#bo rai cho x lord raiden too

[thoughtfulzombienerd]

I realized that although I like some popular ships, most of my favorites are underrated ships? like Shangchi (which I still don't understand why it's not popular), Syraka, Rain x Havik x Reiko, Johnny Cage x jax mk11, Geras x liu kang, Johnny cage x liu kang 1995 and judge me but Shao khan x Shang tsung

I think I should start making more content on these ships to satisfy myself

[singlecelledthot]

Hi! If you're still taking requests, how about a part 2 to your Fujin fic? I'm more than a little obsessed with it!!

I cannot even begin to tell you how excited I was to get this request, Insufferable was just a little fluff piece I did to show people I could write, that you love it enough to want more just---makes a goblin feel loved 💕💕💕

Insufferable pt. 2

Piaring: Fujin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, romantic tension, kissing

Tags: @icy-spicy @subarublue @lilliannmac @weirdlittlecorner @bihansthot @dinogoofy @onesillybeach @the-colonialtemplars

“Would you like to take a moment to catch your breath?” You practically growled at Fujin as he shifted out of your grasp, sliding easily along the grass as if he were on ice. You clawed your fingers and spun quickly, aiming to hit him with the Fu Jow Pai you’d been practicing. It was perfectly suited for combat against the likes of Fujin, who specialized in being unpredictable for fun. The Wind God had invited himself to your personal training, much as he always did--you wouldn’t change this habit of his for the world but when he got involved the desire to plant a punch on his stupidly handsome face was nearly all consuming. You missed of course, as the god danced and spun around your harsh strikes, clearly amused at your mounting frustration.

As you darted for him, swiping your ‘claws’ like a madwoman, Fujin tucked his arms behind him and merely twisted and danced away from you, completely open to a strike but out of your reach. The difference in skill between the two of you was obvious, and he teased recklessly, his face still curled into a gentle grin that made your little heart thud faster. Why did he have to be so pretty? Why did he have to know it?

Insufferable.

You took a dive trying to get your strike to connect to his chest and pitched forward as you missed, your feet left you and your body tumbled towards the ground so quickly you only had time to close your eyes. Fujin was faster though, his hand struck out to wrap around the one you had led with, dragging you easily away from the ground and your trajectory until you were being held off the ground by your wrist. When the world stopped moving, you blinked open your eyes and twisted around to look at Fujin, who seemed rather confused. “H-hey, Fujin?” He blinked and looked up at you, clearly having been staring into the foreground between you instead of at you. "Hm?"

“You’re uuhh, Fujin you can put me down?” Suddenly, confusion morphed to smugness and you had three seconds to widen your eyes and try to squeal at him to stop before he grabbed your other hand and hoisted you up into the air by both of them. His feet still firmly planted on the ground while your own were several inches above it. It was moments like these that you were reminded of just how large gods were compared to people. Namely, Fujin being two feet taller than you, an already short person. “Fujin, stop! Don’t you dare!” You screamed as a gust of wind blew your robes upwards, your hair whipping around your face and it almost seemed like he was--no he wouldn’t dare!

“DON’T YOU TICKLE ME!”

It was too late, his game was up so he doubled down and sent small fingers of wind up under your clothes to your belly, ankles, neck--anywhere he knew to be ticklish. He didn’t think much about what he was doing other than that he loved to hear you laugh. These past months at the Sky Temple with you had been otherworldly. Fujin had never expected to find such comfort and joy in your company--even when you got quiet and he could feel a shift in the space between you both--you found companionship even in silence to be easy. It was downright disruptive when you both were together, you're sharp wit against his cunning, your fiery passion for knowledge and---hells he could still feel your hand on his chest from those months ago when you’d both gotten close over a talk about existentialism. Too close.

“Fujin?”

His laughter and smile had died down, leaving you breathless but confused as the wind that tickled your skin disappeared as well. He held you suspended by both your small hands in one of his, everytime you wiggled your hip or knee would bump his side. He had felt your breath on the shell of his ear as you squirmed particularl close, and now he stared at your flushed features with a sort of seriousness you did not know the Wind God to possess.

