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Day 4 - Teratophilia

Syzoth x F!Reader

Syzoth asks reader if he can fuck her in his natural form. Reader is happy to oblige.

Warnings: Monster fucking, non-human genitalia, slight breeding kink, Syzoth is sweet, enthusiastic consent

“Are you sure it’s okay?” Syzoth asked, voice pitched high as he buried his face into the crook of Y/n’s neck. He’d already come inside her twice, but his cock was still hard and weeping and he’d shamefully told her how it was harder to have a full orgasm in his human form. He’d looked so guilty, but so hopeful, as he’d asked if he could shift back to his natural form. Y/n had kissed him, sweet and tender as she stroked his chest soothingly, before nodding.

“Just be gentle, okay?” Y/n murmured, running a hand through his hair, her nails raking over his scalp gently and he shivered with pleasure at the sensation. He lined up at her entrance, his cock throbbing and wet with her slick. He stroked himself a few times, eyes locked with hers until slowly shifting just his lower half back into reptilian form. She saw his tail swaying softly back and forth behind him as he tugged her hips close, his cock rubbing against her cum slicked crease.

Y/n hissed as the tapered tip of his cock slowly breached her entrance. Despite being loose and stretched and soaking wet, he was so much bigger in this form that she was still tight around him. He pushed in slowly, steadily getting thicker as her core pulsed and clenched around him. Y/n let out a huff of air, whining as he began to thrust in a shallow, gentle rhythm, coaxing her walls to stretch around him. He leaned forward, kissed her sweetly, savoring the little hitches in her breath as he slowly worked himself deeper and deeper. 

She caught the pleased flush on Syzoth’s cheeks as he pulled back from kissing her. He glanced down at where he was disappearing inside her, admiration and love in equal measures splayed on his face as his thrusts slowly picked up speed. He snapped his hips forward, buried to the hilt as Y/n nearly screamed, just a touch of pain amidst the sweet, torturous pleasure he was bringing her. He leaned in, his tongue slithering out to flicker over one of her taut nipples, sending wave after wave of ecstasy straight to her core. 

She came on a particularly powerful thrust, clenching around him so tight that Syzoth’s rhythm stuttered for just a moment. Y/n felt herself go boneless beneath him as Syzoth slowed his thrusts. She could see that he was straining, could feel the tremble in his body, clearly struggling to control himself so he wouldn’t hurt her. His eyes turned guilty again, tail flicking back and forth anxiously, as Y/n struggled to catch her breath.

“My love… please?” Syzoth gave a shallow thrust, the strain in his muscles evident with each shallow breath he took. Y/n nodded.

“Mmm, of course, sweetheart.” She kissed him gently. “Turn me over?” She asked. Syzoth nodded, eager, as he helped her get comfortable. He placed a pillow under her hips, stroking her soft flesh before pulling her  up and back so he could slide back into her tight core. Y/n whimpered at the drag over her overstimulated walls and Syzoth whined, but stilled.

“Are you sure, love?” Syzoth murmured. Y/n turned her head to meet his eye, a choked off gasp leaving her at the adoration she saw there. 

“I want you, Syzoth. All of you.” Y/n smiled. “Go ahead and take what you need honey. I’ll let you know if it’s too much.” Syzoth shuddered, hand stroking her spine lovingly before he finally let go and shifted fully into his reptilian form. She felt his clawed hands wrap around her hips as he started thrusting again, sharp and deep and steadily building in speed until it felt like he’d fuck her straight through the mattress. 

He was driving so fast, so deep, that Y/n could do little more than dig her hands into the sheets and let out a sob as he used her. She didn’t even feel her orgasm building, but suddenly she was on the edge again, her entire body taut as a wire. He was practically feral, pulling her hips back to meet each thrust and it only took a few thrusts before she was shaking apart around him.

He let out a mix of hisses and whimpers at how hot and slick she felt around him, squeezing his cock so tight. He gave one more hard thrust, buried himself deep as his orgasm hit him. He spilled into her, his hot seed spilling out around his cock as he pumped her beyond what she could handle. He sagged on top of her, shifting back into human form as he pressed against her feverish flesh, savoring the warmth that permeated from her to him.

“Thank you, love.” He pressed soft kisses into her shoulder, rolling onto his side and tugging her into the cradle of his arms. “You’re so perfect; made just for me, I think.” Y/n giggled, then whined as he slid his softening cock out of her and she felt his seed begin to leak out. Before more than a few drops could escape she felt something press into her, thinner than his cock but not as smooth and she choked on a moan as that rough texture scraped over her sensitive walls. She let out a questioning grunt, feeling Syzoth’s hand running over her stomach adoringly. “Please, love, can you keep it inside you for a little longer? You’re so perfect, letting me fill you up so much. Please?”

She realized then that Syzoth had slipped the tip of his tail into her, plugging her entrance to prevent any of his seed leaking out. The roughness was his scales, the tip flickering back and forth nervously and she reached back, stroking her hand over his arm reassuringly until his tail stilled.

“Of course, sweetheart.” She laughed. “Anything you want.”

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Day 19 - Stuck in Wall

Black Dragon x F!Reader (Kano, Erron Black, Kabal, Tremor) *set in some random ass timeframe where these four were black dragon at the same time. Did not research as mk multiverse is now a thing

Reader is caught during a recon mission at a Black Dragon warehouse. She tries to sneak out, but gets caught in a precarious position that Kano and his goons are all to happy to use to their advantage.

Warnings: Non-con to Dub-con (Reader is given two kinda horrible choices but does enjoy the sex), stuck in a wall trope, rough sex, throat fucking, inhuman genitalia (Tremor is half rocks), spanking, anal sex (writer is tired after working 12 hours and may have missed warnings)

************************************************************************ She was screwed; royally and unequivocally screwed. She’d volunteered for this mission because it should have been easy. Sneak into the black dragon’s warehouse, get eyes on the goods, and get out. A simple, easy mission for someone of her particular skill set yet it had gone ass over tea kettle really fucking fast. She ducked around a corner, listening to the sound of the thundering footsteps that pursued her. To her left was a dark room, door ajar, and Y/n slid through, quietly shutting the door behind her.

She managed to shut the door without so much as a click, her eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. She heard Tremor thundering past the closed door and held her breath, afraid to so much as breathe to give away her hiding place. She took a quick assessment of her situation, noticing a half-boarded window on the far side of the room. The soft light filtering in was definitely natural; an exit! She crept quietly across the room, careful to avoid obstacles. The floor was littered with junk and scrap and general detritus one might expect from a dingy warehouse owned by black market thugs.

“She must have ducked into another room!” Y/n heard Kano shouting and picked up her pace. She figured she only had a few minutes at most before she was discovered and at least outside she could radio for help. The walls had been lined with something that caused interference as her radio proved ineffective. She reached the window without making any noise. She assessed the hole between the boards critically. The space was small, but she figured she could just squeeze through. She tested the board above the window sill but it wasn’t moving without considerable force and she would have to move quickly if she pried it off.

She heard slamming noises close by, heard swearing and shouting and the thundering footsteps of Tremor shaking the very walls and made her decision. She wedged herself though the window, had to wiggle to get her shoulders through, then her breasts, bracing herself on the window to pry herself out. She reached her waist, cursing her wide hips as she struggled to fit through the hole. When she was nearly free she let out a sigh of relief, before she heard a tearing sound and a sudden resistance. Her belt was caught on the boards.

“Shit not now!” She growled. She couldn’t reach through to feel what she was caught against and she heard another loud bang, the shouting echoing through the hangar-esque room. “Fuck!” She tried to push back in, at least to give herself a fighting chance, but whatever had hooked her resisted her moving that way too. She heard Kano let out a sharp, echoing laugh as she fought to pull herself free.

“Got yer fat ass stuck there did ya, Sheila?” Kano cackled as he came to a halt just out of reach of her flailing legs. “So fucking close to freedom too.” He skirted around to the side, avoiding a kick as he brought the flat of his hand down against her admittedly plump ass, pleased when he heard her yelp filter in from outside.. “Quite the predicament she’s in eh, Tremor?”

“She’s certainly not going anywhere.” Tremor replied, grabbing one of her ankles as she kicked out again. Kano wrapped an arm around her other leg and laughed harder as she began to struggle harder. "Fixing to get hurt if she keeps this up." He added, his grip on her leg painfully tight. 

Y/n knew it was over, she was caught, but there was still a chance if she could just find the right leverage. She heard the wood splinter and felt her heart sore with victory until two more black dragon goons appeared around the side of the building. It was Erron Black followed by Kabal, who put on his thrusters the second he saw her, coming to a stop just a foot away from her head.

Erron let out a low whistle, sauntering up beside Kabal as he holstered his gun and Y/n felt that small shimmer of hope fizzle and die. She glared at Kano's minions as she cursed her luck. Her gut was starting to ache from the pressure of the window ledge and Tremor's death grip on her ankle was starting to grind the bones. 

"We got eyes on her out here boss." Erron hollered as he and Kabal glanced at each other, humor lighting up their eyes. Erron reached out, ripping her gun from its holster as well as stripping her of her knife and other equipment. She let it happen, knowing there was literally nowhere for her to run. 

"Okay. I give up." She muttered, humiliation tinting her cheeks red. "Not that this isn't fun, but can you fucking pull me out now. If you're not just going to kill me, that is."

"Shucks Sheila, we ain't gonna kill ya. Not when you make for the perfect bait for those special force bastards. I know Sonya won't leave a man behind. Well, woman in this instance.." Kano smirked as his eyes traced the curve of her ass wickedly. He reached up with his free hand, tracing that curve until he could palm one cheek teasingly.  He felt her tense beneath him. "This is a mighty fine view. Thinking we should play little before we pull you loose."

Y/n froze, eyes wide as a tremor of fear went through her. Kano’s hand stroked her ass slowly before giving it another slap that made Y/n jerk against the sharp ledge. His fingers trailed down, teasing her inner thigh up and up only to skim back down just before he reached her cunt. She squirmed, tried to yank her legs free from their grasp, but Tremor held fast to her right leg and Kano slapped her ass again making her hiss from the sting of it. She glanced up, seeing the heat simmering behind Erron and Kabal’s eyes. 

“Get your fucking hands off me, Kano!” Y/n growled, but all she got in response was another slap, this time on her right cheek, followed by another chuckle. Erron crossed his arms, shaking his head before dropping down to one knee in front of her. His eyes were bright against the shadows cast by his hat and the kohl smeared under to reduce glare. His mask was firmly in place still, leaving little of his face visible. He grasped her chin, tilting her up to meet his gaze.

“Now how about we all settle down for a minute, darling.” His southern drawl somehow soothing despite the situation. She could hear Kano grumbling through the window, but couldn’t discern the words. “You were the one who come in here snooping in our business, and then led us on a mighty fine chase. Now, we can do this the hard way; we rip you out of that window and bleed you until you spill all your special forces secrets.”

“See that’s the way I normally prefer.” Kano added, clearly catching on to Erron’s little game. “But your little game of cat and mouse has me all worked up with no proper outlet to be found. So here is how this is going to work and I’m feeling generous enough to give you a choice.” He felt Y/n tense beneath his hands. 

“You’ve got this nice, tight ass that I just want to sink my teeth into, as well as other things. Now, you can either settle down and have a little fun with us and we’ll make sure this whole thing is down right pleasant for you.” Kano squeezed her ass again to emphasize his point. “Or, you can keep fighting us and I’ll make sure it fucking hurts,” His fingers dug in hard enough to leave bruises as he growled. “And when I’m done I’ll still bleed you fucking dry.”

“Kano’s not one to exaggerate these things, sugar.” Erron added. “Why don’t you just calm down and let us show you a good time?”

“God you have such a pretty mouth.” Kabal leaned down as well, licking his lips as he palmed himself beneath his rough cargos. “THey’re gonna look real good wrapped around my cock.” Erron nodded as if in agreement, though his fingers stroked his soothing strokes along her cheeks.

She whimpered as her legs were released, the muscles aching from being held at such odd angles for so long, but she was able to relieve some pressure as her feet settled on the ground. Then she heard the distinct sound of a knife being unsheathed followed by a sharp tug and ripping sound as Kano cut her pants free of where they’d snagged on a loose piece of wood. She felt hands reaching under her, fumbling with her buttons and zippers and soon rough fingers were digging under the waistband. She had to force herself to remain still as Kano and Tremor removed her boots and pants, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. 

Thick, calloused fingers groped her ass, slipping under the thin fabric of her panties to slide between her lower lips. She felt her face flush at the realization that she was wet there, feeling their fingers slide through her slick before teasing her clit with rough strokes. She let out a choked off moan as Erron let go of her chin and backed up a step to fumble with the zipper on his pants. Kabal was watching her with a smirk, casually stroking the visible bulge in his pants as Erron tugged his cock free. 

“Now, you're gonna keep those teeth to yourself right?” Erron asked as he pressed the tip of his cock to her cheek, leaving a small trail of precum smeared on her skin. Y/n nodded, eyes glaring as she let her mouth fall open enough for him to slide the tip in. She curled her lips around her teeth just a bit as he slowly pressed into the warm cavern of her mouth. He threaded a hand into her hair, helping stay upright as he began to thrust shallowly. She moaned around his cock as two fingers sank into her tight cunt, rough and fast. The complete opposite of Erron’s lazy pace.

“God this bitch is fucking tight.” Kano grunted as he sank his fingers in deeper, harder, feeling her slick coating them more with each thrust. “Bet this fucking hole would feel so good wrapped around my fat cock.” It didn’t take much more than a nod at Tremor for him to reach out and  tear her undies off her like ripping paper. Kano smacked her cheek with his free hand a few times, each slap emphasized by his fingers thrusting into her tight pussy. He just barely caught her muffled whining around Erron’s cock. “Too bad that isn’t what I’m after right now.”

He slipped his fingers out of her cunt, pressing the tip of his forefinger to the tight pucker of her ass. She tried to jerk away as he used her own slick as lube to slowly press inside. He smacked her again, relishing the way her ass jiggled beneath his palm. She fell still immediately and he used that as permission to thrust his finger in deeper. He worked her open slowly, knowing his men, for all their eagerness to enjoy Y/n’s sweet body, would not actually be happy with him causing her real harm. 

Y/n moaned louder, the sound reverberating along Erron’s thick cock, as she felt Kano adding a second finger. She’d never done anal before and the intrusion felt odd, the stretch not painful but strange and she was glad that he seemed to at least be taking his time. She felt Erron slowly thrusting harder, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat each time he pressed in and she decided to distract herself by applying her limited skills to sucking his cock. It felt heavy against her tongue, long and pleasantly thick and she found herself almost enjoying herself.

She felt Kabal press in along her waist, then hands sliding down under her to grope at her breasts. She gasped, bearing down around Kano’s fingers as Kabal pinched her nipples through her shirt. The was a soft ‘schnck’ of sliding metal and then she felt her shirt and bra were ripped away, allowing Kabal’s hands to wrap around her bare flesh. He teased and flicked her nipples until they pebbled under his fingers. The rough pads of his fingers were a pleasant distraction from the stretch of Kano adding a third finger.

“Whatever you boys are doing, keep it up. I wanna feel her squeezing this tight around my cock.” Kano laughed as he tugged his fingers free. He kept one finger hooked around the rim as his other hand stroked along her glistening pussy to gather more of her slick. He stroked his cock a few times to get it nice and wet, then leaned down to spit into the gape of her ass. He smeared the spit along her rim, spit twice more until it was nice and glossy before pressing the tip of his cock against her fluttering hole. “Get ready for this sweetheart.”

He slammed his hips forward, sinking into the hilt with a single thrust and felt her spasm around his thickness. He gripped her hips tight, holding her still as he relished the tight squeeze of her around him. It took effort not to just rut into her fast and rough but he gave her time to adjust. He knew he was a lot, decently long but incredibly thick, her hole stretching around his length obscenely. 

“It’s gonna feel so good real soon, sugar, I promise.” Erron murmured, stroking her cheek as continued to thrust. He’d slowly been working to relax her throat and push in deeper and deeper until Kano had made her gag around him. He pulled out long enough to let her catch her breath, watching her body rock forward as Kano began to thrust. He sank back in with a sigh an began to fuck her throat in earnest. Y/n had to force herself to relax her throat as he thrust in hard and fast, chasing his pleasure.

Kabal continued to play with her tits, squeezing them together and playing with them, feeling her nipples grow swollen and puffy as he abused them. The wet sound of Erron fucking into her throat mixed with her muffled whines and moans had him straining against his zipper and he couldn’t wait to get his turn. He leaned down, mouthed pressed to her ear as she whimpered beneath their hands.

“Doing so good for us, sweetheart. Look at you taking Erron’s cock like a perfect little cum dump.” He licked his lips. “God these tits are so gorgeous; plump and perky and so sensitive. I just wanna flip you over and fuck my cock between them. Wanna mark them up and make a complete mess of them.” Kabal twisted her nipples hard, feeling her jerk under his hands before soothing the tender buds.

