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thewritingisconsumingme · 20 days

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I would love to see more Johnny x Kung Lao content! They r so underrated! I loved the last two fics you did for them!

you lost your chance

a/n: felt a little devious, and well, i just had to squeeze in a bit of railao

summary: johnny comforts kung lao

warnings: suggestive at the end :)

Kung Lao sat on the rooftop of the Academy, pouring himself another shot of baijiu. He could already feel his body slowing down, his movements become sloppy, and he cursed as the alcohol spilled onto his trembling fingers rather than the shot glass. Wiping his hand on his shirt, Kung Lao put the shot glass down and decided to just drink out of the bottle. He was supposed to be sharing this drink with Raiden, had made a plan for a picnic under the night sky, made Raiden’s favorite meal from scratch, and had bought the expensive bottle of alcohol for the occasion.

And then, Raiden had canceled on him, telling him that Princess Kitana had requested to meet with him and that he couldn’t refuse. So now, with blurred vision and a festering bitterness, Kung Lao sat on the rooftop and took a drink from the bottle, grimacing at the taste and trying not to throw up his stomach contents. He just wanted to forget the pain, the loneliness, everything really. Raiden had always been around, never had left his side, and they had done everything together. But ever since they had gone to Outworld and Raiden met Kitana, he was almost never around anymore, abandoning his friend to make puppy dog eyes at the princess.

It made Kung Lao’s stomach twist every time he had to listen to Raiden gush about the princess, and he cradled the bottle close to him, trying not to focus on the feeling inside of him. He was going to drown his sorrows tonight and deal with the consequences tomorrow. It’ll be okay. Everything will be okay.

“You good up there?”

Kung Lao turned his bleary gaze toward the edge of the roof and found Johnny Cage clambering up onto it, heavy footsteps stopping before the actor sat down next to the Shaolin and took the bottle from his hands to take a drink. The monk just grunted in complaint, reaching for the bottle again, but Johnny held it away, a furrow between his brows as he noticed the red eyes and tear tracks on his face

“Hey, woah there, don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink tonight? I mean, I know I drink a lot, but this doesn’t even taste good.” Johnny Cage twisted the cap onto the bottle as Kung Lao clumsily tried to fight for the bottle, but with the swaying world and the heaviness in his body, it was more of a weak-willed grab for the alcoholic pleasure.

“I’m completely fine. Just give it back.” Kung Lao’s words slurred and blended together, and he crawled into Johnny Cage’s lap to try and grab the bottle, but the actor sighed and threw the bottle off the roof, listening to the glass smash on the ground below.

“Hey, whaddya you do that for?” Kung Lao bemoaned, going to the edge of the roof to look at the damage, but Johnny Cage held on tight to his waist and dragged the monk to the actor’s lap.

“This isn’t healthy. I should know. What’s wrong with you Kung Lao?” Johnny Cage kept a tight grip on Kung Lao as he wriggled in the actor’s grasp. The monk looked back and glared at the actor, and for a second, a thought filtered through his hazy mind. Maybe he could use Johnny Cage to forget Raiden, to forget his sorrows and pain. Kung Lao leaned forward and smashed his lips against Johnny Cage’s, drawing a surprised sound from the actor’s throat as Kung Lao tried to deepen the kiss.

The actor pushed at Kung Lao’s chest, face slightly flushed and lips parted as he stared at the monk in surprise.

“Kung Lao. Stop, you’re drunk. You’re hot, and I’d love to-”

“Then, what’s stopping you? Please, let me just forget everything tonight, please, Johnny.” Kung Lao rested his forehead on Johnny’s shoulder, panting loudly and holding tightly onto Johnny’s muscular arms. He could feel Johnny shift underneath him, hear his throat clear and his skin warm as the actor’s hands ghosted over Kung Lao’s back.

For a moment, Kung Lao thought he had Johnny in his grasp, that he was so close to getting what he wanted. Then, the actor sighed.

“Look, let’s just get you some water and food and some sleep. I don’t think you’re in the right headspace for this.” Johnny stood up, supporting Kung Lao and picking up the drunk monk and helping bring him down from the roof. The actor led the monk back to his room, steadying his stumbling and keeping him from running into the walls and falling flat on his face.

Tucking Kung Lao back into bed, he left for only a moment and came back with a bottle of water and some fruit slices and pushed them into the monk’s hands.

After spilling water over himself and barely being able to pick up the slices, Johnny sighed and sat down and helped to feed Kung Lao, making sure he chewed enough and didn’t choke on the food. Kung Lao’s head spun as he laid his head on the pillow, the blurry version of Johnny Cage hovering over him and the muffled sounds of his footsteps leaving the room.

“Wait, please. Please stay with me.” Kung Lao whimpered, his hand reaching up and out for the actor, seeking warmth and comfort. Johnny Cage looked back, wincing at the pained expression on Kung Lao’s face and how desperate and sad he looked for something, anything. He sighed and walked back to the bed, tucking himself under the blankets, and Kung Lao grabbed onto Johnny Cage, holding him close and burying his face into the actor’s much too expensive shirt. His tears leaked onto the fabric, staining it, and he tried to stifle his sniffles and sobs, fisting Johnny Cage’s shirt until his knuckles turned white. The actor just pet Kung Lao’s hair, rubbing circles into his back and listening to the muffled sobs and cries until the monk fell sound asleep, eyes red and puffy and lips turned downward in a watery pout.

Kung Lao woke up very warm, enveloped in something comforting and gentle, and he cracked his eyes open and found Johnny Cage, face still and relaxed. The monk’s head pounded with pain, and the sunlight streaming through the cracks in the window blinds had a sharp pain blooming in his eyes and his head. Letting out a loud groan, Kung Lao closed his eyes and leaned his head forward to rest in Johnny Cage’s chest. The actor seemed to wake up at the sound and his hand found Kung Lao’s back and started rubbing circles.

“How you feeling, sleeping beauty?” Johnny asked, voice quiet enough to not grate on Kung Lao’s ears, and the monk just groaned and asked for a few more minutes of sleep. The actor chuckled and just kept on combing his fingers through Kung Lao’s hair, and it was relaxing. Kung Lao could feel his headache ease and the tension in his muscles disappear as the actor massaged his scalp and cuddled in closer. It was a nice feeling, and Kung Lao quickly fell back into sleep.

