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Shang got a Rabbit…

👽: silly rabbit, he’s giving you kids! No…? Alright…

🖇️: Rabbit Hybrid/Demi Human!Reader x Shang Tsung

✅: Proof Read

⚠️: (N)SFW/AFAB!Reader/Captive x Keeper/Little bit of a slow burn/Soft power dynamic/implied breeding kink/Reader has rabbit traits (ears, tail, shorter build etc.)/Finger fucking/Table sex/cream pie/Smut stuff RAHHH 🗣️

★ Uncomfortable. The lab was sterile, cold, and unwelcoming. Perched on a steel table, legs dangling shyly over the edge, your posture was small—hunched slightly forward, arms tucked close to your sides. You were tired, wearing the day’s issued shift: soft blue, boxy, mid-thigh.

★ You were anxious, ears twitching atop your head in sync with your nerves.

★ Shang Tsung watched you with a scalpel-like gaze—sharp, cutting, clinical. But amused. “Oh, you are a delicate thing, aren’t you?” he murmured, more to himself than to you.

★ You didn’t speak. Just blinked—wide-eyed. Like prey that freezes once the predator sees them. Corners them. Captures them.

★ He reached forward, gloved fingers brushing your chin. With a single knuckle, he tilted your face upward. You didn’t resist. Your nose twitched, ears drooping slightly at the touch. Curious. Submissive. Not broken….just used to fear. A docile little creature, caught and caged.

★ “You’re quieter than I expected. Most hybrids snarl, kick, bite.” He paused, tilting his head. “But you’re more prey than predator.”

★ His tone wasn’t cruel—just cold. Clinical, with a thread of entertainment. He was enjoying this more than he’d admit. He stepped closer, arms clasped behind his back.

★ Then, without warning, one hand reached out again, brushing your shoulder. His fingers trailed along your collarbone—light as air. You stiffened.

★ “Your musculature is humanoid,” he said, like dictating notes to a student. “But your build… mm. Light. Fragile. Not built for kombat. For running, perhaps.” He circled you, and you tried not to flinch.

★ “Your ears,” he continued, lifting one gently. The fur was impossibly soft. Your breath caught; the ear twitched in his grasp. You didn’t move—but you made a sound. A soft, involuntary hum. Barely audible.

★ He smirked. “How sensitive,” he murmured, intrigued. His hands moved to your legs. You jolted at the first touch but didn’t pull away. He pressed gently to your thighs, testing the muscle. Still detached—but closer now. Too close.

★ “Still,” he said, “I wonder how much of you is rabbit… and how much is—”

★ His fingers wandered too low. It was unintentional—he had been examining your spine. But instead, he found your tail. A small, velvety nub of fur. Soft and round, like a puff of cloud.

★ You squeaked. A sudden, high-pitched, innocent sound—startled and unbidden.

★ Shang Tsung froze. He hadn’t expected that. Your body curled inward, eyes wide, cheeks pink. And strangely—he felt heat rise in his own face.

★ Not much. Just a flicker of color in his otherwise composed demeanor. He withdrew his hand slowly, as if he’d touched something not just forbidden, but…. personal. “I see,” he said, voice notably lower. “Highly sensitive.”

★ Your ears drooped in embarrassment. You blinked up at him, watching as his eyes slowly traveled over you. Something shifted—a hairline crack in his detachment. You weren’t just a specimen. You had thoughts. Feelings. You squeaked when touched.

★ You were adorable. How troubling…

•••

★ You didn’t know when it changed. Maybe it was when his voice softened. Or when he started waiting until after you ate to touch you—never before. Maybe it was when he began bringing a blanket, draping it over your legs when the sterile chill of the lab made you shiver. But something shifted.

★ The next time he visited, he brought a small tray of fruit. Not food pellets or rations—real fruit. Sliced and arranged: figs, strawberries, watermelon cubes, and slivers of peach so thin you could see light through them.

★ “Eat.” He said simply, placing the tray beside you. You blinked up at him again—cautious. He watched as your hands, still resting timidly in your lap, slowly crept forward. Your fingers brushed a piece of peach.