She felt so overwhelmingly full, a tight coil of pleasure growing in her core as Kano fucked her hard. The odd sensation had all but faded as Y/n grew addicted to the weight of his cock in that hole. She hated how good it felt, her ass squeezing his cock rhythmically, hips pressing back to meet each thrust. She was so fucking close to climax that all she could do was choke around Erron’s cock thrusting into her throat. She felt his hips still, cock buried deep as he shot his cum straight down her throat. She swallowed around the thick shaft as he spilled his seed straight into her stomach.

As he finished, she felt Kano reach under her, fingers pressing against her clit as his thumb pressed into her soaked pussy. He rubbed her clit with rough, fast circles that matched his thrusts and had her screaming as she finally spilled over the edge, her orgasm ripping through her as she spasmed around his cock. He thrust a few more times before the tight clench of her ass coaxed his own orgasm out and he pressed in deep, filling her ass with hot, sticky cum.

“God that ass is so fucking tight.” Kano sighed, pulling his cock out with a deep groan. “Such a perfect little cum slut. Bet she looks so fucking cum drunk on your side.” He laughed. Y/n shuddered, face flushed from humiliation. “It’s only gonna get better from here, slut.” Y/n didn’t have a chance to ask what he meant before she felt rough hands grab her ass, prying the cheeks apart to spread her holes nice and wide. A cock pressed against her soaked cunt, sliding in slow and steady into her quivering hole as a thick thumb pressed into her asshole, keeping it plugged full of Kano’s cum. There was a hard, bumpiness to the fingers and Y/n realized who it was just as that cock was thrust deep into inside her. It had to be Tremor, his hands covered in a layer of hard, rough earth and it seemed his cock had the same rocky outer shell as it pressed hard and ridged inside her. It dragged along her walls, bumpy and stiff and somehow even thicker than Kano had been. 

“Hold on Tremor. Go on and pull her out of there and I’ll be right through. I wanna fuck her fat tits.” Kabal growled as he let them go. She felt Tremor pull out, her body carefully manipulated out of the hole and laid out several feet from the offending window. She squirmed as Tremor spread her legs, his cock sliding back into her glistening cunt as Kano stuffed his coat under her head. The ground was hard concrete, smooth and cold, but hard and she was grateful for the small courtesy. 

She heard wood splintering and just as Tremor began to thrust into her deep and slow and unrelenting Kabal was there straddling her waist. He let his cock rest between her breasts, squeezed them together to make a tight channel as he began to rut between them fast and rough. He laughed as they bounced in his hands, his fingers snaking up to tease her puffy buds as he chased his orgasm.

“Knew these tits were fucking gorgeous. Look at your nipples all red and swollen. Could spend hours just sucking at them. I like making girls cum from nipple play alone.” He watched as a splash of precum hit her lips. Y/n moaned, hands reaching up to hold her tits together for him and he rewarded her by twisting and pinching her nipples between his fingers. “Fuck they’re so pretty. Gonna look even better covered in my cum. Are you ready?”

He gave a few more thrusts before rising up on his knees so his cock was hovered over her. He jerked himself hard and fast until hot cum was splashing across her face, her tits, even landing in her hair. Y/n gasped at the sight, couldn’t help as arousal hit her hard seeing his face twisted with pleasure. When he was done he wasted no time scrambling away from her so he could pull his phone out and snap a few pictures. She tried to complain, but could manage no more than a few throaty whines and Kabal chuckled.

“Just for my personal collection, sweetheart. I promise they won’t leave this room.” He laughed as he tucked his cock back into his pants.

Y/n was starting to feel lightheaded as Tremor continued to thrust into her. HIs cock was so huge it felt like it was rearranging her guts and she was already on the edge of another orgasm. Her spongy walls quivered around his literal rockhard cock. She wondered if he even felt the pressure of her squeezing around him, but then he started moving faster, harder, slamming his hips into her and all thoughts were wiped from her mind.

She came so hard she felt herself squirt, shaking head to toe as she coated both of them with a slick gush of her cum. Tremor groaned at the sight, hip stuttering as he fucked her through his own orgasm. He came until it was spilling out around his cock and he finally pulled free, watching her hole leaking his thick seed as she lay trembling on the floor. Kano grinned, leaning down so he was close to her head. He patted her cheek as he took in her fucked out expression.

“Look at how fucking cum drunk she is. Fucking gorgeous little slut.” He chortled. “Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll get you cleaned up and find you some new clothes and then we can all have a nice chat about all this. Gods, you really are looking pretty well fucked though. Maybe we should keep you around as our personal slut. Bet you’d like that.”

“Not happening.” Y/n grunted, wondering just how badly bruised she was gonna be in a few hours, now that she had the ability to think at all. “But…” She added as Kano gave her the worlds fakest pout. “It’s gonna be a few days before the rescue party comes and anything could happen between now and then.”

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Day 12 - Somnophilia

Syzoth x F!Reader

Syzoth wakes up next to reader and can't wait to start exploring their body in the early morning. Reader wakes up to a very pleasant surprise

Warnings: Somnophilia, prior consent not given but reader is a willing participant, oral sex, soft sex

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Syzoth scrunched his face as the first beams of sunlight made their presence known before shifting  so his head was burrowed into the crook of Y/n’s neck with a quiet hiss. Though he enjoyed the sunlights warmth, it was too early to be assaulted by its harsh rays. Y/n let out a quiet sigh in her sleep as he pulled her tight to him, preferring the warmth of her body above anything. He was still in awe that he got to wake up next to her every morning; that someone as caring and wonderful as her had come into his life after the horrors he went through as Shang Tsung’s slave.

She had been assigned as his personal guard by Empress Mileena when he first accepted the role of ambassador. She was Umgadi at heart, but now that entanglements were not forbidden, it had not taken long for romance to blossom between them. A few weeks ago, Syzoth had finally plucked up the courage to ask if they could share quarters. Y/n had enthusiastically agreed. Now he got to spend each night basking in her warmth and sharing in each other’s bodies. The feel of her skin against his was heavenly and he couldn’t help the way his hands traced reverently across her arms, down her torso.

He felt his cock stir as she let out a soft sigh, wiggling back to press more firmly against him. He skimmed his fingers down her chest, the barest brush over the swell of her breast, teasing the silken softness of her left nipple. He could feel it begin to stiffen under his touch, but still she slept on. He continued to tease, wondering just how long it would take her to wake if he pressed on. Her breath hitched softly, sweet little sighs escaping as he continued his ministrations.

He pulled away just enough to roll her onto her back, slowly spread her legs apart so he could slip between them with ease. She was already wet even before his tongue flickered out to tease her clit. He felt her muscles twitch and worried he’d move too quickly, but she settled after a moment. Encouraged, his hands settled against her thighs, holding them apart as his long, slender tongue pressed against her hole, dragging up through her slick crease gently over and over. He loved the taste of her, was addicted to the sweetness and couldn’t stop from pushing his tongue into her hole, still loose from the previous night's activities.

He couldn’t help how his hips twitched as he continued to tease, to drink in the slick leaking from her, feeling the way she squirmed beneath his hands. Every now and then a soft moan would pass her lips, her breathing growing shallow and he softly humped the silk sheets beneath him, seeking relief for his aching cock. He needed to feel that tight warmth around him and with a groan he drug himself back up her body, his cock lining up with her slick entrance and he leaned down to kiss her as he slowly pushed forward. 

Inch by inch he slid into her wet hole. He hissed in pleasure as it felt like her body was sucking him in. He finally felt her stirring beneath him, but he couldn’t stop. He paused only for a moment before giving a shallow thrust, then again, until he settled into a steady pace. He saw Y/n’s eyes flicker open, a soft exhale as she brought her hands up to wrap around his neck. He couldn’t help himself from thrusting deeper, watching how her expression changed as he shifted from sleeping to fully awake and aware.

“Good morning, princess.” Syzoth hissed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against her lips. Y/n moaned as he slowly picked up the pace. She was already so close to tipping over into sweet oblivion, her legs quivering as her orgasm bubbled up, a tight knot of pleasure and tension in her core just waiting for the final nudge.

“Mmmm… Good morning indeed.” Y/n hummed. “Couldn’t wait for me could you, Darling?” “You were just so warm, sweetheart. So inviting.” Syzoth groaned, his hands squeezing her legs and pressing them forward, sliding even deeper as he kissed her again. “You were so sweet I just had to slip inside you, had to feel your body wrapped around me.” 

He pounded into her hard and fast and drank up her little gasps as she tensed around him. He felt her orgasms ripple through her in waves, her whole body seizing up beneath him as he continued to chase his pleasure, spilling into her as she squeezed his cock, milking him for every drop as he fucked her through both their climax. When he finally pulled out she was panting beneath him, her face flushed and smiling and he tucked his face into her neck to inhale her satisfied pheromones. 

“I should have woken you first.” Syzoth murmured, sounding guilty even as she felt his tail swishing behind him eagerly, a sure sign that he was already hoping for round two. His tail often made an appearance when he was extremely happy and post sex it was almost guaranteed to be swaying behind him, sometimes thumping the mattress like a dog wagging its tail. She loved knowing she was the one to make him lose that thread of control. “I’m sorry if I overstepped.” “It’s okay, Syzoth. We should probably discuss it before it happens again, but…” “You mean it? I could do this again? You enjoyed it then?” Syzoth interrupted, his tail thumping the bed in excitement. Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Yes, Syzoth, I enjoyed it.” She replied, kissing him softly. “Only once we’ve discussed some boundaries, of course, but I wouldn’t be opposed.” His smile was infectious and she couldn’t keep the stern look on her face. “For now, though, I think you owe me another round. After all, I was asleep for most of the first one.”

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War Prize

Baraka x Reader

(can be read as male or female; no gendered terms used)

TW for non-con, biting, mild belly bulge/cum inflation

Description; You are defeated and taken prisoner during Shao Kahn's invasion of earthrealm. As the one to defeat you, Baraka is given you as a prize by the great Kahn. What does the tarkatan leader have planned for you?

*First time posting something I wrote to Tumblr. First time posting smut. No idea where this came from or why. I just got this idea in my head and decided to roll with it. I hope someone enjoys it.

During The first days of Shao Kahn's invasion of outworld, you had been captured by a horde of tarkatans, lead by Baraka. As one of earthrealms champions, you had been presented to the Kahn as a prisoner of war.

"Their yours, Baraka, a reward for your impressive victory." The Kahn had chortled and you were dragged through the koliseum and out into the wastes of Outworld. The Tarkatan war camp was a nightmare to behold. There were corpses, some whole, some dismembered, most in various states of being skinned, hung up outside of nearly every tent. You closed your eyes aganist the horrific sight, but couldn't block that sweet, putrid stench of decay from invading your senses.

When the tarkatans pulled you up a short set of stairs and threw you down on to a tacky wooden floor, you chanced opening your eyes. The sun blurred your vision as one tarkatan yanked you to your feet. You wanted to resist, to try and make your escape but your arms were bound tightly to your sides and your wrists tied together behind your back with thick, coarse ropes.

It was Baraka who lifted you by the waist and looped your bindings over a hook suspended from what might be a gallows. The hook was sharp and left a shallow cut along your back as Baraka let gravity settle you onto the massive hook. You could just barely touch the wood below with your toes. Enough to take away some of the burden of your weight and lessen the pressure of the ropes digging into your guts. Your arms ached being so tightly bound against you and any struggle would just exhaust you more.

A crowd of Tarkatans were gathering around the stage, more pouring in from the outskirts of the camp. Baraka was speaking harshly to the horde in his native tongue and you had no idea what was being said, but shame burned on your cheeks as the crowd cheered. Fear curled hot and heavy in your guts, flooded your senses with the weight of your panic as it slowly crawled its way up your throat. Would Baraka make it quick, or did Tarkatans like to play with their food first? The thought of this monster flensing you alive, stripping the skin from your bones without giving you a swift death first? It took everything in you not to give in and sob.

Baraka turned toward you and you could swear there was triumph on that twisted face. He leaned in close and you could see his nostrils flare as he scented you. His breath was hot against your cheek as he drew closer. You shut your eyes and jerked back, though that only succeeded in rattling the chains suspending you. You felt harsh fingers dig into your soft flesh as Baraka grabbed your chin to hold you still. A tear finally broke free to trail softly down your cheek and just as softly you felt what must have been Baraka's tongue tracing the path of it. Like the rest of him, his tongue was coarse, rougher than a human's. It scraped under your eye, lapping up the gathering pool of tears threatening to spill before Baraka pulled away.

He shouted once more at the crowd, their cheers drowning out the foreign words and deafening you. You took a deep breath, waiting to feel the sharp sting of teeth or the edge of Baraka's arm blade. You were stunned when you felt two massive hands digging into the fabric of your pants followed by a loud tearing sound that reverberated in your ear drums. You froze, mind unable to fully process what was happening as Baraka moved up, ripping away your top to expose your chest to the ever growing crowd. Strips of ruined fabric were all that was left of your clothes, except what could not be reached beneath the ropes.

A sudden dread swept over you as you felt Baraka's hands trail back to your hips, the rough pads of his fingers scraping against the delicate skin, diggng into the soft flesh. His breath was hot on the back of your neck as he pressed his teeth against your shoulder, inhaling deep to scent the skin where your neck and shoulder met. This, more than anything, finally snapped you out of the fugue that had settled over your mind.

You struggled against the tight bonds, thrashing and twisting to get away from the monster holding you captive. Baraka merely chuffed, his hands digging harder into the delicate curve of you just below the edges of the rope. He yanked you backward against him harshly, your feet slipping away from the wood even as you scrambled to find some purchase. What little comfort that had been afforded to you before was gone as you felt the ropes bite into you deeper.

Baraka wrapped one arm around your waist as the other moved up to close around your throat. His fingers gripped firmly around your neck, the hollow of your throat pressed against the hollow between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed only once, coupled with a low growl, which you knew was the only warning you would get about acting up. You felt a chill travel down your spine as Baraka pressed himself against you. You could feel the hard length of him pressing insistently against your ass and the thought of what came next made you feel sick.

The crowd was jeering, shouting harsh words that you could not interpret and hissing encouragingly at their leader. Baraka settled you back in position before pulling his hands away to fumble behind you. You couldn't see what the Tarkatan was doing, but the soft 'schck' of fabric hitting the floor left little to the imagination. You closed your eyes as Baraka's hands found purchase on your thighs again. You didn't fight as your legs were spread enough for Baraka to press in behind you.

"Please don't fo this." You pleaded, desperate to put a stop to this even knowing you were helpless to stop him.

"Quiet," Baraka growled softly from behind you and you choked back a sob.

You braced yourself for pain, but once again was startled as Baraka soothed the skin beneath his hands.Trembling, you couldn't begin to fathom what the Tarkatan meant by the gesture before you felt that rough, almost sandpaper-esque tongue lick a stripe across your entrance. You gasped, the pain-pleasure combo making you dizzy as Baraka lapped at your hole again and again. Your thighs quivered as Baraka plunged his tongue inside you, fucking you with it, forcing pleasure to pool in your gut even as you weakly tried to protest. You could feel yourself reaching that crescendo as your aborted pleas slowly became little more than moans. As your "no" and "stop" became "yes" and "more" and "please".

Baraka's hands dug harder into your thighs, spreading your legs further so he could fuck his tongue even deeper into you. He lapped up the taste of you with abandon, savoring that salty, musky taste as he pushed deeper still, until you could feel the press of his teeth against your entrance. The thrill of those ivory daggers nestled against your most intimate place drove you over the edge and you screamed as you came, thrashing as the most intense orgasm of your life was wrung out of you, Baraka happily lapping up the mess you left as you quivered from overstimulation.

As you slowly came down from your high, the pain from the ropes digging into you was sharper and you felt your face burning in shame as the crowd cheered louder. You almost thought that was it, until Baraka pressed in behind you, his cock impossibly large and pressing into the crack of your ass. You whimpered as Baraka pressed two fingers into your quivering entrance, lubricating the way with the remnants of your orgasm. He pulled them away with a satisfied growl before manipulating you until your entrance was hovering just above his cock. You had never felt so empty before, never been so achingly hollow, and your body clenched with the need to be full. Knowing it would only hurt to fight what came next, you forced yourself to relax as Baraka began to push into you. He went slower than you expected, but unrelenting as his cock speared you open. You had never imagined something so huge could even fit, but your body opened up around him as he just kept pressing deeper and deeper. Not just big, but impossibly hard with deep ridges on the underside that pressed deliciously against your plush insides.

He seemed determined to make you take all of him, growling as he was met with tighter and tighter resistance. You could swear you felt him in your throat, choking as your breath was punched out of you. You felt Baraka wrap his arms tight around you, pressing so tightly against you that the protrusions of bone on his chest and atms dug into your skin. You could feel the growl make its way through him, your only warning as he thrust up into you. You screamed as his monstrous length bottomed out within you, followed by his teeth digging into the soft flesh of your shoulder. The pain was so all-encompassing as you sobbed and thrashed against him.

