#lord raiden smut

[partycatty]

anything with Lord Raiden.... please.... GILF fuckers need something 😞

lord raiden > you unwind me

raiden can't seem to control himself... only when you're around.

warnings: idk it's kinda mushy ig, possibly ooc raiden. i played 8-12 and yet for some reason he's one of the hardest characters to recreate on paper.

notes: not stopping til we can power all of chicago.

[ masterlist ]

• you can't say you didn't notice how touchy he was, i mean, it was considerably obvious considering the distance he kept from the others.

• hands behind his back, posture straight, eyes down and concealed by the width of his hat. he was an enigma, yet you somehow made him twitch like no other.

• he was visibly unsettled around you, falling quiet with tight lips or even stuttering over his words momentarily before forgetting his mortal crowd.

• "if we were to attack from the northern border—" raiden's thick arm stretched past you, just barely brushing against your arm but his towering form sending warmth down your back.

• "excellent observation," his hand would fall to your shoulder, squeezing tight. you've had to pull away before his nails dig in on several occasions.

• "your form is off," the telltale indication of flirting in most men, his large hands on your hips as he corrects your mistakes in the thickest silence you've ever been in. jesus, does he even breathe?

• the smoky air of netherrealm flooded your senses, making you lose your momentum in the siege. raiden would often check on you from a distance as he obliterated demons and the like, but when he noticed a flying creature honing in on your position, he quickly teleported to your side and pulled you in close, teleporting you elsewhere on the battlefield. your body was significantly more... mortal than his. and with his incredible form, you were no more than chest height. the rest of the battle was a hot blur.

• you have also been a victim of electrocutions on multiple occasions, to the point where you almost had to host an intervention. he was so on edge around you, for a reason you couldn't pinpoint.

• "lord raiden," you welcomed yourself into the room with a bow, holding a metallic item he requested you retrieve. "i have the—" as he reaches out to grab whatever it was, the current from his fingertips reaches what felt like your entire nervous system and you jolted, yelping at the sudden shock.

• you'd walk into the surveillance room, hoping for an update on the spy cameras assembled at the black dragon's hideout. while it wasn't even raiden's priority, you observe that he stuck around anyway. you were dressed more down than unusual, relishing in the cool air on a hot summer day with a tank top with your work pants. when raiden locks eyes with you, the surveillance monitors go haywire, eventually blue screening. everyone knows who to blame.

• you can't really say you're opposed to it, either. he was a large man that was good with his hands, well-spoken, mature, what wasn't to like? he was the perfect eye candy during debriefings, though you knew better than to act on your little crush.

• "not sure what sparky's issue is over there," johnny murmured, pointing a thumb in raiden's direction. you both glance over, realizing raiden was quite literally doing nothing but standing there pretending to be useful. "he's short circuited more times than i can count in the last week alone. do you know how many monitors we've had to replace?"

• "it's hard being a protector of an entire realm," you attempt to justify his behavior. "you should talk to him."

• "yeah, because the god of thunder needs a therapist," johnny sarcastically chuckled, crossing his arms. "you give it a shot. he likes you."

• "he likes all of us," you defend yourself. "that's kind of his job." johnny shoots you a knowing look before turning to find cassie. you decide to take the moment of rare silence in the special forces to approach raiden with casual intent.

• "lord raiden," you smile politely, lowering your head for a moment. "on behalf of the special forces, i'd like to have a word with you." he gives you a hum of agreement, yet he's the one that grabs your arm and pulls you aside, out of earshot of others. he locks the door behind him as you two stand in the hallway.

• "er..." you feel yourself beginning to sweat, the seven foot tall man stares blankly at you, jaw clenched and arms crossed as he awaits your words. "i... we... have noticed a significant number of incidents pertaining to you or your powers. we were just wondering if everything is alright, and if you need anything, we—"

• "that is more than enough," raiden holds a hand out at you, and you swallow thickly as he uses your full name. a thunder god is not someone to be in trouble with. he pauses for a long time, eyes darting between yours. his lips part as he struggles to articulate his thoughts. "though i must admit i agree with your observations. i have been... unwound as of late."

• "unwound?" you repeat, perplexed at his wording. "is there something wrong, lord raiden?"

• he hums for a moment, lowering his head. "you will have to forgive me." your heart flutters at his usage of you, rather than the SF.

• "i do," your voice lowers into a more gentle tone and you feel the human urge to place a comforting hand on his arm. when you try, though, you feel your hairs raise up the closer you get. "sorry." as you pull away, a flush to your cheeks, raiden grabs your hand and squeezes it a little too tightly. that funny feeling disappears, and is replaced by a new one.

• "i have been earthrealm's protector for billions of years," he starts after a long pause. "i have seen the horrors afflicted by corrupted gods, i have taken part in the bloodiest battles of mankind. i have gained it all, and lost it all."

• you're stone still, wondering where he's going with this sudden burst.

• "but nothing... nothing," he squeezes even harder. "has torn me apart, piece by piece, more than one... little mortal." the glow of his eyes feels like it burns into yours as your cheeks heat up.

• "i feel as if i have known for since the dawn of time," he confesses, his face eerily still. "you'll have to forgive my bluntness. this is not my strong suit."

• "what isn't?" you had a feeling, but you needed to hear it to be sure.

• "...feelings, i suppose," he averts his gaze, clearly turmoiled by this realization. "it's you. you unwind me."

• "...me?" you reply incredulously. sure, you liked him, but what the hell do you do when a thunder god confesses to you? "you like me?"

• "if that is how you choose to word it, then yes."

• "oh." your eyes focus on his hand enveloping yours so easily. it's a few moments before he tugs ever so slightly, and the static feeling returns to your skin.

• "forgive me," he insists again, a wave of shame overtaking him. "i suppose it was a ridiculous ask of you to return those feelings. i would advise for you to for—"

• "i like you, too," you mutter, never once envisioning the time where you'd have to say such a thing. "i just didn't... expect it from you."

• raiden never smiles, as kind of a man as he is. you had maybe seen it once or twice, but it never quite reached his eyes. this time, however, he was glowing more so than usual as his lips curled upward. at first, it looked strange on him, but it quickly warmed your heart to know that you struck a chord in him.

• "that... brings me joy," he admits, and you can tell he's physically restraining himself from a full-on grin.

• well, what now? you two fall silent for a moment, electricity (for once, not real electricity) coursing through your veins as you relish in the moment. you wonder if he's waiting for a kiss, or for you to say something. these internal questions are answered when he takes a step closer, looming over your figure. his hands can't quite figure out where to land, eventually settling on the sides of your face. he drinks in every detail, every crease and flutter of color in your eyes like he just might forget if he looks away.

• you raise yourself on your tippy toes, eyes flicking between his glowing pupils to his lips. just as you decide to close your eyes and move in for a kiss, you feel him physically pull you away.

• "not here," he gently insists, dropping his hands to slide down your arms and hold yours. "i would rather it be memorable."

• "i'm sure it'll be memorable anywhere," you insist, almost feeling desperate for a kiss from him. you wonder if it'll feel staticky. "if it's with you, i mean."

• "you're too kind," he runs his thumbs over your knuckles. "we have time, my dear. all the time we need."

• raiden wanted to take it slow, you assume. who knows when the last time he had feelings was, or if ever. mutually agreeing to keep things under wraps, you shake your giddy feelings and reenter the room with your coworkers, glancing up at raiden. his lip twitches though his face is stoic as always.

• "did he take it well?" johnny asks in a low voice. "or did he strike you down, or something?"

• "...he's fine," you try to wave it off, sweating at your temples. "peachy, actually."

• your eyes find raiden again, standing across the room. this time, he's not pretending to do anything. he's just staring back with a friendlier glint within the glow.

• "he seems in better spirits," johnny shrugs as he follows your gaze. "told you he liked you."

• "i guess you did."

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[starangeell]

˖౨ৎ ⋆｡˚﹒janitor a.i bot list update P.2

【 my janitor ai acc - @ Aresangell 】

【 my venus chub acc - @ Starangell 】

【 my cai acc - @ Angelstaar 】

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Liu Kang 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He didn't pay attention to you so you decided to record a spicy video for him, but you didn't expect him to react.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - the hot guy at your gym was flirting with you. 🏳️‍⚧️ 》 transmasc miguel au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Priest Miguel O'Hara 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Miguel O'Hara chose to be a priest after a personal tragedy, he never faithfully believed in anything ── However, you soon changed that, and he had to fight not to give in to the sins of the flesh.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han /Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You and Bi Han were friends with benefits, but the two of you felt much more than just lust.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Tomas and you were friends for two years. It was obvious to everyone who looked at the way Vrbada spoke to you or looked at you that the ninja was completely in love with you; the less you saw it, whether because you ignored his feelings on purpose or simply couldn't see that there was much more than platonic love. However, with the arrival of your ex, he needed to act.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/ Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You couldn't become a ninja because you were too weak, but now, the grandmaster himself took care of you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Nanami Kento - 【 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You accidentally sent a nude to your university professor.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 OC, Needy Boyfriend - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Dmitry is your rich and needy boyfriend, who needs you 24/7, especially when he wakes up without you in his bed.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You were caught by him masturbating.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You needed money and now you have a 'sugar daddy'.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tio Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Your non blood uncle is obsessed with you. V.2

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - a family together, but apart.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Father Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You need to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. V.2

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He wants to ask you out with him.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - drinks

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Stepfather Albert Wesker - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - did you know him... V.3

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Kuai Liang - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - Cramps

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Wife Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - he is your sub wife

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - boyfriend gifts

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Goth Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He liked you and your makeup. 🦇 》 gothic au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - did you get hurt

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You were living in the house of a grumpy old man, but he os very cute... 🎀 》 DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Professor Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - He's your annoying chemistry professor. 📚 》 college au

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Dracula - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - maybe he wants more than your blood. 🎀 》 DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Count Dracula Count - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are a teacher's assistant and help him with his classes. 🎀 》DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Dilf Nanami Kento - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】dirty secret🎀 》 DILF SERIES

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - teasing and punishment

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Ice God/Bi Han - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - You are the servant of a grumpy ice god. ❄️ 》 ICE GOD/KING AU.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Mad Scientist/Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are a wonderful experience of him. 🥼 》 MAD SCIENTIST AU

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Johnny Cage - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - aftercare

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - low self esteem | 🎀 》 daddykink version

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you got pregnant with him... 🕷️ 》 miguel o’hara x blackcat!user

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Homelander - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - you are the new hero of the seven and he has his eyes on you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Nanami Kento - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - we never talked about ***** **** ┆ 🧼 》 fight club au, you are his tyler...

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada- 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - new recruit

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- valentine's day

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Simon Riley 'Ghost' - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - slutty torture

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Lord Raiden - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - he is your father figure

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- lying between his legs

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 OC - Stepfather, Yan Jin - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - your new stepfather is rude but extremely handsome. 🎀 》DILF SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Bi Han/Sub Zero - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- he needs to take care of you.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Kuai Liang - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】- arranged marriage...

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】survivor.🕊️ 》TWD AU, He's Your Negan.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Titan Lord Raiden - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - reencounter

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Step!Brother, Miguel O'Hara - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】breedtable ─ m!preg.🕊️ 》DARK SERIES.

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Yandere! Homelander - 【 𝗙𝗧𝗠 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - a dark hero who is in love. 🕊️ 》 DARK SERIES

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Yandere!Shang Tsung - 【 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - obsession

【౨ৎ ⋆｡˚】 Tomas Vrbada - 【 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗩 】 - fuck buddies

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[iliketangerines]

Imagine being a soldier for the special forces in mk11 and catching Raidens attention😦- like it don’t matter which Raiden it is- dark or light- like imagine being being like “I have to consult the elder gods” but his ass just teleported away so he can go wank one out silly style to the thought of you-✨

desperate for you

a/n: i gotchu cutie. i'm actually so insane for old man raiden, and i'm so glad you requested this. i think it can be interpreted as either dark or light, but probably more light lmao

pairing: lord raiden x gn!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), blowjobs (thinking of them at least), dacryphilia

for eons, Raiden spent his life training warriors and being surrounded with hard muscle and sharp edges

he had sworn to never grow attached to the Earthrealmers as it would cause complications, and it had caused a rift between him and Fujin

and then he met you

you’re a consultant, a strategist for the special forces under Sonya, and she proudly introduces you as her best strategist, and that you can figure out the revenant’s plans and weak points

and fuck, you’re so much softer than anyone he’s ever met and so kind and full of curves rather than the hard muscle and cutting-edges he’s lived his whole life around

he’s standing next to you as you go over possible different strategies to invade the Netherrealm, and you’re sucking on a cherry lollipop as you do so

it’s driving Raiden insane, the way your lips are plump and red and how the spit shines on the hard candy, and he wishes it was you sucking on his dick instead

fuck, he can feel himself getting a boner just staring at your lips and how you suck and let your tongue flick out to wet your cherry red lips

you look up at him with wide eyes, asking him his opinion on the plan, and Raiden wants to fuck you until your eyes are teary and glazed-over

he wants to have you bouncing on his cock until you’re begging to cum, and-

you ask him again if the plan is okay, and Raiden clears his throat and says he must consult with the elder gods before disappearing in a flash of lightning and appearing in his personal bedroom at the sky temple

he doesn’t even go to sit in his grand bed or undress, he just pulls down his pants and grips at his cock, imagining it’s your hand instead

he imagines how soft your hands would be compared to his calloused ones, and he lets out a deep moan as he strokes himself

pre-cum pearls at the tip, and Raiden bites his lip as he dips his thumb into the slit and smears the pre-cum up and down the shaft

he thinks your mouth must be just as soft as the rest of your body, and fuck, he can’t stop thinking about the way your lips would look wrapped around his cock

they would be pretty and red by the end, and Raiden starts pumping his cock faster, imagining it's your wet and warm mouth instead

he’d destroy you, he was a large man, he knew that, but fuck, you’d be so tight and wet around him, and Raiden cums with a groan

his seed splatters against the stone floor, and he wishes he could cum in your mouth instead

Raiden tucks away his softening dick, clears his throat, and tries to think back on the plan you had gone over with him and others so that his excuse seems at least somewhat reasonable

he can’t remember a single detail, all he can remember are your plump lips, and the soft curve of your body, and fuck, he’s hard again

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[yanderestarangel]

ʚɞ getting caught by lord raiden while you touch yourself pathetically.

TW: degradation, ftm reader, afab anatomy, v!sex, overstimulation, blowjob, praise, age gap, orgasm denial, porn plot, dom!raiden, dirty talk, size kink, ( Lord Raiden is canonically 6'5" )

You would be whimpering and covered in sweat, your breasts had hard nipples from the growing excitement as the vibrator met your sore and swollen clit from the hours on end you spent trying to achieve a blissful orgasm ─ unfortunately without success.

Lord Raiden, your mentor quickly entered your room just to say good night and remind you of your commitments the next day as a fighter for Eathrealm, but was greeted with that scene worthy of old paintings... You were totally open and desperate, more beautiful than never practically begging for an orgasm.

His mouth went dry after centuries he felt something fill his chest and his pants, he knew it was wrong to act on his desires but it was a delicious shock for him to discover that his "innocent" boy wasn't so innocent after all.

"So this is what you've been doing this whole time, boy..." His voice reverberated like thunder through the room but you were too drunk with pleasure and frustration to care about his scolding or lectures at that moment ─ With a deep exhale, he reached out a hand towards the pulsating machine, offering to help you reach climax before continuing the conversation.

You arched your back in surprise when he pressed the vibrator against your swollen clit, making you moan loudly and look at the older man's face. You saw him grunt just seeing your pleasure, his dick pulsed violently in his clothes making the ancient warrior "Take me in your mouth. Show me what you can do, boy." Raiden urged, feeling his shaft twitch as you wrapped your lips around him. The sensation was overwhelming, sending bolts of electricity coursing through his veins

"Now, tell me - Do you want me to make you cum?" He asked softly, thrusting slowly into your accepting mouth while the vibrator continued its relentless assault on your swollen clithe pulled his erect cock free from his robes, presenting it to you. The god of thunder groaned deeply as you sucked his cock, the sensation of your warm mouth engulfing him sending electric shocks throughout his body. At the same time, he removed the vibrator from your clitoris and slid two fingers into your soaking wet pussy, marveling at how tight and responsive you were each twitch and pulse told him that you were ready for more.

"Dear gods, you're so responsive my dear one" He praised, thrusting his digits deeper inside you while you hungrily swallowed him whole ─ your tongue swirled around the base of his shaft, eliciting another shiver from him ─ his grip on your hair to pull slightly, demanding more intensity from your blowjob. Your nose rubbed against the coarse hairs surrounding his groin area, and he couldn't resist grinding against your cheek. His fingers moved faster inside you, matching the rhythm of your bobbing head. Soon enough, he felt the familiar tension building up in his balls nearing release, However, he didn't want to cum yet something more primitive and animalistic was calling him to finish inside your hole, giving you the best orgasm you could have in your life and marking you as his.

"Such a dirty, needy thing- Such a naughty boy... Playing with toys and begging for my dick. What would your fellow warriors say if they knew?" Raiden mocked cruelly between his teeth, smacking your ass playfully before beginning a steady rhythm. Each thrust felt ripples of pleasure radiating throughout your body, mingling with the lingering aftershocks of the vibrator that had already been discarded somewhere around the room.

"Your pussy is perfect for me, you're such a beautiful man, you know? You can handle all of me even though you're a little thing. So tight, so wet... Fuck-" He grab onto his hips to control the tempo. "Desperate for cock, aren't you?" Raiden sneered, squeezing your breasts roughly as he slowed his thrusts. He leaned down, whispering filthy words into your ear; "A boy who craves a man's touch, willing to beg like this. Such a submissive creature under me... It's almost laughable." His laughter echoed in the room, mixed with your whimpers and moans. He gripped your nipples harshly, twisting them gently before releasing them abruptly.

"But I can't deny how exquisite you look right now, taking every inch of my length without complaint." Lord Raiden soon raising one hand to trace circles around your clit. A single touch sent shockwaves through your body, threatening to push you over the edge. "So petite, yet still able to take every inch of me." Raiden marveled, adjusting your legs onto his shoulders. The height difference struck him hard but it wasn't unwelcome. His erection throbbed painfully begging for release ─ "Good boy, I'll breed you, little one. Fill you up with my seed until you can't remember a life without it."