★ “Wait.” His voice halted you. You froze mid-reach, eyes darting up to his. He leaned in, plucking the fruit himself. Holding it between two fingers, he lifted it to your lips. Your breath hitched.

★ “…Open,” he said—half suggestion, half command. You obeyed. Lips parting as he slipped the peach just barely past them, fingers brushing your bottom lip. You chewed in silence. He watched—just as silently.

•••

★ That evening was especially quiet. The air held a stillness—soft, heavy. You sat on the exam table, as usual, legs swinging idly. Shang stood before you, his gloves removed this time. Bare hands. He reached for your ears again, brushing one with his thumb and forefinger, rubbing slow, careful circles into the base. You would have purred if you could. So you leaned into his touch instead.

★ “You enjoy this,” he murmured—not a question. You nodded faintly. “It calms me…”

★ Shang’s gaze darkened—not with anger, but interest. “Of course it does. You were designed to be touched gently, weren’t you?” He leaned in, breath warm on your cheek, nose ghosting near your temple. You didn’t pull away.

★ His fingers trailed to your jaw, tipping your face upward. Your legs stilled. His knee now brushed between yours at the table’s edge, subtly anchoring you.

★ “Tell me if you wish to stop…” he said. It was the first time he’d ever said that. You blinked up at him, cheeks warm, your silence speaking in quiet consent.

★ That was all he needed. His mouth pressed to your neck—warm, deliberate. A low hum vibrated against your skin as he kissed along the curve.

★ “Skin temperature elevated,” he murmured against your throat, smug and amused. “Respiration uneven. Twitch response—intact.” He nipped you lightly, and you gasped. “Very intact.”

★ Your hands gripped the edge of the table—not out of fear, but restraint. Your ears twitched, now wildly, and he chuckled softly. “You hate how much you’re enjoying this,”

★ You did.

★ But you also loved being the only one allowed this. The only one not turned into a creature. The only one he treated like…like something more than a project. Something closer to a—

★ “What does this make you?” he asked suddenly, as if reading your thoughts. His tongue traced the place his lips had just left. “A failed test?” Another kiss. Slower. “A pet?” Another. “A partner?” You trembled. He felt it.

★ “…A pet partner?” he whispered with a grin you could feel. There was self deprecation in his tone, despite his words being directed at you. It was so wrong—all of it. And yet, his lips grazed just beneath your ear, nipping the lobe, making your whole body jolt. You leaned forward slightly, instinctively, as if your heart were reaching out before your pride could stop it.

★ He pulled back from your throat, only a breath away. His eyes scolded. His mouth hung open slightly, looking at you like he wasn’t sure whether to worship you—or ruin you.

★ He chose both.

★ “Damn you…” he growled, then kissed you. Not a question. Not a warning. A collision. Your gasp was swallowed as he pressed fully between your knees, the table biting into his thighs even more so, arms caging you in. Not with menace—but desperation. His hands—accustomed to dissecting—now clutched your waist like a lifeline. Your fingers gripped his robes, needing something to hold as the floor beneath logic gave way.

•••

★ His tongue teases—demanding entrance. You yield without hesitation, moaning into his mouth, drawing a shudder from his frame. Without preamble, he lifts you—effortless, precise—only to shift your weight slightly. The fabric of his robes drag between your thighs as he presses forward.

★ His hand slides up your thigh now—more confident, somehow more reverent. He palms your tail again, chuckling against your lips, the sound soft, almost affectionate. As though he’s grown fond of how sensitive you are.

★ As if he delights in being the only one who knows just how soft you really are. One hand cradles your cheek, thumb grazing over flushed skin. “I tried to be clinical,” he murmurs between kisses, breathless, “truly…”

★ “I studied you, dissected you in thought,” he continues, lips trailing along your jaw, then down your throat—biting this time, soft at first. “But you’re not a puzzle. Not a sample.” The next bite is harder, coaxing a whine from your lips as your thighs squeeze around him.

