#Mk 18

[pedroam-bang]

Civil War (2024)

[premamelody]

revised frisk flowey design plus monster kid feature

the gang

[koisuko]

Hello!

I'd like to request one of the MK1 boys, with a reader (gn) who's pampered and a bit spoiled. They seem like a brat, but in bed, they're actually super obedient and sensitive. Like, they'd begin crying if they thought they did something to annoy their partner.

You can make it as SFW or NSFW as you want, I don't really have a preference. Thank you! ^^

Npnp! Hopefully you like it ❤️ (doing Kenshi because I love him)

Tw: 18+ nsfw, mdni, blind Kenshi, crying, gn reader, brat reader, sub reader, soft dom Kenshi

Kenshi would roll his eyes if there were some in his sockets. Currently, you sat in front of him, whining about an earring somehow lost during a night out. When you asked him for a replacement pair, he declined, in the most delicate way possible. Yet, that didn’t stop you from feeling a bit frustrated. “That was my favorite pair!” You’d pop out your bottom lip to pout, crossing your arms in a pathetic attempt to persuade him but to no avail.

As of late, you’ve been brattier than ever. He had no idea the cause, or how to get you to tone it down a notch. It wasn’t until a potential culprit reared its head. You two hadn’t been intimate in a while, most of his time being consumed by his job. When he did return home, you’d be fast asleep, or he’d be dead tired from hours on his feet. Kenshi considered your frustration both sexually, and in general with him. It made sense however, with the groans after your advances would be rejected out of sleep deprivation. The way you’d eye him constantly, the lip bites not going unnoticed.

One night, he decided it would be the perfect time to get more intimate. His hands gently caressing the small of your back, lifting your shirt slightly to drag his fingers along your skin. His soft fluttery kisses on your face and lips become slower and longer until it was a full on make out session. Being blind, he appreciated the way you felt, your skin so soft and supple. The way you smelt, like honey and vanilla. And the way you sound, your soft moans and mewls under his touch.

It didn’t take long to get into it together. Kenshi layed flat on his back, his hands gripped onto your hips and waiting patiently. He could feel the heat of your core just inches from his tip. Kenshi wanted you to take your time, and set your own pace as this was all about you. Eventually, you managed to slowly set yourself down, whimpering from the feeling of his cock filling you to the brim. You stopped abruptly when Kenshi hissed, gripping onto the flesh of your hips tightly. “W-what’s wrong, did I hurt you?” Before you realized, tears stung at your eyes and trickled down your cheeks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- I just-“ you whispered in a delicate and vulnerable tone. Kenshi chuckled, shushing you with a kiss to your lips, “don’t be sorry, I’m just sensitive that’s all.” His clarification settled your nerves just a little, but it didn’t stop the tears from dripping off your chin and splashing on his abs beneath you. His muscles twitched at the sudden sensation, and his thumb instinctually wiped your remaining tears. Safe to say, that didn’t stop the two of you from finishing what you started.

[bruceawaynefrfr]

btw guys smosh post around 34 videos a month over the 4 channels and mythical post 46 videos a month on 3 channels

[msmk11]

For the last 3 months in a row I've been thinking about James Potter and his dead friends (it's strange to say this, for me they will always be alive) Now just imagine: James complaining that you scratched his entire back, leaving painful marks. But if you ask him if he wants you to stop, he quickly refuses!!!

What do you mean? James Potter and his friends are all happy and alive :) not sure where you got the dead part from….

Also. YES. James Potter loves being marked by you in any way- and he thinks scratch marks are extra hot because that means he made you feel so so good. If you volunteer to stop he’ll look at you like you suggested killing a puppy. He promises he can handle it and that it’s a small price (reward) for getting to watch you come undone for him.

[ottarine]

*Saguru finally back from London*

Kaito: It's to bad that I would see your annoying face again

Saguru: I see that you're really happy to see me.. Also, I will be able to come to your heist again, KID.

