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partycatty · 9 days

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dark star!johnny cage > when i met you

johnny wants nothing more than to corrupt the pretty thing you are

warnings: we all know ds!jc is a piece of shit by now, have you read my other fics of him? LOL

notes: @iliketangerines ;)

MORE DS!JC > part 1* / part 2* / part 3* / part 4* / part 5* / part 6*

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• when johnny first laid his eyes on you, he was floored by just how... cute you were! there was a genuine attraction, he called it love at first sight, you called it "he asked me out 40 times until i said yes."

• in a literal sense, you were like a sweet little pet to him, something he wanted to leash and train to behave properly, to know how to be a star just like he was (though, you could never be at his level. he said so himself.)

• he would do absolutely anything for a single glance from you, from wearing his most expensive coat to spending an absolutely ridiculous amount of money at your workplace. with all these riches and no one to share with, he was ready to throw everything at you so you'd smile his way.

• johnny would sit in the corner of where you worked, covering his mouth with his palm and eyeing you down through his obnoxiously lavish sunglasses. you knew his gaze was on you, you always had, and it made you sweat bullets.

• lovebombing. he'd purr about what a good girl you are, how much he adores your every action, how he just wants to whisk you away and keep you for himself. johnny wanted you to fold quickly and easily; he was the cagester, nobody turns him down.

• he did actually love you in the beginning, as he would sit awake at night and fantasize about you sharing his giant bed with him. he wanted to toy with your hair, whisper sweet nothings, surprise you with gifts.

• you'd be the only think on his mind at the late hours in all senses. he wanted to fuck you stupid and then some, make you choke and slap you around until you served him like the toy you were.

• you were ensnared in his trap, the one he placed from the very beginning. you were charmed and it would lead to the worst mental downfall of your entire life.

• but, at the same time, he was so good to you. you lived the good life as tiring as it may be. johnny had no off switch, partying and blowing his money just to show you he could. you weren't going to find a better man than him, so you thought. not that he'd let you run off and choose another, anyway.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mortal kombat smut

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partycatty · 9 days

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#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mortal kombat smut

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partycatty · 10 days

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these new seasonal skins >>>

#mortal kombat #johnny cage #mk1

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partycatty · 12 days

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nicknames the boys love

what nicknames make the boys of mk fall head over heels?

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kuai liang

my flame, love, darling, dearest, hottie

bi-han

mine, grandmaster, one and only, hubby (won't admit to this one)

kenshi takahashi

my dear, blessing, big guy, pumpkin, baby

johnny cage

hotshot, superstar, pretty boy, big guy, cowboy

liu kang

my lord, my everything, beloved, sunshine, sweetheart

syzoth

sugar, handsome boy, lovebug, bubba, lover boy

kung lao

stud, romeo, sexy, hot stuff, boytoy

raiden

lovebug, cutie, my dove, champion, my boy

tomas vrbada

sweet boy, my heart, tommy, my prince

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partycatty · 12 days

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johnny cage the hollywood mega star? no no, johnny cage the PANTY STEALER. he’d think you wouldn’t catch him, he’d think you wouldn’t know, but you do!! you DO catch him, but instead of calling him out like the little perv he isss you FUCK him.

love you 💙💙

my god.

johnny cage > curiosity

warnings: massive creep johnny alert, you're getting stalked...

notes: for the lovely @iliketangerines - combined your idea with blue's ;)

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• johnny wouldn't consider himself a bad man, just an endlessly curious one. he couldn't help himself, especially not when you were dressed up so cutely, the apron cinching your waist and squishing into the flesh of your middle. your arms flexing as you carried the large tray made him shift in his seat, losing the conversation he was deep into with kung lao, raiden and kenshi.

• visits to madam bo's were common with his newfound friends, a common meeting place considering lao and raiden were in the area and johnny and kenshi had more than enough funds to spare a flight most times. none of them could turn down a sunset meal, it was hard to when the food was always so damn good.

• johnny's not thinking about the food, though. his eyes are transfixed on you as you work, jaw tightening when you lean down to wipe at a used table, ass facing him with a slight jiggle each time you wiped in a circle.

• he was a playboy at heart, a man who wouldn't hesitate to buy a woman the world if they batted their lashes nicely enough. he was all about worshipping whoever he wanted, but this was a need he was experiencing. he needed you, badly, and he didn't even know your name.

• it started off innocently enough, his eyes following you as you pulled your apron from your body and waving goodbye to the regulars and madam bo before ending your shift. once you were through the doorway, johnny would gasp out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. above all, he didn't want you to catch him in the act of ogling.

