but you kept listening anyway. “Kitana seems like she'd love confidence. You can't be all small and scared. You gotta walk with confidence”. He pulled you up to your feet after he stood up. “Puff your chest out”.
“What?”. Johnny moved to your side and pushed on your back, making you slightly arch and your chest raise. “This feels ridiculous”. Johnny shook his head.
“Women love confidence. Kitana loves confidence. This gives the image of confidence. Now walk with confidence”.
Walk with confidence?
You started to walk how you usually did but Johnny stopped you immediately. “No! Walk with confidence!”
“What the hell does that even mean?”
“You gotta walk with long strides but a little slow. Like a model”
“You want me to walk slow?” You looked him up and down with distrust. “Why?”.
“It'll give her more time to look at you”. You felt stupid, but you did it again and again until Johnny was satisfied. It felt more like bootcamp than love help.
“Now here comes the confession part. The trick…” you leaned in in anticipation. “Don't”.
“Wha-”
“No questions without a raised hand”
“I'm gonna raise my hand and beat you with it”
“And I will prosecute you to the highest extent of the law”
“AnD i WiLl-”
“Do you want Kitana or not?”
“Of course I do!”. Johnny put his finger to his lip in a shushing motion. You sucked up your pride and stopped talking.
“Now, you don't wanna confess. None of that 'oh I love everything about you. I think you're so beautiful and intelligent’ nonsense. You approach her-”. Johnny put back on his shades, put his hands on his hips and got uncomfortably close. “Listen babe, you and I… we could be something. You're diggin’ me and I'm diggin’ you. This Saturday we got a date”.
“Shouldn't I ask instead of telling her to go on a date with me?”. Johnny shook his head at you.
“You do that and you don't seem confident! Remember confidence is the key!”.
This made no sense. So let's recap. Johnny wanted you to puff your chest like a peacock, walk like a model and tell Kitana that you two were going on a date instead of asking?
Maybe you should've just googled this.
“Um, okay… great talk Johnny” you patted his shoulder then walked towards the door before he could protest. “Great talk. Brilliant talk. Enjoyed it. I'll remember it!”. You closed the door behind you and sped walked to your car, leaving Johnny alone in his house.
Once you got in your car, you sighed. Well… that was something that happened. You pulled out your phone and went to the voice notes app.
“Note to self. Never ever ask Johnny Cage for love advice again”.
if your okay with it could you do a kitana x female reader fluff but also including mileena in some way? (she could be part of the relationship or just a part of the fic its mostly up to you) pls
A/N: Since you wanted Mileena included, I'm assuming you want MK1 Kitana. If that's not the case, I'm sorry for that. Hope you enjoy these head canons in the meantime since you didn't specify which you wanted.
Kitana x Reader Fluff
You were no Umgadi, royalty, courtier, or noble. No, you are a constable of Sun-Do's police; specifically, you were the Second Constable, one rank below the First Constable, Li Mei, with whom you work closely. You and Kitana don't often get to spend quality time together, much less see one another, due to your respective duties, especially when Kitana is assigned the title of Supreme Commander of Outworld's army. However, you cherish every small moment you get to spend time together.
You are one another's rock and cheerleader. You can turn to one another whenever the other needs a pick-me-up. Even when you two can't physically be together in person, you both put your heart and soul into your responsibilities. All so you could make Outworld a kinder and gentler place for the other. Kitana always feels a swell of pride blossom in her chest when she sees you take down a criminal or your unwavering sense of justice.
You love Kitana's loyalty and dedication to Outworld and its people. Her kindness and selflessness seem to know no bounds, as she constantly puts others, such as her family, above her needs. Yet, you don't hesitate to remind her that SHE is just as important, not because of her status and title. But because she is more than worthy of love.
When you first told Kitana the latter sentence, she hid behind her fan to hide how misty-eyed you made her. You gently pushed her fans away and gently smiled before offering her a lotus flower, which you then put behind her left ear. You nearly fainted when Kitana kissed your cheek in response. In fact, the princess thought you might have suffered a stroke.
Mileena noted how every time she and Kitana travel through Sun-Do, her sister's eyes usually wander to look outside their carriage. Kitana's gaze skimmed through the crowd as if searching for someone.
Mileena has also noticed how sometimes, after returning from Sun-Do, Kitana has a dreamy expression on her face and a fond grin. Kitana also seems more at ease and less anxious after these trips. That and the younger twin usually returns with a lotus that Kitana only divulges came from an admirer.
