#karlos kabal

[ash-shark]

Is this the person who loved by Stryker?? O_o

(I tried my best, really.)

#mortal kombat #mk11 #mk9 #mortal kombat 9 #mortal kombat 11 #mk kabal #kabal #mk1 #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat xl #mortal kombat1 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat fandom #mk fandom #fandom #mkxl #mkx #mortal kombat kabal #mk1 fanart #fanart #mk11 fanart #mk fanart #mk art #artists on tumblr #art #digital artist #mk11 kabal #kaballin #karlos

[pigeonrocks]

Most normal Kabal & Havik conversation ever

bonus!!!! a quick drabble under the cut. blegh.

“Karlos? was it?” Havik grinned, head tilted in an unnatural way, exposing pieces of bone and gore that unphased the masked of the two, respirator letting out a wicked hiss.

“Just... Kabal is fine.”

“ah, of course-” Haviks head snapped back in place, smile never faltering “*What are your views on anarchy*, Kabal?”

“...Fine- uh.. good, maybe...? haven't really thought of my 'political stance' since I was young.”

Havik laughs, and it makes Kabal's skin crawl

“Oh, I like you already.. You were Black Dragon, right? Karlos?” Havik leans in close, Kabal cant smell what he'd assume Havik would give off, but then again maybe hes gotten too used to the stench of rot, decay and general decomposition.

“Kabal.” he squints at the chaosrealmer “..and i used to be, whats the point your making, uh-”

“Havik!” the man- if he even was one- enthusiastically shook his hand, his arm near snapping off at how quick he moved-

“Havik- right..”

“Ohh-” why doesn't he ever stop smiling?- Kabal scowled at the thought “You know! I've got a thought, since your an anarchist-”

“was-”

“whatever! does it matter now? The Red Dragon is trying to eradicate your-” Havik put a boney finger on his chest “-clan, right?” He snorted another cackle, and Kabal respirator hissed “So, you take up the Black Dragon mantle, rebuild your clan-” Havik's so close to Kabal's mask he can see beads of sweat and tried crisping blood edging where the bone and gore was exposed on his face revealing the bits underneath and the permanent grin “and rebuild that anarchy, pallie. Make it strong to prove 'em all wrong, promote chaos and the death of your rivaling clan, have a little fun. I know you can make it good, Kabal.”

He shrugged Havik off, the man eagerly awaiting his response.

“.. I have nothing.” depression sank in, realization- his situation was more than grim

“You're legally dead!”

“so this is.. all I've got, huh?”

Havik hummed, nodding snappily, Kabal thought it over- sighing

“guess theres no reason why I shouldn't- right, Havik?”

Havik let out a wicked laugh “Oh, as right as rain, mr black dragon! was hoping you'd agree.” Havik smiles, it didn't make Kabal's marbles skin crawl, it pulled a croaky and raspy laugh warped together with his respirators hiss.

#mystuff!! #mortal kombat #mortal kombat kataklysm #havik #mk kabal

[remyhasashi666]

*angry kisses* I'm not good at ships... But I did it because I felt like it (my two favorite boys Erron and Kabal~ ...Well, I do not know how to call this ship...)

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #erron black #karlos kabal #kabal #erron #erron x kabal #kaballin' #shipping #ship #rare ship #cute #kisses #kiss

[thirstdrafts]

Decided to take my hair closer on the side. Would do my Kabal cosplay well and plus I just think it’s cute.

Cannot for the fukkin life of me decide if I want to be krispy or not!😭😭😭. I’m so back and forth!!!

Been really playing around with a masculine vs feminine feel for my everyday clothing.

I hope Kabal would approve of my ass! I really like how I look. I’ve never felt so me. When I want a more girly look I can always let my hair down.

#mortal kombat #mk11 #kabal #mk kabal #carlos kabal #karlos kabal

[p0m-p0m]

baby girl baby

I love her 

#mk #mortal kombat #kira #kabal #kobra #the karlos team #I MEAN kabal team #she can do perfect eyeliner #you can't change my mind

[nika-vincent]

So, "Karlos" is not Kabal's real name. This is just a funny nickname for him:

Sorry, guys, I didn’t want to hurt you.😃

#interesting #kombat kast #Karlos #Kabal #Johnny Cage #mk #mk11 #mortal kombat 11 #Mortal Kombat #new post #new #my gifs #gifs #nika-vincent #mine #intros #dialouge #mortal kombat kabal #mk 11 #PS4 Games #ps4 #games #girl gamer #ps4 pro #playstation

[tanukiyasu]