• this fear developed fast as his curiosity expanded beyond the walls of the restaurant. he wanted to know where you lived, what you did when you're not running food to tables. johnny would keep his head low as he quietly followed behind you, careful to lighten his footsteps on the dirt path as you made your turns home. • his fists were forced into his coat's pockets, afraid he might lunge at you in an attempt to get your attention. you had never looked his way before, never assigned to his section, and he didn't want your first contact to be that of horror.

• johnny didn't know when to stop, when to turn back and return to dinner when he was standing at your bedroom window having followed you all the way back to your place of residence. his face is darkened, hidden in the shadows of night as he peered into your bedroom window.

• it was cute, the decorations adding personality he didn't know about you. trinkets, paintings, and the patterns of your comforter made his heart flutter as he tried to commit it all to memory, not wanting to lose a single second of his admiration.

• he leans in further, noticing your mid-height dresser just below the window. the furniture was within arm's reach, and johnny wonders to himself if he can snag something of yours as a keepsake when he's away directing. almost like you're his little treasure back home.

• his stomach twists when he hears your padding footsteps, ducking down just as you swing the door open with a frustrated huff. you flop onto your bed, eyes staring up at the ceiling before fluttering shut.

• johnny wonders if you're going to bed atop your blanket like this, exhausted from your shift. he debates leaving, glancing down the alley to ensure nobody catches him in the act.

• when he pulls his eyes back to silently deliver you a goodbye, your thigh twitches and you let out a low whine, seemingly irritated from something invisible. you raise your head, craning your neck to look down at your body. your hand moves slowly, fingers dancing on the waistband of your pants. johnny's breath hitches, a throbbing pulse in his cock as he figures out where you're going.

• you dip your hand under your pants, swiping your fingers along the length of your slit, shivering at the contact. you tease your clit, letting your hips twitch and buck with with need as you toy with your neglected pussy. it had been some time, you figured, so you may as well take advantage of your downtime before bed.

• johnny's mouth goes dry as he watches this unfold, palming himself through his slacks. he knows better than to truly relieve himself, as he doesn't want to put himself in danger of... you know, being arrested. his knees buckle, a long, labored sigh slipping from his lips.

• your panties stick to your cunt, soaked with unexpected desire at your middle finger finds your clit, rubbing in medium paced circles. your back arches off of the bed, mewling at the feeling of your tired hands.

• as you speed up, your head is thrown back, eyes clenched shut as your lips part to moan in need. if you had opened your eyes, you'd surely spot the figure in your window, the figure that was touching himself to the sight.

• johnny's entire body was hot and shaking, the intense rush of his secrecy prickling his skin as he shivers in delight. he studies your movements, understanding your pace and what makes you writhe and twitch. his own fingers involuntarily follow your movements, entranced as he envisions fucking his digits into you until you cry.

• your orgasm is fast approaching as it was your only goal, to feel the throbbing white-hot way your cunt flutters and leaks from your touch. your moans turn to whimpers as your legs kick, overtaken by the pleasure as you cum.

• johnny wonders if he might be in love with you already, having witnessed what he equated to an angel's song. you sounded so perfect while masturbating, johnny wonders if you sounded that pretty if you were stuffed with his cock.

• after a long, heavy breath, you stand from the bed and face the dresser, and johnny bites his lips and tries not to make a sound, ducking low and out of sight.

• he hears shuffling, noises moving about and drawers opening and closing before your footsteps fade and a door shuts. you left the room, and this is confirmed when he hears the shower begin to run.

• johnny pokes his head back up, inspecting your room once more. his eyes flick down to the dresser, and realizes the clothes you had just been wearing were tossed atop the surface, presumably to be added to a laundry pile.

• you were nowhere to be found, out of sight completely. johnny sticks his arm into the window, feeling around in the pile until he grabs a smaller article, the thin fabric dancing between his fingers as his dick bounces against his slacks in delight.

• he retracts his hand, your panties dangling from his index finger as his eyes glitter at the damp spot. not here, not now, he thinks, and so he stuffs the panties into his coat pocket. he carries them with him, fighting the carnal urge to inspect them again through the days. he had to save them or they'd be destroyed before he made it back to malibu.

• when his trip comes to an end, he says his usual goodbyes to his friends but his mind is elsewhere, notably at the underwear bunched in his fist stuffed in his pocket. the flight back was agonizingly long, his luggage barely even making it past his front door before he's nearly collapsing onto his couch. he couldn't even make it to his own bed as he shrugged his coat off and removed the panties from its hiding place.

• he holds them at arm's length, tugging at the stretchy fabric and inspecting every loose thread and lace pattern, until his eyes wander to the stain at the very front, dried from your endeavor days ago.

• he swallows thickly, glancing to his windows and listening with a trained ear to ensure he was entirely alone to fulfill his creepy fantasies. johnny slowly, hesitantly brings your panties to his face, pressing them against his upper lip as he inhales deeply.