★ “You’re maddening.” He grinds into you now—deliberate, slow—and you feel every aching inch through your thin shift. It makes your back arch, your ears twitching in helpless response. He growls lowly, desperate for more friction. “What do you have to say for yourself?” he murmurs, lips dragging downward. “Hm… rabbit?”

★ You don’t answer. Not with words. You don’t trust your voice. Instead, you roll your hips forward—grinding against him, fingers curling into his hair, guiding his mouth back to yours.

★ This kiss is messier, hungrier. His hand slips beneath your shift—finally—touching you bare. He groans, low and primal, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re soft everywhere…” his fingers ghost between your thighs. You gasp, again and again. “Even here. And so wet—for me?” His grin is sharp, wicked. “From a kiss?”

★ Your legs twitch closed instinctively. He holds them apart with ease. “Ah-ah…” he chides gently, “let me see all of you.” His fingers slide along your slit—teasing, never entering. And you ache. Gods, how you ache.

★ But he doesn’t rush. Though he could. Though he wants to. He restrains himself, treating you like some delicate chotchkie—collected, preserved, treasured. No reason to damage what is so perfectly his.

★ Now you’re laid across the lab table, that irritating little shift shoved up over your hips. Your legs are parted by his palms, your tail twitching against the cold surface, soaked, trembling, laid bare beneath his gaze.

★ “Look at you,” he purrs. “Quivering like prey… but not running. Is this bravery, little rabbit?” His fingers trace the inside of your thigh, featherlight.

★ “No answer,” he croons. “Typical of you.” Two fingers slide just a bit deeper, dragging through your slick arousal.

★ You buck, your ears folding back in shame and longing. His thumb presses lightly to your clit—just enough to make you sputter, not enough to satisfy. “So sensitive here…” He rubs a slow, torturous circle before suddenly—finally—sinking two fingers into you.

★ You cry out, one hand clawing the edge of the table. He groans at the feeling—like your body wants him, recognizes him.

★ “Tight little thing,” he grunts, voice thick with hunger. “But a perfect fit, nonetheless—like you were bred for this.” Your body jolts. His smile turns devilish.

★ “Oh?” he hums. “That word makes you squirm, doesn’t it?” His fingers curl inside, dragging slow and cruel against your walls. “Don’t tell me… that’s what you want. To be filled? Claimed? Used?” His pace quickens slightly. Your thighs tremble. “You want me to ruin you, is that it?” His voice drops, breath ghosting your ear. “To fuck the science out of you—until all that’s left is instinct?”

★ You whimper. That’s all you can do. Head tipped back, lips parted, eyes glazed. Helpless under his hand.

★ “No wonder I spared you,” he growls, dragging his fingers out, spreading you with his thumb while gazing down at the glistening proof of your need. “You really are a pet. One that sits where I place you…. and shakes when I touch you.”

★ You moan again, hips rocking against his hand. Desperate now. Unguarded.

★ “Does that sound about right?”

★ You nod. Slowly. Ears drooped, eyes half-lidded, dazed by the cadence of his voice. He scoffs—disgustedly aroused, then slams his fingers back inside. Faster. Deeper. Possessive. Punishing.

★ He’s rutting against the table now, clothed shaft pressing into your thigh. The evidence of his own need—hard and impossible to ignore.

★ “I could breed you. Right here.” His voice is shaking. “On this damned table. Fill you so full you forget your own name.” His thumb never stops—faster, firmer now. Perfect. Your hips rock erratically—stuttering. You’re unraveling.

★ Before you can stop it—you break. Fast. Embarrassingly fast. His gaze sharpens, ravenous, drinking in every twitch and cry as you spill around his fingers.

★ Trembling. Locking. Clinging to him. You arch, ears flopped back, tail twitching uncontrollably. He doesn’t stop—he draws it out, rubbing you through it, curling his fingers deeper, plucking those needy, broken sounds from you.

