#quan chi x reader

[moronkombat]

Can you write mk1 men with a pregnant reader who wants to have sex? What are their reactions, are they down for it or not.

spoiler alert, they're all okay with it tw: pregnancy, afab anatomy

Definitely not opposed to it. Reiko's reaction is...intrigued. Typically, sex is a battle in itself with bites and bruises a natural consequence. However, sex with his pregnant partner will look a bit more subdued in terms of physical marking. Expect more hair pulling than usual

Kenshi is initially surprised by this request but he is, ultimately, rather happy to oblige with such a task. Hands will roam your flesh so thoughtful and tender, he wants to feel every inch of you. And so, he will. He spends hours just feeling your body before even oh so carefully filling you with his cock. Does he mean to tease you like this? Of course

Syzoth would be the one to initiate sex during your pregnancy. He finds you terribly attractive when filled with his child. He simply cannot keep himself away from you. A secret he keeps rather close is that he finds you the most beautiful when you are rounded out by his offspring. If he could keep you pregnant forever, he would

Havik is not one to refuse sex with his partner. You being pregnant does not stop him, in fact, it encourages him. Absolutely obsessed with glorifying all the changes your body is going through. He's very descriptive when detailing the swell of breasts, the curve of your hips and, of course, the growth of your stomach. He becomes very possessive with your growing stomach during sex

Wouldn't deny you the pleasure that is sex. It is a natural and primal desire, after all. Rain is happy to have sex with his partner at any time and any place. He quite enjoys the look of you bouncing on his cock while heavy and milk filled breasts wave at him

Knowing that you're pregnant with his child is enough to turn a man like Shang Tsung on. He would not refuse taking you to the bedroom and absolutely making a mess out of your wet and begging pussy. Will fondle your breasts and chuckle as he watches oh so sweet milk drip drip drop

Quan Chi would want to massage your body before fully devouring you. He wants to feel your flesh bend and mold under his fingers. He takes quite the time on the plump of your ass. He is quite fond of your shapely and "motherly" hips

Tomas is actually quite the pervert when his partner is pregnant. Eyes linger upon your curves, you look so beautiful like this. Thoughts most impure overwhelm him and he is practically jumping for joy when you approach him for sex. He's very eager and doesn't want it to end. Once Tomas gets a taste of having sex when you're pregnant, he will not give it up

Raiden is always enthusiastic in regards to satisfying his partner's needs. Would gladly rock your world with the power of thunder until you can barely think. Your body oh so numb after he's done with you. Don't worry, though, Raiden is great with the tenderly aftercare

This man has just been waiting for the chance to absolutely ravage your pregnant body. He is exceptionally proud of himself for getting you pregnant and is invigorated by your changing body. Your growing stomach is a perfect reminder of just how potent he is and Kung Lao quite gets off on that

He's nervous, afraid he'll harm you or the baby. Though, Bi-Han would be a liar if he thought you didn't look attractive when pregnant. Seeing you carrying his child is intoxicating, his head is spinning. When having sex with you, his hand is clutching and resting on your stomach and you swear you can feel him shuttering and trembling with ecstasy just from that

Shao is always wanting to have sex with his partner. Pregnant or not, he will completely envelop you with carnal passion. Will tease you with playful words about how you'll give him many strong sons and that he'll keep pumping you full of his legacy

Johnny would find it fun. He would playfully refer to you as his "baby mama" during foreplay. Very touchy and feeling all of you up. When fucking you, he is quite drawn to your breasts and will whistle while commenting on their size

Not opposed to it at all. Liu Kang is happy to make his partner feel good and, let's be honest, he is feeling good too. He will be much more tender during sex, pampering you and giving you heavenly aftercare

Kuai Liang is very practical. He well aware of how libido increases during the course of pregnancy and is expecting you to eventually come to him all needy and wanting. A man such as Kuai Liang is always happy to indulge his partner in shared desires

Very hesitant. Baraka is aware that he has the tendency to lose control when having sex and he is worried he may harm you and the baby. With some tender reassurance, he will give in. Really tries to restrain himself, holding back and straining to let loose. Should you allow this, well, it will certainly be a long night

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[yanderestarangel]

HEADKANONS MK1 | 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 + 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐊 - 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 |

TW: gang bang, sub!reader, dom!mens, blowjob, double blowjob, double penetration, anal, masturbation, ass play, pet names, triple penetration, unprotected sex, cum play, monster fuck, cock warning, exhibitionism, sadism , masochism, sex with ropes, bdsm, rough sex, extreme sex, objectification, degradation, porn plot, afab anatomy, oral f!re, orgasm denied, monster fuck.

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You accepted the challenge, to catch them all at once, like the good warrior you were, but you caught them not in a fight but in bed.

To start preparing you would be a job for Raiden and Kung Lao. Raiden would calm you down, telling you not to be shy, but it was difficult seeing more than eleven men in front of you. Kung lao would grab your body and immobilize it, in a strong but still controlled way, making you sigh in shame, seeing the show you were/were going to give to all of them. Raiden would lower himself close to your crotch, waiting for Lord Liu Kang's orders to begin, which was met with a nod from the Fire Lord, making Raiden prepare your little pussy with his tongue and fingers, you were totally vulnerable and that was extremely delicious, all the fighters were watching you, waiting to be next. Raiden ran his tongue through your smooth folds, while Kung Lao brought his hands to your breasts, showing them to everyone. You saw the satisfied and lascivious looks of the eleven men in the room, your sweet moans echoed in everyone's ears as the mortal kombat champion used you delicately, using the powers of electricity to cause shocks of pleasure in your clitoris. "-You're so beautiful (Y/N), they all want to fuck you" -Kung lao would say while Raiden would agree looking at you, the sight of him sucking your pussy was almost unbearable it was so good, but soon you heard the order to change, getting ready for other partners, watching Raiden take his mouth off your pussy with a string of saliva connecting your wetness and him.

Next up were Kenshi and Johnny Cage. Both eager, a perfect balance of soft!dom and hard!dom. Kenshi would already place a kiss on your lips, a hungry and aggressive kiss, taking off the few clothes you had, leaving you completely naked in front of them all. Johnny smiled at you, while whispering in your ear: "-Let's give them the show they want, okay baby?" While giving you a kiss on the cheek, taking his skilled fingers to your core, dripping and smooth, covered in Raiden's saliva. Kenshi on the other hand would put his dick out, forcing you to suck eagerly, you obeyed, wanting to please everyone there, after all, you were the best. Takahashi saw you take his cock in your mouth, your lips sucked it desperately, pleasing him and pushing the length into you even more, forcing you to feel it in your throat. "-Such a greedy slut, how does it feel to be watched by all of us? Huh?" He pushes his dick into you even more, making you choke. "-Don't be so rude Takahashi... (Y/N) is a good bitch... A beautiful bitch." -Johnny speaks while inserting a second and then third finger into your pussy, while you heard comments from all the men, whether degrading you, praising you or complaining to be next. Kenshi feels the familiar heat in his balls, pushing his dick out of your mouth and ending up on your breasts, while Cage pushes you to your first orgasm, making you cum and squirt all over the movie star's arm as he gives you a cheesy wink.

You were still shaking from the orgasm, but you barely had time to breathe, seeing the lin kuei trio come close to you, Bi Han easily took you off the bed frame you were on, while Kuai Liang tied you with his hands behind your back, making strong knots that would certainly mark your skin, while I held you with the help of Tomas, who just smiled at you whispering that he was going to make you feel good. Bi Han soon opened your legs wide, taking out his dick, already dripping with cum from the tip, hitting your clitoris repeatedly, he didn't even wait for Liu Kang's order, pushing his thick length into you, filling you up, your pussy contracted drooling and squeezing his thick cock. "-You're a whore to me, even your pussy knows that little slut." -He growls under the mask, as he thrust his hips hard into your pussy, not caring if you were going to feel pleasure or not. You feel Tomas hold you as Kuai Liang squeezed one of your breasts, taking off his golden mask and taking the soft, bouncy flesh into his hot mouth, moaning against your skin. Bi Han continued to pound hard, his heavy balls slapped against your ass, Making you whimper and cry with pleasure and punishing pain, the grand master saw that you were close to cumming, pulling out of you with a sadistic expression, denying you the orgasm while it was Tomas' turn to fuck your pussy, alongside Kuai Liang. They both removed themselves from the position of supporting you, you found yourself among the ninjas now, with Kuai Liang behind and Tomas in front. Vrbada lifted you onto his lap easily, while Kuai Liang held your ass, using the soft cheeks of your ass to masturbate his thick and hot dick, while ninja smoke was hitting your overstimulated pussy, his thick dick was even bigger than Bi Han's, who just watched everything from the sidelines, along with the other combatants, who already had/were going to get you fuck. Tomas used a slow and provocative rhythm, holding your hips while using his other hand to make you suck his fingers, then using them on your clitoris. "-It's going so well... you're so good to me... for us, Lord Liu Kang is satisfied." -he babbled while he was lost in the velvety heat of your pussy, while Kuai Liang just let out moans and groans, biting your neck while moving his hips on your sensitive ass flesh, the man finally came, dirtying your ass on the outside, smearing your back and cheeks and slapping you hard to spread more of his cum across your skin. Now Tomas pushed even further towards the end of your pussy, making you cum once again, milking his dick with everything he had, he came all over your little pussy, taking out his dick and gently hitting your clitoris, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