Mileena silently vows to herself that when she's made Empress, she'll not only make it so that she and Tanya can be together but so could Kitana and whoever it is she's seeing. Mileena may not know you yet, but she knows you make Kitana happy. That's enough for her to silently root for you both.
genre. fluff.
warnings. none.
pairing. mk x reader.
wc. 1k.
a/n. cats + mk is always the best combo guys <//3
“It’s cold!” You whined, doing your best to match Minkyun’s speed-walking. You were falling behind quickly, both because of your short legs, and the fact that you were slowly freezing to death. Your boyfriend stopped and waited for you to catch up to him hearing your complaints.
“I told you to bring a coat.” He said, shaking his head and huffing out a breath. A thin foggy cloud of MK’s exhaled breath could be seen in the air from how cold it was and you shivered again.
“You texted me that after I was already at work! I thought you were going to pick me up in your car.” You defended with a gasp, still a little out of breath from running to catch up to him.
“I thought you liked walks. It’s not even that far.” He glanced at the GPS he was using to find your destination. Only 5 minutes left.
“Not when it’s this cold…”
Minkyun sighed and started to unzip his winter coat. You suddenly felt bad, as he would probably get cold without it, but he shushed you before you could protest. He slid it off his shoulders smoothly and wrapped it around you, holding it up while you slid your arms into the arm holes. It was a bit big on you, but it was incredibly warm since he had been wearing it all day.
He smiled widely at you, big dimples popping up on his cheeks as he zipped it up again, “Cute.” He kissed your red nose and took your hand to pull you along, eager to still get there on time.
It didn’t take too long until you both stood in front of a tall apartment building. You were eager to get inside to finally escape to chill, but MK was possibly even more eager. You could see it on his face— the way his eyes sparkled with excitement as he checked one final time for the door number.
“It’s 42a.” He mumbled, stepping into the elevator with you. You pressed the button 4 for the fourth floor and watched as the elevator doors slid shut.
“Want your coat back?” You offered, though you were still enjoying the warmth it brought you.
“No, I’m okay. Besides, I think you might look better in it than me.” He replied.
“It’s too big, though.” You held up your arms to showcase how big it truly was.
“That’s a feature.” Minkyun laughed as the elevator opened its doors with a ding. The hallway was long, and a new door was placed every few metres from each other. You quickly found 42a and softly knocked on the door. A middle-aged lady opened it soon after and welcomed you both inside.
“He should be in the spare room still. I didn’t have any toys for him unfortunately, but I gave him some old cardboard boxes to play in.” She explained as she led MK and you over to a small room.
The little guy was sleeping in one of the small boxes, curled up in a cute round ball, breathing softly. You pouted at the sight and crouched down to take a closer look at the sleeping kitty. Minkyun also sat down and started to gently pet the kitten with 2 fingers. The two were already acquainted. MK had visited for the first time last week and immediately fallen in love with the little ball of fur.
You remembered him coming home from work later than usual and explaining to you how he had found a post for a new kitten who had been found abandoned on the street. The lady who had taken him in couldn’t keep him. Naturally, as soon as MK took one look at the soft little black kitten, he was compelled to take him home. It was practically all he had been thinking about for the past week.
The cat already seemed comfortable with Minkyun, evident from the soft purring that you could hear after MK started petting him. He was so tiny all curled up, sleeping peacefully. You could definitely see why your boyfriend was so set on adopting him. It was impossible not to fall in love with him with just one look.
You didn’t spend too much longer in the apartment before you were coaxing the small feline into a cat carrier and heading out to walk back home. MK held the small pet carrier as carefully as possible and walked slower than on the way there to make sure not to jostle the little kitten.
Once you were home and had discarded your coats and shoes, you settled on the floor of the bedroom to let out the new addition to the family. Your boyfriend wanted to start with just 1 room of the house for the little guy. The house would seem enormous compared to the tiny kitten, and just one room would be far less overwhelming for him.
He seemed timid and it took some coaxing from you and MK to get him to crawl out of the pet carrier. His nose was working like crazy, taking in all the new unfamiliar scents. He mewled, his small voice matching up to his body as he started to explore the room.
Your eyes were firmly focused on the black furball making his way around the room slowly. The sight was adorable and your boyfriend cooed watching him explore. Once the room had been fully mapped out by the kitten, he made his way back to you two, and to your surprise, settled on your lap. You immediately smiled when you realized he was going to curl up on your leg to sleep.
“He’s so cute, baby.” You whispered to your boyfriend in awe, hesitantly petting the soft creature as he got comfortable in your lap.
“I know. That’s why I had to bring him home.” MK smiled widely, imprinting the image of the new kitten sleeping on you into his brain. It was a precious sight to behold, and MK’s heart felt all warm and fuzzy looking at it.
And as he watched you smiled uncontrollably, looking at the kitten sleeping soundly in your lap, Minkyun was sure that bringing him home had been the right decision.