At the sight of your orgasm, the god of thunder couldn't hold back any longer. His thrusts grew violent, each one driving deeper into your pussy. Your milky walls clamped onto him, pleading for more as he neared his own climax. Watching his thick cock disappear into your reddened entrance sent chills down his spine ── emptying himself into you entirely. His white eyes closed momentarily, heavenly bliss washing over him. When they opened again, he looked down at your reddened pussy with satisfaction.

"My pretty boy... Such a slut for me..." He smiled warmly, appreciating the sight of his cum dripping from between your thighs; your chest rose and fell rapidly as you caught your breath, while he took his thick dick out of your cunt leaving you dripping with his seed.

"Get dressed, pup. Let's return to reality."

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Raiden x Reader x Fujin: Brothers Share (Lime)

Context: Storm bros both are a bit 'frustrated', and they came up with a very lovely solution

Warning: Nothing explicit, but it's implied you get sandwiched ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The atmosphere gifted such serenity. It was perfect for one to sit through and meditate.

It was always Raiden's go-to hobby whenever he had somewhat spared time in his hands, and he always enjoyed it whenever he could. Although he is a demigod, an immortal being, he knew good things don't last.

Yet, recently, he's been feeling off. It doesn't feel something so dire he needs to consult with the Elder Gods, but whatever it was, it's bothering, let alone, confusing him.

The Thunder God will try to brush off the feeling in body, but it'll always come back. Maybe stronger than prior. And it's agitating since he only knew meditation, which doesn't help.

Standing from his spot, he groans indignantly, rubbing at his temples.

"Trouble with meditation, too, brother?" Raiden slightly flinches and turns to see Fujin. He must've not heard his brethren enter the room.

"It seems so. No matter my attempts, my mind will not be clear. Worse, I do not know what is causing it." Raiden walks around, trying to think before stopping by the window and peering down.

His glow up orbs observe his familiar two students sparring with each other. Turning to the right more, was you seated in the distance, catching up on your studies while occasionally glancing up at your two dorky friends fighting.

For whatever reason, Raiden was less interested in watching the progress with the two boys but kept focus on you. It wasn't like you were doing anything special, but his gaze just never leaves...

"She's stunning, isn't she?" Fujin walks to his side and observes as well.

Raiden only lets out a monotone grunt, which Fujin knew he agreed with him.

"I've been having the same feeling you have. A certain frustration that not even meditation can sooth." Fujin began, walking off from the window. "I may have an idea on how to deal with it, but you are not likely to accept it."

Raiden looked at his brother with a snarky look, finally ridding his gaze upon your figure. "Speak your mind brother, I have no patience for half-hearted, indirect suggestions at a time like this."

Fujin only chuckles at his brother's short fuse, nonchalantly leaning against the wall, crossing his arms. "Well, we both clearly have eyes for dear Y/n, am I correct?"

The expression on Raiden's face relaxed, intrigued on what Fujin may propose. "Are you perhaps about to suggest we collectively pursue her?"

The wind god smiles and nods. "We could persuade her to assist us both on our... salacious feelings before it gets worse."

Looking down, letting the cynical hat cover his glowing orbs, Raiden ponders. This was rather something sinful, but he cannot deny, he is a man. And he knew that Fujin wouldn't judge, considering he's completely relaxed and the one even to propose such a preposterous thing.

"What happens if she finds the request disturbing and says no?"

"If she doesn't want to then we can figure something else out, but Y/n is a cooperative one." Fujin answers, seemingly confident.

Sighing, Raiden takes the younger god's word for it. "I'll accept the proposition."

---Time skip! Dont forget to drink water!---

You ruffled your messy hair, being rather tired after a day of being active. Yet, you were to stop by the Sky Temple again at night.

Walking in quietly, you seeked out both protectors of Earthrealm and did your usual bow as they spot and approach you.

"Greetings, Y/n." Raiden says, returning the courteous bow. "You do not have to be formal with us. You're our friend." Fujin tells you with a warm smile.

"Oh- my bad, it's a habit." You say a bit flustered. "What is it you need from me at this time? Is it about Liu Kang?" I looked confusingly between the gods.

"No, we just..." Raiden didn't know how to start off. "Do you mind if we all go somewhere rather exclusive?"

You were confused since the Sky Temple was rather empty already, but you nodded anyways. And in a split second, the three of you appeared in a rather comfy looking bedroom with a flash.

It must've been Raiden's since all the decoration and furniture look ancient and untouched, considering he doesn't really take time off.

As you were distracted taking in the sudden surrounding, Raiden places his hands behind and back and sighs before explaining. "My brother and I spoke of an issue we both seem to have, and we request if you are willing to help us."

You looked at Raiden and then Fujin in the back. They both seemed relax as if maybe it was something not too urgent. It made you curious.

"Okay, what is it?"

"A certain craving," Raiden takes a glance at Fujin, whom nods, encouraging him to speak more on it.

"A need that we both share. We both desire the physical companionship of a woman. And we would like for you to join us in satisfying that, ah, particular desire since we know you well."

The cat seem to have ceased your tongue as you didn't know how to respond, rather your mind has clouded with thoughts, mostly questions. You looked from Raiden to Fujin. Both of them, eh?

Fujin raises an eyebrow, amused by your expression of shock and uncertainty. "Oh, don't worry, dear Y/n. We won't hurt you. We are simply asking for your consent, and your willingness to indulge us."

"So you guys are really asking me to sleep with you? BOTH of you?" You just had to make sure you were getting this right.

"It may sound absurd for a mortal woman to sleep with not one, but two gods, but we are still men." Raiden states.

"And something similar has happened before." Fujin hints with smugness.

"Fujin." Raiden gives him a warning look before turning back to your shorter being. "Do you have any objections?"

This was rather a one chance in a lifetime deal, and both brothers are such fine specimens. You trusted them well enough.

"Both of you?" You repeated once more with a smirk that was pure admiration.

Fujin walks behind you, first gently grabbing your shoulders before wrapping his arms around you, clearly the more eager brother.

"Brothers share, Y/n." He whispers in your ear, his white bang tickling your face.

Raiden steps more forward, his shadow looming over the both of you. "And we share 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨."

That line alone was enough to cause goosebumps. You gasp quietly feeling soft lips on your neck.

"She's so pretty." Fujin moans out a comment, holding you more and kissing your skin.

Your attention was grabbed back by Raiden as he lifts up your chin, having you look up at his authoritative eyes. "Are you ready to serve like a good mortal?"

You gulped, feeling two things poking you, behind and front.

"Yes, my lord..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ahem... not saying there will be a part 2, but uhhhh, I'm definitely gonna be thinking on it...

God, what my own writing does to me

(Someone on Tumblr ask smth in my inbox, I'm hella bored and lack human interaction)

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[enterwittyjokehere]

Me and Lord Raiden coded...

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk :þ

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Bloodline

Fandom: Mortal Kombat Legends: Cage Match

Relationships: Johnny Cage/Lord Raiden

Rating: E

Some misc content tags: godly sex, magic that makes Raiden horny, handjobs, blowjobs, nonstandard electric genitalia, trans!Johnny Cage, weird sex (like rly weird), brief breeding kink/fantasy (not acted upon), touch starved Lord Raiden, made up cage cult lore

Ao3 link also but I wrote it all in tumblr drafts like an idiot first so it��s here too

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“Johnny Cage, please… sit still.”

Raiden’s grip tightened on the man sitting in front of him, attempting to stop his squirming as he ran the wash cloth over his shoulders once more.

“Ah come onnnnn,” Johnny whined, “it’s cold!”

Raiden sighed. “It is meant to be. You have been infected by Netherrealm magic, Johnny Cage. These marks, the demon blood sitting in your veins…” He ran his fingers over the lines and symbols on Johnny’s back before quickly pulling away. The man below him shivered. “The healing waters of the Sky Temple will cleanse it from you,” Raiden continued, “but you must let me do my work.” He paused for a moment, softening. “I am sorry for any discomfort. I will try to be gentle.”

Johnny mumbled something quietly under his breath about shampoo and steam spas, before squaring his shoulders and reluctantly settling in once more. Raiden smiled, turning to dip the rag in the cool, glowing bowl of water on the table behind them. He wrung it out briefly, humming under his breath as he turned back to look over the skin yet to be cleaned.

“Lean forward, please,” he instructed. Johnny dipped his head down, and Raiden pushed the hair from the back of his neck, bringing the cloth to the last of the large diamond still drawn at the top of his spine. Johnny hissed at the contact.

“Why don’t you finish telling me about your fight with Shinnok?” Raiden prompted, hoping to distract him from his discomfort. He did not wish for this to be unpleasant, truly, but it still had to be done. Raiden could sense the touch of the Netherrealm on Johnny Cage, buzzing alongside… something else he could not place. It made him uneasy.

“Oh yeah!” Johnny’s head shot up in excitement before he froze, ducking back down apologetically. Raiden chuckled. “Where did we leave off again…? Oh! Right, kidnapped and tortured by my beautiful and demonic ex-costar. Alright, so—”

Raiden listened intently as Johnny once again launched into a colorful description of the last few days, recounting much of his own hardship and the battles he faced. Raiden worked the cloth slowly from the peak of his back down to the ink on his tailbone, moving up to his arms when he was finished there. He had already heard much of this story from Ashrah’s report to the temple earlier that day, but it was good to hear Johnny Cage’s side of things, and he was entertaining to listen to, if a bit grating.

“—And then I had a fuckin’ epiphany, you know? Throughout my life I’ve been told I’m special, and yeah, that sounds like the most stereotypical asshole claim to make coming from me, but when you’ve got Netherrealm women coming after your ass, it makes a guy reconsider! It was like I could feel this… this power in me.”

Raiden stilled his ministrations against Johnny Cage’s sternum, glancing down at him curiously. Ashrah had not mentioned that.

“It popped out earlier in the fight,” Johnny continued, “a little bit, at least, but I thought it was some trick of the street lights or a lucky hit, I dunno. But then I felt it. Solid. I knew what I had to do so I just went like—” He mimed a punch with one of his free arms, (“Bam!”) and for a moment, his skin lit up in green.

Raiden gasped, a jolt of brightness coursing from the surface of Johnny Cage’s skin into his own. It swept through his being with a surge of foreign mystic energy that left his fingers tight and his head spinning.

“I know right?” Johnny continued, oblivious. “It was wild. But anyway, he couldn’t touch me with it. I could just, bam bang pow! And he took it like a test dummy!”

Raiden nearly buckled. Every sound effect was punctuated with another flash of Johnny’s power, each new surge of light coursing through Raiden’s mind in a wave of heat and desire. A desire for service, a desire for touch. He could not focus. His fingers squeezed for purchase on Johnny’s shoulders, attempting to brace himself, his head light with visions of mortal bodies and twisting, rippling, green.

“And then it—Woah there big man, are you alright?”

Raiden groaned as Johnny Cage’s hand brushed over his thigh, flinching when he squeezed it slightly to steady him as he swayed.

Raiden blinked rapidly, trying to regain his composure.

“I am not… I am not sure…” he grit out. His voice was ragged, his mind warm.

Johnny looked concerned. “Maybe you should be the one sitting down right now. Hang on.”

He moved to get up from his chair, and something in Raiden’s chest flared. Immediately, he jerked forward to push him back down, his hands pressed tight against Johnny’s chest, the washcloth dribbling a line of blue over his stomach. Raiden panted. It felt as if every inch of his being had been set ablaze, something foreign and feverish stirring between his legs. This was what he had felt before, past the shadows of demonic blood and rage, this power.

Johnny stared up at Raiden, his eyes wide. “Sooo… this is new.” He laughed awkwardly. “You’re not gonna go all mad god on me too, right Ray-Man?”

Raiden smiled exasperatedly despite himself, shaking his head as he leaned closer. His mind yelled that this was not professional, that he was not acting with respect, but he could not find it in himself to care. Something drew his fingers to trace against Johnny’s jaw, something familiar in its tug, just on the edge of his memory.

Raiden swallowed. “What… what did the demons say was special about you?” he asked, his skin buzzing as he brushed idly over Johnny’s peach fuzz.

“Uhhh… something about my blood being… of the gods? I think?” he said. Ah. “I don’t know if they were being generous or what but my mom did have her fair share of weird stories about old relatives, and I mean, have you seen me?”

Raiden huffed, leaning back. “I have, Johnny Cage.”

Johnny’s eyes widened even further, and Raiden could hear the thump as his pulse quickened.

“And I believe I now understand our… situation,” Raiden continued. His mouth thinned against another wave of fuzzy heat. “There was once…an ancient group of Earthrealm champions, a clan like no other. They honed their bodies and spirits to be in the service of higher powers, to ascend beyond mortal limits and serve their deities with passion and pure will.” His hand trailed idly to Johnny’s chest. “They were bred for the gods.”

Johnny swallowed, glancing away from Raiden’s face and back to it several times in quick succession. “Sooo what you’re saying is…?”

“You, Johnny Cage, are a descendant of this clan,” Raiden explained. “Though seemingly not blessed with all their skills, it appears you still hold… you still hold their power, and it is…” Raiden made a small sound, unable to ignore the draw to the light before him, to the mark of such willing devotion. “It is intoxicating…” he whispered finally, curling into the mortal’s neck. His hat shifted upon his head, askew, but Raiden paid it no mind. His being pulsed with yearning. So close, and yet he dared not touch more.

Johnny was quiet for a moment, before Raiden felt the twitch of him smiling. “Are you saying I turn gods on with my magic warrior DNA?” he asked quietly, his voice dropping low enough to make Raiden groan.

“…Yes,” he murmured. “I would not wish to… to impose this on you. I am sorry.” His brows furrowed as he attempted to step back and give Johnny the space to leave. “I have already been much too invasive. That was not my intention. We may return to your care when I am in better—”

A hand snapped out to grip his thigh, pulling him back.

“Hold on a minute there, thunder buns.” Johnny smirked up at him, his eyes bright and his face far too mischievous. “If you’re saying you’re up for letting me service you—in like… the carnal sense—then I say clap these clouds and make me rumble. I’m more than game.”

Raiden was… shocked would not be the right word (though perhaps the one Johnny would have used jokingly if given the chance), but… flattered. Taken aback. Aroused.

He was not sure how to proceed. He was not used to the physical pleasures of mortal life, they were not something he usually desired. But this was an ancient calling, one that twisted between the very molecules of his body, reaching for him, calling him home with the promise of devout worship and a slick human mouth.

Raiden shivered.

He would not refuse this encounter today. This was an offering he would accept gratefully.

“Very well, Johnny Cage,” Raiden said, reaching up to hold the man’s face delicately. “You may serve me.”

Johnny grinned, and immediately moved to get to work.

He maneuvered the rag from Raiden’s grip easily and tossed it aside, wiping the stray wetness on his pants before his hands settled firmly on Raiden’s hips. Raiden gasped slightly at the touch, whining louder when Johnny’s fingers lit up once more, trailing white hot over the back of Raiden’s legs and the front of his stomach. The feeling was euphoric, a lost connection made whole again, an insatiable claim on flesh and blood. Raiden let his fingers card into Johnny’s hair, tugging gently with every soft moan that fell from his lips as his senses filled with a lifelong echo of old devotion.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” Johnny said slyly. “How good do I make you feel, big man?How badly do you want me to touch you?”

Raiden grunted as Johnny sent another punch of charge to his core. “Enough that I cannot wait, Johnny Cage,” he answered breathlessly. “Please.”

Johnny grinned. “Of course, my Lord.”

His hands dipped beneath Raiden’s robes, tugging on the knots of his belt and the twists of fabric until the cloth came loose. Raiden could not help but sigh as his form was freed from its confines, every inch of him hard and aching, fresh light seeping from the space between his legs. He had not been so worked up in eons.

“Woah…” he heard Johnny mutter.

Raiden glanced down and found his eyes wide, managing to muster a small huff of amusement as he shifted himself closer to Johnny’s face. The light of his shaft flickered gently over his features, stray crackles of energy jumping forward as if to reach him.

“It will not hurt you,” Raiden reassured, petting his head idly. “You may touch it.”

Johnny reached forward slowly, pausing only for a moment to glance up at Raiden before finally taking him in hand. Raiden hissed, feeling the hum of energy against warm skin as Johnny stroked him experimentally. It had been so long.

Johnny’s pace quickly increased, confidence returning to his face as he seemed to get a feel for Raiden’s form. His fingers flicked over the length, deft and smooth, his thumb catching under the stuttering tip for a moment and pressing before sliding back down to the base. Raiden keened deep in his chest, a stray bolt streaking out to fizzle harmlessly against Johnny’s cheek.

“I’ve gotta say, this is definitely the weirdest handjob I’ve ever given,” Johnny commented. “But, but, it also may be the hottest. So. Win.”

Raiden was too lost to respond. His gut was churning as Johnny continued to twist him in his heated palm, his skin pumping against Raiden with mystic charge, light leaking between his knuckles and spattering hissing to the temple floor.

It was so hard to keep him in focus.

Every movement made Raiden’s mind brim with old memories. Sensations pushed forward, buoyed on a wave of genetic valor and viscous light that made his stomach flip and tense. Bodies long lost, opening themselves to their gods, crying out as they were taken and filled.

Raiden whined quietly, his grip tightening in Johnny’s hair.

He could sense how precious they were, tender weapons formed from human shapes, built to serve their devotion. Something surged forth as Johnny’s aura sparked, and Raiden’s head tipped back in a silent shout, the echo of hundreds of hands sliding over his torso, rubbing and touching and pressing ghostly kisses into the space of his thighs.

“Johnny,” he pleaded softly, though he did not know what for. Did Johnny even know what he was doing? Did he know what bliss he was pulling from Raiden’s form?

His grip was so firm for a mortal’s. Raiden could feel the steadiness of it, the way Johnny’s energy burned to meet Raiden’s own. His head felt dizzy with it. Heavy and warm, like clouds on the precipice of rain.

His hips began to cant slightly into Johnny’s fist, the air around them growing heated and prickly as his thrusts quickly turned harsh in desperation. Johnny squeezed around Raiden’s base with a small chuckle, his palm tightening when his length slid back to squeeze around the tip. Raiden’s breath burst out in a plume of static.

“Come on, big guy,” Johnny coaxed. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

Raiden whined again. He was, Elder Gods, he was, but he could not speak. His mind was too deep in tangles of pleasure and old, lingering prayers, his thoughts swimming with visions of fruitful harvests and warm hearths. Yes. The power surged in satisfaction. Johnny Cage had earned such a reward. How well he had served him. How good he felt.