When you’d called his name he blinked back into the present, almost startled that his mind had drifted so far. You laughed, letting your head fall back between your arms to get a better look at him. “Fujin, you can put me down now. I promise not to retaliate.” His eyes soften but his smile did not return, instead when he set you on your feet he placed you impossibly close to him. Your hip settled between his thighs, and you could do nothing to hide the warmth in your cheeks, nor the stuttering whisper of his name as you peered up at the thoughtful trickster. His hand brought yours down to his chest, where he placed both your palms flat down over his heartbeat, you struggled to maintain eye contact and soon you found yourself staring at where he had your hands trapped. Anywhere but into that penetrating gaze.

Fujin hummed your name down to you to draw your attention back to him, and when you did you were so floored by the look of intense interest he wore, it was as if your entire body was pinned to that spot. Before you could duck your head down again to shy away, he released your hands to dart up and cup your chin gently between his fingers, his skin was slightly cool as it caressed yours. “I—“

“‘You are very warm.”

“Fujin, please I can’t….”

“You can’t, what? Tell me.” His voice was so gentle it nearly broke your heart. You swallowed to catch your breath, still hopelessly distracted by his solid body wrapped snugly against you. “We shouldn’t…can’t do this.” The smile returned for a second as he caught onto your game, too clever to miss how while it seemed you were trying to convince him, in truth you were trying to convince yourself. Everytime you thought of how the consequences for this shift between you would be too great, he would inhale deeply and you could feel his muscles move under your palms and he was—- he was just so lovely. Your eyes fluttered as his gaze became too much for you and you had to duck your head down to simply survive his proximity. His fingers wouldn’t let you, he tilted you back to look at him, only then did you notice him leaning in.

“Fujin, please-“ What were you even begging for? It wasn’t for him to stop, as warmth and trepidation and giddiness all welled inside you to create an ambient sense of pleasure that rocked through you like a storm. He pulled you close, eyes downcast to your mouth, his clear intention. “We shouldn’t....” His mouth connected with the corner of your own, soft and almost chaste if it weren’t for the way his body pressed into yours. “I know.” He laughed, closing the space between you without hesitation. Your heart soared as he pressed his mouth to yours, seeking to deepen the connection of your lips on his. You could have sobbed for all that, that simple kiss held within it. He knew of your concerns, they mirrored his own and yet for you he could not deny himself. Nor you.

Fujin let go of your other hand to wrap both broad arms around your shoulders and press you up into him. He was calm, but insistent as he kissed your breath away, never pressing too hard for you to let him in but greedily allowing you to take your own pleasure from his tongue. His moment of boldness spurned on your own burgeoning desires and your passion washed over him like wildfire. You were raw heat, melting into his arms and fitting so perfectly against his body, he could not let you convince him to not pursue this, when your vigor for him erupted with the littlest provocation. Your hands had even found their way into his hair, where you tangled your fingers into it and pulled the strands out of place in your haste to kiss him.

The want for him was telling, he could feel your soul ache for his touch. As it had all those months ago when he’d caught you by the elbow. Fujin knew that things were spiraling and the perhaps he had better—

“Lord Fujin!”

The bounding voice of Bo Rai Cho pinged off of the cobblestones and flattened walking paths that led to the two of you. You both detached quickly, luckily there was a bend in the path and Bo Rai Cho had rounded it just as you had disconnected. The loss of Fujin made your heart ache, his own tense expression spoke of his desire to simply pull you to him again. But he turned instead to greet his friend, knowing he’d had best push through this burning desire for you if he wanted Bo Rai Cho to remain oblivious.

“Lord Raiden is summoning all of us to the inner sanctum, he has had another vision—Lord Fujin?” The god in question had turned around to look over his shoulder only to find you gone. Loneliness swept through him and he nearly exclaimed from the deep gutted need for you to be in his arms again. Instead he apologized to his friend and asked to be led to where Raiden was gathering the others. He would find you after this, he needed to. It was impossible now for him to stay away.