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sentoooo · 3 months

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ɢᴜɪᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ⨟ ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ x ꜰᴛᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ ⨟ 18+

DID I SAY SATURDAY..... NAH NAH I SAID SUNDAY FS........ neways, hope you're reading, kenshi's arms anon. thank you for the idea. seriously. this has all ive ever been able to think about since then. i think you're more suited for writing then i am. might've gone overboard, just maybe. enjoy ;)

shout out to britney spears tho. saved my fuckin ass. couldnt focus, couldnt write anything. played baby one more time for like 3 hours. finished the fic. done. there could be a part two..... hm?

cw: NSFW, ftm reader, afab, he/him pronouns used, threesome, implied first time (with both), implied previous relationship w/ johnny before meeting kenshi, body worship, oral (bottom receiving ((YOU)), fingering, slight praise, porn with absolutely no plot, teasing, voyeurism?? within a private space, proofread wc: 3620 MINORS DNI

It was straight to the point. All Johnny needed to hear was that you consented, and he had set the scene. He was eager. Too eager. But damn, he'd be lying if he says he wasn't nervous. Which is odd! A man like him? Nervous? He's been through scenarios like this, threesomes, foursomes, orgies, damn, he's had it all. Yet, you and Kenshi... it's different. So different. The way you two spark butterflies within his stomach simply by being there, it's a different kind of love than anything he's felt before. It's so pure, intentional, passionate, and soft. Just thinking of either of you has his cheeks red.

Now, Johnny lurks behind you and Kenshi. You sit across from the swordsman, hands planted on your knees. As close as Kenshi wanted you to be, he refused to have you in his lap. He wanted to give Johnny ample room to include himself, even if the man had insisted on just watching. Both of you knew from the start he wouldn't. He can't even keep still now. In front of you, Kenshi seems calm, a light blush tints his cheeks. It is his first, and as such, he is nervous.

"Come on," Johnny groans, leaning over Kenshi's shoulder and place his hands on the man's arms. Kenshi furrows his eyebrows at this, leaning towards you ever so slightly. Yet, he did not give in to Johnny's urgency. Kenshi was going to go by his own pace regardless, for your sake and his. Johnny could be patient. "Pleeeeaaaase..." Johnny whines once more, trying to move Kenshi's hands for him.

Yet, Kenshi is still. He does not move his hands. He does not swat Johnny away. He can feel Johnny's excitement, he can almost hear Johnny begging and pleading at the very edge of his mind. However, he is more concerned about you. "Are you ready?" Kenshi prompts, his tone even.

You hesitate- only for a second. It is not a wild idea, nor is it wildly lewd. "Yes," At your consent, Johnny lets out a sigh of relief, and Kenshi seems to relax.

"Alright, Ken-Doll," Johnny leans in closer to Kenshi's ear, a smirk lingering in his voice. He wrapped his hands around Kenshi's forearms, the swordsman relenting and letting Johnny guide his arms. Johnny's hands snake up to Kenshi's wrist, as he leans forwards and urges the man to get closer to you. "Just..." Johnny's voice is already breathy, as he places Kenshi's hands on your waist. "Like this." Somehow, it was surprising that Johnny didn't start... higher.

Kenshi scoffed, tilting his head towards Johnny. "Really?" While his hands were comfortable, even Kenshi had been expecting something more scandalous from Johnny. His tone was sarcastic, causing you to laugh a little.

"Hey! Where else am I supposed to start?" Johnny pouted, squeezing Kenshi's wrists. Kenshi sighs, and lets the actor have his moment. "Alright, alright, I'll get to the damn point." Johnny speaks as if he wasn't just begging you two to start, shaking his head. His eyes meet yours, asking the same question Kenshi had before. You nod, and lean into Kenshi's hands. With this, Johnny leads Kenshi's hands up under your shirt, just under your breasts. Not quite there. He's got a sly smile on his face, as if he's in it to tease you. Johnny understands just what your body needs, and while he's confident in Kenshi's ability to make you writhe in pleasure. However, Kenshi wasn't so... intimate with your body like Johnny was. Not that he couldn't be.

Kenshi's fingers trace over your ribs, his touch gentle, almost as if he was afraid to hurt you. Your body shudders at the touch, a pleasant feeling sparking from his hands. Johnny smiles at this, his hands lingering on Kenshi's wrists, trailing down to his forearms, and finally letting go. Johnny gave Kenshi a quick peck on the cheek, before finally retreating to the chair he had pulled up next to the bed. His arousal was already clear, it seems the mention of something like this was enough to get him hard. Yet, he was being patient. Or trying to be, anyways. Johnny kept his hands clasped together, as if to prevent himself from touching himself. In fact, his knuckles were turning white.

Before you could comment, Kenshi brought his thumbs up to your sternum, lightly cupping your breasts. Your breath hitched, just slightly, as he slowly massaged them. He was uncannily attentive, his fingers tracing underneath your nipple. He seemed to enjoy how you waited for him, to take advantage of this opportunity. "Yeah, there you go," Johnny instructed, his impatience finally taking place in his voice. "He likes that, y'know?" Johnny was studying you, looking for any more signs of pleasure. His leg bounced, almost growing irritable. "Don't keep him waiting."

You could see Kenshi smirk, leaning in closer to you. He kept you on edge, caressing your boobs, but not quite touching your nipples. The teasing was almost getting to you. And Johnny, too. "Really, now?" Kenshi's voice was full of mischief, tilting his head back to look at you. "So... If I were to..." Finally, he ran his thumb over your left bud, causing you to bite your lip. Only once.

"C'mon, darlin'... if not for me, for him," Johnny pleaded, leaning forward in his chair. "What, do I have to show you exactly how to do it?" He unclasped his hands, making a motion as if he were to get up.

Kenshi tilted his head towards Johnny once more, raising an eyebrow. "If you don't mind," He insisted, still keeping his hands underneath your breasts. He could do this by himself, by the end of the night he would've had your whole body memorized. But he couldn't turn down Johnny's request.

Johnny groans and get up out of his seat, once more placing his hands on Kenshi's wrists. He wastes no time properly placing Kenshi's hands on your breasts. "Squeeze," He instructs, watching as you arch your back into Kenshi's touch. And when Kenshi does squeeze, hands gripping into the soft flesh, you can't help but let out a small 'mn,' in response. He treated your body as if you were fragile, yet his touch was full of lust. Johnny then guiding Kenshi's right hand back down to your stomach. "All yours." Johnny now hovered over you two, as if he were afraid Kenshi would spend the entire time just teasing you.

Kenshi finally relents, letting his right hand run down your stomach. It's erotic, his touch sensual. He's slow, as to map out your body. Johnny stayed close now, pressing his erection against the bed, through his pants. He was searching for any sort of release, just being able to watch Kenshi was excruciating. "Having fun, Cage?" Kenshi mocked, running his thumb over your nipple once more.

"Dammit, Kenshi," Johnny grunted, grinding against the sheets. "Y'know... you don't have to be so goddamn-"

"Slow?" Kenshi spoke for Johnny, his right hand finding the band of your boxers underneath your sweats. Johnny's breath hitches, as if this was the release he was seeking. Yet, Kenshi simply traces along your waist, the line leading further to your core. "What, am I not allowed to enjoy our darling's body...?" Now, he was just teasing Johnny. "Is this not what you wanted?"

"No! No... I, uhm," Johnny backs off, his face flush. "Shit," He was almost afraid that this moment would end. You pushed yourself closer to Kenshi, in attempt to make sure it didn't. You were eager, and perhaps Kenshi would understand that. "He wants it- just- I- Ugh..." Johnny stumbled over his words, watching as you push yourself further into Kenshi's touch.

"Really, is this what you want, my dear?" Kenshi smiles all too innocently, addressing you once more. His fingers stay placed firmly in the band of your boxers, his left hand finally leaving your breast. You whimper at the loss of touch, somehow the absence of it turned you on more. "I need to hear you say it."

You bite your lip, making eye contact with Johnny once more. He nods enthusiastically- neither of you can take it. "Yea..." You whisper, your voice breathy. "Please." You plead.

"Then," Kenshi nods, tugging at your sweatpants now. "I won't keep you waiting." You do not hesitate. You shuffle your legs out from underneath your body, so he can pull your sweats off. And he does. Johnny lets out a sigh, leaning back against the bed.

"Thighs," Johnny points, making direct eye contact with you once more. "His thighs are the most sensitive." He instructs, happy to finally continue. Kenshi follows, near immediately.

"Like this?" Kenshi's right hand runs down your inner thigh, taking his time. He traces each stretchmark, reveling in the warmth. In response, you let out a sweet moan, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment.

"Yeaaah..." Johnny smirks, his hand finally meeting his own erection. He let out a soft moan at the temporary bliss, watching how you squirmed, pushing your legs into Kenshi's touch. "His collarbone, too... he likes it there."

Kenshi followed, once more. He leaned in, closing the distance between your bodies. His lips find your neck first, not out of clumsiness, no, simply to put you on edge. You groan, craning your neck to the side to allow him more access. He does not play into this, however. He trails his teeth lightly down your neck, and finds your collarbone. He kisses you once more, only rewarding you after you let out a soft sigh. He bites, this time, and your hands find his shoulders.