Maybe it was his lack of response that urged Johnny to move his other hand. He reached between Raiden’s legs, intent, perhaps, to find more flesh to massage, an expected weight to cup and roll. Instead, his fingers slid over the wetness there, the plasma sparking under his touch, and a jolt shuddered through Raiden’s legs. He heard Johnny hum thoughtfully, his hand slowing on Raiden’s shaft for only a moment, before—

“Ah!”

Raiden tugged harshly at Johnny’s hair as a burst of heat curled into him, soft, firm fingers sliding deep into his being.

“Johnny Cage—!” he began, but he was already lost. Like a coiled spring, his form burst, warm, vibrant light spilling in jagged streaks over Johnny’s face, a gush of glowing slickness following from below as something deep and primal rejoiced in the air around them.

Johnny looked smug as he stroked Raiden through it, his movements only slowing when Raiden finally gasped something harsh under his breath and flinched away. He removed his touch then, making sure to catch Raiden’s eye as he licked his fingers languidly.

“My my my,” Johnny said quietly. “Wasn’t that… electric.”

Raiden’s grip softened against his scalp, and he managed a small laugh as his chest heaved. What a strange human. He swallowed thickly, running a hand over Johnny’s head again as he tried to collect his thoughts.

Raiden was sated, yes, the calling deep within him quieted to a lulling hum, but… he did not feel satisfied. There was something… unfinished… an itch.

Ah.

An offering still to be rewarded.

Raiden’s hand moved down to slide over Johnny’s cheek, smearing idly through his own spend as it came to rest on his jaw. He felt the shift of weight as the man leaned into him.

“What’s up, lightning rod?” Johnny asked with a grin. “I leave you speechless?”

Raiden chuckled softly again. “No, no, it is just that you…you have not received your blessing.”

Johnny blinked. “My what now?”

Raiden brought his other hand to Johnny’s face, cupping it carefully as he tilted his gaze to better meet his own. He felt as if he were floating on instinct. This new pull was softer, but insistent; guiding him forward, pushing his mind to other ends. There were two halves of this exchange, Raiden saw that now, and he had yet to fulfill his own.

“Your blessing, Johnny Cage,” he repeated. “Your release,” he emphasized.

“What does that mean exac—oh ok!” Johnny squeaked as Raiden ran a thoughtful thumb over his lip.

“It means…Open for me…”

It was Johnny’s turn to look shocked then. He stared up at Raiden, a soft flush spreading beneath the scrapes and bruises on his cheeks.

“You will still be able to breathe, if that is a worry,” Raiden reassured. He knew human density caused issues with such matters. Johnny shook his head immediately, muttering a quiet No I’m fine, under his breath, before slowly leaning forward to open his mouth. Raiden smiled, petting his temple appreciatively.

“You are indeed special, Johnny Cage,” he said. “Your blood echoes with that of those who came before you, those who swore their beings to their faith.” He began to guide the flickering tip of his shaft forward, tilting his hips slowly until it slid across Johnny’s tongue. Raiden gasped quietly at the contact. “I wish to show you why,” he breathed, watching as Johnny’s eyes fluttered closed. “I wish to show you the worth of this devotion.”

Raiden pushed until his length hit the back of Johnny’s throat, and then paused. Even this, perfectly still, was so much. Raiden was not as hard as he had been before, but he was still sensitive. Energy crackled softly against Johnny’s lips, his mouth humming around Raiden’s girth, and Raiden felt himself shudder for a moment. Being this close to a mortal, so deep inside… it felt right. And yet it… it was not enough. His soul ached for more.

Johnny made a low sound as Raiden’s hips twitched forward slightly, his eyes pressed closed and his brows furrowed. His skin flickered bright for a moment, as if involuntarily, and it sent a thrum of power pulsing up between his gums. Raiden hissed, his hips rocking harder on impulse, caught by the breathless sensation and the dazed warmth that settled once again over his thoughts.

Perfect. Holy. He knew what had to be done.

Careful to start his pace easy, Raiden began steadily bucking into Johnny’s mouth. His lips were plush, his throat squeezing effortlessly around him as it welcomed him deeper. Wet and giving. Perfect.

Raiden’s thrusts quickened, his own slick leaving sticky trail on Johnny’s chin, parting messily in strings of luminescent spend and popping light.

“You are wonderful, Johnny Cage,” he whispered, a sound rumbling deep in his chest as he pressed himself even further inside. Johnny made a confused noise below him, but Raiden paid it no mind. “You will see how worthy you are,” he breathed, “what a gift you have earned.”

Raiden canted forward hard into Johnny’s mouth, fingers squeezing around the back of his head as he held him flush against his pelvis and stilled. He caught his breath for only a moment, panting, before a moan ripped from his chest as he let himself expand.

Quick as lighting, currents of form bled outwards from Raiden’s tip, rushing through Johnny’s body in seeking, buzzing, tendrils. Johnny moaned loudly beneath him, his fingers scrambling up to squeeze tight at Raiden’s hips as his skin flickered and tensed with a web of undulating light; Raiden’s light.

He could feel every inch of Johnny now, from the inside out. Every nerve of his system, every charged breath. He pushed his being through the expanse of Johnny’s lungs, feeling the crackle of air before rushing to the tips of his toes and the curve of his thighs. Bolts streaked from the surface of his skin to curl back and leave fluttering touches on whatever they could reach; his face, his chest, his cock.

Raiden moaned softly as he concentrated himself there, between Johnny’s legs, pushing between his folds and playing idly with the flesh there. He was so wet, the head of his cock engorged as it rubbed on the inside of his boxers, sticky and twitching as Raiden pressed against it. Johnny keened, his hips grinding down as Raiden tugged on it slightly, rolling the tip in his light as Johnny humped into the volts of tactile pleasure, chasing his release.

Raiden could feel the knot of power inside him, a twisting mass of green undulating against Johnny’s soul and mixing with Raiden’s own. It called him deeper, urging him to press inside, and Raiden groaned, sliding a part of himself to the place it coaxed him to. The place it wanted him to fill, the place it wanted him to make whole.

Hands of light broke forth to caress Johnny’s stomach, sliding up to play with the buds of his chest and skim the small scars beneath them as Raiden continued to finger him slowly.

He was truly a specimen. He was brash, but kind, and his lineage was great; a line that would surely flourish should it be brought into the modern era. Raiden could so easily sire more… stake his divine claim on this mortal body, reinvigorate his bloodline. He could create more beautiful warriors, more who were so dedicated to life and brimming with passion, carrying a god’s blood in their veins. It would be so easy… so simple…

He let himself indulge for a moment, a soft sound falling from his lips as he ground forward and let his thoughts slip into visions of a full womb and laughing children.

Perhaps then he would not be alone. Perhaps then he could bring something of light to this world instead of blood and pain.

Perhaps…

Raiden let his form retreat from Johnny’s core with a soft breath.

No… he was not so selfish as to cross that line. It was a wish for another lifetime, another day with a body that was not his own. He focused instead on pleasuring Johnny as he was now, on the bliss of his walls squeezing around Raiden and the sing of near orgasmic adrenaline in his veins. Raiden was not far behind. They would complete this worship together.

“Johnny Cage,” he murmured, “son of Karlatun, descendant of Scandinavia and Greece.” His form pulsed its touch within him, and Johnny moaned in response. “You have done well for this lord,” Raiden said, gritting his teeth as the next slide through Johnny’s being made his mind burn. “You are worthy of my blessing.”

And with that, Raiden let go once more.

A rippling crackle of light burst through Johnny’s body, carrying with it every breath of ecstasy forged from the past, every signal of pleasure Raiden could muster. It squeezed and lifted great sounds from them both, a wave of thunderous heat spilling over Johnny’s shoulders as Raiden curled over him, feeding him every second of it, every blissful spark.

He released until he was shaking, until his being could give no more. Raiden heaved above Johnny, fingers clutching preciously at the curves of his neck as his form slowly coiled back into a shivering weight on his tongue.

What perfection this was… what a beautiful end to prayer…

Raiden swallowed, licking his lips dryly as he leaned back and straightened. Johnnys eyes were still closed below him, a blissful tenseness to his features that looked almost as if he were asleep. Raiden ran a finger over his cheek, pushing a lock of sweaty hair behind his ear before beginning to slowly pull out. He hissed under his breath as he did so, too tender to touch even himself.

Johnny was silent as Raiden stepped fully away, his touch leaving the man only briefly to collect the cloth from the floor and return to clean him as best he could. His breaths came out shaky as Raiden touched him again, his lips reddened and sticky.

“Are you alright?” Raiden asked, wiping the lines of spend from Johnny’s chin.

The man’s eyes slid open, glassy and still blown wide, but able to find Raiden easily. “Yeah,” he rasped out. “Fuckin’… more than alright. Shit…”

Raiden smiled and continued to clean him. “Good,” he said. “I would not wish to have done you harm with that display. You did very well.”

Johnny grinned lazily, and Raiden huffed slightly as he cupped the back of his head to tilt him.

“Was that your first human in a few centuries?”Johnny asked.

“Yes,” Raiden answered easily. “My work does not usually have need for this kind of coupling.” He glanced down in emphasis, and watched as Johnny’s gaze flicked between his legs, finding where Raiden’s form had already relieved itself of physical burden, his thighs fading up into nothing but a smooth mass of electricity.

Johnny clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Daaang… no round three?”

Raiden smiled again. “Not today, Johnny Cage.”

“Not today, but that means you’re still up for another round sometime, right?”

Raiden laughed. “I do not know why this is an experience you would want to repeat, but I am not… opposed to the idea, no.” Maybe it would do him good to engage in mortal pleasures more often. This was… enjoyable. Plus, he did not think he would be able to ignore the effect Johnny had on him.

“Well, ranking this against my tower of other lays,” Johnny began, “let’s see… I think that was… the second time a blowjob has given me a muscle cramp?” He smirked. “But this was way more fun than college wrestling.”

Raiden smiled, moving to cleanse the towel before returning. “Is that high praise?” he asked.

“Very.”

He hummed, running the cloth down over Johnny’s chest. “You are an interesting man, Johnny Cage. I appreciate your… willingness for new experiences.”

“Eh, it’s what makes life fun, plus,” his hand moved up to smooth idly over Raiden’s thigh, “I gotta continue the work of my bloodline somehow, right?”

Raiden stilled, glancing up to find Johnny’s eyes watching him, sharp with intent. His breath hitched.

Johnny held his gaze for a moment, something flickering in the air between them, before his face melted back into its previous innocence. His grip lightened.

“By the way,” he said, “do you have laundry out here? ‘Cause I really need to wash my pants.”

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[supervillain-smut]

Lord Raiden x Fem! Reader Smut

So. This is around 2-3 months of on-and-off work and 3,100 words!

CW for severe age gap, size difference, established relationship, friends to lovers.

There were so many other options. So many other single, attractive men, most much closer to your age than who your brain had decided to set your sights on. 

There was the young, talented, slightly cocky Kung Lao. There was what most women would consider the ‘obvious choice’ Johnny Cage. Even if you didn’t particularly feel like the men around you, there was the gorgeous, protective, and ambitious Jade. Never mind the stunning Princess of Outworld, Kitana. 

No, you just had to want who was probably the eldest and most unattainable of your choices; the always stoic actual thunder god and protector of Earthrealm Raiden. You weren’t even sure he was interested in, or able to, have romantic feelings or relations with mortal humans. You had managed to never leave his side, by pure coincidence. You would offer to assist Jax, or back up Kung Lao and Liu Kang as they left to free Princess Kitana; but no. 

“I need you with me.” “You need to stay with me; it’s safer this way.” “I can’t see your fate, things are uncertain. Perhaps it is best you stay with me.” An excuse every time. You weren’t exactly complaining, after all, it meant you got to be around him more, watch him fight, better yet fight alongside him. You had overcome many obstacles together, and the bond between you was beginning to become undeniable. You were unstoppable together. He saved your life, you saved him a few times, you’d swap favors back and forth. Now, as Earthrealm lay war-torn, and Shao Kahn was defeated, you’d have to go your separate ways. He’d go back to training the Shao Lin, you’d go back to your normal life. You’d see him again once Earthrealm was threatened once again by Outworld. 

“So, this is the armory. Equip yourself with anything you’re familiar with, and we’ll get going.” Jax instructed as you scanned the wide array of weapons, older fashioned and brand-new tech alike. “Y/N?” You turned to face the familiar voice that was Raiden’s as your heart began to race. 

“Lord Raiden! Good to see you. It makes me feel a hell of a lot safer to know you’re with us again.” You spoke as you bowed, only for Raiden to place his hands on your shoulders and stand you up straight. 

“There’s no need for formalities. Not anymore. Surely, we’ve been through enough for long enough to forgo them. In any case, I am also glad to see you rejoin the fight. I have not forgotten your talent, or your heart.” He spoke with a smile in his eyes as he regarded you, one hand lingering on your shoulder before he took a deep breath and removed it, seeming to change his entire demeanor from familiar friend to God. 

“I hope you’re ready for whatever waits through that portal; Outworld’s species are unlike anything you have ever seen on Earthrealm, and twice as deadly.” 

“Oh, I think I can handle it. Are we teaming up again, or do I have a new dance partner?” You smiled innocently at him, admittedly a little hopeful to spend more time around him again. 

“Not this time, I’m afraid. This time it is you and Jax.” Your face must have dropped more than you intended because he slightly lifted a brow at your reaction to his words. 

You barely had any time to think about your separation from Raiden, or Raiden at all, as you were busy enough sticking close to Jax and fighting your way through Tarkatans to clear a path for the others, finally getting a chance to catch your breath as you reached the top of the temple. Raiden and his brother Fujin teleported to your location once it was clear and did what they had to; you didn’t even know Raiden had a brother. 

A celebratory dinner was had for your victory, Johnny doing most of the talking as usual as you all swapped stories of what happened while you all were away. “So, Raiden, what do you do in the few minutes it seems you get from having to save us weak mortals?” 

Raiden scoffed through his nose at your question. “I, for one, do not think mortals are weak. I cannot possibly say that when I am around the strongest of you.” 

“Damn right!” Johnny interrupted, giving a small toast before downing the rest of his drink. 

“Even though mortals can be challenging to be around sometimes due to select few arrogances;” Raiden made a pointed glance at Johnny as he let out a small “Hey!” as Raiden continued. “I spend most of my time at the temple meditating, reflecting, strategizing, and training the newest generation of fighters.” 

“Sounds boring!” Johnny said with a dramatic yawn. “Not all jobs have to be interesting to be useful. You could use a useful task such as fighting to save Earthrealm to be more prevalent in your life, Johnny.” Kenshi rebutted, taking a sip of his wine as Johnny pouted at him, using his hand to represent Kenshi’s mouth to mock him. “I can sense what you’re doing, Cage.” Kenshi sighed as Johnny swiftly dropped his hand. 

Raiden looked across the table at you and held your gaze for a minute with a fond look in his eyes and a smirk on his face before you both registered the commotion that was Johnny and Jax arm wrestling in what was probably Johnny’s one good idea for the entire year, moving over a table to not knock all of the food and drinks over. Raiden rolled his eyes, only for them to follow you as you decided to go elsewhere now that you were done eating. You were not even halfway across the courtyard before it started pouring rain seemingly out of nowhere. You turned around and ran back into the dining hall, but not before you had time to catch the culprit and hear his taunting laughter; Rain. In your rush to get indoors, you ran directly into Raiden. 

You both let out an ‘oof!’ as you hit each other, the thunder god only taking a few steps back in recoil as you were bracing to hit the ground. You waited for the impact, but it never came. You opened your eyes just in time as Raiden hoisted you back to your feet. Rain’s laughter was audible as he watched it all unfold from a safe spot under an awning. You looked at Raiden just in time to catch his eyes narrow as he lifted a hand and summoned lightning to the clouds Rain had created, and suddenly... 

CRACKCRACKCRACKCRACK! 

At least five thunder bolts came crashing down on the courtyard, Rain’s shout barely heard over the noise as it shook the ground. You had instinctively protected yourself... By curling up into Raiden. You were so close, when you looked up you could see the details of his glowing eyes, which softened from the glare he previously possessed into that all-too-familiar fondness. You quickly took a step back and straightened everything out, prepared to save face by punching Rain in his, only to find him gone. He must have run when the lightning struck. 

“Where were you off to, if you don’t mind my asking? You left dinner without a word.” Raiden softly asked. “I was going to my room; too much noise and testosterone, you know?... Where were you headed?” You tilted your head and crossed your arms. “To find you. I, for one, wasn’t through with our conversation. It’s been too long, and with Johnny’s incessant rambling, we’ve had almost no time to catch up.” You smiled at Raiden’s words before you turned serious. “You know, I haven’t really stopped thinking about everything we went through together. It still runs through my head sometimes. Even when I look at the people around me, I see their old selves. But not you; you’re just you. We made a good team. I hope to have the chance to do it again.” You spoke honestly, possibly because of a few drinks, as you leant on the wall in front of him. 

Raiden looked at his feet and smiled for a moment before meeting your eyes again. “Nor have you left my mind. There were times my meditation was interrupted with memories of our time together. It nearly makes me... What do you call it? Nostalgic?” He took up his usual pose, crossing his arms over his chest. You loved it when he did that. Showed off his arms more. You bet he could pick you up, no problem. You shook yourself out of your thoughts as you realized you’d left him waiting for a response as you mildly stared. 

“Aw, I didn’t know I did that to you!” You said sarcastically, teasingly pushing his shoulder, not even enough to move him. He sighed deeply and stepped towards you, placing one hand on the wall beside your shoulder, the other hung at his side nearly curled into a fist. 

“You do... so many things to me...” The admission was almost whispered, but it made your eyes widen in shock like he’d yelled it; it was plenty loud enough. “Raiden... do you... care for me? More than the others, I mean?” Raiden tentatively brought his hand to your waist, his fingers ghosting over you, barely touching. “Yes. I do. And I’ve been fighting it the entire time we’ve been apart. Convincing myself it was wrong, more importantly, I was wrong. But the way you look at me, the hope in your eyes at the chance to fight by my side, to be by my side... It’s all confirmed and solidified it. I can’t escape it unless you wish to release me. Tell me you don’t feel the same, that you don’t want me in your life.” 