Kabal’s two entrances with four different costumes

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #mk 11 #mk11 #kabal #kabal mk11 #karlos mk11 #yasu's gifs #it was honestly a little difficult finding the bottom two

[v-v-x-x]

Can't get enough of Kabal

#mk11 #mortal kombat #kabal #netherrealm #kabal x reader #i love arm #black dragon #kaballin' #carlos kabal #karlos #I need help #seriously

[dinogoofy]

I try not to use Karlos as Kabal's name in my fics because I KNOW it's not completely Cannon but GOD DAMN IT I've decided to use it anyway

[the-pinstriped-hood]

Kabal relaxed into a chair, the room was rather quiet other than the music drifting lazily from the speakers on the wall. This was his day off and what was he going to spend it doing? Something his co-workers would mock him for:

Spa time.

He closed his eyes as the hot water softened his feet for reworking. This is how his spa days usually went. Foot Massage, toes clipped, corns softened. Then came his favorite part. She would show up to take over for his swedish back massage, cupping and face mask. It was always her, so much so that Kabal was on a first name basis with her.

Lucy. She was kinda shy, didn't say much but her laughter was infectious and her hands were like Magic. His back and spine popping almost in a rhythm, every groan a thank you, every release of a knot made him purr.

But something was different today. The door opened Kabal opened one eye to find Lucy setting her things down on the counter of the room. "Lucy? You're usually not here until around noon...something wrong?"

The Black haired girl shook her head silently, a smile on her face. "I've been promoted to private massuse. And since you're one of my most frequent customers, you've been put on my list." She started washing her hands and looking back at him. There was that soft smile of his again, handsome as could be. Of course he was pretty but she enjoyed his humor and the two often shared a laugh whenever he'd tell one of his many mercenary tales.

She got his feet, gently tapping where his most prominent places for pain were. She watched him wince and started there, the water beads rolling off his feet and legs and under the pool below. Sealing it up and drying the off she began undoing knots in his legs and feet. She let Kabal talk, Lucy liked the way he talked, so energetic and fascinating. The two debated sometimes which was the best johnny Cage movie and which was the worst. Kabal would always say Ninja Mime 4. Time flew by as he was pampered without end, unfortunately having not cleaned the floor of the water, Kabal tripped and fell over on her, the two shared a shy blush and he got off her. As he made his way towards the door, Lucy stopped him.

"Hey, I think you dropped something...."

Kabal quickly pat his pockets. "No, I think I've got everything-" he saw a slip of paper between her fingers. "You sure?"

"See you around soon, Karlos...." Lucy blushed and let him leave.

End of part 1

#Kaballin #Oc Lucy West #Spa time #Mk11

[spacehologramcollection]

Throat Full of Glass.

Part one of the requested stripper inspired smut. Requested characters were Kabal and Erron. This is Kabal’s one. Inspired by the song ‘Throat Full Of Glass’  Warnings; Smut, Stripping, lapdances, oral, mentions of Kano. 18+ below the cut.  Pairing; Kabal X F!Reader.  Word Count; 5988 GIF does not belong to me. 

The party was loud. But then again, when weren’t Black Dragon parties? The smell of alcohol lingered near you. Everyone seemed hammered. Which is exactly what you wanted. You turned to Mellie, her face focused, zoning in on the targets. First up, there was the Cowboy, Erron Black. He was a sucker for any woman that would give him a chance. Then there was Kano’s right-hand man, Kabal. A self-assured lady’s man, who was fast, very fast. And finally, there was the big boss man himself, Kano. God how he repulsed you. If you had a choice, which you hoped you did, you were going to opt for either Erron or Kabal to be your target. You watched as Kabal sat on a stool, slogging back a few shots. He seemed rather pre-occupied with the bar, rather than the company that was patrolling near it. “You wanna take Speed-freak over there?” Mellie asked. You bit your lip and nodded. He’d consumed copious amounts of liquor, this would be a doddle. He’d be too drunk to notice or care. “Sure… who you going to take?” You asked her curiously, adjusting your skimpy shorts and bra top. Mellie snorted, eyeing up the boss man himself. “I’ll take Kano. He’ll be easy to distract whilst you take Kabal into the back.” She stated, before shotting her drink back. Downing it in a few gulps. She’d need it for putting up with him. You watched as she sauntered over, her hips swaying, whilst trying to play with her hair. She had to pry his attention from four other women, all sat by him, wanting something from him. Money and the potential for an STD. You glanced back at your target, Kabal. You’d read his file before you started the operation. Karlos Kabal, a man who could out-run any Olympic runner. An Ex-cop, turned his department in, became crooked and started re-working for The Black Dragon. Why he’d done it, was not clearly stated in the dossier. Everything else you knew. He’d grown up poor, his mother worked two jobs to keep them afloat; his father, killed in gang related violence, he’d been caught up in it, on his way to work the night shift. He’d been engaged once before but had never married. He was 33 and his blood type was A+. All the background intel made you feel guilty. He was just a man who was trying to find his place in the world. But, you needed something, and he had it. Your job couldn’t be comprised because you felt ‘bad’ If that was to become a common case, then you’d never get anything done. You sipped the last of your drink and sighed, preparing and psyching yourself up for what was about to happen. One of the three of them knew intel on their next strike. You’d been hired to go in, get that intel, and remove yourself without being noticed. A pretty straightforward job only made easier. It was Kano’s Birthday; so obviously, he had to throw an obnoxiously big party. This gave you an ample opportunity to gain access to their HQ. Mellie and Coryn had suggested posing as strippers; it would simultaneously allow access to the building, in addition to up close and personal access to either of them. You’d prayed not to get straddled with Kano, but it appeared that Mellie was more than willing to get up in his business, so to speak. You glanced over to see she had taken a relaxed position on his knee. You watched as you bounced and giggled, teasing the man below her. Better her than you, you didn’t have the stomach to deal with someone like that.

