I need a Johnny Cage x bottom male reader imagine 😭 preferably with the reader wearing a skirt, and Johnny just unzipping his own pants and lifting the reader’s skirt (without taking the clothes off). Size difference too! Johnny’s dick making a bulge on the reader’s belly 🌚
PRETTY BOY
The first thing you register is the heat, Johnny Cage's palm sliding up the back of your thigh, fingers hooking under the hem of your skirt with a teasing tug. His grin is all teeth, predatory in the dim backstage light, and you barely have time to inhale before he’s crowding you against the dressing room mirror, the cold glass biting into your shoulder blades.
"Been staring all night, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice rough like he’s already half-gone. "Think I don’t notice how you bite your lip every time I adjust my belt?" His knee nudges between your thighs, pressing just enough to make your breath hitch, his chuckle is dark, pleased, as if the sound alone is proof he owns you. The zipper of his pants is already undone, his cock straining against the fabric, and when he grinds against you, the outline is obscenely visible through the thin material of your skirt.
You don’t even realise he’s lifted you until your ass hits the edge of the vanity, makeup bottles clattering. Johnny doesn’t give you time to adjust, just fists a hand in the fabric of your skirt and yanks it higher, exposing you to the chill of the air, and the hotter weight of his gaze. "Fuck," he exhales. "Look at that. It’ll perfect."
His grip on your hip is bruising, but the pain is secondary to the way his other hand works himself free, the thick length of him slapping heavy against your thigh. He doesn’t bother with foreplay, doesn’t need to, not when you’re already trembling, just lines himself up and pushes in with a groan that’s half your name, half a curse. The stretch burns, but the way your skirt rides up around his waist, still on but useless, makes it feel dirtier than if you’d stripped completely.
Johnny fucks you like it’s a stunt, all precision and practiced rhythm, hips snapping forward until the mirror rattles behind you. His teeth find your shoulder, biting down just shy of breaking skin, and you sob his name, nails scraping uselessly at his biceps. "That’s it," he growls, dragging a thumb over the bulge his cock makes beneath your navel. "Take it. Fucking made for this."
The vanity creaks dangerously under your weight, one of your legs hooked over his arm while the other dangles, toes barely brushing the floor. Johnny’s grip shifts, fingers digging into your thigh to spread you wider, and you whine, half protest, half plea, when he angles deeper, the drag of him hitting something that makes your vision blur. "Jesus," he laughs, breathless. "Look at you. Skirt still on and you’re coming apart."
You can feel the sweat slick between your bodies, the way your shirt rides up with every thrust, fabric clinging to the damp curve of your spine. Johnny’s free hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat, his mouth hot and messy against your pulse. "Gonna fuck you full," he murmurs, and the promise coils low in your gut, hotter than the stretch of him.
The air reeks of sex and spilled cologne, the sharp tang of your arousal mixing with the musk of his skin. Johnny’s rhythm stutters, his hips jerking erratically, and you choke on a moan when he shoves in deep, grinding his cock against that sweet spot until your thighs shake. "Cage—" you gasp, but he cuts you off with a kiss, all tongue and teeth, swallowing your whimpers like he’s starving for them.
Kinktober Day 21: Mating Season/Double penetration
👽: full kinktober list here ➜ 💌
🖇️: Syzoth x gn!reader
❌: NOT Proof Read
⚠️: NSFW/SMUT/kinda long sorry not sorry/he has two dicks/double penny/ambiguous genitalia/it’s mating season? Yeah/hence his behavior/(i fr did research on multiple lizards for this. don’t ask me to elaborate 💀 just enjoy the horny head canon I have for this fic)
★ The first time it happens, you think maybe he’s just having a bad day.
★ Syzoth has always been careful with you—gentle in a way that makes your chest ache, like he’s still learning that he’s allowed to want softly. But today, when Johnny leans against the training room wall and throws you that trademark grin, something shifts.
★ “Hey, looking good out there,” Johnny says, all easy charm and white teeth. “You’ve been working on that footwork, huh? Because—“
★ “They’re busy.”
★ Syzoth’s voice cuts through the space like a blade you didn’t see coming. He’s suddenly there, positioned between you and Johnny with the kind of precision that doesn’t feel accidental. His shoulders are broader than you remember—or maybe it’s just the way he’s holding them, drawn up and back like a warning written in muscle and bone.
★ Johnny blinks. Raises his hands in mock surrender. “Whoa, easy there, Reptile. Just making conversation.”
★ But Syzoth doesn’t move. Doesn’t even acknowledge the nickname that usually makes him sigh with tired amusement. There’s something in his posture that reads like a door slamming shut, and you catch the briefest flash—scales, iridescent and sharp along his jawline, there and gone again before you can fully process them.
★ They’re not the usual muted green.
★ They’re bright. Jewel toned. Almost shimmering.
★ “Syzoth?” You touch his arm, and he turns to you immediately. The tension bleeds out of him like someone cut a string, and suddenly he’s just your Syzoth again—soft eyed and slightly sheepish, like he’s not entirely sure how he ended up in this particular spot.
★ “apologies,” he murmurs. To you. Not to Johnny. “I just….you were in the middle of training.”
★ “I was taking a break, actually.”
★ “Oh.” He glances away. A soft orange hue coloring his cheeks—like he was blushing. But you knew he couldn’t technically—not like a human anyways. And you swear you can see something else beneath it. Something that wants to shimmer. “Right. Of course.”