When he woke up, Johnny Cage was gone. But, on the drawer were some pills, some water, and some peeled fruits sitting on a plate. Kung Lao picked up the note by the food and scrawled in Johnny Cage’s handwriting was the note asking him to meet him in the courtyard after he freshened up. Running a hand over his face, Kung Lao suddenly remembered how he had propositioned Johnny Cage for a hookup, and his face flushed warm and his heart stuttered in his chest at the thought. It was a stupid request, an idiotic drunk request. How the hell was he supposed to face Johnny now?

Kung Lao quickly popped the pills into his mouth and washed it down with some water before making his way to the bathroom to clean himself of the grime from yesterday. He would deal with that later. He would apologize, ask the actor to forget any of that ever happened. It was fine. Totally fine. Not like anything was going to happen between them anyway.

Kung Lao prolonged his morning routine, trying to stall for time, but as he stepped out of the bathroom and stared at the peeled fruits sitting on his dresser, he figured he may as well try and get the confrontation over with.

Entering the courtyard, Johnny sat in the middle, doing his normal stretching and poking fun at Kenshi, but when he noticed the disgruntled Kung Lao entering, he left Kenshi’s side and went up to Kung Lao, clapping a strong hand onto the monk’s shoulder.

“So, is everything okay?”

“Huh?” Kung Lao had been expecting a teasing remark, some mocking, some jokes made at the expense of his drunken self last night. Not a question asking whether he was alright.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong. Look, what happened last night-”

“Already forgotten. Don’t even worry about it. I’m just worried about you.” Johnny Cage gave a small smile to Kung Lao, and the monk’s heart thumped in his chest and a flush creeped up on his face. What was this feeling?

“Yeah, yeah, I’m completely fine, just needed a break and…” Kung Lao trailed off when he saw Raiden enter the yard, hair mussed and shirt collar drawn up high. Not high enough to hide the hickey on his neck, and Kung Lao’s mood immediately dampened. His heart was being squeezed painfully, and Kung Lao excused himself, saying he needed a glass of water as he stumbled out of the courtyard and to the bathroom.

He scrubbed at his face, willing himself not to cry, to not spill tears over Raiden. It was fine. Raiden was allowed to love whoever he wanted to. He just couldn’t love Kung Lao. The thought was like a spear going through his heart, and it bled onto the floor as his will broke and broken sobs filled the small bathroom. Kung Lao pressed the heel of his palm into his eyeballs to try and stop the flow, but the tears slipped out and wet his hand despite his efforts. His throat hurt and closed up, and he struggled to breathe through the hiccups and sniffles as he hunched over the sink.

The door creaked open, and he felt a hand rub his back, the familiar weight of Johnny’s hand pressed into the top of his back. Kung Lao doesn’t know why, but it was all he needed to let go of his pride and wail out his lungs, crying out his feelings and his pain as the actor sat next to him and stayed with him.

Finally, the tears stopped, and the cries had been reduced down to small sniffles. Kung Lao kept his gaze downcast, ashamed to face Johnny after such a display of emotion.

“Hey, look. I’m not sure what you’re going through, but I’m always here if you want to talk.”

Kung Lao looked up at Johnny’s face, soft and caring and worried. Everything was okay. It would be okay. And so, Kung Lao spilled his feelings to Johnny, how he loved Raiden, how he wanted him, but Raiden would never be Kung Lao’s. That it hurt so much to see Raiden in love with another.

And Johnny listened, never joking or mocking, and it felt nice. To release his feelings. To talk to another. To get the weight off his chest. And it was the first step for Kung Lao to heal.

After that day, Johnny stuck close to Kung Lao, keeping him away from Raiden and making sure that the champion wouldn’t be able to see the monk. It was nice to see that Johnny cared, that he tried his best to keep Kung Lao happy. It warmed his heart, mended his wounds, and sparked something new inside his chest.

A year had passed, and Kung Lao sat atop the cherry tree, eating slowly as Johnny explained something new to him about his newest movie. The monk had moved on from Raiden, mostly at least to not have his heart ache in his chest every time he saw Raiden leave the compound to see the princess. But right now, Johnny had his hands waving in the air as he made dramatic and exaggerated sounds about some action scene that he was going to film soon, and Kung Lao snorted at some stupid joke that he made.

“Was that a laugh, oh great Kung Lao?” Johnny Cage smirked at the monk, and Kung Lao rolled his eyes and flicked some rice onto the actor’s face.

“Whatever, just got distracted. You aren’t that funny.”

Johnny made a dramatic gasp, the back of his hand pressing to his forehead and his other hand splaying across his chest, but the small smile on his face and humor in his eyes gave it all away.

“I can’t believe you just said that! Oh! I’ve been hit, I’ve been hurt, save me!” Johnny draped his body over Kung Lao’s, pressing his entire weight into the monk, and Kung Lao laughed and tried to push off the actor.

“Stop, you’re going to make us both fall off the-” It was too late as Kung Lao’s body weight pitched forward and off the tree, he flailed about a bit, trying to steady himself to land on his feet, but he felt strong arms wrap around his torso. Johnny Cage let out a loud grunt as he landed on his back, Kung Lao encased in his arms and on his chest.

Kung Lao could hear his heartbeat pumping through his ears as he realized how close he was to Johnny Cage, how if he just leaned forward a bit they would kiss. He could feel Johnny’s chest pressing into his and breathing hard. He could feel the adrenaline running through his veins as Johnny’s eyes glanced down to Kung Lao’s lips and into his eyes.

Fuck it. Kung Lao leaned forward and pressed his lips to Johnny’s, hands holding on gently to the actor’s clothes as he groaned and pressed his tongue forward. The actor wrapped his hands around Kung Lao’s back, trying to bring him in closer, to feel his warmth and his strength against his body.