"Awh, you've made him all red," Johnny points out, finally freeing himself of his pants. "Just like that, Ken-Doll." His hand snakes down into his own boxers, caressing his tip gently. His eyes burn into you, intent on following your own pleasure.

Kenshi's hand creeps closer and closer to your pussy. Yet shies away at the last minute. You whimper once more, feeling his breath against your skin. Goosebumps riddle your body, as you search for some sort of entrance, pressing your body further into him. You lean your head into his shoulder, letting out a shaky breath. Kenshi pulls away and places his left hand on your head, toying with your hair. He turns his head over to Johnny and grins at him.

Johnny just stares back, furrowing his brows and pouting once more. Somehow, you getting all of Kenshi's attention... and Kenshi getting all of you... He closes his eyes and rubs away the thought, teasing himself. "Give him what he wants," He demands, inching closer to you and Kenshi. And when Kenshi doesn't follow his direct order, he finally joins you two on the bed.

You raise your head, looking at Johnny through messy hair. There's a darker look in his eyes, not jealousy... maybe jealousy. He takes his spot behind Kenshi and leans over the man's shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. At the same time, not only does Kenshi's hand creep closer to your boxers once more, Johnny's hands find their way into Kenshi's pants. In tandem, the three of you moan. Johnny's pressed himself against Kenshi's back, grinding like a dog. Kenshi tilts his head back, moaning right into Johnny's ear. The sudden stimulation brings Kenshi's hands into your boxers, too. Ignoring all hesitation and teasing before. His hand enters through the leg, however his left hand grabs onto the waistband and pulls near immediately.

Johnny smiles at the chaos he's created, the stimulation he so urgently wanted- needed. His eyes land on your exposed bottom half, your pussy slick. Waiting. Kenshi's hand firmly gripping your thigh now, bucking his hips into Johnny's hand. "Now that's better, right?" Johnny taunts, glad to finally get this party started. Kenshi nods, slightly. Almost embarrassed to enjoy this. Johnny chuckles, leaning back closer to you. He picks up the speed of his ministrations, leaving Kenshi to bite his lip and suppress his pleasure. "And what about you, sweetheart?" His eyes glide now your frame, from your face, to your clothed torso, to your entrance.

You lowered your head, feeling your face and ears heat up. You couldn't speak, watching Kenshi enjoy the feeling of Johnny's hands, the swordsman's fingers digging into the soft warm flesh of your thigh still. Your words caught in your throat, you inch slightly closer to the two. Johnny closes the distance between you and him, placing another soft kiss on your lips. Only a peck, as he nudged Kenshi with his shoulder. "Don't forget about him, hm?" To see Johnny take such a dominant, teasing role was almost a dream come true. Yet, still uncanny.

Kenshi returns his focus to you, holding back more soft noises and reaching both hands out to you, holding you by your waist. His grip was firm, letting out a sigh. He was withholding his own pleasure, now intent on getting you off. Johnny chuckles, simply holding Kenshi's dick in his hand now. He let the swordsman take control of his own pleasure. Kenshi's touch was more erratic now, trailing back up your sides. Sometimes, he'd go slow, and sometimes he'd go quicker, as if he was ready for this interaction to reach its climax. Regardless, he seemed adamant on making sure you enjoyed his touch as much as he enjoyed exploring your body. As you watch Kenshi's hands make their way underneath your shirt once more, a lightbulb goes off in Johnny's head.

"Hey, Kenshi, Stop," Johnny starts, his hands retreating from Kenshi's dick. At this, the swordsman relaxes. However, despite how hard Kenshi had tried to hide it, the sudden absence of Johnny's touch clearly made him want more. "You'll love this." He gets off the bed, and grabs you by your waist. You squeak, as he turns you to the side, with your legs now dangling off the bed. Out of Kenshi's hands. Johnny does not explain further, simply directing Kenshi to sit behind you. Kenshi hesitates, but does so, regardless.

"What is your game, Cage?" Kenshi asks, taking his place behind you. His hands still firmly planted on your hips. Johnny grins, but doesn't respond. He simply finds Kenshi's right hand once more, and guides it up over your shirt, to your neck.

"Don't choke him, just," Johnny bites his lip, proud of his unspoken idea. "Just feel, I guess..." With that, he finally snakes down, placing his hands on your knees. Kenshi wraps his hand around your neck gently, just as Johnny instructed. He rests his chin on your shoulder, as if to watch Johnny. The actor looks up at you, now on his knees. His hands slowly make their way up to the insides of your thighs, parting them as you let out a low sigh. You hear Kenshi's breath hitch, Johnny's idea finally clicking in his head.

"Cage, you dog," Kenshi remarks, adjusting his position slight, pulling his pants down. Just enough for you to feel the heat spring from his boxers.

Johnny ignores Kenshi's comment, and looks up at you, with pleading eyes. "May I?" His tone is scandalous, his smirk ever-present. You nod once more, and Johnny goes in. His plan in full swing, now. You can't escape. His hands keep your thighs apart, and before you can realize the actor's marvelous plan, warmth hits your core. Johnny's tongue enters within your folds, staying still for a couple minutes as if to taste you. You whimper at this, arching your back and grinding into Johnny's tongue. Kenshi was enjoying the vibrations of your sweet sounds against his palm, placing a quick kiss on your shoulder. Johnny wasted no time, lapping at your pussy as if he had been hungry. With each moan, sigh, and stutter that escapes your lips, Kenshi rewards you with a another kiss. From your shoulder, to the crook of your neck, to your jaw.

Johnny moans into you, digging his nails into your thighs. He keeps you still, as you relish in his tongue, arching your back and exposing more of your neck for Kenshi to feel. For once, Kenshi thought, Johnny's idea wasn't half bad. He enjoyed this more than he liked to admit. He heard you, alright. Whining for Johnny, begging for more. His tongue flicks across your clit, producing a louder, stifled moan from you. After that, his tongue curls back inside you, searching for more. You are almost too caught up within the pleasure to notice that Kenshi's left hand follows down your body, hovering just above your pussy. It is only when you feel a digit enter you that you realize what Kenshi is doing. You yelp once more, pushing your back into Kenshi.

Kenshi laughs at your helplessness, trapped between both men. His thumb pays special attention to your clit, providing a sensitive tingling burning through your body. "Good boy," He whispered against the shell of your ear, his voice gruff. "Letting me explore you... I'm not done, you understand?" You can feel Johnny laugh against you, as Kenshi begins to fuck you with his fingers. His pace is slow, out... in... out... as opposed to Johnny's quick and desperate pace with his tongue. Kenshi keeps his right hand on your neck, still, reveling in the feeling of your pleasure and whimpering and whining and crying. His thumb continues to rub gentle circles on your clit, as Johnny's hands begin to roam your thighs. This only makes you moan more.

"Joh- fffuuhhh- ahn," Your words slur together, the differing paces in pleasure providing a pool of electricity welling up within you. You do not know who's name to cry, "Kensh---" As you are cut off by another wave of pleasure, as Kenshi toys with your clit, now swollen. Was Johnny's idea even needed? Kenshi seemed to have already mapped out your body in his heads, and yet, against Johnny's tongue, he almost knew your folds more.

Johnny pulls away momentarily, looking up at you. He licks his lips, letting out a satisfying sigh as you whimper from the loss of contact. "You taste so good, sweetheart," His eyes fall to Kenshi's finger, as the swordsman works another digit into your entrance. Johnny watches, content with what he's started. "All red, and needy..." Johnny enjoys the warmth of your thighs now, leaning his head to the left as he watches Kenshi's tattooed hands slowly unravel you. "How does that feel, hm? You like it?"

You can only nod, finding all sorts of lewd noises slipping from your mouth. Kenshi fingers you slowly, still. As if to the rhythm of your heartbeat. His breath hot against your neck, his left hand squeezing ever so slightly. Yet, he does not restrict your breathing. He seeks out to feel more of your sounds, groaning and begging for him to pick up the pace. He doesn't give in, however. He does this to remember your walls, every ripple, the texture, and just how wet you are. Kenshi must admit, this is more pleasurable than Johnny's hand down his pants.

Meanwhile, Johnny simply rubs your thigh, tracing every single stretch mark with his thumb. You jerk into Kenshi's fingers, grinding out once more. That soft, dull pressure builds just below your stomach, an electetricfying feeling shot up your spine. Your moans loose all coherency, begging inaudibly for more. Neither man acts on your pleas, driving you closer to your climax, slowly.

"Yeah, yeah... just like that," Johnny hums, finding it oddly comfortable to just watch. He made no move to pleasure himself, nor did Kenshi. "Go ahead, baby." He urges, as you grind up into Kenshi's fingers more. Kenshi does not budge on his pace, still. However, his thumb speeds up ever so slightly.

"This is what you want, no?" Kenshi teases, kissing the crook of your neck once more. You only whine in response, desperately nodding your head. Your body craves release more so than your mind, seeking to feel the weight release, snap, and spill out onto Kenshi's hand. With each thrust of his fingers, your legs shake, your thighs threaten to close. Yet Johnny stops them.

"Nuh uh, not happenin', sweetheart," Johnny uses both of his hands to push open your legs, wider. "I gotta see ya." With this, you let out another lengthy whine, before biting your lip. Somehow, this grants Kenshi better access. His fingers pick up the pace ever so slightly, your mind teeters on the brink of ecstasy. His fingers only reach slightly deeper, closer to your core.