★ Johnny leaves without further jest, and you pretend not to notice the way Syzoth tracks his exit like a predator watching prey slip just out of range.
•••
★ The second time, you’re in the gardens. It’s evening, all purple/gold light and the smell of jasmine heavy enough to taste. You’re reading—or trying to—but mostly you’re stealing glances at Syzoth, who’s been quieter than usual lately. More watchful. He sits close enough that your knees almost touch, and every so often you feel his gaze like a physical thing, warm and weighted.
★ “You’re staring….” You say without looking up from your book.
★ “I’m admiring.”
★ The words come out rougher than either of you expected. When you finally meet his eyes, they’re different—pupils dilated wide and dark, ringed in gold that definitely wasn’t there this morning.
★ “Admiring,” you repeat slowly.
★ “Is that….not allowed?” There’s something almost nervous in the question, hidden beneath layers of careful control. He shifts, and the movement is liquid smooth, inhuman in a way that usually only happens when he’s comfortable. When he forgets to hold himself in human shape.
★ But he’s not fully shifted now. He’s caught somewhere in between—skin flickering with patterns that race across his arms like living art, colors that seem to pulse with his heartbeat. Emerald. Sapphire. Gold like late afternoon sun.
★ You realize you’ve been staring back.
★ “It’s allowed,” you say quietly. Your book is forgotten now, pages fluttering closed. “You’re just….different lately.”
★ “Different bad??”
★ “Different different.” You reach out slowly, telegraphing the movement, and trace one of the patterns on his forearm. His breath hitches. The colors flare brighter, and you feel the texture of scales rising to meet your touch like a flower turning toward light. “These are new.”
★ “They’re not.” He’s watching your fingers like they’re performing some kind of miracle. “They’re just… more.”
★ “More?”
★ But he doesn’t answer. Just catches your hand and presses it flat against his chest, right over his heart. It’s racing—faster than ever, thrumming with a reptilian quickness you’ve learned to recognize. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, you feel warmth. Actual warmth? Or maybe you were just imagining it—maybe it was you that was warm…you watch as the subtle shift of something moves beneath skin, rearranging itself, wanting out.
★ “I should go,” he says abruptly.
★ “Syzoth—“
★ “I don’t want to—“ He stops. Swallows hard. “You make it difficult to think clearly.”
★ He leaves before you can ask what he means. But the garden still smells like jasmine, and your palm still tingles where scales pressed against it, and you sit there in the fading light wondering when admiring started sounding like starving.
•••
★ The third time, you go looking for answers. The archives are quiet this time of night. You’ve been here for hours, scrolling through texts on Zaterran biology, culture, behavioral patterns. Some of it you already knew—Syzoth has shared pieces of his past with you, careful and slow, like learning to trust you with the sharp edges of his history.
★ But this is different.
★ ‘Seasonal behavioral changes’, one text explains, ‘are common among Zaterran males of reproductive age. Heightened territorial instincts. Increased displays of coloration. A strong drive to establish pair bonds and ward off potential rivals.’
★ Oh that was it? Huh.
★ Wait, Huh?
★ You scroll further, cheeks warming as the clinical language gives way to more detailed descriptions. Courtship rituals. The way Zaterrans signal interest—through color, through proximity, through the careful choreography of protection and presentation. It’s not aggression—not really.
★ It’s wanting.
★ Wanting so fierce it rewrites everything else.
★ And Syzoth has been fighting it. Trying to tamp it down, keep it human shaped and manageable because he thinks—what? That it’ll scare you? That you won’t understand?
★ You close the tablet and sit back, mind racing.
★ He’s essentially been courting you. This whole time. And you’ve been watching him struggle against his own instincts, embarrassed and careful, trying so hard not to be too much.
★ The thought shouldn’t make you smile.
★ It absolutely does.
•••
★ The fourth time—you’re ready. You find him in the training hall, alone, moving through forms with a violence that looks like meditation. He’s fully shifted—all scales and sinuous grace, colors muted in the low light. But when you enter, when he catches your scent or hears your footstep or just *knows* you’re there the way he always seems to, everything about him changes.
★ The colors flood back. Brilliant. Breathtaking.
★ “You don’t have to hide it,” you say.
★ He freezes mid-movement. “Hide what?”
★ “This.” You gesture at him—all of him, human and not, beautiful in every form. “Whatever this is that you think is going to scare me off.”
★ “I don’t—
★ “Syzoth.” You step closer. He tracks the movement like it’s the only thing in the world worth watching. “I know about your—your season. The…bonding behaviors. I’m not scared.”
★ Something complicated crosses his face—relief and mortification and a hunger so raw it stops your breath. “You researched.”
★ “I did.”
★ “That’s…” He makes a sound caught between a laugh and a groan. “Of course you did.”
★ “So you can stop pretending you don’t want to hiss at Johnny every time he looks at me.” Another step. You’re close enough now to see the patterns shifting across his scales, complex and mesmerizing. “And you can stop holding yourself so carefully, like you think I’m going to break..”
★ “I don’t think you’ll break.” His voice drops lower, becomes something with teeth in it. “I think I might.”
★ “Then break,” you whisper.
★ For a heartbeat, he just stares at you.
★ Then he moves.
