iliketangerines

[iliketangerines]

good boy

a/n: i miss reiko already rip mk1

pairing: reiko x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), sub reiko bc i said so, cowgirl, begging, cum eating, uh idk regular smut stuff

Reiko lets his head thump against the headboard, his fingernails ripping at his bedsheets as he tries to keep his composure

you only hum, twirling a strand of his loose hair around your fingertip while pressing the palm of your hand into the broad expanse of his chest

if you weren’t currently riding him, the warmth of your body pressed so intimately against his as he fights back a high-pitched moan, Reiko might’ve thought you were simply playing with his hair

your face holds an air of almost boredom, the only hint of emotion on your face is the slight curve of your lips and the glint of mischief in your eyes

you sigh, pouting your lips as you sink down on Reiko’s cock once more, and he bites his lips so hard he can taste iron on his tongue

“oh, Reiko, what am i going to do with you?” you don’t sound the least bit affected, and you use your hand to grab his chin and tilt his face from side to side

“you ruined all my hard work,” you sigh and let go of his face, clenching around him and forcing a whimper out of his lips

Reiko grimaces, feeling the sweat bead on his hairline and run down his face, smearing the war paint you had applied to his face

“i’m-i’m sorry,” he manages to wheeze out an apology as you grab the back of his neck and squeeze, and his hands instinctively go to grab the meat of your hips

the second he does so though, you shake your head in disappointment, and Reiko lets go immediately, an apology already forming on his lips

“what was my only rule Reiko? hm?” you sigh and lift yourself off of him, and he whines, a high-pitched thing that makes his face flush red

“not to touch you, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, please, it won’t happen again.” how easily begging flows from him

if Reiko was in a better state, perhaps he would grab onto you and rut himself back into you

but he let himself lay stiff on the bed, your hand now pumping his cock slowly, thumb slightly pressing into the slit as you look down on him in disappointment

“this is hard for me too, but you know what happens when you break the rules. i thought i had properly trained you,” your hand squeezes the base of his cock, and Reiko lets out a low moan, “but i guess, i still need to break you in. isn’t that right?”

with a few more jerks of your wrist, Reiko cums, his seed spilling into your hand rather than the warmth of your pussy, and he mourns the loss, watching his spend fill in the creases of your fingers

you press two of your fingers against his lips, and he accepts them into his mouth, using his tongue to clean off his own cum, trying his best to look at you with regretful eyes

he wanted to please you, he wanted to please you so badly

as you draw your fingers away from his mouth, a string of spit connects the two, and you examine his work, turning your hand back and forth before humming in approval

it sets something alight in his chest, warm and fluttery and he basks in your pride in his work

“please, please let me make it up to you.” he stares at you with wide eyes, hoping, praying that you’ll allow him reprieve as you start to leave

pausing in your tracks, you hum and then sigh, nodding your head

Reiko hurriedly shuffles himself down on the bed before you can change your mind, and you bring yourself up, swinging your legs around his head

“no hands, remember?” you smile down on him in amusement, and he nods eagerly, his eyes fixated on the sheen of arousal covering your pussy

you lower yourself onto him, and Reiko whines, letting the last of his troubles melt away from his mind, focused completely and utterly on you and you alone

[iliketangerines]

Hello, I hoped you're having a good day! I love your writing, and I got super excited when I saw you write for mk11! If you're not too overwhelmed with requests, could you please do one of those sfw/nsfw dating headcanons sets for Fujin? Either way, thank you for taking time out of your day to write 💗

Breezy Man//Fujin Boyfriend Head Canons

👽: AWW, you’re so sweet, thank you!! I got like 10+ requests I’m cooking up in the kitchen right now HA! But I’m vibing and I love all the different prompts I’m getting!!! So keep em coming!! Hope you enjoy my head canons for Fujin. (He’s so FINEEEE) kisses MUAHHH!!!

✅: Proof Read

🖇️:Fujin x Reader

⚠️:NSFW/AFAB!Reader/Mentions of freaky time with a deity that’s—MMMHHH—tasty lookin. 

SFW 🌫️🤍

★ Fujin is definitely a playful, affectionate soul. He’s loves teasing you, makings light hearted quips just to see you smile.

★ “If the wind could blush, I believe it would at the sight of your smile.” “That face alone could calm even the most chaotic storm. Keep it, and I’ll make sure the winds only sing for you today.”

★ At this point, you just expect the gusts of wind helping him with his antics. He’ll tousle your hair, or twirl a small whirl of leaves around you just because. Making you softly laugh, or shoot him a little warning glare if you lose balance.

★ “Did you just trip? No, no I assure you, it was not me—the wind is mischievous today. But I must admit, it’s rather convenient with the way you fell into my arms, hmm?”

★ He loves giving forehead kisses. They’re considered a silent blessing whenever you receive one from him. “You claim me rascally? Yet here you are, with my heart—stolen. A thief, truly.”

★ Fiercely protective over you, but of course he believes in your strength and doesn’t want to come off as smothering. And if danger does occur, he’ll subtly keep you within his wind currents, ensuring you’re always safe.

★ Fujin is a rather peaceful being. He prefers to avoid unnecessary conflict. But if someone threatens you? He has no issue switching to a cold, powerful force.

★ “Do not mistake my gentleness for inaction, should anyone bring you harm, they will learn why even the faintest of breezes can become a storm.”

★ Fujin comes off as a very emotionally intelligent person. He yearns for deep, meaningful connection with the one he considers his heart. He’s naturally an open person, and wants to understand your thoughts and emotions in any conversation—no matter the topic.

★ Fujin’s perspective on mortality is personal, to say the least. He’s lived countless ages and has seen mortal lives flicker like the flames of a candle.

★ He doesn’t fear your mortality per se, but he mourns the inevitability of losing you. However, this is why he reminds you often that time is precious, and that every moment together matters.

★ There’s for sure some (a lot of) teasing at Raidens expense, especially if Fujin’s brother doesn’t quite know how to react to your relationship.

★ “Brother, do you see how radiant they are? I think I finally understand why you prefer thunderstorms—because you are jealous of my sunshine.”

★ One hundred percent sentimental when it comes to giving and receiving gifts. You could give him a bobby pin and he’d keep it for eternity. (Literally)

★ His gifts usually consist of intricate pieces of jewelry, small crystals for you to carry around for different purposes. Like prosperity, luck, balance etcétera. Or he brews homemade tea/coffee flavors for you to try out.

NSFW ☁️💦

★ Fujin for sure loves taking control in the bedroom, he’s a soft dom and makes you feel good with sensual touches and commanding words.

★ “That’s it, songbird. Just like that,” He croons, guiding your body with strong hands, directing you to arch your back or wrap your legs around him.

★ He’s a god with a penchant for teasing edge play, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy only to pull back—making you pout and beg for more.

★ “Patience, love,” he chastises while tracing your curves with feather light kisses and caresses, smirking up at you while his breath fans against your skin, reveling in your needy little whimpers.

★ Gets pussy drunk. He could have his head between your thighs for hours. But you usually can’t take more than ten maybe fifteen minutes. He’s a damn tease, remember? So even if you’re writhing and squirming, tears stinging your eyes, Fujin simply moans, tightening his hold on you while flicking his tongue at your clit and pushing two fingers inside you.

★ “Just a little longer, love—please~” he softly pleads with flushed cheeks, before diving right back in without warning, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, making your legs shake and toes curl.

★ He’s sentimental, as you may already know, and prefers bare skin. Talking about skin on skin touch. He loves you naked and exposed before him, admiring the sight of your soft, perfect, bare flesh.

★ “Absolutely exquisite.” He hums, taking his sweet time to worship every inch. His calloused hands mapping out your nipples, flanks, hips, ass. Kneading and groping, pressing you impossibly close to him.

★ Has an appreciation for lewd art. More specifically he loves admiring erotic pieces and photography featuring you as the subject. He has many pieces like this for…personal reasons. His glowing eyes hungrily tracing your figure and the sinful poses that make his cock stir and throb with want.

★ Adventurous and open. Loves exploring kinky positions. He’s always seeking new and thrilling ways to join with you. He’ll have you bent over the bathroom sink, gripping your hips. “Look at us.” He grunts, pounding into you from behind, sliding one hand up your back to grip your chin, forcing you to look at your reflection in the mirror. “See how perfectly we fit?”

★ He can get down with a little bit of rough play. Though he doesn’t like to leave welting marks. Even if you beg “harder!” —he’s soft yet firm with his smacks and slaps. But pounding into you with brutality? Yes please!

★ He’ll fuck into you at a punishing pace, grunting with each thrust. “You can take it, lovely.” He huffs out, your tits bouncing, bed creaking and groaning as you hold onto the sheets for dear life. “Take every inch of your lord’s cock.”

★ Feel like he indulges in steamy, sexy bathing rituals with you. Your slick, wet bodies slipping and sliding against each other, affectionately cleaning each other’s backs, exploring and caressing with soapy hands and fingertips.

★ Fujin has a liking for the….finer points of BDSM. Silk ties, blindfolds, light impact play intermingled with your guys’ intimacy. Binding your hands, letting the fabric bite into your skin as he stands to rummage through the collection of ties. “Color?” He checks in, ever the considerate lover.

★ Of course, after fucking your senseless, the god is an incredibly tender lover (more so than before). He’ll clean you up and get you into freshened garments. Gathering you into his strong arms, peppering your face with soft kisses as he strokes your hair (or cheek).

★ “You did so well, songbird.” He praises gently. “Truly, I am blessed to have you as my own.”

[iliketangerines]

an extra hand

a/n: credit to @hungryhornet for the idea

pairing: havik x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), overstimulation (like a lot), orgy with a bunch of clones (sort of), bondage, blindfolds, gags (sort of), dacryphilia, pussy eating, ruined orgasms, orgasm denial, degradation kink, objectification kink, ripping head off to eat pussy while fucking at end

there’s hands touching every part of you, your thighs, your chest, your neck, your face, and you gasp for breath as teeth sink down into your neck, marking and biting and bruising

they massage and scratch and rub every inch of you, leaving no part of you untouched

two fingers rub your clit as a thumb lifts up the hood, leaving you unable to escape the assault of pleasure, and your thighs attempt to clamp together, tears staining the fabric of the blindfold as you wail

immediately, a multitude of hands pull at your thighs, keeping them far apart from one another, rough fingerprints and nails digging and rubbing and scratching at the flesh

“oh, my dear, how beautiful you are when you cannot escape from me, from us.” Havik’s voice growls into your ear, and you whimper, only small choked whines escaping from your mouth as two fingers press themselves into your mouth

it had been a rough few months for Havik, escaping from Lord Liu Kang’s prison and then building up his army once more, and you had thought it a good idea to let him use you as a bit of…stress relief

you hadn’t expected that the Kamidogu embedded into his chest to allow him the power to replicate, and you were very much reaping the overstimulating, delicious consequences right now

time had become nothing but a construct blown into the wind as he and his clones worshipped you, their hands and teeth leaving no part of your skin unmarked

it had only become worse when he had taken a piece of cloth to wrap around your eyes, cooing into your ear into his pretty little toy didn’t need to see to be useful

his words had made you whine, your pussy clenching around nothing as his hands groped and pushed and pulled you into any position that he had desired

he had lapped at the inside of your thighs, the flat rough of his tongue licking at your swollen clit as he teased and teased you, bringing you to the edge of ecstasy before stopping completely

over and over again he had denied you, letting your arousal drip and stain your skin and bedsheets as you cried out for mercy, at least until a clone had shoved two fingers into your mouth

“look, at you, pretty little slut, you have to use your words if you want something.” Havik laughed when your hips jerked forward and only garbled words left your mouth

“do you think you deserve to cum, my little toy?” you can feel something pull apart your pussy lips, and you clench around nothing, whining to try and beg and plead for him to just let you cum

the two fingers that had rubbed against your needy clit pull away, leaving you open to Havik’s scrutinization, and you whine and jerk and tremble as you fall away from another orgasm

it feel as though he was unwinding your mind bit by bit with every touch against you, leaving you no time to think, no time to even breathe, a constant buzz against your skin and in head

“look at you, so needy for us.” two fingers pinch your swollen clit, and you let out a muffled squeal, your vision going white at the pain

his tongue replaces the sting, hot and heavy and rough against you, and he slips two fingers into you easily, crooking them upwards to press into your sweet spot

the pleasure sings through you, and you scream as best you can, as your entire body trying to get away from the stimulation

it’s too much all at once, the hands caressing against your skin, the fingers pinching at your nipples, the teeth biting into your neck, and your entire body shakes as you finally cum

and then nothing, everything around you goes still, including Havik’s tongue against you, and your orgasm sputters out into nothing, leaving you aching and empty for more

“did i give you permission to cum?” there’s a bit of sternness in Havik’s voice, and a bit a malicious delight

you shake your head and whine, sobbing as you try and jerk your hips to try and get some of that delicious friction

“ah, no no no, since you wanted to cum so bad, i’ll give you what you want.” Havik’s tongue is back on you, his fingers ruthlessly bullying your sweet spot, every clone’s senseless touch rubbing every part of your skin

it’s only a few seconds before you tip over the edge once more, and then not a second later, everything stops once more, and you wail and cry in an effort to somehow prolong your pleasure

Havik ignores you, lets you struggle and writhe in the ironclad grip of his clones before he continues once more, bringing you over the edge again and again, only to stop and let your high drop abruptly

you’re a mess of slurring words and mushed thoughts, tears staining the entirety of your blindfold before he finally finishes

“oh, poor thing, i haven’t worn out my favorite toy, have i?” his thumb places itself at the top of your clit, pulling the hood up to expose the overstimulated and swollen bud

you can feel the head of his cock resting against your pussy lips, and you whimper, only twitching, too fucked out to really do anything else

“well, i think i deserve my reward, huh?” he pushes his hips forward into you abruptly, and you can’t help it as your pussy clenches around him

the final thread inside of your snaps as his pulls his hips back and snaps forward again, the rough pads of his fingers rubbing your clit, and you cum on his cock, body unable to do much more than twitch involuntarily against your binds

Havik doesn’t stop, simply rutting forward into you, his hips angled so that the head of his cock can bully into your sweet spot, and the overwhelming pleasure stings your every nerve

his fingers are rough with your clit, pinching and rubbing at it, and you sob behind your blindfold when the two fingers in your mouth finally pull away

“how’s my favorite pet doing, hm?” he pinches your clit roughly so that you can only cry out in pleasure as you listen to the wet squelch of your pussy stretching around his cock

“that’s what i thought.” the clone shoves its fingers back into your mouth, pressing against the flat of your tongue, and your mind goes blank as Havik groans and presses his hips flush against yours, his cum seeping out along the edges of your pussy and onto the stained bedsheets

you sag into the hands restraining you to the bed, thinking that it was over, but you feel one of them shift, the blunt head of another cock pressing against you, the crack of bone and flesh, and then a rough tongue against your clit

“well, i have some business to attend to, my dear, but all my clones are a little pent up after all of that. you’ll be a good toy for them, won’t you?” the click of the bedroom door is all the clone needs before ruthlessly fucking into you, the other hands along your body seeming to squeeze and pinch with more vigor, eagerly awaiting their turn

[iliketangerines]

Could you do NSFW headcanons of Shang Tsung please?

Sassy Sorcerer//Shang Tsung Boyfriend HeadCanons

👽:I gotchu pookie bear. teehee 🫶🏼

✅:Proof Read

🖇️:Shang Tsung x Reader

⚠️:NSFW/AFAB!Reader/Mentions of fucking a sassy ass man

SFW 👉🏼👈🏼

★ He’ll never admit it outright, but he’s utterly enchanted with you. He’s used to manipulating others for his benefit, but with you? He uses that silver coated tongue of his for sweet, whispered praises and slow, teasing declarations of devotion.

★ “You think I only speak sweet words to sway you? No, my love….I speak them because every syllable is true. And if you doubt me, allow me to prove it— again and again.”

★ He never openly displays jealousy (or at least he thinks he doesn’t….) but the millisecond somebody’s eyes linger on you for too long, he gets subtly possessive, his hand on your lower back and keeping you close.

★ “I do hate it when people forget their place….shall I remind them?” “They do know you belong to me, don’t they?” “Come love, overeager eyes irk me.”

★ This man absolutely loves to tease you. Mercilessly. Your reactions always amuse him, especially when he gets you all flustered and stammering. Or even if you try to fire back, he revels in it. Always having one up over you.

★ “Oh, why so shy suddenly? We both know there’s no need for that, precious.” “Mmh, witty today, aren’t we?” “Don’t be coy, pet.” “I do love it when you’re angry, it’s quite cute.”

★ A slow graze against your spine, fingertips lightly tracing your pulse, a “casual” brush of his lips near your ear, just remember every touch from your lover is always calculated and intentional.

★ “Every inch of you fascinates me. It’s only natural I indulge in my….curiosities.” He’ll murmur, ghosting his fingers over your collarbone, looking at you with something akin to admiration.

★ I’m gonna say he enjoys watching you sleep. (Not in a creepy way of course! Unless…?) but seriously, there’s just something about the way you look so peaceful. A softness to you that seems to warm his cold heart. It’s a rare moment of genuine affection with a man of his caliber.

★ Softly chuckling as he brushes a lock a hair from your face (or just cupping your cheek lightly) he whispers, “So vulnerable….yet the power you have over me is everything, but.”