The monk groaned into Johnny’s mouth, lips moving together hurriedly and frantically, as if it would be their last taste of each other. Kung Lao’s lungs burned for air, but he wanted to keep kissing Johnny, to sink his entire body into the actor’s and have them envelop his body entirely. Johnny pulled away first, resting his forehead against Kung Lao’s and panting into the air as he tried to catch his breath.

“So, uh, what does this make us?” Johnny broke the silence first, voice a little strained as his hands tightened on Kung Lao’s waist.

“I mean, if we date, could we-could we take this slow? Please?” Kung Lao mumbled, hoping that he didn’t sound too desperate, too needy. He really hoped that Johnny would agree, that he would love Kung Lao completely and wholeheartedly because Kung Lao was already falling in deep.

“Yes, of course, as long as it’s with you.” Johnny squeezed Kung Lao’s waist before leaning his head forward to kiss Kung Lao again.

The months passed by much more quickly as Johnny took Kung Lao around the world on dates and to movie sets and to premiers. The monk had taken his leave from the White Lotus to get away from Raiden but also to spend more time with Johnny, using his martial art skills to help choreograph fight scenes and be a stunt double. But the days that Kung Lao enjoyed the most were lazing around the house, watching one of Johnny’s old flicks and laughing at the acting while eating chips and popcorn. It was a good few years, traveling around the world and filming and directing movies with his boyfriend.

It was nice. It filled Kung Lao with a warm feeling, and whenever he looked upon Johnny, smile wide and eyes sparkling with some sort of mischief, he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. No, this was so much better than anything he could’ve imagined.

Kung Lao trudged around the kitchen, looking for something to eat again. He had been particularly hungry lately, and when he heard Johnny’s familiar gait walk through the kitchen, Kung Lao turned around and came face to face with the actor. Johnny held onto Kung Lao’s hips and drew him in close, resting his head in the crook of Kung Lao’s neck, and the monk chuckled and pet the back of Johnny’s hair.

“What’s got you all in a fuss today?”

Johnny remained silent at Kung Lao’s question, swaying back and forth to a silent song, and Kung Lao let him take his time to say what he wanted to say.

“Nothing. Just thinking about marrying you one day.” Johnny murmured, and Kung Lao’s face heat up at the thought, images of being dressed in a red wedding dress while Johnny wore a dark black tux filled his head. A future flashed in his eyes, one of love and laughter and their children.

“Are you proposing to me?” Kung Lao teased, and Johnny pulled away.

“Do you want me to?” Johnny’s face was serious. Kung Lao’s breath stuttered.

“Yes, I want to marry you.” Kung Lao breathed out, head still reeling when Johnny gave him a wide smile and picked him to spin Kung Lao in a circle, laughing and cheering. Johnny brought their lips together, teeth clashing together in the excitement of the proposal, but that was okay. Because Kung Lao had never been so happy in his entire life.

The months passed by in a blur, planning the wedding, picking out the rings, dealing with the paparazzi. But as Kung Lao cheered at the bachelor party, climbing onto a table and popping open a champagne bottle and spraying it onto his friends, Johnny Cage pulled him in for a deep kiss and all the stress melted away. It had been such a chaotic few months, but he couldn’t deny that he was excited, ready to marry Johnny, ready to start a new chapter, to have kids with the love of his life.

Kung Lao climbed down from the table, Johnny giving him a helping hand to hop down and easy, and he gave his fiance one last kiss before he stepped out onto the balcony of the mansion to catch a breath. It was good, the party, everyone was here. It was just a slight bit overwhelming with all the noise and the smell of alcohol in the air.

Kung Lao didn’t drink anymore. Not after that night. But that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy a good fizzy drink. As he sipped on his drink, breathing in the cool night air, he heard the doors open behind him and spun around, expecting to see Johnny smiling and crying again at the fact that he was going to marry Kung Lao.

It was Raiden instead, face flushed and steps drowsy as he stumbled over to Kung Lao and collapsed into his arms. Kung Lao let out a nervous laugh and pushed the champion off to the railing, not really feeling too comfortable. It had been a few months since he had talked to Raiden. Their friendship had faded into obscurity and now they were nothing more than acquaintances, so Kung Lao felt a bit confused as to why Raiden had so willingly thrown himself into Kung Lao’s arms.

“Is everything okay? Raiden?” Kung Lao tapped on the champion’s shoulders, trying to bring him out of whatever stupor he had drank himself into, and Raiden turned to Kung Lao, eyes wet and cheeks red.

“Why are you marrying him?” His voice was spiteful, bitter, and Kung Lao stepped back in surprise, bringing his arms into his body at the angry tone of voice. That was strange. Raiden was always so soft-spoken, kind, gentle. And yet, Raiden lumbered forward almost threateningly, plopping his head onto Kung Lao’s shoulder and holding him close, causing the drink that Kung Lao had to spill to the floor.

“I miss you. I miss you so much.” Raiden murmured into Kung Lao’s skin, hot breath fanning over his skin, and Kung Lao squirmed in Raiden’s grip, patting the champion’s back as he tried to step away.

“Haha, yeah, I miss you too Raiden, but uh, I should get back-”

“I love you. I love you so much. Please don’t marry Johnny.” Raiden muttered, hands coming up to hold onto Kung Lao’s waist. Perhaps years ago Kung Lao would’ve been elated to hear those words from Raiden’s mouth. But, he didn’t feel for Raiden anymore, no, not when he had Johnny.

“Raiden, I think you’re drunk. You’re not thinking straight. Let’s find a couch and lay down, yeah?” Kung Lao removed Raiden’s hands from his waist, but the champion stubbornly kept his face in the monk’s neck, breathing in his scent and getting heavier by the second.

“I shouldn’t, I should’ve gone to you instead of Kitana. I want you, Kung Lao.”

Kung Lao frowned and pushed at Raiden’s chest harshly, forcing the champion to stumble backwards and look Kung Lao in the eye.

“Raiden, back off. I don’t love you like that. Go back inside, or I’m getting Liu Kang to retrieve you.” Kung Lao stepped away from the balcony, turning the handle roughly and ready to walk away from Raiden when he felt the champion grab onto his hands.