★ closing the distance with that liquid speed that makes your pulse spike. His hands find your waist—careful still, always careful with you—but there’s a tremor in them now. Want held on a fraying leash.
★ “Beloved—you don’t understand what you’re asking for,” he says against your temple. His breath is warm, slightly too quick. “During mati—he stops himself, unable to say the word in front of you, “The season, I…” He stops. Tries again. “It makes me—possessive. Irrational. I want—“
★ “Me,” you finish. “You want me. I know. I want you too.”
★ The sound he makes is almost a whimper.
★ “Say it again.”
★ “I want you, Syzoth” You tip your head back, meeting those gold ringed eyes. “All of you. However you need to be.”
★ The colors across his skin flare so bright it’s almost bioluminescent. And then he’s kissing you—deep and desperate. like he’s been holding back for weeks and the dam just shattered. His mouth is hot, insistent, different in shape and texture, and you gasp against it as his hands tighten on your waist, pulling you flush against him.
•••
★ His tongue slips past your lips, long and precise, curling against your own in a way that sends sparks straight down your spine. You moan into his mouth, your hands trailing up and down his rough shoulders, pulling him closer.
★ Syzoth groans, the sound vibrating through his chest as he presses his hips forward. You feel the hard lengths of him against your thigh, both cocks straining through his pants, thick and insistent. The realization hits you like a thrill, your core clenching in anticipation. He’s always been careful, restrained, but now? Now he’s unraveling, and it’s all for you.
★ “Mine,” he murmurs against your lips, nipping at your bottom one with sharp teeth that don’t break skin but promise they could. His hands slide down to grip your ass, kneading the flesh as he lifts you effortlessly off the training room mat. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, and he grinds against you, the dual ridges of his arousal rubbing right where you ache.
★ You break the kiss just enough to whisper, “Take me to bed, Syzoth. Now.” Your voice is breathy, teasing, even as your body trembles with need.
★ He doesn’t hesitate. With a low growl, he carries you out of the training room. His strides long and urgent down the dimly lit corridor of your shared quarters. The door to the bedroom barely registers before he’s kicking it shut behind you, the wood slamming with enough force to rattle the frame. He doesn’t set you down gently—instead, he backs you against the wall, capturing your mouth again in a bruising kiss. His hands are everywhere—tugging at your shirt, shoving it up and over your head, then yanking down your pants with impatient efficiency.
★ “So beautiful,” he rasps, “Cricket….always tempting me.” He dips his head to your neck, licking a hot stripe along your pulse point, his forked tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin. You arch into him, urging him on.
★ Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy—twin cocks bobbing, both curving upward, veined and flushed a deep green, tips already beading with precum. They’re thicker than you remember, or maybe it was just because he was in his true form…nonetheless—they pulsed greedily in tandem—as if sharing the same desperate rhythm. Syzoth’s hands roam your bare skin, calloused palms cupping your chest/breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they’re hard peaks.
★ “I need you,” he says, the words laced with that flirtatious lilt even as his grip tightens, irrational possessiveness bleeding through.
★ “I’m yours,” you reply, nipping at his jaw. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
★ That does it. He scoops you up again, tossing you onto the bed with a playful growl that turns feral. You land on your back, legs splayed, and he follows, crawling over you like a predator claiming his prize. His mouth finds your chest/breast, sucking hard on one nipple while his hand pinches the other, drawing a gasp from your lips. Lower still, his fingers trail down your stomach, dipping between your thighs to find you soaked and ready.
★ “Mmm, so ready,” he murmurs, voice husky with approval. Two fingers push inside your pussy, thick, clawed but careful, curling to stroke that spot that makes your hips buck while his other hand strokes one of his cocks, the slick sound obscene in the quiet room.
★ You writhe under him, chasing the building pressure. “Syzoth...”
★ His fingers thrust faster, scissoring to stretch you, preparing you for what’s to come. When he withdraws, you whine at the loss, but then he’s positioning himself between your legs, one cock nudging at your entrance while the other presses between your thighs still.
★ “Breathe,” he instructs softly, that genuinely loving tone cutting through the heat. He kisses you again, slower this time, as the tip of his first cock breaches your entrance. It’s a stretch, burning sweet, and you cling to his shoulders as he sinks in inch by inch. Halfway there, he pauses, reaching down to guide the second cock, slick with his own precum, he nudges at you, pressing both heads between your thighs insistently, begging ti be swallowed up by your body.
★ You relax as best you can, the flirty little spark in your eyes meeting his rather intense gaze. “Give it to me. Both.”
★ With a shuddering breath, he pushes forward. The dual invasion is overwhelming—you’re filled to the brim, walls clenching around his thick length, while you yield to the second, the sensation of fullness making stars scatter behind your eyelids. He bottoms out with both, hips flush against yours, and stills, letting you adjust. His forehead rests against yours, breaths mingling.
★ “mmmh, bug, you feel ssso good,” he groans, starting to move. Shallow thrusts at first, occasionally switching between the two cocks—one pulling out as the other drives in—building a rhythm that has you moaning his name. The friction is intense, every slide hitting nerves you didn’t know you had, pleasure coiling tight in your belly.
★ Syzoth’s pace quickens, possessive grunts escaping him as he fucks you harder. “Mine,” he repeats, one hand pinning your wrist above your head while the other grips your thigh, spreading you wider. His tail—long and sinuous—wraps around your leg, holding you open for him. The colors on his skin flare brighter, pulsing glows as sweat slicks your bodies.