★ Shang Tsung loves gift giving—and all of his presents are nothing short of extravagant and mysterious—surprising you with trinkets and artifacts that always seem….otherworldly. When you ask where he gets said gifts, he merely smirks.

★ “Does it really matter where it came from, love? It belongs to you now. And nothing in this realm—nor any other—will change that.”

★ He’s actually an amazing listener despite his self absorbed attitude. Shang values your thoughts, and you intellectually stimulate him. He enjoys conversations where you challenge him, even if he’ll never admit fully when you’ve bested him. “Ah, you truly believe that, do you? Then convince me. I do so enjoy watching you argue with such fire in your eyes.”

★ You two definitely have matching, over the top, lavish robes for spa time. Because Shang Tsung insists on a bi weekly spa time with you. Cucumber eyes, mud baths, green stuff on the face—the whole thing, on top of regular mani/pedis. (Material gworl!!!) he’s just that guy, you know?

★ Finds your defiance extremely attractive. You could be spitting venom into his face until you’re red in your own, challenge his every word, and he would only find himself more obsessed.

★ “Tsk tsk, such spite coming from those sweet lips. You defy me because you’re dissatisfied? Or maybe it’s what comes after, that you’re craving, hmm?”

NSFW 🗿🙈

★ This man is obviously into ownership. You’re his, just as he is yours. Though you’re the one who’s on your knees before him, eager to please more than half the time.

★ “So obedient, you must be wanting some sort of reward,” He coos, cupping your face before tangling your hair around his fingers (or gripping your collar because he’s most definitely into collaring you), pulling your head back to look at him.

★ Shang Tsung is an extremely meticulous man, very passionate when it comes to bringing you pleasure beyond your own comprehension. Toys, his fingers, tongue, dick. Whatever he’s using he knows exactly how to. In fact, he probably knows your body better than you do at this point.

★ “You like this, love?” He’ll grunt out, angling his hips to drive his cock into that sweet spot even deeper than before, making your head fall back as you moan out his name, clawing at his shoulders and back. “And this?” He asks, feigning innocence while drilling into you with more force, hands gripping your hips, sinking his fingertips into the soft skin.

★ Loves overstimulating you to the brink of tears. Using a bullet vibe against your clit with your arms bound behind your back, sat at the edge of the bed, Shang Tsung kicking your feet apart, opening your legs for him, forcing you to take the buzzing sensation, the numbing—tingling—hot feeling builds up, coiling tightly at the pit of your stomach.

★ “Please—I can’t take anymore!” You huff out, but Shang Tsung simply hums in delight, sliding down to his knees as he bumps up the intensity of the bullet, watching you squirm and writhe in his hands, he looks up at you through his lashes, those devious eyes glinting in the dim lighting of your bedroom.

★ “I assure you, darling, you can.” He presses a small peck to your inner thigh, keeping your legs spread for him as he peppers more kisses along your skin.

★ Shang Tsung is a man who gains pleasure from having power and control over others. But especially when he has power over you in bed. Pinning your hands above your head, hiking a knee over his shoulder, shoving your face into the sheets—his actions are usually dominant. (Though pookie is for sure a switch—like he don’t mind getting fucked—but he’s still in charge either way. You know?)

★ “Don’t think for even a moment you have the upper hannnh~” he sputters with his hands tied above him as you grind on top of him, stirring his cock around your insides with a coy little smile. “Of course not, Master”

★ Luxurious BDSM, and by that we mean he fancies extravagant sex swings, bounding you in the finest of silks and fabrics. (No rope burn here—he likes to keep his treasure in pristine condition.) get used to mulberry silk blindfolds. A new color and design for every encounter because a special occasion such as making love with you deserves an equally lovely gift.

★ Breeding Kink. He likes to claim what’s his, and what’s the most personal, intimate, invasive way to do so? To fill you up with his cum until you’re the perfect cream filled dessert, of course.

★ it’s just—the thought of you being filled by him and only him? The idea of planting his seed into your garden? Makes him more than reel. It makes him insatiable. Not that you mind. “That’s it, love, you’ll be sure to take nicely…”

★ Pulling out to just the tip, teasing your clit just before he slams right back into you, hilting with an audible grunt—over and over again and again—until you’re a fucked out mess, thighs quivering and dripping with his essence.

★ “Take nicely…and take all of it, pet.” He warns seductively, scooping whatever dared spill from between your thighs back inside, adding a third finger for good measure, pushing into you deeper, with slowed, controlled movements, making your back arch as you clench around the invasive digits.

★ He may be a selfish man, but once he fucks you up and down the block, he’s always sure you’re comfortable after the fact. Clean sheets, pillows, fresh pajamas, a tray of elegant finger foods displayed before you with your favorite drink in arms reach.

★ “I do not say this lightly, but you have undoubtedly become my greatest weakness…” He’ll croon with a soft smile, caressing your jawline before brushing your hair and putting it in a protective style. (Or he’ll simply give you a scalp massage) praising you on how well you took him as he presses soft kisses to the top of your head, cradling you against his chest.

[iliketangerines]

forked tongues

a/n: what's up

pairing: dragon!liu kang x afab!reader x snake!shang tsung

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), monsterfucking, monster dicks, overstimulation, thigh riding, pussy eating, threesome (kind of), some bondage, some praise kink, some degradation kink, dacryphilia

a tail wraps along your calf, the furs tickling against your skin, and you twitch in Liu Kang’s grip and hold on tighter to his broad shoulders as his fangs graze along your lips

he lets out a soft growl, one that rumbles in his throat and fills out his chest so that you can feel the vibrations against your bare skin, and you smile and let out an amused huff of air as you press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose

the displeased frown on his face only deepens when Shang Tsung kisses at the base of your neck and you shiver in response

Liu Kang tightens his grip around your calf and his hands tighten around your waist, claws digging into the soft flesh

“they’re mine.” Liu Kang snarls, and you can feel heat rolling off him in waves

he bares his teeth, each sharpened to a point, but Shang Tsung only lets out an amused laugh and glides his hands down the sides of your thighs while resting his chin on your shoulder

“don’t you mean they’re ours? and here i thought we agreed to share.” even without seeing Shang Tsung’s face, you can still hear the infuriating smirk on his face, and you sigh, jerking your shoulder up to make Shang Tsung bite his tongue

a squeak leaves from the snake, and Liu Kang lets a flicker of amusement appear on his face before hardening his features once more, his bright glowing eyes never once leaving Shang Tsung

“hey, be nice the both of you. or i’ll just go back to my quarters to sleep alone.” you wriggle around in both their grips to make a point, but Liu Kang only holds onto you tighter, a growl reverberating from his throat

“no…no, please don’t go. we’ll behave.” he pouts, upset with the idea of having to share you with Shang Tsung, and he dips his head down to bury his face into your neck, the heat off his face warming your skin

Shang Tsung lets out a curt hum, but you can feel how his nails rake against the inside of your thighs now and how he seems to tense up behind you, just as jealous at having to split your attention with the dragon

his scaly tail wraps around your other calf and squeezes for only a moment before loosening

“fine, yes, i’ll behave. even with this brute around.” Shang Tsung rolls his eyes and nibbles at the juncture of your neck and your shoulder

thankfully, Liu Kang doesn’t respond to Shang Tsung’s jest and only starts to mouth at your neck, his fangs lightly scraping along your sensitive skin

you smile and bring one hand to stroke gently against one of Liu Kang’s horns, and he melts underneath you, the weight of his body sagging onto you as a low rumble sounds from his chest

Shang Tsung lets out a small pouty sound and scrapes his nails up the inside of your thigh until two of his fingers rest against your clit

“now, i do believe we promised you a fun time.” Shang Tsung rubs his finger up against your clit, and you sigh in response, letting your weight drop down onto Shang Tsung as your legs turn boneless

Liu Kang’s arms keep you upright and on your feet as he lifts his head to kiss your plush lips, and he groans at the feeling as he lets his forked tongue drag along your lips

you can feel the tips of his fangs poking at you, but you can’t find it in yourself to care as you bring one of your hands to cup the back of his neck and then the other to tightly grip onto his shoulder

Shang Tsung flicks his tongue out to taste your skin, humming at the salt and the scent of your musk coating his tongue, and he uses his fingers to pinch your clit

it makes you whine in response, and Liu Kang takes the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth

it’s overwhelming, a dragon devouring your mouth and a snake pleasuring you, but you can’t give it much thought when Shang Tsung’s cold body suddenly slides down

Shang Tsung doesn’t give you a moment to wonder as he uses his hands to spread your cheeks apart and lets his long tongue trace the length of your pussy

you jolt and squeak in Liu Kang’s grip, but the dragon doesn’t let go, only holding onto you tighter as he drags his teeth down to your neck, carefully nipping at the softness of your skin

Liu Kang wants to mark you, to sink his teeth into your flesh and taste your sweet blood against his tongue and his fangs and to hear you cry out in pain and in pleasure

if only Shang Tsung weren’t here, then Liu Kang could take all the time in the world making sure that his marks against you would be perfect, but the snake was here, taking away your attention from his

“Sh-Shang! mmh! ah- please!” you whimper and hold on tightly to Liu Kang, your hips moving on their own accord as Shang Tsung drags his tongue along your dripping pussy

Liu Kang furrows his brows, a flare of possessiveness heating his body, and he growls, using his strength to pick you up off the ground and throw you over his shoulder

you shriek in surprise and then whack your fists against his back, complaining that you were so close, but Liu Kang doesn’t care, letting the flat of his palm sharply slap against your ass

pain stings through you, and you stop your wriggling as you whine in embarrassment

Liu Kang sends a victorious smirk to Shang Tsung before turning to sit down on the bed and bringing you off his shoulder to straddle his muscular thigh

he lets out a breath as he feels exactly how wet you are, and you whack your fists against his shoulder in frustration

“what the hell, Liu? i was so- ah! mmgh- you-you can’t just-” you can only moan as Liu Kang wraps his hands around your waist and then drags you along his scaled thigh, the ridges grinding up against your sensitive clit and the proof of your arousal dripping down the sides of his thighs

you cling onto his shoulder, hanging your head down as you whine and moan, unable to do much more as Liu Kang keeps you firmly planted on his leg

it’s a torturous drag, and you can feel your face burn with heat as Liu Kang uses you like a doll, his eyes never leaving the wet trail of your arousal along his thigh

his breaths come out much heavier, and you dig your nails into his scales as you feel yourself tipping over the edge

“that’s it. that’s it, so good for me, so perfect, so sweet. just let go of yourself. i’ve got you, my flame.” Liu Kang can hardly hear himself, his pupils blown wide at the sight of you falling apart just from you grinding down on his thigh

he holds you down just a bit harder, and you moan and lean forward to try and hide your face in his shoulder as you cum on his thigh

tears drip down from the corners of your eyes, and you claw uselessly at Liu Kang as he continues to drag you along his thigh, the pleasure bordering on overstimulation as he starts to bounce his leg

“fuck! Liu-i don’t know if- ah! mmfffh nnngh!” he ignores your pleas, his gaze focused on Shang Tsung with a sly smirk before Liu Kang dips his head down to finally sink his teeth into your neck

Shang Tsung gets up off the floor, using the back of his hand to wipe away the remnants of your arousal from his face, and he barely contains the urge to hiss at the dragon

he strides over to where you and Liu Kang are on the bed, his eye twitching in irritation at the sound of your pleasure

it’s not as if he wanted you to be displeased, but the mere fact that it was Liu Kang and not Shang Tsung pleasuring you made the snake want to tear out every scale on his tail

with one fluid motion as you start to sob from overstimulation, Shang Tsung plucks you from Liu Kang’s grip and deposits you on the bed, your head resting on soft pillows and your thighs drawn wide apart by Shang Tsung’s hands

you can barely breathe as he gives you a devilish smile, his long forked tongue flicking against your sensitive clit, just enough to make you jump

“ah! mmh, Sh-Shang!” your hands go to bury themselves in his hair, and he allows you to dig his fingers into his perfectly combed hair-do as his mouth descends on your soft skin

he teases the inside of your thighs, kissing and biting you, his mouth practically drooling as he sees your arousal drip down and stain the sheets and as your moans and whines become desperate

your mouth can barely form words, only helpless and pitiful sounds as you try and push your hips into his face, trying to get him to touch him where you need him the most, still needy despite the earlier overstimulation

Shang Tsung ignores you, instead sending a glance over to Liu Kang

the dragon doesn’t look particularly pleased, his mouth curved into a hard frown, a deep furrow in between his eyebrows, but a spark of pride and smugness appears in Shang Tsung’s chest when he sees Liu Kang’s hand buried into his pants and a dark spot of pre-cum staining the front of the fabric

turning his attention back to you, Shang Tsung plants one final bite into the meat of your thighs, hearing a pathetic bleat come out of your lips before he lays the flat of his tongue along your clit

you practically jump out of your skin as he drags the smooth muscle over the sensitive bud, and your fingers pull at Shang Tsung’s hair harshly, a loud moan escaping his mouth at the feeling

the vibrations travel through you, and a cry leaves your lips as he moves his face down further, the flat of his nose grinding into your clit as his tongue slips into your drooling pussy

he flicks his tongue inside of you, the forked length thrusting deeper into you

Shang Tsung closes his eyes, letting the taste of you overwhelm him, and when he feels your thighs twitch violently underneath his hands as his tongue prods a specific spot inside of you, he feels victorious, his eyes fluttering open to watch your chest stutter with an interrupted breath

his tongue ruthlessly rubs against that sweet spot, and you let out a loud squeal, your face immediately growing hot with embarrassment at the loud sound

you throw one hand over your mouth in an effort to cover up your noises, but Liu Kang is by your side in an instant, his large hand grabbing onto your wrist

he looks displeased at your attempt to muffle your sounds, and he instead brings your hand to wrap around one of his heavy cocks

there are two of them, standing upright and flushed red, and perhaps in a different situation, you would think it strange

but all you can think about is how it would feel to have him prepare you to take both of them, the mess he would make of you before he even thought of fucking you

underneath your fingertips, you can feel the ridges that line it, the pre-cum that slicks the length, and you can barely touch your fingertips together as he guides your hand to pump him

“don’t want you muffling any of those pretty sounds. if you do, i’ll put your mouth to better use.” Liu Kang practically growls it out, a flush overtaking his face as you start to move your hand on your own

drool collects on your lip at the thought of trying to fit him into your mouth, but Shang Tsung’s grip on your thighs tighten as he grinds his nose harder into your clit, and you lose your train of thought

for a second, your hand squeezes slightly, and Liu Kang lets out a loud groan, his hips bucking forward and he bites his lip, as if to reel himself back in

you can barely think in the haze of pleasure, but you manage to bring your hand up to press your thumb into the slit of his cock

a whine peals from him, and you swear you see steam leave his mouth as he breathes out

“don’t-don’t do that, or i’ll cum too early.” his eyes seem to glow brighter, and you give him a cheeky grin

as you go to retort, Shang Tsung brings his head up, his lips wrapping around your clit, and he sucks hard

your jaw drops open, an unholy high-pitched keening sound escaping your lips as your hips buck instinctually into Shang Tsung’s face

he laps up your cum, savoring the taste of your release with a hum, and your hand falls from Liu Kang’s cock to try and hide your face once more

in an instant, Liu Kang has your wrist pinned down onto the sheets, and with nothing to hide your sounds, you start to whine, tears collecting on the edges of your eyes at the humiliation

“oh, you pretty little slut, you like that, don’t you? restrained, unable to do anything against us.” Shang Tsung murmurs it against the skin of your trembling thighs, his eyes focused on the way your pussy clenched desperately around nothing

you don’t answer, averting your gaze away as you tug at Shang Tsung’s hair in an effort to get him shut up, a whimper leaves his lips at the feeling

Liu Kang blinks at you, and then a smile crosses onto his face, his hand letting go of your wrist to lift you up

you let him lift you like a ragdoll

an orgasm, teasing, and then another orgasm has left you feeling boneless

Shang Tsung crawls up onto the bed while Liu Kang lifts you up so that you can sit on the bed, both of your legs harshly pulled apart

the dragon grabs both of your wrists, and he wraps his headband around your wrists, tying them together firmly

he doesn’t give you a moment of reprieve as he takes advantage of his position to fondle your chest while his mouth attaches itself to your neck

Shang Tsung hums as he drags off the last of his clothing, and you stare at the sight of him and feel yourself clench around nothing, arousal starting to leak down the inside of your thighs

you attempt to close your legs, but Shang Tsung grabs onto the both of them and pulls them back apart, his tongue darting out to wet his lips

like Liu Kang, he also had two cocks, but unlike the dragon behind you, Shang Tsung’s was longer, thinner, smoother, tapered at the tip, and covered in a thin sheen of slick

“oh, you are just a little whore, already thinking about taking both of them,” Shang Tsung licks his lips, shuffling in a little closer, “but i think i’ll save that for another day.”

he lifts your legs so that they wrap around his waist, and you’re practically suspended over the bed now, your upper body supported by Liu Kang and your lower body supported by Shang Tsung, almost as if you weighed nothing

his hands keep a firm grip on your hips as he moves forward, one of his cocks sliding into your pussy with ease while his other drags along your sensitive clit

a whine peels out of your throat, your hands tugging at the binds, but they hold firm while Shang Tsung hisses at the feeling of you clenching around him

he bites his lip, trying to control himself, to reel his self-control in

it’s difficult, especially when you look so delectable beneath him, neck covered in various bite marks, a slight sheen of sweat covering the length of your body, your hands tied behind your back

even Liu Kang mouthing at your neck looks delicious when you shiver and moan in response and clench around Shang Tsung’s cock, arousal leaking down your thighs and staining his scales