The next ones were Syzoth and Baraka, with both holding you well, Baraka went in front, using your mouth to fuck, ensuring that you were well positioned for Syzoth to enter. You were still tied with Kuai Liang's ropes, which made the lizard man's job easier. Syzoth used one of his hands to grab the ropes, using the tip of his dick to tease your tight and still unused ass hole, spitting on the virgin canal while Baraka fucked your mouth, you salivated on his dick, as you watched him praise you. "-Yes, such a good boy/girl... please continue like this..." -Baraka forced his cock, coming against your cheek, fucking every oral cavity you had to offer. Syzoth on the other hand finally managed to enter your ass, his cock stretched you painfully and deliciously, making you tremble and roll your eyes. Both men matched a rhythm, with Syzoth moaning loudly even as he tried to control himself. "-Look at the mess you're making... do you like having that sweet ass fucked? Do you like taking several men, you slut? You're so beautiful like that." -Syzoth moaned loudly, as he slapped your ass more, his heavy balls hit your clitoris, sore and dirty with Tomas' cum, while Baraka grunted like an animal, fucking your mouth even more, he took his dick out of your mouth, running your tongue over his head while he came, staining your lips and even your teeth. Syzoth followed his friend's example, cumming deep in your ass, taking out his dick while giving you a quick pat on the head for doing a good job.

Shao Khan's strong hands grabbed you, lifting you like a trophy, while Reiko smiled. Shang tsung and Quan Chi just looked at each other, inviting themselves to join the game. You knelt in front of both sorcerers, taking both of their cocks at once in your mouth, Shang and Quan Chi moaned in unison, moving their cocks to the soft lair of your mouth. Reiko soon lay down on the floor, positioning himself inside your pussy at once, while he made you jump on him hard. General Shao Khan put his thick dick out, masturbating on your face. "-You're such a dirty human, you know? Being fucked by all these men and still wanting more?" -Shao Khan speaks in a sarcastic tone, hitting his dick on your face, the same face that was fucked by the two wizards' dicks. Reiko accelerated the pace, your pussy sucked him in with everything, the fat head of his penis slowly and rhythmically hitting your cervix, making you squirt again in record time. But they weren't going to end there, Shao Khan took you off Reiko's lap, using the already accustomed and tight hole of your ass to penetrate his cock. Meanwhile Quan Chi and Shang Tsung came together, both entering your pussy, Shang's cock filled you completely, while Quan Chi's cock only entered half, widening your hole even more. Reiko used his own hand, masturbating while squeezing your soft breasts. "-Taking two dicks in your pussy little pet? Damn you really are a whore." -Shang growled, as he stuck his dick into your pussy even more, while Quan Chi smiled sadicily, agreeing with his sorcerer friend. "-Yes... You're right, (Y/N) loves lots of cocks... doesn't they? How many men were there? I don't think our little pet even knows." When I would say finishing and cumming in your pussy, next to Shang, the thick liquid would stain you. Shao Khan slapped your ass hard, while finishing everything inside, without caring if you liked it or not. "-Yes... take all my cum in your ass... you worthless bitch." Khan soon left, while Reiko used your breasts to massage his dick, ending up on his stomach and breasts, completely dirtying your body.

Finally, you saw Geras and Liu Kang, who used his hands to untie the ropes that still held you, while holding your face. "-You were a good boy/girl... now let's get this over with, shall we?" -Liu Kang spoke softly, while Geras held you, he caught the attention of all the men present, as he fucked you in front of everyone, a strong and slow rhythm, smiling at you, the reward for being a great little slut for all combatants. Geras caressed your trembling body, showering you with praise. "-See how strong a fighter you were... still holding out against Lord Liu Kang and me at the end of it all? It looks like we have a winner here..." -Geras smiled, giving you a kiss, positioning himself behind you, while combining the slow pace with that of Liu Kang. "-Looks like we have a winner guys... wow (Y/N)... got us all..." -Kang said, laughing a little, while all the men looked at you, with longing, desire and happiness, that wasn't it It was going to end now and you knew it. Liu and Geras pushed you to your last orgasm, making you squirt in front of everyone, you fell a little on Bi Han and Syzoth, who were in the front row, while Johnny recorded everything, that was marked in history, and you had finally won,... Even if it wasn't in a conventional way.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

A/N: horny jail for me 🤫

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[doki-doki-imagines]

MK1 men react to their fem s/o wearing an MK9 outfit into battle? 🤭

author note: Johnny, Tomas and Kung Lao reaction here. Some guys are together because I think there is a limit to the kind of reactions someone can have to a partner with a skimpy dress LOL. Writing for these many characters is...hard

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Kenshi Takahashi: -He doesn't have a strong opinion on your new suit. -Mostly because he can't see it. Even with the help of Sento, it's not like Kenshi is able to clearly see, he just notices that something is different. -Things change when you press his thick fingers on your naked stomach, making him feel the strings that keep your dress together. -Kenshi is LIVID. -He is going to tell you he is angry because such an attire won't be safe in battle, but Kenshi is just trying to make you cover yourself up. -Yeah, Kenshi is jealous and doesn't mind manipulating you a bit into doing what he wants, mostly because he thinks he is doing it for your own good.

Liu Kang, Raiden, and Kuai Liang: -They would all stand still, their brain trying to load what is going on. -Like, they find you hot, but their brains work harder this time and tell them "It isn't the right time." -Liu Kang won't push you into covering up, and he'll keep an eye on you in battle. Be ready to get the emperor of earful if you get a scratch, tho. -Raiden and Kuai Liang angers bubble up, but while Raiden won't say anything and try to keep his temper at bay. -But don't expect to see him overjoyed at the end of the battle, for sure the dress elicited more worry and anger rather than passion. -Kuai Liang will be snippy the entire time, he didn't enjoy this stunt, not in front of everyone. -He'll ask at the end if you can avoid dressing like that in front of everyone. "Only if you admit that I'm hot." "Hotter than me, touch my arm if you don't believe me." -You won't touch just the arm.

Geras, Shao Khan, Reiko, Syzoth: -#TeamIdc -Geras simply doesn't mind, not growing up with an Earthreal mindset. -Shao Khan finds you hot, and seeing the blood of enemies on your skin is just a plus for him. -Reiko doesn't really mind, but he'd prefer if you wear more armour just in case? Or directly stay at home; he likes your soft skin. -Syzoth like Geras wasn't raised with Earthrealm's mindset, so he doesn't see anything wrong with that. Another one that is just worried you'll get wounded easier.

Bi-Han, Rain, Havik, Quan-Chi: -#Areyouinsane?Theyareworse. -They are jealous and possessive. They won't accept you dressing up like that for battle. -Bi-Han gets insanely possessive even in a normal setting, he absolutely needs to work on that. He thinks that kind of dress is right just if it falls on the floor in the next .25 sec thanks to his deft hands. -Zeffeero usually isn't too strict, he doesn't mind a deep neckline or vent, but this is too much. It looks closer to lingerie rather than a dress and Zeffeero will die before letting you out like that.

-Havik is anger incarnate. He shouts like a madman and his face being corroded makes him look even scarier. -Quan-Chi is a mixture between the two, closer to Zeffero, tho. He won't lash out, but his revenge will slither slowly, hitting you harder than any outburst.

Shang Tsung: -"What a sight for my eyes" He says after whistling. -His voice is deep, caressing your egos with compliments. -Shang Tsung really doesn't mind your attire, if anything you are now a perfect bait in case he needs to escape…

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[iliketangerines]

Watch Mk1 Quan Chi bring out Ermac (not the uggo mummy one) after you were being bad.