Kabal was sat alone at the bar. Drinking from a glass but the bottle was to his left. He was glancing out at the party; a small frown was on his face… but that soon changed when he saw you sauntering towards him. A brow raised, a small smile tugged at his lips and he tilted his head a little. You smiled warmly at him, waving a little once you reached the bar. You glanced at the bottle, tequila. Just straight tequila. You knew better than to try and drink some of it. “Can I have a gin and tonic please?” You asked the Bartender. Who kind of stared back at you, blinking before looking you up and down. “The Lady asked for a drink, you going to get her one, or just stare at her tits all day?” Kabal barked. Making the Bartender jump, he nodded, shaking a little before turning to make your drink. Kabal lopped his head to the side lazily, smiling at you before shaking it. “Sorry about that. Mike here ain’t used to classy drinks. It’s usually, beer, vodka or just tequila. We don’t do mixers normally.” He informed you, sipping his drink once more. It was more of a gulp than sip. “Now I feel like I’m asking too much.” You teased, putting on your best seductive tone. Whilst waiting for your drink, you glanced him up and down. He wasn’t bad looking at all. You smiled before turning and grabbing your drink. “You don’t seem like an ordinary stripper.” He informed you. Watching as you sipped you drink. You tensed up a little, before shaking your head. “I don’t do big parties usually. Small, private dances normally.” You admit, hoping that this would coax him away from the crowd. Kabal squinted before shrugging. You un-tensed, hoping he’d bought that bullshit. “So, what do you do here?” You asked him, curious, trying to coax some intel from him. Kabal shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “Same old shit every day. What’s your name?” He asked you. You quickly tried to remember your cover name. “Alexa.” You were pretty sure it was Alexa… or was that Mellie’s cover name? No matter. Kabal probably didn’t know who was who, and when he did, you’d have all been gone by then. “Well, Alexa. You wanna tell me what club you work at usually?” He asked you. Your eyes darted around the room, trying to remember what the cover name was. The music was so loud, and you couldn’t think. “Club Lash.” You hoped that was the right one. Kabal nodded, seemingly buying another one of your lies. “You work closely with Kano then?” You asked. Kabal shrugged and sipping his drink and eyeballing you. “I see him now and again.” He was going to be hard one to crack. “You always been a stripper?” It was his turn to inquest you. You hadn’t prepared for this amount of questions. Your eyes darted once more, trying to think of something convincing. “Nope, never planned to be one either. I dropped out of Med School, this paid way more, that was like five years ago? And here I am!” At 23 this was a believable story in your opinion. Kabal raised an eyebrow before smirking. “Well Alexa, you fancy giving me a dance?” He asked. You bit your lip and nodded. He gestured his head to a door. “Up there, third door on your left. Meet me in there.” He smirked before turning to finish his drink. You bit your lip and nodded. Walking away you felt relief hit you. He had bought your lie, enough to let you into a classified part of the building.