• it smells like you, and a faint hint of your arousal. his tongue darts out to lick at the spot. his other hand finds his belt, unbuckling with a fumbling grip as he frees his aching cock from its constraints.

• he pumps at himself a couple of times, groaning at the feeling combined with your scent. it was so good, too good to stop. he needed more, to be closer.

• johnny tugs his shirt upward, biting down at the fabric as he exposes his abdomen to get more access to his cock as it bounces up and smacks against his stomach. as it falls forward, a thin trail of precum connects.

• your panties come down to his dick, wrapping around it with ease. as he starts to stroke himself, the materials drags at a burning pace on his shaft, quickly dampening with his slick precum and making the glide easier.

• there's a wet noise filling the air and overwhelming his senses as he jerks himself off with your panties in his fist. he whimpers, biting down on his lips as he hides his own embarrassment. this proves to become a difficult task when he focuses on his tip, bullying the sensitive end with rough strokes. his teeth clench harder, gripping his shirt. he might just tear it if he bites any harder.

• johnny pictures many things, unable to decide on one single fantasy. what makes him groan is the thought of his hand being replaced with your needy cunt as it bounces against his cock, hopelessly grinding your clit into his pelvis to relieve the coil building in your stomach as johnny sits with his arms crossed behind his head, letting you use his body to your orgasm all on your own. he knows you could do it, you're strong and capable.

• johnny wonders if you beg or demand, asking to cum or taking what you want. the possibilities run wild, his cock pulsing at the ideas swirling in his mind.

• he pictures his hand grabbing your hair, pulling your head up with a pop from your lips. you're drooling and your eyes are hazy as you suck him off, wanting nothing but to serve him and milk him for all he's worth.

• cumming abruptly in his hand, johnny lets out a muffled cry as his cum shoots in spurts, coating his palm, stomach, and your panties. he whines to himself, upset about dirtying something he intends to keep for some time. and no, washing it is out of the picture.

• he strokes himself until his body physically rejects the idea of arousal and instead overstimulating himself. when his pace slows, he frowns at the sight.

• johnny feels... disgusting. he feels dirty, creepy, and hot. no amount of showers or prayers will undo what he's done. he carried your underwear across a continent to jerk himself off into it, when he probably could have had you instead if he just built up the courage to introduce himself.

• even still, his heart races with adrenaline, proud of himself for stealing what he did without getting caught. he pulls your panties away which are now sticky from his fluids.

• johnny develops a shameful addiction to stealing from you each time he visits fengjian village, anything from a pen you left at a table to your toothbrush. you're starting to wonder if you're awful at misplacing things.

• if he can't use you, this little hobby of his will suffice for now.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mortal kombat smut

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partycatty · 12 days

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this is me and tangerine every time she posts btw

Hii! I was wondering if you'd be comfortable writing a smutty thing between Syzoth and afab! reader where Syzoth is in heat and just *needs* to taste reader? And he makes her squirt?? And then he breeds her because he's in heat?

love you and your writing!!!!

the heat off your skin

a/n: busy af weekend

pairing: syzoth x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), breeding kink, mating press, pussy eating, nipple eating, fingering, overstimulation, nipple play

you squirm around in bed, trying to get comfortable, to try and nap off the feeling of need growing inside of you

but with the growing wetness in between your thighs, and the growing cloudiness in your head, you decide that trying to sleep it off wasn’t the greatest idea

you have a busy day tomorrow, training and organizing and initiating, and it’s already so late in the night, not enough time to properly satisfy your needs

and well, lately, getting yourself off just wasn’t cutting it anymore, you needed more than just your fingers and muffled moans in the middle of the night

getting up off the bed and opening the door, you head to the kitchens to fix yourself a cup of tea, perhaps that would help you fall asleep

as you wander the hallways of the academy, you try to ignore the wetness between your legs and pass by the various bedrooms of the other mentors and trainees to get to the kitchens

a door creaks open to your side, and you look to see a glowing pair of green eyes staring you down and the sharp gleam of their teeth in the moonlight

it’s Syzoth, but he looks more animalistic tonight, if by any indication how his pupils were slitted and how drool gathers in his mouth

he grabs onto you, sniffing the air, and pulls you in close, breathing in your scent as if it was only thing he needed in the world

you stutter and try to get a word out, but you can feel something pressing into your thin nightgown, his hard cock pressing into your stomach

the wetness between your legs pools, and Syzoth can seem to sense it because he takes in a deep breath of the air and growls into your ear that he can smell you, can smell your want

he doesn’t wait a second longer and drags you into his room, sliding the door shut behind him and sucking hickeys into your neck as he walks you backward

the back of your knees hit the bed, and you fall backward onto the plush bed, blankets and pillows littering the bed and giving you a soft cushion to sink into