Kaito: Seeing you is like finding a grain of sand in my shoe, and once again, I'm not KID! Well, at least he hasn't lost to anyone

Saguru: I see... thank you for your effort while waiting for me and ensures that I'll be the only one to capture you, like I promised.

Kaito: *accidentaly blushes*

Yeah sure, sherlock.. We'll see about that.

[your-rival-perci]

mk isn't a kid either

[darkflierazura]

[dei2dei]

KOMBATOBER 2024: Day 18: character ending redraw (*rewrite)

I don’t know whose ending—or what ending—I’d rewrite. Kabal’s ending with Sareena in it is *so* what the fuck, it makes no sense to me, so I’d nip her out of that (he can have Kia or Jataaka. Sareena and Bi-Han have established their Thing).

I just. What. What is this?

[koisuko]

Could you do one with MK1 Kuai Liang and female reader going skinny dipping together?

Tw: fem reader, mdni, nudity, somewhat established relationship, no use of y/n, only nudity nothing else really

Time and time again, dates with Kuai Liang consisted of more traditional ideas. Walks on the trails of the forest, watching the sunset above the horizon, or having tea in the floral gardens. It was all very sweet, but you desperately craved adventure - something often overlooked by a traditional man such as him. You thought about the idea of a hike, or maybe a horse ride, but even those sounded too bland. Then the idea of skinny dipping came to your mind. It was perfect, you thought, both out of your comfort zone and intimate. You remember seeing hot springs on one of your strolls through the woods, perfect this time of year.

Was it a good idea? Sure, in your mind it was, the problem was getting Kuai on board with it. “Can he even swim?” You muttered, your hands busying themselves with bags of oolong tea. Your plan was to soothe his mood with the hot beverage, then bring up the date one way or another. The worst that could happen is a no, in which there’s always other things to bring up, yet you still felt nervous about his potential reaction.

Right on cue, Kuai glides through the doorway of the temple’s kitchen, his skin glistening with the sweat of training with new students. He makes his way straight to you, gingerly wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and resting his head on your shoulder. With a sigh, he nuzzles his head further into the crook of your neck. “I missed you today, my flame,” he whispered, his voice muffled by his lips on your skin. “Me too, love,” just as he released you, you turned around with the tray of tea, “I thought we could have some tea together.”

The steaming liquid seared your lips, hissing in response and giggling at your mistake. Kuai knows you, maybe too well. He knows when there is something on your mind. You seemed away, your eyes vacant and deep in thought. A hand on yours broke you away from your gaze with the tea cup, “is something troubling you?” Concern was written on his features, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. It’s now or never, you thought. “I’m fine, I just..” you paused for a moment, contemplating how to word it the best way without completely embarrassing yourself. A blush began forming on your cheeks before you finally spoke, “would you like to um..go swimming tonight at the hot springs?” You may have left out the nude part, but that’s not a big detail..right? “Sounds relaxing, I would love to.”

It was beautiful, the moonlight bouncing off the ripples on the surface of the hot springs. A blanket of condensation settled just over the surrounding area, creating a warm atmosphere to contrast the chill of the night air. Crickets chirped, and distant owls sang their songs, a backdrop to a romantic night. The two of you settled on a nearby rock, overlooking the scene just as you both arrived. Kuai Liang seemed to busy himself with admiring the view of the stars above. With that, you took the opportunity to undress - completely, and slink into the warmth of the water. You tentatively reached out a hand towards him, praying he didn’t see the slight shiver of nervousness in your gesture.

To your surprise, he obliged rather quickly. Within a few minutes, he was beside you, his muscle relaxing under the heat. You had a clear view of his entire body beneath the water. It was a glorious sight, so much so you could see stars already. The droplets trickled down his perfectly sculpted arms, cascading down the contours of his biceps and broad shoulders. The pristine beads seemed to trace the carvings of his scars, and hug the lines of the tattoo you adore. Eventually, your eyes trailed up to meet his deep brown pools already looking at you. His gaze mirrored your own, admiring the way the water cupped your breasts, and watching the droplets with jealousy as they kiss places he wishes his lips were.