Baraka stayed nestled inside you, content to wait until your screams subsided into shuddered sobs. He brushed his hand soothinlgly against your collar bones, tracing the hollow of your throat softly and felt your breath hitch and you lurch with pleasure as his arm brushed against a sensitive nipple. His teeth slowly pulled out of your shoulder as he felt you settle again and he lapped at the blood spilling from the needle like punctures. The roughness of his tongue sent spikes of white hot pain through the torn muscle, mixed with the zing of pleasure as Baraka explored your chest, pinching and plucking at your nipples to feel you squirm against his cock nestled so deep inside you. You were panting, your breath hitching on little moans as you adjusted to the intrusion. Baraka pulled away from the wound on your back, twisting the hook and you with it so he could turn you to face him.

The drag of his cock inside you as he manipulated your body with ease had you choking. Once you were facing him, Baraka leaned down, his tongue laving at one of sensitive nubs eagerly. You could see his face twist with ecstasy as he toyed with each nipple in turn. That rough appendage dragging acrosd the delicate skin and over stimulated nerves beneath, coupled with the constant pressure of his thick length inside was too much. He gave a single. shallow thrust, more to readjust your weight against him than anything, and you moaned, gasping, as a second orgasm tore through you. Baraka pulled back, his hands at your waist as he slowly lifted you. The sensation of the hook dragging against your back was dwarfed by the drag of his cock as he lift you almost completely off of it. Your hole fluttered and clenched at the ache of being empty, though that only lasted a few seconds before Baraka was lowering you back down. You choked as that massive length filled you yet again. You barely registered the ropes falling away before Baraka wrapped his hands around your thighs, jerking your legs up and you had to fling your arms around his neck to stay balanced, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

His cock rubbed your sensitive walls, drawing out soft moans as you lay your head bonelessly against his shoulder. He barked out what may have been an order to the crowd and you were reminded that this whole ordeal had been in front of an audience. You were too tired to care at that point, burying your head into the crook of his neck as your arms tightened around the Tarkatan leader's neck. The press of his sharp protrusions barely noticeable compared to the shallow thrusts of his cock within you as he carried you down the stairs and away from the ever dissipating crowd.

You finally snapped back to reality as Baraka pressed you down into a nest of furs and blankets. You hissed as the soft fabric brushed against the bite on your shoulder, the skin raw and aching. The sun no longer burned your eyes and you blinked, taking in the walls of Baraka's tent. Compared to the macabre sight outside the tent, inside was quite clean and almost cozy. Baraka noticed your hiss of pain and encouraged you to roll over, only pulling out of you long enough for you to untangle your legs from his before thrusting back into you with a satisfied growl. This time the slide into you was nothing but pleasure and you shuddered with anticipation. A part of you, buried deep since this ordeal began, knew that you didn't want this, that this was an assault by the enemy. Despite this, your body had already begun to crave the heavy weight of Baraka pressed inside you; the tight, almost suffocating feeling of his cock buried in your deepest, most intimate parts.

Baraka caged your body between his arms as he leaned down to delicately lap up the few rivulets of blood that had seeped from his bite mark. He inhaled the scent of blood, coupled with the sharp tang of your phermones, and his tongue poked out to taste it. You whined, rocking your body back against his, desperate for him to move as you felt the deep aching need pooling in your guts again. His growl, as he pulled out until only the tip of his meaty cock rested within you, made you gasp, before his hips snapped forward, driving his cock inside you and punching the air out of your lungs. He began to thrust, hard, fast, dragging harshly against your inner walls as you struggled to catch your breath. You could feel the slide in your guts and when you looked down you could see the top of his cock pushing out from the lowest edge of your belly. You moaned, your hand trailing down to press against that bump, feeling that hard length as it rearranged your guts to carve out space for itself.

Baraka hissed and let out a loud groan as he felt your palm press against his cock from the outside. His thrusts became feral as he rutted inside you, making you choke and slide forward from the force. Your orgasm that had been slowly building crashed over you wave after wave as Baraka continued to batter your insides. You were still shaking, riding out the aftershocks as you felt Baraka's arms around your waist, yanking you back and against his chest as he buried himself as deep as he could and painted your insides with his thick seed. You felt pulse after pulse of hot cum shooting from his cock, filling you to the brim. Your hand went to your stomach, brushing against the head of his cock as he shook through his orgasm. It took a full minute for him to finally stop cumming and you could feel that thick seed leaking out from where the two of you were joined. Could feel his cock twitching inside you. Baraka's cock was still impossibly hard and he seemed content to stay buried within you. He lapped at the blood that had seeped out of your wound as you slowly caught your breath.

"Beautiful." Baraka hissed. "I am so glad the emperor let me keep you. I would have been more gentle, but a public claim is required to ensure the clan knows you are off limits."

"You were…claiming me?" Your voice was rough from screaming and disuse. Your throat ached as you spoke.

"Yes. I've been dying to mate with you since our first fight." Baraka growled. His hands worked there way down your body as he spoke, removing the last remnants of your clothes until you were fully naked against him. "At the tournament." He clarified, nuzzling against your neck so he could drink in the sweet smell of arousal within your phermones. "You smelled so sweet, so delicious, I could barely resist claiming you right then." He gave a shallow thrust making you moan. "You are even sweeter than I could have hoped for."

Your breath hitched at the confession as Baraka slowly arranged the two of you on the nest. He kept his thrusts going, shallow and soft, content to feel you squeezing around him and you could feel exhaustion threatening to swallow you. Although you had not consented, you had to admit that Baraka had been much more careful with you than you'd expected. It didn't help that his arms were huge and warm and you felt safe even with those imposing teeth nestled against the hollow of your throat. You should be finding a way to escape. Instead you moaned his name as he snapped for hips forward, his one hand finding its way between your legs to coax one last orgasm out of you. You clenched around him, your body trembling as you felt him coat your insides with another flood of cum before he finally slid out of you.

You whimpered at ache of being empty as you could feel his spend starting to leak out of you. Baraka's hand brushed against your hole, feeling the mess slowly oozing out of you and twisted away for a moment. You could feel him fumbling behind himself for something, then gasped as his hand found your entrance again. Two of his meaty fingers swirled through the mess collecting outside your hole before he slowly eased those digits, cum and all, back into you. He spent a few minutes pumping those digits into you, working his cum as deep as possible. You choked, cumming again even though you hardly thought it possible. He kept softly pumping his fingers, enjoying the way his cum sloshed around inside you as you whined at the overstimulation. Baraka's other hand gently stroked your soft belly, feeling the way the skin was stretched taught over the small pooch that had formed from how well he'd filled you up.

Finally, as tears threatened to spill from your eyes, he removed his fingers and replaced them with something cold and hard. It slipped inside you easily,the bulbous shape and its flared base plugging your hole and preventing any cum from sliding out. You shuddered as it pressed against your sensitive walls. It wasn't as big as Baraka's cock, nothing was, but it helped ease the ache of the emptiness you felt. You clenched around it as Baraka pressed firmly against your back. He kept a tight hold of you, his tongue leaving little trails over your skin. You were too sore to push him off. There was a bone deep exhaustion settling over you from the fighting followed by the most mind blowing, toe curling sex you'd ever experienced. You drifted off to the sound of Baraka growling softly to you in a mix of yours and his native tongue. You only caught a few of the words as the world faded to black.

"My mate."

#mk11 #mortal kombat #Baraka #mk baraka #baraka x reader #Baraka x male reader #Baraka x female reader #wrote this in five hours of feverish fury #Baraka isn't even a favorite character and it's officially the first thing i've posted on AO3 #chibikaosu writes

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Day 14 - Voyeurism

Johnny Cage (mk1) x F!Reader

Reader, sensing Johnny might be a feeling a little lonely at the thought of returning to an empty home, agrees to return to L.A. with Johnny after the battle on the pyramid. After a long flight both are tired and just want to sleep, but reader happens to catch Johnny in the shower and he puts on quite a show for her, even if he doesn't realize it.

Warnings: Voyeurism, Masturbation, Masturbating in shower, non-consensual Voyeurism (though Johnny isn't upset when reader is caught), unrequited love, not actually unrequited love, mutual masturbation

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Y/n sighed, stretching her back as she made her way toward the room Johnny had provided her. Before the tournament, Y/n would never have considered accepting an acting role in a motion picture, but Johnny had managed to talk her into pitching the project with him. Even if she didn’t want to accept a role in the movie he had assured her that she’d be a great addition to his presentation. ‘Sex sells, Y/n,’ he’d told her with a smug grin. She’d rolled her eyes fondly as she agreed to tag along back with him to his L.A. home. 

She hadn’t had anything else going on before Liu Kang had found her so it wasn’t like she didn’t have the time, but, if she was honest, it hadn’t been his confidence or enthusiasm that had sold her on following him home. There had been a sadness in his eyes, his smile not quite able to mask his silent plea that only she had seemed to notice. She had an idea of why he looked so despondent and she’d only been proven right as he’d guaranteed her the VIP tour of his home town. It was the idea of returning to his empty home that seemed to sit heavy in his heart.

She could understand why. His divorce had been settled in his absence while he was training with the monks and despite pretending otherwise, she knew he’d burned a lot of bridges with his friends. Likely the only friends he had were Kenshi and the others and Y/n hoped he counted her among them. He’d laughed off the rejections from the others, but Y/n had been watching him, and had seen his eyes drop just a bit before he’d turned his charm on her. Of course she’d said yes and though she tried to convince herself otherwise, it wasn’t just because she couldn’t stand to see the older man unhappy.

“Uh Oh.” She stopped in the hall and glanced at the doors on either side, trying to remember which room he’d said was hers. They had finally arrived at his mansion less than an hour ago. She’d collapsed on his couch, her muscles aching and exhausted from two days of flying and Johnny dragging her around, and he’d given her directions to her room before excusing himself to shower and change. He’d offered to carry her upstairs, but she’d waved him off saying she just needed a minute to relax and hoped he hadn’t seen the blush on her cheeks. 

They’d flown in first to her hometown so she could check in on her flat and pack a wardrobe more appropriate for a big city rather than meditating and punching the hell out of a bunch of sweaty men. Johnny had run around her place like an overexcited toddler as Y/n unpacked her bags and then he’d taken over the packing process completely, shoving her out of her own room to repack toiletries while he personally selected her wardrobe for the trip. She almost stepped in to take over when she’d heard him saying, ‘gotta pack this sexy little number, for sure’, but he’d followed it up with, ‘Oh yeah these look hella comfy for a movie night’ and ‘Ohh and I remember her wearing those cropped hoodies a lot so like, three of those,’ and she’d been so charmed he would remember something like that she had ultimately left him to the task. 

They’d flown into L.A. that afternoon, but Johnny had detoured to his favorite cafe to get them coffee, then treated her to dinner at his favorite diner, and they’d walked off the meal with a tour outside his mansion. So when they’d finally managed to actually get inside her social battery was drained, her legs felt like lead, and she wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the nearest soft object and melt into it. He’d laughed at her threat to simply sleep on his couch, but she had been half serious because by god it was soft.

All that had led her to this moment of frustration as she tried to remember exactly what he’d said. Based on what she remembered he had directed her to the last door at the end of the hall, but just based on the door and layout of the mansion that almost had to be the master bedroom. There was an open concept sitting room to her left, her right had another door that could be a room, then the door at the end of the hall that was emblazoned with a gold star. He hadn’t mentioned a star, but then again he’d stated it wasn’t the one across from the upstairs lounge. She was tired and decided it wasn’t worth arguing with the actor.

“At this point I don’t care as long as there’s a bed.” She sighed, heading down the hall and through the ornate door. The room was actually quite cozy, less of the modern contemporary feel of the main rooms and more intimate. It had a feeling of being lived in and Y/n still wasn’t convinced this wasn’t the master. The bed at the center of the room looked so comfy and inviting that she actually felt herself swaying toward it. Her bags were waiting at the foot of the bed and Y/n considered just stripping and crawling into the bed as she was, but she decided it would be best to wash off the sweat and grime of several airports and greasy diners so she spent a few minutes digging out what she would need to get cleaned up.

There was a changing room with his and her vanities that opened up to either the bathroom or a walk in closet. The bathroom door was ajar and as she started to push it open Y/n was hit with a puff of warm, steamy air and the sound of running water. She glanced up, confusion giving way to shock as she saw Johnny standing in what may have been the most decadent shower she’d ever seen. The shower had multiple recessed sprayers making it look more like Johnny was standing under a rain cloud. It was huge too, easily enough room for two or three people to shower comfortably. She was so engrossed in the design that it took her brain a moment to catch up to the most important and prominent feature; Johnny was in the shower, fully nude, and his left hand was slowly stroking the length of his cock.

She was sure she heard as her brain powered down for a few seconds, vision blurring as she rubbed at her eyes, sure that she wasn’t seeing things right. It didn’t help, as when things came back into focus it was to the sight of Johnny bracing himself against the shower wall, his forehead resting against his supporting arm as he steadily increased his pace. She swallowed as she watched his lips part as if letting out a wanton sigh, but she couldn’t hear it over the rush of water or the pounding of her own heart. She felt a spike of arousal coil thick and heavy between her legs and her face flushed with shame.

‘I need to leave. Johnny is my friend and I’m just standing here watching him like a pervert.’ She chastised, but her legs were frozen in place, her eyes glued to his strong fingers gripped around his leaking shaft. She clenched her thighs as she watched his hand give a little twist over the tip, wanting nothing more than to join this display of pleasure, but it would be wrong to masturbate to the sight of him, right? To bring herself to completion like the perverted voyeur she was. 

He readjusted, leaning his back against the wall so his other hand was free to roam. He kept the same languid, easy pace on his cock as his other hand skimmed his chest, teasing and pinching. Y/n had to bite down on her free hand to stifle a moan at the sight. How the hell had he maintained a perfect tan underneath his shaolin robes? All that slick, tawny skin on display was making her ache to feel it under her fingers. He moved lower, stroking down his abs, down past his cock to fondle his balls. He had his eyes closed and mouth open and Y/n could just hear the little gasps and moans likely falling from those plush lips.

She stopped thinking of anything that wasn't Johnny. She bit back a whimper as her hand slowly skimmed down her body, sliding beneath the lip of her shorts and pressing roughly against her clit. She rubbed it slowly, her panties wet with slick already creating a rough drag across her skin. She could feel her arousal growing, tight and hot and she nearly drew blood to hold in her moans. She saw Johnny adjust his grip on his cock, his hips thrusting in time with his strokes which were becoming faster, rougher. Her own fingers sped up to match his pace. His face was flushed and twisted up in ecstasy and Y/n could see the moment when his orgasm hit, shuddering and hand jerking erratically.

"Ahh, hnn, Y/n!" He moaned, loud enough she could hear it over the rush of water as he came and she couldn't help but gasp as she felt herself spill over with him. Her other hand twitched violently as Johnny let out a needy whine and to her horror the small bundle of toiletries she was holding clattered to the ground, echoing loudly as it hit the marbled tiles.

She froze as Johnny’s eyes shot up to meet hers, honing in on where her hand was disappearing under her shorts. His cock slipped out of his grasp, still not yet soft but he did nothing to hide his nudity. She wanted to run, but it was like being a deer caught in his headlights as she saw a little smirk grace his lips. He was moving, sliding open the glass shower doors, pace strong and steady as he approached her. She only managed to snap out of her stupor when she felt his hands slide down her sides, settling along the dip of her waist as he tugged her forward into the hot, moist air of the bathroom.

“Enjoy the show, stardust?” Johnny asked, his voice sly as one eyebrow raised up inquiringly. She felt her face flush even redder at the nickname, something he’d started using after he’d watched her fight the first time. ‘You move so fast, like a shooting star. Going to leave the rest of us in the dust aren’t you?’ He’d said it sincerely and Y/n had laughed it off, but then he’d started calling her stardust ever since. “Let's check."

She gasped as he reached down to tug her hand from her shorts. He brought it up to inspect, his tongue darting out to lap at the wet, sticky essence still clinging to them. Y/n let out a small groan as she watched him sucking her cum off her fingers. He released them with an obscene pop."

"Mmm. Delicious." He hummed. "If you wanted to see me naked you just had to ask, honey."

“Omg, Johnny what the hell?! I wasn’t trying to see you naked!” Y/n exclaimed, eyes snapping shut in horror as her brain finally caught up with what was happening. She pressed at his biceps to try and pry his hands away as she let out a slew of verbal nonsense. “I thought this was the guest room cause this is the room you told me to use and my bags are beside the bed and I didn’t mean to walk in on you and I, omg I shouldn't have watched you that was so wrong. Im such a fucking pervert, I'm so sorry Johnny, I never…"

"Calm down, stardust." Johnny interrupted gently. She glanced up as she felt Johnny’s hands tighten on her waist, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the fat of her hips as he stared at her. Her own hands settled along his upper arms, gripping them tight as she watched his eyes dance with barely contained laughter. He leaned down, captured her lips beneath his own as he pulled her firmly against him. His mouth was warm and soft and he kissed her like she was made of the very oxygen he needed to live. It was desperate and needy but filled with a tenderness that had her melting into him, seeking more. She didn’t even notice the hot press of his cock against her stomach or the wetness seeping into her clothes as he took her apart with his clever lips.