Shang Tsung groans as he pulls his hips back and then thrusts back in, angling his hips to make sure that he could hit your sweet spot, and he’s rewarded with the sweet sound of your whines in the air

“pl-please, Shang!” you squeeze around him, needy and desperate and his hands tighten on your hips, his mouth practically going dry at you begging for him

Liu Kang growls, his fangs sinking back into the soft flesh of your neck, and you cry out for the dragon, your body leaning into him

it’s the final thread for Shang Tsung, and he snarls, hips snapping backwards to fuck into you ruthlessly

he didn’t want Liu Kang to make you cry out like that, no, that right was reserved for Shang Tsung only

only he wanted to make you cry out in pleasure, only he wanted to leave marks on you, only he was allowed to make you cum so deliciously

Shang Tsung’s grip on your hips are sure to leave bruises the next day as he ruts into you, the sound of his hips slapping against filling the room

he pants into the air, his slitted pupils wide and dilated as he sees how you twitch and tremble because of him, all for him

your pussy clenches around his cock, and Shang Tsung groans, wishing he could devour your mouth, to make you taste yourself on his tongue, to taste your pleasured moans

but Liu Kang has claimed your mouth for now, his lips moving furiously, his eyes closed as his hands pinch and twist and knead at your chest

you feel overwhelmed, every sense of yours attacked and stimulated beyond end, and you can only struggle at your binds as you whine and whimper

it’s too much, Shang Tsung fucking into you, desperate to make you cum, his second cock grinding into your clit with each thrust, his nails digging into your skin, the pain only adding to the pleasure

and then Liu Kang behind you, making sure you were light-headed with his scent, his heat burning your skin, his hands never-stopping, constantly touching and touching and touching

you don’t what to do, whether to cry out for Shang Tsung or for Liu Kang, but it didn’t matter because all that came out of your mouth was pitiful choked-up sounds

even if you wanted to, your tongue wouldn’t be able to form words

Shang Tsung groans, his hips pushing forward deep into you, and you can’t think, can’t do much more than feel as he cums inside of you, warmth filling you and spurting out onto the softness of your belly

a wordless sob leaves you, tears streaming down you face as you fall over the edge, the room a whirlwind of colors as every muscle tenses up

your pussy holds onto Shang Tsung’s cock tightly, and faintly, you can hear a whimper leave his throat as you cum

it feels as though it lasts forever, and you only open your eyes to watch as Shang Tsung slides out of you

you can’t help it as a whimper escapes your lips, sensitive and sore from his cock (cocks?) bullying you, and you blink up blearily at him as he gently lowers your hips back down onto the soft bed

Liu Kang from behind coos at you, his words nothing but a garbled mess that you can’t seem to comprehend

he kisses gently at your neck and then turns you around to sit in his lap, and he watches with a scowl at Shang Tsung’s cum dripping down your thighs

slowly, carefully, he kisses away your tears while ripping up the headband that binds your wrists together

your hands fall to your sides, and then you lift them to rest on his shoulders, hips mindlessly grinding into him

Liu Kang can’t help but groan, his hands falling to your waist and then squeezing in an effort to control himself

“so perfect, so perfect for me, for us.” he takes a moment to rest his forehead against yours, ignoring the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing, and you hum in response

raising your hips up, you take a moment to line yourself up on one of his cocks, the both of you groaning at the feelings

he’s so much thicker than Shang Tsung, and you feel so full, and you can feel every ridge sliding against you as he stretches you out

his other cock grinds against your clit, and you gasp as the bumps press and grind into the sensitive bud

you don’t move for a moment, still sore from Shang Tsung, trying to adjust the size, but Liu Kang takes advantage of the opportunity to kiss you lazily, his lips moving across your neck, your face, your lips

his fangs graze and poke and prod at your skin, but you don’t really care

“Liu, please…” you whine quietly, your thighs still trembling, and Liu Kang obliges, using his strength to bounce you on his cock

it’s quiet, the sound of your quiet moans mixing with his, only the sound of soft slaps filling the large room, but it’s perfect

you kiss Liu Kang again, in an effort to hide your whimpers as his second cock grinds against your clit, but this time Liu Kang lets you hide your sounds and your embarrassment

because this time he got to taste them on his lips, to swallow them and have the sound all to himself

was it a little selfish of him? yes, but Liu Kang didn’t care

it comes slowly, creeping up on you, filling you up with heat until you felt like you were burning on the inside, but Liu Kang keeps you steady, his hands a heavy weight on your skin as he continues to bounce you on his cock

a cry falls from your lips, swallowed by Liu Kang, as you cum again, stuttering gasps and short choked whimpers coming out of you

he groans as he plants you firmly down on his cock, his seed spilling into you hot and heavy, his other cock sputtering out onto your stomach, smearing your skin with his scent

you slump forward, breathing heavily, tiredness resting on top of your eyelids as you threaten to fall asleep

“c’mon darling, you need to drink something.” Shang Tsung’s voice calls somewhere from behind you, and then there’s a cool hand on your back

it feels like the world is resting on your back, but you manage to lift yourself up enough to drink some water

the drink cools your throat, soothing the hoarseness, and then Shang Tsung pulls it away with a slight smile, “ah, slowly, slowly.”

you manage to open your eyes enough to glare at him, but he simply quirks an eyebrow at you

begrudgingly, you sip the water slowly, Liu Kang squeezing your waist every so often, and when you finish the glass, he wastes no time in picking you up into his arms and sliding out of bed

“let’s go get you cleaned up.” Liu Kang doesn’t even let you complain about being too tired as he sends you a look, and you simply sigh, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck and watching as Shang Tsung trails after the two of you

how lucky and unfortunate to have two partners that made sure you stayed healthy, but honestly, you loved it

[iliketangerines]

⋆⁺ ✮⋆⁺ Kitana x Reader

Synopsis: {Sparring with your girlfriend Kitana} AN: I dreamt about her randomly last night, woke up and wrote this, enjoy! ✮Masterlist here <3

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The Princess Kitana could be oh so restless at times, a fiery spirit, one that was not sated by taking a simple walk around the gardens or relaxing with a nice warm bath. It was why, on many occasions, she would sneak into your room and drag you with her to spar… and gods did she have a stamina you could barely keep up with.

“Kitana, a break. Just one— one moment.” You sigh tiredly, wiping your brow with the back of your hand as you watch the Princess stalk towards you with a smirk, sizing you up like you were some cornered prey, a devastating sight that almost makes your knees buckle.

Her fingers curl around her fan, bringing it close to your dishevelled face. “Don’t tell me I’ve already tired you out, my love?” The sharp point of her fan nudges your chin, forcing you to look up at her, the cold metal shooting a shiver down your spine. Her voice is as smooth as velvet, dangerously low and makes your heart skip a beat.

Kitana grazes the sharp edge along your jaw, being extra careful of your delicate skin— she would never harm you, no, you were far too precious to her. She only wanted to see you tremble is all.

“N-No, it’s just, we’ve been at it for hours.” Oh, bless your heart. She chuckles at the sound of your exhaustion, eyes softening with a look that almost felt a little condescending if she weren’t so tired you might’ve called her out on it.

Your eyes widen, following her movements as she leans closer to you— her sultry gaze flitting from your parted lips then up to your eyes, the pointed tip of her fan brushing along your flushed cheek. “You look so beautiful, all worn out, my butterfly.” Her breath fans across your mouth and you could feel the warmth of her skin radiating against your face, her nose brushing the tip of your own— she’s so unbelievably close and you think she might just kiss you.

Then you see that glint in her eyes, the one that only means trouble and before you can even think about parrying her attack her leg is knocking against your own, tackling you down against the mat with a grin— admiring you beneath the soft lights of the lanterns, her body pinned on top of your own.

“Pretty girl,” Kitana murmurs, leaning down to ghost her lips over yours. “You did well, so well.” She’s lying, you’re a terrible fighter but her praise felt good nonetheless. Her mouth felt better, lips slotted perfectly between your own, kissing you with a passion that set your stomach ablaze. Your fingers pull her hairpin out before tangling within her silky dark tresses, keeping her in place as she deepens the kiss into something much more greedier— swallowing up your little whimpers with fervour, her other hand sneaking up your shirt to caress your bare waist.

The princess only pulls back to take a breath, sweaty forehead resting against your own with a trembling sigh. “You deserve a bath, a nice soak, hmm?” She hums, nestling her nose against your own.

“With you?” You ask shyly, leaning into her slightly as she presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, humming in agreement. “Of course my sweet girl.”

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[iliketangerines]

Two sides of the same coin?

👽:So like, I want them both. At the same time. (kinda proof read?)

🖇️:Kuai Liang x Reader x Cyrax (rom fic)

⚠️:NSFW/AFAB Reader/bi panic/praise kink up in here fs/threesome activities/cunnilingus/finger fucking/thigh fucking/kinda temperature play?/cream pie yummy in my tummy.

★ Cyrax had already proven herself to be a skilled warrior, and after the Khaos had settled, she’d been accepted into the Shirai Ryu.

★ And with that, had been assigned to train you—the new recruit—and while you were still adjusting to the rigors of their style, Cyrax made the process (low key) a little easier. Her gentle encouragements paired with her teasing nature kept you on your toes for sure…

★ The training hall was quiet this evening, only filled with the steady sound of yours and Cyrax’s footsteps. You were sweating, muscles burning as you focused on the movements she was teaching you.

★ Her presence was calm, but you couldn’t help but notice how close she was, her eyes sharp and focused on you, her every movement fluid and precise. It was hard to concentrate….but you were determined to make progress.

•••

★ “Good…” she said as she adjusted your stance. Her hands briefly touched your shoulders, her fingers warm against the fabric of your uniform. “But you are too tense. Relax. Feel your movements, don’t force it.”

★ You nodded, trying to relax into the stance, but her proximity was making it hard. Every time she corrected you, it felt like her hands lingered a little longer than necessary, brushing against your skin in ways that made your heart race.

★ “Cyrax is right,” came a familiar voice from behind you—The Grand Master—who had been leaning against the wall near the entrance, his arms crossed over his chest, silently observing the session.

★ You hadn’t realized he was so close, and now that you did, his presence was almost overwhelming. The air around him was always heavy with authority…. “Relax. You’re making it harder on yourself by being so tense.”

★ He took a step closer, looming over you from behind. his hand finding its way to your shoulder. You felt his thumb trace small circles along the fabric of your gi, kneading out the slight tension in your shoulder. You froze, unable to hide the warmth spreading through your cheeks.

★ Cyrax glanced at Kuai Liang with a raised eyebrow, and he returned her look with a subtle, amused smirk.

★ Facing you, her hand settles on your back, pressing you lightly into position as she whispers in your ear, “You are doing perfectly fine. Just follow my lead…”

•••

★ “You’re a quick learner,” Kuai Liang said, his voice soft but carrying a certain warmth that made you shiver. “But… I think Cyrax is enjoying seeing you struggle a little more than she’s letting on.”

★ Cyrax grinned, and you could feel her breath near your ear. “Maybe I am. It’s fun watching you get flustered….” She let her hand slide down your back an inch more, settling on your lower spine, and the soft touch sent a rush of warmth through you. “But don’t worry. You are still doing well.”

★ You looked over your shoulder and up at Kuai Liang, hoping for some kind of break, but he was far too close. His hand slid down your arm, grazing your skin just enough to make you go from warm to hot. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, his expression softened. “You should be more confident,” he said, his voice low and encouraging. “You’re stronger than you realize.”

★ The touch of his fingers lingered , and Cyrax’s hand on your back seemed to tighten, as if she was grounding you between them. Feeling your chest tighten, you tried to will your heartbeat to keep track, to steady itself as you became acutely aware of the closeness, the way they were both so effortlessly touching you…

•••

★ “The Grand Master is right, you know…” Cyrax said suddenly, her voice lowering, taking on a more flirtatious tone. “You are stronger than you give yourself credit for.” Her hand gave your back a small, affectionate squeeze. “I think you are just shy, aren’t you?”

★ Your face flamed up as your heart began to race even quicker. “I—i’m not…” you tried to deny, but it came out far less convincing than you had hoped. Both Cyrax and Kuai Liang exchanged a look, before Kuai smiled.

★ He leaned in closer, his hand brushing up and down your arm before subtly trailing his fingers along your collarbone, tickling the nape of your neck, he gently tilts your chin up, having you meet his gaze.

★ “No need for pretending. We can tell.” His voice dropped to a soft whisper, and his thumb brushed the edge of your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. “There’s nothing wrong with being… mousy.” He teased with a faint smirk curling at his lips. His other hand planted on your other shoulder, his fingers drawing slow patterns across the fabric.

★ “Mousy..” Cyrax echoed, her laugh was a soft, melodic sound that seemed to melt into the air. She nudged you gently, pulling you flushed against her now, and Kuai was quick to step forward, his chest pressing against your back…sandwiching you.

★ Practice was suddenly a distant memory for you, replaced entirely by the overwhelming feeling of being caught between two of the most attractive people you’d ever met…

•••

★After what felt like hours (45 minutes) of tedious stretching and stance work with an unusual amount of help from both sides, Cyrax suddenly backed off with a glint in her eye, Kuai Liang doing the same. “Let’s take a break from the heavy stuff, yeah?” She suggested, her voice a bit too casual.

★ You breathed a sigh of relief, finally getting a moment to relax your aching muscles. But before you could step back, Cyrax suddenly gave you a light push toward Kuai Liang.

★ “Balance practice.” she said, as though it was the most innocent thing in the world.

★ As you stumbled slightly you barley caught your footing—finding yourself face to face with Kuai Liang, who didn’t even budge besides placing his hands on either shoulder at your sudden approach.

★ “Well, now you’re with me,” He said, his voice soft but laced with amusement. Your heart skipped a beat. He was calm, but the look in his eyes told you he was enjoying this..

★ He held you there for a moment, the distance between the two of you felt like it was shrinking—and then…his hands gave you a gentle push right back toward Cyrax—who was eagerly waiting. “Back to Cyrax.” Kuai teased.

★ Cyrax grinned, her smile holding mischievous intent as you stumbled toward her—she leaned in and in one swift motion—planted a quick kiss onto your lips.

★ “Huh—!?”

★ It was over almost as soon as it began, but the impact was enough to send your heart racing. She pulled away with casual air to her.

★ “Focus,” she teased, giving you a playful shove back to Kuai Liang. “Balance is about adaptability,” she slyly adds, her voice as light as her touch.

•••

★ Your brain scrambled to catch up as you stumbled backward, cheeks burning hotter than the sun. You didn’t even have time to twist around before you collided with Kuai, who caught you with ease, his strong arms hooking under yours as if you weighed nothing.

★ “Careful,” he murmured, his voice rich and warm, making you swallow nervously. He held you there, your back against his chest, his grip firm but gentle. You could feel his breath against your ear, and it made your knees weak.

★ “I, uh—”

★ “it seems that Cyrax is a bit….too eager to help you fall.”

★ You couldn’t help but laugh nervously, his words ambiguously laid out in a way that had you flustered, to say the least. Especially with how the warmth from his grip was beginning to make you squirm a bit…

★ “I-I’m fine,” you managed to squeak out, your voice cracking slightly— making you clear your throat awkwardly.

★ Kuai chuckled softly. “You look more off balance than before…” he pressed on, then without warning, spun you around effortlessly until you were facing him.

★ His hands slid beneath your under arms, adjusting his hold to lift you from the ground, your feet dangling a few inches from the floor as you suddenly matched his height.

★ His dark eyes locked with yours and you were about to stammer out some kind of weak protest—but he simply pulled you in, pressing a kiss of his own to your lips.

★ Unlike Cyrax’s, this one wasn’t fleeting. It was firm yet tender, his warmth enveloping you and making your heart race so fast you thought it might damn near burst from your rib cage.

★ When he pulled back, his smirk was almost enough to make you collapse on the spot. He set you back on your feet, but his hands lingered, steadying you as you swayed slightly.

★ Across a few feet, Cyrax crossed her arms, a knowing grin spreading across her face as she stepped forward. “Well,” she said, her tone teasing, “that was balanced, I suppose.”

★ Kuai’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he glanced at her. “You only suppose...?”

★ You stood there, your face bright red, your lips tingling, and your words utterly failing you. This…was absolutely inappropriate. “Y—you two—! I can’t-”

•••

★ “Breathe,” Kuai said, his voice a low rumble. The man had his left arm belted around your waist—pulling your back flushed against his chest in a more assertive manner than before.

★ You uhm…you found yourself in a peculiar situation now... Hidden in a more secluded corner of the empty training hall, Kuai had his own back pressed against the wall, hiding behind several training dummy’s and other equipment that made do for a makeshift ‘hide behind.’

★ It wasn’t much either, might you add. But—it was good enough. Plus this was a private session anyway. So Kuai was insistent, as your ‘Grand Master’, that he’d be sure everything would go perfect. As long as you stay quiet, that is…

★Your pants were pooled around your ankles, Kuai’s other arm was quick to hook under your right knee, hiking your thigh up for Cyrax, who was knelt down eagerly before you.