“Raiden...” You rested your hand on his chest. “Please. I need to hear it, either way.” “Raiden! I can’t. I can’t tell you that because I do feel the same as I always have. I do want you in my life, more than anything. I want you more than anything.” Your hand crept upwards as you spoke before it came to a halt cupping his face, to which he leant into the affection. There was a moment of silence between you as you stared into the other’s eyes, as if searching for something, before Raiden crashed his mouth onto yours, properly gripping your hip to pull your body into him. His frame nearly swallowed yours as you urged him to deepen the kiss; he was clearly inexperienced as his hands never moved and your teeth occasionally clacked. He seemed to learn as you went, bumping into each other less and his hand reaching up to hold the back of your neck, your own hand accidentally knocking his hat off; something neither of you noticed even as you broke apart for air. “Would you mind if I escorted you to your quarters?” Raiden asked, taking a step back and offering his hand. “I would be honored and delighted.” 

It wasn’t until you were nearly at your door that Raiden noticed his missing hat and waved away the idea to turn around and go get it. The coast was clear as everyone was still in the dining hall, and Raiden seized the opportunity. As soon as the door had closed and you turned to face him, he swept you into another heated kiss, your bodies pressed tightly together, hands roaming every inch they could find as you moaned into his mouth. You grabbed at his robe and pulled him backwards towards your bedroom, occasionally bumping into things like the couch or the wall on the way, slowly undressing layer after layer from each other. You kicked the door to your bedroom open, Raiden not parting from you for a moment as he backed you onto your bed, crawling atop you. 

On your way you had stripped the other down to a single layer, not including your underwear. Raiden’s hands were gentle yet fervent as they roamed your body, nestling himself between your legs as you wrapped them around him. “I must admit, I’m new to these sorts of... ahem, activities. You may need to teach me. I know many things about mortals; this is not one of them.” Raiden spoke, panting. “I’d be more than happy to teach you, Raiden. How about we start by getting the rest of these clothes off?” You spoke as you grabbed the hem of his shirt, noting how soft and silky it was. “A grand idea.” Raiden smirked as he spoke, pulling your pants down and off you as you lifted his shirt over his head. Raiden’s hands conveyed his curiosity as they wandered over every inch of exposed skin, testing and observing your reactions. 

You eventually found yourself in Raiden’s lap as he sat on the side of your bed, grinding into him as he moaned into your neck. His hands rubbed your sides, wandering lower until his fingers found your covered pussy. He rubbed along your folds, rubbing your clit in circles as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, moaning into his mouth. He pulled you upwards until your knees rested on the bed on either side of him. “Brace yourself on my shoulders.” Raiden muttered into your neck, and you did as he told you as he delved his hand past your panties, continuing to rub your clit in circles as he looked up at you with half-lidded, lust-filled eyes as he continued to kiss your neck and chest. 

You were grateful for his idea as he slipped a thick finger past your folds into your core as you cried out at the feeling. “Are you alright? Is this okay?” Raiden halted his movements and retracted his finger, looking up at you in concern. You caught your breath before responding. “Yes, Raiden, I’m fine. Please don’t stop, that felt good.” Raiden smiled in satisfaction and resumed what he was doing, rubbing along your walls until you cried out again and curled your toes when he finally found that wonderful spot. “Fuck! Raiden, right there! Oh, don’t stop!” Raiden smiled to himself at his ability to make you forget your manners around him, speeding up his movements as he added another finger. You were moaning loudly, and Raiden had no intention of silencing you. “That’s it, tell me how you feel. Tell me how I make you feel.” “Ugh, Raiden! You make me f-feel so good! Oh, don’t stop! Fuck!” Your grip on his shoulders tightened as your thighs shook. 

“Are you close, my love?” “Nn, yes! S-so close! Don’t stop, don’tstopdon’tstop!” You keened as you came around his fingers and he supported your back as you collapsed into his lap to ensure you didn’t fall backwards. As you came down from what would be one of many orgasms of the night, you felt something hard poking the inside of your thigh. “Are you... Are you comfortable where you are, Raiden?” “Quite. Why are you uncomfortable?” “No, just wanted to make sure.” You winced as Raiden removed his fingers, suddenly feeling horribly empty. You stroked him and he gasped, bucking slightly into your hand as you lined him up at your entrance. He was big, no doubt it was going to take some adjusting before either of you did anything. 

“You’re still okay with this, Raiden?” “Yes. Please.” You slowly sank onto his length, wincing at how much he stretched you. Once you were fully seated, you placed your hands on his chest to steady him. His chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, and you nearly gasped when you looked up at him. His eyes were completely focused on you, half-lidded and filled with affection, a smirk on his lips. He allowed his hands to continue rubbing up and down your sides before pulling you into him as you wrapped your arms around his huge frame and rubbed small circles onto his back as he kissed the top of your head, just enjoying the moment of finally being so intimately connected. The warm glow that had built between you swiftly turned back into lust as Raiden leaned back to get a better look at you in his lap, only to notice something that drove him wild, his cock twitching inside you at the mere sight. 

You followed his gaze, and you noticed what had changed him so drastically; His cock was so thick and long compared to your smaller frame it was causing your abdomen to bulge just enough to be noticeable. Raiden rested his forehead on your shoulder and growled, really growled, as he brought his hand over your stomach, and you returned the kiss he’d given you seconds earlier to the crown of his head. He began to slowly thrust into you, groaning as he felt his own cock sliding in and out of you. You could feel it too, and although the feeling was a little uncomfortable and foreign, seeing how much Raiden enjoyed it was enough for you to accept the feeling and focus on his movements. He held you close to him as he began to increase the intensity of his thrusts, maintaining his slow pace, breathing steadily as he fought the urge to just let himself go. 

You soaked in each other’s affection as he brought his hand to your clit to help you along to your next orgasm, Raiden hoping you’d break before he would. His wish was granted as you cried out his name, spasming around him and clawing up his back. Raiden cried out as he stilled himself completely, gripping your hips and holding you in place as he buried himself completely and came deep within you. You could have sworn he managed to make your stomach bulge just a little more. Raiden gasped for every breath as he began to massage circles into your hips, sweat sticking some of his platinum white hair to his forehead and neck. You gently ran your hands through his hair, holding it in a ponytail for a little bit to relieve him. You rubbed circles onto his back as he placed soft kisses on your shoulder. “Are you alright, my love?” Raiden asked softly. “Yes. Are you alright? Would you like me to get up?” “I’m fine. In fact, I’m just getting started, if you’re content to continue? Continue to teach me?” The lust that had been present in his voice was back as he slowly rocked your hips into him. “Mm, I can be convinced.” 

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[zutraeumen]

Materialistic Seduction

This is a part of my one-shot book about Raiden called: Ceraunophile. You can find the whole book on these platforms: FanFiction, AO3, Wattpad or Quotev. Mortal Kombat belongs to its respectful owners.

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Materialistic Seduction [+18]

"Do you think this looks better than the mustard one?"

Sonya asked you as you turned around to give your opinion on another dress your friend tried on. For what occasion one might ask? Well, answer that for yourself- just kidding. Johnny had asked Sonya to be his date for the premiere of his new film, and Sonya (not surprisingly) had no suitable dress in her closet. Not for a red-carpet event at least.

Hell, you didn't possess one either, so who were you to judge?

As a true best friend should, Sonya had asked for your help, and you, as a best friend should, didn't even hesitate to accompany her on a trip to the mall. You saw no harm in helping out, to be another pair of eyes here for you to find the best fit.

Only then did you realize just how bad of an idea taking you was.

You had literally never bought a dress for yourself IN YOUR LIFE! How were you to know what colours would match your best friend?!

"It does, but I have a feeling something blue would make your hair stand out more. Hmm..." trailing off, you perused the different articles, acting as if you had any real idea of what specifically you were looking for.

Admit it, you were just trying to sound a bit helpful even though you were doing most of the research on the spot. Behind your friend's back while the blonde was changing, googling as a woman possessed for articles that gave you an incentive on what colours to look out for.

Elder Gods, your inner woman felt pathetic.

Okay, enough self-pity, get over yourself, this shouldn't be that hard! Just turn on your brain and make logical connections!

You stood by your belief that a turquoise blue would most brilliantly stand out against Sonya's blond tress and matching blue eyes. Plain was off the table, it HAD to be something glamorous so it matched with her date's personality as much as it would shock him once he would lay eyes on her. You were convinced that with Sonya's level of confidence and sculpted body, she had what it took to rock any dress.

Your mind was running seven miles per hour at this point as you searched for a worthy candidate for what you had envisioned and- OH MY GOD THAT DRESS THERE WAS PERFECT!

It didn't take much for you to imagine your best friend in this piece of art. With gentle fingers, you took it off its hanger and presented it to the Commander.

"This Sonya, trust me, this is the one we've been looking for."

You tell her, sounding positively captivated by your choice, your friend noted discreetly as Sonya made her way to the changing room. She emerged after a short amount of time, slowly falling in love with the magnificent piece herself as you stood by her side against the massive mirror.

"[Y/N], I have to say, you might be right. It does look kinda good on me."

Your head almost unscrew itself from your spine so fast did you turn to your friend, unbelieving of what you were hearing, "Kinda?! Girl, don't tell me no bullshit, you look positively ravishing! Johnny's jaw will be hanging on the floor for the rest of the evening, you'll see!"

Sonya simply stood still as your verbal charade ended, arms crossed and one brow raised, questioning.

"Is that tone I am hearing, soldier?"

"Noooooo, but seriously, if I were Johnny, I wouldn't hesitate to jump your bones."

"Like those guys sending you bedroom eyes at the gym?" She retorted and a frown settled on your determined face before it morphed into disgust. You said it before, you didn't appreciate any other eyes on you than Raiden's.

"Ew, no, I pass."

"Thought so, not when you have caught yourself a god."

...

...

...

Thoroughly shocked, with words caught in your throat, you made an incomprehensible indignant sound to fill the space with your confusion. A furious blush has taken over your face while you sputtered questions along the lines of 'How', 'Why' and 'When'.

Sonya, with a soft quirk of lips, supplied, "You didn't think I wouldn't notice my best friend suddenly disappearing with the Thunder God in the middle of the dancefloor?"

"Uhm, yes?" You reply, trying not to act too guilty about being caught red-handed by your best friend, who should have been the first to know.

"You are right, I didn't make the connection at first. Johnny told me."

Now you were sheepish and embarrassed in equal measure. How did a harmless conversation turn this uncomfortable? Well, someone outing your secret and then being confronted about it wasn't going to be pleasant for anyone, but alas, you were at fault for not sharing.

You only hoped your bestie would understand why you had kept it from her.

Disapproving, you shook your head, muttering a 'Fucking snitch!' under your breath. Sonya couldn't help but laugh at what you said. You looked into her eyes and then let them drop.

"I am sorry for not telling you. You must angry at me."

Gowns and events forgotten, Sonya put a comforting hand on your shoulder, "You don't have to be and anyways, would I have asked for your help if I were truly mad at you?"

Most likely not, you nodded knowingly at her, beyond thankful that your little secret hadn't created a rift in your friendship.

"Does he make you happy?"

There wasn't any need to answer as the gratifying smile that broke out on your lips showed your friend the true extent of happiness your boyfriend - Sonya never thought she would come to associate the stoic Thunder God with that word - caused by simply being your significant other.

"Anyways, let's wrap things up here so we can grab a cuppa, don't you say?"

Glad to shrug off the tension, the idea of a hot cup of sweet tea sounded appealing, "Sounds good to me."

And after a quick visit to the cashier, Sonya's purse felt lighter than before as the two of you enjoyed your warm beverages with a dose of light-hearted small talk. Although you could tell that your best friend became curious pertaining to the details of your romantic liaison with Raiden.

I mean, who wouldn't be?

The air felt light around you two, having achieved all that you came to the shopping centre for. The day seemed to be concluded, you figured as Sonya finished her coffee, and you would soon part ways amicably.

That was how you thought it would play out.

Sonya had other ideas. Terrible ideas. Why in the Elder Gods were you going into a fancy lingerie shop?

Let me rephrase that.

WHY THE HELL ARE WE LOOKING OVER SEXY UNDERWEAR?!

"Umm, Sonya?" You waited for her gaze to settle on you, "What are we doing here?"

"Spicing things up for you."

Confused, you asked, "Why?"

"For the bedroom."

Offended, you asked again with a slight shrill in your tone, "WHY?"

"Dunno. We can't call it a shopping trip if only I get to buy something. We have to get you something too!"

"But why lingerie?!" You hissed through gritted teeth.

"Because you need it!"

"Do not!"

"You do!"

"DO NOT!"

"Oh for Christ's sake [Y/N], you're running around in sports bras long enough! Just imagine the face Raiden will make once he sees you in one of those. You will have him salivating like a dog."

This wasn't how you imagined him to react at all, he wasn't some prude after all. But the intensity with which he would look upon you, you could picture in your mind. With relative ease, you could see the last tethers of his self-control snapping within seconds before he would strike and ravage your alluring body to new heights.

The thought made you impossibly aroused, and say what it may about you, that was all it took for you to follow through with Sonya's idea.

So this was how you ultimately ended up posing in front of your bathroom mirror a few hours later, in nothing but your freshly bought underwear; a matching chemise discarded on the toilet lid. After one last contemplating glance at your reflection, you splashed your face with water for refreshment and jumped into bed.

Though with no intention to sleep as you waited for the return of your Thunder God.

Raiden came to you sooner than you expected, and you nervously adjusted your position to look as seductive as possible. You know, like those playboy models that some boys in your high school seemed to hinge on during the breaks.

But the fantasies and possible scenarios kept you wanting and desperate. More than you ever have been.

Your heart picked up as you heard the bedroom door open, rusty hinges squeaking with the movement (you'd have to oil them soon). The darkness of the room hid your nervous silhouette. A short silence followed that had your body itching in anticipation and impatience, close to being unbearable when a rustle of cloth permeated the room's silence.

Raiden was taking his clothes off, you could tell, and none the sooner you felt your mattress dip with his weight. Any time soon, he would notice and confront you about it, only...

He did nothing. Simply continued to lie on his side of the bed. Feeling lost, your mind ran on overtime as you drummed over other solutions to your small problem. Perhaps you weren't as straightforward with your intent as you imagined.

In an attempt to catch his attention without blowing your cover, you shuffled closer with some made-up noises. Once you were skin-to-skin, enough to invite him to touch you and discover his surprise, now you were positively thrumming energy.

Yet it still amounted to nothing, no reaction at all, and even your sexual drive slowly receded with the lack of interest. It left you disappointed in him and most importantly, yourself, as you couldn't have failed more spectacularly than this.

With that in mind, you disregarded any possible option of continuing and prepared yourself for a frustrated attempt at falling asleep. In the end, you did somehow end up falling asleep but you don't even remember how long it took you as you found yourself slowly awakening within the next moment.

Not to the morning light shining through the gasp of your drapes.

Not to the hooting of cars in a faraway street.

Not even the barking of that Rottweiler your neighbours kept walking in the morning hours.

It was a tender sensation, not quite like a touch, but soft to be misjudged as one. A faint humming gave the atmosphere a warmth that made a smile blossom on your face. If only every morning with Raiden could be like this. Warm and sweet, like a fine tea to get rid of residual sleepiness.

Raiden had other ideas though, once his eyes drank the utterly sensual sight of you. The silky sheets pooled messily around as you rested on your side, away from him, with a pillow tucked underneath your head. You embodied the epitome of peace. It was, however, not the only thing he noticed in his visual venture.

He had never seen you in such revealing clothing before and he particularly liked the light blue chemise that looked, against the few rays of gold, like a holy veil. And your body an altar to be worshipped. In that case, he would gladly adhere to the role of a devoted believer.

However, your innocence certainly conjured the most sinful ideas in his imagination. Devoid of ill intent, but full of lust and desire. The images came to him easily, seamlessly transitioning and overlapping into a vision so pleasurable, he got hard in no time.

About how he could take you. How he could elicit in you the greatest heights of ecstasy. In different positions. Through different touches. Through...

At first, it had him taken back. Fantasizing was an entirely new thing for his virtuous self after all and for a second, he reprimanded himself. That he shouldn't be thinking of you with such depraved thoughts. Especially not while you were SLEEPING! But you had a way of sweeping away the very foundations his being stood on.

And this time was no different.

He decided, in a valiant effort to calm down, to listen to your periodic huffs of small breaths. His mind wouldn't pounce on that, surely. But it did, viciously, as he thought about how it sped up during your shared passion and he resisted the urge to grind his aching need into the sheets, or worse, you.

He would have no words for his actions if you woke up to him rutting against you like some sort of animal, not the dignified individual that he presumed himself to be.

How could he want you this strongly by only gazing at you? By this point, he was getting desperate for you. For your warmth. For the way you sometimes whispered his name lewdly into his ear, or screamed it when Raiden brought you to peak-

"Hmm... Raiden?" you called out sleepily, a lilt of confusion to your small voice that had him repressing his befuddled state even more. But a roaring fire once stoked, could hardly be put out by the wind. It only served to enhance the frenzied flame that churned inside of him.

He wanted to greet you into waking up to a new day, but he feared his voice would give him away, if his inappropriate actions haven't already.

The god's silence gave your time to sober up a bit. The sleep-induced grogginess gradually faded with the realization of space and time. It was morning, not too early but not yet noon as well. You felt rested, despite the disappointment from yesterday.

However, as you turned to catch a glance of Raiden, you realized something was wrong. He was frowning, like when he was in deep thought, but it looked as if he was particularly conflicted this time around.

It couldn't have been of the positive kind, as his body appeared tense, muscles tightened like a bowstring, "Honey, talk to me, what's wrong?"

His eyes flickered to yours hurriedly, as if he was deliberately concentrating on anything that wasn't you. That was when you saw just how much they had darkened, glazed over with unbridled desire, and the sight alone debauched you in ways only your Thunder God could.

Unlike other times though, you had no intentions of giving in easily this time. You'd act cross with him since he had, unknowingly mind you, denied you release yesterday. Sly wasn't a trait one would associate with you in any concept, but that was before Raiden became part of your life, and before you experienced the infuriating feeling of sexual frustration.

Teasingly, you ran a hand across his feverish skin, and as expected, it elicited a violent shudder from your lover, "Gods, Raiden, you are shivering! Should I get you something to warm up?"