“Why not? After all, It was you that had me all hot and bothered to begin with.” Johnny kissed her again, chaste and sweet as he let one hand drift down to squeeze at her pert ass. “Knowing you were going to be sleeping in my bed, hopefully in those cute little PJ’s I packed for you. God, stardust, do you even know how pretty you are? How much I’ve wanted you for months now?” Y/n shook her head.

“Let's get a few things straight.” Johnny laughed. “First of all, I'm not at all upset that you enjoyed my performance. I'm honestly flattered. I would have loved to see your face when you came. Shame I missed it. Next time you should just join me.” He tugged at the hem of her shirt for emphasis and Y/n blushed. “Second, it’s my fault not yours. I wasn’t ready to sleep in that big bed all by myself, so I was going to use one of the guest rooms. I was going to just take a quick shower, but I got a little carried away and that’s on me, not you.”

“Still, I shouldn’t have been watching you… doing that.” Y/n murmured.

“I thought it was just me.” She squeaked and Johnny’s smile grew wider. “Thought maybe you weren’t ready to start looking again, with the divorce and all.”

“I wasn’t before, but that didn't stop me from noticing you, honey.” He smirked. "Now, how about you join me for a nice, long, hot shower and maybe you can give me an encore?" He tugged at her shirt again and Y/n couldn't help the grin spreading across her own face.

"Sounds perfect, Johnny."

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mk #kinktober 2023 #Johnny Cage #Johnny Cage x Reader #MK Johnny #MK Johnny Cage #chibikaosu kinktober #chibikaosu writes

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Day 17 - Glory Hole

General Shao x Reiko x F!Reader

Reader quickly excels into Shao's personal unit, having captured the attention of the General. He offers you the position of Squad morale officer, which you accept readily. You now serve as your fellow soldiers personal cumdump, as well as the General and his second in command Reiko, both of whom you may like a bit more than you are letting on

Warnings: Glory Hole, Slut Shaming, Objectification, plot trying to intrude on my porn, Reader x others (Besides Shao and Reiko)

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Y/n ran her tongue along the underside of the cock she was currently servicing, hollowing her cheeks as she heard quiet grunts from the other side of the wall. Whichever soldier was on the other side of the wall was close. She pulled back, teased the sensitive head a moment before swallowing his length down again with renewed vigor. It didn’t take long before he was spilling down her throat with a soft groan. Y/n let the soldier’s cum pool in her mouth as the soldier pulled back. A few spurts landed on her chin as the cock withdrew, but Y/n merely wiped herself off as she leaned over to spit the cum into a small bucket provided to keep the mess to a minimum.

Officially, her title in the outworld militia was ‘personnel morale officer’, but in reality she served as the unit's personal stress relief. She’d heard rumors before joining the army, even during training, of soldiers who served in the sort of role she now found herself in, but she’d only half believed them. She’d been a prodigy, excelling at both physical challenges and strategic tests such that she’d caught the eye of the general himself. Shao had accepted her straight into his personal contingent once she’d graduated from training.

She’d served under just over a month when the General had cornered her after a particularly rough scuffle and worked out his frustration by fucking her throat. Y/n hadn’t expected the request, and it had been a request, but she’d taken to the task with enthusiasm. She couldn’t deny that the general was handsome and she jumped at the chance to have even a small part of him to herself. Even the massive size of his cock hadn’t deterred her, her mouth watering at the chance to please him. He’d been rough with her, though he’d apologized after as he’d stroked a hand over her sore throat, helping her take slow sips of water and massaging a salve into the tender flesh. 

He’d approached her the next day with the proposition of her doing this for their troop, about 20 soldiers plus the general himself and his second-in-command Reiko. There were rules, of course, as she was still a soldier. Only his personal contingent would be allowed to make use of her ‘services’ and she would be given the highest level of respect from them. She was allowed to set her own boundaries and at any time she was allowed to simply quit with no repercussions. He’d told her to take her time, but she’d agreed then and there.

“I hoped you would agree.” He’d said, his gruff voice sending a shiver through her spine. “I’ve been thinking about your mouth since yesterday. Would love to take my time and really fuck that throat.” Y/n had dropped to her knees with a shudder and took her time to really worship the general’s cock.

It had taken sometime, but she’d found an easy rhythm with the unit. A few times a week she set aside a few hours to provide ‘stress relief’ where she would allow them to use her mouth or her ass as they wanted. Outside of those times, there were a few special circumstances where she might let one or more soldiers spend time with her as a reward, but the majority of her time was spent with the General and, by association, Reiko. She relished every minute she got to spend with Shao, content to hide her true feelings and be his bed warmer and whore. If this was all she could have of him she would take it and it wasn’t like servicing the other men of the unit was a hardship. They treated her like royalty.

Her reflection was interrupted as another cock slipped through the cut out and Y/n leaned in to nuzzle it gently before wrapping her long, slender fingers around the base. It was a game for her, proposed by Ciri earlier that morning. Ciri was one of the other women on the team. Ciri had served in Y/n’s roll a few years prior, though she’d quit once he met her now husband. Ciri’s eyes had gone wide when she learned that Shao himself had requested Y/n take over the position. Apparently he rarely made use of ‘morale officers’ and had never offered the position himself. 

 Y/n had only a moment to ponder that information before Ciri had proposed the idea of a ‘glory hole’. She said she’d learned about it from an earthrealmer a few years before and said she wanted to know if Y/n could identify the unit yet from just their cocks. Of course Y/n had accepted the challenge and so Ciri had spread the word amongst the contingent while Y/n had set up a booth of sorts in her chambers for herself. The men would come in, one at a time, and Y/n gave them a blowjob while Ciri sat outside keeping tabs of who entered. Y/n had her own parchment where she could place her guesses.

She was pretty sure, based on how fast they finished, exactly who she’d just made cum. She stretched her jaw, counting her tally. Had she really gone through everyone? Her throat was pleasantly sore, her jaw tight and aching and she figured she must have been a sight. It had been a few hours, she figured, as she gulped down some water to ease the soreness. She was just about to get up when she heard the door open again. Confused, she nearly asked who was there when a familiar cock appeared through the opening; Reiko. The door slammed shut a second later making Y/n jump as her hand wrapped gently around Reiko’s thick member.

“Heard about the special services being provided today as well, Reiko?” A low, growling voice called out and Y/n shivered as another familiar cock appeared through the hole to her left; General Shao. While Reiko often came by with the other men, General Shao never came to her during her scheduled time. He preferred to spend time with her in the privacy of his chambers. This was unprecedented. 

“Of course, General. I wasn’t going to miss out on an opportunity like this.” Reiko laughed. Y/n rolled her eyes fondly before leaning in to wrap her lips around his thick member. She suckled at it gently, tasting the precum already gathered there as her other hand reached up to wrap around the General’s cock, stroking it how she knew enjoyed. 

Y/n couldn’t help the moan that fell from her lips as she began to bob her head along Reiko’s length. She knew she had a bias where the General was concerned, but she loved Reiko’s cock almost as much. Both her commanding officers were much thicker than the rest of the unit and, especially Shao, had a length proportionate to their size. She let her teeth graze softly along Reiko’s shaft, knowing he loved a little bit of pain mixed in. She took him down farther, his cock hitting the back of her throat and she relaxed it to take him fully. She felt a few drops of drool trickle down her chin as she sucked and slurped at his cock, addicted to the weight of it on her tongue.

“Ooh this slut really knows what she’s doing.” Reiko groaned and Y/n clenched her legs, feeling wetness beginning to gather at her entrance. She liked being of service to the others and had been feeling pleasantly aroused most of the afternoon, but Shao and Reiko both knew how to get under her skin. Just their voices alone usually could make her dizzy and wanting and they both knew it. 

She’d accepted that being close to the General came hand in hand with his second in command and over time she’d started to be just as enamored with Reiko as with Shao. It didn’t help that he was gorgeous and always very generous when he fucked her. He liked to watch her come and often spent more time pleasuring her when they fucked than chasing his own pleasure. He was rough too and had no shame, often bending her over Shao’s desk and fucking her in front of the General. 

Y/n pulled off of Reiko and shifted to take Shao into her mouth. She stroked Reiko’s cock, using her spit to ease the slide as she flicked her tongue over Shao's slit. His cockhead was extremely sensitive and she liked to play with it, suckling and laving at it for a few minutes before taking his length into her mouth. She was rewarded with a guttural growl from Shao as she took him to the hilt.

She bobbed her head faster, taking short breaths on each withdrawal. Shao liked it fast and rough, often just fucking her throat and forcing her to take every inch. It was nice to be in control for once, though she felt hi. Thrust forward, a shallow attempt to chase her throat as she pulled back.

"Quite skilled." Shao agreed with a groan. "Almost as good as our little whore, Y/n."

"Y/n couldn't handle both of us like this. She'd be so whiny, unable to touch her slutty little pussy while she sucked us both." Reiko laughed. "She's such a needy little thing."

Y/n pooped off Shao with a groan and heard both men chuckle. She felt her cheeks grow hot, humiliation painting them pink as she jerked them both off simultaneously as they talked about her like it wasn’t her in the booth. They knew her too well because she desperately wanted to touch herself. All she could do was squirm and whimper as she took Reiko back down her throat.

She alternated between the two, sucking off one while jacking the other off, then swapping. They both had incredible endurance and it seemed as if they were planning to really make her work for it. They kept up the casual conversation, only the occasional groan to indicate there was more happening than just their normal strategizing. Every so often they would drop in phrases to compliment her work, or compare her to ‘their little slut’. Y/n was starting to think she would come untouched before either of them, her cunt a soaking mess as she moaned around Shao’s cock.

“God, this whore is desperate for a taste of my cum.” Shao grunted, thrusting shallowly into Y/n’s mouth. “Think I should give it to her?” “She’s earned it, though we should save some for Y/n later. She’ll be so sad if we waste it all on some common whore.” Reiko replied with a gasp as he felt Y/n’s slick hand give a rough twist over his cockhead. He glanced at Shao, face twisting into a knowing smirk. They were clearly getting her worked up. “Can’t wait to find her when we’re done here. Going to pin her to the nearest surface and fuck her till she’s fucking dripping with my cum.”

“I’ll join you. Been meaning to get a taste of that sweet pussy of hers. Wonder if she’d let me fuck her there while your in her ass. Bet even a slut like her would struggle to take us both.” Shao snarled. “She’s such a perfect little whore, didn’t even have to tell her that cunt belongs to us; only us. Going to fucking wreck it when she finally lets me. Going to ruin her for anyone else. It’s ours.”

“You’ve seen how she stares at us, haven’t you? She’s been drooling for us to fill her up like she needs.” Reiko moaned as Y/n’s strokes grew faster, more erratic. “She loves it when I stick a few fingers in her cunt while I’m pounding her ass. She squeezes them so desperately I know she wishes she could have a cock instead. Always so fucking wet and eager. Surprised she hasn’t begged us for it by now.” 

Y/n felt her whole body spasm as her orgasm crashed over her. Her legs shook, hands moving frantic, grip tight as she let out a guttural moan. She felt Reiko’s cock jerk and had just enough thought to open her mouth as rope after rope of hot cum shot from his slit to land on her face and chest. She swallowed what she could catch, releasing his cock to double her efforts on Shao. She wrapped her lips around his cockhead just as he tipped over into release. His cum filled her mouth to the brim, spilling out the sides and covering her breasts as she pulled back to swallow his seed as well.

She whined when his cock too disappeared, head swimming with the aftershocks of cumming from just their voices alone. It didn’t take much from Reiko and Shao to tear open the door to the makeshift booth. Shao bent down, picking her up off the floor and into his arms to cradle her. Both men had matching smirks as they took in her cum drunk expression, though there was affection reflected in their eyes as Y/n let out a contented hum. Shao brought her to the bed, laid down beside her to slowly stroke her sides as Reiko found a warm, wet rag to wipe the cum from her flushed chest. 

“Look at our sweet little slut, Shao, she’s fucking soaked down here.” Reiko smirked as he wiped up a bit of cum that landed on her thigh. He swept a finger through her crease and Y/n whined, cheeks flushed and still oversensitive from her orgasm. “Did you actually manage to cum untouched, Y/n. Gods your so fucking perfect aren’t you?” Reiko spread her legs to look, diving into the mess between her lower lips, his tongue a hot brand against her fevered skin. He dragged it up across her clit, sucking it lightly and listening to her moan as Shao helped hold her hips down. 

“Ours.” Shao agreed, leaning in to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. She squirmed in his grasp as both men pleasured her. “Do you want that, Y/n? I’ve seen how you look at me; Reiko too. I don’t mind sharing you with the men, but I meant what I said. This here is ours.” His fingers snaked down, plunging into her dripping pussy as Reiko pulled away with a smirk. Y/n could see Reiko stroking his cock, staring at where her tight cunt swallowed the General’s fingers. “You’ll belong to us. Our personal whore.”

“Our lover.” Reiko corrected. “She’s already our whore, but we want more, precious.” Reiko leaned in, captured her lips in a teasing kiss. When he pulled back his lips were replaced with Shao’s, who kissed her deeper, possessively. Y/n nodded.

“Please. Want you both. Wanted you for so long.” Y/n cried. “Hope you're ready, precious.” Reiko lined up his cock with her entrance, pushing in as Shao’s fingers withdrew. “We’re going to take turns fucking you, gonna fuck you together, until you’re too shaky to stand.”

“Going to spoil you fucking rotten.” Shao growled, wrapping a hand around the leg nearest him and lifting it to allow Reiko better access. “Let’s get started then shall we?”

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mk #kinktober 2023 #chibikaosu kinktober #chibikaosu writes #General Shao #Shao Kahn #Reiko #Reiko x Reader #Shao x Reader #Shao Kahn x Reader #General Shao x Reader #Reiko x Shao x Reader

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Day 11 - Lingerie

MK1 Raiden x Reader

Reader gets advice from Johnny about how to get Raiden more riled up in the bedroom. The advice works even better than anticipated

Warnings: Lingerie kink, slight rough sex, Raiden is a cinnamon roll but reader wants him to be a SIN-namon roll

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Y/n and Johnny had become fast friends while at the Wu Shi academy, which is how he knew all about her hopeless crush on Raiden, and he’d been her self-appointed wingman leading up to and following the tournament. So he  had been ecstatic when he’d learned she had finally asked Raiden out, going out of his way to set up a romantic dinner for his friends, and later pestering her for every little detail about their blossoming romance. 

“Johnny, I'm being serious here.” Y/n pouted. Johnny couldn’t help his laughter though and only cackled louder when she kicked him from under the table. “You’re a jerk.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I just never expected you’d be asking me for help with… well.” Johnny leaned in, taking a sip from his milkshake to stifle another fit of giggles. He had invited the other champions to L.A. to stay with him for a few weeks so he could give them a tour and just hang out in general. Raiden, Kung Lao, and Y/n had flown in a week ago and Kenshi had shown up two days later and Johnny couldn’t be happier. Ashrah and Syzoth had declined joining them this time, still adjusting to life at the Wu Shi academy.

Seeing how genuinely happy Johnny was for her made it easy for Y/n to open up and spill all the disgustingly sweet moments they’d shared over the last two months. So easy, in fact, that she had finally confessed to Johnny that she could use a little advice. Johnny had jumped at the chance to help, dragging her off to his favorite Cafe after telling Raiden and the others that they needed a girls day out. Y/n had rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help laughing at the confused looks Raiden, Kung Lao, and Kenshi shared as she was ushered promptly out Johnny’s front door. Which is how she found herself seated across the actor, waiting patiently for him to compose himself so they could continue their conversation.

“Okay, okay. I’m done.” Johnny grinned. “Seriously though, you really know how to surprise a guy.” He leaned forward, voice dropping so they wouldn’t be overheard. “Never thought Raiden would be a disappointment in bed; the guy seems really eager to please.”

“I never said he disappointed me, asshole.” Y/n hissed. “I just, he’s a fucking cinnamon roll okay? He’s sweet and gentle and he treats me like I’m made of glass.” She sighed. “Which is great, but I just want him to lose control, just a little bit.”

“I get it.” Johnny chuckled. “Love-making is all well and good, but sometimes you just wanna get fucked.” Y/n threw her hands up.

“I must be out of my mind.” Y/n grimaced as she glanced at herself in the mirror. She’d spent a whole afternoon being dragged from shop to shop, Johnny easily dropping a few grand on getting her a brand new wardrobe just for this occasion. She’d been shocked, but mildly curious as Johnny had ferried her to no less than seven different specialty shops and helped her pick out a wide selection of lingerie. It had only taken him walking out of an adjacent dressing room in the most feminine bralette and panties Y/n had ever seen for her to put on a fashion show for him, laughing as he gave a little twirl in the tiny skirt.

“Exactly!” She glanced around sheepishly, but no one was paying them any mind where they were tucked away and Y/n let her voice drop down again as she continued. “Look If it’s too awkward for you to give me advice then I understand but I figured if anyone could help me, it’s you.”