                                                                                           * Kabal had taken his time getting into the room. You sat impatiently on one of the desks. The room was large, filled with various desks, each with assortments and knick-knacks on them. Kabal’s had a few collectibles on it. Post-it notes in piss poor hand writing were strewn across his PC monitor. You drummed your fingers against your arm. He was running fifteen minutes behind… you bit your lip and turned to check the door, before glancing back at one of the PC’s. You could easily boot one up, pull some intel from it, and have it closed down before he even got there. You quickly started to root around a draw, trying to find an indicator of what the Password could be, or if there was anything useful in Kira’s desk. Kabal coughed, alerting you to his presence. You spun around, your eyes wide with fear, you’d been caught. He wasn’t nearly as he pissed as you thought he was. In fact, he appeared to be fully sober. You bit your lip. You had to recover from this quickly. “Something tells me, you ain’t a stripper.” He chuckled, a smile plastering his face. As if this was just some sort of game; and he hadn’t caught you trying to liberate classified intel from his personal laptop. “I am… I just was curious as to what was in this draw.” You lied. Kabal laughed, locking the door behind him. “Don’t shit me princess, you’re lying.” He retorted, sitting down on one of the desk chairs. Legs spread wide. You watched as he placed a Hooksword on the table adjacent to him. He wasn’t playing any games. “I can tell.” He said leaning in. That smug smile plastered on his face, seemingly widening as he did so. “How?” You asked, eyes narrowing as you took the bait. “Easy. Earlier on I asked you some pretty obvious lies, your eyes kept darting to the left, so that’s your tell.” You raised an eyebrow, causing another smile to erupt from his lips, “I used to play Poker a lot when I was younger, easy money, no consequences, meant me and my family could eat.” He informed you. “I can assure you, I am a stripper. I really did get lost.” You tried to convince him, pretending as if the prior conversation hadn’t happened. Twirling your hair trying to look innocent. “Oh yeah? Come and prove it.” He stated. Patting his lap, leaning back and grinning. It was a challenge. One you didn’t feel too repulsed by either. Glancing at him one more time, you couldn’t help but admire him. He had an athletic build, not overly muscular, but just the right amount. His brown eyes shone dimly in the office lighting. He wasn’t bad looking by far. Your eyes narrowed, you were sure you could convince him. Years of training had assured you with flexibility and moves. This would be a doddle. “What do I get out of proving it?” You asked. You wanted to see if he had a bargaining chip. Kabal pulled out a memory stick from his coat pocket. “This. It’s got some spicy info on our next few missions. Which I know is what you want.” You keep your eyes narrowed. But had the perfect bargaining chip. You fold your arms and shake your head. “What do you get out of this? You give me the intel and Kano changes his plan. Leaving your intel mute.” Kabal shrugged his shoulders, placing the memory stick back into his pocket. “This.” He said gesturing around the empty office. “Is just a gig. Couldn’t give a fuck if it goes tits up, as long as I don’t get caught. I’m fine.” He informed you. He was lounging lazily. “Doesn’t answer my question of what you get out of it.” You replied curtly. You didn’t trust him at all. But your cunt ached a little. It had been a while since you’d fucked someone, not that you’d striping for him would lead to that… but you could hope. “I get a dance from a pretty hot woman. One that could probably disarm me with ease. I’m a sucker for a woman who could kill me.” He admitted, smirking, revealing a slight gap in his teeth. “You got a song in mind?” You asked him. With that Kabal raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly. Of course, he fucking did. He thought of the song the moment you stepped in, and he saw you in those ridiculously small booty shorts. He pressed play on his phone and the song started. It was a slow start, before the beat kicked in, it was 100% fucking music.

You weren’t going to grin and bare it. Because out of all three of them, Kabal would have been your preference. Getting attracted to targets was a no go, but your body ached for him. He wasn’t bad looking and was far from the worst thing here. Merely a man trying to get by in life. You respected that. Your hips started to sway to the music, Need to be patient whilst perfecting deaths design, fucking fitting of the lyric. You watched as Kabal’s eyes lit up momentarily. Scanning your body, as your hands traced your abdomen. Running up your bra-top before squeezing them gently. Kabal beckoned you towards him. And you obeyed. How could you say no to him? You were being led by your desire, not for the intel even, but for his cock. You’d never remembered being this thirsty for a man before; but he made you feel parched, he was a beckoning oasis in a barren land. And you were going to drink from him, come hell or high water. Reaching his lap, you positioned yourself on him, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck. Your hips swaying and grinding against him to the beat. All whilst his hands lay at his sides, a lazy smirk plastered on his face. “How did you figure it out?” You ask him curiously. Kabal snorted, leaning back as you ground down on his now evident erection. “Strippers don’t ask questions for starters.” He informed you. You shook your head smiling. He was a pretty funny guy, it was going to be a shame to leave him after this. “I meant before this.” You wanted to know for future reference. You didn’t want to be made again. Kabal looked you in the eye, his hand running up your back, eliciting a shudder from you. “I could just tell. I’m not as stupid as Kano and Erron is sweet on your friend, he’s fucked her before you know.” He admitted. You nod. Coryn had mentioned that before, that her and Erron had history… maybe if you did end up fucking Kabal, it wouldn’t be a bad thing. His hand ran down to your ass, squeezing it and gripping it tight. You continued to sway and grind against him. The song slowly coming to a finish. He lent up and kissed your neck, before licking a strip up towards your ear. “Just because the songs ending, doesn’t mean we have to…” He hinted, he slid the memory stick into your hand. “Up to you. But I’m down for giving you the fucking of your life.” He teased, leaning back. You felt the flash drive against your fingers. You didn’t trust him, but you wanted to fuck him… nobody had to know, you could just deny he knew anything. It wasn’t like you to put your cunt before your job, but this was different, this man was fucking sin incarnate and you were tempted. He was a scorpion and he was going to sting your frog ass. But you didn’t care. Sliding the flash drive into your short pocket. You knew what you were going to do. Your throat felt like it was full of glass, but you didn’t care.