Your eyes roll back, leaning your head against Kenshi's and making direct eye contact with Johnny. Not a moment later does that coil snap, cumming all over Kenshi's fingers. Your body twitches into his hand, each wave pushing more and more of your much needed release out of you. Johnny chuckles once more, Kenshi listens almost too intently to your moans. Somehow, still begging for more.

Slowly, Kenshi's fingers leave you, the last waves of pleasure exiting your body through moans. You slowly come down from your high, as Johnny pushes himself up from his position on the floor. Kenshi praises you once more, inaudible as the afterglow washes over you.

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freyito · 7 months

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ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ & ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴛᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴛᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ

el oh el! so funny story!!! i got cat called today! yaaaaay! ! ! ! ! i'm so absolutely fucking horrified and disgusted and eugh. i've been stalked and ive been followed home and eughhhh. so. i apologize for the heavy undertones of this post but PROJECTING!! this is helping me get over the feeling. i think. i dunno.

cw: ftm reader, afab, catcalling, mention of misgendering, comfort, pre-blind kenshi, not proofread

Johnny Cage

He loves showing you off. He keeps you close in public, like to the point where it's genuinely hard to walk because of it. He's pulled you in by the waist, his hand firm. As if you'll escape from him. But, you won't even try. You like this.

So, when some random asshole across the street calls out to you, something something about your boobs, at first he's like "Awh, lil ol' me?". But holy shit. He is seething.

Johnny takes the attention off of you. And inadvertently threatens the loser. Well... it's more than obvious, actually. He's 6'1, built like a statue, and filled with enough rage to make a rabid dog cower.

He doesn't let go of you, though. And he's surprisingly rational. All he really has to do is stare the man down, make him uncomfortable. Beyond so, actually. He's getting quite erotic with this man.

And when the catcaller finally walks away, he relaxes only slightly. Johnny would beat that man to a pulp if he could, but he'd rather not get arrested, nor would he want the press getting a hold of that.

But now, he's more concerned about you. You went from glued to his hip to shying away, a horrible empty, gut-wrenching, nauseous feeling washing over you.

He doesn't allow you to sulk, he's grabbing your hand and power-walking to the car. That's enough of the public, today. And once you two are safely in the car, he's affirming you. Like, absolutely drowning you in the fact that you are his boy, his boyfriend, his and all his and no other man has a right to treat you that way. To talk to you that way. He doesn't have that right, either. At home, he's got a bath drawn immediately, he's picked out clothes for you, and has ordered your favorite food.

Kenshi Takahashi

He's also about as close as Johnny is to you out in public. But he gives you enough space to walk properly. It's so very clear that you are his.

So, when he heard that sharp whistle, he didn't even have to listen to what the assailant called out. He turns quickly, but he doesn't leave your side. He simply turns.

Kenshi is an ex-gangster, dammit. He could beat this man until he was unrecognizable, he's got all sorts of repentance lined up for the asshole across the street. How many fingers shall he take? Any ink on his skin worth keeping?

But he doesn't move. He doesn't talk. That is enough to make the assailant run off, tail between his legs. And he makes damn sure of it.

Once Kenshi's sure the man is at least a block down, he turns back to you and holds you closely. Almost as if he's hiding you. He doesn't allow you to retreat within yourself, he doesn't even want to think of how you feel.

He walks away quickly, finding a quiet place to calm you down. He's as hands on or off as you want him to be, he understands if suddenly you don't want to be touched.

And he's quick to bring you back to the car, as well. The car ride home is quiet, but he pampers you when you get home. He actually affirms you more than Johnny, he's very insistent and emphasizes every single masculine word, pronoun, everything as he talks. At home, he's already got a little den set up for you, with your favorite books, he'll offer to draw a bath for you, he's ready to cook your favorite food, and has white noise playing from the TV.

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guizika · 5 months

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I’m Your Tramp

Tomas Vrbada x Male Reader

Cw - Male reader, you/yours pronouns, forbidden relationship, a little bit of angst, fluff, maybe it's a bit ooc.

Synopsis - You love Tomas, the boy who follows everything his father says. While you are free, doing whatever you want.

Word count - 522

This fanfic was inspired by the song "O Vagabundo e a Dama" by the band Oriente.

Tomas has always been a strict boy, not wanting to disappoint his father, while you have always been free, doing what you wanted. When you started dating Vrbada, his father was furious and forbade the relationship.

However, nothing could stop you from seeing your beloved, you would move mountains for him and take any risk just to be with him for a few moments.

Tomas hears a bird-like whistle, a signal for him to open the window. He quickly approaches and opens it, letting you in. "Oh my God, you've lost your mind for good." He says, looking you up and down.

"Wow, I've just arrived and I don't even get a kiss?" You say with a smile, making Vrbada blush and smile shyly. "It's getting harder to get in here, I almost got caught." You say with an amused snort.

"And that's exactly why I said you shouldn't come here, it's too risky." Tomas says, making you cluck your tongue and grab his hands, stroking his knuckles. "Look, I know you've already told me that, but I've also told you that I won't stop seeing you."

You kiss Tomas on the forehead and then put your hand in the pocket of your suit. "Wait a minute, I've got something you'll like." After a while you finally find it, taking out a silver ring and putting it on Tomas' finger. "I bought this ring because I thought it looked like you, I hope you like it."

You move over and sit down on Tomas' bed, letting out a soft sigh and looking at him. "I love it, it means a lot to me." He says softly, almost like a whisper, pink adorning his cheeks. Without further ado, he comes closer to you, pulling you down and then lying on top of you. "You know my father doesn't approve of our relationship, right?" He says, looking carefully at the ring you gave him.

You stay silent and nod, just enjoying Tomas presence. "I know that, but I promise I'll try to fix it." Your voice comes out as a whisper, smiling softly as you wrap your arms around Tomas.

"I trust you, work it out." Tomas says, lying on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. "He thinks you're too rebellious, too loose, he thinks you're a man who doesn't follow the rules very well." His voice comes out as a whisper.

You let out a soft laugh, stroking his back. "I already know that, in fact, I agree with him." You stare at the ceiling, seeing nothing but darkness. "But he forgot to add that I'm extremely in love with you."

Tomas remains silent, closing his eyes and silently saying goodnight, then falling asleep. You stay awake, wishing you could sleep here but knowing that if you were caught in Tomas's room, the outcome would probably not be good.

After a while you hear the sound of birds singing and decide to leave, carefully taking Tomas off you and putting him to bed. Before you leave, you kiss his forehead and walk away, swearing to yourself that one day you'll marry him.

Please don't translate my work and don't repost on other social networks, if there are any grammatical errors I ask you to excuse me!

#ftm reader #male reader insert #male reader #mortal kombat x male reader #mortal kombat x ftm reader #tomas vrbada #mk smoke #Spotify

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porcalinecunt · 6 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 — 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘

💀 KINKTOBER EVENT

🎧 𝐊𝐔𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆 (𝐒𝐔𝐁 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎) 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐜𝐰 — sub!reader. dom!kuai liang. ftm!reader. ice play. fingering. oral sex. squirting.

a/n: this was definitely rushed and i honestly didn’t like it, so my apologies! either way, ive been obsessed with kuai liang as sub zero bc he looks so DILFY like..god..anyways! please enjoy! 🫶🏼

“How do you feel now..?”

Kuai Liang whispered against your ear, while you shivered under his touch. His icy fingertips trailed against your stomach, inching upwards towards your chest. The yukata you wore was slipping off, slowly exposing more and more skin.

You could only nod at his question, as opening your mouth would threaten a moan spilling out. Kuai chuckled, amused at your reaction. You could feel his erection poking against your clothed thigh, as the sound of his fingers becoming ice made you flinch a bit.

“If it’s too much, I can sto-“

You shook your head, protesting by taking his hand and licking his frozen fingers. It didn’t matter if it made your tongue freeze. Your lips trembled, whispering ‘More’ over and over again.

The grandmaster chuckled, pressing a passionate kiss against your lips till you fell onto the warmer sheets. He towered over you, leaning down to shove his tongue into your mouth while pushing the rest of the yukata out of the way.

Your hands shot up to his shoulders once you felt something cold against your thigh, looking down to see it was his fully frozen hands. The tiny specks of ice spread to his wrists, with a fully blue and smoking hand. They gripped your thighs apart, the sudden and brutally cold feeling made you yelp.

“Shhh..it’s okay my love, just relax for me..”

He reassured you, giving you one last kiss before lowering himself. He fully spread your thighs apart before setting them down on his shoulders, the melting ice ran down on them and meeting your hips. Your legs quivered, as the ice ninja pressed a warm kiss on your clit before pressing his hot tongue against your cunt.

You whined, unable to handle the feeling of his bone cold hands and his hot, wet tongue all at once. The sensation intensified as you begin to grind desperately, his beard tickled your cunny as it became soaked with your arousal.

“K-Kuai Liang..! ‘M gonna cum..! Gonna!—“

A cold hand covered your mouth, as your eyes rolled back from the feeling of the grandmaster shoving two of his frozen digits into your cunt. It hit every nerve as chills ran up and down your spine. Kuai Liang quickly fingered you and would pull them out just to tease your swollen clit before shoving them back in.

He increased his speed, leaning down as he blew a breath of ice against your chest, stimulating your nipples as they grew hard. Your moans became shaky, watching as he took one in his mouth. Kuai Liang smirked against the flushed skin, as your legs shook even more, indicating your orgasm.