“Oh I am more than happy to give you advice, thunder bae.” Johnny grinned. “Look, the best way to get someone like Raiden to cut loose, is to tease him. Best way to do that?” His grin grew wider and Y/n knew she was in trouble when he winked at her before draining his coffee in a single gulp. “Well that, my friend, will require a shopping trip.”~

He’d been practically giddy, picking out different sets and giving her genuine feedback. He’d purchased a few pieces for himself too and tried each one on for her as well. It wasn’t often she indulged in her feminine side and that Johnny fully embraced it with her had been such a refreshing change of pace from the constant training that was her normal life. When they’d returned to his mansion both had been giggling, arm in arm, leaving the others only more confused as to what the two of them had gotten into during their time together.

Y/n hadn’t tested any of it while they were in L.A., much to Johnny’s disappointment. She had since returned to Fengjian with the two of them, having been offered a place to stay with Madam Bo when they weren’t at the Wu Shi academy. Raiden had met her for dinner a few evenings after they had returned and she decided it was time. She’d asked him to join her in her room and snuck away to quickly change while he helped Madam Bo clean up. She was starting to second guess herself though as she fidgeted with the sheer fabric. Her decision was made for her as she heard the door creak open on the other side of the room.

“Sorry for the wait, Y/n. I helped Madam Bo clean up a few other tables before… oh?!” Raiden jerked, slamming the door shut behind him harder than intended, his eyes glued to his lover’s body. Y/n bit her lip, hoping she didn’t look as awkward as she watched Raiden’s eyes comb over her. She saw the confusion give way to arousal as he strode toward her, hands reaching out to circle her waist, pulling her against him sharply before he finally seemed to snap back his senses.

“Sweetheart, you look… What is this?” He asked, eyes wide with wonder as he continued to take in the ensemble. Y/n bit her lip as she blushed, unable to look up and meet his eye as his hands stroked the bare skin at her sides. 

“Do you like it?” Y/n asked. She wrapped her hands around his neck as his hands tightened against her waist again. She’d started with the first outfit Johnny had chosen for her, a sheer slip styled like a cheongsam, with deep slits laced together on either side and black silk thong under it. Raiden swallowed.

“You look beautiful.” Raiden sounded awestruck. She could feel the tremble in his fingers as he tugged her closer to him and she smiled, finally glancing up to meet his eyes. She sucked in a breath at the amount of want she saw. “Can I…?”

“You can touch, Raiden.” Y/n murmured and she could almost hear the sound of something snap as Raiden tugged her up into a rough kiss, lips and tongue artfully dancing across her own as he walked her back toward her bed. He pushed her into the plush mattress, hands trailing up to tease her breast beneath the silky fabric as she moaned into his kiss. She threaded her fingers into his hair as he broke away from her lips, kissing his way down to suck and nip at her neck. He nudged his leg between hers, felt her grind against it as he continued to tease the spots he knew drove her wild.

“Y/n, sweetheart, this looks so good on you.” Raiden groaned, hands stroking the fabric under them, sending shivers up her sides. “So pretty. You dressed up just for me, didn’t you?” He reached down, slid two fingers down to tease her clit before slipping them inside her. “God, you’re already so wet. I could just slide right in couldn’t I?”

“Please, Raiden. I need you.” Y/n whined, squirming beneath him as he continued to explore like it was their first time again. She had not expected his reaction to be so visceral, but she was loving how eager he was. Each touch was just a little rougher than normal and before she realized he’d even pulled his hands away from her she could feel him lining the tip of his cock up with her entrance.

She moaned as he pressed forward, his cock sliding into her with ease as he braced himself above her. She barely had time to wrap her legs around him before he began to thrust. His rhythm was hard, fast, and he couldn’t stop his own quiet grunts and whimpers as he leaned in to kiss her again. He grabbed her thighs and tugged them hard, slinging them over his shoulders so he could press her harder into the mattress and press deeper inside of her. 

Y/n felt each slick drag of Raiden’s cock inside her, pleasure pooling hot and heavy in her core as he chased his pleasure within her. She could feel his thrusts grow erratic, his lips hot against her own. She gasped as his fingers stroked over her clit and she felt the orgasm rip through her nerves, her walls squeezing his cock as she pulled him over the edge with her. He stilled, hips pressed flush to her own as he spilled his seed inside her, moaning against her kiss swollen lips.

“You really liked this, didn’t you?” Y/n laughed as Raiden slipped free, collapsing beside her with a groan. She rolled over and tucked her head into his neck, hands trailing down his still clothed body.

“Did you get anything else?”

“I don’t know what came over me. You just looked so…” Raiden cleared his throat even as he tugged her against him, hands trailing soft trails down her spine, lingering over the feel of silk beneath his fingertips. “What brought this on?”

“I could tell you were holding back a bit, treating me like glass.” Y/n replied honestly. “Wanted to see if I could give you a little encouragement. That’s all.”

“Well it worked.” Raiden replied, rolling over so he could face her, placing a gentle kiss against her lips. Then, his face scrunched up in thought. “Wait. Is this what you and Johnny were giggling about last week? Did you?” He frowned. “Did you go lingerie shopping together?”

“He might have recommended a few things.” Y/n kissed him again. “Is that a problem?” She saw him glance down again, eyes already foggy with renewed interest and he smiled.

#mortal kombat #Working on catching up but entries may bleed into november at this point cause my brain is bad at focusing #mk1 #mk #kinktober 2023 #Raiden x Reader #MK Raiden x Reader #Human Raiden #MK1 Raiden #chibikaosu writes #chibikaosu kinktober

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Day 8 - Breeding Kink

Baraka x M!Reader

Tarkat has some strange effects, including sending it's victims into a heat/rut cycle every six months. Baraka, no longer contagious, spends his upcoming rut with his new partner, filling him up to bursting. Reader is AMAB and male pronouns/anatomy used Warnings: breeding kink, slight mention of mpreg (not actual mpreg tho), cum inflation, belly bulge, not ABO but Baraka is experiencing a rut, slight cock warming, rough sex, biting and blood play (very slight, Baraka is a sharp boy), enthusiastic consent

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The feeling of Baraka’s arms around his waist, tugging him flush against the Edenian’s fevered skin made Y/n squirm with anticipation. Since Empress Mileena’s court mages had discovered a way to prevent people already infected with Tarkat from spreading the disease, he had finally entered into a tentative relationship with the Tarkatan leader. It had taken much convincing on his part for Baraka to give him a chance, but he’d been awed by the man’s perseverance and fortitude and Baraka was equally as charmed by Y/n’s admiration.

            It wasn’t long after Baraka had entered courtship with him that they‘d fallen into bed together. Baraka had been so gentle, aware just how many ways he could hurt his lover, but Y/n was always quick to reassure him and slowly, Baraka had become more open with his affections. He still treated his partner delicately, sometimes infuriatingly so, so it came as a surprise when Baraka, looking quite embarrassed, had requested Y/n to assist him with his rut. Male Tarkatan experienced a sort of pseudo heat/rut cycle, once or twice a year, likely as a side effect of the infection. They would be hit with a strong fever and the strong urge to breed that, if left to fester, could be extremely painful.

            Y/n had been quick to agree, reassuring Baraka again that he trusted him, that it would be okay if Baraka couldn’t be as gentle as he usually was. He understood Baraka might become a little feral once the rut was in full swing, and they had discussed a few precautions and safety measures, but there had been no need for those. Since Baraka had first stripped the clothes from his own fevered skin the day before, he had made it his single-minded focus to shower Y/n with pleasure and they were well into full rut now.

            He felt Baraka thrust his cock forward, rutting shallowly against Y/n’s hole, still wet from the cum Baraka had already pumped into him. Baraka had been insatiable before this, able to cum several times before he was satisfied, but now it dialed up to eleven. No matter how long he went or how much he came, Baraka always seemed ready to go within a few minutes. Y/n was too weak and tired to protest, body sore in the best of ways as he felt the tip of Baraka’s cock catch on his fluttering rim, pushing into him with a slick squelch.

            “Are you sure you don’t need a break,” Baraka growled, teeth pressed against Y/n’s shoulder even as he bottomed out in the smaller man. Y/n gasped as Baraka pressed against his prostate and trembled in his arms. Y/n twisted, pressed his lips against Baraka’s nose as he rocked his hips back encouragingly.

            “Take what you need, sweetheart.” Y/n murmured. “Want you inside me, always, feels so good.” Baraka hissed, teeth scraping against Y/n’s delicate flesh as he began to thrust, slow but powerful thrusts, each one punching into Y/n’s sweet spot.

            Y/n felt his cock stirring. He hadn’t managed to get more than half-hard for the last few hours, his cock utterly spent and oversensitive, but it seemed his body was finally ready to participate again. One of their safety measures meant Y/n had to have a very awkward conversation with his sister who would be lingering within the Tarkatan colony to pull him out should things go south. She’d hugged him, told him that he was lucky she loved him enough not to vomit while discussing his sex life, before she’d gone to a few Outworld healers to see what they could whip up to assist him. Apparently those infected with Tarkat were not the only Outworld race to experience heat/rut cycles and he’d been supplied with protein shakes laced with low grade aphrodisiacs to help him keep up.

            Baraka had just finished helping him drink one of them an hour ago, holding the straw his sister had been smart enough to procure to his lips and had stroked his stomach as Y/n drank. He was grateful they seemed to be working as his cock began to leak pre-cum from Baraka’s assault on his likely swollen prostate. Baraka fought to keep things slow, languid, for as long as possible, but the heat burning under his flesh always won. He started to rut harder, faster, clawed hands that were surprisingly beautiful grasping Y/n’s hips so he could pull him down to meet each thrust and Y/n couldn’t help letting out gasping, breathy moans with each drag of Baraka’s cock.

            “Gods you’re still so tight.” Baraka hissed. He rolled Y/n onto all fours, pulling his hips up so he could thrust into him even harder. Y/n spread his legs wider, rocked back to match Baraka’s rhythm. He felt Baraka’s hand sneak under him, pressing a hand to his belly, and the Tarkat shuddered to a halt. Y/n whimpered as the orgasm that had been steadily building fizzled out, watching Baraka’s hand stroke the hard lines of his stomach. The tiniest hint of a bulge could be seen as Baraka pressed into him deeper and Y/n moaned, realizing that Baraka was so big he could feel his own cock buried inside him. “Feel that? How perfectly you were made for me.”

            “Baraka, please.” Y/n whined. “Please, need you to fill me up with your cum; want to be full of you.” Baraka began to thrust again, hard enough that Y/n could see the tip of his cock poking his skin every time he buried himself in his tight heat. Baraka had already cum in him so many times that it sloshed around inside him, but he didn’t care. He had to have more. The sensation when Baraka came was addicting; his whole body was burning from the rut, his cock a molten heat against his sensitive walls, and his cum just as hot and thick and Y/n moaned with need as Baraka growled into his ear.

            “Not full yet?” Baraka hissed. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you. Still so tight even after I’ve fucked you nonstop for a whole day.” He pressed harder against Y/n’s belly, relishing the sweet noises it evoked from his lover. His other hand squeezed at the supple flesh of Y/n’s ass, claws digging gently into the skin. Y/n’s back was a mess of tiny abrasions and cuts from where he’d rubbed against the protrusions on Baraka’s chest. Baraka leaned down, lapped at the raw skin with his tongue, cleaning up the tiny specks of blood that stained each one.

            “Going to fill you up so well with this one.” Baraka groaned. “The last times were just warm up, preparing you to be bred.” Y/n moaned at that and he heard Baraka laugh. “Do you want that, darling? Want me to breed you, fill you up with my seed? Wish I could breed you for real, you’d look so beautiful carrying my child.” Y/n let out another gasp, picturing it in his mind as Baraka reached down to stroke his cock in time with his thrusts.

            “You’ll look the part when I’m done.” Baraka continued, savoring the symphony of moans and gasps that Y/n could no longer control. “I should plug this whole between rounds, ensure none of my seed is wasted, and just fuck more into you over and over.”

            Y/n felt something snap inside him as Baraka hit his prostate with a final thrust, his hand furiously stroking Y/n’s aching cock, and he came with a scream, painting the sheets below him with cum as Baraka unleashed a torrent of his own inside him. His whole body felt on fire, burning up from the inside as he was hit by wave after wave of aftershocks, the longest orgasm he’d ever experienced. His cock didn’t even soften as Baraka continued to shoot rope after rope of cum into him, until his stomach cramped and stretched to accommodate. His arms shook with the effort not to just collapse under him.

            “Gods you’re perfect.” Baraka breathed, his hand stroking softly over Y/n’s swollen belly. As gently as he could manage, he rolled Y/n onto his back, sliding a pillow under his hips to keep them tipped upward, before sliding back into Y/n’s drooling hole. Y/n keened, feeling his own cock jerk, still hard and weeping.

Baraka wasted no time building their rhythm back up, looping his arms under Y/n’s knees to sling his legs up around his neck. Y/n barely registered the pain of his calf scraping against Baraka’s protruding bones as he was folded up into a mating press, allowing Baraka to thrust even deeper. He rutted into him rough, shallow, barely pulling back before punching his prostate again and again, a constant drag across the abused organ. All Y/n could do was hang on as Baraka drove into him over and over.

He had barely recovered from the last orgasm and already that liquid heat was pooling in his core, his cock slapping against the tiny swell of his stomach wetly. His balls were tight, aching, and ready to spill over the edge and Y/n squirmed, wanting to escape the torturous assault yet hoping Baraka would never stop; would use him like this for the rest of his rut. He reached for his cock, desperate for any sort of friction to help tip him over into oblivion but with a growl Baraka snatched his hands away, pinned them above his head. Y/n made a distressed noise, struggling against Baraka’s restraining grip but he was too tired and Baraka too strong. He let out another anguished moan as Baraka dropped his head, tongue snaking out from his teeth to tease his nipples, alternating between them with a wet slurp.

“You’ll come on my cock and nothing else,” Baraka snarled. Y/n felt tears spring into his eyes as he felt his cock twitch and jerk, the softest brush of Baraka’s abs against it the only friction he received. Baraka pulled up, taking even that away as he let out a feral growl before rutting into Y/n harder still. “Do it, darling, let me watch you fall apart. Come for me.”

Y/n felt his muscles clench, balls drawn so tight it hurt as he crashed over the edge, vision going white as the orgasm surged through him. Baraka fucked him through it, chasing his own release and howling in victory as he came again, watching in awe as Y/n’s belly stretched around the hot, gush of seed. He stilled inside him, keeping him plugged up as he pumped more and more cum into his lover, watching him writhe under him as he was forced to accept every drop. Baraka leaned down, pressed his teeth against Y/n’s parted lips and slipped his tongue inside the warm, inviting cavern of his mouth. They tangled together, the closest Baraka could come to kissing, but Y/n loved it when he indulged. 

They stayed that way for several seconds until Baraka finally unhooked the smaller man's legs from his shoulders, carefully helping him settle around him before grasping Y/n’s waist with both hands, thumbs stroking the slight bulge of his stomach. His face twisted up in what Y/n knew from experience was a devious smirk, eyes filled with equal parts awe and hunger as he watched Y/n’s breathing even out, eyes half lidded and wet with unshed tears.

“Oh fuck.” Y/n moaned as he propped himself up to look at where Baraka’s thumbs were worrying his sensitive skin. HIs stomach was no longer flat, skin stretched up into a slight bump that made him look like he was a few months pregnant. He reached down to feel for himself, gasping as the lightest press sent a bolt of pleasure straight to his cock. He collapsed back onto the pillows with a moan as he felt Baraka shift and turn, manipulating him back to their former position with Y/n as the little spoon. He did so gently, careful to keep himself sheathed inside Y/n’s tender hole so that nothing would spill out. Y/n choked as Baraka’s fingers trailed down to press at where his cock met the swollen rim, pressing a few drops of cum that had leaked out back inside him, his body stretching to accommodate the additional intrusion. 

“So full, sweetheart, Baraka, please.” Y/n whimpered, not quite sure what he was asking for. Baraka’s finger slipped out as he tugged Y/n flush to him, buried as far as he could go into Y/n’s wet heat. It was only the second day. Baraka’s rut normally would not break until the third day, sometimes going into four. If he kept this up, forced Y/n to hold it all inside? Y/n shuddered at the thought, but he knew Baraka wouldn’t force him to take more than he could handle, and Y/n was starting to enjoy the feeling of being so full

“Can’t believe how much you took. So beautiful.” Baraka bit gently into Y/n’s shoulder, the need to mark his claim on him too strong to ignore. Y/n hissed, but didn’t complain, the pain grounding him back to reality as he felt Baraka’s hips start twitching again. Y/n shuddered, not sure his body could take more right now. “It’s alright, you take a break, love. I’ll make sure nothing leaks out while you sleep.” Y/n nodded, eyes already beginning to sag as he felt Baraka’s hand move down to cup his aching stomach. “I’ll have more for you when you wake.”

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Day 10 - Praise Kink

Fujin x F!Reader

Reader discovers Fujin's loves being praised and uses it to full advantage in their relationship. Chapter is softer, a bit of build up and really sweet. Fujin is very much a service top in this

Warnings; mild verbal restraint, Praise kink, Fujin deserves good things

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Y/n noticed it well before Fujin ever confessed feelings for her. He had been the one to recruit her as an earthrealm champion, impressed with her determination and creativity. They had trained together almost every day since. Fujin was an excellent teacher, endlessly patient as he taught her not only how to control her own innate magic, but gentle as well. It hadn’t taken long for her to start feeling the first flutters of affection for the wind god, but she was content just being his student, his friend, but she couldn’t help that she started studying him closer. She wanted to learn everything she could so she began cataloging each little smile or laugh, compiling each mention of something liked or disliked, until it became second nature. 