★ You meet his thrusts, rolling your hips to take him deeper. “Yes... harder—mff—ahhngh—“ Your words spur him on, making him double his efforts (literally).
★ He releases your wrist to brace himself, pounding into you with abandon. Both cocks now pistoning together—stretching and filling you completely, the intensity sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you. You grind against his base with every thrust, pushing you closer to the edge.
★ Finally, your orgasm hits, clenching and pulsing, milking his lengths as you cry out. Syzoth follows seconds later, roaring your name as he spills inside you—hot cum flooding you completely and utterly, marking you from within. He collapses onto you, still buried deep, his body trembling with aftershocks.
★ For a moment, you just hold each other, breaths ragged. You smile, tracing a finger along his jaw. Basking in each other.
•••
★ Later, when you’re curled together in the quiet dark, his tail wrapped loosely around your ankle like a living promise, he speaks into your hair. (Or the crook of your neck :3)
★ “Thank you.”
★ “For what?”
★ “For researching—caring.” You feel his smile against your shoulder. “For not running. For letting me be… this.”
★ You lace your fingers through his, feeling the texture difference where scales meet skin. “This is pretty great, actually.”
you grit your teeth, sweat clinging to your forehead as you grip onto Shao Kahn's silk robe, and a little whimper leaves your throat as you grind your clit against his thigh
the throne room is silent except for your moans, and the only evidence that Shao Kahn feels remotely affected is the way his gaze is focused solely on you
he hums, leaning back slightly in his throne as he watches you pleasure yourself on his thigh, skin textured with scales and scars, and you tremble as another wave of arousal leaks from your pussy
"Shao…I don't-what if-" your eyes dart around anxiously around the room, nervous about someone showing up, especially Shang Tsung or Quan Chi
they had a penchant for appearing without any prior notice. at least, the others knocked or only came when called
Shao Kahn grunts, flexing the hard muscle of his leg against you, and you whine, hips stuttering as you momentarily stop
"let them see. then, they will know you are mine." Shao Kahn moves one of his hands from the arm rest to cusp your chin, the entirety of your face engulfed by his thick fingers
underneath the mask, you can feel him smirking at you as your heart races, red eyes glowing in the dim light of the throne room, "now, move. i want to see my favorite consort cum on my thigh."
his hand slaps at the side of your thigh before it returns to its spot on the arm rest, and you nod, readjusting yourself for a second before moving your hips again
he watches, unmoving as you whine and tuck your face away from his view, heat burning through your body as you hump against him like a dog
your shoulders shake along with your legs with the effort, and you groan as your clit grinds over a particularly rough patch on his thigh, scales rubbing directly into the sensitive nub
Shao Kahn tilts his head as you lose your breath, whines coming out high-pitched and needy as you fuck yourself along your thigh, and he hums with contentment as you cum, your body shaking with the pleasure
you let yourself fall against his body in exhaustion, and he raises a hand to squeeze your muscled shoulder before moving both of his hands to wrap around your waist and easily lifts you into his lap
"good." his chest rumbles as he flips you around so that your front faces the emptiness of the throne room, and the praise shoots through you and straight to your pussy as you clench around nothing
he glances down at the mess you've left on his thigh as he hooks your legs around his so that you are spread, and he slides his hand down your chest, giving it a rough squeeze before running it down the length of your stomach
his thick fingers ghost over your sensitive clit, and he runs his hand through your arousal, your need slick and drooling onto his expensive robe
Shao Kahn turns his fingers in the light, as if examining your work, and you squirm in discomfort, heat flushing through your face as he brings his hand back down to rub messy rough circles against your clit
"my favorite consort. my favorite guard. King Jerrod's best reduced down to this." Shao Kahn's voice rumbles, one hand slow and steady against you while the other rubs itself along your thigh, unhurried in its path
"what would he say if he saw you like this? so pathetic and needy for his enemy?" one of his fingers slowly fucks into your pussy, and you whimper as he asks the question, mouth dry as you struggle to answer
"i-i, uh," the words flounder as he slowly slides in another thick fingers into your pussy, and your hips twitch at the stretch
"hm," Shao Kahn says nothing more as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, the sound wet and obnoxious, and your back arches away from him as you pant
the sound of magic appears by the side, and you snap your eyes open, thighs attempting to shut at the sight of Shang Tsung and Quan Chi appearing in the throne room
Shao Kahn's other hand, previously lazily running along your thigh, grips onto the muscle tight, claws digging into he skin, and he growls low into your ear, "do not."
his earlier words echo in your mind, but shame still runs through your body and tears prick at the edge of your eyes as the two of them look at you fully displayed
"shall i come back at a later time?" Shang Tsung, to his credit, does not react much, and Quan Chi stands stock still at his side, glancing away from the sight
"state your business, sorcerer." Shao Kahn grinds his palm into your clit, fingers pressing into your sweet spot, and you fight the whine threatening to spill from your throat
"we have produced a successful clone of Kitana. Quan Chi and i thought you might like to see." Shang Tsung ignores you, head tilted back in arrogance, and Shao Kahn hums at the information as you tremble in his lap
his fingers have taken to fucking into your roughly, the squelch of your pussy apparent and loud in the silence, and you can't help a small whimper as you cum in Shao Kahn's hand, small tears falling from your cheeks in embarrassment
he fucks you through your orgasm as he speaks, "and you are sure she is perfect?"