You lent down and captured his lips, placing your hands on his cheek. He moaned a little, nipping at your lip causing your mouth to part in shock. This gave him an ample opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. Meeting yours fervently and filled with hunger. Twisting and winding against your own, he tasted of whisky and oddly enough, liquorice. But now was not the time to ask him why he tasted of that. Your hands impatiently went to his shoulders, trying to pull that coat from him, freeing his arms and allowing you to get a good look at his chest. He too, impatiently undid the top from behind, with expert ease. Pulling at the cloth impatiently, freeing you from its confines. All the whilst, his tongue invaded your mouth, made it his own. Hips bucking up against you, you felt his hardened erection beneath you. Begging to be given attention. You part the kiss, both becoming impatient with the slow pace of layer shedding. Each choosing to work on their own clothing. You pry yourself off him. Before pulling off your heels, thigh high socks and shorts quickly. Tossing them without care. You look back to see his coat and harness have been removed, revealing a finely chiselled set of abs. A few scars littered his skin but nothing overly. A thin trail of hair ran up from his pubic bone; a trail you were more than willing to follow to the end. He was working on his pants, after ridding himself of his boots. He let out a slight moan once the zip was undone, biting his lip as he pulled his jeans and boxers off with a swift pull. Revealing a rather impressive cock. You bit your lip and licked at them. You dropped to your knees, leaning forward, your whore senses kicking in. You were no longer an Agent, no fuck that, you were driven by your heat and desire. Not your logic. “You gonna suck my cock whilst you’re down there?” He asked, playfully. It was your turn to be smug, you don’t even look up at him whilst you take his cock in hand. It was fair girthy, it would be a slight stretch, but god where you excited for it. “That’s why I’m here.�� You joked. Kabal let out a breathless laugh. “Nice Star Wars quote. If you give me some head now, then I may just fall in love with you.” He gave no shits about the casualness of the sentence. But then again, did you? It was just a playful sentence, teasing, trying to get you to suck his cock like a good slut. You never thought of yourself as a slut, you were a sexually free woman; but god you didn’t mind being called it now and again. It wasn’t degrading when a man muttered it under his breath, as you made him come undone, you had all the power in those situations. Enough that a little derogatory dirty talk didn’t knock your confidence.