Which is why she had learned pretty early in their training that Fujin loved praise. He was kind, words of admiration rolling off his tongue with ease. It was so easy for him, so genuine, that Y/n was convinced negativity didn’t exist in his vocabulary. So the first time he’d come to her, asking to show him how she had done a certain cartwheel kick that he couldn’t seem to land, Y/n had observed first hand how that same praise made him preen. He worked hard over the course of the afternoon, paying close attention to her as she broke down the move and finally landed the complicated kick against a training dummy. She had clapped and done a little dance, commented at how perfectly executed it, and his reaction had been instant.

His face had flushed red, his glowing white eyes visibly going soft and downcast as he’d said it wasn’t all that impressive, a timid smile on his beautiful face. Y/n had felt her heart skip a beat at having made him so happy and had cataloged the reaction away to examine later. Over time, she’d started slipping more little praises and words of affirmation into their interactions and each time he turned into a blushing, stuttering mess. It was unfairly adorable and only made Y/n fall more and more in love.Since their courtship began, Y/n had taken full advantage of all she’d learned about Fujin during their time together to keep him feeling happy and loved.

So, driven with a need to put her knowledge to the test, Y/n had instantly applied what she knew in their bedroom activities and discovered that his reaction to praise during training was nothing compared to the way he’d melted the first time she’d dropped praise while making love. His gentle nature carried over to the bedroom and their first time he had been very cautious, asking for permission with each new exploration of her body, and Y/n had been so caught up in the tenderness of it that she’d simply slipped into habit. She’d let out a string of affirmations at how good he made her feel, how wonderful his hands felt, and within minutes Fujin had let out a throaty groan, coming in his pants like a horny teenager. He’d blushed and stuttered apologies and Y/n had simply cupped his face with a laugh and told him how much she loved him, but now she knew exactly how to get him going, which all led up to this moment.

“Oh my god, babe.” Y/n moaned as she thrust two fingers up into her tight hole, eyes locked with Fujin’s as she slowly stretched herself to take him. Fujin groaned, hands clenching around her calves as he fought to keep his hips from jerking into the air. She had promised to take good care of him as she’d pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips so his cock was firmly pressed between her pert ass cheeks. She’d placed his hands at his side, told him he could hang on to her legs if he needed to, and then had proceeded to tease him relentlessly. “You’re so beautiful.”

She had nipped and sucked her way down his chest, teasing new with gentle hands and a warm, slick tongue. She’d spent several minutes sucking and licking each nipple, switching between them every so often. His chest was so sensitive she’d actually made him cum once just by nipple stimulation alone. She decided to take pity on him this time, pulling away just before he reached his climax and he let out a needy whine as she lifted her hips to begin preparing herself to ride him. 

“You’re being so good for me.” Y/n crooned, rocking back against his aching shaft as she brought her free hand up to tease her own breast. She felt how his breath hitched, body seizing beneath her and abs drawn tight. There was a hungry gleam in his frosty white eyes as he watched her pleasure herself and his hands flexed again. “Ready for your reward?” He gasped when she reached under her to grasp his cock, holding it steady as she lowered herself onto the thick shaft. Even with ample prep and foreplay it was always a stretch to take Fujin’s cock and he always seemed concerned he might hurt her despite her assurances otherwise. To her, this only drove her to reassure him more, and the best way to do that was…

“So big, babe. You fill me up so good.” Y/n praised as she felt herself fully seated on him.

“Are you sure it isn’t too much?” Fujin murmured, concern and admiration in equal measure warring behind his eyes.

“Feels perfect, babe. Love being stretched out and full of your gorgeous cock.” Y/n trilled. Fujin could only moan, wanton and needy, as Y/n slowly began to rock her hips, sliding up and down in a shallow rhythm as she adjusted to his size. She felt his hands squeeze tighter, leaned down to brace her hands on his chiseled abs so she could ride him in earnest. The drag of his cock against her inner walls felt truly heavenly with each bounce of her perky ass. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him, watching his face twisted with ecstasy, forehead scrunched and eyes squeezed shut. He threw his head back in a moan as she picked up speed, and couldn't stop the desperate pleas that fell from his lips.

“Please, tempest, darling…” Fujin keened. “Please.” 

“So proud of you, asking for permission.” Y/n praised. “You’ve been so good for me, always so good for me, babe. You can touch now, sweetheart.” 

His hands shot up, stroking her waist reverently before he began to bounce her harder up and down on his cock, guiding her movements which only encouraged her to quicken her pace. He groaned, hips stuttering and before she had a chance to react he flipped her over, plunging his cock back into her molten core the second her back hit the mattress. He always got so desperate when she teased him, yet she knew he could go harder, really bruise her if he wanted. She felt her own climax quickly building, hot and heavy in her core, but she was determined to make him spill first. 

She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him down into a passionate kiss before making her way lower to wrap her lips around one of his swollen, puffy nipples and biting gently. She felt his back arch, thrusts stuttering as he started to come in thick hot spurts and she snaked a hand down between them to finger herself, rubbing at her clit in tandem while he fucked her through his orgasm. She came just as gave one final thrust into her, holding himself flush to her entrance as she felt the heavy coil of tension burst and flood her with a crescendo of syrupy pleasure. 

“Love it when you let loose, babe.” Y/n murmured as Fujin collapsed onto her with a groan. He was heavy, but she didn’t mind, arms wrapping around his back to massage the spasming muscles lovingly.

“You are a menace, tempest.” Fujin replied, a chuckle on his lips. He rolled onto his side, pulling her into his arms and placed a gentle kiss on her nose. She had a smirk on her face as she locked eyes with him.

“A menace, me?” She kissed him again. “That was only round one, sweetheart.” She purred, hands tugging at his braid, playing with the silky strands that had fallen loose. “And I’m just getting started.”

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Day 6 - Uniform Kink

Reiko x F!Reader

Reader is a sucker for a man in uniform and Reiko is quick to notice the instant attraction. He drags reader into her room and fucks her fast and rough.

Warnings: Uniform kink, verbal humiliation, biting, rough sex, slight blood play, Reiko likes to bite, and be bitten, very slight dubious consent as Reiko doesn't really ask before jumping reader, but reader is consenting, slight blood kink

Reiko pinned Y/n’s hands behind her back, his hips grinding against her ass as he bit sharply into her neck. She jerked, crying out in pain from the bite, coupled with the sharp edges of his armor left pinpricks against her flesh, tiny drops of blood rising to the surface. She could feel his tongue lapping up the blood he’d drawn, sure that there would be a perfect imprint of his teeth in the junction of her neck and shoulder. The hand not pinning her hands was wrapped securely around her waist, keeping her snug against him.

“You love this, don’t you?” Reiko rasped, sucking a bruise against her pulse point, hand trailing down to rub harsh circles against clit. Y/n gasped, her crease growing wetter as he continued to nip and suck at her exposed flesh, his grip tight enough that Y/n knew there would be bruises on her wrists. “You have such beautiful skin; so smooth, so… unblemished. I bet you bruise so pretty.” Reiko Smirked against her flesh, plunging three fingers into her slick core and relishing the choked out gasp she gave at the sudden stretch; pain and pleasure mixing together in a delightful symphony.

“I noticed right away.” Reiko continued, his fingers dragging against her sensitive walls with every press, his teeth sinking into the mark he’d already made, etching it even deeper into her flesh. 

Y/n hadn’t intended to end up here, naked and vulnerable and pressed against the general’s second in command, but he’d caught her staring and she couldn’t help but stare at him as he’d made his entrance at the tournament. She had always been drawn to a man in uniform, the clean cut lines, the evocation of authority over others. She hadn’t realized that those feelings could be dialed up to eleven, turned almost feral, as she’d watched the way Reiko had strode past the earthrealm champions. He’d oozed confidence and strength, yet not quite masking the undercurrent of danger he exuded.

Even though Raiden had won, Reiko had still held himself dignified in his defeat. He’d met her eye as he’d brushed himself off, having caught her staring at him red handed. He hadn’t bothered with subtlety, checking her out from head to toe before meeting her gaze with wild, hungry eyes and a viscous smirk. Y/n could already feel her arousal stirring then, before he’d spent the majority of the banquet undressing her with his eyes. He’d cornered her on her way to her rooms, shoving her through her door, his lips heavy and ruthless as he’d kissed the breath out of her. His hands had found purchase on her wrists, tugging her against him as he’d plunged his tongue past her lips, exploring with a single-minded focus that left her feeling lightheaded. 

Reiko had pulled back only for a moment, seeking permission to continue, hands gripping firm, but gentle as he waited for her to catch her breath. Y/n had swayed forward, nodding her assent, a barely whispered ‘please’ against his lips as she initiated the second kiss. That had been all that was needed for the dam to break. Reiko had torn her clothes to shreds. His frenzied hands had felt like a brand on her skin as he’d ripped the layers off her one by one. She had protested, but he’d merely silenced her with a kiss and assertions that he would have them repaired later. 

“I saw you watching me, staring at me.” He had said, his hands groping and squeezing at her delicate flesh as she’d choked out a moan. “The desire in your eyes was palpable. I never expected one of you earthrealm brats might actually be entertaining.” Reiko growled. “You’re sweet pussy was practically drooling just watching me. What was it that made you so wet?” Y/n had whined, face flushed and eyes glued to the ground beneath them.

“I just…” Y/n bit her lip, glancing up as the heat on her face became an inferno. “I love a man in uniform.” Reiko’s eyes had lit up, one hand reaching down to adjust himself in his pants before he’d spun her around, pinned her in place like she’d weighed nothing. 

Reiko’s hand moved furiously within her, adding the fourth finger to the three already stretching her beyond her comfort. His thumb pressed into her clit, stimulating it with careful strokes, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her legs were trembling, muscles threatening to give out as he assaulted her tender flesh, but he kept her tucked close, his arms taking the bulk of her weight. He loved how easily she’d succumbed to his touch.

“So it’s my clothes that turn you on, eh?” Reiko grunted as he tugged her back hard, each sharp point and hard line of his armor pressing until more droplets of blood swelled from the pinpricks he’d left behind. “Or is it something else, something more… primal.” He emphasized his words with a thrust of her fingers, his hips grinding his cock against her ass as she gasped. Tears were welling at the corners of her eyes as she squirmed, ignoring the slivered feelings of pain beneath the skin.

“Please, Reiko…” Y/n didn’t actually know what she was begging for, but she needed him to keep moving, keep thrusting into her until she finally spilled over the edge, but he merely laughed at the desperation in her voice. 

“Nope.” Reiko teased, his thumb flicking her clit just once, relishing how it made her jerk against him. “I want to hear what it is about me that makes you this wet.” He ripped his hand free, showing her the sticky, glistening threads of her slick between his thick fingers. “Tell me.”

“It’s not just the clothes.” Y/n choked, face so flushed she could melt the metal he had pressed against her. “It’s the power they represent; the authority.” She whimpered. “You’re so big and broad, but the uniform just enhances it all. You’re gorgeous.”

“I knew I had you pegged right from the start.” Reiko laughed. “Little slut like you. Bet you wished I’d have just stripped you down right there, in front of those other pathetic earth-realmers, didn’t you? You wanted me to show them how a real man, a soldier, could fill you up better than they ever could.” Y/n let out a gasp that Reiko readily swallowed as he spun her around, his lips crashing into hers. He nipped her lower lips until it was swollen and puffy before pushing his tongue back inside to war with her own. The kiss was a wet, sloppy display of his power that had her melting against him. 

“Here’s what's going to happen next.”He growled, voice so raspy and alluring, deepened just a touch from lust as he grabbed her hips in a bruising hold. “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck your sweet, tight, slutty pussy until you squirt all over my uniform, and then I plan to eat you out until your crying and begging to come again… and then I’m going to fuck you again until your pussy is dripping with my cum. Does that sound good, my little slut?” Y/n gasped out a ‘yes, please’ and Reiko grinned again.

It was only a few quick strides to his bed.He tossed her onto it, setting her up so her ass was just at the edge, her legs spread wide to invite him into their cradle. His bed was the perfect height for what he planned. He leaned over her, pinning her hands against the thick, cushioned surface, her soft tits squished against the cold metal plates of his armor and the chiseled plains of his chest. The spikes weren’t digging in, but lingered in her line of sight, a palpable threat of pain as he placed a chaste kiss to her lips. 

The gentleness caught her off guard, especially given the practically feral way he was staring at her, which meant she didn’t notice his hand releasing her wrist and drifting down to his pants. She didn’t see him freeing his erection from where it was straining against the rough linen. He moved his other hand down to her crease, collecting the pooling slick from between her folds to lube his straining cock. 

She did notice when he began to push into her, letting out a choked off groan as the tip breached her core, his cock a snug fit despite how stretched he’d had her. He hesitated only a moment, relishing how tight she felt around him, before planting his hands on her hips to hold her still as he slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt inside her. She screamed, the stretch was too much, too fast, but Reiko didn’t stop. He rocked back, his cock dragging out of her until only the tip was inside, before thrusting hard into her again. He maintained that rhythm; long, deep, powerful thrusts. He caged her underneath him, drinking in the beautiful, fucked out moans and breathy whimpers that escaped her every time he buried his cock into her core.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him desperately as he picked up speed, slamming into her over and over until she was trembling and taut and felt ready to explode. He felt one hand trying to thread itself into his hair, his updo too tight to let her fingers wiggle inside, but the accidental tug made him stutter his rhythm. He reached back, guiding her fingers to wrap around the ponytail and gave it a yank, her and and all, to show her what he wanted. He nearly came too right then at the sight of her awestruck face, flushed even darker, as she tried her own experimental tug. 

Y/n felt the stutter, tugged again as he began to thrust faster, harder, his plates pressed so tight against her legs that she was sure she’d be bruised. She should have expected he liked pain, given how rough this had been from the beginning, but seeing his face alight with pleasure as she tugged on it had her ripping his hair free from its ponytail. SHe dug her hands into it and alternated pulling and scratching, feeling how he responded by pistoning his hips so deep she thought she felt him in her guts. 

He reached down, his fingers finding her clit and he began to rub it in tandem with his thrusts. Y/n did scream, her orgasm tearing through her like a gunshot, ripped from her nerves straight through her core and gushing out around his cock, squirting her slick juices all over him as he continued to fuck her through it, not slowing down and with the few braincells that hadn’t been fucked out of her she bit down on the tendon of his neck, hard, nearly drawing blood and she was rewarded with a grunt, a moan, and the feel of his cock jerk and twitch as he came. He filled her to the brim, his cum spilling out around them as he fucked her through his own release. 

They were both left breathless when he finally stilled. He looked down at her admiration twinkling in his pale eyes. He ran a hand over her belly, his cock barely beginning to soften as he kept her plugged up with his cum, eyes taking in each cut and bruise.

"You made me cum too early, slut. " Reiko chided, skimming his other hand over the tooth marks she'd left behind. He slid out of her, dropping to his knees to watch the cum dribble out, mixing with her own. "Guess I'll have to fill you up again when I'm done here." His hands gripped her thighs, pushing her legs up onto his shoulders, hearing her hiss as the spikes dug into her tender flesh. She gasped when he licked a long stripe up her inner thigh and over her hole, slurping up their combined mess with an obscene smack of his lips. His mouth glistened as he glanced up to meet her eyes. "Gonna make you squirt again, get you absolutely drenched like the slut you are. Gonna fuck you again, nice and wet and sloppy, and maybe again after that. Sound good, sweetheart?" Y/n grinned.

"As long as the uniform stays on."

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Day 1 - Titfucking

Tomas Vrbada x Reader

Just a quick little ficlet of Tomas fucking readers tits. Reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns

Y/n and Tomas had been making out heavily, hands just beginning to wander when Tomas had very shyly glanced down at her breasts. Y/n had worn a tight, low cut cami under her biker jacket that showed an ample swell of smooth, warm flesh. He had blushed, brilliantly before quietly asking her if he could share a thought he’d been having recently. Y/n, always happy to encourage exploration in the bedroom, had enthusiastically agreed.

Which is how she now found herself kneeling, with tomas squeezing her boobs together to create a tight crevice that he was currently fucking his cock into. His face was flushed beautifully, cock hard and weeping already as he kept up a steady pace. The soft, wet drag against her sensitive breasts was only enhanced by how lovely she found his fucked out expression. He was clearly enjoying this as much as she was.

He moaned as Y/n stuck her tongue out to catch the tip of his cock on the upward thrust, tasting the salty bitter pre-cum that poured from his slit. He picked up the pace, the tip sliding just inside her mouth each stroke up, Y/n dipping even lower to give him easy access. She groaned as Tomas gripped her breasts tighter, thumbs stroking her nipples in tandem with his thrusts until she was wet, cunt leaking into the yoga mat Tomas had insisted she use to cushion her knees. 