“I’m sorry. I liked you back then. I knew you liked me. I was just scared. Scared of my own feelings. I couldn’t deal with it. Please, come back to me.” Raiden pleaded with Kung Lao, dropping to his knees as he pressed feverish kisses to the back of the monk’s hand.

Kung Lao withdrew his hand, a feeling of pity settling over his sense as he stared at the pitiful sight.

“You know I can’t do that, Raiden. You’ll find happiness one day, I’m sure, but I’ve moved on. I don’t love you anymore. Please let me go like I let go of you.” With that, Kung Lao closed the final wound of his past and went back to the party, walking up to Johnny and bringing him in for a hug. The actor gave the monk a dopey smile and kissed his forehead, shouting to his friends around him to meet his beautiful husband. Kung Lao laughed, the interaction from earlier disappearing from his mind, as he stuck to Johnny’s side for the rest of the night.

A few weeks later, Kung Lao walked down the aisle, red dress flowing behind him as he stared at Johnny ahead of him. He could feel tears pricking at his eyes as he arrived at the altar and Johnny moved the veil back to reveal Kung Lao’s face. Johnny raised up the monk’s hand to press a gentle kiss to the back of it as the official started talking. It was an overwhelming feeling. One that filled his head and his body with something warm and comforting, and neither of them could help themselves as they started crying during their vows.

And when the official let them kiss, Johnny immediately dipped Kung Lao low to the ground and kissed him deep and slow and sweet. It sent his mind spinning, and his hand up to cup the back of Johnny’s neck to keep him there. But finally, they stood back up, chests heaving as they stared into each other’s eyes as the crowd behind them cheered loudly.

The rest of the wedding passed by in a blur of tearful speeches and terrible dance moves, but all Johnny and Kung Lao could stare at was each other, the rest of the world in the background as they held each other’s hands. When they finally arrived back home, Johnny picked up Kung Lao and carried him to their shared bed, plopping him down on the bed and crawling on top of him to kiss him again. Kung Lao laughed and slapped away Johnny’s fumbling hands to untie and unzip the laces and zippers that held the dress together.

Johnny’s eyes filled with tears as he watched Kung Lao’s skin reveal itself, and he pressed his lips to the monk’s skin, worshiping him fully and completely. It was a new chapter in his life, and Kung Lao was glad that Johnny had come and gotten him from that rooftop that day. He wouldn’t change a single thing.

a/n: uh, idk what happens with raiden. he just attends the wedding, watching the love of his life slip through his fingers, but oh well. you snooze you lose ig. i just love railao angst. it's soooo good. literally made a railao angst animatic, but that's neither here nor there.

#noodle’s writings #mortal kombat #mk #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mk1 2023 #kung lao #kung lao mk1 #mk1 kung lao #johnny cage #johnny cage mk1 #mk1 johnny cage #johnny cage x kung lao #kung lao x johnny cage #starhat #railao

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thewritingisconsumingme · 27 days

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To Be Alone With You

Raiden was champion of Earthrealm—that came with a prestige he hadn’t expected; and a prestige he didn’t want.

He wanted nothing more than to return to the Academy and continue his practices there.

But so many wanted to meet him, to challenge him, and to learn from him.

As he was once again swarmed by crowds, he felt them push around him and push Kung Lao away.

And as the attention increased, the time with Kung Lao decreased.

Raiden could see him in the corner of his vision, at first. But even then, Kung Lao began to fade from view.

He wanted nothing more than to just be alone...alone with Kung Lao.

Time passed and he was expected to do more and more—help out in Outworld, help keep Earthrealm safe. Kung Lao had his duties as well and they had little to do with Raiden now.

Until one day he was able to sit in the shade of a blossoming cherry tree. The petals were falling with the gentle wind. But by then, he was with Kung Lao in his memory only.

Written to "To Be Alone With You" by Sufjan Stevens

I actually like this little idea and hope to expand it into a longer, more thorough one-shot.

Also @helsensm challenged me and I aint one to back down >:D

#ough that hurt

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thewritingisconsumingme · 29 days

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would you mind writing a mk2021 kanlao (kano x kung lao) smut fic?

needing in discipline

a/n: wow you came swinging out the gate with this one, but yk what, slay, pop off queen

summary: kung lao disciplines kano

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), dubcon, blowjobs

Kung Lao clenched his jaw as he watched Kano pick on Liu Kang again, prodding and poking with distasteful jokes and about his physique, and he had just enough of the Australian’s attitude. Kano had been getting too close to Liu Kang, and it had Kung Lao’s temper flaring up for some reason. The monk couldn’t quite place why, but as he watched Kano shoot off another dirty joke toward Liu Kang while also sending an infuriating wink toward Kung Lao, it was the last straw, and Kung Lao stormed over to Kano. He gripped onto Kano’s arms, a noise of complaint coming from the Australian, but it’s replaced with a grunt of surprise as Kung Lao teleported the both of them to a secluded area of the temple and slammed Kano into the wall.

“You need to learn how to control yourself. Grow the fuck up and get a grip on yourself.” Kung Lao fisted the lapels of Kano’s jacket, pushing the Australian further into the cave wall. The man gripped onto Kung Lao’s fists, smiling at the monk with a shit-eating grin.

“Then why don’t you make me?” Kano laughed, clearly entertained that Kung Lao has lost his cool, and the monk realized how he played right into Kano’s trap and let go of the man’s vest and started to walk off.

“Ahh, I knew you couldn’t do it, you fucking pussy.” Kano muttered the last part underneath his breath, but Kung Lao stopped in his tracks at the comment. Him? A coward? Kung Lao spun on his heel and stalked back over to Kano, gripping onto the man’s shoulders and pushing him down to his knees. The Australian went to get back up, mouth open to spit out an insult, but Kung Lao raised his hand and slapped him right across his face.

The man looked at the monk in surprise, as if he didn’t actually expect the monk to discipline him, and Kung Lao gripped onto Kano’s face, raising his foot to press his heel into Kano’s growing erection.

“You will learn discipline, Kano, and this is your first lesson.” Kung Lao gripped onto Kano’s short hair and pulled out his cock, tip flushed and red, and Kano could feel himself drool at the sight. The man looked up at Kung Lao, and the monk slapped Kano’s cheek with his cock.