it contrasts with how his fanged teeth scrape against your skin and sink into your flesh, making you squirm and let out a small whine, your legs wrapping around his waist

you grind into him, the haziness in your head returning in full force as he grinds into your barely clothed cunt, kissing your neck and leaving dark bite marks all over your skin

the feeling overwhelms you, and you grip onto his back, nails digging into his skin as your breathing becomes labored and heavy as he guides his kisses downwards

his claws tear through your nightgown, exposing your soft chest to his mouth, and he latches onto your nipple, pressing his forked tongue into the sensitive bud and nipping at it with his fanged teeth

his hand comes up pinch your other nipple, squeezing your chest and rolling the nub between his fingers, and your back arches off the bed into the air as all coherent thought starts to melt in your head

Syzoth bites your chest, looking up at you with lidded eyes, and he lets a deep growl out of his mouth at the sight, making vibrations travel through your chest and up your spine

it makes your head spin, and your hips buck into him, desperate to feel some friction on your needy clit

he gives your nipple a punishing nip, a warning to stay still, teeth digging into the flesh before he detaches with a small pop and goes to lavish your other nipple with the same attention

Syzoth tells you that you look so pretty, all nice and wet all for him, perfect for him, perfect to take him, perfect to breed, to carry his heirs

his words become slurred as he sucks and bites your chest, telling you that it’ll look so pretty filled with milk, all swollen and full to feed his children

you can feel your pussy clench around nothing as he mumbles about filling you with his seed, making sure that it’ll take, and he gives your nipple one final nip before pulling back to admire his work

you’re sure you look disheveled, nightgown ripped in half and hair strewn about the pillows and blankets

but his eyes look at you with wonder and stars, as if you held his future in your hands, as if he wanted to kiss you, worship you, love you

he shuffles downward, hooking your legs over his shoulder and holding tight to your plush thighs as he buries his nose into your drooling pussy impatiently

his nose bumps into your clit, grinding up against it deliciously as his long forked tongue slides into your wet cunt, pressing up against something sensitive inside of you

it makes your head tilt back and your hand fly down to dig into his short hair as he moans into your pussy, eyes closing as he loses himself in the taste

he digs his nose into your clit, causing sparks of pleasure to spread through your sprint, and you whine into the air, begging him for more

Syzoth just hums into your cunt, lapping at your wetness and fucking your needy hole on his tongue as he chases for your taste

a haziness spreads through your head, and your thighs squeeze Syzoth’s head as you let out a cry, cumming on his tongue

the pleasure washes over you, sending your vision white as you tug at the strands of his hair and whimper loudly, and he moans into your cunt, lapping up your release desperately

his tongue continues to fuck you, pressing into that sensitive spot, and you whine, grinding your hips into his face as pleasure continues to buzz through you

you whimper loudly as his fingers dig into your thighs, bruises forming on the soft skin, and he doesn’t seem to care, too lost in your taste to care

as your last orgasm fades away, Syzoth brings you to another one, tongue pressing into your clit firmly and one of his hands coming away from your thigh to slide two fingers into your needy pussy

the stretch makes you moan, and your hips attempt to buck up into the air as you cum on his tongue again

he moves his arm to pin your hips down, keeping you close to his mouth, as he starts to fuck you on his fingers and circles your clit with his forked tongue

the overstimulation makes your mind buzz and go blank, but the pain starts to set in with the pleasure, making you pant breathlessly into the air and squirm in his grasp

Syzoth keeps you firmly pinned down, ignoring your high-pitched whines as he sucks on your clit and looks up at your face with half-lidded eyes

he no longer looks human, he looks like an animal desperate for it last meal, and it seems that you were his prey

your hand pushes at his arm, trying to escape the pleasure as another orgasm floods through you, and you mewl pathetically at the overstimulation

his mouth parts from your clit, just briefly to tell you that he needs you, to stretch you properly, to prepare you properly so that his seed takes

he tells you he needs you to squirt, to have you on his tongue, to taste you, and you whine at his words, still wiggling in his grip

his claws dig into your skin as he latches back onto your clit, flicking the puffy nub with his tongue and watching your reactions as you tilt your head back and whine into the air

a haze overcomes your mind, and you can no longer think, only feeling how pleasure buzzes through your body and leaves your body feeling weaker and weaker after every orgasm

soon, you’re a limp sweaty mess in Syzoth’s arms, and you can feel his fingers pumping in and out of you desperately, curling into your sweet spot, and his lips sucking on your clit

you can only let out a cry as tears start to drip down your face at the overstimulation, and your back arches off the bed as you squirt into his mouth

he eagerly laps down the wetness, praising you, telling you that you’re doing so well, that you did so good, that you’re so perfect for him

finally, shuffling his way back up to you, he places your legs over his shoulders and moves up to be face-to-face with you, pushing you into a mating press

he kisses you, long tongue pressing into your mouth, and you can taste yourself on his tongue and can feel how his cock slides against your puffy clit