Say sum else and see what else he does.

stay still

a/n: NEED HIM NEED HIM NEED HIM-

pairing: quan chi x afab!reader x ermac

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), edging, overstimulation, tentacle sex, double penetration, blow jobs (?), brief nipple play, light bondage by tentacles, slight degradation

you duck away from Quan Chi’s grasp and laugh as he misses you once again

he growls as you once again dodge his grasp, and he’s frankly getting annoyed

you had been bratty the whole day, teasing him when he was busy, bothering him when he needed to get work done, dodging the little kisses he wanted to give you

and now, the last threads of patience are thinning as he watches you in the corner, shirt just barely covering your bare cunt and your nipples showing through the thin fabric

you raise the hem of your shirt just barely to show how your wetness drips down your legs, and Quan Chi has finally had enough

with a snap of his fingers, Ermac appears behind you and grabs onto your arms and holds you still, and you kick your legs trying to get free

Ermac growls and a green power appears by your legs and pulls them up in the air, causing the hem of your shirt to rise up and expose your drooling pussy to Quan Chi

he stalks toward you as his his hands flick and portals appear in the air, tentacles coming through and tearing apart your shirt to expose your chest to the air

your eyes widen at the sight of the tentacles, and you try to backtrack, trying to apologize and say you didn’t mean anything by the teasing earlier

Quan Chin tells you to shut up, and with a flick, a tentacle forces its way into your mouth and presses down on your tongue, making you whine

the sorcerer watches how your pussy clenches around nothing as you suck on the tentacle, and he smiles as your eyes grow glossy and unfocused

he coos at you, telling you that you’re already cockdrunk with just having a tentacle in your mouth, and you just whine and nod dumbly

Ermac behinds you hum as he tightens his grip on your arms, leaving small bruises on your soft flesh

Quan Chi flicks his wrist once more and two tentacles come and grope your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples, and you squirm in Ermac and the tentacle’s grasp at the roughness

but it’s to no use

with one more flick, Quan Chi sends a tentacle to rub at your sensitive clit, and you moan as a thick tentacle slides across your pussy folds before sliding into you

you whine at the stretch, hips bucking as the tentacle stretches you and fucks into you at a ruthless pace, bullying that sweet spot inside of you and sending tears spilling down your cheeks

Quan Chi hums at the sight of you so debauched, fucked and limp in the tentacle and Ermac’s grip, and he palms at his own hard cock at the sight of your wetness dripping onto the floor

for you, the pleasure is overwhelming, jolts of pleasure go through you as the tentacle rubs hard and fast circles into your clit, and the cocks in your mouth and pussy had your mind going blank

your hips jerk as you feel yourself coming up on your orgasm, and you whine around the tentacle as your thighs twitch and jerk

but suddenly, they stop thrusting inside of you, and you whine loudly and open up your eyes to find Quan Chi smiling at you wickedly

you try to cry out, to beg him to let you cum, but the tentacle in your mouth just buries itself further into your mouth, making you choke and gag as it hits the back of your throat

you’re forced to focus on breathing through your nose, but it’s hard to think when the tentacles start pinching at your nipples once more and thrust into your cunt

Quan Chi comes up and moves the one away from your clit to rub at the sensitive nub himself, and you whine at the contact

Quan Chi hums as your chest heaves up down at the onslaught of pleasure, and he knows your mind is slowly breaking underneath the pressure

you’re sobbing as you reach another orgasm, desperate and needy to cum, and your hips jerk and twitch to grind the tentacle deeper into your needy cunt

but Quan Chi holds up his hand, and the thick tentacle in your pussy stops moving obediently, and you whine around the tentacle in your mouth

Quan Chi dismisses the tentacle from your weeping cunt, and he watches a string of your wetness connect the tentacle and your drooling cunt before the tentacle pops out of existence

he has the tentacle in your mouth start fucking into your mouth, and you moan pathetically as it fucks into you

Quan Chi presses a thumb into your clit to watch your hips twitch, and he laughs at you, telling you that you’re such a fucking whore getting off getting fucked by tentacles

you can’t even hear Quan Chi over the pleasure making your mind spin, but you know you’re desperate for a release and attempt to grind your clit deeper into his thumb

Quan Chi pulls his thumb away, chuckling at your needy whine, and he slides his fingers between your pussy folds before spreading them to watch your greedy hole clench around nothing

in your pleasure, you had forgotten Ermac was holding you, and when the collection of souls presses his chest into your back and notches the tip of his dick at the entrance of your aching cunt, you remember he’s behind you and whine as he presses into your messy pussy

he fucks into you at a slow pace, and you sob as Quan Chin rubs your clit in slow circles

it’s not enough, and you squirm and wiggle in your hold as you desperately try to seek more friction

Quan Chi slaps the back of your thigh and tells you to behave, or he won’t let you come all night

it gets you to settle down, and you can only take the pleasure as the tentacle fucks into your mouth and Ermac fucks into your pussy

his tip brushes against something inside of you, and you choke on a moan as Ermac tightens his grip and changes his angle to continuously bully that spot

Quan Chi smiles at how drool drips down your chin, and he pinches your clit to hear you whine and to see your pussy clench down on Ermac’s cock

Quan Chi gives the back of your thigh a squeeze before pulling out his own dick and lining up next to Ermac

you don’t struggle as Quan Chi slides into your greedy pussy, and he coos at you, telling you that you look so whorish with two cocks in your needy pussy

he sets a ruthless pace, and Ermac follows in suit, sending your mind spinning with pleasure

you’ve never felt so full as they fuck you in tandem

Quan Chi rubs quick circles into your clit, and he tells you you’re such a slut, begging for his attention and taking two cocks so easily

you can only whine around the tentacle fucking into your throat, eyes squeezing shut as Quan Chi and Ermac abuse your sore pussy

you moan as you feel your high come up once again, but this time Quan Chi presses into your clit even harder as his hips grow erratic in their pace

you whine as stars burst across your version, and you cream around their cocks, mind spinning with pleasure and high whiny sounds escaping your throat

Quan Chi groans as he cums inside of you, and Ermac lets out a quiet grunt as he follows quickly

the both of them keep thrusting into you, and small whimpers escape you as the overstimulation sets in

but you’re too tired to wriggle only and can only take the pleasure as they ride out the last parts of their pleasure

Quan Chi pants as he finally pulls out of you and tucks away his softening cock, you’re still held up by Ermac by the arms, and his powers still wrap around your thick thighs and the  still tease at your nipples

he waves his hand and tentacles replace where Ermac was holding you, and the collection of souls disappears

Quan Chi rubs his chin as you look at him with watery eyes, and he looks at his cum leaking out of your drooling cunt

he snaps his fingers and two tentacles appear out of their portals, one rubbing at your clit while the other plugs you up and fucks into you slowly

you whine out, tears welling up at the stimulation sends pleasure and pain rocking through your body, and Quan Chi goes to leave the room

the tentacles fuck into you slowly, fast enough to provide pleasure and have your cunt drooling and dripping onto the floor

but too slow to have to reach the peak of pleasure, and Quan Chi seems to know it

because he tells you now that you’ve had your prize, he’ll rip it from you until you’re nothing but a mindless cockdrunk whore

and he closes the door to the room, leaving you to the mercy of the tentacles fucking into you slowly, never letting you have a moment of rest

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[zappyzenriq]

Guys.. Quan Chi is kinda hot..

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[chibikyo]

Day 16 - Double Penetration (In 1 Hole)

Shang Tsung x Quan Chi x M!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[johnkahner]

What are your rules when making a request? I don't want to request something that you are not comfortable with

That's alright I should've posted this. sorry about that anon. If there's anything that needs clarifying I'll try to fix it. I looked at other people's rules while trying to figure out my own.

Rules:

- Minors DO NOT INTERACT - I don’t write anything inappropriate involving minors.  - If the request makes will feel uncomfortable I will not write it [apologies in advance] - When it comes to pronouns I will try to use gender neutral ones. Unless the request states otherwise. 

Will Write:

- Character x Reader - Headcanons, Drabbles, Oneshots - The relationship can be either Romantic or Platonic - I’ll try to write for any mental illness [those might take longer due to researching the illness to make it as accurate as I can], any genders [male, female, non-binary, genderfluid, etc.] - Fluff, Angst, Smut [well attempt] - Possessive behaviors - I will write about family platonic stuff. 

Will NOT Write:

- Rape, Non-Con, Incest - Extreme Gore, Self Harm - Cheating - Character x Character

#mortal kombat x reader #rules #bi han x reader #shang tsung x reader #shao kahn x reader #kung lao x reader #liu kang x reader #johnny cage x reader #mileena x reader #quan chi x reader #smoke x reader #scorpion x reader #kenshi takahashi #kitana x reader #kaui liang x reader #sindel x reader #li mei x reader #ermac x reader #syzoth x reader

[bihanspookies]

Heyy, Would you mind if I requested something for Quan Chi? The fem!reader loses her virginity to him :3 ( it’s totally fine if you’re not comfortable with writing for him)

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND 🫶🫶🫶

I hope I did him justice for you!