Your mouth dipped down, taking his cock into your mouth, you opted for a playful tease rather than a full deepthroat. You needed to test the waters as it were. He moaned, a hand flying into your hair, trying to get you to bob faster. You ignored the hand and continued onwards. Sucking and teasing at his head, before popping it out of your mouth. You licked a strip upwards on his shaft, making him shudder beneath you. His grip tightening on your hair. “Nerdy, gives good head, has a banging ass… where you been hiding all my life?” He joked. His hands beginning to massage your scalp a little, as you popped his cock back into your mouth. You had to admit, seeing him come undone during this act, was turning you on far more so than you expected. You continued your assault, eventually taking his cock fully into your mouth. Dropping all the way down the shaft, your tongue twirling and twisting as you did so; you gagged a little, but not enough to make you stop. Kabal smirked at the gag, he knew his cock was big and it just boosted his ego. Who knew this would turn out so well? You looked divine in between his legs, sucking away at his cock so nicely… he wanted to repay the favour. He stopped, removed your head from his cock and stood up, finger under your chin taking him with you. You narrowed your eyes before he spun you around and sat you in the chair. “My turn Princess, you may want to hold on.” He said, gesturing to the chair’s arms. You looked at him confused before he parted your legs. Oh. Well, sweet fucking damn. What a generous man. His finger swiped up your cunt, he smiled before shaking his head. “Dripping for me already, fucking hell, all you did was take my cock so excellently. Wonder how wet you’ll be after this…” And with that, he buried his face into your cunt. His tongue swiped up at first, god you tasted sweet on his tongue. He had to let out a small moan. He’d never tasted anything as good in his life. He slipped in two digits into your cunt, the tight feel around them, was only a taster of what was to come. His tongue circled your clit. You let out a needy moan, back arching, chest puffing out in defiance to the gods. Your eyes were shut, hands gripping to the chair, just like he had warned. Small moans and stuttered breaths were ripped from your throat. He was pure sin. The way his mouth felt against your hot cunt, pure sin. You could feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. Like a tight rubber band around your abdomen. Begging to be snapped. He could feel it too, the way your cunt was tightening around his fingers. Pulling them further in… He wasn’t going to let you off that easy. He stopped, releasing his mouth from your clit and removing his fingers. He eyed you up. You were a panting mess. Lipstick, smeared. Eyeliner, smudged. Foundation, coming off. He smugly smiled. Your eyes shot open, narrowing at him, before widening as you watched him lick your juices from his fingers. “You seemed to enjoy that Princess… didn’t wanna stop, but I don’t wanna spoil the fun just yet.” With that he rose, capturing your lips and forcing his tongue back into your mouth. It wasn’t really forcing when you did not deny him entrance. It felt odd, tasting yourself on his tongue, but why did it feel so right at the same time? And why did it feel so hot?