“Come on..you can cum love, i know you want to..”

The ice felt like it was hitting your g-spot till it went numb, as you sobbed out against his frozen hand. You squirted, hard enough to soak his whole forearm and your inner thighs. Babbles of his name were muffled, as he gave one last lick to your nipple before pulling away with a pop!

He stared down at his soaked forearm and the ice that still remained on your cold body, chuckling as it all melted and he wrapped your body in blankets. You try to stop shivering, but Kuai Liang placed wet kisses on your neck. Wrapping his large arms around you.

“You did so good f’me love, so beautiful..”

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weskersluvrrrrrrrrr · 9 months

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soft sex with present! johnny in mk11

Just him holding you gently as he kisses you all over, whispering all sorts of sweet things to you. About how he loves you so much, about how he needs you. Just locking hands with him and ARGEGRGRGRG RE R

#johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #(gonna do a full one shot with this prompt)#(Kinda sorta requested by my friend)#(will be a ftm reader)

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nachofuck3r · 5 months

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✩°｡⋆Johnny Cage x Ftm!Reader ⋆｡°✩

Content warning:

Names used for MCs genitals: cock, dick, boy-pussy, cunt, pussy, slit, hole It's important to note that it's vaginal sex and described as such, with mentions of the cervix. Though there is zero mention of breast Still be cautious as you continue onwards

ao3 link for freaks: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51946675

It's essentially Johnny's fault, while training with the monks, he had been continuously teasing you. Making sassy remarks, mocking your form and altogether being the arsehole, he usually is. Though he always is his absolute worst self with you, to your displeasure.

Liu Kang had already been seemingly frustrated, you deduct the training with the Lin Kuei brothers had gone awry, as he showed up to your group's session with a permanent crease in his brow.

As Johnny had egged you on more and more you swiftly lost your temper, not only screeching like a banshee in a sacred place but also whopping his ass without it even being your turn to spar.

The disapproval on the Fire God's face was more than evident as you came down from your fiery high and he ordered both of you to collect flowers.

Jup, flowers!

It seems there is a special brew for tempered minds, he explained that it's usually made for medical purposes, like surgery, to ease the patients mind.

So, drugs.

But it seems it can also be used to enhance one's focuse, if prepared differently.

So essentially perfect for both yours and Johnnys purposes. It was supposed to make Johnny more focused and you, less tempered.

So that is how you found yourself, wandering the vast expense of the woods outside the temple.

With an idiot who won't stop shutting up.

"Isn't this just great?" Johnny offers sarcastically, the sleasyness of just HIM, making you have at him again.

"This is your fucking fault, you never know how to shut your trap and now we have to go flower picking because of it" you bite out resentfully, heat evident in your voice.

You don't hate Johnny cage, he is a good fighter and can be decent company. But lately he has proven to be an absolute pain, endlessly prying into your private life, flirting, teasing and so on.

It confused you rather than made you angry at first, but now it just frustrates you.

"Well excuse a guy's for trying to break through your stony exterior" his radiant brown eyes narrow as he regards you with a frown.

"This is not some speed dating show! We are meant to fight eachother and soon fighters from another realm. So excuse me for having no interest or time for chatter, especially during training" you snarl out.

"We are meant to be fighting together, honey. I know little to nothing about you. How do we know we can trust you."

"How about seeing if you can trust me! You focus more on your strategies in training"

" That's what I was doing, I'm just checking off all my methods at my disposal, to expose my enemy" he bites back, though a tone of joking lacing his words.

"There is a reason I am here, if I wasn't selected by Liu Kang himself, your mistrust would be well placed!"

"But even so, getting to know me while we're sparring. Come on ask a guy out to meet or something" you cross your arms, creasing your brows.

"I tried! But you avoid me like the plaque, you're never around, that's some fucking classic villain behavior!" he grits his teeth and moves his hands around excessively.

"There might also be a reason I tell you nothing about me, you're just gonna exploit every detail about me for your shitty movies!" your hands ball to fists as you both trot deeper and deeper into the never-ending nature around you.

"Ninja Mime was a fucking masterpiece and so will my next flick be, I don't need you emo personality jutting in, if you're gonna be an uncompliant bitch" Johnny barks out defensively, his styled hair falling into his eyes, you only groan in annoyance.

Silence falls over both of you as you just look around for the flower in question, it was supposedly growing not so far from the temple.

Looking around you don't even know where you both have found yourselves, lost in your argument you both have been walking for a good while, surrounded by all kinds of curious blooms.

"Gotta be one of these rights?" you hear Johnny say, as he pokes a random exotic looking plant.

"Stop that! Those are poisonous!" you exclaim pulling him towards you by his shoulder.

He slightly stumbles into you in shock, his big brown, baby cow like eyes, regarding you.

"How do you know?" he furrows his eyebrows in question, as do yours.

"What do you mean? We covered these in our lessons, you dunce"

"Hmmm must've forgot" he says uninterested.

"I was probably distracted by your radiant personality" he counters with a sarcastic smirk, presenting his canines and making you groan loudly in frustration.

"Whatever, the plant we're looking for is kinda star shaped and blue"

"star and blue, got it" he utters turning back to look around

You both, spent the next fifteen minutes marching deeper and deeper into the forest, looking endlessly for the flower. To your surprise Johnny is silent for the most of it. Only occasionally breaking the silence with a joke about a flower looking like a face or a tree having bumps that look like balls.

As childish as he is, he still succeeds at making you feel better about the whole situation.

While carefully eying a peculiar looking bug, you hear harsh coughs descend from Johnny's direction.

You swiftly turn, running to his side, as you see him double over.

"Johnny, what are you-" you stop, your eyes catching the huge purplish field of flowers expand before you two.

The flowers are matt with an almost star like shape, and a bulbous pink middle, which seems to be excreting some kind of -

Is that mist?

You pull Johnny back from the mist, that he probably inhaled and start rubbing his back.

"Did you inhale that?" you ask dumbfoundedly, rather than condescending, as another cough claws its way up his throat.

"Is that our mark?" he presses out ignoring the question, having recovered a little.

You eye the plant in question again and though you see the similarities, this could NOT be, what you both were sent out here for, Liu Kang would've told you if they'd expelled a mist.

"No, and I don't think we've talked about that one before" you say lightly, eyeing Johnny as another cough jets out of his mouth.

"Fucking *cough*, A-Grade bullshit this is" his face crunches up in disgust

"Yeah, but I think we did go a little off path, probably shouldn't even be here"

"You tell me, Stud. *cough* I-I think we gone and got ourselves lost."

"Hmm, you're a probably right we should head back rather than die because of this weird ass plant" you furrow your brows in worry as Johnny slightly doubles over again.

Then he lets out a few very concerning sounding coughs, which turn into gags as his mouth expels a slimy blob of something lilac.

"What in the-" he starts but gets cut of again by another cough.

You gasp loudly, take his arm over your shoulder and help him upright himself as well as possible.

"Fuck- Johnny do you think you can walk?"

He nods weakly, his glazed over eyes meeting yours.

You only now notice the sweat starting to bead at his temple and his already matted down hair, which is usually so perfectly styled, sticking to his forehead.

While tilting his head up, Johnny ends up coughing, a cloud of the mist, similar to that surrounding the field of flowers, jets out of his mouth into your face.

You gasp in shock, reel back, accidentally inhaling a good portion of it, making you both topple over.

Your vision starts to get woozy as you hear Johnny squeeze out apologies between the coughing.

"It-s O-Okay" you press out but feel yourself getting more and more -

Hot?

You hear a shift behind you seeing the movie star is now clawing at his uniform.

"What the fuck, I'm like really hot right now and not the usual kind" he utters out, his flushed face pressed against the forest floor, while scrambling to open the orange thread enclosing his body.

You flush slightly as your own cough subsides but you start feeling a burning heat spread through your lower half.

"Are you-" Johnny starts, furrowing his brows as he wets his lips with his tongue, your eyes tracking the movement.

To your own embarrassment.

"Are you okay, do you also-" he cuts himself of with breathy gasp, his hips jutted into the earth beneath at an angle.

You eye the film star cautiously, as he repeats the movement, letting out a small string of gasps.

Soon your brains fuzzy state catches up as you decide he's-

Rutting the floor?!

Johnny Cage, movie star of the millennium is laying before you, clothes half torn open and rutting his clothed sex against the forest ground.

"A- Are you fucking t-the floor?" you rasp out, your hands twitching attentively, resisting to wander to your own, pulsing sex.

Not even dignifying your query with an answer, Johnny just groans out your name, while also sending a heated gaze your way.

Affected by his stare, you hum out a groan of your own, no longer resisting the urge to create friction on your own cock.

"Hmmm- I could be f-fucking you if yo-u'd like that better, baby" Johnny moans out a response to your earlier question, turning on his back to get rid if the rest of his clothes.

The offer makes your stomach lurch with arousal, as a wave of wetness coats the inside of you boxers.

Looking up you see the other man, now thumbing over the head of his cock lightly, his head falling back in pleasure as he keeps on rubbing over the cockhead.

Your own heat prompts you to bite back a growl, seeing Johnny touch himself. Your clouded mind only provided you with thought of the potent seed churning in his balls. And the waste it would be if he spilled it over himself and not inside-

You

A fertile and willing hole.