"who do you think i am?" Shang Tsung quips back quickly, and you can feel Shao Kahn tense underneath you before relaxing, his free hand kneading into the muscle of your thigh
pulling his fingers from your pussy, he lazily wipes it against his robes and lifts you out of his lap and onto the adjacent throne next to his
"i will be back. do not move. we are not done." he cups your face once more, hand lingering for a moment longer than it should before leaving with Shang Tsung
+ Lui Kang, Kung Lao, Raiden, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Syzoth, Shang Tsung, Reiko, Havik
ᥫ᭡ Warnings; MDNI, Sexual Content,
ᥫ᭡ Contains; GN!reader, fluff, smut
Liu Kang;
A lover. He will hold you close, taking you in, memorising your every crease and curve, every bump and scar.
He’s gentle and patient while also being full of zeal and desire.
He’s not one to ask for it per se, he won’t be so blunt about it. It more so happens when one of you will deepen a kiss or shift when cuddling.
He loves you. Your pleasure is his. Seeing you satisfied, not just in bed but being with him, brings him great pride.
Kung Lao;
Likes to give, loves to receive. A 69’er at heart, but enjoys seeing your face more; he takes pleasure in staring you down.
High sex-drive. Can be multiple times a night.
Loves building tension during the day. He’ll teasingly throw slights and jest at you all day; replying to all your questions with sarcasm. Adores back-and-forth banter.
More domestically, he’d love to watch you. No matter what you’re doing, even if you’re just brushing your hair, he’ll be watching you intently.
Raiden;
Slow and steady, almost hesitant. He needs time to build confidence and try out new things.
I feel like he’d want to keep your sex life private. Where Johnny or Kung Lao might brag, he’d rather have only the two of you know. It feels more intimate.
Gentle with you, but can squeeze your skin when he’s close.
Big on aftercare. Will take care of you so well. Food, water, fresh clothes, a warm shower, clean sheets and cuddles.
Bi-han;
He’s not big on sex. He’s too busy, and there are other, quicker ways to relieve stress.
HOWEVER, it’s different with you. He could look at you for hours, studying you, trying to find a reason why he feels this way about you.
Takes you like you’re slipping from his hands. Grips you, hard, anywhere he can; arms, legs, hips, hair, throat, he doesn’t care, he’s grabbing it.
Incredibly spontaneous. You’re almost exclusively bent over something, if not you’re against a wall.
Kuai Liang;
Gives you everything you ever wanted. You will always be satisfied.
90% love-making, 10% fucking. It’s rare, but sometimes just really needs you.
Soft grabs and deep kisses are his go to.
Will let his hands glide up your thighs or your arms, often leading to the removal of clothing.
Tomas Vrbada;
He worships the ground you walk on, would do anything for you without a second thought. On his knees for you.
A begger. “Please” is his favourite word.
Lets you take the reins, giving you the freedom to do whatever you want to him, but is down to take control if you get tired.
Will become an illegible, whiney mess. You make him loose his mind. He loves you, no one else could ever make him feel the way you do. You’re his soulmate.
Johnny Cage;
As much as he loves himself, he reveres you like a deity. Of all the people he could be with, you’re the one he fell for; and he fell hard.
Needs to be able to see your face at all times, but isn’t opposed to doing it from behind, as long as there’s a mirror.
Big fan of you being on top, with him thrusting, he gets to see himself and you at the same time, plus he can control the pace, it’s a no-brainer.
He’s an “anytime, any place” kinda guy., you just have to say the word. Pool, Janitors closet, dressing room, toilets, he’s in.
Kenshi Takahashi;
Loves to feel you close. Skin-on-skin contact is an absolute must. He’s obsessed with your body.
Needs your wrapped around him, his head buried in your neck.
Pillowtalk KING. Cherishes being wrapped up in the covers with you, just holding you, reminding you how much he loves you.
Trusts you fully, you see him at his most vulnerable, he loves not having to be on his guard. Has a small kink for letting you take complete control.
Syzoth;
It’s a weird situation with him, you being warm and him being cold. He cannot get enough of entering you, feeling that warmth, it drives him crazy.
Lasts a long time. Big on edging.
You tend to get caught up in laughing with each other, you’ll just look at each other and giggle. Enhances the feeling tenfold.
Can sandwich you between his cold body and a cold wall, he loves the way you heat up.
Shang Tsung;
You serve him. Seeing you on your knees gets him going.
He never does it laying down, he’s always sitting or standing. You’re either bent over, on his lap, or on your knees.
Crazy for hair pulling, loves pulling you back and staring at the mess he made of your face.
Will reward you, loves when you beg for him, show him you yearn for him.
Reiko;
Post. Fight. Sex.
His adrenaline is high, his chest heaving - still trying to catch his breath, covered in blood, his only thought is you.
Absolutely feral.
From behind, your hair is being pulled, your waist gripped, throat choked, your ear bitten.
Havik;
Likes to be served, 100%.
An exhibitionist. Likes to humiliate you, but also show you off.
Youre HIS. Everyone, from outworld to the neatherrealm to earthrealm, will know about how good he makes you feel.
Will degrade you but simultaneously tell you how good you feel.
