#god shang tsung

[arttrampbelle]

God shang tsung for your viewing pleasure.

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The only ending that is canon to me. The only real good thing about mk11. (And sadly even the faults of mk11 is better than mk12/ mk"1". )

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Enjoy the deliciously cold blooded sexiness that is shang tsung.

[mttsbcshhtpst]

my sad kitten:(

[alikaorty]

Oh elder gods, I drew something😭

Titan light!Shang Tsung and the newly minted fire god Liu Kang, who is in love with him to death, in the gardens of Wu Shi Academy❤️

[cfangi-art]

I think it’s safe to assume that Liu kang made everyone handsome in this timeline

Yeah he made sure everyone was ✨ HOT✨

[calamityshrike]

doodles

[lyslsstuff]

I will Always love this meme.

[ultraviolencegaming]

Mortal Kombat 1 - Official Announcement Trailer (2023)

[amphirrhvx]

bishang my loves….🐍❄️

bonus doodles under cut :3

he's thinking of shang tsung btw. !!

[raidens-bitch]

In Every Era | Shang Tsung

This man needs more content I swear-

Y/n sighed as she drank some Baiju at Madame Bo's tea house, her purely green glowing eyes, signal of godhood, were filled with sadness.

"You have sadness in your gaze, young woman."

Y/n smiled softly, after half an era without her husband, what could she do more than blame Liu Kang for it?

"My soul is Incomplete."

She said, looking at the jaded ring with love.

"Did he died young?"

The older man asked, he had a beard but he lacked of real wrinkles.

"No, he was as old as me"

She said, looking at him in the eyes, the man opened his eyes wide, looking shocked by the colour and glow.

"I see..."

The man, stood up, excusing himself but when he passed by the goddess, she expertly grabbed his hand, and caressing a mark in form of a half moon that wasn't there before.

"Be careful in your way, Little Snake, you have many things to accomplish."

The man left, and Y/n smiled to herself...To think her love was still in this Era...she might bring the rain to this lands...they were suffering of a disgusting dry season.

[mrstsung]

I love shang tsung being silly.

Showing off to you. Look at him....this goofball.

*i know it's a mod. But still*

More of this man goofing around. If the others can be lively and having fun. So can he.

Let my man serenade

Let my mans put on the moves

Let my mans rizz you up.

LET SHANG TSUNG DO NORMAL,MUNDANE THINGS!

Let him live life damn it!

[unnecessarybeltbuckles]

Liu Kang when asked why he never thought to check up on Shang Tsung and Quan Chi their entire lives:

[hug3mole]

Posting nonsense this early? Yes😋

Sick in bed so probably gonna be posting multiple things?

[alikaorty]

Don't ask about this chair, it looks a little weird, but I enjoyed drawing it🥲

And oh yes, again, titan!Shang Tsung and his dark God Liu Kang❤

They have a romantic evening, Shang relaxes, and next to him, as always, his faithful servant lover

Liu is on his knees in front of him, but elder God's, look, Shang gave him his cloak! UwU

(Сначала я нарисовала его в классическом образе, но потом подумала, почему бы не накинуть ему на плечи плащ Шан Цунга, чтобы Лю не было холодно🥲❤)

[boomclowntown]

@eggydaxy been sitting with this idea 4 a hot minute

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[tiptapricock]

Bishang / Coldsoul headcanons please, with a pinch of angst please. :3

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Two of you (2 of you) and aBSOLUTELY!! BiShang nation let’s gOO!! (As usual playing fast and loose w timeline setting, also this is longer than the others since it was requested twice n also these two r harder for me to explain)

Send me some Mortal Kombat characters/ships for some nsfw hcs!

Ig warnings for: double sided extremely possessive and toxic sex, rough sex, violence as a metaphor/descriptive parallel for sex, and mild pet play kink

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At their core they are a harsh chemical reaction; acid sparking on ice, steam bursting through bone

It is an acrid attraction, one Bi-Han has great distaste for and yet can’t seem to pull himself from

The sorcerer is… infuriating

He is a man who always acts as if he is one step ahead, mockingly magnanimous in his offers to the Lin Kuei and to Bi-Han himself. But he is also an alliance that would be foolish to forgo, and so… Bi-Han endures

They work together. Intimately. And every second is torture

Shang Tsung cannot keep his mouth shut or his hands to himself. A smug smirk flicks in and out of Bi-Han’s periphery at all times, the light drag of deft fingertips ghosting over his shoulders and waist as they pour over maps of Earthrealm and Outworld together, planning their strategies of attack

Shang Tsung comments on his fighting, his legacy, questions if Bi-Han will truly be able to beat his brother after all this time. He is snide with his inflection and yet never doubts him out loud, always slipping out from underfoot with mirth in his eyes and a gentle squeeze to Bi-Han’s neck

It is all a game to Shang Tsung. He finds it entertaining to press the right buttons, to pull the right strings, and watch as Bi-Han builds himself into overworked fury

Pent up. Cool to the touch, but humming under Shang Tsung’s palms

It is only a matter of time before he breaks, before the taut line of his jaw snaps into something unrestrained, and Shang Tsung awaits it eagerly

It does not take long for Bi-Han’s patience to run out

They are planning a strike on a resource shipment between the realms, and Shang Tsung makes some offhand comment about how the Lin Kuei may finally show their true honor again, if they pull this off well, when Bi-Han cuts him off with a growl

He shoves Shang Tsung roughly against the wall, crowding against his back and pinning his wrists with a grip that stings

Yes, this is what he was waiting for

“You will degrade me no longer, Sorcerer,” Bi-Han breathes into his ear, the cool mist rolling off his tongue making Shang Tsung shiver in anticipation

Shang Tsung only laughs, flicking his hair away as he turns to bare his neck further. “How intimidating,” he says bluntly. “I truly am terrified.”