Syzoth pulls away, hips moving backward to line himself up with your dripping pussy, and he pushes in slowly, watching your every facial expression as you close your eyes and furrow your brows at the pleasure

your mind goes blank, and he coos praises at you as his hips start to pump in and out of you, telling you that you’re gonna look so pretty filled with his children, with his seed

he tells you how you’ll look so beautiful all round and full with his children, how he can’t wait to see your chest swell with milk, how your thighs will thicken, and how your stomach will be all soft and plush afterwards

Syzoth fucks into you at a brutal pace, hips slamming into your yours as the loud squelches of your pussy fill the air along with your needy whines and his loud moans

his hips angle slightly to bully your sweet spot, and it makes your mind go blank as you nod along to Syzoth’s words, begging him to fill you up, to breed you, to fill you with his children

he leans down, kissing you once more as his hips grow erratic, and his grip on your thighs tighten as he buries himself deep and cums inside of you

your pussy clenches down on him, milking him of his seed, and you cum on his cock, mewling into his mouth as tears drip down your face

his hips never stop, fucking his cum further into your greedy pussy while some of his seed spills out from the edges and onto the bed sheets

the heat is overwhelming, and you’re limp on the bed, panting into the air as Syzoth’s hips slow down as he nuzzles his face into your neck

his tongue traces the pulse of your heartbeat before he sinks his teeth into the skin, and his hips start to thrust into you again, the tip pressing against your sensitive spot

he tells you he needs to make sure it takes, that he needs to breed you, that he needs to mate you, that you’re not going anywhere until his heat is over as he starts to fuck into you ruthlessly again

your mind goes blank at his words, pussy sore and swollen and clit puffy as Syzoth starts to breed you again, eyes glazed over and desperate as he holds onto you tight

he cums inside of you over and over again, his seed spilling onto the sheets and forming a small puddle, and you go limp on the bed, mind drifting in and out of consciousness as he continues to fuck you, cock hard and flushed

finally, as the sun starts to rise again, light peeking through the trees and onto the academy, Syzoth whimpers into your neck at the overstimulation and spills his seed inside of you one last time

he lays on top of you, lips kissing your neck softly as his cock softens inside of you

you don’t move, mind hazy with pleasure and overstimulation, and Syzoth tells you that you look so pretty like this, filled with his cum, with his cock

he keeps you filled with him, plugging his seed deep inside of you, but he lets your legs down from his shoulders to wrap around his waist

his hands rub at the muscle, fingertips digging into the muscle to try and get the blood flow moving again, and you whine at the movement

you lay in bed limp, barely hearing the door sliding open

all you can process is the angry snarls of Syzoth and his angry threats to leave him and his mate alone, but he doesn’t let go of you at all, his grip growing tight instead

and then the door slams shut, and Syzoth turns his attention back to you, cuddling into your warm skin and purring

he tells you he won’t let anyone hurt you, anyone else have you, that you’re his, so pretty, his mate, and you fall asleep, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in close

#syzoth in heat fics are my girl dinner

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partycatty · 12 days

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i need to beat him within an inch of his life

#mortal kombat #johnny cage #mk1

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partycatty · 13 days

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OKAY BUT LIKE..

I NEED a part 2 of eyes on the prize!! Like I wanna know if it alters the present!! Like maybe older Johnny just stares at readers breast and doesnt know why or maybe he’s distant, maybe flirtatious? How it affects their relationship with well, everyone in the S.F

johnny cage > something shifts

something about your timeline alters after you flash your boss's younger counterpart.

warnings: dilfy is kinda creepy here

notes: younger johnny is "johnny." older johnny is "cage."

[ read part one here ] [ masterlist ]

• shortly after your admittedly shameful spur-of-the-moment decision, you and younger johnny packed up shop and assumed you were needed back in the intel room, clothed and mature. as you walked through the hallway, your skin prickled and the air felt thicker as you walked. brushing it off as newfound heat for the timeline jumper beside you, you tried your best to ignore it and focus on the job.

• "so, how about that number?" johnny nudges your arm, pulling you from your thoughts. you shake your head with a smirk.

• "do you expect our phones to connect across entire timelines?" you grin up at him, brow cocked. he shrugs, adjusting his sunglasses.

• "so you bet on a losing battle! and hey, who said i was going anywhere?" his tone has returned to his playboy attitude, though you know his ego is still bruised from your smart move.

• "seems like older you says so," you respond, eyes forward. "lieutenant cage might burst a blood vessel if we kept you around."