Yay I saw you do Hanzo now! I know MK1 is what’s “in” but I can’t forgot some of the men in MK11 😭 anyway can you please write SFW and NSFW headcanons for being in a relationship with Hanzo?
Love Again
A/n── Oh, Hanzo. Tbh, he was one of my first ever sexual awakenings if I'm being completely honest, This is honestly long overdue for him. Finally got around to doing this one, thank you for requesting thins. I am so sorry to keep you waiting, I hope this makes it qorth the wait<3
Tags── Mk11, NSFW, MDNI, Request, GN reader, Mk x reader, Hanzo Hasashi x reader, Headkanons
C/w── Mention of sex, oral sex, bodily fluids, nipple play, mention of bondage
SFW
Gaining the Scorpion's attention, no less his admiration, is a major feat.
Hanzo is a very distant man, only allowing a few fortunate few into his circle.
It wasn't easy getting close to him. Forever scarred by the death of his wife and child, it's been difficult for Hasashi to let anyone in.
But Hanzo isn't obliged to find quick forms of companionship to temporarily soothe his loneliness.
You meet through Johnny or Cassie. They hook you both up because, in their own words, "You both need to get laid."
He lets you in only under the pretence of it being a brief fling; he tells you that from the start. "You may be in love with me, but I urge you to be wary. This will not last between us forever."
Harumi was Hanzo's everything; she can't be so easily replaced. His love and loyalty will always fall back on her despite her death. But he has to admit, he has become very fond of you.
Scorpion is an older man; he doesn't crave much. The desire and thrill for adventure have all but been flushed from his body. He loves the mundane, such as drinking tea with you in the fire gardens.
Hanzo also likes writing poems; he'll read them aloud to you as he lets you lay your weary head on his lap and rest.
Hanzo deny, he likes to show off for you. When he is training with his men, he may show off a bit more, knowing you're watching. Doing advanced feats, hoping to impress you with his strength and speed.
Dates with Hanzo in
You fill his home, and his life in general, with a light he hasn't felt in a while. He won't tell you this thought.
He notices how the men of his Shirai Ryu ogle and admire you. He doesn't feel jealou,s however, in fact, he feels a sense of pride and gratitude knowing that you allow him to have such an intimate relationship with you.
As your relationship goes and you get closer, Hanzo seems to become more and more protective of you. When you're not with him, he often calls you and sends you gifts such as flowers and clothes
Every day, you might be far away from him, but you're very near in his thoughts.
It seems you have grown on the Grandmaster. Perhaps he'll continue this dance with you for a little longer.
NSFW
Sex
Hanzo's relationship with sex is very strained.
When he was Scorpion. The idea of it alluded him. How could he possibly think of such a thing when his wife is dead?
Nowadays, Hanzo has been trying to find a place where he honors his departed wife while trying to move on.
You should feel honoured to know you are his first time in a long time.
The first time you do it, he will carry you to his bed. He'll drape you over the sheets and help you take your clothes off.
There you are, your sweet and supple body lying there, all for him to take.
He'll lose himself staring at you. How long has it been since he's seen something like this? A body so tender, a body yearning for his touch, hungering for his rod.
A shiver runs down his spine as he stares down your body. It's only when you say something, asking if he's alright, that he snaps out of it.
He'll take off his robe, revealing his body to you. The Grandmaster's strong body is so hot and ready for this moment. His erection stands high, stiff and pulsing with desperation.
He'll crawl on top of you; he'll take his finger and just touch your skin. He'll run his hands up and down your body. And that's enough for him, cream oozes from his tip. It really has been a long time, hasn't it?
He leans his head in close; he opens his mouth and starts to lick and nibble at your nipples. He just wants to know what flesh feels like against, what it tastes like.
He only starts fucking you when you start begging him. You're moaning and whining, which finally rouses him out of his reverie. He doesn't say anything, just nods.
He takes your legs and spreads them open. Taking his tool and guides inside of you, but not before taking the tip and rubbing all around the opening. It's been so long that he has forgotten the pleasure of teasing.
Finally, he slides it inside of you; it slips in like a glove. Hanzo closes his eyes as he takes it all in. You feel hot and soft, you moan, and it feels like it makes him harder. He waits a few moments for your body to adjust to his form.
He immediately begins thrusting in and out of you; his strokes are perfect. He's hitting the right spots already. It's like riding a bike for Hanzo as he strokes
This is a wonderful feeling, body grinding against body, flesh digging against flesh. It's heaven, the former spectre from hell is giving you heaven.
You have to hang onto the sheets as Hanzo rocks the bed.
He explodes inside of you, filling every inch of you with his hot cum. Your combined juices merge, and the excess spills out.
The aftercare was amazing. Hanzo will hold you close, he'll whisper in your ear, "Was I good? I didn't hurt you, did I?". He'll tell how beautiful you are. As you drift off to sleep, you swear you hear him whisper that he loves you as he falls asleep.
Sexual Hobbies
Hanzo isn't a very sexual person. His time with the Shirai Ryu taught him to control his urges. When you couple it with the loss of his wife, Hanzo is kind of a prude.
That's where you come in. You encourage Hanzo to explore his sexuality more. So, he tries with you.
Hanzo is a very traditional man; he likes missionary, and prefers only missionary.
He is a little terrified by how sexual you are at first. You do things to his body that he's never even thought of doing with his wife.