College student reader x Profs Kuai Liang +18 NSFW!!
A/N; Yes as you saw it! You x Professor Kuai Liang 😏😏🥰, This is for you @subzero-simp hope you like it! ❤️❤️.
MINORS DNI 🙅🏻♀️🙅🏻♀️✋🏻🛑
You are a very good and talented student, You are a punctual and formal person. You are a straight A’s student.
One day, you enrolled for a history class, and on the first day, you came on time. You are surprised to see the professor of the class is a very good-looking Asian man, You sat on the front seat near the professor’s desk.
Your professor is a handsome, muscular, beefy man, with neat hair, and lovely formal clothes suited for professors!
You cursed yourself for this, how can you stay focused if he was near you? Since he is very handsome and breathtaking.
“My name is Kuai Liang, And I will be your history professor this semester!” He introduced himself.
He looked at you, your heart started to beat fast, your sweats dropped, and he cooly asked you for your name.
“Name please!” He asked you.
“My name is Y/N L/N” you uttered, nervously.
“That’s a lovely name,” he mutters, with a smile on his face.
“Th-thanks!” You replied.
Then he resumed taking attendance before he starts the lesson of the day, As he was walking and talking about the lesson, he suddenly put his hands on your shoulders, Making you yelp in the process.
“Who was the first explorer to sail around the world?” He asked, waiting patiently for the answer.
“It was Cristopher Columbus!” You blurted out,
“Are you sure?” He cooly asked.
“Yes!” You confirmed.
“Tsk tsk, No it is not Cristopher,” Kuai stated” It was Ferdinand Magellan” He corrected,
“Oh!” That’s all you could mutter.
“Pay attention to the lesson!” He ordered.
The rest of the class went as He was telling a story, and all of the students were fascinated by him and the way he tells the lesson, Unlike you, you were daydreaming about how he is doing in bed, and you begin to realize that you are crushing on him.
The first day went well, so the second and the third day, you are always telling yourself to pay attention but you couldn’t help to daydream of him and his naked body, everytime he comes near you, you stop your daydreaming and pay attention. So that he won’t suddenly ask you questions about the lesson, you know that had become a habit for him to suddenly ask questions when he noticed that his students are daydreaming.
“Tomorrow is your first quiz! Be prepared for it!” He announced.
All the students silently sighed, because if they did he will bark at them, the class finished and you are ready to go for your break, But! Before you do, he stopped you.
“Miss L/N” He called.
“Yes, professor Liang?” You replied.
“Come here Y/N” He called again.
All the students had left the class, which made you a bit scared and nervous, He undressed his tie and loosen his shirt, which shows his clavicle, and your mouth nearly drooled at this.
“Miss Y/N, your performance in this class is excellent but! You are daydreaming!” He began.
“Yeah… you see,” you tried to explain.
“No excuses!” He interrupted you.
In one quick motion, he grabbed your hands to pull you to him, you nearly screamed but he hold your mouth.
“I know that you are daydreaming of me, Y/N” Kuai predicted.
“Yeah... I daydream of you!” You said.
Your face blushed so madly, your face looks like a tomato because of it’s redness, you know that you feel ashamed, because, you couldn’t help it! Your professor is very hot and you could not resist him
“See? It’s not hard to admit it!” He declared, as he is looking at your eyes, he didn’t admit it, but he loves your eyes.
“You are beautiful Y/N,” he commented.
Your face blushed again, and he gently undress your clothes, making you bare in front of him.
He gently kisses your forehead, your lips, your cheeks, and your breasts, you moan so hard that he muffled you with his hand,
“Shhh!” He shushed you.
He gently put you on the table, and after he did that, he hastily undressed his trousers, so that he can enter you.
But before he did that, he started to kiss every part of your body, with his cool hands he pinched your nipples, you nearly shouted, but he was quick to stop you.
“Shhh!” He shushed you again.
Your back arched, and your nipples are aroused, you continue to moan, you couldn’t stop yourself from doing so.
He gently penetrated your vagina, and of course, you bleed, it is a sign that you are a virgin, and he knows that. That’s why he didn’t get nervous or scared about it.
He continued to penetrate you, his pace is sloppy and slow, he gives you time to adjust to his size, and he is very patient and precise.
You continue to moan for the millionth time, he loves the way you moan, he loves your moans, they are music to his ears.
“Yes, moan for me!” He ordered you,
You moan to obey him, you moan and moan to please your lover, and he moans too, you aren’t the only vocal person in here, he is vocal too.
His pace started to get quicker and rough, you are enjoying this so much, and you continue to moan to match his pace.