• "old fart me just forgot how to have fun," johnny brushes... himself(?) off, rolling his shoulders as you two near the room with your colleagues. a quick adjustment of your gear and a tug of your collar later, the metal doors slide open with a scan of a keycard.

• lieutenant cage stands near the door, head snapping in your direction with wide, curious eyes. his gaze softens as it locks on you, quickly turning to a furrowed, conflicted glare.

• "gone a while," cage observes, standing straight. "i said keep an eye on him, not let him poke around the compound."

• "cool it, gramps," johnny's quick to butt in. "you guys have awesome future gear and i wanted to snag a look at it. no big deal, nothing broken, mini-me."

• "you're mini-me," cage corrects johnny with a scowl. "this is the present."

• your head spins at their conversation. "my apologies, lieutenant."

• there it is again. that gentle analytical stare. "don't worry about it." cage's hand rubs the bottom half of his face, grounding himself as he physically shakes his head to rid of the foggy thoughts brewing in his mind.

• some time passes as the timeline mixup becomes a graspable concept now, everyone discussing their solutions and understandings of the odd scenario. you sat at one of the monitors, desk chair facing outward as you chatted with a coworker, aimless talk that was even harder to focus on when you glanced past them to notice the two men staring daggers into you.

• johnny's feet rested on the desk, his teeth absentmindedly toying with a pen. cage's head is tilted, thick arms crossed but eyes averted downward. which is to say, entirely transfixed on your tits. as someone with them, it was a second sense to know when they're being stared at, so there was no doubt in your mind what he was doing.

• your body heats exponentially faster. sure, flashing johnny was one thing, but since then, cage has been giving you nothing but funny looks. did he catch you two on the security cameras, you wonder?

• cage shifts in his seat, subtly adjusting himself before muttering to johnny. "it's bothering me."

• "what? how hot that rack is?" johnny replies with a cackle, earning a solid whack on the back of the head. "don't be mad that i'm right, old man. you're totally into it."

• "i wasn't before," cage honestly admits, lips concealed by his hand it props up on the armrest. "at least, i don't think so."

• johnny is silent for a long moment. "don't be mad."

• cage swivels, now facing his younger self directly. "what the hell did you do?"

• "me? nothing!" he holds his hands up in a faux surrender. "what happened wasn't even my fault."

• cage pales, assuming his younger self to be far grosser than he was in the moment. "you didn't bang anyone, did you?"

• "not yet," johnny wags a finger. "though i bet you're picturing a nice set right about now. i know that look."

• cage's anger had a veil of daydreaming about it, something glossy in his stare. sure enough, yeah, somehow and someway he was able to fully envision you underneath him, breasts rippling and nipples hardened from the cool air. the memory slips from him the moment it becomes coherent.

• it was starting to make sense now. the new memories were being forcibly implanted into his brain, a new set of wires connecting at this development. and damn, you were looking sexier by the minute.

• cage stands with a huff, chair scratching the floor and silencing the room as they observed the sudden movement. he exits the room, finding the nearest break room. a smaller, shut away room complete with a water dispenser was his personal oasis when he grabbed a paper cup, gulping it down with intense thirst.

• he couldn't shake the violently sudden attraction to you. wondering if he might burst if he kept being in the room with you, scent and body overwhelming his every sense, cage shakes his head and splashes himself with water, eyes transfixed on the faucet as he tries to distract himself from the increasingly vivid image of your sweet skin and alluring form.

• you needed answers. "lieutenant." your voice pulls him back to reality, and he only gets a moment to adjust his hard-on before turning to face you. his jaw clenches as he meets his gaze with you as you stand in the doorway. "you seem bothered."

• cage's voice is colder than he meant for it to be. "i'm fine, no need to pry." his desire was consuming, pissing him off beyond belief that he needed to take you as soon as the opportunity arises. "just needed a break from the timeline nonsense is all." he pauses, taking another sip of the water as he thinks about his younger self. "i can be a lot."

• "that, i understand," you laugh with a deep breath, wondering why you felt so compelled to follow him. "a real charmer." you freeze, wondering if complimenting himself was a wise decision.

• cage's expression was dubious, unreadable. "you still think i am?"

• a smirk tugs at your lips. "what?"

• "charming," he clarified. "do you think i'm still charming?"

• there's no need to ponder the question. "i'd say so. the whole johnny cage flair thing is a hard thing to ignore, if i may say so, sir."

• cage's expression is dark. "you may." his eyes lock onto your chest, his own heaving.

• you follow his gaze. "you know what we did, don't you?" your face burns.

• "i have an idea," he mutters, face twitching as his gaze traces the plumpness of your boobs. "i feel different."