Beneath the canvas of stars, the two of you sat in silence for only moments, yet it felt like an eternity, taking in every detail of one another. Before finally, you two inch closer. He placed a gentle hand on your cheek, caressing the soft skin before dipping down to capture your lips in his. Passion in the beauty of nature, the time and place all but forgotten.

[odditycircus-2002]

So you know that one ask you did about Medusa Reader and Baraka kissing like Harley and Ivy? Well, now I can't stop thinking about the time Harley and Ivy canoodling for the first time and waking up next to each other, shocked and embarrassed, but make it Medusa and Baraka.

A/N: One awkward moment between the monster couple, coming up! 😈😈😈

“One Night”

Starting off slow and simple, becoming one in each other's embrace with Baraka buried deep in your heat. Your tongues slide over the other and occasionally coiling around each other, until both of your break for breath. His forehead pressed against your own in a silent vow.

"I won't ever break your trust."

Baraka seemed to say.

...

Empress Mileena was generous to give you and Baraka rooms at the Palace during the feast meant to honor the latter for long overdue recognition for his service towards the Empire. It's been awhile since you slept in a real bed. While you've grown accustomed to sleeping on a mat while working with the Tarkatan Colony, you'd be lying if you said a part of you sometimes didn't miss the simple luxury of a soft bed, and warm comforters; or the wine from the Palace's winery that you may have gone a bit overboard with if the dull throbbing in your temple is any indicator. You must have also enjoyed the festivities too much as well because, you're lower half, especially the pelvic region feels sore.

'Oh well,'

You absentmindedly think to yourself as you turn on your side, digging yourself more into the comforters which smelt of old leather and dust mix with that familiar sour tang of Tarkat, very similar to Baraka. Speaking of, when you cracked an eye open to spot the former tribune sleeping before you, looking far more peaceful than you could recall in your memory.

'Wait...'

"Y/N!?!"

Baraka reacts a nanosecond faster than you as he jumps away from you in bed, his bed, not caring how the bedsheets fall away from his pelvis as he does so, exposing a plethora of bite marks and claw marks. At the same time, you wrap the comforter around you and will your snakes to wrap around your eyes, with your bat-like wings acting as extra security to your naked body. Baraka swore profusely under his breath as he turned his head away from you.

"This was a grave mistake. I shouldn't have done this! I shouldn't have done this! I shouldn't have done this!"

The former tribune and merchant red eyes a widened in panic as he starts scrambling for his clothing. All the while hastily searching for the serum he knows you keep in your belt, nearly tearing up the room in his search. You, however, have a much calmer reaction as you start to redress; well, as much as you could, since some of your undergarments were torn to ribbons. Luckily, your mask remained untouched on the bedside table.

But then as the night grew longer, you soon found yourself pinned down your stomach, blindly clawing at the pillows and tearing the sheets. Behind you, is a bestial man pounding his hips against your ass, one hand pushing down on the back of your head, your snakes coiling tightly around his wrist as if intending to never let him go, and the other gripping your hips so tightly that thin lines are left in your F/C scales.

"Oh! Baraka! Baraka! Bara- KAAAAHHHHH!!!"

"The passionate fornication or the drinking?"

You try to awkwardly joke which went completely over Baraka's head, who tore open a wardrobes door off its hinges.

"Both! All of it! Where's the anti-tarkat serum, Y/N? I know without a shadow of a doubt that I've infected you with my disease! Perhaps if we give it to you now, it'll completely eradicate the disease itself before it can take ahold of you!"

The Tarkatan brow furrows deeply as he starts to hyperventilate, his expression taking on that of a panicked animal.

"Where is it?"

"Baraka, it'll be alright,"

"Where it it?!? "

"We were both drunk and so our judgements were clouded,"

WHERE IS IT!?!"

"BARAKA!"