Kano opened his mouth eagerly, wanting a taste of the monk, and Kung Lao wasted no time in shoving his cock into his mouth, groaning at the feeling. The monk kept Kano on his cock, nose shoved into the base of curls, and the man raised up his hands to grip onto Kung Lao’s hips, moaning at the feeling of the monk’s cock pressing down on his tongue. Kano focused on his breathing, trying to keep his cool, and Kung Lao panted loudly into the air. Finally, as Kano started losing air, mind spinning from the lack of oxygen, Kung Lao let up, pulling on Kano’s hair to detach the man from his cock. A string of spit connected the tip of the monk’s tip to Kano’s lips, and Kung Lao smirks at the sight, eyes glossy and fucked-out already.

“Already fucked-out? Guess you’re more of a slut than I thought.” Kung Lao growled out, and Kano went to spit out a retort despite his sore throat. But the monk had other plans and slammed his cock down Kano’s throat again, hands gripping tightly at his hair. He fucked into the man’s throat ruthlessly, and Kano teared up at the feeling, unable to breathe properly. And yet, he didn’t pull away, hands comfortably squeezing Kung Lao’s hips as he let the monk use his mouth like a toy.

The wet sound of Kung Lao fucking into Kano’s mouth filled the room along with the monk’s moans, and Kano sat still on his knees, erection pressing uncomfortably into his pants. His eyes glazed over and tears dripped down his cheeks and the monk just cooed at the sight, a smirk on his lips as he continued to thrust his hips in and out brutally. Finally, his pace became erratic, more stuttered, and Kano waited patiently for the taste of Kung Lao’s cum in his mouth. However, Kung Lao grunted and pulled his cock out of his mouth, and Kano whined, leaning forward still chasing the taste. The monk sneered and kept Kano’s head pulled back as his other hand went down to pump his cock. He bit his lip, and Kano stuck out his tongue. It was the final straw, and Kung Lao moaned as he came on Kano’s face.

The monk stroked himself through his orgasm, watching as white painted the assassin’s face, and he pressed his foot into Kano’s erection. It had Kano groaning into the air as he came in his pants, heat warming his face as Kung Lao laughed at him for cumming so easily. Patting his face one last time, Kung Lao tucked away his softening cock and turned on his heel to walk away.

“You’re not just going to leave me stranded here, are you?”

Kung Lao looked back, “your first lesson. Find your way back to the training pits, and I will reward you.” And then, the monk disappeared through a portal, leaving Kano alone deep inside of the winding hallways of the temple.

“Oh, you mother fucker. I’m going to fucking kill that wanker when I get my hands on him.” Kano stood up, trying his best to wipe off the cum from his face with his hands, and started walking through the hallways. Even with how angry he was, he still couldn’t help but feel excited for what Kung Lao would reward him with when he made it back to the fighting pits.

#noodle's writings #mortal kombat #mk #mortal kombat 2021 #mortal kombat smut #kung lao #kano #kung lao x kano #kung lao smut #kano smut

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thewritingisconsumingme · 30 days

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fluffuary 2024 masterlist

this is the collection of fics i wrote for fluffuary 2024 containing the mortal kombat kharacters

day one: bantering/flirting || johnny cage x kung lao

day two: being silly || raiden x smoke

day three: pining || bi han x kung lao

day four: flustered/tongue-tied || kung lao x liu kang

day five: discovery || kung lao x raiden

day six: borrowing clothes || johnny cage x smoke

day seven: helping out || mileena x tanya

day eight: laughing together || smoke x reptile

day nine: 'this made me think of you' || kuai liang x hanzo hasashi

day ten: private language || kung jin x takeda x jacqui x cassie

day eleven: caretaking || baraka x reptile

day twelve: holding hands || johnny cage x kuai liang

day thirteen: flower crowns || bi han x liu kang

day fourteen: dancing || bi han x johnny cage

day fifteen: acts of devotion || liu kang x shang tsung

day sixteen: cooking together || shang tsung x quan chi

day seventeen: snuggling || bi han x raiden

day eighteen: night out || shang tsung x bi han

day nineteen: love bites || johnny cage x kenshi takahashi

day twenty: sharing food || kung lao x kenshi takahashi

day twenty-one: forehead kiss/touch || havik x rain

day twenty-two: giving reassurance || ashrah x syzoth

day twenty- three: 'i choose you' || fujin x kung lao

day twenty-four: hugs || johnny cage x raiden

day twenty-five: 'you changed my life' || bi han x sareena

day twenty-six: promises || sonya blade x johnny cage

day twenty-seven: reminiscing || johnny cage x kung lao

day twenty-eight: 'i love you' || kung lao x raiden

day twenty-nine: choice || raiden x kung lao x johnny cage x kenshi takahashi

#fluffuary 2024 #fluff #noodle’s writings #mortal kombat #mk #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 11 #mk11 #mortal kombat x #mkx

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shoutout to slow creators!

i know it can be disheartening to work so slowly when it seems like everyone around you works so fast and churns out great content left and right. i know it's easy to get frustrated with yourself for having to spend so much time on one thing and sometimes it's hard to stay motivated long enough to finish. but the things you make are so good, and taking lot of time on something isn't a bad thing. creation can be a very painstaking process, but the amount of love and care and effort and attention you pour into your work bleeds through. people can feel it. they appreciate it. they see how hard you try and they see how your thoughtful approach to creation affects the quality of the end product. speed is definitely a skill you can develop and chances are as you practice more and get more comfortable with things, you'll be able to work faster. but no matter what, the things you make are worth waiting for. keep creating! you are wonderful!

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I'm Gonna Win

They were screaming his name. Kung Lao could hear them clamoring for him to get up—to force his aching, blood and oxygen starved legs to move, for his shredded arms to raise his fists.

He smirked as he forced himself to stand, his vision swimming, but he could hear them clearly—they were cheering him on, calling for him to keep going—to never back down.

His bones were probably broken—at least four. But if they were all ribs, he would be fine. Bruises, where there was still skin, were going to be a pain but he could handle it. He was the best—there was no pretending.

And he couldn’t let them down. They were expecting him to win, and he wasn’t going to let them down.