At loss for words as he seemed, a simple 'no' made it out of his orifice. You yourself had no words to describe the empowerment you felt, but you would indulge in such depraved thoughts once you were done with your mission.

Feigning the notion of not knowing better, you continued with your charade of concern, "Should I fetch you another blanket or? Oh, tea! Right! I'll go and make you some oolong tea. That will surely warm you up!"

Just as you were about to let him be on his own, a sturdy arm came around your mind, momentarily robbing your breath due to its force as Raiden brought you to himself. Your instincts tingled with danger as you felt him exhale against the shell of your ear.

"I... I need you."

Gosh, you might as well have died right there, right now. You could swear his baritone had never dropped this low. Coupled with those sensuous syllables dripping from his mouth like fine silk, well, it left the empty walls of your channel to clench around nothing. He had you right back to where you were yesterday, and from this standpoint, it seemed that what you had in mind seemed far crueller than initially thought.

But you would not let him have his way quite yet, as sorely tempted as you were.

Like a cat that got the cream, you cooed with barely constrained amusement.

"Are you running a fever as well, my dear?"

A hand of yours, tingling with residual needles, swept across the smooth skin of his forehead to find it absolutely packed with heat (as if you weren't burning up from the inside out). You were curious to see how far you could push him with this. If you could manage to coax out his rougher - no, hmmm, how should you put his - primal? - side of him.

You simply wanted him to explore those intimate parts of himself that he had yet to discover.

"Nay, my love! I-"

Taking his hesitation into an advantage, you rushed out of his embrace to saunter off into the kitchen like a feline that got her way, with a pronounced sway to your hips, enticing him further. Fighting to keep the Cheshire grin off your face, the hungry gaze of his would have pulled you back to him like a string.

Once you have passed the door and out of sight, your palm moved to your heart almost immediately, overwhelmed and unbelievably shaky. You actually pulled that off! With your timid nature no less! Willpower next to none!

It was hugely out of character, ESPECIALLY for someone like you, who most jerks would call a good girl. Complaisant and obedient. But your actions spoke louder than words. Denying him once inspired some braver parts of you to poke the dragon doubtlessly hidden inside of him.

Whether you would come to regret it was up to the upcoming minutes.

Although seriously speaking, the god would have to approach with some unconventional tastes to truly scare you off. But you were confident that wasn't to be the case with him. You simply didn't peg him as an overly kinky guy.

Lost in your musing, the lurking giant behind you totally escaped your notice until you felt him against your diminutive frame, touch scorching as he, with all the time in the world, caressed your curves as one would touch something delicate.

And indeed, for him, that was the bottom line of words that were worthy enough of your person. Sometimes he wished to study more words to bequeath you with, for he feared that he had already exhausted every vocable there was, and it felt shortcoming. A shame it may be, the Thunder God preferred to be a man of actions than words, he felt most strongly compelled to do such when all coherency has fled his mind. Which, often not, happened the moment you injected him with desire.

A craving which, the longer your romantic relationship went on, became more defined and pronounced to a point where the god had fewer inhibitions in expressing yearnings that his responsibility to Earthrealm prevented from being realized before.

With the shackles that he so willingly imposed on himself, there was no remedy from their weight before you entered the picture. In truth, he hadn't been all that aware of it. How much depended on him. In the midst of all of that, the importance of free time never crossed his mind.

There wasn't really much to him as a person other than his onus. On some days, he liked to entertain the idea that he might have been born BECAUSE of this purpose. Consider it his own little pep talk for the harder days.

He thought that was part of being a God.

But you showed him that was no at all there was to it.

Alas, were he of clear mind, he might have waxed poetry the likes of the greatest poets of human history. That privilege, however, Raiden would leave for another day when your pliable body wasn't giving him ideas that would make the devil blush.

And he had every intention of going through it... only with your consent.

"My love," he rumbled so deliciously into your ear, "my goddess, let me adore you."

You gulped as you felt his member prodding against your lace panties, hell might have felt cooler than your core. His words quickly chased any form of teasing you might have planned. The poor tea was discarded and forgotten in an instant.

Rationality was exchanged for the unbearable ache for him. A wildfire was sparked between the two of you and your arm reached behind you, to tangle your fingers into his uncombed hair, inching his head closer to the neck that you have craned in response to his desire. Following his lust, he wasted no time skimming his velvety lips against the exposed patch of skin; it smelled like vanilla (or so his nose tried to convince him) and it made him bury his nose into you with greater fervour.

The open-mouthed kisses meant to devour you had you lapping for breath, leaving you with a feeling of being drowned, and yet not. His passion was difficult to put into words, but you felt how it challenged you to match it, mirrored by the way you tightened your grip on his strands. He growled against you and a girlish yelp left you as he spun you around to effortlessly lift you onto the kitchen counter. A fleeting image of this one time when he had tried to make you something to eat flitted through your mind, how adorably sweet he had been caked in flour.

Now it had become a stage that resembled another porn video. Cooking, from this point on, would become rather interesting after the two of you were done.

Fuck, look at him! What a sight he makes!

Positively BURNING for you. Thrumming with sexual tension that was about to explode into something so mind-boggling that you almost couldn't contain your excitement. Gone were those days were such activities scared the hell out of you. It was so easy to give yourself over to him without a second thought. To fall into him, figuratively speaking.

His presence resonated a signal of security, inviting and welcoming anything and everything. You have never felt such with any other person of the other sex and it liberated you in your actions immensely. There was a tightening sensation in your chest, a sort of vigorous tingling with each touch of your lover, so positively possessed to be part of your very being by the way he latched himself to you.

You never needed anyone so much as him at this moment, and it didn't terrify you to act on your desire.

"Damn, t-touch me, Raiden. I need to feel you."

You never heard yourself beg for something this desperately, and blushed at how it sounded to your own ears. You would have cared, but the god's hands were already working on unwrapping you from the set of lingerie you had bought yesterday specifically for him. Sonya's idea appeared so brilliant to you now, that some part of you regretted fighting against it in the first place.

The god's mind was bereft of words as he took a moment to gaze at your form, gloriously naked and within range for him to revere. Focused on fulfilling his word of practising worship upon your body. He made you the centre of his universe, and his intentions were clear when he spread your legs - when did he take off your panties? - and got on his knees, levelling his head with your dripping folds. His eyes could have burnt another hole in you by their vehemence and most surprisingly, there was no urge for you to close your legs out of shyness.

You felt POWERFUL, to have a literal god on his knees for you. Despite his masculinity that screamed dominance in this instance, you felt like the one who held the reins, so you arched your back a little and further opened those hips for him. A look flashed between the two of you as you offered your most intimate parts to the Thunder God. There would have to be found a new word to describe the level of wetness you achieved when he lowered his face to your crotch.

You couldn't help but hyperfocus on his lips, and he couldn't look away from your petals, surrounded by a soft patch of hair. There was a bit of a warm, coiled tension, your muscles started to tense up in anticipation, expressed in the way you let out a shuddering moan once his lips made first contact.

"Oh my God, Raiden."

You were thankful that although you were both heavily drunk on longing, he didn't dip his feet too deep into the uncharted waters, and paused at times you needed him to. He began with kisses and licks that did a wonderful job of letting you adjust while also prepping you for the next steps. You prayed he would discover that he could use his tongue on his own because you mistrusted your ability to create any semblance of a sentence-

Oh! He did!

And it told you exactly what you've been missing out on. The sensation of an active, slippery tongue was foreign to your groin. It felt gratifying in the most unexpected ways, soothing an annoying itch you had since you felt his rod pushing against your rump. It was a different kind of penetration, not as invasive or linear. By the time you grew fairly accustomed to this squishy feeling, waves overlapping waves started building somewhere in your belly, the heat impacted you as much as his member would, but what really stood apart was the phenomenal texture and the way it inquisitively searched out every untouched nook and cranny of your channel. It was a good thing you showered before going to sleep.

The god in return, fuelled by basic instincts and youthful energy, intrinsically concentrated on his strenuous efforts as much as he tried to catalogue the new territory he had read about while doing research. The outer labia were plump and soft. He noticed as you become more and more aroused, the inner labia became engorged, wet, warm, and smooth to the tongue and lips.

They felt incredibly soft and squishy as the god alternated between kissing and licking, and he couldn't help but gently suck on them occasionally as well - you responded stronger to that. The pubic hair pleasantly rubbed on his cheeks, enriched by the rapturous smell he had yet to decipher. The vaginal opening had smooth, rounded edges that Raiden could feel with his tongue once he slipped it inside you as deep as it can reach. In and out, faster then slower, he could feel the slippery vaginal walls firmly around his muscle, beginning to constrict.

It happened instinctively, that you arched your back in response to a particularly precise stroke of his tongue, that you almost slipped off the kitchen counter weren't it for Raiden hefting his strong arms around your twitching thighs. Scrambling for purchase, which you found in his hair, sounds of delight freely flowed through your gaping mouth as he ate you out like a man starved. He also occasionally responded with a grunt or muffled groan that vibrated oh-so-deliciously against your sensitive skin.

Drunk on your pleasure, enraptured by your musky scent and most of all, ravenous for your marvellous taste. He gulped the cocktail of hormones, this nectar of life as if it were his sole purpose. Completely oblivious to his own mounting pressure on his purposefully neglected member. It was as he had exclaimed many times before - your pleasure was his pleasure.

The unabated truth came, you were close. Very, very close to finishing. Breath laboured despite not doing anything than grinding wantonly against his face, you miraculously chanced a glance at your lover and found him staring right back... and that had done it for you. His head between your legs, eyes deliberately keeping eye-control on your unravelled form would sear its way into your memory.

His name echoed in your ears even after you tried to collect yourself. Recovery was a slow process. A pleasant haze dizzied your vision as your breath eventually evened out. Any perception of time eluded you, but the buzz in your bones did not. Boneless, would describe it better.

"Raiden, honey," you started after regaining some sense, "that was absolutely amazing!"

When he didn't answer you, concern made its treacherous return to your mind. Had something happened during your climax?

Pushing your hunched upper body forward, you narrowed your eyes enough to analyze the state he was in, and within seconds you came to the sudden realization that it wasn't only you who had achieved completion.

You had come together.

Raiden servicing you was enough for him to get off with you. Would you possess an ego, it would have been on the roof by now. But being frugal suited you better, and you savoured the sight of his handsome face, from the nose down, soaked with a combination of your release and his own saliva while stroking his shambolic long hair.

That was one heck of a morning.

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[honeykaes]

not a fairytale

pairing: ayato x femme!reader II 3.1k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, hurt/comfort, angst, arranged-marriage au, based on queen charlotte, reader is from fontaine, fingering, cunnilingus, virginity loss, creampies, unedited

synopsis: to improve relations between inazuma and fontaine, focolors and raiden shogun arrange you and ayato to get married much to your dismay. As you try to be hopeful about the situation, you find yourself getting angrier and lonelier as ayato completely distances himself from your life.

A small lit candle on your vanity illuminated the dark room as wax soon dropped along its golden holder. Your obi, decorated in navy and sewn with silver cranes was thrown to the ground, leaving your robe barely covering your chest and stomach.

Your eyes gazed at your reflection in the mirror, darkened eyes watching you back. You looked completely different than you did in Fontaine three months ago before you had sailed across the lands for weeks to reach Inazuma where you would reside for the rest of your days with a man you had never met before.

It had been three months since you had married Ayato Kamisato, the head of the Yashiro Commission in Inazuma.

The archons, Focolars and the Raiden Shogun had chosen your families to wed as to improve relations between the two nations—your family, hailed for its international politics and diplomacy matched with his family’s managing shrines, festivals, and other cultural events. You had traded your bodices, frills, and corsets for robes, obis, and haoris. 

You hated being a pawn in a game you weren’t even playing, but how could you fight against two all-powerful archons? When you first met your husband, he had seemed kind as you battled with yourself whether you could run away without your family being tried by Focolars for “breach of contract”. Ayato offered reassurances, that you wouldn’t be forced to do anything you didn’t please, that you’d be free how to go about life in the estate.

It comforted your heart and made you hopeful that you had an ally, someone to rely on, someone to eventually trust and love. Yet, after you said your vows in front of the people of Inazuma adorned in a white shiromuku kimono you didn’t get to choose, he distance himself from you and ushered off to attend to whatever with his retainers flashing a sad look to you. 

The two of you haven’t even consummated the wedding. How utterly embarrassing. The man had not provided a shared bedroom with him. It was separate rooms, separate lives, separate people. 

You hardly saw him at all.

You gripped your fists tight, nails digging in the flesh of your palms. Tears pricked at your eyes watching your hardened eyes fill with them.

“It’s not fair. I didn’t want this. I never wanted a marriage like this…” you muttered out loud. You heard a timid knock on the door as one of your personal retainers, Ayato seemed to assign her to, peaked her head out of the door. 

“My l-lady? Are you crying?” she stammered out. You narrowed your eyes at her, quickly wiping your cheeks to hide any stains or residue your tears could leave behind. Shifting under the weight of your cold gaze, her eyes leered away momentarily before gazing back at you.

“I’m fine,” you muttered. “He missed my dinner invitation again despite the numerous attempts to get his attention. I’m not going to try anymore. I’m tired of feeling like this.”

The retainer hesitantly leered behind her again before letting out a soft sigh.

“I see, my lady. But, my lord is actually here at the door with me wishing to speak with you,” she answered, opening the door further to reveal Ayato’s somber form peering over at you. He was dressed casually in a pale blue yukata, purple heko obi wrapped around his waist. His lips pulled themselves in a frown.

The sight of his eyes gazing at you pitifully caused bubbles of anger to rile deep in your chest. You turned your head around glaring at the pair through the reflection of the mirror.

“I don’t care. Va-t’en!” you barked. The retainer shrunk as you yelled, looking up to Ayato as he silently lifted a hand up signaling she could leave. The retainer rushed out as Ayato walked fully into your private chamber, closing the shoji behind him. You hear his heavy footstep creep closer to you as you shut your eyes, knowing he was now right behind you.

“(Name), I believe I owe you a long-deserved apology,” he murmured. You napped your eyes open, whipping your head around, and scoffed, seeing his frown deepen. 

“Oh? What makes you say that?” you sarcastically ask. You rose from your seat, jamming a finger into his chest. Ayato could feel the daggers digging into his eyes from your gaze.

“You said we were in this together. That’s what you told me on our wedding day! That’s what you even said in your vows to me,” you barked. Tears were beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes once more, as Ayato’s eyes softened.

“You made me believe that this shitty situation would be hopeful! That I’d be happy despite being a sacrificial pawn to my nation,” you yelled out. Ayato briefly closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh from his chest.

“...It seems my own judgment about you was incorrect,” he replied, reaching out and placing his hand on your shoulder. A fire lit under you as the rage that developed for months finally reached its boiling point. You shrugged away his hand, Ayato’s mouth opening in surprise.

“Don’t act like my husband now, my lord,” you cooly reply. Ayato closed his mouth, taking a sigh once more to collect himself and retreating his hand back to his sigh.

“When we first met, and I saw you at the docks strategizing with yourself on how you could wiggle yourself out of this situation, I couldn’t help but smile. It comforted me that I was also not alone in feeling like a pawn to the archons, to the nation,” he confessed. You sniffled, crossing your arms tight. He thought you would interrupt him, curse at him, beat on his chest but you stood there, silent tears streaming down your face, and simply glared at him.

“You told me your wish for independence. I knew that you did not want this, so I did not want to force you into a role you had no choice to do. I wanted you to be able to do as you pleased and work on your efforts of diplomacy and international cultural teachings Inazuma needs after the Sakoku Decree lifted—”

“No, Ayato! I WANTED LOVE!” 

Your eyes widened surprised by your own outrage before drifting your arms to hug yourself. Your blurry vision darted to the floor, shame bubbling inside of you as you finally admitted the core issue of your frustration. Ayato’s lilac eyes widened, taking a step back surprised at your outburst too.

You turned your body around, trying to escape his eyes peering into your own. The two of you briefly sat in silence, the candle still burning briefly alerting you that Ayato still remained there, paused as his shadow did not move.

You wiped your eyes once more, sniffing loudly to prevent any snot threatening to peak from your nose, and took a shaky sigh before turning around to face your husband. His eyes had narrowed, not from anger or disappointment, but from thought. 

“...As a child, my favorite story was Cendrillon. Although I did not have an evil stepmother or step-siblings, I related to that poor girl so much,” you confessed. Ayato took a silent step forever, getting closer to you.

“Yes, I wanted my independence and freedom but I also wanted to share that with someone that I loved,” you uttered, voice beginning to get shaky. Ayato still had not said a word, same expression outlined on his face.

“...I…” Ayato trailed off before, closing his mouth once again.  He took a deep breath, an attempt to reassure himself against your own watchful eyes.

“When my parents passed when I was a child, the stories that I loved…I began to hate them. How could these fairytales, love like that even exist even when I would never be granted those privileges? I couldn’t shrink my responsibility, I had to take care of my little sister and the clan my father had left for me,” Ayato recalled, closing his eyes.

“I didn't understand because I had the legacy of my bloodline, my family on my shoulders; however…” he trailed off, reaching his hand for your palm. He lifted the appendage up, pressing his lips against your palm.

“...I need to at least be willing to learn with you. I cannot promise I will be a prince from those stories, but, as I said in our vows, I will open myself to you, in my heart…if you’ll still let me.”

You froze as Ayato gave you a soft smile, letting your hand go and placing his large palm against your cheek. It was warm, his touch gentle as if he was handling cracked glass. As more tears cascaded down your cheek, he wiped them away with his thumb slowly leaning him and placing his lips on top of your own. 

And to both of your surprise, your eyes fluttered close—pressing your lips back with the same fervor.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss and closing an inch of space between you two—lips desperate and clinging on to the hope of reassurance of the future of your marriage. A low moan reverberated from Ayato’s lips, drifting his hands to your waist, and pulling you closer. You gasped feeling something hard beginning to nudge your upper thighs, before he gripped your robe—already exposing much of your body to him—and took it off, leaving you bare to him

Embarrassment fills your form remembering the little clothes you did have on when you confronted Ayato, but it didn’t matter at this moment; his hands gently brought your body down against the large plush futon on the ground. He laid on top of you, breaking the kiss momentarily to let his eyes wander across your form before claiming them once more. Ayato’s hand brushed against your thighs, pinching the plush skin of your upper thighs.