You scramble over to him, tackling his hands to his sides.

He lets out a surprised moan at the loss of friction, eyeing you with confusion and newfound desire.

"W-what's up babe?" he breaths out as he eyes your flushed face and the needy expression on your face.

Without answering you pull of your frankly coated boxers and jut your dick against his.

Another moan leaves the otherwise cocky mans mouth, as slick from your pussy drips onto his shaft.

"F-fuck, stud you're all wet"

"Shut up" you growl out as you start rutting your length against his own, your sexes exchanging pre-cum.

You reach back towards his full balls, giving them a good squeeze. The action owes you a loud moan from the blonde, though your target is farther.

"I'm going to finger you, Johnny" you press out through the heat, rather matter of factly.

"Whoa whoa w-wait I-" he protests but not for long as your finger reaches his rim.

A sultry growl expels from his mouth as he grabs your hips for support.

With your unoccupied hand you stroke trough your slit, gathering slick on your fingers.

Then you coat his rim with your own slick and massage one finger around it.

"Please, Daddy" Johnny lets out, his eager gaze meeting your own, stunning you shortly.

You let out a dark chuckle, pressing your finger slightly into his hole, while your other hand goes to press his cock against your own, frotting the two together.

"Daddy, hmm?"

"Are you gonna be a good boy for your daddy?" you ask mockingly, still only ever so slightly entering his hole.

"Will you let me do what I want with you slut?" you resume

His beautiful brown eyes widen, as he gulps, nodding eagerly and gripping your hips tighter.

At the obedient display you mercifully push your finger into his hole, making Johnny jut up into your cock.

The friction makes you groan loudly and lean a little forward, but you don't stop your assault on his hole.

Pumping your thick finger in and out of his wet gummy walls, feeling Johnny clench down ever so often. His hips start bucking into your own and you startle.

He starts moaning more rapidly, letting out a ton of fast breathy moans.

He's about to cum, you pull your fingers out of his and scramble to position yourself.

"Wh-what are yo-"

"Breed me, Johnny" you moan out wantingly, eyes lidded and burning with hot desire, as a last warning before dropping down on his fat cock.

The blunt head of his dick, ramming into to you all the way to your cervix, giving it a fat kiss.

You both grunt in delight, Johnny twitching only a few more times before, filling your awaiting walls with potent sticky fuck juice.

"Fuuuuckk"

"Again-" you both press out at the same time, you looking at him in shock.

"W-what do you mean again?" your lips still wobbling from overstimulation.

"I'm gonna give you what you need, cunt-boy" his dark gaze meets your own as he moves to pull out and reposition.

The sudden shift makes your gut twist with guttural desire, like the fact that you just got absolutely creamed wasn't enough for your hole.

"Huh?" then he shifts you both in a mating press, you stuck beneath him, him pressing your legs to your chest.

"I'm going to breed you liked you asked, like the good and fertile bitch you are"

His eyes have a primal glint to them, his hair now fully sweated through, some stray strands falling into his face. His arms fully pressing you down, his face mere inches from you own and despite this full display of ownership-

You snort, his devilish smirk faltering in the process.

"Oh yeah?" You raise your eyebrow expectantly, your own face adorning a downright evil grin

"You better get to it then, a good sub like you can follow directions, mhh?" You lilt out, cocking your head at him.

He lets out a frustrated hum, his face further darkening.

Then, out of nowhere he pulls his cock, which was still seated in your pussy, delivering a quick smack to your swollen, overstimulated hole.

"Ahhh" you let out a load sudden moan, as your pain and pleasure melt into one combined feeling.

"You like that?" Johnny smirks at having you stunned to silence, swiftly smacking your sensitive slit and cock again.

"Ahh- J-Johnny"

"That's right, look at me" he orders, your body betraying you to obey the voice of the man who's going to fill you with more cum.

He eyes your cunt and hums as if in thought.

Then as if stricken by lightning, the mans face drop to your hole and he starts eagerly lapping up your juices.

"Johnny- mhhh you're so good" you let out holding your own legs against your chest as he starts sucking your cock.

"You know it, stud" his hot breath, hitting your hole

His assault on your boy-pussy making obscene slurping sounds that you could swear echoed through the tall trees. His tongue continues caressing your cock as his finger finds his way to your hole, clenching around nothing.

You feel something leak out of you and immediately know its Johnny's cum.

Pulling at the blondes, wet hair you, pull him of your cock with pop.

"Cum, the cum" you slur out, still fucked out and overly sensitive after the hits.

"Wh-what about-"

"B-Back in, push it in"

"It's fucking purple!" You groan in frustration and pull him forward by his biceps.

With a surprised yelp the others lips collide with yours and his cock slips back into you, pushing the purple liquid back into you, where it sloshed against you gummy walls.

Your mouths move in union for a while as you both savor each other's mouth. The change in mood makes Johnnys hips move on their own, as he pummels his length back into you, trying to reach that deep from earlier again.

You lose track of time as you and Johnny fuck, with seemingly no end in sight, that is until the heat within both of you starts to subside and you both grow exhausted. After making you spurt for final time you both collapse, breathing heavily against each other.

You're tired, and the sun is starting to set so you deduct both of you must've been missing for hours already. Its truly a wonder no stray monk collecting herbs, has walked in on you raw dogging. But it makes you wonder, why has no one looked for you yet?

Just as you're about to catch your breath you feel Johnny start softly kissing your neck, chest and collarbone. Looking down at the man you feel blood shooting to your face, he looks at you contently but also fucked the fuck out. Totally sweat coated but a lazy smirk ever present.

"You're the most gorgeous man I've ever seen" he mutters out, his sparkling brown eyes putting you on the spot.

"Is that so?" you query, a content smile of your own forming on your face as you let yourself sink into the pillowy moss covering the forest floor.

The film star hums in agreement, and his eyes crinkle at the corners. He's looking infuriatingly cute right now and you wish you could punch a tree about it.

"That's why I bother you so much, I just really, really want to get to know the hot guy"

"Really? Not because you want me to star in your shitty movies?" you ask jokingly

"Well, if there was any movie you should star in-" he breaths out an implication

"it would not be the kind I usually work on" one that is not lost on you as you mirror his easy grin.

"Perhaps, another time" you exhale.

Laying there for another 30 minutes felt like a good idea at the moment, but soon it got cold and you both suddenly realized the amount of fluids that still stick to you. You did your best washing off in a nearby stream and putting on the, sullied by dirt, training uniforms before making your way back. To your surprise after walking for a good five minutes Johnny started recognizing, mushroom grow patterns, and weirdly shaped trees, that he seemingly saw on the way into the woods.

You are seriously impressed, he was like a human compass, guiding you both safely back to the temple.

Arriving at the Fire Temple you two are swarmed by monks, seemingly people were actually sent out looking for you but couldn't find you, to both of your luck. After you both took an actual bath and redressed, a wave of hunger swept over each of you.

"Man, you two looked as though you made your own training session out there" Kung Lao comments, his mischievous smirk apparent.

"They were probably at each other's throats as soon as they entered the forest" Kenshi adds with an own air of lightheartedness to him.

Just as you're stuffing your face with dumplings, Johnny scoffs loudly.

"You can say that again, what an eventful day we've had" he let's our a very convincing sigh as he ads onto the web of lies he started spinning

"We've searched endlessly for that damned flower, then we got lost and then this really weird looking squirrel jumped me, as-" he motions to you "Yours truly took it off of me. This man can really pack a punch"

Once again Johnny impresses you, by not totally freaking out, as you would've, trying to come up with excuses for the state you were in earlier.

"Yeah, you should still get checked with the doc tomorrow Johnny" Raiden, Kenshi, Kung Laos and the named mans eyes falling on you.

"Why? Did you get bitten?" Raiden asks cautiously, eyeing Johnny up and down as if to spot anything out of the ordinary.

"N-No but that squirrel was,- eh frothing at the mouth, that weird pink substance" you add cautiously, your eyes not leaving Johnny's.

Hoping you get your worry across, the sight of purplish cum dripping out of you, coming back to mind.

You try to convey him a different message than the once the others hear you say, which is essentially that he should get checked if the purple cum thingy was going to be a long term issue. You can only deduct it was a strange side effect of the pollen.

"Pink? Could it also have been lilac?" Kenshi suddenly asks, far more interested in the conversation than earlier.

"Yes, a stickler for details is what you are my friend, though...it could've been purple, why?" Johnny asks, reaching for his drink

"Must've been a horny rodent then" Kung Lao huffs out, still easy going as ever

"Why?" you in turn ask now, eying the two men who evidently knew something you didn't

"Isn't that like a side affect of those weird flowers the monks talked to us about" Raiden asks lightly

"The one with...- well" he tries adding on but doesn't continue

"An aphrodisiac effect, yea I think that's the one"

Both you and Johnny stare at each other, in a sense that reads "Are you kidding?".

"Oh really, must've missed that lesson" the movie star says, his food forgotten as he focuses on the conversation.

"Me as well, how do the flowers look?"

"I think they were like star shaped and..... blue or purplish"

*Clank*

Johnny hammers on the table, shaking the cutlery and glasses on it, but he has no regard for them nor for politeness, as he promptly storms off.

Leaving the other men in utter confusion, as they all frown, looking at you for answers.