★ Only when your body slackens, twitching in the afterglow, does he withdraw. His fingers are slick, glistening. He watches you with dangerous calm—then licks them clean, slow and deliberate. “Delicious,”

★ He doesn’t move. Not yet. He just watches—as if still deciding which part of you he’ll take next.

•••

★ It didn’t take long—his decision—after that. Robes discarded, his form now settled between your parted thighs, the heat of him almost unbearable. His chest is bare. You’ve never seen him like this…. unarmored. There’s something disarming about it—his body, sculpted yet strangely soft, human in a way he rarely allowed to show. But his eyes? Starving. Like he’s waited lifetimes to do this.

★ “This is what you were designed for.” His voice is low, cruel in its certainty. A sharp thrust against your core makes you cry out—his cock pressing hotly against your entrance. “To be bred. To be mine.”

★ You nod without thought. Not even trying to form words. You can’t, not when the truth of it is so blinding. Then—you actually comprehend seeing him. Hard. Heavy. Veined. The kind of cock that promises ruin. The kind that leaves its shape inside you long after it’s gone. Your breath catches just at the sight.

★ “Scared, little rabbit?” His grin is slow, feral. “Or just eager?” He slides forward, skin to skin, dragging his cock along your soaked slit. Just teasing, gliding over your clit with maddening precision. His restraint is hellish. Every pass makes your hips buck upward, pout building with every denied inch.

★ His breath shudders as he murmurs, taking in the pathetic little expression on your face. “I’ll give you what you want….but know this isn’t curiosity.” His cock notches your entrance, “Not some experiment. Not a game. You’re mine to keep.”

★ And in one single, devastating stroke—he’s inside. Fully. Completely. Stretching you to the core. A sound spills from your lips—raw, broken, unlike anything you’ve ever made. (You didn’t know anyone could pull that from you.)

★ Shang Tsung groans—a sound deep and low, something unholy. His hands slam down beside your head—dropping to his forearms, nose to nose and caging you in.

★ He stills, and lets you feel it—all of him. The thickness. The twitch of him inside you. His cock pulses, and you can feel his heartbeat through your walls. You’re shaking, overwhelmed by the utter fullness of it all. And then—he starts to move. And gods—does he fucks you.

★ Deep, grinding thrusts, angled to find that spot inside that made your foot thump. He grunts against your neck, biting softly at the same spot he had been abusing this entire time. Your legs wrapped around him tighter in response, his hips snapping harsher, pounding into you with more force.

★ “I’ll fill you,” he grits out. The table creaking beneath you, “You’ll take every drop—every inch. And when I’m done—when you’re leaking—you’ll still beg for more.”

★ He grabs both plush ears with one hand, tugging your head back. His mouth finds your throat again, then your jaw, your lips...

★ You were close. So fucking close…the tension curled deep in your belly—wound tight, about to snap. “You like this, Being my undoing….” He says, bittersweet with his tone. Like it was all your fault he lost his common sense.

★ It’s what makes you come a second time. To be honest. Just knowing how composed this man always is—yet with you—he’s an insatiable mess. You’re sobbing while clenching around him, fitted like a glove, body limp as you take him. One, two, three more aggressive snaps of his hips and he spills inside you. Deep, hot and endless. You feel it, ropes of him, thick and warm.

★ Filling you until it drips down your thighs. His teeth are in your neck like they belonged there and nowhere else. His hands in your hair, gripping your plush ears, voice shaky, strangled as he whispers praises in a language you couldn’t pin down. He stirs your insides, pushing to the hilt, and then some.

★ He stays inside you, breathing hard, body still shaking with the effort of not breaking you.

•••

★ He doesn’t leave, doesn’t dress, isn’t retreating. He’s staying right there, half-draped over your trembling body, one hand stroking the curve of your hip like you’re glass. He presses a kiss to your temple.

★ “I’ll clean you,” he murmurs. “Then I’ll feed you.” His fingers brush over your belly, as if to mark the warmth left inside.

★ You groan in embarrassment, ears flat against your skull and tail twitching in that all too familiar way. He just chuckles.