He came only a few strokes later, ropes of cum shooting into Y/n’s mouth, onto her face and the swell of her tits as he rutted into that tight crease, riding out his orgasm. He looked down at her, face flushed but eyes tender, taking in the mess he made with pure admiration of his lover. Y/n leaned forward, licking the head of his cock clean and watching it twitch eagerly, sensitive but already half hard again and she grinned.

My turn now, darling.”

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AN - decided to try and do some kinktober. this is day 2. Won't be doing every day and no promises how many will be coming but I'll do as many as my brain lets me XD

If I manage more than 2 I'll create a master post

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mk #Smoke #MK Smoke #Smoke x Reader #mk tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas vrbada #Kinktober 2023 #Day 1 #was going to make this day 2 and just skip 1 but decided to fill in the slots i don't like with other things #ChibiKaosu Kinktober #chibikaosu writes

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Day 21 - Electrostim

Lord Raiden x F!Reader

Lord Raiden is a passionate lover and is always careful with his partner, however, he discovers reader likes when he uses his powers on her.

Warnings: Electrostim, fluffy sweet sex, God Raiden not MK1 Raiden (tho we love that Raiden too), not really a warning but whatever

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Y/n felt overwhelmed as Raiden captured her lips in another searing kiss. His hands were steady as he slowly peeled away the layers she wore, baring her flesh to him as he poured his love and affection into each tease of his lips and caress of his tongue. She melted into his arms, let him strip her down to nothing until her naked flesh was pressed into the soft silk of his robes. Only then did he pull back, looking at her with reverence and awe that she would trust him so completely.

“You are so beautiful, my love.” Raiden whispered as his hands traced the curve of her delicate flesh. Y/n flushed at the words, hands digging into the front of his robes as she trembled under the intensity of his gaze. She tried to work at the clasps on his robes, but her fingers were shaky with anticipation. Between his duties as Earthrealms protector and her as one of its champions, they didn’t have many opportunities to be intimate and Raiden had a way of making each time feel like their first.

“Relax.” He added as his hands closed over hers, feeling the slight tremor in those slender digits and he soothed them under his calloused flesh. He kissed her again, guiding her down to the bed behind them until she was sprawled beneath him. She was gorgeous like this, all soft curves and long legs as she looked up at him with absolute trust and affection. His breath hitched just watching her as he began to strip out of his own clothes.

Y/n licked her lips, eyes locked with Raiden’s as each layer fell away to reveal his beautifully sculpted body. She loved watching him undress; the heavy silks becoming chiseled muscle and porcelain flesh, his godly markings glowing white as they sprawled down his arms and chest in intricate patterns of storm clouds and dragons. She finally broke that eye contact as his hands moved lower, boots slipped off, then his pants pulled down to reveal his beautifully flushed cock, heavy and straining and all because of her. 

“You’re the one who's beautiful, Raiden.” Y/n murmured as he slowly lowered himself between her legs, urging her to spread her thighs so he could settle between them. He caged her in with his massive arms, lowered his lips to capture hers again. He devoured her mouth, smothered the whimpers as his tongue languidly tangled with her. When he pulled away he was pleased to see that flush spreading down her neck and chest. 

“Nothing compares to you, my love.” He sounded so serious, so absolute. He sat up on his knees, hands wrapping around her waist to tug her closer. His hands traced the delicate curve of her ribs up until he could squeeze her breasts. He loved watching her fall apart beneath his hands. She was so sensitive and responsive as he kneaded the plush flesh, thumbs stroking across her pebbled buds. He felt a surge of arousal spread through him knowing he was the one who made her feel such pleasure.

Raiden could feel her growing pleasure and his cock throbbed where it rested against her glistening folds. As he brushed his thumbs over her nipples again he couldn’t stop the electricity that sparked at his fingertips and she gasped at the sudden shock. 

“Are you alright, my love? Did I hurt you? I am so sorry.” Raiden choked, tearing his hands away. Y/n shook her head as she reached up to drag his hands back to her fevered flesh.

“It’s okay. I’m fine, better than fine. That felt amazing, darling.” Y/n whined. “You could never hurt me.” Raiden hesitated as he wrapped his hands back around her breasts. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. Just relax. Let go. I trust you.”

Raiden swallowed nervously as he stroked his thumbs over her buds again, letting the barest spark of lightning loose as he did. He watched her head tip back as she gasped, her muscles quivering beneath him. He did it a few more times, each spark eliciting a breathy gasp from his lover. He had never considered using his powers in such a way yet with each tease of his thumb he became more and more emboldened by her responses. He leaned over her, pressed a kiss to her collarbone, letting his lightning spark around his lips as he kissed his way down the swell of her breast. 

Y/n moaned as Raiden’s lips wrapped around one of her nipples. He nipped and sucked and teased as his now free hand trailed down her stomach. Tiny sparks of lightning danced through his fingers, tingling her sensitive skin as he dipped his hand lower and lower. She brought her hands up to his face, fingers threading through the silky white locks so she could better see his face. He looked up at her, amusement in his eyes and she jolted as another spark of electricity zapped her bud.

“Tell me how it feels, my love. Do you want more?” Raiden pulled away with a groan, sitting back again so he could see how she trembled beneath him. He stroked her ribs to her thighs, lightning dancing across his fingers with each caress as Y/n squirmed and whimpered, her breathing becoming more shallow with each pass. 

“Yes. I want more. Want all of it. Feels so good against my skin, Raiden. Like your caressing me inside and out.” Y/n cried, hands falling to clench at the sheets as he pressed two fingers to her swollen clit. She sobbed from pleasure as he began to rub circles into that sensitive nub, zapping it with each rotation. He grasped his cock with his other hand, lined it up with her slick entrance as he watched her trembling beneath him.

He pressed inside her slowly, using shallow thrusts to carefully coat his length with her slick so that each time he rocked forward he slid deeper inside her tight channel. He moved his hands to her thighs, hitched her legs up around his waist higher so he could press closer to her. He let out a pleased sigh as his hips finally settled flush against her core. His breath caught at the sight of her, spread out and shaking beneath him. She looked divine, a blessing of sweet rapture granted to him as a reward he couldn’t have possibly earned. How could he ever deserve something so precious and beautiful? 

“My love, you are so breathtakingly beautiful like this.” Raiden whispered as he slowly pulled back. His eyes were glowing, hands digging into her hips as he thrust forward, buried himself in that tight heat. 

Y/n moaned, then gasped as electricity lanced through her quivering walls, arching from his cock into her core. He rocked into her, his pace slow, steady, each forward press sending another spark through her and she could do nothing but thrash, hands buried into the sheets beneath her, clenching so tight her knuckles were turning white. She felt her pleasure growing hotter, heavier, tighter in her core as each shock pulsed out through her nerves then back. She felt his tempo increase, felt herself hovering on the precipice of an oblivion only he could induce and she locked her legs around him to pull him closer, deeper, one hand letting go of the sheets to reach up and cradle his face.

He brought one hand down to rub at her swollen clit, the other trailing up to grope one neglected breast as he let her pull him into a passionate kiss. He felt his orgasm swelling up and he began to rut harder, chasing that feeling even as his hands worked to push her past that edge. He let his power surge, sent pulse after pulse of electricity through his fingers, into her core, captured the sweet gasps and wanton moans with his lips as sparks danced along them.

“Rai…Raiden!” She gasped, her whole body seizing as she crashed over that precipice of white hot pleasure. She threw her head back with wail as she felt a final lance of lightning shot through her core, straight through her womb, followed by an endless stream of Raiden’s seed pulsing into her. She tugged him down to kiss him senseless even as her vision went white and her body snapped taut and arched into him. When the euphoria singing through her body finally began to ebb she collapsed beneath her lover, boneless and shaky as Raiden pressed loving kisses into her neck, shoulders, leaving behind little bruises as he suckled her tender flesh.

“Was it too much, sweetheart? Did I hurt you?” Raiden asked as worry flashed through his glowing white orbs. Y/n shook her head.

“That was incredible. You were incredible.” She gasped. Her whole body was tingling from the aftershocks of feeling his power surging through her. “I told you you’d never hurt me. It was… perfect.”

“So gorgeous, my love. Can’t believe your mine, that I get to have you like this.” Raiden exhaled, gathering her into his arms as he rolled off of her. “You spoil me, my love, by letting me please you like this.”

“I spoil you?” Y/n huffed, smiling at the sweet words he murmured as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Please tell me we can do this again.”

“You want me to do this more often?” He gaped, his fingers crackling with electricity where they were pressed into the small of her back. Y/n squirmed at the zing that went through her and nodded.

“Much more often. Felt so incredible, and it’s so amazing to see how much control you have over your powers.” Y/n replied. Raiden smiled. 

“How could I possibly say no to you, my love?”

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Day 7 - Public Sex

Shao Kahn x F!Reader (please read warnings: noncon)

Captured by Shao Kahn and forced to be his newest concubine, reader is put on display in Shao's Koliseum for the Kahn's enetertainment !!Warnings!!: Nonconsensual Sex, Nonconsensual Bondage, Rough sex, Gags, Nipple Clamps, Public Sex, Shao fucks you in the Koliseum, Shao Kahn is his own warning

Y/n felt a hand slowly come to rest on her head, thick fingers carding through her hair, and she had to force herself to remain still. She had learned the hard way that she couldn’t break the chains and straps that held her captive and struggling would only make her situation worse. She shivered as those fingers curled around the loose strands, tugged ever so slightly, forcing her head to jerk back.

She gasped at the cascading wave of pain-pleasure that shot through her, coming together at her core, thighs trembling to keep her upright as she clenched around the toy in her cunt. If she could’ve, she would’ve glared at her captor when she heard him chuckle, clearly enjoying the spectacle she made. His hand stroked her head soothingly, feigning sympathy that she knew he didn’t actually feel. She heard cheers in the crowd, drawing her eye to the spectacle in front of her and reminding her how truly vulnerable she was; captive of the great Shao Kahn, emperor of Outworld.

She couldn’t be sure how long she’d been here, days blurred and melded together, though she thought maybe it had been a few weeks at most. She had been careless, falling into his trap as his forces ravaged earthrealm and dragged before him as a spoil of war. She remembered that first day, fighting tooth and nail as he’d staked his claim on her body, carving out a place inside of her so deep that she wasn’t sure she remembered a time before him. She’d left marks, more than a few cuts and bruises, even sure she’d broken his nose, but there was no escape. He was stronger, faster, and had simply waited for her to tire herself out, before brutally fucking her against his throne. He’d laughed at her pleas for mercy, delighted by her desperate begging for him to stop, to be gentle.

He had other concubines that could serve him, she’d seen many of them in the last few days, but he’d kept her at his side exclusively since that first time. She had been stripped bare, trussed up in golden chains and sheer silks that did nothing to hide her most private areas. She spent most of her day at his feet, a delicate chain attached to the leather collar fitted around her throat, leading up to the arm of his throne. Most of the time her hands would be cuffed as well after she’d nearly choked the Kahn with that said chain. Shao Kahn had praised the attempt, then had spanked her until her ass was on fire before making her ride his cock for the rest of the evening. She hadn’t been able to sit at all the next day. 

Today, Shao had been particularly sadistic in how he’d trussed her up, saying he needed her nice and pretty to decorate his seat in the Koliseum. He had watched as his servants had arranged her to his specifications. She had been fitted into a full body harness, straps around her neck, torso, and legs in regular intervals that also served to immobilize her. Her arms were bound tight at her back, forcing her to sit upright, shoulders rolled back and straining. Her legs were spread at her sides, calves bound to her thighs so that her cunt was on full display. They’d placed her to the left of his throne and she groaned, resigned to being uncomfortable, but not quite the torture she’d expected when he had been fucking her this morning, whispering vaguely about the plans he had for her later.

The smirk that curled his lips when she looked at him had made her blood run cold and she knew then that he wasn’t done. Another servant had stepped forward and before Y/n could get a look at what he was holding, she felt cold fingers pinching her nipples, forcing them to stiffen. She cried out in shock, unused to Shao Kahn allowing his servants to touch her like this. Only one had tried and he’d been dead before Y/n could react. He pulled his hands away quickly, seemingly satisfied and then Y/n yelped as he attached a clamp to one nipple, then the other. She had started to struggle then, shouting and begging for them to stop, but she couldn’t move, couldn’t escape, could only cry and beg as they attached chains from the ends of the clamp to the collar of her harness. 

“Gag her as well. I don’t need her interrupting the entertainment later. She’s only here to decorate my throne after all.” Shao smirked, his hand reaching down to adjust himself under his loincloth as the servants gagged her. She’d forced herself not to cry as they forced a dildo into her cunt and a plug into her ass, applying lube with the same detached precision. A final chain had been attached to the loop at the back of her collar, chained to the back of Kahns’ throne, forcing her head to remain upright. Every shift of her weight or attempt to relieve pressure on her legs or back tugged at the clamps and she would clenched with each zing of pleasure. It was torture. She’d been in a constant state of arousal for most of the morning and her muscles ached to be let free.

She would have worried about the harness cutting off circulation, but every time the pins and needles in her legs had faded to true numbness for several minutes, Shao would trail his hands down to her neck and press his hand flat between her shoulder blades. A pulse of green energy would shoot through her, revitalizing her muscles and she’d have a few minutes of respite before the torture began again. At least Shao wasn’t looking to cause her permanent damage, though Y/n wondered if it would be preferable to being his, for lack of a better term, slave.

The current kombatants fighting to entertain their emperor were particularly brutal, savaging each other without finesse or care for their own injuries. It was hardly what she’d consider a good fight, and Shao must have felt the same as she could feel the weight of his gaze on her. She could hear him shifting behind her, felt his hand wander lower, caressing her skin as he went. About the only care he’d given to her comfort was ensuring there was shade to protect her from the sun. He preferred her skin soft and unburnt, had stated as such while she had been arranged beside his throne.

“You look especially beautiful today, my pet.” Shao grunted. It was the first he’d spoken since the fighting had started and it made her whimper, drool leaking out around the gag in her mouth as she tried to protest. He chuckled at the attempt. “These fights are just a warm up for the true spectacle that’s set to begin, but it’s fine if the entertainment is… lacking.” He leaned over the arm of his chair, hand slipping over her shoulder, toying with one of the clamp chains and making her moan as each pull sent a pleasured jolt through her sensitive nipple. “Not when I know everyone is looking at you, wishing they could see how beautiful you look right now. Flushed and trembling, wishing for something better than that pathetic toy to fill your aching cunt.” Y/n closed her eyes, breath growing shallow as the undercurrent of arousal she’d felt since the clamps were placed became a tight ball, growing with each gentle tug of Shao’s hand. She would have argued if not for the gag, but it didn’t stop her body from reacting to the sensations she felt. Like a whip being cracked, Y/n felt the tension release from the chain binding her to Shao’s chair. She would have pitched forward had Shao not had his hand wrapped around her, taking her weight. She felt his other hand join the first and he lifted her from the ground easily, settling her in his lap. 

“You’ve done so well,” Shao’s hands trailed up, toying with her breasts as Y/n sagged back against his chest, squirming despite the way the chains pulled. Shao licked a stripe up her neck, teeth biting into her just under her ear as his hands explored every dip and hollow. He began removing the straps one at a time, each coming away until only the collar and arm bindings remained. As her legs came free she felt them slide into the seat on either side of Shao’s meaty thighs, sinking her lower onto his lap as he reached around to begin lazily pumping the dildo seated inside her cunt. “Time to give you a reward.”

She couldn’t do anything as Shao Kahn freed his cock from its confines, ripping the toy from her pussy and plunging his cock inside her to the hilt in a single thrust. She screamed, sound muffled by the gag as she felt him bottom out inside her. The fake cock he’d chosen for her had been just big enough to press against the sweet spot inside her, but it wasn't nearly as long or thick as Shao’s. More drool dribbled down her chin as he began to rock up into her, barely giving her time to adjust as he used his immense strength to lift her up and pull her down onto his cock like she was little more than a toy herself. 

He set a rough, greedy pace, chasing his own pleasure with no care to her comfort or pleasure of her own, but the sheer size of him meant that every thrust rubbed deliciously against her walls, meant he hit that sweet spot every time regardless of the angle and soon enough Y/n was close to spilling over the edge. The speed and force of his fucking had her breasts bouncing around, the clamps tugging and pinching and sending wave after wave of arousal through her nerves and she screamed as she spilled over, her hole squeezing him tight, drawing him impossibly deep, and he tipped over right after, fucking her through their combined pleasure as he filled her up with his seed. 

“Ah, finally, our esteemed ‘guests’,” Shao spat the word as he pulled her off his cock, uncaring of his own nudity. He forced her to settle on his lap, legs still straddling his thighs so her entrance was on full display. When he looked down he could see his cum oozing out of her fluttering hole.. “I hope you appreciate your special audience.” His voice dropped low, ensuring only she could hear him. 

At the sight of earth realms champions making their way into the Koliseum Y/n jerked, causing the chains to tug painfully and making her breasts bounce. She was flushed and overstimulated and she whined as the clamps continued their assault on her sensitive flesh.Her friends spotted her immediately; how could they not when Shao had ensured she was front and center, showing her off like his prized possession, his cum leaking out of her everyone to see.