★ Kuai leaned in close, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses along your skin as he murmured in a low tone, “Stay just like this…can you do that for us?” You simply nod, your breathing uneven as your eyes narrow to watch Cyrax.

•••

★ Cyrax’s eyes flicked up to Kuai Liangs, seeking his silent approval as her fingers reached for your underwear. At Kuai's slight nod, she deftly hooked her fingers under the fabric, pulling it aside.

★ You choke out a small whine, the air from the room hitting your skin. Cyrax’s eyes never left yours—drinking in every little reaction from you. The way your brows furrowed, how your tongue darted out to wet your lips—how you involuntarily bucked your hips when she barely even touched you.

★ Kuai Liang’s grip only tightened on your waist, making you squirm more, no doubt growing more aroused, but also more nervous. He pressed his lips to your racing pulse again, feeling it flutter against his mouth. “Shhh, just breathe,” he rumbled softly, holding you steady as Cyrax settled between your parted thighs.

★ Cyrax’s breath was hot against your newly exposed skin, leaning in close, “so pretty…” she purred, before pressing a trail of kisses along your inner thigh, growing closer and closer to your aching core with each passing second. Kuai simply hummed in delight, watching intently…

•••

★ Then, without warning, she dove in, her tongue parting your folds in one long, slow lick. “Ohhhh…” you gasped, and Cyrax hummed in response. The vibrations adding to the intense pleasure coursing through you.

★ She focused her attention on your clit, circling the sensitive nub with the tip of her tongue before suckling on it, her soft lips sealing around the bud. Two fingers plunged into you without preamble—pumping in and out of your slicked cunt. You clenched around the intrusion, a strangled moan escaping your lips.

★ Kuai Liang simply whispered, “That’s it, feel her tongue, she’s going to devour this pretty little pussy until you’re begging for more,” he nipped your earlobe.

★ You whimpered, letting tour head fall back against Kuai’s shoulder as Cyrax began to pump harder and faster, her tongue flicking and fucking you with abandon. The dual stimulation had you seeing more than stars—you were seeing galaxies. Praying to the gods you wouldn’t combust from the sheer intensity.

★ Your moans began to grow a little louder—more desperate as the pleasure mounted. Kuai could feel your thighs shaking, could practically feel your approaching climax. But before you could crest that peak, he softly commanded.

★ “Stop.”

★ Cyrax pulled back, her chin and lips glistening with your juices, a slight look of frustration evident in her expression. But she obeyed, giving your clit one last, teasing lick before leaning back on her haunches.

•••

★ His hand slid from under your knee, allowing your leg to lower and press urgently against the other. Before you could comprehend what was happening, you felt his shaft slipping between your slick, quivering thighs. A low, barely audible shudder leaving his lips.

★ He stood still for a second, his cock aching in the silken vice of your legs. You could feel the heat radiating from him. Literally. He was practically searing your skin and you couldn’t help but grind yourself against him for a little friction.

★ He groaned lowly, enjoying how every throbbing vein pulsed against your skin. He began to rut into the slick channel formed by your thighs. teasing your aching cunt with the ridge.

★ Cyrax, who was still on her knees just watched with wide eyes, a pretty pink of her own flushing across her face.

★ “Go on, touch them.” Kuai softly demands. Cyrax stood, and felt you up without hesitation. Caressing your hips, trailing up to cup your chest and play with your nipples through the fabric of your gi top.

•••

★ Meanwhile—Kuai Liang’s own touch remained focused on the slick glide of his cock between yoir legs—the head flaring out to catch your clit with every thrust. Sparks of pleasure shot through your entire body each time he did, your walls clenching desperately around nothing….

★ “Mmm, you’ve come so far….” he murmured, his warm breath tickling your ear. “Watching you train, seeing your dedication and progress… I knew pairing you with Cyrax was the right choice.”

★ He kept a slow, deliberate pace, his cock slipping In and out from between your velvety thighs.

★ in front, Cyrax’s chest heaved against your own. She ceased her fondling and caressing, turning your head towards hers, she claimed your lips in a searing kiss—her tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. Kuai Liang continued his relentless pace, getting dangerously close to penetrating you with every other thrust.

★ You writhed between their two powerful bodies, another needy moan escaping your lips—but it was quickly muted—swallowed down by Cyrax. The heat of Kuai’s touch only intensified, his hands growing almost scaldingly hot against your hips as he gripped them tighter, his fingers sinking into the flesh like a brand.

•••

★ Lost in a haze of sensation, you could barely process your surroundings anymore. You could only feel the soft, pillowy lips moving against your own as you grew more desperate. The fabric of your top grew damp with sweat and arousal, your skin flushed and tingling beneath.

★ Without warning—Kuai’s hips surged forward, his cock slamming into your cunt with a force that stole your breath away. He filled you completely—stretching you around his thick girth as he began to move, his hips pausing for you to adjust—if only for a moment— before setting a relentless, punishing pace.

★ You could only cling on for dear life, your fingers scrabbling at Cyrax’s back, nails digging into her top. Panting and whining softly into her mouth, your hips rocked back to meet Kuai’s thrusts with more desperation. Fuck he was big….

★ Cyrax broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting between you for a moment before she broke it to coo in your ear, “That’s it, you’re doing so good. Taking him so well... such a good little warrior, hm?” She praised, her voice dripping with lust and admiration.

•••

★ Kuai’s breath grew ragged against your neck, his teeth grazing skin as he fought to maintain control. The heat of his touch burned, and for a moment, you swore you could feel flames licking your insides as your walls stretched obscenely around his invading length.

★ Cyrax’s hands slid down from your chest to your sides, gripping your waist, holding you in place as Kuai fucked into you with increasing fervor. Her own hips rolling, grinding her clothed mound against your bare one, adding a new dimension of pleasure to the debauchery.

★ “Take it— feel me splitting you open.” Kuai grunted, and the filthy words were enough to finally make you shatter. “Gonna... ah... gonna cum...” you gasped out, your voice high and thin with need.

★ With a final, brutal snap of his hips, Kuai slammed forward, the head of his cock kissing your cervix and spearing into new heights of ecstasy you never could have dreamt about. Body going rigid as small convulsions spread throughout you.

•••

★ His cock pulses and throbbed inside you as he webbed out scalding hot strings of his release—flooding your insides and painting your walls a pretty pearlescent white of his own.

★ Kuai panted, his grip on your hips slightly loosening as the aftershocks of his orgasm rolled through him. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder, catching his breath.. “That’s a good... good job,” he praised, his voice a low, satisfied rumble.

★ As the high began ebb, Kuai slumped against your back, his chest heaving and forehead sheened with sweat.

★ Cyrax gently eased your head back, cupping your face and tilting it towards her. She gazed at you with affection. “Look at you, you took his load like a true champion…I’ve never seen him lose control like that, you must be special~”

★ You took half a breath before she leaned in, capturing your lips in yet another deep, passionate kiss, tasting the lingering moans and whimpers on your tongue. When she pulled back, she winked at you playfully, your heart flipping at the gesture. “Let me help you clean up….”

•••

★ She reached down, scooping your pants from the floor in one fluid motion and helped ease them back onto your trembling legs. As she did, Kuai pulled out of you with a soft groan, a trickle of his cum dripping down your inner thigh.

★ He quickly tucked himself away, not caring about the sticky mess he had just made before turning to you with a soft smile. “You did incredibly well.” He praised, his thumb brushing over your kiss swollen lips. “Keep up this…dedication, and you’ll be unstoppable…” His eyes flicked to Cyrax, and then back to you.

★ He straightened up—his muscular form still gleaming and powerful, even as a satisfied grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

★ “Cyrax will continue your training. Be in the meditation chamber in an hour and a half after. Both of you.” His tone left no room for argument.

★ Cyrax just smiled—taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Come on, then. We need to get you cleaned up and hydrated.” She led you out, since your legs were practically jelly at this point—along with your fucked out brain.

[iliketangerines]

jealous fox

a/n: art by @inienil and also the fic is for her as well because she got me into fall out

pairing: vulpes inculta x gn!reader x craig boone

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), boone goes down down down on reader/courier, vulpes inculta, nonconsensual voyeurism/exhibitionism bc vulpes is always watching, some overstimulation, some repressed feelings, the whole shebang yk

Vulpes watches as you and Boone set up camp for the night, unbeknownst to the legionnaire tracking you through the desert

he didn’t quite understand why his Caesar had thought of you so important, especially traveling with the profligate Boone: NCR scum who stood against everything that Vulpes fought for

Boone was nothing more than a degenerate, deserving of the cross and to lay his sins in front of the burning sun, but if Caesar deemed you worthy enough of Vulpes attention, then Vulpes would listen and follow

settling down into the dirt and dust of the cracked earth, Vulpes set up his own small quarters, just enough so that he would not be covered in filth when the morning came

he adjusted his hood so that he could peek at the two of you over the rocks he hid behind and so that Boone would not spot and shoot him

nothing in particular happened in the next hour, you chattering useless drivel as Boone listened in his quiet, and Vulpes let the soft breeze carry your voices down to him

as the night set in, the moon cooling the earth and bringing about the noise of the dark, you seemed to settle down as well, only the crackling fire and the sound of clinking bottles filled the air

Vulpes kept watch as Boone cleaned his weapon methodically, practiced hands sliding over the metal with ease, and he flicked his eyes over to you as well, blinking as he saw that you watched Boone’s hands with rapt attention

in the chittering of the night, Vulpes could not hear your conversation but he could see Boone’s lips moving as the sniper glanced toward you and he could see you flinch and then raise your hand to rub the back of your neck in embarrassment

you move your head to the side and then mumble something before taking another sip of your drink, and Boone goes back to his gun, wiping it of its gunpowder and grease

in the next few minutes, your gaze drifts back to Boone’s hands, and Vulpes watches as you lose all interest in your drink, opting to instead lick your lips as you stare

your eyes flick back up to Boone, finding him staring right back at you, but this time you do not look away

Boone clenches hard onto his gun as he stares at you, his lips moving and Vulpes squints, trying to decipher the words

he still cannot hear and can only watch the silent conversation as you say something back, and Vulpes watches as your grip tightens on the drink in your hand

and then Boone raises his hand to cup your cheek, his lips moving once more almost as if asking a question, and you nod

Boone leans forward, kissing you, and you drop the drink in your hand, letting it fall to the ground and spill its contents onto the ground as you move one hand to cup the back of Boone’s neck and move the other to clutch onto Boone’s shoulder

Vulpes clenches his jaw and feels something clench onto his heart as he watches the two of you kiss and claw at each other like wild monsters

Caesar was wrong to be interested in you

indulging in the worldly pleasures of life that did nothing to further your goal was the trait of a degenerate, someone who deserved punishment and death

you acted like a profligate worthy of the cross, and yet Caesar, the son of Mars, still purported that you had great value in spreading the word of the Legion

Vulpes thought that you would be better in the Gomorrah, or perhaps you would be better as his personal whore, his pet, his prize after all he has done for his Caesar

he watches, a sneer on his face, as you fall onto your back, Boone covering the length of your body with his, and he moves his knee against your crotch

a sinful sound leaves you, one that even Vulpes can hear from his distance, and he lets out a breath, something inside of him trembling as he hears you let out more of those noises as Boone lets you grind against his leg

you move your lips from Boone’s to instead bury your face into his neck instead, and Boone lets you hide your face as he grinds his knee into you

a loud punched-out whine leaves you, one that even muffled grinds into Vulpes ears and sends a jolt from his chest down to his stomach

Vulpes could feel the stirrings of his cock inside of his skirt, and he curses at himself, clenching his fist so hard that his nails cut into his palm

it was not his fault, it was because of you, your degeneracy, your filthy sounds sending him further and further into the pleasures of a profligate

he grits his teeth and watches as you let your head flop down onto the floor, almost as if exhausted, and Boone croons at you, his lips dipping down to the nape of your neck

you squirm underneath the man, and he simply continues his assault upon your neck as one hand easily undoes the belts on your pants and then slips one underneath

Vulpes watches as you jolt underneath the touch, openly moaning into the air as your hands scrabble at the Boone’s shoulders

this was filthy, disgusting, a plunge into sin and an indulgence of pleasure and yet Vulpes could not stop watching, could only feel his own cock rise and ache for touch

it was not fault, it was not his fault, Vulpes repeated the mantra to himself as he reached into his skirt and wrapped his hand around the length of himself

he bit his lip to stop the sound that threatened to escape him as he pumped his hand up and down, his eyes never leaving your trembling body as Boone brought you to another high

you let out another sound and then fall limp onto the floor, almost tired, and Boone presses another kiss to your lips before trailing his kisses down your neck

although Vulpes cannot tell for sure what Boone does, he can see how you shake and flinch underneath the ministrations, and he can see Boone take his hat off and then shove it into your mouth to gag you

even through your makeshift gag, Vulpes can still hear your moan, and he lets out a gasp as he rubs his thumb over the slit of his cock, biting his lip when he’s realized his error

you can’t be human to have this hold over him, he was loyal to Caesar, to never indulge in personal pleasures for the sake of pleasure

perhaps you were some sort of heavenly being meant to test him, to test his resolve and his loyalty to the Legion, maybe you had held magic and cast a spell when you had first met him

Vulpes lets out a stuttering breath as he watches Boone jerk your pants down and then pull them off before letting your thighs settle onto his shoulders

one of your arms press over your eyes as if you were embarrassed, and your other hand grips onto his beret to press further into your mouth in a futile attempt to muffle your sounds

it doesn’t matter because Boone presses his head in between your legs, his arms wrapping over your thighs to pull you in closer to him, and you only whine louder

Vulpes can’t turn his eyes away, not when you tremble so…deliciously

he should look away, should sneer at the both of you, should leave and report that you are unfit to Caesar, should kill Boone and take you prisoner during your vulnerability

and yet all he does is grip onto his own cock tighter, suppressing a hiss as he watches you buck your hips into Boone’s mouth

he can feel his mouth go dry as you shake and and tremble and fall apart so easily underneath Boone

it seemed almost unreal, an illusion, the great courier, strong and unyielding, able to fight off ghouls and beasts with ease now trembling and falling apart with something so simple

Vulpes simply watches as Boone seems to lose himself in between your legs, even as you start to whine and whimper and even as tears start to drip your face

he can’t help but think you look so pretty crying and helpless as Boone ignores your pleas that it’s too much

he can’t help but think that you would look prettier if he was the one in between your legs and making you cry all those tears

his hand pumps faster around his cock as he imagines it was him there, that you were making all those sounds for him, that you were crying tears of pleasure because of him and not Boone

snapping his eyes back open, he focuses his gaze back on you as you shake and whine out Boone’s name in a hoarse voice

Boone murmurs something, Vulpes can’t hear it and something aches inside of him when you smile, earnestly smile up at Boone

not one of lust nor politeness nor pride

it’s something different, and Vulpes feels frustration claw at his stomach as you and Boone kiss so tenderly

not like before when you and Boone had been so desperate to touch each other, this time it is more tender, softer, gentler

Vulpes grits his teeth, watching as you rake your nails down Boone’s back through his shirt, watching as Boone takes off the rest of his pants, leaving him in only his shirt

it should look ridiculous, the both of you only half-undressed, and he should attack you both when the both of you are vulnerable

your weapons are scattered in the sand away from you two, his weapon sits right next to his hip, ready to be drawn and slay the both of you

he does nothing but bite his lip and grip onto his cock tighter as he watches Boone push himself into you while the two of you groan in unison, and he continues to watch as Boone rocks in and out of you, his pace speeding up until it’s the filthy sound of his hips slapping against yours

Boone groans quietly, only heard by Vulpes through the breeze, and you whine pitifully, your nails scratching at Boone’s back and your legs wrapped tight around Boone’s waist

even from Vulpe’s spot far from you, he can still hear the filthy squelch of Boone’s cock thrusting into you, and Vulpes wants to shoot Boone down right where he stands

it should be Vulpes there, fucking you into oblivion, not an NCR degenerate

Boone doesn’t deserve to hear all your sweet moans, every filthy pathetic sound that spills from your lips as you slowly start chanting Boone’s name like a prayer

Boone doesn’t deserve to kiss and bite at your neck, feeling your skin against his as your nails drag along his back

Boone doesn’t deserve you

Vulpes lets out a small grunt as you cry out Boone’s name, the NCR profligate groaning out your name as well as his hips slow down and finally come to stop, his cock buried deep inside out of you as he lets you ride out your high

you shake and tremble in Boone’s hold as he lifts his head up to kiss you, and Vulpes feel the last of his seed spill out onto his hands, wasted on the dry earth

it’s disgusting, Vulpes shouldn’t have to be watching you two from a distance, he should be fucking you full of his cum right now, to claim you as his

he wants to hold you down and bite your neck as you moan out his name and beg him to cum

he wants to hear you beg and beg and cry for him as he denies you what you so desperately crave

he wants to feel you fall apart and tremble and shake and gasp all because of him

he wants-

he wants to kiss you and have you look at him the same way you looked at Boone

the sound of rustling fabric brings Vulpes out of his trance, and he watches as the NCR profligate slowly slips out of you, a small whine escaping your lips at the action, and grabs a towel and his water canister from his bag

slowly, Boone cleans you of the dust and grime from the day and from fucking you against the dirt, and you seem grateful, relaxing and swaying slightly and leaning into Boone

Vulpes can feel his jaw becoming sore with how hard he clenches it, and he puts his forehead up against the rock to calm himself, taking a few deep breaths

it doesn’t matter that Boone has you right now

in due time, you would be Vulpes’s, he would make sure of it

you would join the Legion, you would be his, and he would pleasure you greater than any NCR degenerate every could

yes, you would see the error of your ways, and you would be his

he would be the one to make you cry, the one to make you shake, the one to make you moan as you reach your release

he would be the one to…

to kiss you so gently, to clean you up afterwards, to wrap his arms around your body as the both of you bathe in the afterglow and drift off into sleep

Vulpes looks up from his post one last time, engraving the memory of you sleeping peacefully into his mind, before cleaning himself up and laying down to sleep for the night

he would continue following you, he would go back to Caesar and give his report, and then, he would have you

forever

[iliketangerines]

YEEES YEEEEAAAS YES LOOOOOORD MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWEEEEERED

Now, kiss my hand.