Feeling overwhelmed you also get up trying to catch up to Johnny who was undoubtedly looking for Liu Kang.

"They probably-"

"Man, they definitely fucked."

"You both are insufferable."

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#johnny cage #x reader #johnny cage fanfiction #mk1 fanfic #mortal kombat fanfiction #x m!reader #x ftm!reader

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urfavenarrator · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 7 - body warship

liu kang x ftm!reader

A/N: sorry ment to post yesterday but forgot, its also shorter because Om sleep deprived

God did he feel good, the slow gentle thrusts, the way he traced over every scar on your body. You feel his lips brush across a scar under your pec, the scars -as he put it- was a symbol of your beauty, his favorite feature because it defines you.

Friendly reminder to please reblog

#mortal kombat #x m!reader #x male!reader #x male reader #x reader #- ̗̀❀⋆˚̩̥̩🪻bo writes🪻˚̩̥̩⋆❀ ̖́-#mortal kombat x male reader #x ftm reader #ftm reader #liu kang #liu kang x reader #liu kang x male reader #liu kang x y/n

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biggayballs · 4 months

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subzero gay trans fanfiction

hi mortal kombat tumblr. i made subzero gay trans sex fanfiction (reader is trans POV) because i could not find much.

enjoy

#sub zero #ftm nsft #mortal kombat fic #bi han x reader #sub zero x reader #sub zero x trans reader #bi-han x trans reader #bi han x you #bottom male reader #bi han x male reader

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mortal-kombat-shitposts · 5 months

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IRain x ftm medic reader “exorcise in getting along.”

@boomclowntown part one of three (part one of two of my rain posts please forgive me.)

Warning: light reiko x reader, angst, cannon type violence, rain wants a nap, Reiko can't stop poking the mage. Shao wants the reader gone for disrupting the peace. Slow burn. I don't know how to write 😵‍💫 ignore my love for shaos voice.

When they talk about leylines and how they can affect everything around them, I didn't believe them now I do, as I lay ass up head down in a strange unknown world with creatures straight out of a fantasy book. “Looks like willbert wasn't lying I'll be damned." I straighten up and try to get my bearings.

I walk around a little bit falling upon someone who is training, his body like fluid grace, standing 7 '6 maybe, deeper skin tone and build, the purples and yellows highlight the stark contrast from his hands to a… . Staff I think. I can't see his face from here but maybe he can help me out. So I approach him gently letting my training kick in. “Hello, sir can you help me? I seem to be lost.” I speak softly.

He jumps a little like he wasn't expecting someone this far out in the nothingness. “Who are you and how did you get here? " He asks back turning to look at me. His eyes like liquid honey encased in amber. With a matching mask to everything else. There was a hostility to his voice. “I'm darling, I'm an army medic. I got lost looking for my troop.” I say carefully. He just squints his eyes at me. “Mmm medic. You are in outworld, in the living forest." He explained still suspicious of me." And you are?” I prompt him, he huffs.

" I am Rain.” Okay so he seems nice. " Can you lead me out of here, I've never been in a forest never mind a living forest.” I joke to ease the tension with Rain.

He seems unimpressed and like he would rather be anywhere else. “I suppose I could help you out earthrealmer." He tries to keep his voice neutral. He leads me out of the beautiful forest. To a army(?) Encampment, not so fond memories here or there, I hear someone barking orders, he looks so different from what I'm used to. Tall with horns, scale texture instead of hair with ridges, claws for hand and more of that scales texture the student in me is going crazy I want to ask him questions only to be picked up by someone by the back of my shirt, “don't look at the general, he's a very busy man with no want to deal with people like you." I hear someone rasp out, voice sounding like he eats gravel and asphalt for breakfast. “They are looking for away home, their from earth realm." Rain explains.

He looks at the man holding me up, I really hope this goes well. Last thing I want is to be stuck in a foreign land with only my sling bag and the clothes on my back. “Then they can talk to Sindel then, and we're busy training new recruits.” It was that same raspy voice again, I try to look at him? “Can you please set me down." I hear him growl and drop me on my ass. "Rude. I said set me down not drop me." He snorts and walks away, he's round 7’6, wide shoulders, well built, he has his sides shaved and the top pulled into a half bun. “Who was that?" I ask Rain. “That was Reiko the general's second in command." He offers his hand to me and I take it as he pulls me up. The general is nowhere to be seen now. Great my only hope of getting home gone like my father before I was born.

It takes three more before I see them again, apon a second look at the general I see that he has serpent eyes, sharp teeth and a growl to his voice that normal men certainly don't have. I learned since then that Reiko has light blue eyes that seems almost white in the sunlight. Rain assures me that shao will talk to me cause I hold information that he wants. Let's hope hes right. Rain decided to help distract reiko while I talk to the general it's working but I can't seem to pin him down. Once I do he seems irritated. "I swear each year you lot get weaker, i could have beat you as a sickly boy." He growls out to them. " Hell sir I was told you could help me." Those eerie eyes turn on to me, " who told you that and help you do what exactly?" He growls out.

To be continued

#havik wants chaos #husband liquid #blood god #general hammer time #ftm reader #havik writes fanfic #mk x reader #mortal kombat x reader #please dont look at me

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mattey-stu · 4 months

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MATTEY-STU'S MASTERLIST

Fandoms i write for:

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel Novak

Saw

Adam Stanheight

Lawrence Gordon

Mark Hoffman

Peter Strahm

Daniel Matthews

Five Nights At Freddys

Michael Schmidt/Afton

William Afton/Steve Raglan

Mortal Kombat 1

Johnny Cage

Kenshi Takahashi

Resident Evil

Leon Scott Kennedy

Luis Serra

Carlos Oliveira,

Agent Patrick (from Resident evil: infinite darkness)

Ethan Winters

Chris Redfield

Albert Wesker

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

The Witcher

Geralt Of Rivia

Jaskier

The Princess Bride

Westley

The Crush (1993)

Nick

Cooties

Doug

You

Joe Goldberg

Forty Quinn

Gossip Girl

Dan Humphrey

Devil May Cry

Dante Sparda

I literally dk anything about the game or fandom hes just hot😞Someone educate me rn

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker

Kyle Spencer

Jimmy Darling

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Billy Hargrove

Other people I'll write for:

Skeet Ulrich, Matthew Lillard, Devon Bostick, Josh Hutcherson, Eddievr, Ronnieaintavampire, Juicyfruitsnacks, Chico Lachowski, Jordan Barrett, Cary Elwes, Evan Peters, Luis Gerardo Méndez, Joe Keery, Charlie Heaton

What i WILL write (as in smut):

Choking, degrading, maybe petplay, ftm reader + cis character, cis reader + ftm character, cis reader + cis character, ftm reader + ftm character, hair pulling, blood kink, if requested breeding kink, younger reader + older character, if requested stepson x stepdad (dont even ask.), teacher x student (both 18+), incest (again, do not even ask.) MIGHT write noncon.But only if requested

What i WONT write:

Minor user + 18+ character, 18+ user + minor character, pregnancy smut, sa, scat kink corpse fucking, foot kink, fem reader, fem character

What i WILL write (as in platonic fluff):

Dad x son, brother x brother, uncle x nephew

This is a male reader only blog.Females aligned please DNI.

LMAOO WHYD I WORD IT LIKE THAT

When writing smut i will make any possible 18- characters 18+.

Whatevers not on here i might write. :P also i dont kinkshame🫶🏼

I do not condone any of the acts i write about.

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yanderestarangel · 7 months

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★ STARBOY | JOHNNY CAGE X FTM READER ★

TW: afab anatomy, ftm reader, vaginal sex, sex without a condom, creampie, praise kink, slight degradation.

Sounds of low, hoarse moans, the light from buildings along the length of Hollywood's stone jungle entered the luxurious room of Cage's mansion.

You saw yourself riding his cock, your cunt gripping his thick, naked length, bodies working in a slow and passionate rhythm, constant and mutual, he moved his hips lightly with each movement of yours, Johnny grabbed your soft flesh, leaving light marks.

The smell of expensive wine and designer perfume that came from him entered your nose, making you more intoxicated at the moment, taking your hands to the muscles of his shoulder, slowly passing to the sides of his neck, damp and hot with sweat, reaching the back of his skin, running his fingers through the soft strands like a calm and sensual massage, his brown eyes penetrated yours, watching you with a face of satisfaction and lustful destruction, that gave you the gas to continue, he knew that, he did that on purpose, Johnny knew that you loved seeing his face contort with pleasure because of you, and he made sure to show you every reaction, every pure reaction of ecstasy that you gave him.

His moans were getting louder by the minute, you could feel your inner walls squeeze his fat cock tightly, but you didn't want to cum, not now.

Johnny knew you were close to cumming, he knew the tightness of your pussy for months, years, time was relative at that moment, drunk on you and for you, only your body did that to him

"-Continue... You're doing so well... Please baby." -Johnny spoke hoarsely and needily, needy for you, he needed you, he wanted to cum, he needed to show you that you were his star. No one shone brighter in the starry sky of Johnny Cage's life and heart than you, in fact, at that moment, who was there was not Johnny Cage the movie star, but John Calton, the man in love with you, the man who would kiss the ground you walk on.

Your hips moved faster, the sound of skin against skin as Johnny thrust into you, helping you enter the sweet spot inside your pussy was so damn good.