Such as blowjobs, he was confused when you got on your knees and took off his pants. He has to cover his mouth as you went crazy with dick in your mouth. "You're insane." He says with a dry laugh.
When you're finsihed he stares at you in fearful fluster. You stare up at him with his cum dripping from your smiling mouth.
His new favourite thing to do with you is shower. The feeling of the hot waterfalling down on him as his hands travel across your body is amazing.
Though he often refuses to shower with you, because neither of you winds up very clean. Instead, they chose to make love the entire time.
He likes to have you pinned against the wall as he takes you.
He enjoys sitting in his sauna with you; you seem to like it too. With the way his skin glistens, the beads of sweat drip down his muscular body. Since it's only the two of you in there, you both sit naked.
Hanzo will spread his legs, allowing a good view of his manhood before the steam obscures your vision.
He likes to pretend to be oblivious to how flustered his sexy body gets you.
Sometimes you'll have sex in the sauna, he'll have you on all fours as he takes you from behind. The hot steam overtakes everything, making it so that you can't see anything. You only feel his thick cock as it pumps into you.
At one point, Hanzo will take a rope and have you tie him to the bed as you ride him. At another point, he'll take the rope and tie you to the bed and fuck you. He likes the feeling of power and control, he likes dominating you, he likes you dominating him.
He likes sleeping naked. He likes it when you sleep naked with him. Nothing can match the feeling of cuddling naked, either; the feeling of both of your hot flesh clinging to each other fills him with a sense of ecstasy.
Sometimes he'll go to sleep while lying on top of you, his dicks still hard and pulsing inside of you after sex. It isn't often, but he likes it when you let him do it.
At one point, your lovemaking grew so intense that you both broke the bed. Hanzo was horrified, but you were too high on the pleasure to care.
Generally, sex with Hanzo was too good for you to worry about many things
Thanks to you, Hanzo has gotten more comfortable with his body.
He doesn't know how long this relationship will last, but he wants to experiment.
Pairing/s: Bi Han (Noob Saibot) x Chubby!AFAB!Reader
Warning/s: NOT PROOFREAD, NSFW (18+) SMUT, body worship, cunnilingus, noob's shadow fucks you, monster fucking (in a way???), bent over the counter, scratches, blood, pain kink
Word Count: 1.6k
Summary: Now with the newfound power of chaos, Bi Han has lately been too occupied with Lin Kuei matters and mending his Earthrealm duties to make time for you. Amidst expressing his apologies to you, you understood the weight falling upon him and told him not to worry.
But his shadow is not so easily eased. Luckily, he had other alternatives.
Author's Note: this is set in a time where bi han finally understood the gravity of his actions and how it led him to his torturous transformation as noob saibot. his well-deserved redemption arc or smth. also i kinda picture bi han's shadow clone as some sort of stand lmao
"bi han."
the firm tone in your voice immediately ceased the grandmaster's restless back-and-forth walking.
he sighed in dejection, "I only believe that I must make up for the unforgivable actions that I have done to you and to my brothers in the past."
you only shook your head in reassurance, "my dear husband..."
the heartwarming impact that struck bi han as you used that term of endearment on him had him melting into a pit of regret and guilt. He was just so determined to atone for the damage he had inflicted upon the people he held so dear. the torture he endured from titan havik's doing and how you all brought him back to the wu shi to be saved despite what he's done, could you blame him for constantly worrying and apologizing?
"i know you are trying your best to seek forgiveness from me, kuai liang, and tomas." you held his dark cold hands to your beating chest, "but you cannot keep cramming yourself to a routine of balancing this and mending your broken vows as earthrealm's defender. You'll burn yourself out. I can see how exhausted you are lately."
bi han scoffs and snorts, "a mere small sacrifice." he steps closer and pulls you in, pressing his forehead onto yours, "I'll take whatever punishment for you."
the familiar security your husband provided drew you in, and the longing to feel him again burned you. how much you've missed him.
"Then at least focus on re-leading the Lin Kuei to its former duties. After that, once there is contentment in it, then we can truly focus on ourselves."
your husband only let out a huff before nodding--begrudgingly agreeing to your offer.
but a certain shadow within him did not feel satisfied enough.
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liu kang and kuai liang arrived at arctika, not shortly after, to discuss the terms and conditions of bi han's atonement. you gave both of them a small reassuring smile, a subtle plea of saying "please hear him out" and escorted them to bi-han's office.
you now busied yourself in the kitchen; boiling tea for your husband and guests. the comfortable orchestra of the snowy winds and chirping crickets filled the evening as the domesticity of being back in the lin kuei filled your soul.
when suddenly, large hands grasped your waist causing you to jump in surprise, and the teacup you were washing almost slipped out of your hold. assuming it was probably just bi han testing out his new teleportation skill on you again, you released a soft sigh and chuckled before turning to face your husband. however, what you didn't expect was the dark facade of bi han's clone.
saibot.
although he wasn't exactly the person you assumed to be, you still welcomed his presence with a light caress on his cheek. a deep rumbling cat-like purr erupted from within his throat as his glowing lidded eyes bore back at yours and his hands continued their journey of rubbing and kneading the softness of your sides. the sharp edges of his gloves─or were they his claws─lightly scratching the fabric surface of your dress, a slight beg to touch the warmth of your skin.