Ayato breaks the kiss once more, grunting in brief frustration, at the lack of contact his skin was having yours. With his obi and yukata joining your attire, your eyes fell to his hardened cock before he laid on top of you once more, pressing his lips against the shell of your ear. His hand snaked itself between your thighs, cupping your slit as a soft sigh escaped your lips. 

“Ayato, please,” you begged.  He sucked a breath in and felt his cock throb at the low seductive nature of your voice. Two fingers brushed themselves along your fold, gathering up the slick drooling out of you You gasped as they sank themselves inside, inching deeper into your core. Ayato struggled pumping his fingers inside of you from how tight you were, walls clinging against him as if they didn’t want them to leave.

“You’re beautiful and already dripping this much for me. I didn't take you for the innocent type,” he hummed in your ear. Your nails harpooned in the soft silk of your sheets, feeling hot precum smearing against your leg as Ayato absentmindedly ground himself against you. 

“I see you’re feeling confident now, my lord,” you muttered in response. Ayato clicked his tongue, pressing his lips against your neck.

“I thought I told you when we got married not to call me that. I want to hear your voice, especially like this, call me by my given name,” he whispered. You choke out another moan, his fingers scissoring themselves to stretch you out further.  Ayato leaned over, stealing another kiss from you, before parting his fingers. The digits were illuminating under the dim light, caked with your arousal before Ayato briskly lapped them up.

His lips moved down from your neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses along your body.

“W-What are you doing now,” you stammered out as he reached the valley of your breasts. His hands propped up, fondling the pair with a tight squeeze as you whined. 

“Something you’ll enjoy, I promise,” he reassured, lips curling to a smirk. He flashed his eye up briefly at you, admiring your embarrassed expression eating up every move and tease he was showing to your body. A soft laugh escaped him before continuing to kiss down your body until he reached your naval.

“Did they not explain what consummating truly meant?” he hummed in amusement, lips moving towards your inner thighs. You ball your hands into fists, pounding them down against the futon.

“I know what it means! I’ve read books about it, Ayato! It’s not like I had anything else to do stuck inside of here all day!” you barked back. Your husband, who was nipping at your inner thighs, paused hesitantly before offering you a regretful smile.

“Hence why I want to give you the best experience possible. To help atone for my cruelty,” he replied. He set his sight on your entrance, watching your sweet hole puckering on nothing, and leaned in further. Opening his mouth, Ayato pressed his tongue along your slit, sliding the muscle up and down. You whined, pleasure shooting through you as his tongue nudged against your clit ever so often.

He slurped the abundant slick pouring from you, wrapping his lips against your swollen clit and sucking with passion. His name yelled from your lips, drifting your hands down on Ayato’s soft pale blue hair—pushing his head further against your crotch. Your ground your hips against his face desperate for more friction on the bundle of nerves.

“Heh…our retainers probably know what we are doing from how loud you are being,” he cooed, giving your clit kitten licks as your hips bucked for more. He quickly released your hands that were pressing against Ayato’s hair covering your mouth in embarrassment. He clicked his tongue, corners of his lips turned downwards before gliding two fingers back inside of your warmth, curling themselves inside of you as if they were determinately searching for something.

“That’s not to say to be quiet, love. Please…I want to hear your voice. Let me know how my actions are making you feel,” he breathlessly groaned. You shakily let your hands go, pitch rising as Ayato went back to toying with your clit as he pumped his fingers inside of you. Your stomach churned, thighs trembling as you crawled closer to your high.

“Ayato! Ayato, fuck!” you cursed out loudly, overwhelmed with the pleasure he graced you with throughout your body. As you shivered in pleasure, hips rising without control, Ayato pressed his hand down—trying to control your writhing form.

“Easy there. Shhh, I got you,” he cooed, helping you ease down from your climax. Your chest heaved, catching your breath—half-lidded, tired eyes peering up at his soft ones. You drifted your eyes away from his gaze as he leaned up, wiping his mouth of the slick that clung onto it. 

Your attention was now on his cock, twitching impatiently. Although it wasn’t girthy, it was long and looked heavy as it curled up. Precum budded at his flushed tip; a few moles littering along its base.

Ayato lined himself up against your slit, the sensation feeling foreign to you as he reassuringly nudged his tip against your burning clit. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, trying to internally prepare for what was to come. 

“I won’t sugarcoat it, this is going to be painful,” he murmured, offering you a kiss on your cheek. “But, just let me know when you're ready for me to start moving. Don’t worry about how long that will take. I’m a patient man.”

Ayato slowly slid his cock inside of you. You suck a sharp breath in, walls burning as you feel him slowly stretching you out overtook your senses. As he inched further, Ayato found gnawed on his bottom lip fighting the urge to immediately bottom out. Your walls were soft, tightly clenched around his length. Your nails dig into his pale. Broad shoulders as tears develop in your eyes.

As he finally bottoms out, he peppered kisses along your tear-stained face, softly moaning at your pulsating walls trying to milk him.

“You’re taking me so well. It’s hard to control myself when I have you like this,’ he confessed, drawing shapes on your hips to distract yourself from the pain. His fingers eventually move away finding themselves against your clit while it rubbed tight circles, trying to ease the torment into pleasure

Time eventually passes and you whine, offering a shaky nod. Pressing his lips on yours one more time, his hips begin to move. His pace is powerful, clearly overwhelmed by your cunt. You could hear him grunt against the shell of your ear, muttering your name repeatedly. 

Your legs wrapped around his thin waist, allowing him to plunge himself deeper. Ayato’s tip brushed against the spot he had found earlier and you yelped out in response. Your head had thrown back, sliding your nails down his back as he clenched his jaw at the sharp pain. He increases his pace, as the sound of skin slapping against one another echoed throughout the room.

With his balls slapping against your ass, his eyes focused on his cock continuously disappearing inside of you, glistening in your slick. Your stomach churned, walls fluttering down as you crept closer to your high once more.

His patience had sadly thinned too much, shutting his eyes tight and grunting loudly. His hips stifled, cum shooting deep inside of you.

“I can’t stop myself, I’m sorry,” he slurred out, pressing his face tight against the nape of your neck. He continued to rut against you, thrusting his cum deeper as one hand stroked along your thigh to try to wake him up from this spell.

As his thrust slowed and then halted, sheathed completely inside of you, he lifted his face from your sweaty nape—capturing your lips once more. The two of you moaned before he leaned away again.

 A blush had decorated Ayato’s face, lilac eyes darker and focused as if you were the only person on the planet. His head clung onto his forehead, his lips, glossy, as a string of saliva connected them with yours still. You let your hands fall to the futon before Ayato weaved his own with them and gave you a soft smile.

He was beautiful like this, vulnerable. It was different from his usual distant, calculating self. 

“What made you come tonight,” you whispered. Ayato sighed, letting your hands go and leaning his head to rest on one of your breasts.

“My sister and one of my closest retainers, Thoma. The pair held an intervention for me and put the mirror to my face on how I was treating you. He paused briefly.

“As I said, I’m truly sorry. You won’t have to worry about me leaving you alone anymore,” he whispered. You smiled.

Although it would not make up for everything he put you through, it was at least a start.

A glimmer of hope.

You brushed his hair with your hand, closing your eyes—a peace you haven’t felt in months overtaking you.

“We’re in this together. Never forget that.”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #ayato x reader #ayato smut #ayato imagines #ayato scenarios

[thisonehere]

The webs we weave

You are the weaver, once a mere mortal(???) who centuries ago challenged Liu Kang to a weaving competition. The loser had to grant a request from the winner. Spoiler alert: you won. Your request: Immortality and eternal youth and beauty. The usual. Nowadays you are known across the realms for your work... among other things.

Shang Tsung, Kung Lao, Johnny Cage, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Kitana, Mileena, & Liu Kang

A/N: Serious intros mixed with flirting and just the right amount of almost-smut. Be sure to send any other ideas you might have.

Shang Tsung

Y/n: Does my skill flatter you, sorcerer?

Shang Tsung: It amuses, maybe I'll let you live after all.

Shang Tsung: I must say, now that I see your work in person. It's quite... mediocre.

Y/n: Mediocre? MEDIOCRE?

Shang Tsung: That Liu Kang lost to you speaks volumes.

Y/n: I can say the same about you losing to him.

Y/n: You're... you're very charming for a villain.

Shang Tsung: Do I make you weak in the knees, Y/n?

Shang Tsung: That silk coat you made me had acidic venom in the fibers!

Y/n: *grins* Oops.

Y/n: The silk sheets have been crafted as you requested.

Shang Tsung: Excellent, now I just need you on them to make it complete.

Kung Lao

Kung Lao: I need a new costume, something that matches my greatness.

Y/n: Of course, I think I have some leftover pieces of scrap from Raiden.

Kung Lao: You know what, I like you.

Y/n: *rolls eyes* Wow, thank you so much. Your validating me makes me feel so special.

Y/n: What would you like me to make you?

Kung Lao: A nice, big, soft cover. We'll need it for our honeymoon.

Kung Lao: Why do you have so many spiders?

Y/n: I like having company as I spin my threads.

Y/n: Keep you and your hat out of my workshop!

Kung Lao: Oh come on, all I did was accidentally cut some of the work that took you years to complete.

Kung Lao: You should come with me to Madam Bo's.

Y/n: NO. My tab with her is big enough.

Johnny Cage

Johnny: If I knew spiders could be so hot, I'd still smash them all day.

Y/n: I'll never forgive you for killing Gunter!

Johnny: I've got this sweet idea for a new look.

Y/n: Of course, but I'll need your measurements... I need you to get naked, Johnny.

Johnny: Just so you know, I'm cool with doing nudity.

Y/n: Johnny, I'm a weaver, not a sculptor.

Johnny: You got to become my costume designer, we'd kill it on the red carpet.

Y/n: That would be a dream, Johnny!

Johnny: Y/n..that's such a beautiful name. It almost makes me want to sing.

Y/n: Please don't, your musical flopped for a reason.

Johnny: I don't think Christina will ever come back.

Y/n: Remember Johnny, I'll be here for you...With open arms, open legs, and an open mouth.

Bi-Han

Y/n: I'll make nothing for you!

Bi-Han: Good, I want you, not your talents.

Bi-Han: You are living proof of Liu Kang's incompetence.

Y/n: Says the man who lost to two farmers.

Bi-Han: I was holding back against Raiden and Kung Lao.

Y/n: Oh, Bi-Han, you don't need to lie to impress me.

Bi-Han: I'll freeze your little insects and leave you defenseless.

Y/n: A. They're Arachnida, B. Pick up a book, and C. Some of us like the cold.

Y/n: Your bed must be so cold.

Bi-Han: Come lay in it with me and find out.

Bi-Han: Let me guess, you think your love can "fix me"?

Y/n: Who said I wanted to fix you?

Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang: Your growing relationship with Bi-Han is concerning.

Y/n: Oh Kuai, don't tell me you're getting jealous.

Y/n: Come to me, Scorpion. I burn for you.

Kuai Liang: You've been spending too much time with Johnny.

Y/n: Perhaps you and I coul-

Kuai Liang: I'm sorry, but I'm spoken for.

Kuai Liang: Harumi loved the tapestry.

Y/n: Only the best for her.

Y/n: Are sure?

Kuai Liang: The feeling I had for you are gone now.

Kuai Liang: What have you been planning?

Y/n: Just a little present for your wedding, specifically for the honeymoon.

Kitana

Kitana: Can I hope to have your loyalty in my ongoing battle with Shao?

Y/n: I guess we both shall see.

Kitana: You beat Lord Liu Kang!?

Y/n: Of course, when it comes to combat he is my superior, but no man can best me in my craft.

Kitana: I must say, the stories about you do not do your talents or your beauty justice.

Y/n: What exactly do those stories say?

Kitana: Have you ever considered silk worms rather than spiders?

Y/n: *blech* Never, they're gross, slow, and squishy, and worse, they're all gossips.

Y/n: I already have the train ready, just needs some more embroidery.

Titan Kitana: Train? Are you making me a wedding dress?

Y/n: You and Liu Kang are so cute together.

Titan Kitana: I thank you for being so approving, but our relationship is really none of your business.

Mileena

Y/n: Why do you stare, Empress?

Mileena: I don't know, something about all those bugs around you seems...familiar...

Mileena: Your ascension to the plain of the immortals is most admirable.

Y/n: Perhaps there are some things I may be able to teach you Empress.

Mileena: Are you making wedding attire for Titan Kitana and Lord Liu Kang?

Y/n: Of course, but don't be jealous, I already have something special for you and Tanya.

Mileena: Perhaps you may stay a bit longer, teach me some of your trade.

Y/n: Of course, Empress.

Mileena: *Bloodlusted* I will rip your tongue out from through your cheek!

Y/n: Ooohhhh, cheeky.

Mileena: When I am done with you I will burn all your work to ashes for what you did!

Y/n: No, please! Mercy, MERCY!!!

Liu Kang

Y/n: You knew I'd win?

Liu Kang: I can recognize talent when I see it.

Y/n: Why did you accept my challenge even though you knew you'd lose?

Liu Kang: I was hoping for a chance to be near you.

Y/n: Who is this D'vorrah? Geras said I reminded him of her.

Liu Kang: Nothing should concern you.

Liu Kang: Please, I ask you, keep your distance from raiden.

Y/n: Why? Worried that I'll tempt your little champion?

Liu Kang: You made me a wedding dress?

Y/n: Of course, I see you as much more of a dress-wearing type of man rather than a boring old tuxedo.

Liu Kang: Be careful, Y/n, your hubris can lead to your downfall.

Y/n: What is wrong with showing a little pride in my work?

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[iliketangerines]

THANK U FOR WRITING LORD RAIDEN 🙏🙏🙏 People don't write about that old man enough. Could I request more brat tamer Raiden? maybe F reader is purposefully pissing him off by flirting with Liu Kang or Kung Lao because he's not giving them attention or something. Your writing is so good I binged your entire masterlist in like an hour LMAO

give me attention

a/n: getting back into the groove of writing rn

pairing: lord raiden x afab!raiden

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), spanking, overstimulation, pussyeating, mating press, clit/pussy slapping

Raiden stares at you from across the room, drumming his fingers against his arm and clenching his jaw as he watches you drape yourself over Kung Lao’s body

you brush your lips over Kung Lao’s neck, whispering something into his ear with a teasing smirk, and you roll your eyes at Raiden as your hands trace Kung Lao’s arms

Raiden has to restrain himself and disappear in a flash of lightning as to not drag you off of Kung Lao and fuck you right in front of his student

later during dinnertime at the academy, you sit between Raiden and Liu Kang, but you lean in close to Liu Kang, shoulders pressed together as you stay far away from Raiden

the god can feel the chopsticks in his hands creaking underneath the strain of his fingers as you get a bit too close to Liu Kang, lips too close to his face as he turns

Raiden excuses himself from the table and steps away as to not bring down lightning onto Liu Kang and fry him into a black burnt crisp

you enter your room and scowl when you see Raiden sitting on your bed, legs spread and a dark scowl on his face as he stares down at you

you scoff and go to leave the room, but Raiden commands you to stop and to come right here, right now and explain to him what’s going on

you hesitate for a slight second, shoulders dropping at Raiden’s words, but you steel yourself and slide open the door

Raiden stalks over to you before you can exist and drags you back in, slamming the door shut, as he drags you kicking and yelling to the bed

he places you over his lap and rips off your bottoms, and you squirm in his lap, angry and indignant as you hiss at him to let you go

Raiden doesn’t listen, and a sharp crack echoes in the room as he lands a blow on your ass

you cry out and grip at the sheets, desperately trying to tug yourself away from the oncoming assault, but Raiden holds onto tight as he spanks you

your cries dissolve into sobs and hiccups as he lands blow after blow on your ass, turning it red and sore as his large hands smack the plush of your ass and the back of your thighs

each hit is harder than the last, and you cry into the sheets as he lands one final blow and places a soothing hand over the heated flesh to soothe you

you hiccup and sniffle into the sheets, body completely relaxed as Raiden coos at you and tells you that you did so well taking his punishment

you whine at his words, and Raiden dips his hand down in between your legs and finds you soaking wet, your pussy drooling onto his pants and leaving a stain

he continues to slide his fingers between your folds, collecting your wetness but never sliding them in, and you wiggle your hips impatiently

Raiden has his other hand to pin you down firmly and asks you to tell him why you’ve been testing him, flirting with his students

you bury your face into the sheets and shake your head, and Raiden just continues to tease you torturously slow, sliding his calloused fingers between your folds

he leaves featherlight touches and avoids your clit, denying you any friction, and you try to move your hips around, trying to get any sort of friction on your clit, to get him to fuck you on his thick fingers

but his hold on you is tight as he repeats his question every few minutes

finally, Raiden lightly flicks your sensitive clit, and you yelp and cry into the sheets as he slaps it lightly, hard enough to have sparks of pain shooting up your spine

you cry out and push at his arm to get him to let go, but he holds you still as he continues to torture your poor puffy clit, oversensitive and sore

he feels your legs twitch on his lap and can hear how your breathing grows more shallow, and he stops his movement, rubbing your ass as he denies you your release

you whine and cry out into the sheets, and you beg him to make you cum, please, please you need it so badly

Raiden hums and asks you to answer why you’ve been avoiding him and flirting with Kung Lao and Liu Kang

you’re quiet for a moment before you whisper out something quiet and muffled by the sheets

Raiden brings his hand up and grips onto your hair, pulling your head upward, and it makes a loud whine leave your throat as he asks you answer him properly

you pant out that you just wanted his attention, that you needed him, but he hasn’t been giving you anything, barely even a glance

you just want him to love you again, and Raiden softens his grip and turns you around in his lap so that you straddle his hips

he brings your head into his shoulder as you start to cry and sob out how you missed him so much, how he doesn’t do anything with you anymore, and that you just need him, please

Raiden pets your hair and kisses the side of your forehead, apologizing for not giving you the proper attention as he’s been to distracted by the upcoming tournament

he pats your upper back as you finish hiccuping and whimpering into his shoulder until there are only a few sniffles left