★ The two of you laid there dazed for a few moments longer, his hand on your thigh, lazily tracing patterns, his cum still dripping from you onto the table. You barely registered his soft promises of spoiling his pet rotten.

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click4rainy · 21 days ago

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Hello again! Thank you for the Fujin headcanons for starters, they were amazing! I had an idea for another request if you're interested. If you're open to writing for poly relationships, could you maybe do a one-shot (or headcanons if you would prefer) with liu kang and kitana, and reader who is absolutely smitten with the both of them? Like, goes from (at least trying) to appear cool collected to walking into poles type smitten. If you want a hint of angst, maybe the two of them have gotten together recently, and reader starts distancing themself a little, not out of anger or jealousy, but out of worrying of doing something stupid to ruin their friendship with the two? I'd prefer it have a happy ending though. You can add smut if you want, or you can keep it completely fluffy, I'll leave that up to you. And feel free to play around with the idea too if you feel inspired, I just wanted to be sure what I sent in wasn't too vague (If you were able to make it a chubby reader as well I'd appreciate it, but I totally understand if not 💖)

(I imagined this mostly in the mk11 continuity i suppose, but if you wanna go for another feel free!)

Thank you!!

One, Two, and Three//Closed Triad Head Canons/One Shot Scenarios

👽: ouiii!! I liked this a lot! I hope I was able to capture what you had in mind. (Sorry it took a phat minute to get out 😭🫶🏼)

🖇️: (MK11) Liu Kang x Reader x Kitana

📖: You weren’t meant to fall for a princess and a prophet. But Kitana looks at you like you’re already royal. And Liu Kang holds you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded….

✅: Proof Read

⚠️: (N)SFW/Smut/GN!Reader/Emotional hurt/Comfort/ Threesome/Poly Activities/Love triangle but make it healthy

💚 Realization

★ At first, it was just Liu Kang. How could it not be? He moved with grace that felt impossible—all quiet intensity and kind smiles, and gods help you when he sparred—focused, respectful, almost reverent in how he met his opponents. Almost. He looked like the sunrise made a person, and it was incredibly inconvenient.

★ So.…you tried to play it cool. You were composed. Balanced. Collected, even. Until you weren’t. It came to an abrupt halt when you accidentally walked face first into one of Raiden’s temple pillars while watching Liu Kang laugh during drills. You claimed a ‘spiritual revelation’ You’re still not sure if anyone bought that….

★ And then there was Kitana. Elegant, sharp eyed, patient—but also warm in her own quiet way. You started training with her more, saying it was beneficial for both of your training. She didn’t argue. Just indulged. Her focus, though, the way she corrected your form with the softest touch on your wrist, her laugh when you said something self deprecating but true…

★ Yeah…your heart was neatly split in two.

★ You were simply the ‘go to’ friend for either party. Kitana and you would train together often, sharing close moments, flirtatious jabs and genuine friendship in the quiet aftermath of hard days that pushed you to your absolute limits.

★ And Liu Kang would find you during garden walks, or when you were meditating. Sharing the silence with you, asking you simple questions like “Do you prefer green tea or oolong…?” You entertained his curiosity, every time. It was…cute, attractive even…. Especially with how he began bringing your preferred tea option during your attempted solidity. It made you feel….special, in a dumb, grade school kinda way.

★ And then—it happened. You overheard it by accident. Liu Kang and Kitana, talking in low, affectionate tones. He called her beloved, and she leaned into his side, her fingers brushing his hand.

★ You smiled. Said nothing. And walked the long path toward your quarters with a twisting, sinking feeling in your chest you didn’t want to name.

★ You pulled away, not out of anger, or jealousy. Which was a relief to your own self. You didn’t want to be bitter about their happiness. You felt that you just…. Needed space, was all. You were so obviously flustered around them that it felt dangerous now. What if you said something stupid? What if they noticed? What if you messed everything up and lost two amazing friends?

★ So, you trained alone more. Took missions farther away. Ate meals at odd times to avoid the busy mess hall. But they noticed. Of course they did….