Johnny saw a single tear fall from your beautiful face, you were so overstimulated, it was beautiful to see, you were beautiful, you were the most beautiful thing in his life, the luxury around his mansion was insignificant compared to you.

He wiped away your tears, and then kissed you, tongues fighting for control even though they didn't even have control of themselves, as he pushed deeper grabbing the sides of your ass, his head spun with the pleasure of your wet pussy wrapped around his cock him as well as if you were tailor-made for him, perhaps, you were.

"-I just want to see you shine because I know you are a star, baby..." -Johnny also said, shedding some tears, pushing deeper into your pussy, connected by flesh but also by the dance of your hearts.

"-Oh, you've been such a good boy for me, taking my cock like a champ. Look at you, so beautifully submissive, so eager to please. Your pussy feels so tight around me, so wet and welcoming. Don't you You can imagine how much it turns me on to see you spread out before me, submitting to my every desire." -Johnny's voice oozes with lust and dominance as he continues to ravage your trembling body, his grip on your neck adding a thrilling touch to the pleasure.

"-That's it, my little slut. Take every inch of me. I want to feel you milking me, your pussy clenching around me, desperate for more. You're so wet for me, aren't you? Admit it, tell me how much you You need my cock inside you." -He punctuates his words with powerful thrusts, his hips colliding with yours in a rhythm that brings you both closer to the edge.

"-Look at those tits bouncing, begging to be fucked. You're a naughty little slut, and I love it. You're mine to use, to fuck, to make scream. Your pleasure belongs to me, and I will win. Don't stop until I have claimed until the last moan of those beautiful lips of yours..." -Johnny's voice is hoarse with desire as he continues to move inside you, his eyes fixed on yours, filled with a mixture of adoration and lust.

"-Yes, darling, you are my star. You are the only one who lights up my world. Your beauty, your passion, everything surpasses anything else. You are enough, more than enough for me. I want you to feel that, believe it deep down in your core." -He continues to move inside you, each thrust into your pussy fueled by a desire to show how much you mean to him.

"-Yes, you're my dirty little star. So eager to please, so hungry for my cock. I can't get enough of you. Your pussy is so tight, so wet for me. You're making me lose control, boy. But don't worry, I'll take care of you. I'll make sure you shine brighter than any star in the sky." -He runs his fingers across your skin, leaving a trail of fire.

"-Fuck, you're doing so well, my star. I'm going to fuck you until you're a quivering mess, completely destroyed by pleasure. Your moans, your screams, are like a symphony to my ears. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I saw it and I'm not going to stop." -With one final thrust, Johnny pushes you to the limit, cumming inside your pussy, jets hitting your uterus, your body shaking with ecstasy as you succumb to the pleasure, to his touch, you were his and never and no one would change That, after all, he was your star boy and you were his star.

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sentoooo · 2 months

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Hiii I’ve been following your writing for a little bit and first off want to say you write so well! <3

I saw your requests are open and I was wondering if you would possibly consider writing something for mk11 Kuai Liang with a masc/gn reader who hasn’t gotten top surgery?

✧ a/n: THANK YOU NONNY... of COURSE i'll do more than consider it... teehee.... needed this tho lowkey.... hgrhghrhrghhh anon you GENIUS im frothing at the mouth, actually.

🗒 cw: afab, male reader, manhandling, slight body worship, nipple play, titfucking, praise, yeah..., he whimpers too btdubs, not proofread

✎ wc: 544

MINORS DNI

ᴋᴜᴀɪ ʟɪᴀɴɢ [ᴍᴋ11] + ᴀ ꜰᴛᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ [18+]

Regardless of where you are– pre-T, pre-top surgery, on T, anything– Kuai loves you for you. So, he doesn’t mind, really. That being said… he is a chest man. He’s kind of grabby in the bedroom, and when his hands wander, they often end up on your chest.

He’s oh so touchy, half of foreplay is his hands roaming your body, all sorts of praises and compliments spilling from his lips. Good god, he won’t initiate any penetration unless he’s been able to run his fingers over every single inch of skin.

He’ll pepper kisses from your neck, to your collarbone, down to your chest. Every little noise you make is worth it, as you squirm in his touch. Sometimes you feel him smile against your skin when he nears your nipple… and he pulls away, only to continue teasing you with lingering touches.

Kuai enjoys making it a game, really. See how long you can last until you’re begging for him to get to the point. But, he breaks easily. All you have to do is pout a little and ask nicely, and he won’t deny you. As much as he’d like to draw out foreplay and tease you till you can’t take it anymore, you are his ultimate weakness.

He doesn’t do all of this to highlight your insecurities. The opposite, actually. He loves you for you. And there’s nothing that will make you any less attractive to him. If it makes you uncomfortable, then he can focus on other parts of your body. He’s got a myriad of favorites (and it’s just you. You in general. You’re his favorite.)

And if you’re shy? He’s slow, he’s real slow and tender and gentle, and sooooo goddamn sweet. Every little thing he does, he’s asking for permission. Don’t you dare hit him with the ‘what if you don’t like what you see?’ line, because he loves you. He’ll shut that line down immediately, damn near lecture you on why he loves you, and he’s going to do his darndest to make sure you KNOW.

But, holy shit, if you let him titfuck you… good gods, he’s in heaven. He can barely stay quiet, moans and whimpers and all sorts of saccharine words slipping from his mouth. He’s not necessarily quiet in bed, usually he’ll groan a bit, but something about this rips his composure from him. Sometimes his eyes will roll back, or his head will… force him to look at you and he’ll cum right then and there.

Ride him. For the love of all things pure, ride him. He will lose his mind. Kuai squirms a little underneath you, always. He finds it hard to stay composed. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands– one moment they’ll be on your hips, guiding you, the next gripping the sheets, and sometimes straying up to your chest.

His eyes go from your chest, to your face, to your chest. He doesn’t know what to focus on, really. He’s mesmerized by the way you move, and sometimes he can’t help but buck his hips up into yours. He isn’t trying to be mean or unfair, he swears. He just can’t take it, how beautiful you look, your entire body… he’s almost speechless.

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freyito · 6 months

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HI ITS KENSHI ARM ANON HERE TO ASK for smth-

May I ask for Kenshi with a ftm reader who wears dresses and such, he's super feminine in style and all, but gets really uncomfortable one day when someone refers to him as a girl and starts to shy away from the style he likes because of it?

IM NOT PROJECTING WITH THIS ASK WDYM???!?!

projecting.... together, my dear anon. we are in this together.

apply my recent experience to this as well, soooo... changing it just a little. ANYWAYS... uhm. been wanting to writing this for a bit but i am an adhd freak and my mind is everywhere all at once... el oh el

lowkey inspired by puttin on the ritz by taco?? might make a little fic based off it too cause this made me fall head over heels for yakuza kenshi ough

little edit: this might be my favorite thing i've written. im genuinely proud of this and. ugh. yakuza kenshi.

cw: male reader, ftm reader, catcalling, pre-blind kenshi, ... yakuza kenshi cause he's been in my head, fluff, not proofread

ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ + ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ꜰᴛᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Kenshi loves your style. He is proud to know that his boyfriend is not afraid to dress how he likes. And he makes it known.

Particularly, he loves spinning you around, dancing, anything when you are wearing a flowy dress. Serotonin, really. It's pure joy on his AND your end.

And he loves to know that you are happy dressing as such. It is the one thing he thrives on. Getting pictures from you, in every little outfit, while he's out. It is the highlight of his day. His entire camera roll is full of just you.

Kenshi cannot spend as much time with you as he'd wish, however. To keep you out of the spotlight, for one. He'd love nothing more than to parade you around, show you off to his 'buddies', maybe even competitors. He's cocky, like that.

In this instance, however, he's finally got some time with you. Even if it's lurking in some shady alley, the evening sun descending over the city. A less than savory scene, yet just basking in your presence is enough to make it worth it.

This particular dress is one Kenshi bought for you. An expensive gift for his sweet, a Chiffon loose sundress, decorate with beautiful floral patterns. Vintage. He believes you look quite dashing in it.

Across the alley, someone calls out. Something something, objectifying. "Wish I had a girl like that," That's really all you can catch before your world devolves into static. An uncomfortable feeling sets in, your stomach feels empty, now.

Kenshi is quick to shut down the catcaller. As much as he prides himself on being logical and calm, it is not his finest moment. Nor is it the right time to do something like this. Catcall not just Kenshi Takahashi's boyfriend, but a Yakuza's boyfriend, no less. There are no cameras here, and he is not afraid to talk big.

After that incident, Kenshi finds you shy away from your style. You hide your body in sweaters and over-sized t-shirts. While he quite enjoys seeing you in his own clothes as well- your favorite is a godzilla shirt- he is sad to see the sudden dismissal of your confidence, as well.

He wants nothing more than to show you off and show off your confidence again. Oh, how he misses his darling, twirling you around in your pretty skirts in the kitchen, just how elegant you looked as you walked, as you breathed, really.

Kenshi's supportive. He's a lot more present, now. Much to the dismay of his buddies. But he doesn't care. He's slowly building your confidence up brick by brick, he doesn't outright shove it down your throat. He scrolls through his camera roll with such longing.