Raiden can feel how your wetness soaks his pants, and he can feel his cock straining against his pants

he brings you away from him so that he can give you a proper kiss, and your eyes flutter shut as he presses his tongue into your mouth

you moan into his mouth and start to grind your bare cunt against clothed cock, and Raiden groans at the friction

his hand cups the back of your neck, and your hands clutch onto his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric as you lose yourself in the kiss

finally, Raiden pulls away, a small string of spit connecting the both of you before it falls down, and he admires your look

dazed eyes, flushed cheeks, mussed hair, lips slick with his spit

you’ve never looked so perfect in your life, and Raiden tells you to get on the bed so that he can spoil you with attention

you eagerly get onto the bed, wincing as your sore ass rubs against the material of the bed, and you spread your legs eagerly for him

Raiden tells you to present yourself for him, and you bring your hand down and spread your folds, showing how your pussy clenches around nothing and how puffy your clit is

he groans at the sight and throws off his clothing before getting on his stomach so his face is close to your needy pussy

he kisses the inside of your thighs first, biting them lightly and listening to you yelp in surprise and whine in pleasure, and he smiles to himself at how you’re so reactive for him

finally he brings his hands up to replace yours, one on your stomach to pin you down to the bed and his other hand thumbing at your sensitive clit

you whine at the feeling, still sore from how he slapped it earlier, and he leaves a light kiss on your clit as a small apology

Raiden pants as he stares at how your cunt drools just for him, and he places his tongue on your folds and leaves a long wet lick on you

his nose digs into your clit perfectly as he laps into your pussy like a starved man, and he moans into your cunt desperately, not realizing how much he had missed your taste

his hands grip tightly onto you as he starts to fuck you on his thick tongue, and your hands fly down to grip onto his white hair and tug

Raiden grunts at the feeling and rubs your clit in small tight circles, and you whine and moan into the air as your legs clamp down around his head

he lets you do as you like, fucking you on his tongue as his thumb presses insistently into your sensitive clit, and your back arches off the bed as you cum into his mouth

your moan is like the most gorgeous harmony in the air as he tastes you on his tongue, and he hums into your cunt, needy to taste you cum in his mouth again

you push at his arms, sensitive and sore, but he ignores your whimpers and continues to rub your clit and taste your dripping pussy

he holds onto you tight as your hips jerk and twitch in an attempt to get away from him, and you keen loudly as you come into his mouth all too soon

Raiden’s mind spins with pleasure as he tastes you again, and he wants to taste you for hours

but he hears your desperate whines for him to fuck you, that you need his cock, please, you need him to kiss you and mark you up

Raiden reluctantly parts from your pussy, filing away a future session where he just sits in between your legs and eats you out, and he hooks your legs over his shoulders

he makes his way up, pressing your thighs into your body as he kisses you deeply

he pumps at his hard cock, pre-cum pearling at the tip, and he lines himself up with you

you whine into his mouth, tears pricking at the edges of your eyes again, as he stretches you out with his thick cock

Raiden parts from your mouth and lets you pant into the air to try and catch your breath as you try to adjust

he leaves hickeys and kisses on your neck in the meantime, growling as he realizes how light your marks are from the previous session

he really had been neglecting you, and Raiden reminds himself to pay more attention to you, to mark you up more

you finally whisper out that he can move, and the god thrusts his hips in and out of you shallowly

your whines echo in the room, and Raiden grunts as his thrusts grow longer and deeper until he’s fully fucking into you

his hips slam into yours, slapping against your sensitive clit and making you cry out, and Raiden captures your lips in another kiss as you whine into his mouth

your pussy clenches down on his cock, sucking him in deeper, and Raiden groans into your mouth at the feeling

how could he have neglected you for so long that you were so tight and wet around him, how could he have resisted you for so long that you needed to resort to petty tactics to get his attention

Raiden places his forehead against yours as he pants that he loves you, that he’ll always find you, that he’ll always be here for you, be here to please you, fuck you, love you until the sky falls and the realms fall

you whine at his words, and your hands claw at his back as your cunt clamps down on his thick cock and cums around him

Raiden groans at the feeling, and his hips stutter as he spills his seed deep inside of you, panting as he fucks the both of you through your orgasms

he stays on top of you for a few moments, basking in your presence, until you shift and let out a pained whine at the feeling of you sore ass rubbing against the bed

Raiden slips out of you, admiring how your cum and his drip out of you, before disappearing into the bathroom and grabbing a towel and lotion

he wipes you clean, apologizing quietly as you whimper at the rag wiping at your bare and sore cunt, and he turns you around to rub moisturizer into your ass

he picks you up and walks you both to his room and places you into his much nicer and softer bed and cuddles up next to you and brings the blanket around you two

you cuddle into his warmth and fall asleep easily, and Raiden pets your hair

the next day, you cling onto Raiden stubbornly, almost never leaving his side, but you’re noticeably more relaxed, happier than before

Raiden never neglects you again

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[yanderestarangel]

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MIGUEL O'HARA, JOHNNY CAGE, KENSHI TAKAHASHI,

TOMAS VRBADA, BI HAN (SUB ZERO), SCORPION (KUAI LIANG), RAIDEN, KANO, LORD RAIDEN, SHANG TSUNG

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KUAI LIANG (OLD SUB ZERO), FUJIN, LIU KANG

JOTARO KUJO, HIROMI HIGURUMA, TOJI FUSHIGURO

KIRYU KIRUMA, SUPERMAN.

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➡ things I can write: non con, dub con, daddykink, dark relationship/romance, dark smut, yandere sex, toxic relationship, yandere relationship, possessive sex, among others.

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smut/nfsw.

sfw/fluff, soft.

dark concept.

yandere concept.

─ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 :

⸺ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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── 𝐌𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐀.𝐈 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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[partycatty]

You're my favorite writer and I'm a Sucker for Johnny Cage x Himself from Mk11.... please?

okay, so lovingly, i don't feel comfortable directly writing johnny x himself... but i can do you one better?

johnny cage > two for one

the timelines collapse, leaving you in the face of new era and previous era johnny. you're not quite sure how you ended up in this situation, but their hungry stares are undeniable.

warnings: smut.. idk theyre frotting bro idk what else to say. ur rubbing their schmeats together. kissin tips. lockin cocks. diddlin dongs.

notes: THIS IS MK1 JOHNNY ("johnny") X MK11 YOUNGER JOHNNY ("cage") X READER!!! NO DILF HERE!!!

[ masterlist ]

a swirling tornado of sand interrupted your meeting with liu kang and his recruited earthrealmers, pulling into view several faces you had not met before. one of which being a man bearing a large chest tattoo of "JOHNNY," and you could only assume it was his name. as well as him came others you were later taught were counterparts to some of your companions, namely thunder god raiden, monk kung lao, and a mortal liu kang. a part of you was filled with dread for now knowing not one, but two johnnys.... johnnies? another part, though, was intrigued, if not horribly flustered.

as time went on, you had to spend more and more time around these newcomers as well as your people. your johnny was always clinging to you, or lingering near you but dear god this new johnny was like a lost puppy with a raging boner. his comments, flirtatious advances, and feather touches were driving you up a wall. he was testosterone humanized.

you couldn't deny that your johnny was dizzying in essence, from his charisma to the way his form hugs his clothes deliciously. but, dear lord, this new johnny was a hunk. he was huge in every way imaginable, and you tensed up when they were both in your presence. this all came to a head when you were attempting to work on your reports, but the alternate timeline johnny - the one in which you've started calling "cage" out of formality - couldn't keep his hands to himself. this particular instance, you were trying to inspect a map outstretched on the table, and cage was looming directly behind you, placing his hands on either side of you and effectively trapping you against the table. you tried so hard to ignore it, but his musk and faint cologne made your eyes gloss over with desire.

that is, until johnny strode over to the scene and ripped cage from your proximity, aiming an accusatory finger in his face.

"listen man," johnny was irritated, perhaps suspiciously more than normal. "lay off, yeah? she's trying to figure out how the hell we can send you back to whatever timeline you came from."

"don't you touch me," cage snarled in response, squaring up. he was only a couple inches taller than johnny, but his size was almost double. "i'm a star."

"and? so am i!" johnny shouts back with a groan. as the bickering picks up, you couldn't help but watch in amusement. but then, the insults become less funny when johnny grabs cage's purple sunglasses and stomps on them with a huff. cage frowns.

"ladies-" you interject, standing between the two brick walls of men. "you're both pretty." and so, the two men feel obligated to listen to you. you shoot a glance at johnny, silently scrutinizing his behavior. instead of just taking your scolding, johnny grabs you by your upper arm and drags you into a broom closet. god damn, they wore the same cologne. the closeness was nearly too much, combined with johnny's admittedly sexy scowl.

"why are you letting him manhandle you like that? you don't know him." johnny asks under his breath, towering over you as he holds your arms.

"what do you care?" you're almost offended at his tone, but then it all clicks. johnny's defensive of you, protective. hell, he's jealous... of himself. this realization makes a smile bloom on your face, and johnny immediately knows what you're beginning to understand.

who said you could only choose one of them?

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all it took on cage's end was one sultry stare, and he was sauntering toward the broom closet and locking it behind him. it was incredibly hard to think straight when both men's hands were groping and grasping at your body. in any other universe, you'd be dazed and confused from seeing double, but in this universe you're heated and dizzy from the two hard-ons rubbing into your body. one clothed cock was fitted and gently rutting into your hand, being johnny's. his needy groans and pants were swallowed by your own mouth as you made out with his plush lips. cage settled for your ass, grinding against it with equally needy grunts and breaths that haunted the back of your neck. when you pulled away from the kiss, you noticed johnny's already fucked out expression, his swollen lips parted as he tries pathetically to catch his breath.

"pl... please," he breaths out, voice barely audible over your gentle whimpers and cage's groans. "you don't know how long i've wanted your mouth on my... fuck." his head lolls back as you wrap your fingers around his cock, feeling it throb and twitch hungrily.

"make us feel good, baby," cage grumbles, slapping the side of your thigh. "on your knees, come on." obeying like a dog, you drop to your knees with a harsh bump, but you'll worry about the pain later. cage is already unleashing his cock from the constraints of his pants, palming himself through his boxers. johnny does the same, but couldn't bring himself to wait any more as his dick slings out of his slacks, nearly slapping your cheek when he twitches.

you decide to play the cruel game, denying johnny of what he's borderline begging for, his wet eyelashes fluttering at the sight of you on your knees for him, and... other him. speaking of which, you turn your head and wrap your lips around cage's cock, hollowing your cheeks and gently sucking down on his weeping tip. bobbing your head only a couple inches to tease, cage groans and watches johnny writhe for release.

"what's the matter?" cage taunts a slackjawed johnny. "jealous?" johnny bites down on his lower lip and nods wildly, cheeks flushed and averting eye contact. "hey, hey, ah-" cage tuts. he reaches over and grabs johnny by the neck, angling his face forward. "look at me while she sucks me off." and so johnny does, desperately whimpering and gasping as he watches cage's expression contort when you take his cock fully in your mouth, gagging as you reach the base. his other hand reaches down and holds your head in place, your lips burning from the stretch of the thickness. sure, they were both packing, but cage's was thick while johnny's was long.

your fingers found your cunt, swiping three available fingers across your folds and gathering the wetness before searching for johnny's cock and stroking as best as you can from this angle. his precum mixed with your slick allowed you to slide across easily. your head and torso were angled toward cage as you stretched your arm to jerk johnny off properly. both are now breathing heavily, and you only get to look up for a moment to notice cage's hand around johnny's neck, their intense eye contact having you wonder if you were even needed. clearly you were though, as they're both tensing and moaning at your pleasure.

fighting against cage's hand on the back of your head, you pull off of his cock with a pop and swap your attention, now jerking off cage while blowing johnny. the sudden onslaught of wet warmth makes johnny whine as he bucks into your throat, catching you off guard as you gag once again.

"ngh - sorry," he pathetically apologizes, only looking down at you for a moment. if he looked for any longer, he might just cum there and then. "m'sensitive."

"yeah you are," cage snarls, eyes clenching shut as he focuses on the pleasure. "god, you've got yourself a fuckin' whore in this timeline, don'tcha? you like sharin', johnny?" cage grabs your hair and tugs it lightly, and you hum an agreement against johnny's dick that makes him gasp as he nods along. johnny's warm, wet tip is seeping precum that places a salty taste on your tongue while it traces every vein.

cage's purring degrading comments and praises are lost to your hazy mind, too focused on pleasing the cocks in your face. you manage to pick up a few things about how good you look like this, and how cute they make them in this timeline. of course johnny would be attracted to himself, of course. this, thankfully, gives you an idea.

"hold on," you remove your lips from johnny and he involuntarily bucks into your face at the loss of pleasure. "can we try something?"

the two men exchange dubious glances, but their low lids and parted lips tell you they'd agree to anything you'd ask of them right about now. they nod simultaneously and you rise with a grin, wiping your mouth. each hand finds a dick and picks the stroking up again, trying to keep them heated and eager. one thing you pick up on quickly is that for as much smack as they talk, they're both desperately close from a few touches alone, bucking and whining into your hands. cage's cocky attitude has washed away and mirrored johnny's as they both submit to your touch. just as you feel them getting desperate, clawing at any part of your clothes or skin they could make contact with, you tug them together. cage leans against the wall, and johnny leans against a large equipment crate, gripping the corners.

you guide their dicks together until their undersides brush up on each other, making them both jolt in surprise. clasping your hands in a wide hoop, you resume your stroking, this time with both of their cocks trapped in your grasp. the messy mixture of fluid creates a wet noise as you glide up and down their touching cocks. johnny, as always, can't contain his desire and begins to rut into your hand, rubbing against cage's dick in the process. cage picks up on the idea, and the two men rub their cocks together as your hands stroke around them.

"holy-" cage slaps a hand over his eyes, groaning as his head tilts back. it's clear in all of his time, frotting was never something on his list. neither for johnny. "this... it's too much, doll."

"god - ffngh... it's supposed to feel like that," johnny interjects breathlessly, hips bucking up sloppily. his chin touches his chest as he hopelessly chases his high. "come on, no way you've - ahh - never done this. keep-keep moving-" a sharp hiss escapes his throat when you rub your thumb over his slit.

their thighs clench and their bucking becomes wild and it could be clear to anyone that they're extremely close. you also realize that they're entirely getting off on each other, whining every time their tips catch on each other. cage tightens his grip on johnny's neck and clenches his thigh with his other, while johnny is death gripping the box as he shakes and writhes.

"you can do it," you mutter encouragements to the men as their thrusts stutter. "talked so much before, where is it now, boys? you were doing so good..."

johnny couldn't take another second of the pleasure mixed with your praises, and with a final jolt, his thighs twitch as he cums, shooting ropes of his semen on both your hands and cage's cock. the cum coating his own cock got cage going just enough to finish shortly after, both of them spasming as semen drips down your hands. there was so much, and it felt so warm against your skin as they both whimpered and groaned curses and praises aimed at you and the other man. you lean down and place your lips around their tips, attempting to catch the final spurts as they dripped out. licking up their shafts to collect what you could, they simultaneously hiss at the overstimulation of their sensitive dicks, twitching and trying to pull away from your ruthless grip.

"alright, alright, fucking hell..." cage whines, pulling away with a harsh tug. his breath feels far away, impossible to recollect as he watches johnny shield his face with his arm, skin flushed and sweaty as his dick continues to throb in your hand.

they both reel seeing you lick your fingers, placing them in your mouth and sucking gently, lashes fluttering at how good - and similar - they tasted. johnny finally catches his breath and is the first one to properly speak up.

"someone's probably looking for us," he breathes, trying to fix his dress shirt with sweaty palms. "we... we should get back out there."

"right," you hum as your fingers are pulled from your mouth. "we were... in the middle of fixing all this."

"i dunno," cage smirks, crossing his arms. "i kind of like it here. i got two pretty things to keep me busy."

"don't make it weird," johnny groans, head lolling to the side as he stretches. "don't do that."

"how is that weird?" cage puts his hands on his hips.

oh lord, here they go ahead. maybe another round would shut them up.

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[xocoluvr]

I know that in your masterlist it is written that you write in MK1, but can you pls use MK11? I beg you, I beg you!😣🙏🙏🥺 I really like the way you write!<3<3<3 You will make me a happy person ! If you can't do it on MK11, I understand. I respect your choice. <3

I really want to go with daddy young Johnny! I want to get a sexual overdose 🥵 and embarrassment! ////// (Okay, stop asking! Sorry if it's too much)

ʚThe theme for the fanfic is this: F!Reader makes hints that she is not indifferent to him. He looks at him for a long time, makes dirty jokes, looks for an opportunity and a reason to touch him, but respects his personal space. And when they are alone, she is wildly embarrassed by him, although she is a pervert.ɞ

Thank you in advance! You are just lovely 🥰 I'll be looking forward to it.

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| MK11 Young!Johnny Cage x flirty gn!reader

Word count: 2.2k

CW: 18+, smut, praise, penetrashunnn, thigh riding, dry humping, brief mention of fingering, no use of y/n, dirty talk.

a/n: THNX ILYSM !!!!! I should've been clearer on mk1/mk11 SRY. BUT YES MY GAWD \(`Д`)/ young mk11 johnny is so bbygirl the most bbygirlest eyes ever planted on a fictional man i swear (ง ื▿ ื)ว

edit: i did go back and change some stuff so this would be gn, just cuz :3)

sum: Seeing a younger version of your Johnny awoke something in you.

reblogging is very much appreciated! ᕙ(‾̀◡‾́)ᕗ

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Even after it was thoroughly explained to you, you couldn't get it through your head that there had been a weird 'glitch in the matrix' from some guy Raiden, making it so the younger version of your boss was now in your present timeline. Yeah, you found your present Johnny attractive but god was his younger self something else, his demeanor, his personality, you wondered how this Johnny turned out to be so mature.

Over time you got to know more about younger Johnny, he was always so friendly with the others you felt left out seeing him laugh it up with his older self. You wondered if you and Johnny could ever be like that together, he never sought out to have a friendship or showed any obvious interest in you. After a speech to yourself in the mirror, you decided to suck it up and walk up beside him as he sat on a chair with his legs wide open, lord the intrusive thoughts were really beginning to get to you.

As you sat down with a smile, you introduced yourself formally and finally started a small conversation about what younger Johnny thought about himself in the future. "I seriously can't believe I turned out so... Boring. It's like I lost all my 'Johnny'." He says looking over at himself, who is doing regular work and clicking away at a computer. You chuckled, suddenly everything Johnny said was so hilarious? Not thinking about what you were doing, your hand flew right above his knee. Too distracted with laughing away at Johnny's joke, his eyes almost immediately fell to your hand, he had gone silent as he felt blood rush to his already forming erection. Finally hearing the sudden silence, you stopped and cleared your throat, quickly removing your hand seeing Johnny's pupils were blown out gazing at you. Choosing to ignore something that had clearly happened, you and Johnny continued on with your conversation.