In all honesty, you aren’t afraid of getting caught, you say to yourself “screw it! I don’t care!”, and you did, you don’t care, all you want is to be fucked by your sexy history professor.
You are surprised to know that he is still going, his pace started to go faster, rougher, more enjoyable, and pleasing for you!
“Ahhh” he moans, then he stopped, he completely stops to spill his semen inside of you.
You didn’t mind at all, in fact, you are very happy to have something of him inside of you!
“Consider that you are getting an A+ this semester,” he says.
“Thank you! Handsome professor!” You thanked him.
You and Kuai both kissed and make up, and both of you kissed each other hungrily
Hope you enjoy this! And stay tune for more fluff, NSFW content! 🖤🖤🖤🖤💋😘💋🥰
Background: It's late, you're a student at the White Lotus, craving a taste of home. One of your instructors catches you in the act. Warning: long fluff.
You've been here for weeks, mostly trying to keep up with everyone and everything. You're doing fine, except for a persistent craving gnawing in the back of your brain. It hit you. It was your mom's birthday soon, and even years after her passing, you longed for her pierogi. They weren't fancy, but somehow when you made them, they weren't hers. They were edible enough, but... just not the same. You still tried making them, hoping someday to find what was off.
Which is exactly what you were doing when Kung Lao walked in, half asleep. He blinked. And did a double take.
"Am I still asleep, or are you really cooking?" He looked confused.
"Cooking, Master Lao. Trying to make a recipe my mom used to make me."
"Hmm. Some kind of dumpling, right?" He pointed to the bowl filled with filling. "Potato, cheese, what's the green stuff?"
"Spring onion, Master. I'm making pierogi. I'm almost to the last steps, if I finish and split the proceeds, as it were... once I tidy up who has to know?"
"You're trying to bribe me? I'm a monk."
"And fond of dumplings, Master Liu says. Besides, bribery requires money. A monk must eat, no?" You floured a board, placed the dough on, began rolling it out.
"You do have a point. And if we eat the evidence, was there really a violation? I think not. Need a hand?"
"There's a pierogi cutter on the counter next to you, may I have it please?" You pointed to a metal circle with a wavy edge on the bottom. It had a handle bolted to the midsection. He handed it over, watching. The motion of you cutting the pierogi shells was kind of therapy. It felt good to create something, and cooking always made you happy. Before long, the first batch was done.
"Okay, now the fun part. Would you like to fill them?" You turned to Kung Lao, who was strangely reddish.
"Did... did you just ask me to stuff your pierogi?" It hit you both at the same time, the giggles. You had to cover your mouth to stifle them.
"I kinda did, but I meant the eating kind. About two tablespoons each, and more toward one side. Idea is they look a bit like a half-moon when sealed."
He rubbed his hands together. "Okay. Spoons, filling. To one edge. Got it." He set to work on filling, while you prepared the egg wash for the edges. Before long, he was done. "Next step?"
"Egg wash the edge, seal closed, fry with onions in melted butter."
"I think I'm in love... with the pierogi."
"You haven't even had one yet!"
"So, what are we waiting on?" He took out a cutting board, and grabbed a small onion. "Small, but long pieces, right? Like a stir fry." He began chopping. Meanwhile you started sealing the pierogi. Once done, grabbing a frying pan, you melted the butter. A pinch of salt and black pepper, then the onion. Once the onion cooked down, in went the pierogi.
"You make these a lot, don't you?"
"Yeah. My mom made these all the time. They're cheap, tasty, and quick. Perfect working mom food, as they can sit in cold storage too. She'd sit me in the kitchen, until I was older, and sing as she made them. Once I could see over the counter, I got to help. It wound up being our time, just me and my mom."
"You miss her a lot."
"Yeah. She died when I was a teenager. Cancer."
"That's rough." He paused, then spoke. "I didn't get to know my mom. Somehow I think it's not as hard to miss someone you didn't know, but I still do."
"Yeah. I get it." You checked the stove. "First batch is done. You ready?" You plated up the snack, being sure to add the onions over them. Lao held up a pair of chopsticks, making you laugh. You handed over the plate, and waited. He bit into the first one, and the huge grin on the monk's face was all you needed to know. The happy "mmm, mmms" were the second clue. He inhaled his helping in short order.
"I can see why you're fond of these, they're delicious." He looked up at you, sheepishly. "Please, may I have some more?"
This, for some reason, had you laughing out loud. So loud, Liu Kang stumbled into the kitchen.
"And why are you two laughing?" He looked at the plates, the frying pan. "Oh. Nevermind. I will forget about this, if I can try some."
Wordlessly Kung Lao handed him a plateful. And waited.