👽:Beep Boop, I’m in love with a MONSTER (girl) I really want her to hold me and kiss me and pet me and love me and tell me I’m her’s…໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ (kinda proof read? I tried)

🖇️:Empress Mileena x Reader fic

⚠️:Fluffy, Light romantic tension, you’re a simp.

★ “Focus.” Raiden’s voice snapped you from your train of thought, but not before Mileena gracefully ducks under your half assed punch, sweeping your legs out from beneath you. The world flipped, and before you knew it, you were flat on your back, staring at the sky.

★ Mileena stood over you, holding one sai loosely in her hand while twirling away the other, sheathing it at her hip before she reached out to offer assistance. Her expression was poised, as always, but her lips curved into something akin to a smirk.

★ “You were distracted,” she spoke, her voice holding a teasing lilt as she tilted her head towards you.

★ “No, I was—okay, yeah, maybe a little off par with my focus…” you admitted with a sheepish grin. Grasping her hand, the first thing you note is how sweaty yours is and you immediately feel self conscious—especially when her brow lifts.

★ “Mmh, Clammy palms…?” She inquires, obviously noticing your flustered demeanor, her voice a velvet smooth purr.

★ Coughing, you pull your hand away like you had been burned. “No idea what you’re talking about…” you lamely say, fooling nobody, least of all Raiden, who crossed his arms with a faint sigh.

★ Who could blame you though? The woman radiated elegance and power in a way that left you completely unprepared. She’s literally the Empress. And you? A new Earthrealm recruit still figuring out how to hold your own in sparring matches.

★ Somewhere along the line, you had developed a bit of a crush—okay, a big crush—and now every single interaction with her felt like walking a tightrope over a huge pit of embarrassing mistakes.

•••

★ The first time you’d caught Mileena’s attention, it had been during a grand diplomatic gathering of some sort. Liu Kang was invited, and by extension the other Earthrealm defenders, including you. She entered the hall in her full imperial regalia, her gold and violet attire shimmering beneath the lighting, causing you to nearly walk into a pillar at the sight.

★ Johnny noticed immediately, cocking a brow with a devious smirk. “Smooth, champ. I mean, real subtle,” he snickered.

★ Ever since then, you had found yourself in an endless loop of trying too hard.

★Compliment her? Stuttering and stumbling over your words. Offering a spar? You suddenly have two left feet and trip during the match. Apologizing about eight times too many. You wanna try and impress her during a mission? Yeah sure, it kinda works…until you end up stuck in a mud pit as she offers you help with an amused look to her eyes.

★ At this point, you weren’t even sure why you kept trying, except…when Mileena smiled at you, it made the whole day brighter.

•••

★ “You’re quite persistent.” Mileena remarked that afternoon as the two of you walked through the palace gardens.

★ You felt the chill of the gentle breeze against your cheeks, brow slightly furrowed. “Persistent?”

★ “With how often you challenge me to spar…you must know by now that i’ll win.”

★ You scratched the back of your neck, “Yeah, well…its not really about winning for me.”

★Mileena paused, turning slightly to face you. Her eyes softened, an almost golden hue catching in the afternoon light. “If its not about winning, then what is it about?”

★ You hesitated, wondering if this was the moment you’d make a fool of yourself again. “Maybe…maybe spending time with you is my main goal…”

★ Her expression flickered briefly—surprise, perhaps? But instead of scoffing or brushing it off, Mileena let herself smile genuinely for a second.

★ “You do realize I’m the Empress, don’t you?” She asked with light skepticism, taking a step closer to you.

★ “Oh—I more than realize that. And that’s my problem,” you replied with a small, almost deprecating laugh. Unable to mask your infatuation with her.

★ She laughed softly, the sound rare but melodic nonetheless. “Mmh, Earthrealm isn’t accustomed to subtlety, is it?” She lightly teased.

★ You simply looked away, your expression bashful. “We’re not too good at practicing it, I suppose.”

•••

★ Later that evening, as the gathering drew to a close, you found yourself standing near the palace gazebo. You weren’t sure why you lingered. Maybe in hopes for a little more time to simply bask in her presence.

★ To your pleasant surprise, Mileena approached, her steps quiet but deliberate. “Still here?” She asked, resting her hands lightly on the railing beside you.

★ “Couldn’t leave without saying goodnight to my favorite Empress.” You said, mustering the courage to be bold first once.

★ Mileena’s gaze slid toward you, amusement glinting in her eyes. “Favorite? Aren’t I your only Empress?”

★ “It doesn’t make it less true.” You double down, your tone almost earnest.

★ There was a pause, filled by the hum of Out Worlds night. And then, quite unexpectedly, Mileena extended her hand towards you, her palm facing down as she poised her fingers. Presenting her bedazzled knuckles to you.

★ Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest. “Uhm…?”

★ “Kiss it,” She instructed lightly, tilting her hand towards you once more.

★ Staring at her with wide eyes, you weren’t entirely positive if you misheard her or not. “Pardon?” You softly asked, too afraid to ask if she meant what she said.

★ Her eyes narrowed playfully. “You know, I expect a proper goodbye from my favorite Earthrealmer. Now, kiss my hand.” She reiterated, smiling fondly at you.

★ Your head tilted forward just barely, registering her seriousness and quickly taking her hand, you swallow your heart down, trying not to think about how warm her skin felt against your fingertips. With reverence, you bring her hand up to your lips, pressing the lightest kiss to her knuckles. You were practically glowing after, your hand lingering in hers, not wanting to let go.

★ Mileena’s gaze was fixed on you. Unreadable but not unkind. “You’re endearing,” she murmured, brushing her thumb against your knuckles before pulling away.

★ “Well, I most certainly will keep looking forward to our meetings…and our sparring matches.” She adds almost casually, “Keep up that charming persistence of yours. Perhaps you’ll get the better of me, might I say even the best….” The words felt like a hidden invitation wrapped up as a challenge.

★ With that, you walked backward with a dumb smile plastered on your face. Not wanting to look away from her as did so, you clumsily tripped over your own feet and barely caught yourself before finally turning to hide your embarrassment. Making way back to where the portal and the others had been very patiently waiting for you.

👽: She’s perfect. She’s everything i want. Everything i need. LOOK AT HER—I WOULD KILL FOR HER, I WOULD DIE FOR HERRRR *flips table*

[iliketangerines]

a battle of the egos

a/n: the two of them would fight about it like dogs let's be fr

pairing: kano x afab!reader x johnny

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pussy eating, finger fucking, slight overstimulation, eager Kano, slightly mean Johnny

you can’t believe you’re stuck in an actual dick-measuring contest

but you suppose sticking two of the most egotistical men you’ve ever met in your life in a cramped hotel room while on a mission wasn’t the smartest decision

it’s not like you had volunteered to be here, General Sonya Blade hadn’t wanted to deal with them themselves (understandably), but then she had given the assignment to you

you’re still reeling over the fact that the Black Dragon and the Special Forces even have a temporary truce to track down a group that’s been giving the both of you trouble, but it’s given you more trouble than it’s worth having to balance out the arrogance of both Kano and Johnny Cage

at this point, you think your body might actually shrivel in on itself from the way the two of them are glowering at each other, and you pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration as you listen to the metal of their belts clink

even worse, the hotel only had one bed available in the already cramped room with a less than proper mattress and an even more suspicious looking couch

“so, luv, who’s got the bigger dick?” Kano’s voice cuts through your line of thought, accent as thick as the hair on his chest, and you scowl at the both of them

“seriously? are you-oh my god.” you cover your eyes for a moment as the both of them whip out their dicks as if they’re swords

this is an absolutely ridiculous situation, Sonya owes you a big fucking favor when this mission is over

“c’mon sweetheart, it’s not like you’ve never seen one before.” this time Johnny eggs you on to look, and you feel heat crawl up the back of your neck

so, you’ve never actually seen a dick in real life before

that isn’t to say you aren’t skilled with a toy on yourself, but you’ve always been too far engrossed in your work to manage a relationship long enough to reach that level

besides, you had heard the horror stories that men are pretty shit in bed anyway, so you didn’t think you were missing out on much

silence fills the room for too long, and you hear Johnny suck in a sharp breath at the realization

“are ya kiddin’? you’ve never actually seen a cock before?” a laugh escapes from Kano, and you scowl from behind your hand as he continues to taunt you, “what, ya scared or something? don’t worry, i won’t bite, not unless you ask.”

you can already hear the infuriating smirk behind his smile, and as much as you hated their pride, yours was just as big

taking a breath and turning back around, you steel your nerves and bring your hand down into your lap and try not to seem too embarrassed as you glare at the both of them

heat still burns across your face even as you scowl, and your manage to drag your eyes down to where they’ve got the front of their pants unzipped and their dicks pulled out

Kano, unsurprisingly, sports quite the bush down there, and he’s thick, thicker than any toy you’ve ever used on yourself, and he, surprisingly, is uncut and looks quite clean for a man with his reputation

“oi, don’t look so surprised, i’m not risking an infection down there.” Kano almost seems offended, his mechanical red heart seeming to glow with anger, and you raise your hands up in surrender

“yeah, yeah, whatever.” you roll your eyes and close them for a moment, just to try and shake off the embarrassment of not just looking but observing someone’s dick, and you take another break before you open your eyes to compare his to Johnny’s

Cage, unsurprisingly, is as hairless as his chest, and he’s not quite as thick as Kano, but he’s cut and a bit longer

“well, i mean, Cage has the longer dick, so he wins. now, can you please put them away.” you turn your gaze away, and as an extra security measure, you put your hand up to shield whatever is left of your dignity

“ha! i knew it!” there’s the telltale sound of a zip coming up from his pants, and you can hear the triumph in Cage’s voice

“whatever, length doesn’t matter when it comes to pleasure.” there’s a bit of a grumble from Kano, a hint of a challenge, and your back stiffens

please, please, please, you are begging internally for Cage to not take the bait because you don’t think you can take any more of their cockfighting anymore

“excuse you. i bet i’ve made more people cum than you ever will.” Johnny took the bait, you’re officially going to go insane

“ha! as if! all you’ve got going is your looks.” “it’s not like you can do any better.”

you tune out their squabbling as they start to resort to petty insults, and you bury your face into your hands

absolutely ridiculous, maybe you would be better sleeping out on the highway because then you could get away from the two of them

maybe if you go back to the front desk and beg, you could get a room by yourself and let the two of them fight it out by morning

the sharp call of your name startles you out of your thoughts, and you look up from your hands to the both of them

“me or him?” Johnny looks at you expectantly, and you flick your gaze back to Kano and then to him again

“what?”

“it’s not that hard, luv,” Kano rolls his eye at you and crosses his arms across his broad chest, “who do ya think is the better lover: me or him?”

for a second, you think your mind has short circuited or that you've teleported to a different timeline, and you stare at the two of them blankly

“you want me,” you point at yourself, “to judge which one of you is the better lover.”

“are you both stupid? why would i know that? i’ve never slept with anyone let alone with the two of you.” the two of them stare at you, and Johnny has the decency to look somewhat embarrassed as you scoff

Kano scratches at his beard, and you feel something shift in your stomach when a smirk crawls over his face and he starts to walk toward you

“well, we can fix that, can’t we?” Kano leans over you so that his nose bumps against yours, and your jaw drops open on its own volition

partly because you’re offended by his proposition that he would assume you would want to sleep with the both of them and mostly because you’re angry that he’s right

you sputter, words coming and failing to organize themselves into anything comprehensible as Kano simply leans in closer to you so that you can feel the scruff of his beard rub against the shell of your ear

“whaddya say, luvie? wanna go for a round with the both of us?” out of the corner of your eye you can see Johnny shift on his feet, almost as if he seemed interested in the proposition as well

Kano pulls back from you, a smirk on his face as he grabs one of your hands into one of his own and brings it up so that he can kiss the back of your knuckles

“i-um, uh-” you still can’t manage to find the words, syllables and sentences and feelings weighing down your tongue as your mind frantically tries to pull itself back together

it’s not as if you’re completely opposed to it, as big as their egos are, they existed for a reason, and you suppose that the both of them aren’t terrible options for your first time

if you exclude the fact that Kano is a wanted mercenary in most countries around the world

“well, look, don’t let Kano pressure you into anything here.” Johnny stands next to Kano, shouldering the mercenary to the side so that he has to let go of your hand

his hand comes to rest on your knee, hesitating for a brief second as if testing the waters, to see if you really were okay with the two of them being here with you

“i mean, well,” you can feel your ears and your face burn as arousal pools at the bottoms of your stomach, “i wouldn’t be…opposed to the idea.”

Kano smirks and rushes toward you first, his hand shoving Johnny back to the side while he lends down so that he can kiss you first

a squeak rushes out of you from how absolutely hasty he is, the roughness of his beard rubbing along your skin as his lips crash into yours

it’s almost painful how quick he is, teeth slightly clacking together as his hand hold onto you, one at the back of your neck and the other squeezing at your waist, and he seems almost desperate for this, to kiss you

he moans, something deep and guttural, into your mouth, his eyelashes tickling at your cheek they flutter close, and your hands grip onto his shoulders as you feel yourself be swept away into his eagerness

Kano grips on tighter to you, tilting his head slightly to try and kiss you deeper, as if he could mold himself into you, and he squeezes at the back of your neck

it makes you let out a small sound as your mind goes slightly fuzzy, and his tongue laps at the space of your lips

and yet still, he is somehow not close enough to you, and he finally drops his weight onto you

your body falls back onto the bed, and your legs wrap around his waist while your hands hook underneath his arms so that you can dig your nails into his back as he continues to kiss you

his mechanical heart digs into your chest, but the feeling is negligible to how his beard scratches at your face, drawing your attention back to his lips every time

he groans as his hips buck forward, grinding you against him, and you whimper into his mouth as it provides the delicious friction that you had been searching for

Kano pulls away from you, allowing you to catch your breath, and he trails his head down to mouth at your neck, his fingers rubbing your chest through your shirt

“fuck, you don’t know just how long ‘ve wanted this.” his words are mumbled, barely audible as you whine whenever his teeth nip into your sensitive skin

his fingers find your nipples through your shirt, and he pinches them roughly, drawing a yelp from your lips as your hands go to scratch at his back

a loud moan echoes from him at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin, and his teeth sink into your neck while his hips rut into yours lazily

“fuck, please, please Kano.” you squirm and gasp as you grind down on him, trying to get more friction on your aching clit, anything to try and relieve the pleasure

he doesn’t say anything, only a low groan answering you, and he flits his eyes to Johnny in the corner and shoots a wink to the actor

Cage has his brows furrowed, gaze firmly fixed on to your face and the way that sweat has started to shine on your forehead

he wishes he could be there instead of Kano right now, the one trailing kisses down your chest, the one lifting the hem of your shirt just enough to bite at your lower stomach, the one pulling off your pants and seeing your pussy glisten with need

if it were up to him, he would tease you a bit longer, mark your neck up a little more just to draw those sweet begging noises from you

his dick twitches in his pants, but Johnny ignores it and simply crosses his arms over his chest, waiting for his turn

you don’t notice the jealousy emanating from Cage, lost in how Kano’s sharp teeth dig into the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh and rips small desperate mewls from your throat

your hands have shot down to his hair, pulling and tugging at the short strands, and Kano groans at the feeling, finally putting his tongue to good use

he licks a wide strip up your pussy, friction flying along your clit and to your brain, pleasure imploding behind your eyes as you whine

the sounds between your legs is lewd, loud slurping and deep moans, almost bordering on a growl as Kano worships your cunt

his tongue is wide and flat along your clit, and one hand grips on tightly to your thigh, fingerprint bruises guaranteed to be there tomorrow as a reminder of tonight

his other fingers slap at the inside of your thigh as you try to close them and buck your hips away from his face

it’s somehow too much and not enough at the same time, and it feels different from all those times you had taken time to pleasure yourself

this feels more primal, more intense, something that builds a pressure inside of you until it felt like you could burst at any moment

words have all but left your mind, only helpless pleas and calls of Kano’s name as he slides two fingers into your drooling pussy

he curls them upward at the same time as his lips suck on your clit, and you whine loudly, hips bucking against his face and your back arching off the bed as you cum