She couldn’t hear what was said over the sound of blood rushing in her ears. Her face burned with shame and humiliation, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, as she was forced to stare at her fellow warriors as they voiced their outrage. Shao merely laughed, his booming voice daring them to come and rescue her even as his hand drifted lower., resting just above her pussy. She could see the war on their faces, ranging from anger, to despair, to a resigned sort of pity. Shao merely laughed at their helplessness.

“I suppose, if Earthrealm wins, you may have this one back, Raiden.” Shao sneered, fingers trailing down to pinch her clit so she’d squirm against him. She felt his cock stirring again, her eyes widening in panic as it pressed along her slick entrance. “Until then, I think I’ll continue to enjoy my newest concubine. Choose your first champion. Let’s see if you can win this time.” Shao lined her up with his cock, sliding in with a groan as he forced himself back inside her tight channel. Y/n let out a sob as Shao settled into her with a satisfied sigh. 

“Round one, fight!”

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Day 16 - Double Penetration (In 1 Hole)

Shang Tsung x Quan Chi x M!Reader

Quan Chi and Shang Tsung welcome reader into their relationship and their bed, spending their first night together worshipping their new lover

Warnings: Double Penetration in one hole, Orgasm delay, Oral Sex, aftercare, slut shaming

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A muffled moan broke up the cacophony of heavy panting and gasps that filled the chamber. Shang Tsung smirked, slowly pressing his cock another inch forward into Y/n’s tight hole, his hands skimming lightly over his lover’s thighs. Y/n let out a second moan, turning his head to the side to hide how his face flushed from the onslaught of stimulation. Quan Chi chuckled, pinching the puffy nipples beneath his fingers as Y/n pressed his face deeper into his thigh.

The two sorcerers shared a wicked grin as they watched their lover squirm beneath their clever fingers. They had planned everything leading up to this moment so carefully, each step meticulously executed to ensure they would end up here, with Y/n stretched out between them like a delectable feast. It had been almost too easy luring him into their bed and they planned to savor their victory by thoroughly ravishing their lover’s sweet body.

Quan Chi was propped against the headboard of Shang Tsung’s bed, Y/n’s head cradled in his lap as he teased Y/n’s sensitive chest. His nipples were already puffy and red from the near constant assault from the two sorcerers. They had spent several minutes taking turns to suckle the stiff nubs, nipping them in tandem until Y/n had nearly come just from the stimulation alone. He’d tried to return the favor, but Shang Tsung had merely pinned his hands to his sides, holding him still while Quan Chi continued stripping him down.

Quan Chi had dropped to his knees, taking Y/n’s cock deep down his throat in one smooth swallow and Shang Tsung had proceeded to use the distraction to spread slick over Y/n’s tight pucker. He let go of Y/n’s hands, spreading his ass cheeks wide to allow better access to press a finger into him, then two, stretching him slowly, making sure to avoid touching Y/n sweet spot, wanting to drag out his pleasure. Y/n had been able to do nothing but cling to Quan Chi’s shoulders as they pleasured him from both sides. It had been a long time since he’d slept with anyone, even longer since he’d bottomed, so it took a while before Shang Tsung considered him adequately stretched.

Now all Y/n could do was clench his hands around Quan Chi’s thighs, so strung out from pleasure and Shang Tsung had only just begun to press his cock into him. Y/n choked again as the sorcerer gave another gentle thrust, sinking deeper into his tight hole. He felt one of Quan Chi’s hands release his nipple to trail up until he had a firm grasp on his chin. He forced his head forward, so they could drink in the fucked out expression he already wore. He whined as he glanced up to meet Quan Chi’s dark, heated gaze.

“Be a good boy and keep your eyes on us, darling.” Quan Chi crooned, stroking Y/n’s neck and relishing the string of ‘ah, ah, uh’ that spilled from his mouth. Shang Tsung’s smirk grew wider as Y/n’s eyes shifted to focus on him. He gave another shallow thrust, watching how their lover trembled under their combined effort. 

“Look at our needy little slut, so desperate for it he can hardly speak.” Shang Tsung murmured, hands stroking Y/n’s thighs as he withdrew his cock until only the tip remained in Y/n’s slick hole. He poured more oil over Y/n’s tight entrance, watching it drip onto the sheets as he stroked a hand over his shaft to spread it. His hands returned to Y/n’s legs, gripping them tight as he spread them wider, giving him better access to Slide back in. thrust back in hard , sinking to the hilt with a contented sigh.

Y/n gasped as he felt Shang Tsung's cock hit that sweet spot deep inside, his lungs screaming from the lack of air. He felt Quan Chi shift, slipping out from under him and holding him down as he trembled from the overwhelming pleasure of Shang Tsung’s cock thrusting inside him. Shang Tsung’s rhythm was methodical, each stroke hitting hard and deep and driving Y/n closer and closer to his release.

Y/n glanced up, seeing Quan Chi slowly stroking his own cock as he watched Y/n quivering. Y/n whimpered at the sight, lips falling open to invite Quan Chi inside. It was pale white like the rest of the sorcerer and incredibly thick and long with a dribble of precum clinging to the tip that Y/n was desperate to taste. He had never expected to be this overwhelmed when this first started, but now all he could feel was a longing to be filled completely by the two men. He wanted them to use him, his ass and his throat, taking the pleasure within his body in every way  they could. 

“Please, Quan Chi.” Y/n moaned. He lifted his head just enough to run his tongue over the tip, catching a few drops of precum on his tongue and felt the sorcerer's hand stroking his hair, tugging him up as he pressed his cock into Y/n’s waiting mouth. Y/n hummed with delight at the weight of Quan Chi on his tongue. He ran his tongue along the thick shaft, sucked him further in until he was nearly gagging on it. He felt a heady rush of pure bliss as slowly bobbed his head up and down Quan Chi’s length, one hand circling the base to keep him steady as he used every trick he knew to bring Quan Chi pleasure.

“That’s so perfect, darling. Just like that, keep going. Such a sweet mouth, taking me so well. He might even be better at this than you, Shang.” Quan Chi groaned, his hand threading into Y/n’s hair, helping guide his movements as Shang laughed.

“I’m not surprised. He was gagging for it the second he saw it. Little slut probably can’t stand being empty.” Shang Tsung snapped his hips harder, fighting to maintain the mechanical pace, keeping Y/n teetering on the edge, too slow to tip him over into sweet oblivion. Y/n whined as he continued to suck Quan Chi’s cock deeper into his throat, nearly choking on it. “He likes it, don’t you darling. Like being our slut, don’t you. Do you want us to fill you up?”

“Yes, fill me up. Want you both… inside me.” Y/n whimpered. He suckled the cum leaking from Quan Chi’s cock, feeling the sorcerer shudder and both of them let out a pleased groan. Y/n couldn’t help but sob when Shang Tsung stilled inside him, hands stroking his thighs as the sorcerers exchanged a questioning glance. “Oh, he really is a slut.” Shang Tsung preened. “You want both of us inside you, pressed deep in this tight hole?” Shang Tsung pressed a finger to his rim, pressed the tip past that tight ring and Y/n frantically nodded. 

“Yes, yes, please. Want you to use me. Want to be full of you; both of you.” Y/n moaned and the sorcerers couldn’t help but groan. Shang Tsung reached out, grabbed Quan Chi’s neck and pulled him in to share a sloppy, open mouthed kiss. Y/n felt a twinge of affection for them, enjoying how well they fit together and so overwhelmed that they would share this with him. It was a passionate exchange. When they pulled apart both sorcerers glanced down at their lover with matching smirks. 

“Feeling left out, darling?” Shang Tsung leaned across him, capturing Y/n’s lips as he gave a shallow thrust into his slick hole. He pressed his finger deeper, tugged at the rim as he felt Y/n choke against his mouth. He pulled his lips away, continued to stretch his already abused hole as Quan Chi swept in to kiss Y/n next, slipping his tongue into his mouth to explore as Shang Tsung added a second finger. “You’re doing so well for us. Got to stretch you more so we don’t hurt you.” “Look at how his hole clings to your fingers.” Quan Chi added. “Our gorgeous little slut, being so good to us. Going to wreck you, darling.” Y/n shuddered. Shang Tsung tugged his fingers free, slipping his cock out and watched Y/n’s hole gape and flutter as he whined at the loss. 

“I know, darling, but we need to get you in a better position. Can you crawl up and sit this beautiful ass nice and snug on Quan Chi’s cock for me?” Shang Tsung crooned. Y/n nodded and slowly rolled  over as Quan Chi stretched out on the bed and quickly lubed up his throbbing cock. He had to half drag Y/n up to straddle him, the younger man was too shaky to fully control his muscles. 

Quan Chi let out a pleased sigh as Y/n slowly eased down onto his cock. The pale sorcerer was even thicker than Shang Tsung, but he was stretched enough that the slide was smooth, easy. He felt Shang Tsung press up behind him, fingers already eagerly seeking out the place where Quan Chi and Y/n were joined. His fingers were slick and wet and he pressed two past his rim easily, stretching and stroking as Y/n filled the space between them with a symphony of needy, breathy noises.

Y/n felt every muscle in his body ache, taut as a bowstring ready to snap as those clever fingers became three, then four, getting him ready for the finale. All he could do was take what they gave him, every stroke sending wave after wave of pleasure through him. He nearly came as Shang Tsung withdrew his fingers and slowly began to press his cock past his red, puffy rim. Quan Chi reached between them, wrapped his hand around the base of Y/n’s cock and squeezed hard enough to prevent his impending orgasm. Y/n moaned gratefully, hands digging into Quan Chi’s biceps as Shang Tsung began to rock back and forth, easing him open with gentle thrusts. 

“So fucking tight, darling. Going to fill you up. Going to give our little slut what he wants.” Shang Tsung groaned as his hips finally pressed flush to Y/n’s ass. He groped the round pert cheeks, stretched them open so he could see how obscene his hole looked with both of them pressed inside. “That’s what you are, isn’t it darling? Our little slut? Tell me.” “I’m yours, Shang, Quan Chi, just a desperate slut, please. Please fuck me. Fuck your little slut.” Y/n moaned. Quan Chi gave a shallow thrust up, tugged Y/n down to ravage his lips as Shang Tsung began to rut into him roughly. They managed to find their rhythm quickly, one pulling out as the other sank in deeper, each thrust dragging over Y/n’s prostate and all Y/n could do was writhe between them as he was hit with an overwhelming need. He’d been kept on edge all night and was nearly sobbing with how desperate he felt.

“Please, I need to come. Can’t take it any more.” He cried, nails digging into Quan Chi’s arms as the two sorcerers increased their speed.

“Going to fill you to the brim, darling. You’ll be leaking our cum for days.” Quan Chi moaned.

“Go ahead, slut, come on our cocks.” Shang Tsung snarled, his hand reaching around to stroke Y/n’s throbbing cock as Quan Chi leaned up, latching his lips onto one of Y/n’s swollen, puffy nipples and Y/n came with a scream, splashing hot, sticky cum between him and Quan Chi as the two sorcerers continued to chase their release. He sobbed out their names as he slowly became overstimulated. 

Shang Tsung came first, stilling deep inside as he pumped white hot cum into Y/n’s abused channel. Quan Chi followed only a few thrusts later, his own thick seed filling in the space left behind by Shang Tsung as the sorcerer pulled free. He collapsed beside them, rolling Y/n off of Quan Chi and pulling him against him as Quan Chi grabbed thethe nearest piece of clothing to clean up the mess on his and Y/n’s chest. The two sorcerers pressed twin kisses to his shoulder, before sharing a languid kiss between themselves.

“You were wonderful, darling.” Shang Tsung murmured. “I hope we weren’t too rough with you.” “Mmmm, you were amazing.” Y/n replied, voice hoarse and speaking slowly, like the words were too heavy to fully form.

“So good for us, darling.” Quan Chi added, stroking his hands up and down Y/n’s chest lovingly. “We’ll draw you a nice warm bath and get you some water and Shang Tsung has a salve to help you heal up nice and fast.” “Then we can spend tomorrow wrecking this sweet hole all over again.” Shang Tsung chuckled as Y/n let out a whimper.

“Only if I can have breakfast first.” He grunted, a smile on his face as the two sorcerers studied him with matching grins.

“Oh, darling, anything for you.” They whispered together.

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mk #kinktober 2023 #chibikaosu kinktober #Quan Chi #Shang Tsung #Quan Chi x Reader #Shang Tsung x Reader #Quan Chi x Shang Tsung x Reader #chibikaosu writes

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I will be soon posting a masterlist forall my kinktober entires for 2023. Even though October is over, I'm determined to hit 31 entries and tentatively have planned out most of the remaining stories. This is what i have planned though i keep moving shot around and writing a inspiration stilled so do not hold me to this.

Day 22 - Bondage (Kenshi X F!Reader)

Day 23 - Sex Pollen (Havik x F!Reader)

Day 24 - noncon (Noob Saibot x F!Reader)

Day 25 - Edging (Kung Lao x Reader)

Day 26 -  Threesome+ (Earthrealm Gang x F!Reader)

Day 27 - DP-2-holes 

Day 28 - Cockbulge (Shao x M!Reader)

Day 29 - Virginity (Smoke x Reader)

Day 30 - Free Use (F!Reader x Lin Kuei [Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas, Frost])

Day 31 - ?????

If anyone has ideas for day 27 (kharacter suggestions) or day 31 ( anything even if the link is a repeat) I'm not promising I'll use your ideas but i really need inspiration.

I've been trying to spread the love to as many characters as i can and I'm willing to write for any mk character (except meat please. Skin required)

Aside from skalet I've had no inspiration to write for female mk kharacter but will write male or female reader with female kharacters.

Send me an ask or comment on this post or send me a chat or go comment on AO3. I'm also on discord and have an MK thread with my friends to chat mk oc's which I'll be hopefully working on posting soon.

If you have an oc and an idea i can write it as kharacter/oc then change it to y/n when i post it and happy to share the original copy too. That's how I've written most of these just keeping descriptions generalizes XD

Anyway, happy so many people are enjoying my writing. Also if you send an ask and i don't reply for awhile it's likely cause I'm working on your ask not ignoring you and you can hit me up in chat if you really want to know. I have one molding in my inbox while i think of some ideas for it.

Lastly I've played mk since mk2 was out. In familiar with all entries, all lore, I'm like the wine aunt of mk history so when i say any kharacter i mean it. Been in the Fandom since i was 5 and my dad kicked my a** by spamming noob and kabal specials.

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mk #kinktober 2023 #chibikaosu kinktober #chibikaosu writes #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #the Fandom will continue to be fed until morale improves

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Question do you accept requests? If so I was thinking Syzoth x Reader. Where Reader is teasing him that his face goes pink. Fluff

Sorry for the delayed response. I don't mind requests though no promises that I'll get around to things in a timely manner. I did manage to write something for this. I think you wanted reader to tease him because he was blushing (if it was until he was blushing I'm sorry), however, since he has green blood i didn't write him blushing pink, but green. Hope that's okay. Hope you like it!

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“It’s nice to have an afternoon off from our palace duties.” Y/n leaned in, pressing a kiss to Syzoth’s cheek as they meandered through the market of Sun Do. She saw his cheeks tint just a shade darker at the gesture even though he tried to hide his face by glancing away. She giggled and flexed her fingers around his own slender digits. “I see that blush, Syzoth.”

“I am not blushing!” He hissed, turning back toward her with an indignant glare in his eyes. His cheeks were tinted even darker, though, which only made Y/n giggle harder. 

“You are too!” Y/n replied with a grin. “Here.” She poked his left cheek. “And here.” She added poking the right. 

“Zaterran’s do not blush.” Syzoth insisted.

“Such a pretty shade of blush too.” Y/n continued. “It really accentuates the color of your eyes.”

“I have never once turned pink the way you do.” Syzoth mumbled. “I would know if I did.” He frowned at her as she continued to grin.

“There's nothing to be ashamed about Syzoth.” Y/n squeezed his hand placatingly. “I love that I can make you blush so pretty for me.” She kissed his nose again and was again rewarded with that dark flush of color spreading across his cheeks as he hissed at her. “Besides, sweetheart, I never said anything about you turning pink.” She reached out to grab the hand mirror on the merchant stand beside them, holding it up to show him the dark green blush that was slowly growing to encompass more and more of his face. Syzoth snatched the mirror from her hands, staring at his reflection as she giggled.

He lowered the mirror, glaring at her from over the rim but hiding the sudden smirk stretching over his face. He handed the mirror back to the merchant who was watching the two of them with an amused twinkle in her eye. When he turned back to Y/n he snaked both hands around her waist, pulled her closer so he could capture her lips with his own. He kissed her gently, but thoroughly, feeling her hands clench around his arms as he felt many eyes turn their way. When he pulled back he was pleased to see her fface was flushed as dark as his, the pink blush spreading across the bridge of her nose and he let out a hissing laugh.

“Looks like I’m not the only one blushing now, sweetheart.” He smirked.

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