The chorus of his name changed, and that just told Kung Lao giving up was not an option. He spun his hat one more time, swearing he could see a flash of cherry blossoms. An omen he would win.

Then hands grabbed him and he could hear his name one last time, only to be drowned out by a loud crack and then nothingness.

Written to "I'm Gonna Win" by Rob Cantor

I was bit by the grumpy baby kitten for helping trim his nails inspiration.

#oof #ouch #damn #that hurt

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(mk2021) sonya flirting with kung lao and kung lao getting flustered ?

the tea ceremony

summary: kung lao teaches sonya about tea

warnings: none :)

Kung Lao sat next to Liu Kang, watching Cole Young and Kano spar, though it seemed more like a one-sided beating from his point of view. Cole Young had yet to earn his arcana, and Kano had unwavering confidence in his abilities and had a bit too much fun in using his laser eye to send Cole running throughout the pits. Kung Lao muttered to Liu Kang that he was going to take a walk, perhaps grab some water or a snack or anything else other than watch a boxer get beat down by an Australian assassin.

The monk wandered down the halls, letting his body move on autopilot to the kitchens, as he thought about the upcoming tournament and its participants. Only he and Liu Kang could really fight, and the only others who could fight decently either had their arms missing or had no arcana. A fighter without their arcana would most likely die, and he would not allow a fighter to participate without it. No matter how well they fought.

Kung Lao snapped himself out of his thoughts as he saw Sonya Blade in the kitchen, filling up a bottle of water with the pots of fresh water the monks collected every morning, and she had a small plate of food on the table behind her. Snacks most likely for Jackson Briggs to help him in his recovery.

Kung Lao grabbed a few clay teacups and a teapot before ladling in some of the water from a different pot while Sonya watched.

“Are you making tea?” Sonya peered over Kung Lao’s shoulder as he added in a variety of tea leaves and prepared a tray with some rocks in the corner and a variety of cups. Kung Lao nodded as he set the metal tea pot over the stove and watched carefully for the water to reach the correct temperature.

“The tea will clear the mind. Perhaps help Cole Young aid in finding his arcana. Or calm down Kano. Either would be good at this point.” Kung Lao explained, and Sonya Blade hummed as she watched Kung Lao pour the tea into the clay pot of tea leaves on the tray and circle the lid around the rim of the teapot before closing it and pouring the tea over the small rocks in the corner of the tray.

“What’re you doing?” Sonya asked, poking at the rocks in the corner of the tray as if they were magical. Kung Lao rolled his eyes and smacked Sonya’s hand away as he once again added water and let it sit to absorb the flavors of the tea this time.

“We wash our tea to wash away any impurities. It is like meditation: meant to wash away troubles and doubts.” Kung Lao explained as Sonya shifted her weight from foot to foot, eager to know more about the tea ceremony.

“Oh, I don’t really like meditation. Too boring for me.” Sonya said, and Kung Lao rolled his eyes, “of course you would not understand. You are too impatient. Too flighty to sit and find beauty in waiting.”

Sonya huffed but watched as Kung Lao poured some tea over the rocks and hummed in approval before pouring the tea into a cup much larger than the other ones with a curved spout. Kung Lao put down the teapot and picked up the larger cup and transferred some of the tea into a thin tall cup and handed it to Sonya.

“Smell. This is the tea.”

Sonya quirked her eyebrows and wafted the smell to her. It was a sweet-smelling tea, perhaps a little rich, and she lifted the cup to her lips to drink. Kung Lao hissed and snatched the cups from Sonya’s fingers.

“No, do not drink from these cups. They are not meant for that purpose. Drink from this.” Kung Lao picked up the transfer cup and poured some into more traditional looking ta cups before handing it to Sonya, waiting for her to taste. Kung Lao’s fingers twitched as he realized that he was explaining something to a fighter with no arcana. A liability. A weakness and someone who could be hurt in the fray. He should be focusing his efforts on Cole Young, even Kano, especially Liu Kang. And yet, here he was, like a puppy waiting for its master’s approval. Kung Lao’s face flushed at the realization.

Sonya glanced at the monk as she sipped on the drink, and Kung Lao ducked his head below the brim of his hat to try and hide his face. She hummed in delight, a slight smile appearing on her face as she sipped on her drink slowly. The monk watched as she finished her drink, his previous task forgotten as a wide smile appeared on her face. She placed her cup down on the tray and tapped her fingers against her arm.

“Do you think I could get some for Jax? He’s been overthinking lately, and I think this tea would do him some good.” Sonya asked, and Kung Lao nodded, heading over to the cabinets and mixing together the blend of leaves and spices for Sonya. He turned around and gave the bag to Sonya, giving her a few instructions on how to brew the tea: to make the water not too hot, to steep for this many minutes, to pour over the tea pets to see if the tea is right yet. Kung Lao picked up his tray to bring back to Liu Kang and the others, but before he could leave, Sonya gave him a wide smile and thanked him.

“Thank you, Kung Lao. We couldn't have done this without you.”

Kung Lao ducked his head and hummed as he left, but his heart pounded in his chest. It was one thing to hear his shidi compliment him: they had grown up together, and he was Liu Kang’s superior. But, something about the general complimenting him set his face ablaze and heart thumping like a rabbit in a cage. Perhaps he would need the tea as well to clear his mind.

#noodle’s writings #mortal kombat #mk #mortal kombat 2021 #kung lao #sonya blade #kung lao mk #mk kung lao #sonya blade mk #mk sonya blade

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my mate in christ i am eating these fanfics UP and sending compliments to you, the chef

i HAVE to ask if u take requests because i have not found a post like that in particular; if not, then no worries !! no matter what ur writing, i am READING it, mate !!

🥂 to ur writing !!

oh yeah, i do! i just haven’t gotten around to posting it yet haha.

#noodle’s asks

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Hello! My request is the same. If it doesn't bother you, can I ask you to write about RaiCass? (Raiden/Cassie Cage) This is my favorite ship and I will be very happy if you decide to write a short story about them.