Summary: You’re Quan Chi’s apprentice and after completing one of his more tedious lessons, he decides to have a drink with you. You may or may not have let it slip that you’re inexperienced and also that you fantasize about your first time being with him.

Warnings: Fem reader, age gap (reader is early 20’s and Quan Chi is who knows how old he’s just old lmao), p in v, oral (m+f), minor choking, virginity loss, shy inexperienced reader, quan chi gets a smidge freaky deaky👁️, soft!dom quan chi with one or two moment of him being a little mean?, reader is implied to be in love with him.

“Be careful what you wish for, little one.”

Quan Chi’s voice rumbles through your chest, traveling all the way down to the ends of your toes. You peer up at him from your place on your knees, your skin pressing through the material of your pants and onto the rough ground, leaving imprints behind. How you ended up here you didn’t quite remember, all you recall is having a bit of a celebratory drink with your master after successfully completing one of his lessons.

He sits poised on his throne, it was a chair really, but with how much you admired him anything he touched automatically became regal. He was meticulous, pragmatic, intelligent, all things you looked up to along with other traits he possesses. Conniving, manipulative, and cunning are just a few of the things that make up your glorious master Quan Chi.

A long white finger sets under your chin, tilting your head up a bit higher as his crimson eyes inspect you. You remain perfectly still, allowing your master to maneuver you however he pleases. He places the tip of his finger on either side of your chin to turn your head side to side, not a word spoken from his painted lips until—

“Speak, child.”

His usage of that word has your stomach twist. You were young yes but not nearly as naive or dim witted as some other people around your age. Quan Chi on the other hand had years and years upon you, looking no more than a 50 year old man. You swallow hard to quench your dry throat, your fingers flexing into the meat of your thighs as you try to conjure up the courage to tell him what you really want. Normally you’re never this reserved, this quiet, always speaking your mind to Quan Chi (in a respectful way of course) and he admired you for it.

But this wasn’t another necromancy lesson, this was you potentially asking your teacher to take something very precious from you.

You cast your gaze downwards to which he responds with a two finger tap to your cheek.

“Eyes on me. Do not look away when I ask you a question.”

The command in his voice sends a chill down your spine and you do your best to suppress it. He notices of course, takes in the way your shoulders tense the slightest bit and how the barest array of goosebumps break across your skin. The area between his eyebrows creases and you have the urge to smooth it out with your thumb, kiss it away with your lips and show Quan Chi what you want rather than say.

“Apologies, Master Quan Chi.”

He removes his finger from your face to gently put his hand up, commanding you to stop.

“We are not master and student right now.”

Your breath catches in your throat and you clear it to answer him back.

“It seems we are not.”

Your response has the corner of his lips quirk up the faintest bit, having him lean back in his chair and uncross his legs. Your eyes trail down his form, his muscles, white skin and red tattoos shining in the orange hue of the overhead lights. They give him an almost ethereal glow and you find yourself imagining his chest without his cuirass, how his muscles would shift and move as he towered over you—

“Lost in your thoughts again, little one?”

His laughs rings beautifully in your ears, dark and rich like him and you find yourself smiling back softly at him. You lock eyes with him, the deep reds of his irises swirling with amusement and something else.

“Apologies Ma— Quan Chi…”

He gives a singular nod, the subtle widening of his legs not going unnoticed by you. You yourself move closer to him, just enough for your knees to touch the ends of his boots. He rests his arms on the sides of his chair, expression now unreadable and he silently ponders how to move forward with you.

“I need to hear your words if you wish to proceed.”

Even in a situation such as this he remains ever so methodical and professional. It brings a grin to your lips, making him tap his foot to grab your attention.

“I want to do this. With you. I…” You shift on your knees, scooting just a bit more in between his legs.

You wouldn’t say those words now, not yet. It wasn’t the time nor place.

“I trust you.”

His smile grows just a fragment bigger, eyes taking in your form kneeling at his feet.

“You will listen to every word and command I say, understood?” You nod, excitement and heat pooling in your belly.

“Words, little one.”

“Yes Quan Chi.” He smirks at you, tapping the tips of his fingers in a rhythmic pattern on the sides of his chair.

“Unbuckle them.”

You’re confused at first, wondering what he’s referring to until he makes a very pointed look towards his groin. Your eyes visibly widen, only now noticing the tent that has formed behind his pants. You move closer, hands trembling slightly as they go and settle on his buckle. You look up for affirmation, only to find him staring down his nose with no expression whatsoever.

You undo the buckle, your heart thudding wildly behind your chest as your stiff fingers pull down his zipper. You brush against his bulge every so often and it makes your mouth salivate. Soon enough it rests in between the flaps of his pants, hiding behind his dark undergarments. Your fingers skim down the length, eyes half lidded as you feel the heat seep through the material.

Quan Chi only watches you, waiting with vacant eyes as you simply touch him. He’s a man of patience, but blood continuously rushing south the more you caress him. Even a sorcerer such as he can only be so patient before he cracks and orders you to place him in your mouth.

Just when he was about to speak up, his eyes widen the tiniest fraction when you lean forward to kiss him, your lips burning through the fabric and straight onto his cock. You look up at him to see if what you did was okay and when he gives the barest nod of acknowledgement you go forward and pull his garments down.

Gods he was truly magnificent on every inch of his body wasn’t he.

Nestled under a neatly trimmed bush of dark hair, the red tattoos adorning his arms also decorated the sides of his shaft. The dedication he had for the Dragon King’s army knowing no bounds as its intricate pattens that were found on the tomb, decorated him from base to just under the tip. You were clearly zoned out in taking in his appearance, your glazed over eyes making the sorcerer chuckle.

“You understand how to give oral, yes?” He rests a hand on the back of your head, massaging your scalp as he waits for your answer.

“The basics, yes.” Your voice is soft but firm, forcing yourself to look Quan Chi in the eyes.

“Then trust I will guide you. You said you trusted me so show it.” His hand pushes on the back of your head, your nose and lips skimming across his pale white skin. He removes his hand from you once your mouth starts moving on its own, skirting to his tip and pressing against the small beads of cum that’ve collected. Your lips part and your tongue shyly flicks out to taste him, his seed thin and slightly bitter tasting. You want to peek up and look at him, but you will yourself to not and instead wrap your lips around his head and circle your tongue around.

He’s still, not moving an inch or making a peep and you think you have to do more to get some sort of reaction from him. Slowly you sink down, taking your time to let your mouth adjust to his size, the ends of your teeth scraping lightly against him.

“Mind your teeth, little one.” His voice speaks up suddenly, your body flinching. He laughs again, placing his hand on the back of your head.

“Relax.” He tells you, smoothing his hand over before laying against the arm of his chair.

You get back into it, taking your time to taste and feel the weight of him on your tongue, closing your eyes and letting yourself feel in the moment. At one point you try to to go all the way down to the base, it proving more difficult than you thought because you gagged around him, your head rushing back up to take him out your mouth. Your cheeks burn from embarrassment, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He’s quiet and you’re too ashamed to look at him, taking a deep breath to try again. You grasp him in your hand and part your lips.

“Enough.”

He moves to stand, making you inch back on your legs. He tucks himself back in and holds a hand out to you, waiting for you to take it. You place your hand in his and he helps you stand up. His expression is unreadable but you think you can make out the faintest smirk on the corner of his lips.

“Let’s move somewhere more… comfortable.”

———-

You thought Quan Chi was perfect in every way, from his mind to his soul (or lack there of) to his body. But in this exact moment you wish he had hair on his head so you could grasp it tight in your fingers and pull him closer to your aching cunt. All you could do was squeeze your thighs around him as he drove his tongue into you agonizingly slow, taking his time to taste and feel how you clamp around him. His fingers dug into your thighs, forcing you still as his sharp nose pressed into your clit. You open your mouth to say something, anything, but instead let out a high pitched moan as Quan Chi moves to suck harshly at your bud, teasing two fingers back into your warmth. He sinks them all the way to the knuckles, your soft walls pulsing around him deliciously.

“You taste delectable, my dear.” He groans, locking eyes with you as he kisses up your body, his lips leaving burning trails in their path as he makes his way to you. His long nimble fingers massage your flesh, teeth biting just enough to send a quick sting, tongue immediately soothing over the faint indents. Soon he hovered over you, his cock resting on your thigh and arms placed on the sides of your head.

He dragged his hand down your frame and gave your breast a firm grasp, his nails leaving behind crescent marks and thin red lines as he continued to scratch his way down.

He hooked your legs over his hips, pushing himself in between your slick folds, nudging his head against your swollen clit.