Kano doesn’t let up, letting you ride his face as he sucks your clit and continues to rub his fingers against that one spot, and you feel like you’re going insane as the pleasure starts to build up again too quickly after the last one

a large hand clasps onto the back of Kano’s neck, essentially scruffing him, and Cage pulls Kano away from you, your body falling down onto the sheets and trembling as you try and process the pleasure racing through your body

“oi, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Kano snaps at Johnny, lips curled down into a frown and a sneer on his face, and Johnny scowls back and throws Kano back away from you

Cage wants a taste of you for himself, something clenching at his heart as he looks at your arousal and cum smeared along Kano’s face and beard

he doesn’t explain himself as he lays down where Kano had been a moment ago, his lips moving to work along your leg, leaving gentle kisses along your skin as you pant

his arms go to move underneath your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he kisses along the length of him, and he feels you squirm and your fingers tug at his hair in an effort to give you what you want

“patience, sweetheart.” it’s all he says as he continues to kiss along your thighs, moving to your other one first before even thinking about touching your pussy

Kano seethes at Johnny’s side, jealous of how you seem more needy, more desperate for Johnny as he continues to deny you your pleasure

patience had never been Kano’s strong suit, eager to demonstrate his skills to you and make you cum on his tongue and his fingers, but you couldn’t blame him

you vexed Kano, one playful banter after the next whenever you had met in the past during battle, and for some reason, it had drawn him to you

none of the other Special Forces even bothered to talk to him, more focused on capturing or killing him, but you conversed with him, talked with him

in his own head, it felt like you cared for him, even if he was the enemy, and strangely enough, he felt safe with you, a feeling he hadn’t really had for the better part of two decades

to see you come apart for Johnny, Kano hated it, despised it as Cage finally placed a kiss onto your needy clit and drew a loud whine from your lips

your fingers tug at his cropped hair uselessly, trying to find any purchase as your lips let warbling moans and cries fill the air, and your hips desperately tries to grind against Johnny’s face as his tongue slides along your folds

his arms keep your hips pinned in place however, only letting you take the pleasure that he gives you, and it makes you needy and pathetic as you start to beg

“please, please, Johnny, mmng aannh, pl-please!” your cries grow in volume as Johnny ignores you, doing everything but touch your clit, and he watches as it slightly twitches

a small smile plays on his lips as he lays his tongue along the inside of your thigh and then nips at the skin, “please what? can’t give you what you want if you don’t ask.”

you want to sob, unable to really form a coherent sentence in your head as Johnny continues to tease you, and your tongue seems to twist on itself on you try and speak

“wan’ wanna cum, please, please, i want to cum!” hot tears finally escape your eyes, and you can distantly hear Kano stifle a groan at the sight of you so ruined underneath Johnny

as much as he despised Cage, Kano had to admit that his patience made this experience much more enjoyable to watch

Johnny practically purrs as you beg, and he moves one of his hands to lift up the hood your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard

it’s all too much at the same time, and you cum on his face as your hips buck and grind against his face and your sobs fill the air

his tongue presses flat long licks against your clit as your orgasm washes away, and your chest falls in uneven breaths as your body shakes

“you alright, luv?” Kano’s warm hand cradles your cheek, and you hum, eyes fluttering open to stare at his

Johnny watches through squinted eyes as Kano comes to coddle you, glaring at how he brushes a hair out of your face, and Johnny lets out a displeased grunt at the sight

he presses a kiss along the inside of your thigh before resting his cheek on it and looking up at you with a cheeky smirk, “so, who did it better?”

your mind still spins as you blink down at Johnny in confusion, “huh?”

“who made you feel better, me? or him?” Kano runs his fingers through your hair, eyes concentrated onto the nape of your neck where he had left the imprint of his teeth

“uh, um, i don’t-” you still feel heavy, clouded from both of your orgasms, and you whimper as Kano’s hand drifts down to rub along the bite mark he gave you, “-i don’t know.”

Kano’s lips pull into a grimace, a pang of jealousy running through his heart that he hadn’t really done any better than Johnny, and Johnny looks equally as disappointed at the verdict before a sly smile reappears on his face

“i guess we’ll just have to keep going until you decide, hm?” Johnny doesn’t give you a chance to answer before his tongue is back on you, lapping at your arousal and cum as a whine peals out of you, overstimulation starting to kick

for once, Kano agreed with Johnny, his eyes raking over the skin of your body as your eyes cloud with pleasure

neither really wanted the other to win, especially not if it meant they could spend the whole night with you like this

[iliketangerines]

Helllooooo I have a request, or any of the earth realmers (you can choose) reacting to/sparring with a fem! Reader who due to trainging their whole lives are swole as hecc

Like okay hear me out..wide shoulders, thick arms, v-lines, abs the whole shabang (or however you spell it) maybe it’s a little flirty or they get a little flustered when reader manhandles them bc they’re used to female fighters being smaller (in both stature and muscle size(??)) so reader makes them act up and giggle and kick their feet y’know?????

👽:Oui I like this prompt a lot so I did a small handful of the Earth Realm Defenders TeeHeeHee!!!

Characters:Johnny Cage, Liu Kang, Kung Lao and Kenshi

⚠️:Flirty vibes, Banter, nothing awful tbhhh maybe a few innuendos.

Johnny Cage

★ Johnny watches you step into the training ring, arms crossed but eyes blatantly scanning you up and down. His usual bravado flickers just a little when you roll your shoulders, making those delts pop.

★ “Oh, wow—guns like that should be illegal.” He smirks but takes a slight step back. “I mean, I’ve seen muscle before, but you’re built like a final boss.”

★ You crack your neck and gesture for him to come at you. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

★ He lunges in, probably expecting to at least land a hit or two. But the second your hand clasps around his wrist, and you effortlessly twist him into an arm lock, his knees almost buckle.

★ “Whoa, whoa—hey! I bruise easily! These are million dollar arms, you know!” he yelps.

★ You don’t let go immediately, raising an eyebrow. “I thought you were tougher than that, Cage.”

“Oh, I am,” Johnny manages, grinning through the pain. “I just didn’t expect you to sweep me off my feet literally. Buy me a drink—or dinner first, y’know?”

★ You roll your eyes and finally release him. As he stumbles back, he rubs his wrist, but there’s a sparkle in his eye. “We should spar more often. For… scientific reasons.”

Liu Kang

★ Liu Kang maintains his usual calm demeanor, but his eyes linger when you flex, your arms tightening as you prepare to square up. His gaze flickers away just a second too late.

★ “You’re… very disciplined,” he says, clearing his throat.

★ You smirk. “You can say it, Liu. I know you were checking me out.”

★ His lips twitch at the corners, but he doesn’t deny it. “I was merely admiring the results of your training. Impressive physique is a sign of dedication.”

★ You raise an eyebrow. “So you were looking?”

★ He opens his mouth to respond, but you rush him—and when he goes to defend himself, you grab his leg mid kick and hold it. His balance shifts slightly as his hand instinctively lands on your shoulder to steady himself.

★ For a second, neither of you move.

★ Liu blinks at you, his ears burning up. “I didn’t expect that.” He admits, feeling his chest tighten. He hasn’t felt this challenged in almost a century. And what you presented to him left him more than intrigued.

★ You tilt your head. “Sure about that? You’ve been watching me pretty closely.”

★ He exhales through his nose, the faintest smile playing at his lips. “I like to be thorough…”

★ With a gentle push, you lower his leg and step closer, your fingertips brushing against his chest. “And what do you think now that you’ve had a closer look, my lord?” You ask with a teasing lilt to your tone.

★ Liu meets your gaze steadily, though the flush on his cheeks deepens. “I think you are… stronger than most. And far more dangerous.”

★ You grin. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

★ “I meant it as one.” His quickly says, letting his eyes linger a little longer before he steps back into a ready stance. “Again?”

Kung Lao

★ Kung Lao was spinning his hat on his finger tip, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His other hand rest on his hip while he watched you warm up.

★ He wore a lazy grin—but his eyes flickered down your frame more than once. “Didn’t realize Earthrealm was recruiting bodybuilders now,” he quips. “You could probably crush my head like a grape.”

★ You shoot him a look. “Want to find out?”

★ “Tempting,” Kung Lao says, stepping onto the mat. “But I’m more of a ‘flirt first, get crushed by your thighs later’ type of man, if I do say so myself.”

★You shake your head, feigning a lunge toward him just to make him sweat a little.

★ “WAIT—“ His eyes widen, and he holds his hands up in defense.

★ “Scared?” You lightly chuckle, more than enjoying the reaction from the big mouthed monk.

★ “Me? Never.” He tips his hat, but his bravado falters when you actually close the distance and he has to crane his neck just slightly to meet your gaze.

★ When the fight begins, Kung Lao tries to dance around you with agility. But the second he’s within reach, you grab his waist and effortlessly hoist him over your shoulder, slamming him down onto the mat.

★ He groans dramatically, sprawled out. “Okay… ow.” You cross your arms over your chest, looming over him with a knowing smirk. “Done already?”

★ He props himself up on his elbows, giving you a half lidded stare. “Y’know, most women flirt with a ‘hi, hello, how are you?’. But you just body slammed me… Not that I’m complaining, but wow.”

★ You laugh, offering your hand. “I can slam you again if you keep talking.”

★ “I might like that,” Kung Lao quips, taking your hand with a grin.

Kenshi

★ Kenshi stands calm, his sword resting loosely at his side as he listens to the shift of your footsteps. His blindfold scrunching with his furrowed brows, looking in your direction as if he’s tracing your outline in his mind.

★ “You have a strong presence,” he says softly, almost contemplative. His head tilts. “I can feel it from here. It’s… grounding.”

★ You smirk as you stretch your arms above your head, flexing beneath the light. Your shirt hikes up, revealing a sliver of your toned stomach. “That your way of saying I’m heavy?”

★ Kenshi chuckles under his breath. “No. It’s different. There’s weight in your stance… but not just physical. It’s the kind that draws attention without trying.”

★ His tone is even, but the way his head shifts just slightly toward the glimpse of your belly does not go unnoticed.

★ Kenshi moves fluidly when the spar begins, his sword gliding in measured arcs. But the rhythm breaks the second you step into his space, catching his wrist mid swing and twisting the blade from his grip without effort.

★ His breath catches almost imperceptibly as your hand tightens around his forearm. For a moment, he simply stands there, muscles tense beneath your hold.

★ “You disarmed me faster than I could sense it,” he murmurs, voice quieter now. His head dips lower, his unseeing gaze falling to where your hand grips him.

★ There’s a pause, his free hand lifting—hovering near your shoulder, like he’s mapping your shape by proximity alone. His fingers curl faintly in the empty space, but he doesn’t quite touch.

★ “…You’re stronger than I anticipated,” he admits after a beat, and there’s something almost reverent in his tone. “Much stronger.”

★ You lean in closer, your breath brushing against his neck. “Didn’t expect me to handle you so easily?”

★ Kenshi’s lips part slightly, as if he wants to retort—but the words catch. His hand finally lowers to your shoulder, his grip light, yet lingering as if testing how real the sensation is.

★ “No,” he answers honestly, fingers curling just slightly against the nape of your neck. “I didn’t.”

★ Your smirk deepens, and you let him go with a slow, deliberate motion. Kenshi takes a step back, but his hand trails lightly along your arm before slipping away.

★ He stands there for a moment longer, head tilted in your direction, his breath just faintly uneven. “I, I may need more practice…” Kenshi says finally, his voice lower than before.

★ You arch a brow. “Not used to someone stronger?”

★ He chuckles softly, his smile faint but genuine. “Not used to being this distracted.”

👽: I might make a part two to this with the rest of Earth Realm baby boys because this prompt got me GOING right now. 😩

[iliketangerines]

light vs shadow

a/n: this took way too long

pairing: light!raiden x afab!reader x dark!raiden

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), fingerfucking, implied size kink

you feel like you’re going insane with the way Lord Raiden kisses you

or the darker version of him? it doesn’t matter, not with how his scarred and callused hands cradle your face as if you are made of porcelain

his voice is low and soft, face carved with lines of stress and age and anger, and yet he is so soft with you, lips moving against you so slowly and gently

he does not protest when your hand goes into his long white hair and pulls it out of its neat bun, and he does not protest when you tug on the shimmering locks

he simply lets out a low groan and moves one hand from your face to press against the small of your back and drag you in closer to him so that your chest presses against his

there’s a slight shuffle behind you and then you feel the hands of your Lord Raiden rest upon your waist as his teeth nip at the back of your neck

his hands are not nearly as callused, only slightly softer, but they are just as experienced as one hand dips down and brushes against your pussy folds

you let out a small sound, trying to grind your hips down on his fingers for some more pressure, but he simply moves with you, a small laugh escaping from his lips and splaying on your back

“you should have more patience than this, little one.” your Raiden teases you only slightly, and you can already see how his eyes crinkle with his amusement

before you can retort, your attention is brought back to the older Raiden as he groans and nips at your lips, sensing how he was losing your attention to the younger version of him

he continues to kiss you, his grip on you firm and strong as the lighter version behind you finally presses his fingers upward against your clit, slowly rubbing it in small circles

a sigh escapes from you as your hips grind against him on instinct, and you tug on older Raiden’s hair as you start to whine

“you’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” a shiver crawls down your spine at the older Raiden’s words, voice hoarse and rough from his wars and his anger

“no! i-i’m not!” you let out a whine as your Raiden slowly pushes one finger inside of your drooling pussy, and your hips jerk forward, not quite used to stretching so quickly

both of them let out a small chuckle, and the younger Raiden simply responds by slowly pumping one finger in and out of you while grinding his palm into your clit

“it doesn’t seem that way with how you’re soaking my hand right now.” your Raiden teases you, breath splaying across the shell of your ear before his lips move down to kiss along your neck

you want to make a jab back at them, but you can only let out a strangled whimper as the younger Raiden slides another finger inside of you

his fingers already feel impossibly big inside of you, stretching you out much further than your own fingers, but you don’t get a chance to concentrate on the thought as the older Raiden kisses you once more, stealing the breath out of your lungs

all you can do is tug at his shining white hair and moan into his mouth as the slightest form of rebellion

the younger Raiden only hums and curves his fingers, looking for that one spot to make you melt, and he presses kisses to the skin of your back as he searches

it’s not long before he finds it, your back arching off him, a loud whine escaping from your throat as your hips jerk forward into his hand

he smiles against you, working his fingers against the spot, feeling you tremble and shake underneath his hand as he continues to pleasure you, and he can feel the burning stare of the older version of him trying to burn holes through his head

a byproduct of jealousy and longing, he supposed, after all, it had been several years since this older version of him had gotten to see you, much less touch you

looking back up at the darker version of him, Raiden simply smiles and brings his free hand up to pinch at your nipple, silently jeering at the god as you moan louder at the feeling

the older Raiden simply growls and focuses his attention back on you, his eyebrows for a moment softening, his eyes staring at you as if you held the world in the cup of your palm

you don’t seem to notice, mind too hazy with pleasure as your body tries to grind down harder on Raiden’s fingers, attempting to bring yourself over the peak

Raiden can feel you clenching around his fingers, your arousal dripping from you and staining the inside of your thighs and the sheets the longer he fucks you on them

“that’s it, that’s it, so good for me, for us.” the older version of him speaks up, his voice gentle even as he bites at the exposed flesh of your neck

his hands stay on your waist, moving with you as your hips grind down further onto the younger version of him, and he hums at the sight of your face etched with pleasure

it’s truly a wonderful sight, one that he had missed for so long, and Raiden brings his head up to swallow your sounds as you whine and cum on his younger version’s fingers

he can feel every tremble of yours beneath his fingertips, the way your lungs struggle to breathe against his chest, your fingers tugging at his hair

you separate the kiss first, bringing your forehead down to rest on his muscled shoulder as you try and catch your breath, and the younger version of him slips out his fingers, admiring the glisten of your arousal on them

he brings them to his mouth, tasting it with his tongue, and Raiden can’t help but let ou a soft moan at the taste of you: it’s so much better than anything he could’ve imagined

it was a mistake to have thought you did not return his feelings, he should’ve courted you sooner, if only to see you smile and to undress you completely with his hands

the darker version of Raiden hums, lifting your head up and pressing one more kiss to your plush lips before you push at his chest and slightly shuffle backwards

your hand goes to wrap around his cock, eager to give him some semblance of pleasure too, but Raiden simply catches your wrist to press his lips to the back of your knuckles

“please, just let us worship you tonight.” his eyes slightly crackle red, and you feel the younger version rest his hands on your hips and press his own lips to the crook of your neck