The latter whips his head around in his direction, his heart ready to burst from his chest, before he feels the frozen blood in his veins melting at the sight of the familiar yellow liquid in your hands. You then speak in a calm and assuring voice.

"I have it, right here."

You then proceed to rake off the protective covering on the needle and inject it into your neck, biting back a grunt of pain as the large needle penetrates into a major neck artery. Yet, it was worth it to see the panic and anxiety melt away from Baraka's twisted face. You give him a gentle smile, even though you know he can't see it behind your mask. This reprieve, however, is shattered, once again by Baraka.

"I put you in danger."

Your dear friend then leaves the room, slamming the door behind him before you could protest. You get up to follow after Baraka, his name on your lips before they die out before they could even uttered. Yet, as soon as you take a couple steps outside the room, you stop.

‘What if Baraka’s right?’

You think to yourself. Before you can stop yourself, your mind goes into Apothecary mode. You reason to yourself how you always would quarantine anyone who comes into contact with a plague, especially after close contact. You and Baraka definitely fell under that category. The only reason why everyone in court was able to celebrate with Baraka was because Mileena and other courtesans were wearing masks per your and your peers’ recommendation. You made long physical contact with Baraka without any mask or protection in more ways than one. Tarkat’s transmission is largely unknown, but it’s reasonable to think the more contact, the higher the chance of infection.

'That settles it,'

You give yourself a heavy sigh before resigning to pull out some parchment and ink from the thrown desk to write a letter for Baraka to pass on to Empress Mileena. You first instructed the Empress to burn the bedsheets and wipe every surface head to toe in the most distilled alcohol they have while taking the utmost caution to wear proper protection. Secondly, you explain that you'll be staying in the guest chambers that Mileena has provided for you for the next 28 days, strongly emphasizing how no one is to enter until the quarantine is over for the safety of all in the palace.

After finishing the letter, you exited Baraka's room before swiftly returning to yours. You enter your room just as Baraka enters the hall and enters back into his room. Meanwhile, you lock your room's door behind you. You lean back against the door before slumping onto the ground and bury your head into your knees.

'Focus on your breathing. Inhale for 2 seconds, hold for 4 more, then release at 8.'

You try to focus on your own advice and keep calm lest you make any possible tarkat infection worse. As a Healer who decided to pursue the cure of Tarkat, you were always aware of the high probability of infection and even death. You had long since resigned yourself from those odds because they were a given in your chosen profession. However, while you did feel some fear at the looming threat of infection, it's overshadowed by the possibility of Baraka blaming himself for infecting you in the first place. You fear that infection could break Baraka's indomitable determination.

Your eyes burn with tears, wanting to spill out, and your throat's walls begin to close in on themselves. You have no regrets about that night, not when you got to hold Baraka close to you without any barriers. But, you may just come to pray that night never happened should worse come to worse.

'I just hope it wasn't all a mistake.'

Playlist while writing this:

"Flesh" By Simon Curtis

"Higher" By Michael Buble

"Hypnotized" By Simon Curtis

[siffrinstardust]

if anyone gaf…its my birthday tomorrow (21st)…..im becoming old…….🥹

[nocternalrandomness]

F/A-18F departing El Centro with live Mk82 bombs

[then-be-a-warrior]

Me trying to create and finish all of my editing ideas before TikTok is gone.

[drakudoll]

Hey, I hope you’re doing well! Any chance you can write about reader being in love with Bi Han but she thinks he’s in love with Sektor but he’s actually in love with reader? I been needing the angst after the dlc 😔

Hello! i actually no longer write Bi-han as i struggle the most with his character and i cannot for the life of me understand how to portray him in a romantic/sexual light

My apologies! I do hope you find someone to write this lovely idea ^_^

[rayonago]

Everyone complaining about Kitanas fortnite censorship are so fucking crazy.

No they are not going to show her bare ass to five yr olds. Or like 2/3 of her chest. WHY ARE YOU SO DUMB