“How small you are beneath me, little one. So fragile…” His fingers envelope your throat, giving an experimental flex and enjoying the way he can feel your muscles tense beneath him. Your breath hitches, your own hand coming to graze against his cheek. For the briefest moment he’s eyes soften, shoulders slump the tiniest fraction and his fingers let up a centimeter. But as quickly as it came it disappeared, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smirk.

“I’ll ask you one more time. You trust me, yes?”

“With my life.” His smirk grows bigger, his hands coming to grasp your hands and lock them above you.

“Excellent.”

One hand illuminates green, rotating in a half circle and you feel something bind your wrists together, pinching them. Twisting your head up, your stomach tightens with fear and excitement when you see a glowing skull and spinal cord, the skull perched right over your fingers. Your graze drifts back to Quan Chi’s, an eerie smile painted on his black lips.

He grasps himself, dragging the head up and down your sticky folds before lining up with your hole. He pushes in slightly, your body tensing from the sudden intrusion. He pauses, but doesn’t remove himself, his eyebrow raising at you.

“You wanted this, remember? Trust your master.”

You slowly let your breath out, your fingers twitching to reach out and touch him, being mildly annoyed that he decided to tie you up.

Quan Chi pushes forth again, inch by inch sinking into your warmth. You force yourself to focus on his face, ignoring the pain and memorizing his features, the way the space between his eyebrow crease once again. A muscle in his neck ticking, nails piercing right into your skin.

“Oh, Gods—“ You whimper, your cheeks burning hot and feeling the stretch of him fill you out. A snicker bubbles from the necromancer, observing how you’re slowly crumbling from him and he hasn’t even started to properly fuck you yet.

“Look at you, already falling apart on my cock, hm? Pathetic, really.” His words barely register in your brain, too zoned in on the way his pelvis brushes against your clit.

“Look at me.”

You look at him in a daze, your walls involuntarily clamping around him.

“Look at me as I bring your body to immeasurable heights of pleasure. How I will ruin you for anyone else.” He places both hands on your thighs, his fingers gripping onto you as he starts to rock his hips. He watches the way he disappears, how you swallow his cock, your arousal adding a glistening shine to the tattoos adorning his pale skin.

His lips part ever so slightly, the sounds of your wet cunt filling his ears and dripping down to soak his black satin sheets. It’s a sight he could have on replay for the rest of his life, your whimpers and whines urging him to take you harder and faster. But he withholds himself, knowing that your first time should be should be tender, or at least as tender as he could be.

He thumbs your clit, rotating circles as he shifts his hips more, his other hand coming to grasp onto your breast. His calloused palm engulfs it completely, kneading it to the rhythm of his thumb. You can feel yourself succumbing to the white hot pleasure coursing through your veins, yanking against your bindings to attempt to touch him but they only get tighter with every pull.

“Quan Chi….”

His gaze snaps to you, hand leaving your breast to cup around your throat. Your pulse jumps beneath, mewling when his thumb and index press into you.

“I’ve had many lovers, but not as intoxicating as you. Such a pretty thing…” The knowledge of him taking others makes your stomach churn in an unfamiliar way. Jealousy yes but also knowing that he knows exactly how to treat you makes you whimper. His still moves at a calm pace, steadily driving you up the wall because you want more.

You need more.

“Please, I need—“

“Demanding something of me, little one?” You gulp, opening your mouth to respond but he cuts you off, tutting and shaking his head.

“What a needy thing.”

At the same time his grip around your throat tightens and his hips move harder, your breasts bouncing with every thrust. Your eyes flutter, a slow whine passing your lips as the pleasure increases throughout your body. Quan Chi laughs, loving how your form just complies to him, molds and shapes to everything he gives you. It’s a dark feeling that swirls within him, for he’s used to manipulating and commanding others to be in his control.

But this was different, you were different and he loved it.

You can feel your muscles tensing in your stomach, the familiar knot building higher and higher until you were sure that you were going to black out from how much pressure was building up.

He presses harder on your clit, fucking your cunt with more vigor, wanting to witness the moment you come undone.

“Look at you, ready to come apart from my cock. Go on then, come.”

He leans closer to you, smirking down as he feels your pussy start to spasm around him.

“Such a good girl.”

Stars and colors burst in your vision, body jerking as your climax takes over. Your legs squeeze shut around his hips and pull him in closer. He continues to fuck you, abusing your sensitive clit while engraving your convulsing body into his mind. He can see you struggling against your restraints and for a moment he decides to indulge you, waving his magic away to release you. Your shaky hands shoot out and clasp onto his shoulders, bringing him to your level and burying your face into his neck.

He runs his hand up and down your side, removing his thumb from you and going to pet your head in a soothing gesture.

“Poor pretty thing.”

He feels how shaky and hot your breath is against his neck, sending shivers down his back. His cock throbs in you, reminding you that he didn’t finish. You pull back and stare deep into his eyes, coming to cup his cheek.

“You didn’t— you didn’t c—“

“No, but no matter.”

He teases his lips against yours, the tip of his sharp nose sweeping over yours.

“I still have much more to teach you.”

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #quan chi #quan chi x reader #my writings #asks

[qdbs-writes]

Awesome!! Because I was wondering if you could do Hc's with Onaga, Goro, Kintaro and Quan Chi with their S/o telling them that they are pregnant. Pretty please

MK Lads Learning that S/O!Reader Is Pregnant

Onaga

He's delighted! After all, what good is being the true ruler of Outworld if he has no heir? Preparations will be made immediately for your safe labour and delivery, you'll not lift a finger until the child is born.

The planning will also include the child's rigorous education and training that will begin days after the birth (or, hatching, perhaps?) so that the child you bare will grow to be as formidable as their father.

Goro

He'll stare at you silently while he processes the news of your pregnancy. Not that he isn't happy, he's just blown away that this could happen at all. However, there are some major complications.

The Shokan policy of survival of the fittest and Goro's status as a prince have him questioning whether it's better to keep your pregnancy secret from his people.

Your child will no doubt face endless scrutiny within Shokan society, constantly having to prove their worth in Kombat. Goro is willing to abandon his people to ensure you and the child have a better, kinder life.

Kintaro

While Kinatro is also a Shokan, he has the advantage of not being a prince. Without that social pressure, He is allowed to express his pride in having gotten you pregnant.

Any concerns you may have about your child's ability to integrate into Shokan society are waved off by Kintaro, who is adamant that any child of his would be strong enough to prove themselves.

Being of Tigrar lineage rather than Draco, Kintaro will help you prepare for the cat-like child you will birth, particularly with lots of toys and scratching posts.

Quan Chi

He's been called 'daddy' before, but he never realised it would become literal one day. Normally the life he creates requires a prelude of suffering and torture, so you'll forgive him if he's a little taken aback.

You may have to convince him that this isn't one of Shinnok's tricks and that you are indeed pregnant with his child. Once that sinks in, he'll be happy enough to shout it from the rooftops.

Soon everyone in Netherrealm knows that you're expecting, and Quan Chi is unlikely to calm down about it anytime soon. All of his revenant slaves are looking forward to meeting their new overlord.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #mortal kombat headcanons #mortal kombat imagines #onaga #goro #onaga x reader #goro x reader #kintaro #kintaro x reader #quan chi #quan chi x reader #qdbs writing #tell jesus that the bitch is back

[fandomwrightingontheside]

Lovesick

Quan Chi x reader

Request for @theelderhazelnut

Since the tournament, you've received letters of undying devotion and love from someone. They never leave their name, just the words: your devoted disciple. It's creepy. You didn't interact with anyone outside of your fights or Earthrealm Kombatants. You avoided everyone from Outworld like the plague and stayed by Fujin, who brought you as his champion in case Liu Kang failed. Thankfully, Liu hadn't, but that is beyond off-track. You don't know who is sending these letters; there is never a return address, so they are being hand-delivered to your home. But you have a suspicion that it's Quan Chi. He had been staring at you from day one of the tournament. You never gave him the time of day. Why, why was he pestering you with his creepy letters? The letters got worse during the Netherrealm invasion of Earthrealm. While you stayed in your home in fear of the demons that flew overhead, you still were able to collect your mail with no issues. You kept getting letters even after the invasion failed and Shinnok was imprisoned. You and Fujin speak frequently; he's constantly worrying about you having a stalker. Raiden has read over the letters and has said it seems to be Quan Chi's handwriting. That revelation almost made you drop dead.

...

Years...20 fucking years you've been getting these letters. You watched your fellow champions grow as people and have families. You have grown as a person but haven't been able to keep relationships because of these letters. It is depressing, but now you want to use this chance to have some fun while being away. If Raiden had his way, you would stay with the Shaolin Monks for your safety. But Fujin knows you, so he is the peacekeeper between you and Raiden. However, Fujin understands your side. Raiden is just very cautious when it comes to Quan Chi.