“i mean-well, are you sure?” there’s still a nervous stammer to your heart, unsure if this is real, two versions of the god you have harbored feelings for worshipping you in every way

it simply felt unbelievable

“yes, we’re very sure. you can’t even begin to imagine how long we’ve waited.” the younger Raiden speaks up, his voice slightly hoarse, and you purse your lips for just a moment before nodding

the darker Raiden smiles, kissing the inside of your palm this time and focusing his gaze on you as the younger Raiden let go of you for a brief moment to slip off his pants

you go to kiss the older version, one hand resting on his face as he groans and puts one of his hands on your shoulder and the other at your waist

he wants more, to do more to you, to ravage you until you couldn’t speak, to kiss you until you couldn’t breathe, to have you boneless and spent from his hand alone, but after so many years without your presence and with only anger to fill the gaping hole of your absence, it was much too tempting to not take you right here 

perhaps at a later time, he could properly ruin you

his hand tightens at your waist when he feels you twitch in his hold, and you whine into the older Raiden’s lips as you feel your Raiden grip into your hips, the length of him grinding in between your cheeks

the younger Raiden dips his hand to your clit, slightly rubbing it side to side, just enough to relax you, and he slowly pushes forward, the tip of his cock stretching you out further than you can believe

a strangled sound leaves your throat, and you have to rest your forehead against the darker version’s shoulder as you tremble in his grip

tears spring at the edges of your eyes, and the younger Raiden places a soothing hand at the small of your back, “relax, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

he doesn’t press any further into you, simply waiting for you to relax as his older version presses gentle kisses to your neck and murmurs soft encouraging words into your ear

your breathing evens out after a few moments, and the younger Raiden slowly presses forward, keeping watch of your every small gasp and slight whimper

however, he can’t help the loud groan that escapes him as he bottoms out, his pelvis flush with your ass, and his hands grip on slightly tighter to your hips

you pant and whine into the older Raiden’s mouth, your arms trembling with holding the weight of your upper body to continue kissing him

“see, doing so well for us, taking me without a complaint, so good, so perfect.” the younger Raiden murmurs it, feeling and seeing how you tremble underneath his praise, and he slowly draws his hips back and then thrusts forward once more to listen to the punched out moan you give him

the older Raiden watches, enraptured with how you slowly unravel further and further underneath their collective touch, your moans becoming a blubbering mess the faster and faster the younger version of him fucks into you

soon enough, you can’t support yourself on your arms anymore, and he has to shuffle himself towards you on his knees so that he can support your weight as you whine and gasp

it allows the younger Raiden to slightly change his position, the head of his cock bullying against your sweet spot, and you let out a high-pitched sound as your pussy clenches around him and you come

the younger Raiden is quick to follow, hands gripping so tightly onto your hips that he’ll be sure to leave bruises tomorrow, and a low groan rumbles from his throat

he thrusts inside of you a few more times before finally pulling out, eyes transfixed on how a mix of his and your cum drips out of your cunt

you seem to catch your sense eventually after a few light kisses to the nape of your neck, and then the older Raiden drags you forward so that your hips meet

a yelp escapes from you at the sudden movement, and then a soft sigh as he kisses you, your hips settling down and grinding against the length of his cock

“i hope you didn’t forget about me.” the darker Raiden rests his hands on your hips, lifting you up briefly so that you can sink down on the length of him, and you can’t even find it in yourself to make a snappy remark as he dips his head down to nip at your neck

it seems as though you were in a for a long night

[iliketangerines]

hungry

a/n: hey there @hungryhornet

pairing: titan havik x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pussy slapping, pussy eating, lots of biting, dacryphilia, a little overstimulation, biting kink

you have sprawled yourself all over the bed, stretching out your fingertips and your legs to reach the ends of the bed, and you sigh and let your body melt into the sheets

although you loved the chaos, hunting throughout the realities to retrieve warriors for entertainment, nothing quite compared to the softness of silk and comfort

especially when Lord Havik lay next to you, his arm wrapped tight around your middle and a displeased grunt rumbling from his chest whenever you move in his grip

“stay still, my heart, or i will make you.” his voice is gravelly, vibrating against your skin, and a small smile crosses over your face at the threat, the promise

you do not answer, instead only wriggling further in his grip and slipping out of his arms to jump off of the bed, letting the silk sheets slip from your bare figure so that the soft pink light reflects off of your marked skin

his white eyes trail over the many scars you have received from your conquests, the marks from him, bites that had sunk into your skin, the nails that had dug into your flesh

to him, you looked beautiful, a dangerous and gorgeous mess of anger and fight and spit and blood

if only you would come back into his arms so that he could worship you further, to paint further upon the canvas of your skin and for you to mark his flesh further with your own passion

“will you not come back to bed?” he finally props himself up on his elbows, gaze focusing on your chest, his bitemarks still so raw and fresh against you from last night

“come and make me.” and then he is left with only your laugh teasing the wind, the soft pitter patter of your feet against the rough stone of his domain, sprawling and endless and chaotic

Lord Havik laughs and rises from his bed, pushing himself after you and following the sound of your laughter throughout his domain

you step over the floating rocks, dancing in between them and dashing just right out of his grip, placing gentle kisses along his fingertips, his marred face, his shoulder whenever you pass by him, too quick for him to catch

he laughs whenever you do, chasing after another touch of your lips, another hint of your warmth, another taste of you

but, of course, as much as you were his weakness, he was yours, and as Lord Havik’s laugh reverberates in the air, you find yourself staring at him for a second too long, and his hand finds itself wrapped around your bicep

you slam into his chest, and his arms wrap tightly around your middle, a satisfied smile on his face as a raspy chuckle comes from his throat

your lips curve into a smile as you lift your legs up to wrap around his waist and your hands hold onto his broad shoulders

“oh, you’ve caught me! whatever will you do to me?” you tilt your head at him, watching as the background blends and melds back together into his bedroom

“a punishment and then a feast.” the whites of his eyes slightly squint as Havik smiles, and then he presses the flat of his teeth against yours, a sigh escaping from you as you kiss him

he then moves his face to nuzzle against yours, rubbing every part of his cheek against your smooth skin before moving his head down to bite your neck

it reminds you of a cat with the way Havik rubs himself against you, smothering you in his scent, a subtle reminder that you are his territory, that you are not to be approached by any other without his permission

a small laugh escapes you, and he lets out a noise, a mix between a grunt and a rumble, using his teeth to nip at your neck to bring your attention back to him

“what is so funny?” his eyes peer up at you, but you can see the playfulness in them

“that’s for me to know, and for you to find out.” you lower your head for another kiss from him, and he happily obliges you, sighing as your lips press up against his marred skin

for everything that you two are, violent, warmongering, chaos reincarnated, he appreciated the gentleness of your touch against him, your love for all of his torn flesh and mangled face

Havik lets out a pleased rumble as you continue to dote his face with light kisses, and you feel the soft sheets of silk touch your back once more as he lowers you to the bed

his head lowers from you, teeth once again nipping at your neck before his tongue laves over the mark, and you sigh, bring your fingers to tangle in his rough hair

he only hums at the feeling of your tugging, and his hands leave trails of molten heat as he lowers himself further and further down, his fingers brushing against your skin, briefly stopping to pinch at your nipples to draw a yelp out of you

his shoulders spread your legs apart, and he bites at the insides of your thighs, tongue soothing over the sharp indents as you let out small sounds

here, your flesh is still soft, hard muscle padded with fat, and it only makes you all the more reactive whenever he bites you, a greedy claim over you

sinking his teeth into you once more, Havik listens to your desperate whine, hands pulling at his hair roughly as your hips jerk up into the air

your pussy drools with arousal, soaking your folds and your thighs and the sheets, and Havik groans into the skin of your thigh as he watches your clit twitch, needy for some attention

but he prefers to tease you, to have you dissolve into a begging mess for him first, it was one of his greatest pleasures, to have a warrior such as yourself bend down to him with some coaxing

you squirm on the bed, trying to grind yourself into his face once more, and Havik grunts in displeasure, peering over the lines and curves of your body to look at your face

a slight sheen of sweat has covered your skin, and your lips are turned down as your fingers tug into his hair, “stop teasing me and just-!”

he doesn’t let you finish your sentence, his hand coming down to slap your pussy, fingers brushing up against your clit as a loud yelp escapes your lips

“i think i remember you teasing me first, hm?” his voice barely registers in your ears as you feel the finals stings of pain wash away into pleasure

“i think i promised you a punishment first.” he skims his fingers over the surface of your inner thighs and brings both of his hands up to push your thighs further apart from each other

“well, i suppose you did.” you grin down at the titan, watching how his eyes squint in amusement as his breath fans over your skin, and you bring your hands up to grab the pillow that your head rests on

you have a feeling that you’re going to need it

Havik sinks his teeth back into your thighs, feeling how the muscle twitches underneath him, and his fingers tease your folds, simply rubbing them up and down, pressure against your clit but not enough to truly give you any real semblance of pleasure

and then his hand raises up and slaps down harshly onto your cunt, and an involuntary whine falls from your lips as your nails dig into the pillow

the pain sings along with pleasure, and in the distance, you can hear Havik cooing at you, rubbing the sides of his face along your thigh and licking the red and raw bitemarks he’s left along your body

you close your eyes, trying to make your stuttering lungs take in another deep breath before he slaps your cunt again

his hand rubs along you, soothing the pain into nothing but a numbness, and you can feel the drool of your pussy staining your inner thighs and the sheets

it seems like more of an afterthought however as his hand comes back down, this time the harsh pads of his fingers directly landing on your overly sensitive clit

a loud punched-out sound comes from you, and you feel your cunt clench around nothing, desperation leaking from you as your back arches off the bed

his hands hold your thighs wide apart as you squirm on top of the silk sheets, mind whirling and spinning from the pleasure that shoots through you, burning down the edges of your nerves

when you finally calm down, the only movement being your heaving chest, Havik gently runs his fingers along your inner thighs, eyes fixated on how swollen and puffy your cunt has gotten

he licks his lips, nearly salivating at the sight of you just so desperate for him, your arousal now staining quite a large part of the sheets

maybe he can push one more slap onto your sensitive pussy before you teeter over the edge, or maybe he wants to draw this out to see how much you can take

Havik grunts, opting to sink his teeth into your inner thigh to distract himself from how delectable you look, your clit practically twitching for more attention, for just enough friction to make you cum

“Havik-please, i’m-i’m-” you cut yourself off with a whine as your pussy clenches around nothing, mind far too shattered and sealed back together with the need to cum to even beg properly

“yes, my heart, what is it?” Havik smiles at you, his pride preening when he hears a high-pitched cry sound from you as his fingers graze against your oversensitive clit

carefully, he brings his hand to lift up the hood of your clit, his own cock twitching at the sight of your needy bud out in the open, desperate for any sort of friction

“i want-i want to-fuck, just, please!” you squirm on the bed once more, hands gripping onto the pillows as Havik holds your thighs down firmly

he lets you work through your neediness, the twitching ache in your body, and he lets go only once you have settled down

a hum escapes from him as he hears the first sniffle escape from you, and he glances up to catch the sight of fat tears starting to roll down your face

always so bratty, so demanding of pleasure right away and quick to throw a tantrum when you wouldn’t get it immediately

of course, Havik muses to himself, listening to your cry of pleasure as he licks a flat stripe up your cunt and drags the rough texture of his tongue over your exposed clit, he was partly to blame for how needy you always were

he was also so quick to please you, never able to resist longer than a minute before wanting, needing to make you cum and taste you and feel you

his tongue laps at your clit with rough licks, his hands holding down your thighs as your hips jerk and hump up into the air, your voice filling the bedroom with the song of your pleasure

it’s not long before you cum from his tongue, your back arching off the bed and Havik’s name a prayer from your lips as your eyelids flutter shut

a sick part of Havik wants to ruin your orgasm, to see how you plead and whine and beg for him, but he can’t bring himself to

not when you taste so sweet, so you, on his tongue, and especially not when you sound so pretty calling out his name as if he was an elder god

finally, your shaking body slows down to a mild tremble, and Havik, mournfully, brings his head back away from your cunt, licking away the last remnants of your pleasure from the flats of his sharp teeth

his hands rub along the length of your inner thighs, letting you calm down a little longer, and to perhaps buy himself a little time himself because if he fucked you right now, he would cum in mere seconds

kneading along the fat of your thigh, he hums and simply stares at you, how beautiful you are, the curves of your skin, the scars littering your body from all the wars you have fought

you truly were so perfect for him

Havik stands up, hooking your knees over his shoulders and dragging you along to the edge of the bed, and he lets out a chuckle at the slight squeak you let out

there’s still a haze in your eyes from your orgasm, and he laughs and holds his hand out toward you

your hand immediately lets go of the pillow supporting your head, and you go to hold his hand as he starts to grind his cock against the folds of your pussy

he lets out a hiss of pleasure, squeezing your fingers as he feel his cock brush against your heat, the head catching along your clit and making you whimper as well

you blink down at the sight of his cock, feeling the drool pooling in your mouth at the sight of it flushed and heavy against you

once again you squirm on the sheets, grinding yourself against his cock in an effort to try and get him to fuck you, and Havik just smiles at how eager you are

“Ha-mmnfh, Havik, just, please?” your voice wobbles as he uses his free hand to grip onto his cock and slap it down onto your sensitive clit

your teary eyes look up to his white ones, red-rimmed and slightly puffy from crying earlier, and Havik groans at the sight of you begging so sweetly for him

he doesn’t give you a verbal answer, instead drawing his hips back enough to then slowly push his way into you, feeling how you stretch around him

there’s a slight sting of pain that sings through you at how his cock stretches you out, but it quickly gives way to pleasure, and you hold on tighter to his hand

when his hips are flush with yours, his free hand goes to splay across your pelvis, his thumb coming down to rub at your clit, and you clench around him, gasping at the feeling

Havik groans and pulls back, thrusting back in slowly, savoring the feeling of you clenching around him so desperately and listening to the wet desperate squelch of your pussy

his thumb rolls practiced circles on your clit, your arousal only slicking the slide, and you moan and whine at the feeling, panting into the air as you feel another orgasm quickly approaching

it’s like fire lighting your veins, and your thighs tremble as you grow ever closer and closer to the peak

he can feel how close you are in how you shake, the slight scrunch of your face, your hand tightening its grip onto his hand, and he swipes his thumb over your clit faster, needy to have you cum on his cock first before he reached his own peak

your mind goes blank as he quickens his pace, the wet slap of his pelvis against yours sounding throughout the room, and a groan leaves your throat as your hips buck up into the air

Havik only laughs at how you move in his grasp, and he only fucks into you harder, cooing at you as you tears start to roll down your face, “that’s it, you can take it, i know you can.”

his words pass over your head, stuck too high in the pleasure as you cum, and a high-pitched whine escapes your throat as you tighten your grip onto his hand

your pussy clenches around Havik’s cock, and he groans at the feeling, panting out your name as he cums inside of you

he can’t help it as is hips start to stutter in their pace, but his thumb never stops moving against your clit, only slowing down when your body has mellowed down to slight trembles

“mmrgh, are you-are you gonna cuddle me now or what?” even through the haze of your orgasm, you’re still just as bratty as before, and Havik barks out a laugh

“i don’t know. should i?” he knows he’s lying, he wants to cuddle you as well, and he lets down your legs from his shoulder but not before leaving a kiss to the side of your knee

Havik leans forward and lays his weight onto you, keeping his cock snuggled deep into you, and you groan and flail your arms against his back as he practically crushes you under his weight

“i didn’t-i didn’t mean like this, you-!” you don’t get to finish your sentence as Havik leans his head forward to press his teeth to your lips, silencing you with a kiss

you groan and squirm underneath him enough, however, to get him to roll you both onto your sides, and you let out a sigh and finally kiss Havik back

he hums and tightens his hold on you a little tighter, content to just have you for right now

his conquest for khaos could wait, as long as you were in his arms

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Forgot my birthday wish and went out with my friends-

SPICY ERMAC SPICY ERMAC I CHANT FROM THE STREETS

If and when you have time of course🥰🙏🏻

Spicy Ermac Headcanons x Fem!Reader

A/N: FINALLY I CAN DELIVER! I'ma be in Canada for a few days so I'm trying to get this out like a few hours before my flight lmao Content Warnings: NSFW 18+, AFAB! Reader, Sexual Themes, Smut Genitalia, Fingering, Cockwarming Overstimulation, Binding/Immobilization

Ermac is a service top and soft dominant. While Ermac prefers to be in control majority of the time he isn't against letting you take control every now and then if you wish

Loves to take his time. Sex with Ermac isn't quick, it is long as he will draw it out as long as possible. Slowly breaking you down piece by piece as he soaks in all of your reactions; every gasp, moan, hitch in breath, the way your breasts moves as your breathing progressively grows heavier. He sees all of it

Is not satisfied until he's made you near pass out by the time y'all are finished, bonus points if you do pass out from the onslaught of pleasure Will make you cum at least 5 times before he even nears his peak

Adores to hold your face, staring into your eyes as he brings you closer to yet another orgasm. Your body hyper-sensative to every touch of his calloused hands, every sweep of his magic dancing across your skin. "We know you can do one more, our moon... you can do this. Just one more~"

Loves watching the way you squirm on his lap when the sensations become too much, your thighs quivering and walls fluttering around his fingers as they delve deeper

Will use his magic to strap down your legs and arms, forcing you to stay still as he works his fingers faster into your worn walls. Curling his fingers with every deep thrust

His magic always has a subtle buzz like feeling as it coils around your limbs, anchoring your thighs down with your legs and holding them apart for Ermac's greedy gaze and hands

Can and absolutely will encase your clit with a ball of his telepathic magic, surrounding the sensitive bud with the buzzing sensation

While Ermac isn't normally the talkative type, he will constantly whisper honey coated words to you even if it isn't physically spoken outloud, the constant buzz of voices around him are loud enough in close proximity. Talking you through everything and showering you in praises. "Tell us, love... what do you need? We'll give it to you, as much as you wish~" "So beautiful, taking our cock so well... perhaps you need more of a fill~"

Just as much as Ermac loves to break you apart under his skilled hands, he loves to feel your mouth around his cock. Kneeling between his legs, watching your lips stretch obscenely around his dick as it slides further into the wet heat of your mouth. He could sit there for hours honestly. Hand in your hair as his cock rested in your mouth, it's weight heavy against your tongue. He could feel every slow caress of your tongue along the underside, every suction and muffled moan that left him shuddering.