Thank you for your answers! I wish you creative success.

this mortal body

summary: cassie shows everyone the new and mortal raiden

warnings: none :)

“Hey, hey Takeda and Jin! Check this out!” Cassie dragged Raiden over to her group of friends, excitedly waving them over as she dragged. Kung Jin bowed down to Raiden out of instinct, but he squinted his eyes when he noticed that Raiden seemed different. He looked a little softer, a little more tired, a little less…godly.

“Why aren’t your eyes glowing?” Kung Jin blurted out. Takeda choked on his drink as he realized the same thing. Raiden no longer had his signature glowing eyes. Rather, a warm brown had replaced them, and now that both Takeda and Kung Jin noticed, they felt rather weirded out. It wasn’t everyday you see a god become mortal.

Kung Jin poked and prodded at Raiden, questioning him and asking what had happened, and Raiden tried to answer as quickly as possible. But he found his mind more clouded, his tongue a bit less sure in their words, and his confidence took a blow when Kung Jin pointed out how large his eye bags were. Cassie pushed away Kung Jin by the face, rolling her eyes at the scowling archer before turning to face Raiden.

“We have to take you to do human things. We could go to a buffet and eat until we barf, we could go to the amusement parks and ride until we vomit, we could-”

Raiden cut off Cassie and gave a concerned smile. “While I appreciate the enthusiasm, I do not think I want to do anything until I vomit. That does not sound…like the best option for this body.”

Raiden gestured to his body, how he was now old. Not wise or an elder god, but just old. He could feel his bones start to ache, and his eyes feel heavier than they normally do. Raiden had taken his godliness for granted, and right now he felt tired and exhausted, the eons of living as a god already starting to slip from his mind.

“Hmm, well, what do old people do? You could learn to crochet?” Cassie tapped her chin as she thought, and Raiden raised his eyebrow in confusion.

“Crochet?” He repeated.

“Yeah, like, you weave yarn or something together. I know Jacqui likes to do it. She makes some pretty cool stuff.”

Raiden blinked and looked at his hands. They twitched, as if looking for that familiar energy that used to run through his body, but no electricity would come forth. Raiden looked up at Cassie, “I will learn how to crochet then.”

Cassie beamed at him and grabbed onto his hand to drag him off to the nearest Michael’s. Kung Jin and Takeda were left in the dust as they watched Cassie excitedly talk about all the different things Raiden could now experience as a human, like eat spicy food and suffer the consequences while Raiden nodded along. It would be a journey like no other.

#noodle’s writings #mortal kombat #mk #mortal kombat 11 #mk11 #lord raiden #raiden mk11 #mk11 raiden #cassie cage

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Do you have any specific kenmac hcs?

I do! Thank you for the ask!

My most major one is how Kenshi sees Ermac. Since Ermac is an amalgamation of souls and Sento allows Kenshi to see souls, they don't look human to him.

Yes that drawing is the reason it took me so long to answer this ask 😅

Kenshi, when they were still getting to know each other, was under the impression that Ermac didn’t have a human body.

I imagine Kenshi found out when they were sparring and Ermac managed to pin him down and instead of what he was expecting, it was a very human body pressed against him. (Yes I know Ermac probably would’ve held him down with telekinesis, but let’s imagine this was a no powers spar)

Like he’s touched Ermac before, but that’s never expanded past brief touches. So he was confused to say the least.

Ermac being technically undead has a lower body temperature. They often seek out Kenshi to cuddle.

Kenshi can't read Ermac's thoughts. Well he can but he can't make sense of them because each soul within Ermac has their own voice. It sounds like thousands of echoed voices overlapping each other.

Ermac got Kenshi hooked on Edenian food.

Ermac refers to Sento as "The Sword of Many". Sento likes them :)

#woah

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bruh, this is so cool actually. the amount of thought you put into this is so insane, and i give you all the respect for that. the different ears are SO COOL.

the map is so awesome??!! i know that you can put rice onto a piece of paper and just spread it around until you find something you like, and you can make that into a map if that makes that easier. but lmao, i've never tried it so who knows. i'm pretty sure i heard that the creator of RWBY also just smeared ketchup on a napkin and made that the world, so who knows idk. whatever works best for you honestly because making maps sounds so exhausting actually.

i have no idea how Orderrealm and Chaosrealm work in my own worldbuilding because i'm like 70% sure that it's just Outworld and Earthrealm in the mk1 timeline reset (idk i haven't watched storymode since i've first watched it because i've been so busy, so i'm definitely missing something). but i think that Havik and his chaos-spreaders (?) came from rebelling against the Seidians. probably. maybe. like 30% sure.

But, SAHDHAJHDSA, i completely forgot about the beef between the Tarkatans and Osh-tekks in mk11, and you're so right about the fact that there is has to be more than just 'Tarkatans helped Mileena so Kotal hates them.' like, that was some deep-rooted racism right there that even had my non-analyst brain going 'pump the hate brakes.'

you've inspired me to make more, and i will. after i go to sleep. because it's 12AM. and also my brain is pooped after writing some other fic stuff. but you're SO COOL AND YOU HONESTLY INSPIRE ME AND KICK MY BRAIN INTO WORLDBUILDING MODE. I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY DAY/NIGHT AND STAY WINNING!!!! DON'T FORCE YOURSELF TO MAKE SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT MOTIVATED TO MAKE, AND SLAY THE DAY AWAY

(me looking at your blog whenever you post something new, idk how to caption photos like in the photo itself so you get this instead :D)

headcanons

yes, this was inspired by @charlotte-family-apologist little edenian elf ears in their drawings, fight me

i don’t really like how people from outworld and people from earthrealm look exactly the same in terms of morphology

they’re from a completely different world with a similar but still different and much more dangerous ecosystem (have you seen the animals in mkx and mk11?)