You visit the temple once a year and stay there for about a month and a half. Those damned letters still follow you. Even Raiden's strongholds are unsafe for you to go to anymore because he felt Quan Chi's dark magic in some places. It's beyond frustrating that he is playing this long, annoying game. In the grand scheme of things, you have considered using your abilities to attack and fight back...but something doesn't seem right; it's like a trap. The only question is, what is he planning?

While on a trip to Outworld with Cassie and Fujin, Kitana and Jade find you lying on a rock enjoying the sun. You are wearing some shorts and a halter top. Cassie insisted you two go outside because "you need to stop being a hermit and enjoy the fresh air and the sights." A vacation is always great, but you aren't leaving home unless necessary anymore. Still, Kitana is nice enough to come over and have a chat. You get along quite well with the Empress. Not to say you didn't before, but this is an enjoyable experience to catch up. Both Jade and Kitana have read and seen the letters sent to you. You can see it in their faces that they pity you for somehow earning Quan Chi's attention.

"Good to see you again, Empress Kitana," you say, sitting up from your little relaxation. "It's been some time. You are looking more and more radiant with age."

"And I see you haven't aged a bit since the last tournament," she teases as she looks you over with her fan out to cover most of her face. Kitana closes the fan and smiles, "I've heard you and Master Fujin have come to stay and enjoy the day in Outworld. Have you come with someone?" You tilt your head a bit and bite your lip. How she says "with someone" makes your skin crawl.

"No, just Fujin and Cassie, why?" Her smile fades, and Jade comes and stands next to her. Kitana looks over to the jungle in thought. Your guard shoots up a bit at their behaviour. Before you speak, Cassie runs out of the jungle, Fujin close behind her. Both are hollering at each other playfully while waving a bunch of leaves around like crazed kids. You are always glad to see Fujin relax, especially with how he's taken to this new generation of Kombatants.

"Kitana?" You ask, pulling her from her thoughts. You know it's been rough for her since being freed from being a revenant. Her eyes glance back at you, and she gently shakes her head. She is trying her best.

"Excuse me for asking...but are the two of you together?"

Cassie and Fujin look at her once they hear the question. You let out a snort of a laugh. "No, I haven't been able to hold a relationship since the start of the letters 20 years ago," your laughter dies off into a slightly bitter tone. Kitana doesn't respond as she thinks. You look over and notice Fujin looking around like he's searching for something or someone.

"Fujin, what's wrong?" he glances at you for a split second before going back to scan the area.

"I sense a disturbance, (y/n). Like another powerful entity has walked onto the realm." You roll your eyes. He thinks Quan Chi is here. The thought makes you shiver. As a windmaster, Fujin is attuned to the realms, so if he thinks something isn't right, he's probably right. Cassie watches as he grows increasingly wary of the area. "Kitana, can I ask a favour of you," the Empress looks over and nods. He sighs, "Can you watch over (Y/N) while they head to the portal to return to Earthrealm?" Kitana nods again with a puzzled expression. "(Y/N), are you okay with that? I would trust Kitana with you over any other," you take a moment to think. Why does Fujin suddenly feel the need to worry? You sigh, knowing that it's just easier to agree to go home early than to argue with Fujin. "Excellent."

Kitana escorts you to the portal back to the Sky Temple, keeping a respectable distance. You hope Fujin isn't overreacting. But...that man had saved your life before, so you trust his word. "I'm sorry about all of this, Kitana; I wish things were different in my life," you apologize with a sad laugh. The Empress reaches over and pats your shoulder.

"There is no need to apologize," you smile and shake your head.

"No, Kitana, I feel like I should. If it weren't for my problems, I would've enjoyed spending more time with you." Before you are allowed another step, Kitana stops you.

"Aren't you the God of Wind's lover?"

"What? No, Fujin and I are just friends. I've known him too long to see him as anything more than a friend or brother," you laugh again and start heading to the portal again. The silence lingers with the unanswered question until Kitana can reach out and grab your arm. You and the Empress face each other. Kitana looks worried for you.

"I worry for you. If Quan Chi was as invested in me as he is in you, I do not know what I would do," You can't stop the sad smile from coming over.

"I'll be okay, Kitana. He hasn't tried to kill me yet," her grip tightens. You notice her mask is down and hanging against her chest. The soft breeze blows your hair from your face.

"It's not you that I fear dying in this situation," she speaks softly as her free hand reaches up and gently brushes your face, "Quan Chi doesn't care what or who he hurts to get what he wants." Kitana lets your arm go, she reaches over and holds your hands in her own.

"Why do you think I haven't tried to start relationships since the first couple he seemingly ruined," the smile on her face looks strained as she tries not to cry for you. You understand that she hates that she is unable to help you and how she fears he'll make up into a mindless zombie slave like she had been. The Empress doesn't deserve this guilt to bring herself down; you pull your hands away and quickly embrace the Empress tightly. She accepts the embrace, her grip tight. "Don't feel guilty. It's not your burden to bear, Kitana. I have a large support system back in Earthrealm, I don't think I'm taking this on alone. Thank you for caring." Kitana pulls away and looks at you with a tiny, pained smile.

"For your sake and the God's, I hope you will be all right," you let her leave, which she does after saying goodbye. You walk the rest of the way to the portal, hop through, and see Raiden standing near it, arms behind him, waiting. His appearance shocks you; you're used to him just teleporting wherever you're at.

"Raiden?"

"(Y/N)," he pauses to stare at you with his regular neutral expression, "Let us talk."

...

A few minutes after you arrive at Raiden's Sky Temple, he makes hot tea for the two of you and prepares a small place to sit. You sit and wait for Raiden to speak. You were beyond curious about what he seemed to need. He sits across from you with a tray with tea for the both of you. He's tense as he pulls out another letter.

"It was left in the Jensei chamber," he says as he stares at it. A grim expression fills his face. As he reads it, you read the letter, seeing it's more of the same, except he wrote down his name at the end: your devoted disciple Quan Chi.

"We have the answer none of us wanted, and to make it worse, he invaded the Jensei," Raiden's words have a bite to them that is not directed towards you. Your shoulders tense, and a pit fills your stomach. Raiden hasn't stopped looking at the note. The tense silence that follows hurts worse. If anyone deserved a break, it was him.

"Has he not realized you were invited as an extra measure in the tournament? He cannot keep doing this," Raiden hisses. You let out a sharp sigh that doesn't go unnoticed by the god. His hands rest on his lap, and he keeps staring at you. You wonder if his gaze is meant to cause a hole in you.

"I had hoped that one day you would live a full, happy life," his voice sounds upset. Raiden lifts a hand and starts rubbing his head.

"I knew you wouldn't understand," you scoff and stand from the seat to pace, "Raiden, this has been happening for years now; nothing ever changes. And it has only gotten worse now. At this point, I'm going to have to do something stupid to pull him out of hiding," you grumble under your breath. The God of Thunder listens closely, concerned that he won't like your plan. You place your hands on your hips and let your head hang with a dramatic sigh, "And I can't guarantee no one else will get hurt," you pause and add, "Except for me..."

Raiden stands so fast you're almost startled and walks to you quickly to meet you. You almost fear for a split second, he may kill you.

"I must implore you against whatever plan you have in mind, (Y/N)! Quan Chi will use you to get the amulet. We cannot let this happen," his voice is firm as he is angered with your sudden "solution" and potential demise, "You are not a helpless child. There are multiple ways to lure the sorcerer and fight him directly."

The stubborn and irritable tone coming from Raiden doesn't go unheard. It stings like needles when the words sink in. While yes he is correct, the many times that others have tried, Quan Chi has escaped. Not even with magic or anything. He just straight-up ran. After 20 years, the God of Thunder must learn to ease his temper because, otherwise, everyone will pay the price. Raiden doesn't move when he gets close and looks at you directly. His stare is cold and judging. It feels like he is threatening you with just his presence. The only response you have is an angry scowl.

"I'm going to the Netherrealm to flush him out. Trick him into following me to Earthrealm, where he can finally be dealt with. I want it to be over," you raise your hands, clenched in fists and exclaim, "So do you. So do Liu, Hanzo, Kitana, Kuai! If the threats aren't taken seriously, he will get stronger!"

"But sitting around and letting him grow with armies of undead also does nothing for us, Raiden!" You retort loudly. Raiden growls under his breath and glares.

"So we sacrifice you to end this, all of this?"

"If that's what it takes, I'll happily die to protect everyone from him and what he's capable of!" You shout as if getting louder will change his mind. If anything, he doesn't seem the least bit convinced. But honestly, why would he be? Raiden knows how sneaky the sorcerer can be, so you know his words will help you survive.