"saibot, is everything alright? where's bi han?" you beamed at the shadow clone, acting as if his touch was not affecting you in any way.
due to his nature as just a clone, saibot could only let out grunting sounds and had to learn certain gestures to communicate─most of the time, he'd resort to just doing what he wanted to do instead of telling anyone. people would say that saibot was only the embodiment of bi han's psych (specifically the chaotic part of him) and only acts what bi han is thinking. but you knew that wasn't true. you knew saibot was capable of making his own decisions; that although in complete control by your husband, the shadow clone has grown a consciousness to choose as he pleases.
like right now.
you wait for an answer from him, but instead, he merely makes a noise of frustration before turning your body with your back to his front─the solid muscles of his chest and abdomen pressed onto you held a chilling cold. he buries his head into the thin muscle of your neck, tangling his face in the warmth of your flesh and inhaling the fragrance of your soap.
a gasp escapes your lips when you feel his fingers grasp the skirt of your dress and flip it upside, revealing your panty-clad bottom to him. you shiver at the breeze that brushed along the surface of your skin causing a wave of goosebumps to tingle your nerves. His movements of rubbing his masked face onto your neck and hands groping every inch of your plush flesh caused an accumulation of wetness to drip onto your panties.
"saibot..." a faded moan under your breathe that, you thought, only fell to your ears, but it seemed like it also reached the clone's
he let out a rumbling groan that vibrated against your back before going down onto one knee. saibot's hands pushed your upper body to slightly bend over the counter and then proceeded to push your luscious thighs apart.
without warning, the shadow clone lunged forward; burying his face between the globes of your asscheeks. you throat down a scream as you feel a wet long muscle slither in the folds of your pussy, kitten-licking your bundle of nerves and occasionally brushing over your clit. he pulls away for a second, just enough to make you recover, before wrapping his strong arms around your thighs to spread your pussy wider and dove back in. short pants and shuddering breaths are the only coherent sounds you can muster up with how aggressively your husband's clone was assaulting your sex.
"ah~ wait... f-fuck─" the muscles in your arms tremble as you try to keep yourself composed, "s-so good, augh~!"
it was so foreign yet so familiar like it knew where all your weak spots were─the tip of his tongue effortlessly finding your g-spot and exploring the moist walls of your cavern. did bi han order him to do this? by the elder gods, you were so going to kill him.
your edge crept up so close to you that you reached back and pushed saibot's head further into your gushing sex, losing yourself to your pleasure.
"yes! right there, please... saibot."
however, it was taken away as saibot pulled away and stood to press his pelvis onto your ass. you let out a whine in annoyance and looked over your shoulder to scold him but that was abruptly silenced. the sight of him so lewd; mask abandoned on the floor, his mouth gaping with his monstrous tongue lolled out and sharp canines exposed while his pearly orbs held a dark shade of pent-up lust.
it was as if he was bi han himself.
you moaned at his lust-filled gaze. the sexual aroma blindfolding your senses driving you to arch your back more with your arms now bent to the elbows, wiggling your rear to rub on his raging hard-on─enticing him.
"more please..."
saibot did not need to be told twice for his giant clawed hands roughly grasped your panties and tore them apart. with the restrictive barrier of your underwear in the way, he admired the glistening slick that he left adorned your waiting hole. saibot made quick of his black pants and belts before revealing his enormous dark-veined ridged covered cock. you stare at the overwhelming size and leaking tip, how the fuck did a shadow come to possess something like this?
you barely had time to register the sight, when the clone suddenly shoved his entire length into you. the stretch of it knocked your consciousness down─your mind completely blank and stunned. he thrusts without a care in the world; barbarously fast, obsessively watching your cunt selfishly swallow the size of him, and possessively digging his claws into the thickness of your waist that they puncture your flesh─your crimson starts to pool out and stain the fabric of your dress.
with your head too caught up in the frenzied state of intense cock-drunkness, your body confused the pain of your wounds as blissful pleasure. an undeniable thirst for it instantly erupts within you, needing more.
your arms weakly push your upper body upward to lean your back abutting his front and saibot's arms immediately enclose around you. he places his head over your shoulder, tilting down to marvel at your bouncing breasts threatening to spill out of the confines of your dress.
his thrusts continue their animalistic pace even as you release a high-pitched moan followed by a shuddering exhale, meaning you were close to cumming.
"c-cumming... aah! kiss me please~!" your desperate pleas controlled by the embarrassment of avoiding being too loud and the heated desire of wanting him to release inside you.
the shadow complied with one of his hands grabbing your chin and smashing his cold chapped lips onto yours─that long monstrous tongue of his overpowering your trembling normal one. he figuratively swallowed your face and your screaming moans with a deep roar as he exploded deep within your cunt; the heavy ropes of his cum shooting up into your womb, overflowing your guts with his seed.
you finally pull away from him, a string of saliva parting you both. a train of exhaustion ran you over as soon as you relaxed in his hold, your eyelids struggling to keep themselves open. saibot stayed inside you while he licked your sweat off your neck, savoring the saltiness of your state.
he then nibbled on your earlobe, "the grandmaster awaits..."
A/N: FUCCCCKKKKK this was a delicious thing to write lmao i love this whole kinktober thing i was literally just writing the entire day because the ideas just kept flowing in HAHAHHAHA
anyways on to the next kinktober fic ! dividers are made by @adornedwithlight and @roseschoices