A couple hours had gone by since your super awkward and gut-wrenching encounter with Johnny, and you couldn't stop thinking about how he had quickly gotten up after cutting your conversation short to rush to the bathroom. Maybe he was just so turned off by your comfort around him that he didn't want to be near you, you had to stop overthinking about every little tiny detail. Turning away from the work you weren't doing, you turned to see if Johnny was still around. He was standing by the table with his arms crossed, analyzing a map, 'God his arms look so good' you thought, your eyes were definitely lingering in areas they shouldn't. You were getting lost in him as you wondered what his arms would look like wrapped around you, maybe in a hug, perhaps wrapped around your neck as he went at you from behind... You were caught off guard when you heard Johnny call out your name, not only sending shivers down your spine but making you worried he had caught you in your perverted thoughts.

"Would you mind helping me over here? I need a second opinion on this." You almost jumped out of your seat hearing he wanted your opinion. You walked over to Johnny trying to act as nonchalant as possible, your hand rested on the table as you leaned on it with him towering over you. "What's up? Have your eyes finally started to fail you?" You joked, as you said it you saw older Johnny glare at you, reminding you that he was still there. Younger Johnny smiled and chuckled, you were so close you could almost feel the bass in his chest when he laughed. "Hah, no I actually just needed your opinion on this plan I made, apparently Johnny over there doesn't know how to attack in style." He stepped back a little to give you room to look over his plan on the table, he kept a close distance as he observed your facial expressions and reactions to his ideas. As you took up the space where he was, you couldn't get rid of the overwhelming feeling of his eyes on you. Knowing he was behind you, you repositioned yourself with your hands holding you up on the table. You just so happened to accidentally rub up against Johnny's crotch, causing his breath to hitch and raising his body temperature in milliseconds. Of course, you had to take the opportunity to be this intimate with him so you kept your hips where they were for just a good amount of time before deciding it was time to realize your mistake by standing up straight.

Turning around acting completely oblivious to the fact that you just made him so incredibly hard, you smiled and said “Yep, looks good.”. His lips were ever so slightly parted as he felt the life flush out of him at how much control you had over him. In this moment Johnny knew exactly what he had in mind for you, he had gotten the hint immediately and was already planning in his head the rest of the day. Johny stayed next to his older self for the entire workday, using himself as a prop to stay near you. As the day went on and more and more people were beginning to clock out and go home, the more you eventually forgot about what happened. All you thought about was how long it was gonna take for you to finish up reviewing a couple more documents, the part you dreaded the most was going to check the inventory of weaponry for the future mission older Johnny was putting together. You assumed everyone had already headed home since it was so quiet and dark. Making your way to the large building where everything was kept you held your clipboard ready to just skim over everything, you couldn’t help but think about how younger Johnny made you feel earlier in the day, butterflies were fluttering around your stomach as you daydreamt.

Unbeknownst to you, Johnny was just on the other side of the door, sitting on a crate waiting for you, was it crazy that Johnny asked his older self for your entire routine? Possibly, but it was going to be worth it. He waited for you to open the door and be greeted with him sitting on a crate in a poorly lit cold room. Your heart sank, seeing Johnny after work hours was definitely different than seeing him around other people, other people to be more extroverted with.

"Oh! Johnny? What are you doing?" You had a look of genuine concern on your face, your brows were furrowed while his were relaxed, it's like he didn't see the total confusion and awkwardness in the situation. He stood from his carefree position and made his way to you. "You thought I wouldn't notice?" His voice sounded a bit more serious than normal, he sounded like his more mature self which got you a bit nervous. Your palms were moistening up the closer he approached. You took a half step back as he got closer.

He had a smirk plastered on his face. Your steps were soon stopped after you felt the back of your knees hit a crate, allowing Johnny to get close enough to feel your uneven breath on his cheek. "What?" You replied in a soft whisper, you were pressed up so close to him. You could feel his hands make their way to your waist, trapping you to him. Your face started feeling hot as you began to think back to your thoughts earlier in the day, thinking about this exact situation versus living it at the moment felt strange. "The way you look at me.." As you turned your face to the side to conceal your embarrassment, he inhaled sharply into your neck, basking in your scent that sent a bolt of arousal to his growing erection. He pressed his chest against yours and snaked his hand up to your face from your waist to cup your cheek, bringing your attention back to him. "Don't get all shy now, you wanted this, didn't you? I could tell..." Through your shame, you couldn't help but get wet hearing his words. You clenched your thighs together hoping he wouldn't notice how turned on you were from this.

To your dismay, Johnny did notice and smirked looking down at your eagerness, he couldn't help but tease you by using his knee to spread apart your legs, stopping you from getting any kind of relief. You whimpered quietly at the loss. Hearing you solicited him to capture your lips in his, his lips felt so soft against yours, it's as if they were made to be connected to yours. He slipped his tongue into your mouth searching for more sounds while his hand on your waist crept up under your shirt to cup your breast, occasionally teasing your nipple. You mewled weakly into his mouth while clenching your thighs around his knee, you pulled away from the kiss to tilt your head back in pure bliss from the stimulation. He grinned and pushed his knee further into your core letting you get off on it. You soon came on his thigh with a whiny moan, and your hand reached out to grasp his wrist.

"I know baby, I know.." He muttered quietly, he gently pulled your hand away from his wrist and hooked his fingers on the bottom hem of your shirt, slipping it off smoothly. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip as he observed your breasts carefully like he was trying to engrave the image into his memory. You felt a little self-conscious from his gaze, so you covered your chest with your hand. Seeing your facial expression turn a little uncomfortable, he took your hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it softly before bringing your face closer, and giving your lips the same treatment.

Your tongue slipped into his mouth once more, forgetting why you were even feeling self-conscious. As both your tongues danced together in sync, you could feel his hands slowly make their way to the button of your jeans, undoing it and pulling them down and off. He was getting so turned on by the sight of your panties that he couldn't resist but pull you closer by the hips to rub himself on you. A guttural groan squeezed out of his throat as he felt himself get harder through his pants which he was aching to get out of. By the time you were about to protest that you needed more pleasure, he had already pulled his boxers off along with his pants. He smirked at the way your eyebrows raised a bit looking at his pre-cum leaking cock.

You reached down and gave him a few pumps before lining him up with your entrance, you whimpered quietly as you rubbed his tip on your sensitive bundle of nerves, while collecting your wetness and putting him back at your entrance. Johnny kept you from falling back by putting his right hand on the small of your back, and slowly pulling himself into you. You clenched your jaw as he inched himself further in, the stretch his cock gave you was filled with pleasure and good pain, "Oh Fuck- You're so- Mmh." He struggled to continue, needing to stop and hold before he came too early. Your walls squeezed him in more, causing him to groan again, you could feel his cock twitch and throb in you which only made you squeeze him even more.

"I need you to- Mmh- To relax-." He used his left hand to rub your thigh attempting to soothe you a bit. You let out a satisfied sigh when you finally felt him roll his hips out at a slow pace, still adjusting. As he got used to your tightness, he went at a swift pace. The sounds of skin slapping and the crate bumping against the wall filled the room. Johnny couldn't hold back the quiet grunts that slipped from his mouth every time he thrust in you. You felt so at ease with him in you, that your head lolled back, allowing him to plant his lips on your neck and leave deep-tinted hickeys that would undoubtedly be questioned the next day. He got put in such a trance that he was starting to feel numb, his mind going into such a haze that he without warning, grabbed you by the hips and flipped you so you'd be bent over the crate.

"Fuck- Sorry-" he murmured before plunging back into your dripping hole. Although his roughness was a bit new to you, you weren't complaining. His hand found a place on your lower back again to hold you in place, his brutal pace was surely going to leave you sore. You felt yourself reaching your second orgasm while Johnny continued slamming into you over and over again, he felt you squeeze him tighter giving him the sense that you were close. He reached for your sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbed at a fast pace, matching his thrusts. The added stimulation was only making you scream-moan louder, you could feel tears threatening to fall from the corners of your eyes. Your moans were cut to a gasp as you came, He followed soon after as the rhythmic squeezes you were giving his cock made him moan and slightly whine. You felt the ropes of his cum painting your walls, and slowly start to drip out when he pulled out with a pleased sigh. He plunged his fingers into you once more making sure to not waste any of his seed, the unexpected feeling leaving you to whimper quietly. "Next time, don't tease me like that."

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[enterwittyjokehere]

[Honestly my whole blog could just be Raiden and Richtofen fics and I would lose no sleep at this point, love them way too much.]

The Birds and The... Birds

[Lord Raiden x Amab! Reader smut]

[⚠️Warnings⚠️]

[Amab reader]

[Hinting at a secret relationship]

[Smut shared between two men 18+ only]

[Slight praise kink]

[Mutual mast*rb*tion]

[Joi in a way]

[Raiden really said 'show me how >_<']

"Awe man! Dude it was awesome." Johnny boasted about his activities from the previous night.

The loud, boisterous voice of the earthrealmer earned the attention of lord Raiden, who was just a few feet away. 

Johnny's retelling of the previous night, to his friend and fellow earthrealm champion, did not go unheard by the protector of earthrealm. Although the slang Johnny used was foreign and confused Raiden, his mind swarmed with questions. 

Raiden knew who he could ask, he would just have to wait until the training for the day was over. The strange words lingered in his mind, he began to mull over the best way to ask for later.

"What is hooking up, as Johnny cage calls it?" 

The booming voice of Raiden earned your attention, you quirked an eyebrow in confusion, "I beg your pardon, lord Raiden?" 

"My dear, please, no need for formalities, there's no one around." He spoke, moving his hands to your shoulders, he leaned down placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Wait, but what did Johnny say?" You asked, turning to face the large God standing before you.

"That he 'hooked up with someone last night' and he went into large detail of how great it was but he did not, happen to explain the meaning of such words." Raiden, although he did love humanity, was very disconnected from their culture.

"Umm, well, hooking up with someone, Elder gods-! Where to start...?" You paused, waiting for the words to come to you, "Us, humans, you are familiar with us, yes?"

"Yes." He spoke, only slightly amused at your teasing.

"We have basic instincts that ultimately drive us, similar to other animals, one of these instincts is procreation..." You paused, looking back at Lord Raiden, who now wore a slight blush, "Although, Humans have kind of evolved past, the need to procreate, every time, and now crave the action that would typically led to procre-"

"Yeah, yeah. I get it, my darling." He waved his hand dismissively. 

"So.... when your not dating or married to someone but you have s*x, as we call it, you would call that 'hooking up'." You explained, your heart was racing and embarrassment reddened your face.

"Hmm, O-Okay then." Raiden spoke softly, his glowing eyes avoiding your own, his finger to his lip as if he was deep in thought.

You let out a struggled breath as you wondered what he was thinking, "Rai?" 

He glanced up at you, "Yes, my dear one?" 

"Everything okay?" He only nodded, before looking away again.

"Have you hooked up with other humans?" 

You bit your lip, unsure of how to answer, "well, I've had s*x yeah, but I've probably been more selective than Johnny Cage." 

"Selective?" Raiden asked, seeking your gaze, "How are you selective?"

"Well, I've only shared such activities with people I got really close with in my relationships." You explained, wearing a crimson sheet on your cheeks, "and Johnny, I doubt has ever had such intimacy with men..." 

Raiden allowed himself to laugh, chuckling slightly, "probably true, yes. But if all humans are driven by it, why not have more of it?" 

You inhaled deeply, "well, some people don't feel the need as heavily and I, personally, find that I can, usually, please myself quite well on my own." 

Once again, you averted your eyes in embarrassment. You could feel your heart pounding in your head, as your godly lover hounded you with questions. There was one question, you knew would be next, one you dreaded.

Raiden's mouth opened as he began to speak, your blood ran cold.

"How do you do that?" 

"Umm.." You stalled the words, "well, that is something we, humans, call... m*sturb*tion." You closed your eyes tightly, "it's when you please yourself, it's different depending on what set of... parts you have."

"How would people like us do it?" Raiden asked, he had already seen you naked, because you would often stay and sleep at his Temple.

"W-Why so many questions, Lord Raiden?" You asked, his eyes were wide and he was staring intently at you.

"I'm... I am curious." Was the only answer you got.

"W-Well, I typically prefer um taking my hand and doing it, but other men, or some women, may like to have something inserted into them. Really depends on preference." You were over this conversation, you had already had your fill of your lover's sudden interest in this topic.

"What do you do with your hand..." Raiden paused, looking at his own much bigger hand then glancing at yours, "to please yourself?" 

"Raiden, do you want me to walk you through it?" 

The question was hypothetical, it was supposed to be hypothetical, typically you would have never been so bold. You were just embarrassed and slightly irritated, it was only supposed to be a witty comeback. 

Raiden's red face deepened, his white eyes widened, his mouth opened but only for a few moments, snapping shut before any words could leak out. When Raiden nodded you couldn't believe your eyes, "I want to know. I am extremely... curious."

A hand covered your red face, "Okay... Take off your pants.." 

Raiden obliged, nodding slightly as he unbound himself from his trousers. 

"You may wanna sit down, then I'd typically recline back and grab the base of my... p*n*s." You instructed, feeling not only embarrassed but less than intimate.

When you turned back to face Raiden, he had done what you said, he looked magnificent. Your mouth went dry as your eyes traced down his body, to his godly, no pun intended, c**k.

The God of thunder's flustered face, met your own, his hand awkwardly placed on the base of his large c**k, "L-Like this?" He hesitated.

"Mm... Not exactly, loosen your grip, it may be easier for you if you start moving the hand." A flash of something flashed over Raiden's face, but you couldn't tell if it was confusion... or fear.

"I-I don't know about that." Raiden stammered, uncertainty laced through his words.

"What's wrong, hun?" You asked, looking softly at your troubled partner, "I thought you were curious."

"I... I am." Raiden said, basically pleading.

"Hmm, what would make you feel more comfortable?" You pressed a finger to your lip.

"Maybe, you should show me how to..." The thunder God whispered.

The swiftness in which you turned to face him, almost alarmed him. Making him think he had said something outrageous, "What was that, Lord Raiden?" 

"Maybe.... You could show me and I could do what you do, since you're the expert here." He spoke again.

You opened your mouth to speak, but that thought was quickly shut down as your jaws suddenly fixed tightly together. You were speechless, Raiden's gorgeous, blank, white eyes stared at you, picking you apart.

"M-My Beloved?" Raiden called out, your eyes quickly flicking back up to his own. His gaze now showed worry, perhaps he thought he had went to far.

You shook your head, "Umm.... Yeah, Raiden, give me a second..." 

You walked out the door, leaving your flustered and sexually frustrated lover laying on his back, with his c**k in his hand.

On the other side of the door, you placed both of your hands over your red face. Taking in deep breaths, you tried to calm your racing heart, thoughts and fears pounded away at your mind. 

"My dove...?" Raiden called out, you could hear movement and slight shuffling, "I am truly sorry if i-" 

'F**k it.'

You opened the door, still red in the face, Lord Raiden had stood to his feet, sloppily tucking himself back into his trousers, "I was simply curious, I would never attempt to upset you."

"Sit back down, Raiden." He paused, mouth snapping shut as he sat back down, "get yourself situated again."

His eyes widened slightly, nodding as he loosened his pants from his body. A deep breath was let out from your lungs, as you followed suit, stepping out of your pants and throwing your shirt to the side.

Raiden's white eyes, traced your figure, you were so much smaller than the thunder God before you. He staring made your c**k begin to harden, still hidden from raiden view. 

"Here, it works better if it's got something to lubricate it, I'll just-" You had gotten closer to Raiden, who tensed at your sudden closeness.

Glancing up at him, you placed your lips to the top of his c**k, before pushing him into your mouth. He sucked a breath in, his head moving back at the sudden sensation.

After you had sufficiently moistened him up, you removed him, your hand gently pumping around him. His hips moved against your hand, needing more, but to his displeasure you removed your hand.

Moving to sit beside him, palming your own c**k through your underwear, "...F**k-" 

Raiden's lidded eyes moved to you, watching as you disrobed, you licked your hand and began moving around your own c**k. Raiden's eyes focused on your hand as he placed his hand back in position.

“Just start with pumping, all the fancy twisting feels good but we'll take it slow for now.” You spoke in between huffs of breaths. 

Raiden nodded, copying your movements, his breathing strained as he focused on his movements. 

Your eyes watching his movements, a smile found your face, “Yeah, you got it.”

Looking up to see Raiden's glowing irises staring intently at you, his teeth gripping his lip for stability.

“Feels good, Rai?” 

He could only nod, words were lost in the sense of euphoria washing over him. The sight drew a chuckle from you, taking your free hand to grab at his jawline, placing a kiss to his lips.

“You're doing great, baby.” You praised, causing a small moan to slip from his mouth.

Moving away from Raiden you continued to pleasure yourself, hips moving against your hands. Raiden also attempted it, but the stimulation obscured his rhythm. 

Soon your own thoughts were focused on your own rising climax, forgetting about the thunder God right beside you. You speak your hand up, twisting your wrist as you did, moans leaked from your lips.

The moans were melodious to Raiden, his eyes narrowing on you. Continuing to pleasure himself he watched as you tossed your head back, squeezing your hand tightly around your c**k while you pumped it. 

Raiden noticed the way your hand and hips began to stutter, your eyes shut tightly, “Yes, yes, yes… F**k-!”

The white strings dripping down the base of your pretty little shaft made Raiden wince as he tightened his own grip. 

He could feel an unusual yet pleasurable tightening sensation, he chased it, slamming his hand down faster and harder. His face soon contorted into a pleasured grimace, as he groaned low and loud.

Your lidded eyes watched as his hips involuntarily stuttered into his hand, small bolts of lightning buzzing off of his body as he hit his peak. Pumping out the white ooze, I leaked down his large c**k, your body moved before you could think about it.

Licking up the base, catching Raiden's c*m on your tongue before moving to suck on his tip. Making him squirm beneath you, “Ah-! Wait… my dove, please-”

He snaked a hand into your hair, tussling it slightly, his lidded eyes found your own as you let him fall from your mouth.

“You are absolutely amazing, my darling.” He spoke the words softly.

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