"I can use his letters against him, use whatever 'feelings' he has for me against him. Raiden, please trust me," you add softer, your voice pleading. You almost seem broken as the anger from arguing dies down. In your heart, you believe this will work.

"Are you certain you will do this, (Y/N)?" Raiden asks as he glances at you. The severe dead expression says everything you need to know. He'll hate what you say, but he's ready.

"Yes," he lowers his head in a quiet prayer and steps back a few feet from you. The next time he looks at you, you can almost swear it will be in a rage. But his face stays blank with the slightest tinge of sadness.

"Very well. We shall give the others a warning of your plans. I beg you to be safe with this plan," Raiden says as he teleports away from you. You take a long swig of your tea and then grab a small bag of supplies for your journey to the Netherrealm. Your mouth is dry, your skin is crawling, and the air is chilled. This has the potential of getting bad quickly.

You wander slowly through the Krypt, seeing the tombstones and statues Raiden and Fujin made to honour their previous champions. You reach the portal to the Netherrealm, feeling the heat coming from the portal gates. The snow around the Krypt is a bluish-white, except around this portal. You can see the grass. It's brown from the heat of the gate itself. Standing just a mere 3 feet away is Fujin. His eyes meet your form before he calls out for you.

"(Y/n)! What are you doing? This plan of yours is ridiculous! Letting him kidnap and possibly kill you?" his voice is raised louder. You huff at his words and shake your head.

"I need to try Fujin! I will not let him hurt Earthrealm to get at me!" You counter loudly. Fujin crosses the distance and stands firmly in front of you, forcing you to halt and stare angrily.

"Raiden does not agree with you either (y/n). Your life is important!"

"I haven't had a life for 20 years, Fujin! I'm taking it back with this choice!" You throw your arms in the air as you argue with him. "I've had to see my friends suffer with the memories they have to carry on, seeing them traumatized while I know nothing of their pain. Now, with me knowing those he will hurt if I don't put myself on the line, there will be less death," the argument continues with a heated fury as both of you hold your stance. "He's destroyed too many lives! He doesn't care for lives as a whole, Fujin. What other solution is there?"

The God of Wind lowers his arms. A sombre, defeated expression on his face. "How can I convince you that this is wrong and not the answer to defeating him?" his voice is soft, defeated.

"There isn't, you can't. Just support me. I will come back with his head on a pike or him alive for everyone to get the justice they deserve," Fujin lifts an arm and gently lays a hand on your cheek.

"Then, please. Come back home when you're finished. I cannot see my best friend become a corpse or an undead slave," his gaze grows sad. You place your hand on his and smile at him.

"I always come back, don't I?" you tease, stepping away from him and standing at the gateway, ready to jump in. "Tell the others I'll return once I finish." With one more look over, you jump into the hellish gate, the searing heat engulfing you. You hiss as the Netherrealm's warmth burns your skin like a sunburn that's been slapped. It's far hotter than others have told you it was from their own experiences. Once your eyesight adjusts, you look around. Your first thought is about how you get anything done if stepping through the portal has you burning up. A painful cough breaks from your chest, making your body jolt. The air is hot and dry, full of ash, smoke, and screams. You quickly pull out the bandana Erron gave you as a joke to help alleviate the painful struggle to breathe the Netherrealm's air. "Oh fuck..." you choke out as you cover the fabric on the lower half of your face. You hear footsteps approaching your position and see the last person you want to fight alone; Noob Saibot.

"Well, look who found themselves in the wrong dimension," his distorted, dead voice snaps. You decide you may as well give him a run for his money before meeting the actual target of the trip.

"I'm not here for a fight, Bi Han. I'm here for Quan Chi," he groans, crossing his arms as he watches you.

"Why? Surely you're smart enough to know not to show up without an army or a God," a laugh rattles from his throat. His voice is like nails to a chalkboard, grating. Even if your feelings are more toward his younger self, seeing the new form of your old friend makes you want to vomit. You both stare each other down. When he moves, so do you. Both of you clashed against one another, locked in a standstill of strength.

"Unlike the little mortal who dropped in here, you have not yet succumbed to the realm's will," you think he is amused by your struggle to match him.

"We could stand like this all day, Bi Han. Can you tell me where the sorcerer is?" you ask quickly. His grip tightens slightly.

"The sorcerer's attention is currently on an Earthrealmer." You roll your eyes; you're that Earthrealmer. How did you know that before Noob Saibot? Then again, this man could've heard Quan Chi talk vaguely about you.

"I'm that Earthrealmer idiot! Now tell me where he is!" You hiss impatiently, hoping he hasn't just teleported out of here. A burst of smokey green energy throws Noob Saibot at a wall as the spell's power knocks you back as well. Your body goes limp when you hit the wall, but your mind is spinning like a top. A few seconds later, you hear your name shouted. A shadow casts over you. Then, someone grabs your body. You can only groan and curl your body into the arm of whoever is holding you. You cough as the heat of the air hits your throat again.

"(Y/n), What are you doing here!?" Quan Chi asks worriedly. You can look up just as you realize Quan Chi was carrying you. You step from his hold, gaining your balance with another pained cough. You glare harshly at the sorcerer, who keeps his grip on you so you don't fall. His eyes watch you in quick flicks, looking for injuries.

"Came here looking for you," you gasp, trying to catch your breath, but the atmosphere isn't cooperating. You are more than thankful for Erron's idea for a mask. God, the air here burns your throat even after you've readjusted your bandana. Quan Chi watches as your form settles; you're less wheezy, which immediately relieves your lungs.

"While I appreciate the effort and bravery to come to the Netherrealm and look for me, are you all right?" He places his hand back on your arm, lightly gripping it so you do not run. Quan Chi's face has fallen to a very concerned grimace. You didn't expect to see such emotion considering everything he's done and said to Earthrealm's champions, along with what happened with the tournament. It was strange that he could be so calm about ruining and breaking people, and yet his demeanour shifted to one of concern and a peculiar hint of care for your person. Quan Chi gently squeezes your shoulder with a second glance.

You continue watching him. Seeing the darkness in his eyes isn't wholly malicious. It's softer now, his eyes appearing warmer. You weren't a fool, though. This could be a trick. It was likely a trap of some sort.

"God, how does anyone deal with the heat here?" you ask rhetorically as you look for somewhere that could be shady to hide from the heat. He chuckles softly, but his worry for your condition still sticks.

"Come, let's get you into an area with less heat. You're unused to the Netherrealm," Quan Chi comments and offers his arm for support. He is genuinely concerned with the impact the Netherrealm is having on you. Your tired mind doesn't allow you to process this, and you take his arm. You feel so dizzy and warm from the heat. You think you're on the verge of heatstroke because your brain power has evaporated into the heat around you. Everything feels so heavy, and there is no sound anymore. You fall out of consciousness, not before you feel like someone is lifting you.

...

With a groan, you sit up and look around. From the look of it, Quan Chi brought you to his fortress. The last thing you remember was seeing it. And not for very long, to boot. You remove the bandana and brush a hand over your face as if that would wipe away the strange experience of fainting from the heat. Getting off the cot, you notice that the room is cool, like when you forgot to turn the A/C off before falling asleep drunk on the couch. That sounds exactly like what has happened. As you stand, your skin that had been exposed to the heat stings and looks angry and red, much like a sunburn.

It took a few minutes to wake fully, but the knock at the door alerted you that Quan Chi was behind the sudden noise. He slowly walked in, his eyes locked on you. When he spoke, he sounded soft and careful. "Ah, you're awake," his hands clasp together in front of him, and he smiles warmly. It's an eerie warmth from the same Sorcerer who would easily murder and then use his enemies' corpses to make revenants. That doesn't stop a warmth of your own from flooding your cheeks. You assume it must still be the remnants of the intense heat lingering on your body from outside.

"Yeah..." You say as your throat is scratchy and dry. You cough a few times as it's a new sensation that doesn't sit well in your chest. "Ugh, I could kill for a drink," your voice has gotten a lot more hoarse as if you had just come down with a sickness of some kind. Your mind feels a bit fuzzy, but the air is cooler and easier to breathe now. Quan Chi lifts a finger, silently commanding you to wait momentarily before exiting. A minute later, you hear his footsteps in the hall, followed by your name from his mouth. Quan Chi hands you a glass of ice water when he enters the room. He's breathing slightly heavily as if he ran to bring you water.

"Are you feeling ill at all?" he asks, concerned as he sits across from you. His presence isn't menacing or unsettling. The Sorcerer's entire personality seems to have shifted since the last time you'd seen him when Shinnok was imprisoned in his amulet. Before, all you'd experienced was an arrogant and dismissive man. Seeing Quan Chi now is like speaking to a new person, yet it isn't at the same time. He holds the cup out to you, watching your every movement. His eyes don't hold the ordinarily dark and menacing look; they tend to have such softness and something else hidden. You look at the cup and then at him. You don't fully trust him; he understands why, considering everything he's done, but...You have captivated him in ways he can't even begin to describe. Quan Chi almost loses his concentration on your eyes as they gaze into him. Your hand takes the glass, and he follows it.