•••

💛 Confrontation

★ “You’ve been avoiding us,” Kitana said one evening, arma folded, with a touch of worry in her voice.

★ “I—what? No. I’ve just been, uh, busy….” You winced. Smooth.

★ Liu Kang tilted his head, concern softening his usually sharp features. “You don’t have to lie to us. We miss you.”

★ You opened your mouth. Closed it. Like a fish out of water, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. Jeez, they were really putting you on the spot, huh?

★ Kitana’s eyes softened. “Is it because of us…?” she motioned between herself and Liu. “Me and Liu Kang?” You swallowed hard. “I just didn’t want to…overstep. Or—or make things weird. You two are….youre amazing. Together. And I’m—“ you gestured vaguely, “you know…just a friend.”

★ There was a silence. Not uncomfortable. Just charged.

★ “You think we haven’t noticed?” Liu Kang asked, and the way his tone lilted at the end made your stomach flip. Kitana took a step closer. “You are far from just a friend.”

★ Liu Kang moved to your other side. “In fact, Kitana and I have been talking, discussing this, us…”

★ Oh no.

★ And suddenly, the air felt hot. They flanked you, two divine beings, wearing matching smiles—equal parts kind and mischievous. Kitana brushed a hand down your arm. “You’re rather easy to fluster, you know.”

★ You coughed. “That’s—that’s slander—“

★ “Is it?” Liu Kang asked, just as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering. You were walked back into the nearest wall.

★ Ever since then, you’ve been a trio. A throuple, a closed triad. Whatever the label, it didn’t matter. You were together.

★ You aren’t just lovers. You’re a found family. You’ve been through war, betrayal, resurrection, and loss. Your bond is stronger than fate itself babes.

•••

❤️ SFW Head Canons

★ Liu Kang is actually the best cook you know. Kitana still critiques like royalty of course. And you just enjoy being there, taste testing Liu Kang’s food and passenger critiquing with Kitana.

★ You have a massive bed in your quarters that Kitana initially deemed ‘indulgent’ but now fully supports. (You knew it was a good idea) The three of you tangled up together.

★ You usually fall asleep first, Kitana sleeps light, Liu sleeps last. Kitana wraps an arm over your waist protectively, and Liu Kang brushes your hair back from your face before lying beside you. Every night ends in warmth and comfort.

★ In public, no one dares question your relationship. If someone flirts with one of you, Kitana’s fans open with a snap, and Liu’s stance shifts ever so slightly. No words needed. You’re there’s. They’re yours.

★ Bridging from that, jealousy is rare in your relationship. There is a deep trust among the three of you. Any feelings of jealousy are talked about openly. And reassurances are given sincerely. You each know factually that you are loved wholly and equally.

★ You’ve build a garden together, hidden in Earthrealm—away from the war, the blood, the duty. It’s a private little bubble you visit together.

★ It’s full with flowers from Edenia, incense from the Wu Shi Academy decorated on pretty stone holders, and cute little gnomes you threw yourself. Baked, painted and glazed.

★ You have one made before each trip there. Usually. If you have a hard week, Liu plants new things for you reminding you that hardships pass. You’ll grow from them.

★ Post battle rituals are exactly that. Rituals. After major kombats, none of you go to your own ways, you meet in the same room, strip off the armor and clean each others wounds in silence. Sometime small laughs are shared.

★ Kitana brushes your hair every night like it’s tradition. (Or braids your hair/gives you scalp massages.) She sits behind you, legs crossed, humming softly as she does so, Liu will plop behind Kitana and begin brushing her hair too.

★ Kitana has secret stashes of fine teas, silks, and soothing oils she only breaks out when you or Liu are stressed.

★ Liu Kang is up with the the sun every single morning without fail. He makes you both warm congee or fruit and rice bowls before you even open your eyes, and he’s smug when you and Kitana bicker over who gets the honey drizzled one. (He made extras. He always does.)

★ Liu wears heart boxers, Kitana has a fur lined robe and you got the Scrooge gown going on.