• so you know your boss has officially seen your tits in his memories now. your curiosity is piqued, butterflies tugging in your stomach as you inspect his wrinkles deepen. "did you like them?"

• the cup is quickly discarded, his eyes unmoving as he nods slowly. his gaze flicks up to your own as you bat your lashes his way. confidence surges through you after your realization of the timeline altering.

• "to be frank with you," he chuckles dryly, rubbing at the back of his neck. your fingers dance on the hem of your shirt with a bubbling need. "can't say i'd mind seeing them again. refresh my memory, would you?"

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mortal kombat smut #mk11 #marley writes ☆

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partycatty · 13 days

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liu kang > why me?

why, of all the timelines, did your god doom you to misery?

warnings: i just bawled my eyes out and i'm insanely sad so i'm avoiding it by writing a fanfic so sorry if it's bad

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• "do i even call you my lord if you have done nothing to be worshipped for?" your voice is hoarse, crackling as the blood in your throat accumulates. even still, you stand tall and stoic with bunched fists and tattered clothes.

• liu kang's words are lost in his throat. in his era of peace, all mortals were promised a path of hope, a new beginning. you had always been a kind, pure soul. something somewhere got entangled with darkness, and now you were, as much as he hated to admit it, the worst possible version of yourself. corrupted, angry, venom-spitting and vengeful.

• you stand atop the pyramid, variations of your friends and otherwise slaughtering each other for reasons they probably don't even fully comprehend. at the top though, are just you and liu kang's fiery fists.

• "i am not worthy of worship," he replies after a long pause, expression gentle as always though the ground cracks at his feet. "i am merely your creator."

• "merely," you mock the word, faltering your stance to shift your weight with an eye roll. "you have conspired against me since the dawn of time and you hold no accountability?"

• liu kang frowns. "there was no conspiring. you were destined for greater."

• "then tell me what i did wrong!" a clot of blood flies from your lip, staining your uniform. "tell me when i took the wrong turn, and why you did not interfere. tell me if this could have been prevented."

• "that, i cannot say." despite the confidence in his tone, his brows furrow in thought. he feels the lie bubble in his chest. "my power only permits me to begin the endeavor. it is the duty of mortals to finish it."

• liu kang knew you were going to fall into evil hands quite some time ago. he knew better though, to not interfere and become hungry with the need for control. he knew his vision was not perfect and had no intention for it to be. all he wanted, after losing it all and then some, was peace.

• there's a glimmer in your eyes, once he painted in your iris when his hands built your universe. his calloused hands stained with the hues of your form, hues he couldn't wash out if he tried. you were his responsibility, as much as you didn't want to be... as much as he didn't want to be. your eyes are wet, skin glittering from the bloodstains splattered and dripping.

• "why didn't you help me?" your question echoes into the open horizon, past liu kang's form as he stands expressionless. for a moment, you feel like a child again, asking your mother for help with a wound that she can't seem to understand.

• "i..." he replies, his voice far away. his glowing eyes feel as if they burn straight through you. "i thought you would be stronger this time."

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 #liu kang x reader #liu kang #marley writes ☆

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partycatty · 13 days

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johnny has SO many skins and equipments, far far more than anyone else. he has a great chunk of the storyline, majority of the character development is focused/centered around him, and he has expansive, unique dialogue, taunts and moves. he has so much charisma and content, it's nauseating.

you know why?

because this fucker MADE THE GOD DAMN GAME.

HE IS HIS OWN PERSONAL DICKRIDER. I HATE HIM LMFAOOOOO

#mortal kombat #johnny cage #mk1

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partycatty · 13 days

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am i insane to have the strong desire to write a fic about mk boys and their thighs

buff men thighs drive me batshit insane i need to chew on them and kiss them and bite them and ride them and WHAT WHO SAID THAT LAST PART??? GUYS I GOT HACKED???

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mortal kombat smut

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partycatty · 13 days

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i love our little family

@partycatty and I are married. We also have a child @igotcaged

#i'm going crazy #i haven't slept in 26 hours #the struggles of being a parent #love you two

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partycatty · 14 days

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you guys are formally invited btw

cw. nsfw, afab!reader with big tiddies, hot springs, Johnny has a major staring problem, Kenshi has his eyes, nipple play, oral, threesome, overstimulation, finger sucking *not proofread, just pure horny

[ty @partycatty for being my enabler <333]

It’s hard work to be one of earthrealms champions, so some relaxation is in order.

The hot water of the hot bath is perfect for loosening your taut muscles, sinking further into the water as you let out a quiet moan in satisfaction. You were too absorbed in the warm embrace of the water to notice chatter from just outside the bathhouse.

It was only when you heard a soft ring of your name, opened your eyes and peeking over your shoulder. Kenshi and Johnny stood there, adorned in nothing but towels around their waists. Your eyes widened comically, your arms immediately covered your chest as you moved across the bath.