The kiss was chaste and brief. There were other matters at hand. You could feel the need irradiating from him. His cock was hard still, hanging between his legs. You knew what you wanted, and he knew what you wanted. Mutual desire. He pulled you up from the chair, pushing you back onto the desk. He broke the kiss, to sweep his arms across whoever’s desk this was. Knocking trinkets, photos and knick knacks onto the floor. You look down at the name, Kobra… with a ‘K’ what the fuck was with these people and the letter K?! “He constantly pisses me off. This, this is just a little bit of pre-emptive vengeance for the next time he pisses me off.” He informed you, parting your legs and settling in between them. He captured your lips once more. The taste of yourself ebbing from his mouth. The faint taste of whisky still looming there. He grabbed his cock, smearing the beaded pre-cum down his length. He circled your clit a few more times, before looking back at you. He had to bite his lip. You looked perfect, he couldn’t give a fuck if you were about to rat the Black Dragon out. You looked divine. Laid there, legs spread wide for him. Your pretty cunt just begging to be fucked. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching as he began to slide his length into you. Painfully slow. The burn and sting set in. He was big. There was no denying it. His fingers weren’t even a shadow in comparison to his actual cock. The assault was slow. But Kabal relished it. He lived his life fast, but he wanted to savour this moment. He watched as your mouth opened, a hand squeezing one of your tits, no noise escaped your throat. But he could tell you wanted to moan out. That was enough for him. He eventually hilted himself. Balls deep in you… he could make the Kabal’s deep joke… but he opted not to. Your cunt swallowed him perfectly. It was tight, wet and warm. So, inviting. He already was becoming insatiable for you. What was wrong with him!? You were the enemy, about to sell his brothers and sisters out… but maybe that’s why he loved it. He’d do the same. Had he met his equal? He fucking hoped so. Because you were already turning out to be a bombshell. He lent forward, hooking your legs around his waist. Capturing you lips and toying with one of your nipples. His cock twitched inside of you, eager to get going. He filled you up just right. “You happy you picked me as your target?” He asked you, leaning down to nip your earlobe. He began to move. Short, shallow and sharp thrusts. You nodded, leaning back, letting your elbows relax. Kabal laughed before picking up the pace, leaning back upright, spreading your legs wider, giving him a good view of everything. He couldn’t decide where he wanted to fix his gaze. Your tits bouncing as he fucked you, your face which was pure bliss, or his cock sliding in and out of your cunt. He was just torn for choice. His pace quickened and soon your words and noises returned to you, letting a moan tumble from your lips; as he began to circle your clit harder, watching as you came undone. As much as missionary the total V for Victory position was appealing, he had fallen in love with your ass… Would you be up for letting him fuck you from behind? He wouldn’t know till he asked. “You fancy switching it up Princess?” he asked you. “To what, me fucking you?” You joked, teasing him. A woman with a good sense of humour was hard to find, but you, you were fucking becoming something he was going to crave long after you split. “I was thinking more like…” And with that he pulled out and flipped you over. Your legs hit the floor, your abdomen bent over the desk, which felt cool on your skin. You shuddered but did not have time to think too much of the sensation. A slap to your ass cheek made you wince, more so in pleasure than in pain. You gripped the desk, arching your back as he rubbed your aching cunt with the head of his cock. “Yeah, exactly like that Princess. White knuckle the fucking desk.” He warned. Before slowly sliding back into your cunt. He wanted to bottom right there and then. He wanted to be balls-deep in you once more. But he did love savouring the moment before… if his patience held out, he’d have a similar pleasure. He could feel you tightening around him. Your cunt begging for him to sheath himself fully in you once more. The noises you made, spurred this desire even further. You were white knuckling the desk, head thrown back slightly, mouth ajar; with sinful moans and whimpers leaving your mouth. He slid all the way in, quickly clutching your hips, savouring the moment. His hands moved to your ass, giving it a gentle slap before squeezing the flesh. He slowly slid out, leaving barely the tip in you, before slamming back in. His pace was slow but his thrusts hard and rough. Each one leaving you a quaking mess, wanting more and more of this man. A man you knew you shouldn’t be fucking. You gripped the desk. Trying to keep a hold of reality to some degree. Which was hard, since Kabal had started to pick the pace up. The sound of his skin meeting yours, drove your hand down to your clit. Trying to rub the sensitive nub. “Do you want to cum Princess?” He asked you, his voice a breathless chuckle. You nod and moan. Words not leaving your lips, the English vocabulary having escaped you. His fingers took the place of yours, circling your clit in time with his thrusts. Which were know ramming into you at such a speed and with such force. One hand had entangled itself in your hair. Knotting those fingers that were knuckle deep in your cunt a few moments ago, into your H/C locks and pulling at them slightly. With each tug, you moaned more, enticing him to go further. His thrusts were now sharp, deep and fast. Hitting the right spots. Making you crave that sweet release, chasing it and forgetting the consequences. Or even why you were here. You worked hard and deserved this. One night of pleasure. Kabal could feel himself teetering on the edge. He was going to cum. Hard and fast. Your cunt was far too tempting for him. He yanked your hair, making you forget the desk all together. Forcing you flat against his chest, one arm wrapping around your shoulders to keep you up. The other still attacking your clit as he fucked into you. Your legs spread for him, instinct taking over, knowing what he wanted. He chuckled before moaning. “Such as good Princess… Your cunt is so tight… tight enough to make me cum so easily.” Normally such vulgar words would have turned you off. But from him, they were complimentary, said in just the right tone and in such a husky way. You swore you were going to cum any moment. “Please… Please… I’m so close…” You begged. You had no idea why you were bitching, whining and begging, the man had never denied nor fully edged you. “Same babe, you keep this up and I’m going to have to cum all over you.” He whispered into your ear, nipping at your lobe before smiling against it. He wished he could have seen your face, but he didn’t have to, to know the face you were pulling. Your moans and your cunt tightening, and pulsating gave it away. He grinned smugly. With a few more well-timed circles, you were cumming. You bucked your hips back into him, your cunt tightening and pulling him deep into you. Your head threw back against him, knees feeling like jelly as your orgasm hit you hard. You moaned and bucked like a whore. He was tempted to clamp a hand over your mouth, less anyone hear and catch you… but those noises were too good to miss. Too good that once you quaked and shivered with the last remnants of your orgasm, he too felt his release taking over and threatening to spill out. “Lean over the desk for me Princess…” He whispered, before kissing and biting at your neck playfully. You nodded, leaning forward, wiggling your ass and hips for him as his cock pulled out. He stroked himself fast and hard, he could feel his release teetering on the edge. At the sight of your red cunt he lost it. Spilling himself out into his hands and onto your ass. Watching as it dripped down and coated your thighs. Covering the red hand marks, he’d left. He gave you one last slap before leaning over you, his soft cock brushing against you. Eliciting a small shudder from you. He kissed your back, slowly working his way up to your neck. “Fucking beautiful. Like a work of art…” He was tempted to ask for a photo, to remember you bye… but he figured that would be too much. He kissed your cheek before leaning back, taking some tissues from a nearby desk. He began to clean you both up. Gently humming and complimenting you on your body.

Once cleaned and re-dressed you both stood opposite each other. The room had increased in temperature, part of his release and yours had spilled onto the floor, staining the carpet and part of the desk. It wasn’t as awkward as you anticipated. It was more bittersweet. That had been the best fuck of your life. And there was no chance at it happening again. Kabal, looked equally as disappointed by the notion of never seeing you again. “You got the intel?” He asked, his tone low and husky. You nodded, tapping your short pocket. “Thanks again… for everything.” You stated. Kabal nodded and smiled before grabbing your hand and holding it for a moment. “Thanks for making tonight fun… and giving me a lap-dance. You better get going though, Kano will notice we’ve been gone… there’s an escape route by the fire-exit, the alarm broke so it won’t set off. Make sure you go left not right by the way. I’ll cover for your absence.” And with that, he let go of your hand and walked away. You paused, breath hitched, praying he looked back… to which he did. Why did life have to be so complex and unfair?