★ You have a shared journal. Taking turns writing in it when one or both are away. It’s filled with “Kitana’s smile today made me forget the busted lip I gave myself spinning my staff…”

★ “Liu Kang made tea after my nightmare. I didn’t ask, he just knew.”

★ “They both held me after a panic attack. I never knew I could be loved like this.”

•••

❤️❤️❤️

★ Today, you can’t find your favorite black shirt—again. The one with the little golden dragon embroidered at the hem.

★ You storm out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, glaring at the laundry basket. “Alright. Who keeps stealing my shirt?” Liu glances up from meditating by the window, an amused look on his face. Kitana is reclined on the bed, reading a scroll of sorts, not bothering to look up at you.

★ “If you mean our shirt, it’s mine today.”

★ She tilts her head, and you finally notice. Yep. Your favorite shirt is currently wrapped around her. Hanging just off the shoulder, loose and somehow criminally sexy….

★ Liu Kang chuckles, rising to his feet and stretching. “Technically, it was mine first. Then you stole it. Now she has it. Karma.”

★ You squint. “So what you’re saying is…. I’m shirtless because y’all have a custody agreement on my wardrobe?”

★ Kitana finally looks up. “You look good without one. Why complain?”

★ Before you can respond, Liu’s arms wrap around your waist from behind, lips brushing your shoulder. “Let it go, love. The shirt’s lost. But we still have you.”

★ You rolled your eyes. Smiling. And just like that, some how, the three of you ended up in bed, shirt forgotten. (Again.)

•••

❤️‍🔥 NSFW Head Canons

★ You switch often. But they love breaking your composure, regardless of your topping or not. Together especially. You never win the teasing wars. (Ever.) And if you’ve started one? You’re not walking tomorrow.

★ Kitana is often dominant. She’s commanding, precise and it’s rare when she’s not in control.

★ Liu Kang is definitely more of a soft dom. he’s gentle but firm, a master at slow torture, if you will.

★ Again, no jealousy between them. When it comes to touching, kissing or teasing you—they love seeing each other get you undone. It turns them on to no end watching you beg for one while the other whispers praise in your ear. “So good, keep still now, Love.”

★ Liu Kang’s control is divine level. He can edge you for hours if he wants. And often? He does. Especially when he’s being possessive. Whispering mantras and praise while you’re trembling beneath him is standard at this point.

★ Liu Kang also loves watching. He gets so hard so fast when Kitana has you under command. He’s sit quietly at first….until he joins in. Practically whispering prayers while touching you. “You take it so well, don’t you?” “I love see you like this,” “She didn’t say to stop, did she?”

★ Kitana does not play around. When she doms, she owns. Whether you’re pinned beneath her or kneeling between her and Liu, she controls the pace, the power, and your pleasure.

★ “Look how beautiful you are, falling apart for me.” “Our pretty little thing can’t take anymore, hmmm?” “So turned on already, mmh, eager are we?”

★ Both of your lovers have a quiet possessiveness to them. Kitana leaves scratch marks, shamelessly so. Liu Kang bites your shoulder, low enough to hide—but you know it’s there.

★ Sometimes, Kitana wakes up needy and slips under the sheets first. Sometimes Liu stirs when he hears you panting. Either way, those sleepy, messy, desperate nights end in soft sighs and tangled limbs.

★ They are the perfect tag team if you think about it truly. Kitana teases, Liu Kang soothes. He pins you down and she rides. They pass you between them like a shared secret—hot, practiced and dripping with devotion.

★ Both low key have an overstimulation kink. Two mouths, four hands, and a lot of patience. They love taking their time, and it’s sublime when you’re the center. You’re not allowed to finish once. You’re expected to finish again and again.

★ Later when your body is too heavy to move and your chest is still heaving, you feel Kitana’s lips press against your temple. Liu Kang’s fingers gently coming through your hair, massaging your scalp.

★ They bathe you in warm oils, wrap you in robes, feed you sliced fruit. It’s all too much and somehow not enough. It’s a kind of love you could willingly drown in.