Okay... so like... y'all remember in like MKX i believe one of Ermac's ending screens had him basically erupt with his souls with a loud as echo-y yell. That's him when he cums lmao

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Wade Wilson Boyfriend HeadCanons

👽:slowly but surely getting back into my writing 💅🏼 (not proof read just super horny like a clown 🤡 HONKAH HONKAH)

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SFW ♥️

★ Wade is a silly guy. So silly in fact, he’ll crack jokes or shoot a sarcastic comment your way—mid argument. “How am I supposed to listen when you look this good right now?” Fear not! Because he knows when to shut up. (When you tell him to)

★ Bro defo has a Roblox account. Not elaborating.

★ Despite his chaotic and reckless behavior, Wade is actually super protective and would go to extreme lengths to keep you safe. And then some. “Hey! Back off! Don’t you fuck with her! Unless you wanna fuck with me too. In that case we’ll need a sit down discussion for—“ “WADE!” “Right—sorry.”

★ Expect big, wild romantic gestures. Like standing outside your window while holding up a boom box. (playing ‘what you won’t do for love’ by Bobby Caldwell) or (attempting at) writing your name with fireworks. (There were definitely ‘unexpected’ explosions)

★ “I know it’s only Tuesday, but I totally, legally rented a helicopter so we can pretend we’re in the aveng—no? Okay…plan B then: Breakfast in bed with (penis) questionable pancakes.”

★ Cuddle bug Wade. Are we surprised? This man lives off of physical touch and affection. Wrapping you up in his arms, not letting you go with a shit eating grin. “Nope, you’re not leaving this couch. We’re practicing the ancient art of Wade Wrapping, which requires at least three hours of cuddles, just sayin.”

★ He is nonstop teasing you. It’s a hobby for him, really. (And his love language) Coming up with silly nicknames for you, challenging you to random games or chores, he’s not below making fun of himself to see you smile either.

★ “Oh-ho? You think you can wipe the track with me in Mario kart? That’s cute.” “Honey—you look fine. Approachable even. Unlike me…” (he says while laying limbless on the bed. Literally….)

★ Uses his dark humor to comfort you in times of ‘what the actual fuck?’ Knowing how to turn even the bleakest of moments into something a little lighter. “Hey, I know life might suck granny tits right now…but at least we’re not in a rom-com where one of us has to die or something worse for the other to grow emotionally, right?”

★ Unwaveringly supportive of you in any conflict. He is going to take your side. Every. Single. Time. Backing you up even if he has literally no idea what’s going on or why. “You said Rick was out of line at work today? Well guess who’s getting a strongly worded letter in the form of interpretive dance in the parking lot?” “Is it Ri—“ “it’s Rick.”

★ Wade loves experimenting in the kitchen with you! Attempting to make meals that sometimes end up in hilarious disasters, followed up by a take out order.

★ He breaks this…’fourth wall’ sometimes. Like looking off into the distance and talking to an invisible audience or camera while addressing you. This dead ass bewilders you at times. But mostly you roll your eyes at his antics.

★ “Can you believe this shit?” He’ll ask, turning to an imaginary audience. “I’m over here being the perfect boyfriend—funny, handsome, protective, all that—and you guys still think Peter Parker is the ‘Ideal Boyfriend’ pffft. Get real.” *turns back to you* “anyway, where were we?”

★ This overgrown man child is a PDA enthusiast. Unashamed of hugging, kissing, or trying to dip you during a playful dance in public. He doesn’t care, he’s proud to be with you and wants everyone to know it. “You know what this sidewalk needs? A spontaneous make out session”

★ One hundred percent would insist on wearing matching or theme outfits. Whether it’s full on costumes or something little like matching socks. “Ta-Da! Matching Taco Cat shirts—no, no. Don’t fight it. This is how we show the world we’re a team. Through peak fashion choices.”

★ Loves movie nights. They’re full of commentary, with your boyfriend narrating or making fun of the movie plots. He’d insist on watching rom-coms or action movies for sure.

★ You’ll receive unconventional love letters in the form of doodles, short jokes, or notes saying “I love you more than The Golden Girls. And that’s saying something. ;)”

★ Wade is a pretty chill dude. He’s not overboard with jealousy. But that won’t stop the man from making his classic (not so jokey) jokes when he feels like someone might be getting too close to you. “Oh, flirting? With you? Cute. Should I go over there and casually mention that I’m the love of your life and also really good with sharp objects?”

★ Beneath all the jokes and chaos, he has moments of genuine, heartfelt affection. Whispering his love and gratitude for you at unexpected times. “I know I never take shit for real. But I’m serious about you, about us. You’re my safe space, the one part of my life that makes sense on this stupid chunk of rock floating in space.”

★ Remembers odd little details about you. Showing it with unexpected gifts that align perfectly with your interests. (Even if they’re a bit off beat.) “I saw this super limited edition action figure of (favorite character). I had to get it for you—don’t ask me how, just say thank you and let’s run—“

★ Randomly belting out terrible renditions of love songs at the top of his lungs, just to get a laugh from you.

★ Acts tough for your amusement, like he’ll pretend to be all macho around your friends to make you laugh. “Yeah babe, I’m like, indestructible. Just gotta…” *struggles to open a jar of pickles* “wait—hold on. This jar is definitely cheating…”

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NSFW 🍆💦

★ Wade love love LOVESSS making you watch while playing with your pussy. Using his mouth, fingers and all kinds of cute little toys.

★ Tying your hands together, behind your back and sitting you in front of the mirror with your legs spread wide as he slowly circles your clit with a bullet vibrator, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “You see how fucking wet you are for me, baby?” “Look. At. This~” “did I say to look away? Didn’t think so…”

★ He’s into all kinds of crazy shit—high key an exhibitionist.

★ Fucking you in a theatre bathroom, pressing you up against the stall while he covers your mouth, dipping the head of his cock teasingly into your aching cunt.

★ “I don’t give one shit if someone hears us, I need you. Now.” “Shhh baby, gotta stay quiet if you wanna cum.” “Stay still now…”

★ Eating you out in the back of the car, hands kneading your plush thighs while looking up at you with that knowing, shit-eating grin. Not even bothering to wipe you from his chin.

★ Struggling to keep your eyes on the man, a red flush taking over your face as the vibrations of his groans send shocks of pleasure through your entire body.

★ Fingering you under the table/using a remote control vibrator on you when you’re out having dinner. “Yeah that’s it for me and uh, what about you babe?” He asks nonchalantly, as if he weren’t bumping the bullet to its highest intensity or running his fingers over your panty clad pussy. All the tasty stuff. It’s the thrill of almost being caught for him.

★ Baby girl also LOVES when you take control. Straddling him, tying him up to the bed, slapping his face. He’s fucking into it.

★ F-fuckk~ wan—wanna touch you so bad~” he whimpers, hips bucking involuntarily while you ride him, bouncing in his lap with your hands on his shoulders and his cuffed. “Mmff—need to cum…please, please—I’ll do whatever you wa—aaah, fffuck!”

★ Wade loves to buy you new toys/lingerie sets all the time! He’ll come through the door with a bag full of new things to try out or on. “Oh, come on—put the bunny ears on…I’ll let you do that one thing you like.”

★ Costumes, dressing up, role play. Cops and robbers, Professor and student, Master and pet. He loves that shit and has a lot of fun with it.

★ “You have the right to remain silent, on your knees, now.” He’ll smirk, cuffing your hands behind your back, trailing a finger down your cheek before fucking your face. “Cock hungry bitch, aren’t ya? Such a good girl…” he croons, pulling at your leash.

★ “You call that begging, honey? Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but you’re gonna have to be louder than that if you want me to fuck you silly.” He teases, sending a sharp smack to your ass while prodding at your slick pussy with his shaft, making you arch and whine out for him.

★ If you’re into it, he has no issue with knife/gun play. “How does it feel…?” he purrs into your ear, slowly sliding the cold metal up your stomach, circling your belly button before trailing up your chest, then collarbone, pressing the blade/barrel to your throat/temple. “Scary? Hot? Scary-Hot?”

★ Loves making you squirt, finger fucking you into oblivion, thumb pressed against your clit until you can’t take anymore. “Fuck yeah, baby.” He pants, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and cleaning them with a simple ‘pop’.

★ “Mhhh…” Wade hums in delight before shoving the same fingers into your mouth—pushing past your teeth, forcing you to taste yourself with a groan “You’re so yummy, don’t you think?”

★ If you’re being a brat, expect proper punishment. “Oooh, talking back to me, huh?” He’ll ask, gripping your face with one hand, forcing you to keep eye contact. “Watch that damn mouth of yours, pretty bitch. And keep riding me—I didn’t say stop.”

★ He’ll make you grind your hips until you’re sore. It’s so fucking good it hurts. “Awww, my poor baby…look at you crying and riding. You must be exhausted, hmm?” Wade grunts, bouncing you on top his lap as if you were a rag doll. His cock slamming into you, hitting that sweet spot—never missing a beat. “Keep going—be a good girl and keep going…”

★ Once you’re both a spent, panting, boneless mess beside each other, he’ll shower you with praise and pepper your face with kisses, combing your unkempt hair with his fingers as he caresses your arm.

★ Wade would set up a diy spa in the bathroom for you. Complete with cucumber slices, a glass of wine (or whatever you want) and a bath that’s wayyy too bubbly. He’d try and give you a foot massage while joking “Only the royal treatment for my queen. Minus the actual royalty…those guys were more fucked up than half of Alabama…”

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👽:I wanna be SAVED Deadpool PLEASEEEE SLUT ME OUTTTT

[iliketangerines]

light it up

a/n: college has been kicking my ass oh my god

pairing: tomas vrbada x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI) dubcon (you're both high af), biting kink, pussyeating, slow and sloppy guys

smoke curls in the room, filling up the dredges of your body and easing the worries of your mind, and you let out a loud sigh, smoke rising from your mouth and filling the air

you barely blink as you slump your head to the side of your pillow to look at Tomas

he lays on the bed next to you, eyes closed and chest rising slowly as he lets the drug work through his system and numb the ends of his nerves

your entire body feels sluggish and and numb, the ends of nerves lighting up whenever his fingers brush against yours when you pass him the blunt

under the low light of your room, his body sinking into the mattress and the softness of the night, he looks so beautiful, relaxed and face free of worries

turning your body over to face him, you take a long drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs and your mouth, and you prop yourselves up on your elbows and tap his chest

he turns to you with half-lidded eyes, mouth slightly parted, and you grab onto his chin gently and bring your lips close to his and blow the smoke into his mouth

Tomas lets out a groan, one heavy hand coming up to hold onto your shoulders, fingers stumbling and nails digging into your skin as if trying to ground himself

you pull your head back to admire him, to see how he breathes in your smoke, how his eyes slightly flutter close and then how he looks at you

he looks starved, eyebrows curved upwards as he looks up at you, and his hand on your shoulder only tightens

his hand tugs at your shoulder, and you easily fall on top of him, your chest pressed flush against his and your lips only a breath apart

“please…” Tomas all but groans it, desperation coloring his voice, his other hand coming up to cradle your face, and you lean into it

the warmth bleeds into you, dripping into your veins and warming your body, and you let your head drop down so that you can kiss him

both of you groan into it, lips moving lazily against each other, and Tomas brings his hand to cusp the back of your neck to try and bring you closer into him

he groans in frustration, that you’re not close enough to him, that he can’t feel all of you against him, and he flips the both of you over so that you lay on your back

it makes your head spin, but you can’t really find yourself caring as he brings his lips to yours again, his hips slotting themselves in between your legs

you wrap your legs around his waist, tightening them as best as you can underneath your induced state, and Tomas groans at the feeling

your hands come up to his back, fisting the cloth underneath your fingers and moaning as his hips involuntarily buck into yours

the cloth of your underwear drags across your sensitive clit, sparks exploding across your vision as it does so, and you whine into Tomas’s mouth

“fuck…mmmf- Tomas, please,” your hands tighten their grip on his shirt as his hips continue to rut into your lazily

pleasure shoots through you, overwhelming your other senses as it flowers behind your eyelids, and you can already feel your orgasm hurtling towards you

“i-i know, i know,” Tomas groans, his lips moving down to kiss your jawline, messy kisses covering your skin as your hands continue to cling onto his back

his teeth slightly sink into the soft flesh of your neck, right below your chin, high enough for everyone to see what he has marked you as, and your mouth lets out a high-pitched whine at the feeling

the pain floods you, colliding with the pleasure, and you can barely think as your orgasm washes over you like honey, slow and sweet as it soaks your mind with buzzing

Tomas groans at the same time, his teeth sinking further into your skin, his hips grinding into yours, and you can feel the outline of his hard cock press through his pants into you

he finally lets go of you, simply resting his forehead against the bare flesh of your neck and letting his breath fan into you, and you loosen your grip on the back of his shirt

neither of you move for a moment, simply feeling how each of you breathe against and with each other, the room feeling more like a haze than a space

you feel like you’re high above, floating among the stars with Tomas, his hand in yours as the both of you dance with the pulsing galaxies

there’s a faint hum playing in your ear, and you shiver as you feel Tomas’s rough hands slide up your sleep shirt and over your skin

his touch sends your nerves ablaze, lighting with every simple glide and stroke of his fingers against the skin of your sides and then your stomach

he presses his lips to your neck and then further down, kissing you through your shirt, and yet you can still feel them burning against you and tracing a path down

slightly pushing your shirt up and above, he reveals the soft flesh of your lower stomach, the slight fat of it, and Tomas thinks he could cum again just staring at it

you still stare at the ceiling, stuck in a fog when you feel his tongue and then his teeth worship your skin

it makes you squirm and whine, tongue heavy in your mouth as your head grows more clouded with each devoted kiss of his lips

and Tomas presses his face as far as he can into you, obsessed with how soft you are, how pliable you are right now, how much he desperately needs you

his fingers curl underneath the waistband of your pants and your underwear, and he tugs them off of you, breath hitching in his throat as he stares at the expanse of your legs

he settles in between your thighs, moaning as your fingers find themselves threading through his hair, and Tomas can’t help but kiss you again

your soft plush legs surround him on both sides, and Tomas can feel his head whirling around, blood rushing down again as he kisses and licks at the stretchmarks

once again, he bites into the inside of your thighs, a hidden claim on you, that you were his, that he was yours, so utterly and completely yours

Tomas could spend an eternity here, worshiping you on his knees, if only you would keep rewarding him with those sweet moans of yours, the lazy tug of your fingers on his hair

he noses his way toward the apex of your thighs, where your pussy drools for him, the sweet scent of you filling his nose, his head with only the thought of you

his face plants into you, his tongue lapping at you sloppily as his nose grinds against your swollen clit, and you groan and whine, closing your eyes and tilting your head back onto the pillows

your hips twitch and grind forward into him as well, thighs tightening around his head, and Tomas lets you, his hips rutting against the bed at the feeling of you completely surrounding him

and at your taste, the delectable taste of you on his tongue, and Tomas needs more, to have all of you and consume you into his soul

he groans and whines, using his arms to try and pull your heat impossibly closer into his face, his tongue fucking its way into you and his tongue persistently rubbing against your clit

it makes you whine, your back arching off the bed as pleasure sings through you, spreading to the tips of your fingers and soaking Tomas’s tongue with your cum

and Tomas gladly accepts it, his moans vibrating through your skin and only intensifying the pleasure, your mind going blank at the feeling

you are too sweet, too good for him, and he wants more, needs more from you

his hands tighten their grip on your thighs, and he seeks for more of your arousal, to draw it out of you and savor every drop you give him

he craves it, and you let him, whining and groaning as he ravishes you, tongue persistent and nose endlessly bumping against your sensitive clit

you’re nothing more than a puddle in the bed when he finally rises from his position and crawls up to kiss you, and he brings your legs to wrap around his waist

you can taste yourself on his lips, feel the smear of your arousal across his face as he moans and groans against you, but neither of you care

there’s the shuffle of fabric in the room, and then you feel the hot press of his cock against your aching pussy, abused and puffy

“please…please…” Tomas whispers it into your neck as he ruts his hips into yours, his dick sliding in between the folds of your cunt, the head catching every so often on your clit

“Tomas- mmgh- i-ye-yes, ah-” you barely have time to react as he slides into you, his whine echoing in your ear as his cock stretches you out

his hips draw back slowly and then thrust into you quickly, the slap of your skin against his echoing in the room

it’s lazy, nothing more than a mess of instinct as he fucks into you, but his kisses against your skin are sweet, his fingers interlacing with yours are a promise

with every thrust, his pelvis slaps against your clit, and you clench around Tomas as you fall over the peak once more, hearing him moan into your mouth as he cums inside of you

his body all but collapses on top of you, but the weight is comforting, an anchor to reality as he leaves his softening cock inside of you

sleep creeps up on your senses, crawling in with each sloppy kiss and each breathless pant, and you both fall asleep entangled with each other

[iliketangerines]

unfortunately, the sound is copyrighted on tiktok, so have this edit, my fellow havik fuckers