                                                                                            *

Your night with Kabal had left you longing for more. You tapped away furiously on your laptop. You hadn’t felt like going into Work. Opting to decrypt the files at home. You didn’t fancy Coryn or Mellie prying into what had happened. All you could think of was him. His hands on your body, the words on his lips and the taste of him. You were a bit too smitten. You open the memory stick files and scan down them. A grin crept onto your face. Kabal had kept his word. The Black Dragons heist for the next few months. All planned and neatly displayed in front of you. It had bugged you, that he had not only let you into the Office but had given you the intel. But you figured, he knew your organisation was closing in on them, so he wanted a slice of the good life, giving himself warning to get out in ample time… A knock on the door made you jump. You weren’t expecting company and it put you on edge. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for your neighbours to pop by; bugging you to borrow sugar or to complain about the new neighbours who played their music loud. The usual apartment chit chat.  Closing your laptop, you straightened yourself up. You kept face around here. Nobody knew your true occupation. And that’s the way you liked it. Opening the door, you put on a smile, only to be met by Kabal, who in turn was smiling back at you. Leaning against the door frame, leaning in and glancing at your hallway. “Hey Y/N…” He cooed. You stiffen up, glancing around the corridor before pulling him in. Slamming the door shut behind you. “What are you doing here you ass?” You hiss at him. As much as you missed and craved him, you were not expecting him to turn up at your doorstep. Grinning. Kabal chuckled before peering into your bedroom. Eyeing up your décor. You sigh, circling around him and shutting the door, blocking his spying. “I’ve been thinking about our night together” He smirked before pressing you back against a wall. His hot breath ghosting as your face. “I’ve missed you… a lot. And I was wondering, if you fancy grabbing a bite to eat, maybe catching a movie?” He asked you, his eyes slightly wide, as if brimming with hope. You cock an eyebrow. “Oh, so this isn’t just some mid-day bootie call?” You asked him smiling. Kabal frowned and furrowed his brow. “It can be if you want… but I thought we kinda hit it off, you know, when I was Kabals-deep in you.” He joked, smiling, as if to numb the potential rejection. You smile and shake your head. “I’m game for the movies, on one condition.” He raised a brow and smiled. “And what’s that babe?” He asked, leaning in, in an attempt to press his lips to yours. You raise a finger, stopping him in his tracks. “Never say Kabals-deep to me again.” You giggled, Kabal kissed the tip of your finger, before nodding. “Whatever you want Princess.”

#Kabal #kabal x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat 11 x reader #mk #mk11 #mk x reader

[ash-shark]

Karlos!!- i mean Kabal!!

#mortal kombat #mk11 #mortal kombat 9 #mk9 #mortal kombat 11 #kabal #mk kabal #mk1 #mortal kombat kabal #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat1 #mk art #art #mortal kombat fanart #fanart #mkxl #mkx #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat xl #mortal kombat fandom #mk fandom #fandom #mk 1

[mortalkombatshrine]

Looks like Kabal’s real name is Karlos. Also, look at that unmasked and unburned face!

#kabal #mk11 #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat

[remyhasashi666]

When I find posts about blackabal. 😍

Psss, you should take him to bed, Kabal. 😏🌵

(link - http://picdeer.com/kaballovemail )

#blackabal #erron x kabal #kabal x erron #mortal kombat #hansome boys #cute #ship #mortal kombat 11 #kabal #erron #erron black #karlos kabal #kaballin' #yaoi

[thirstdrafts]

Okay, but like we all know Johnny calls him Karlos. What’s his real name? Who knows. For all anyone knows it could be his first name. But what if his first name is something he hates. Like Earnest,William, Morgan or Ashley? And so no one knows his name because if he told you he’d have to kill you.

9 year old Kabal“ like mom, why did you name me Lindsey!? No one is afraid of a Lindsey! Why couldn’t you name me like Slash or Deathcaster.”

Or

“ how am I supposed to intimidate people when my name is Fin! The black dragon won’t keep around a Finley.”

Eh, I’d still call him any of those names and then kiss him on the nose.

#mortal kombat #kabal #mk11 #i think too much #mk kabal #black dragon

[p0m-p0m]

Status of my blog: 

KABAL

and Stryker of course

#mk #mk11 #kabal #karlos #stryker