Bi-Han growls again, and what follows is a flurry of ice and teeth

It is rough and angry and cold, no real sense or direction, only action driven by arousal and anger. It is nails digging into a fresh itch in an attempt to sate it, to quell the rising heat coiling in Bi-Han’s gut

Shang Tsung will not hold power over him, he should be at his feet, serving him, taking him, and Bi-Han will make sure to put him in his place

Shang Tsung is only amused, though, satisfaction rising in his chest as Bi-Han ruts himself against Shang Tsung’s ass, jagged nails digging cool lines into his open throat

He cannot help but laugh between pleased gasps as Bi-Han works himself up more, goading him on with his own grinds back and a hand skirting back to find his ribs

What good results, he thinks to himself

Their dynamic only devolves from there

Fervent and possessive, Bi-Han tries again and again to quell Shang Tsung’s repeated mockery, to remind him who, between the two of them, leads an army

Shang Tsung does not listen

Every time Bi-Han believes he has proved a point, has taught Shang Tsung where he truly belongs, the man only seems to enjoy it more, encouraging him to continue

“How good for you are for me.”

“Did you enjoy that, Grandmaster?”

“Smile, dear thing.”

No matter what he does—restraining him, yanking his hair, forcing him down to take Bi-Han in his mouth, claiming him at a brutal pace—Shang Tsung takes it all

There is no punishment with him, only reward, only an endless cycle of touches and smiles and subtle comments as if he is the one in control, as if he has the right to disobedience

It only fuels Bi-Han’s fervent desire to tear him apart even more

If not with his hands, then with his teeth

If not with his teeth, then with his cock

Shang Tsung will not defy him, Bi-Han will make him listen

He is an obstacle to break, a soldier to put in line

But to Shang Tsung, Bi-Han is… a challenge

He is a pet to domesticate, a wild thing to trap beneath his thumb

And what a wonderful pet at that

He reacts exactly how he should, easy to maneuver in his frustration, taking what he wants under the belief that it was ever his to want to begin with

And that is a good game to play for awhile. Shang Tsung enjoys the sex, the cold press of wet skin, the rough marks left on his shoulders and back when Bi-Han’s nails grow frosted and sharp. But everything grows old eventually

He finds himself bored, and decides to leave no misunderstandings between them about their dynamic

The next time Bi-Han tries to press him into bed, Shang Tsung moves around him and shoves him down himself

He restrains him before he can react, the chains glowing slightly around his wrists, tugging his arms above his head and tight to the headboard

“Now I know you’ve had your fun,” he says, adjusting his sleeves, “but let’s be honest, it’s grown repetitive. I don’t believe you’re learning.”

Bi-Han pulls against his restraints, his muscles taught as the chains shake. “What are you on about, sorcerer?”

Shang Tsung clicks his tongue, climbing onto the bed to straddle Bi-Han’s hips and tilt his chin up with a firm grip

“Now, now, pet. That is where the teaching comes in.”

Shang Tsung takes his time feeling Bi-Han’s body, undressing him, making him arch into his touches and shiver as his nails scrape over his sides

“There you are my dear…” he praises. “Very good.”

He kisses every inch of skin, his hand pushing over Bi-Han’s scalp to undo his hair, his movements precise and heated as he undoes their clothing and moves to ride him

It is a night to show Shang Tsung’s control, to leave no illusions about this, and it is not the last

He does not allow Bi-Han to take anymore, he is only taken, Shang Tsung maneuvering them each time to the same place until he understands

Training takes time, after all

Some days Bi-Han falls into it easier. He cannot deny the loss of control is alluring. The weight off his shoulders, the rush of Shang Tsung guiding his movements and praising him in equal measure. Other days, he is too irritated to sink away, and he keeps grit between his teeth until the inevitable finish

“You are mine, Bi-Han,” Shang Tsung murmurs against his mouth, tugging his lip between his teeth, every drop back down onto his cock deep and languid. “Do not forget that.”

“You will never own anything, Shang Tsung,” Bi-Han bites back. “I am no one’s property.”

“My dear…” Shang Tsung leans back to smile almost apologetically, grinding his hips down and hearing Bi-Han’s breath hitch beneath him. His hand trails idly to squeeze at his throat. “You have been for months.”

Bi-Han keens, and for only a moment his mind slips into a place that cedes control

But he snaps himself back

Not tonight. Tonight he is stubborn

Shang Tsung chuckles at the sight, and picks up his pace

It does not stop. They do not stop. The reaction continues, the push and pull, the mutual need to prove

They twist around each other, ever closer, straying shorter from each other’s side every day

There is a rush in their contact, in the sharpness they bring to each other

Bi-Han finds ways to slip around Shang Tsung’s defenses, to pin him down and use him as befits his place, and Shang Tsung reacts by learning, and taking Bi-Han back with his legs spread and his face shoved to the floor

It is sparks and heavy breathing, claws digging deep with the intent to wound in mutual, pulsing, destruction

It is a balance, a dance, one made with rough throats and thick fingers, with heated magic trailing lines of burning green over Bi-Han’s thighs, and icicles scraping over the expanse of Shang Tsung’s chest and stomach as their cocks rut slick against each other, their teeth bared to kill

They cannot break it, whatever this is. They cannot pull away. They cannot exist outside of one another, too far down their own paths of death and revenge, drawn to the addicting tug of pleasure and power they might divine from each other’s viscera