★ You fall asleep between them, Kitana’s arm draped over your waist, Liu’s breath steady against your neck, pressing soft kisses there even as he drifts off.

•••

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

★ It was a quiet night after the chaos that was endured during that day. Moonlight spilled across satin sheets as Kitana sits at the edge of the bed, robes loosened, dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Liu stood behind you, undoing your uniform, shedding the armor away with patient fingers—unfastening each strap like he’s undressing a higher being.

★ “You’ve bled for us today. Let us give you something in return.” His voice was low and reverent, as always. His breath tickling the nape of your neck as he peels of the last layer. Your skin prickled at the contrast. Cool air against heat that’s been simmering all day. Kitana crooks a finger. “Come.” It’s not a request. She pulls you down between her thighs, her fingers tracing along your jaw. Her lips met yours first, soft, commanding. Liu moved behind you again, hands exploring, grounding you between them. His palms find your hips, thumbs stroking teasingly.

★ Kitana’s kiss deepens, then breaks just enough for her to whisper against your mouth. “We want all of you. Now. Raw, ruined—honest.” Your breath hitched as Liu sinks to his knees behind you, mouth trailing kisses along your spine. His hands slide between your thighs, parting them with an unhurried motion.

★ And then—his tongue—hot—focused. You gasped, the sound swallowed by Kitana’s mouth as she kisses you again, hungrier now. Her hand comes up to grip your chin, forcing you to face just right so she can watch every flicker of pleasure Liu pulls from you.

★ Her other hand slipped lower, stroking you in perfect sync with Liu’s tongue. You were buzzing from the sensation, dizzy between them. “Feel him? He lives to please you.”

★ Liu Kang muffled desperately against your sensitive skin, “anything for you….”

★ You were trembling, shaking horribly. Dangerously close. Kitana felt this and pulled away with a sharp smile, pushing you down further against Liu Kang’s face, further down against the bed.

★ “Not yet.” Kitana said, Liu moaned, his hand slipping under his pants, stroking his cock, thumb sliding over the slippery tip. He pulled away from you, face flushed, eyes half lidded with want—with need. He rose, hand gripping your hip firmly, using the other to grip himself from the base, pressing against your entrance, pushing into you slowly—achingly slow—his breath catching as he sank in. Muttering your name, biting back a curse.

★ Kitana shifts, resting back against her elbows, your head is hovering between her thighs now. Her eyes flick downward once, expectantly. Of course, you lean in, kissing her inner thighs, whimpering while Liu continued to take you from behind.

★ His hand sliding up your spine, subtly pressing your head down more toward Kitana’s soaked cunt. You began licking and tasting her, her juices tangy and addictive. Flicking your tongue against her clit, swirling it around and suckling lightly, letting it go with a soft pop. Repeating the process, Kitana moaned softly, arching into your face more, eager to get off to your mouth. You were just as eager to do that for her, doubling your efforts.

★ Her hands were tangled in your hair, nails lightly dragging along your scalp. You were being used and adored in perfect tandem.

★ Liu’s thrusts grew deeper, harsher, faster, but still painfully controlled. You were unraveling, and they were drunk from that.

★ Liu Kang breathed out, his words a gasp, “You take us so well….look at you…” “Such a good little toy.”

★ You could hear the sound of your own skin slapping against his, the sound of Kitana’s wet arousal against your tongue and chin. Whimpers, grunts and moans filling the quiet, fast.

★ When you reached your peak, it was with Liu buried inside you, his controlled rhythm finally faltering as he spills inside of you. Mouth open against your neck, Kitana riding out her own climax on your tongue, body shaking silently with that regal restraint, before collapsing back, her arms thrown above her head as her lets out a soft sigh.

★ You three lie together, sweat slicked and tangled, the scene of sex and incense thick in the air. Liu pulls the covers over your bodies, kissing your shoulder, lying beside you, tracing your jaw cupping your face while simply admiring you. Thumb tracing patterns against your skin. Kitana spoons you from behind, nuzzled up cozily, kissing your shoulder blade, “Let’s get us a bath started, hmm?”

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