i can’t imagine that edenians, seidans, zaterrans, etc. have the exact same culture of morphology as humans, and i wanted to throw my hat in the ring about what differences they could possibly have

starting off with the edenians

first thing that’s different is that they have pointed ears, similar to an elves but a little bit more rounded at the tip, and they move their ears

i.e. they can pin them back, perk them up, etc. sort of like a cat’s, and this is so they can hear incoming predators and prey better when they still hunted that way

their pupils and iris take up much more of the eye so that only a bit of sclera shows, so that they can take in light much better

their noses are also more animal-like, and they have a much better sense of smell than humans to hunt down wounded animals

i think their teeth are also a lot more sharp for chewing through the tough meat/hide of the animals of outworld

i also really like the idea that they have claws in addition to pointed nails rather than just regular human hands, inspired by those claw things mileena and jade wear in mk11

and just because i can, they also have tails with small tufts of fur on the end to help them balance while they’re running and/or climbing trees

i think they’d also be much more muscular than humans, like their upper-body strength is insane, and their legs are strong enough to crush the trunk of an earth tree

so no, they wouldn’t be skinny but rather buff and muscular with more stomach and thickness appreciated within the culture

in mk1, we can see that they don’t have technology (they have sorcery, but it’s doesn’t seem quite the same), and they have what looks like their technological advances are from an agricultural society

so, from that, i think that thicker bodies would be much more appreciated as it would indicate a well-fed/capable edenian capable of attaining food

additionally, different types of fabrics (like earth) are appreciated in different ways, like the hide from a dangerous predator is much more expensive and are almost declarations of love compared to the wool of a sheep-like creature that is mostly domesticated

i think that they’re more of a ‘it takes a village to raise a kid’ sort of mindset when it comes to taking care of children and so are much more willing to take care of multiple children even if it’s not theirs

respect within the culture seems to extend from achievement-based but also filial piety (very pushed in asian countries) as seen with shao kahn and reiko’s achievements in war and mileena and kitana’s deference to their mother

but respect is still very much given to everyone within the culture because everyone plays an important role, whether it’s tending to the farm animals, guarding, sowing clothes, etc.

for seidans, i think they’d look pretty similar to edenians except much more regal-looking and have towering figures, like borzois

they take great care in their appearance and pale complexions are put in high regard (white hair, pale eyes, pale skin, etc.)

their teeth aren’t quite as pointy as edenians but still much sharper than humans, and their ears sort of droop down to give them a much softer look despite their harsh demeanor

still have the claw hands and the tail except the tails have much more fur (think unicorn tails from those old medieval paintings)

but, for someone who’s stockier, has tanner skin, dark hair (like havik), they’re discriminated against and are made into slaves

since they’re born into slavery under careful eyes, their ears are cropped to indicate their slave status, and their tails are docked, making it harder for them to balance

they’re also declawed (which btw you shouldn’t do that to a cat because it’s inhumane), and so have a hard time surviving and running away from the seidans

their changed appearance also indicates their status, and so they’re usually found easily or returned

for zaterrans, (basing this off wiki-level info about komodo dragons) they have the clawed hands same as any others

their tails though are just lizard tails and their fangs are much longer and have a serrated edge to tear into their prey

i think their ears are also shorter naturally compared to edenians or seidans, and they have a hard time hearing things that a human would have no trouble hearing

this stems from the fact they can smell a lot more on their tongue than any human, edenian, or seidans, and even in human form, their forms are large and broad and intimidating

they also have black-green scales littering their body, particularly their joints and their back

regarding culture, i think they wouldn’t have as strong as a focus on offspring and as soon as a zaterran can hunt for themselves, they’re considered an adult

they also can spit venom, both forms, because why not, and as seen within Syzoth’s moveset, it melts people like an acid

i like their lizard forms, they can keep those unchanged

now for those of draconian blood, (shao kahn) i think that general shao is actually an anomaly within draconians (i’m basing this off snakes because snakes in chinese mythology are closely related to dragons)

first, their features are closer to the zaterrans: clawed hands, shorter ears, lizard-like tails, less sclera

but they have the horns in addition to everything else and have much longer canines than humans

usually though, females are much bigger than their male counterparts and have control over much of their society

general shao comes from a special case of already being the heir to a general and training to have that muscle mass within the edenian court

those of draconian blood have hard scales covering their entire body, but they can vary in texture and in colors (because snake scales can vary and it’s cool)

they don’t have hair, they’re all bald and have scales in place of hair (baldies for the win lmao)

tarkatans can stay the same (just add on the fact of the clawed hands, pointed ears, less sclera, tails, etc.)

the only thing i would change is that they don’t grow swords from their hands because that would require them to grow metal from their bones which is…nuclear fusion

anyway, bone swords, like wolverine

for shokans, just slap on the general traits (pointed ears, tails, etc.) because i think they’re already different enough (goro and his four arms plus humongous physique)

for osh-tekks, i know that in mkx and mk11, it’s just painted skin, but fuck that, he has blue skin with stripes that glow

i’m also going to make osh-tekks semi-aquatic, so they have webbed hands and feet in addition to the other general added traits

their tail has no fur (because drag) but instead have a wide-fanned tail to help them swim in the water (similar to an alligator’s tail but smooth and blue)

they don’t have gills, but they have great lung capacity (like a whale or something)

for centaurians, i don’t they would have the clawed hands because they have the powerful hind legs, but everything else applies (and they already have a tail so perfect)

this is all i could think of, and i have no idea if any of this makes sense?

but also, i have limited knowledge regarding the different societies of outworld outside of mk9-mk11 and mk1 (2023) (so like hotaru means nothing to me unfortunately)

i still like their designs in the games, but i just wish they were a bit more alien (give me the animal traits, GIVE ME THE ANIMAL TRAITS, I NEED THEM, I AJAKJHDAHKJAHKFJ)

we’ve seen in mkx and mk11 that they have huge animals of terrifying size and proportion, but edenians and everyone else still just look like weak, fragile humans?

like what, no freaking way

i know they have magic, but that seems like a practiced skill that grows with age

and before they advanced in society, growing to old age probably wasn’t all that common and so harnessing magic wasn’t all too common either until the current eras we see in gameplay

not to mention, shang tsung and quan chi need the help of shang tsung from a different timeline that has lived for centuries to catalyze their magical skills, and without titan shang tsung, they probably wouldn’t have attained the skill of magic they have until centuries later

some pictures for how i imagine it to be (you're gonna have to excuse my piss poor drawing skills and anatomy)

anyway, yeah, peace out

#mortal kombat

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