Kenshi had the decency to avert his eyes away, a rising pink blush sitting high on his cheeks while he muttered out apologies. Johnny stood silently, his eyes downcast at your chest. With your arms over your chest, it pushed them up, merely having your now stiff nipples hidden behind your hands.

Your eyes don’t stay still for long either. Trailing them down the expanse of their bodies, watching the twitch of every muscle and staring incredulously at the bulges forming under their towels. The bold tattoos that covered Kenshi’s skin fit his character too well, highlighting his impressive figure and making him too good-looking to not stare at.

You’ve been meaning to ask to see more of his tattoos and it seems like your prayers have been answered. You’re trying so hard to keep your eyes above the hem of their towels but the bulges there make it hard not to look, praying to whatever god out there to have them drop the towel.

Words are lost in your throat as once you come back to reality, Johnny is caging you against the edge of the bath, while Kenshi is throwing his towel off to the side. From Johnny’s view, he can see the tops of your supple boobs, droplets of water rushing down your skin. You can see the gears turning in his head, making the first move to show him just how much you wanted it.

You carefully uncovered your chest, leaning back against the edge of the bath and cupping your arms under your tits. Johnny’s eyes raced down, cursing as he slotted his lips with yours. His hands easily found your tits, tweaking your nipples between warm hands. You let out a soft moan into Johnny’s kiss, tugging him closer by his damp hair.

Johnny sat on the edge of the bath just out of the water before tugging you into his lap. He kissed down your face, nipping and biting at your neck. His hands continued to grope your chest, his hips bucking up into you. Now without the towel in the way, you can feel just how hard he is. Warm, heavy and pulsing against your clit.

It didn’t take much convincing before you reached between your bodies to take his cock into your hand. You stroked him quickly, getting too impatient to wait any longer. You quickly sank onto his length, your body shuddering as you took him down to the base. Johnny moaned into your neck, taking his kisses down further. His tongue swirled around your nipple before sucking the puffy bud into his mouth.

The feeling of Johnny’s cock resting heavily in your slicked cunt and his mouth playing with your nipples had you writhing, coming undone so easily around him. Kenshi reeled your head back, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Johnny steadily pumped his cock into you, his thumb tracing circles on your pulsing clit.

You moaned freely into the kiss, your pussy clenching around Johnny. Johnny moans brashly, not caring who hears. Kenshi pulled away from your lips, sliding two fingers against your tongue. You wrapped your lips around his fingers, greedily pressing your tongue to his skin. Kenshi pressed down on your tongue, forcing your mouth to open. Drool spilled from your lips, cascading down your neck and tits.

Kenshi removed his hand from your mouth, making use of his strong hands to fondle your tits. He stood behind you, forcing you to face Johnny as he played with your nipples. Johnny held your hips as you bounced on him, before abruptly pulling you off of him. You whine at the loss, looking over at Johnny with hazy eyes.

He kisses you furiously, moving you to bend over the edge of the warm bath. Kenshi is now sitting in front of you. With how you’re positioned, your tits brush against his aching cock. Stiff nipples brushed against his leaking tip. You press a chaste kiss to his tip, swirling your tongue around his thick head. Kenshi caressed your face softly, as Johnny quickly filled your pussy again, not so softly.

The sudden movement of Johnny bottoming out inside you, had your mouth swallowing around Kenshi. He moaned at the way your throat constricted around him. He gently guided your mouth, shallowly thrusting his cock into your pretty mouth. The constant in and out had you reeling, over the moan as you drowned in pleasure.

Johnny dragged his fingers over your needy clit, laughing breathlessly when you jolted and tightened around his cock. You bob your head slowly, dragging your tongue along the underside of Kenshi’s dick. The constant push and pull of Johnny’s hands and hips had you sputtering around Kenshi’s cock. Johnny presses a hand to the middle of your back, indirectly forcing your head down to the base of Kenshi’s dick.

Kenshi places a hand on the back of your head, holding your mouth at his base as he twitched and bucked his hips. With a few shallow thrusts, Kenshi stiffened, holding your mouth on him as he came in short spurts, coating your mouth in white. You pulled off of him with heavy breaths, too dizzy from the pleasure to focus on anything.

Johnny still had a tight hold of your hips, mesmerized by the way your body shook and jolted against him. Johnny’s orgasm followed soon after, his fingers continuing to toy with your wet clit. Your messy cunt clamped around his cock, pulsing with each sticky rope of cum that he poured into you.

Johnny pulled out slowly, watching as his cum leaked out of you, coating your sore pussy in a scandalous white.

Of course, one round is never enough though.

#are you kidding me #this #this altered me #i am a new person

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