It works, you have to admit. It's a very very slow process. Once a month, about, you start wearing longer skirts again, or shorts. Then it moves on to shorter skirts, dresses, etc. And by the end of it, you have an entirely new wardrobe of dresses and skirts and all of it. Kenshi showers you with gifts once you've found your confidence and style again. Many, many expensive dresses, all different sorts. And he loves it when you wear them out with him, again. Dinner dates, dancing, late night drives, all of it.

#*ੈ✩ freyito #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 x male reader #mortal kombat x male reader #mortal kombat 1 x ftm reader #mortal kombat x ftm reader #kenshi takahashi x reader #kenshi takahashi x male reader #kenshi takahashi x ftm reader

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guizika · 5 months

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Second Chance

Bi-Han x GN! Reader

Cw - GN! reader, you/yours pronouns, established relationship, pet names (Honey, Beloved), angst to fluff, Maybe it's a bit ooc.

Synopsis - You and your husband have been a bit distant recently, making you feel bad.

Word count - 579

Bi-Han and you have been married for some time, but you've missed his presence. Lately he's been coming home late and leaving early, so you rarely see him.

"Honey, we need to talk." You try to talk to Bi-Han, but he just looks at you and lets out a sigh, putting his hand to his temple and massaging it. "Look, I can't right now, we'll talk later." Sub-Zero says, glancing at you briefly before leaving.

You let out a tired sigh and feel your eyes start to water, exhausted from putting up with this every day, just wanting to spend time with your lover again.

After a few moments you go to the room you share with Bi-Han, picking up your belongings and putting them in a makeshift backpack. A few tears run down your face as some clothes are put in there, deciding to leave for a while.

Meanwhile, Bi-Han was on his way to a meeting about the clan, tired and frustrated at not being able to spend much time with you. He realizes that he has forgotten something very important, something that contained the subjects that were to be discussed, huffing and turning to go home.

When he got there, he was about to open the door, but it was opened by you. Bi-Han's eyes scanned your figure from top to bottom, noticing your reddened eyes and the backpack you were carrying. "What's that?" he asked harshly, without realizing it, your figure remained motionless, just staring at the man in front of you.

Without further ado, he entered, pulling you with him. "What were you thinking of doing?" He asks, leading you to the couch, where you sit down and remain silent for a while, just looking at your hands. "Come on, tell me."

After these words, tears began to run down your face, worrying Bi-Han. "I just wanted to talk to you, okay?" You fall silent momentarily and then continue. "Lately it seems like you don't have time for me, it seems like you don't love me anymore." When he hears these words, he is shocked into silence, just staring at you.

Bi-Han's expression shows guilt for having hurt you, the only person he really loves. Without another word, he sits down next to you on the couch, his arms around you in a hug. "I'm, um, sorry about that..." He whispers to you, not knowing how to express himself in the right way. "Beloved, I'll try to make it better, okay? You know I didn't want to-" Before he can continue, you put a finger to his lips, silencing him.

"I know, I trust you and that's why I'm going to give you one more chance." You say, your words containing total honesty. When he hears this, he smiles a little, determined not to screw up again.

Bonus

"Um, but what were you doing with that backpack?" Bi-Han asks, still puzzled as to why you were carrying it.

"Oh, I was going away, I was going to take a break from all this." You say, smiling embarrassedly as you look down at your hands. "But it won't be necessary anymore since you're going to get better."

Bi-Han's expression turns shocked. "You were leaving?" He asks, looking at you in disbelief. "What do you mean?" He asks, getting up from the couch, still in shock. "You know this is very dangerous because..." You let out a tired sigh, knowing you're going to have to listen to a lecture about how dangerous, irresponsible and blah-blah-blah it is.

And that was our first official fanfic!

Please don't translate my work and don't repost on other social networks, if there are any grammatical errors I ask you to excuse me!

#mortal kombat x male reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x you #bi han x reader #bi han x male reader #bi han x you #gn reader #male reader insert #male reader #ftm reader #ftm!reader #sub zero x male reader #sub zero x reader

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porcalinecunt · 6 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗 — 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏

💀 KINKTOBER EVENT

🎧 𝐅𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐜𝐰 — sub!reader. soft dom!fujin. ftm!reader. body worship. slight use of powers. teasing. praise kink. some oral. general vanilla. perversion(?)

a/n: god i want fujin SO BAD (๑>◡<๑) i dont see much content of him here, but after some inspo on ao3, i HAD to write for him. sorry if this one isn’t as explicit as the other entries, im still getting to know his charecter and seeing what suits him best. otherwise, enjoy fujin likers! 🤍

He swore he’d never fall for a mortal, but the heart will always get what it wants, even in a god.

Warmth and affection were foreign to Fujin, the only companion he really had was Raiden, but even the lighting god was cold to his brother. Being Earthrealm’s protectors costs too much, including the chances of love.

Hence his confusion, when a meer human who’s curiosity got the better of him caught Fujin’s eye. He had no clue if he was amused at the man’s stupidity, or from how drop dead gorgeous he was.

It didn’t matter how many times he stressed it to himself that you were to be forgotten, to get out of his head. He had a whole realm to protect for crying out loud, yet he still found himself getting embarrassingly hard at the lewd images his mind created against his own will. He wanted to curse your name for being so naive, for lacking judgement when it came to crossing the God of Wind. But in the same breath, he found himself fawning over you.

After all, it was an accident. It was him that crossed into your quite, mist covered village within the depths of Earthrealm. He stepped onto your path when you were just returning after an early morning walk to pick from your fresh harvest, your skin dewy and flushed from the cold, wet air. Fujin immediately felt his heart pound, out of both shock and anxiety. However, it was your reaction that solidified the demi-god’s crush.

“I-I’m so sorry..! Am I disturbing you?”

Your gentle tone and worried gaze with eyes that laid on Fujin’s blade and crossbow, with a basket of white peached that still had droplets of water on them. However, Fujin’s mind couldn’t help itself from pointing out the very thing he was thinking about. It was your figure.

You were petite, so much smaller compared to the demi-god. Even through the loose yukata, the back of your neck was exposed thanks to your hair being tied up. Fujin touched his lips, wanting to lean closer and ravage your soft skin. Your smaller body looked delicate, enough for his head to fill with fantasies of you. If he could, he would’ve picked you up and fucked you silly against a tree. Watching the yukata fall off, exposing what hid underneath.

He could only stare, afraid that he startled you from his weapons that were blatantly visible to the naked eye. The silence was deafening, before he spoke up in a quite voice.

“Apologies, please, you first.” As he awkwardly stood to the side of the path, allowing you to pass him by without problems. He seemed to have gotten his feelings under control, but the wind suddenly betrayed him. Rather, revealed what he truly felt within. A sudden whoosh fell upon your ears, as a ribbon of wind wrapped itself against your flushed cheek. Almost like a hand touching it, it snuck under your ear till you felt it kiss your neck.

You turned around, giving the snow haired god one final look and an awkward wave before turning back to the village. Meanwhile, Fujin was practically flustered beyond belief. He knew you knew, and you did as well as him. However, he knew the rules too well. A relationship with a mortal would end in tragedy, constant berating from Raiden and the day you’d leave this world would forever leave an unsealable hole in his heart.

But it always, always, gets what it wants.

The demi-god’s hands roamed your chest, staring down at you while you couldn’t maintain eye contact with him. You were pressed between his larger body and the cold, wooden wall behind you. Fujin’s thick fingers crept up to your neck, gently persuading you to look at him. His eyes go wide and he had to hold back from ripping your hayori off right then and there. Your eyes were bright in the dim sunlight, every single imperfection on your face washed in the pink hue that spilled into your room.

He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, as he carried you off into bed and set you down on the edge. He tugged at your hayori till it fell off your shoulders, revealing your bare figure to him. Immediately, Fujin latched his mouth onto your neck, gently biting down on the soft flesh. Instinctively, you spread your legs and allowing him to sink between your thighs, his bulge couldn't be more obvious but he didn't care at that point. He trailed his lips down to your chest, reaching your taut nipples and went for one of them while his hand tweaked the other. The sharp contrast of his warm tongue against your nipple forced a mewl out of you, holding the back of his head with your fingers tangled into his loose hair.

"F-Fujin..ah..slow down.."

He looked up, half lidded white eyes filled with a carnal lust that hasn't been fulfilled in decades stare daggers into you. He crawled back up to press a soft and passionate kiss against your lips, all while he murmurs nothing but praise as he traced every curve and bone in your body.

"How did I have the strength to resist you, the nerve to turn away from an angel. My dear, you have driven me beyond insane..”

He whispered in his husky, low voice in your ear. All while his hands touched dangerously close to your throbbing cunt. Yet his movements were slow, almost treating you like a glass statue. It wasn’t driven by a need for a quick fuck, but a insatiable adoration of you. One that could never be extinguished by just one night of sex.

Fujin slipped his fingers through your lips, teasing your clit with his thumb while you gripped his wrist. His lips still remained glued against yours, drinking up your whines and muffled pleas for more. It no longer mattered to him that he was doing something so taboo, so inconvenient for him as a god. He was beyond infatuated with you, and he will prove it through the pleasure he invokes in you, treating you as if you were created by the Elder Gods themselves.

“Beautiful, beautiful my darling..just allow me to do all the work. Take good care of you like you deserved..”

🎧 this work belongs to @porcalinecunt. reblogs and feedback are appreciated. <3

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