Your lips wrap around the edge of the glass, tipping back and tilting until the contents of the glass are gone. "Thanks," you croak as you keep your distance from him. He had killed so many people with and for Shinnok that you wanted to have him at least an arm's length away. You weren't looking to die on this mission. He nods and studies you while his elbows rest on the arms of the chair. A sigh escapes Quan Chi as he watches you. It's clear he's off in his thoughts. But the look he gives you is that of a man intoxicated by his partner. At that moment, your memories of what you've read from the Sorcerer's letter flood your mind.

Quan Chi was deeply fond of you. He'd write several pages in one letter about how words cannot describe how drawn to you he is, how you've bewitched him in impossible ways. Even years since he's seen you, he is mesmerized and enamoured by your beauty and grace plaguing his mind. Every moment, his head is filled with only you and only his love for you, despite not knowing how the two of you could cross paths. He, believing to earn your favour, released his revenants, your friends. It was a strange move, especially with the havoc and pain you and those you cared about suffered because of it. He wrote about how he'd give up anything and everything you spoke negatively about if it meant you'd give him a single glance. You'd be lying if some of the things he wrote made you feel like a protagonist out of a romance novel with how poetically he wrote about his adoration for you. Sometimes, the things he wrote did bring a light colour to your cheeks. You'd also be lying if you said you didn't find him physically attractive.

At this point, you don't think he deserves your compassion, affection, or mercy. His letters are filled with almost an obsessive yearning for you. "Quan Chi...Do I mean as much to you as it says in the letters you wrote me over the years?" Your throat scratches, even speaking barely above a whisper.

His crimson eyes gaze directly into you as you await his answer. "I...Yes. After spending the time thinking on it, yes, my beloved," his gaze holds sincerity, and he lets out a dreamy sigh as he looks at you. "You are all I've ever known to exist in my mind. All that drives me is seeing your sweet smile and your acceptance and adoration," he shifts in the chair and tilts his head slightly, a hint of confusion filling his eyes and voice.

"So why did you invade Earthrealm's Jensei? That is something you know I'd disapprove of," your brows are drawn into a stern look of judgment at his actions, and Quan Chi's once confident demeanour drops, as does his gaze.

"A poor decision from a desperate attempt at wooing," your mouth hangs open, your eyes almost bulging from the surprise at the confession. The silence following it is deafening as you think of a counter.

"Why me, though? There are plenty of far better Kombatants to fawn over," you counter, feeling your gut twist.

"There was nothing any of them could do to gain my adoration," Quan Chi said gently, cautiously so as not to upset you. "But when we fought, I was captivated and had hoped we'd have met on friendlier terms...And now here you are, on a mission to slay me, no doubt," you nod at him. The acknowledgement that he's right stings your heart. He could do something horrible right now to punish you for coming to the Netherrealm to kill him. Your plan is fucked if he already knew what option A was.

"Of all my calculations and strategies for that outcome, this is the one I hadn't prepared for. Having you here is..." Quan Chi pauses as his mind tries formulating an exact sentence describing his feelings.

"Just tell me how you feel, Quan Chi," his face heats at your voice, calling his name in such a way. In a calm tone, he starts speaking.

"You are an impossibly gorgeous specimen. I can't begin to properly describe why you have seized my soul and captivated me with just a glance," Quan Chi pauses and sighs. "To have my beloved within the Netherrealm makes me wish I could have visited your realm to visit you myself." His smile is dopey and lopsided as his eyes gaze at you with a lovesick expression. It's the kind of look that if you attacked him, he'd thank you for it. He would thank you for hitting him, hurting him, or killing him. Just as you have come to this revelation, your heart drops. Here is this man who could make the darkness darker and the cold icer; all that stands between him and having control over the realms is you. Yet all it took was seeing the longing in his eyes and watching how his features relaxed. There, hidden deep in his eyes, was love. Pure, genuine love. It was the same way Liu Kang looked at Kitana or Sub-Zero looked at Sareena.

He, a powerful and dangerous man, sits before you, willing to lay his pride down if it meant even a look of pity from you. If it told you thought twice about attacking him, even for a moment, he would never show any hostility. Instead, he would lay his life down and relinquish his control, all because of an unrequited love. Never would he force you to reciprocate, not if you said no. Your plan was pointless as he offered it on a silver platter. "If you'll have me," his hands clasped each other, "My entire soul is yours," his right-hand rests over his chest, holding the heart that beats for only you.

As you listened to him, his eyes turned to a pained longing and even fear. If you attacked, he knew he'd lose the only thing he felt worth letting his walls down for. However, you felt like this man could easily capture your affections. He's known to be charming and manipulating. Now, watching him melt, it appears his charm may be real rather than fabricated. His charm, combined with the love-struck gaze of someone enamoured, has won over a fraction of your heart. Damn, you and your soft spot for men who look like kicked puppies when they gaze longingly. You suppose he fits that description. His eyes hold a gaze full of tenderness and adoration. He looks pathetic with how soft he looks at this moment. Damnit, why does he fit the type of man you like when he looks at you like this?

With his following sentence, the mask cracked utterly, and the walls fell. Only the man inside sat before you, praying to win his love over and prove he wasn't a danger anymore. He offers himself and his heart to you, without question, to show that his words are trustworthy and pure.

"Please, my beloved, even a single word of confirmation could lift me to the highest heavens above."

All the bad in him vanishes; you've seen it disappear right before your eyes. Your mouth opens to respond but hesitates. Quan Chi senses the unease that flickers in you. The sorcerer takes your silence in stride and gets closer. His warmth fills the space, and despite his reputation, the sorcerer does seem gentle. He is careful with you, a fact he had always been, not that you realized or would have paid attention. His crimson eyes examine every inch of your exposed skin. Quan Chi doesn't want to think of you getting harmed if anyone dared hurt you. They'd suffer unimaginable torments. The silence ends.

"All right..." you whisper; it's enough to break him from his reverie. He falls to his knees before you, holding your hands as he thanks you for everything and vows loyalty and anything you wish, promising his heart is solely yours and no other. Tears prick his eyes as he places your hand on his cheek. His skin is smooth under your hand, contrasting with his words, which are adoring, sincere, and flattering. The sheer amount of gratitude makes your face blush as the words settle in and the emotions threaten to spill over. You felt somewhat wrong for doubting him after all he's doing for you now. But why would someone so terrifying turn into such a lovesick puppy in front of you? It didn't add up until he leaned into your hand and kept his gaze on you. Oh, so that's what did it...

Quan Chi lays himself before you. His vulnerabilities are on display. In truth, he could slay you instantly and hide away in the darkest pits of the realm. Instead, he is unravelling his life and what could be a soul for you. Damnit, he's a sappy, pathetic man who'll probably put you on a pedestal and worship everything you say and do.

Quan Chi remains close to you, seemingly overwhelmed as if you'd been lovers for ages rather than him secretly admiring you for so long. And no matter what the logical part of your brain was saying, it still made the same warm and fuzzy feelings flutter inside your stomach. It has been years since you've allowed someone to be close and offer you affection; hell, it has been years since you even gave or accepted the same from another person. But this man is pledging the darkest realms, power, riches, whatever he could offer if you'd have him. It's cute, and his doe eyes and tender demeanour are undeniable. His warm hands on top of yours rest peacefully, enjoying the softness and contact with the person who has entranced him. While the logical part of your brain wants to throttle him and strangle the breath from his lungs, you know he'd still look at you with devotion, love, and compassion, and it makes that part cringe. The emotional side of you wins in this. You know that it would leave some trauma in your brain to hurt the man who had given you so much devotion, especially if the emotional part was attached, even if slightly.

The silence has stretched since his declaration, and his face gives a slightly panicked but still hopeless expression. The man looks ready to say goodbye but will follow the command until his dying breath. He is the epitome of an obsessive, smitten character out of a terrible romance movie. Yet as his warm palms gently graze and squeeze the tops of your hands, you can't bring yourself to not admit to finding the Sorcerer's gentleness, devotion, and protectiveness attractive. The feelings in your heart bubble over, and Quan Chi freezes, waiting. He swallows a lump of fear and anxiety. When your eyes meet him, he still maintains the soft look of a lost puppy.

Your heart overpowers your logical thinking, and you lean your forehead against him, making direct eye contact. "Do not make me regret giving you this one opportunity, Quan Chi," you say in a low voice, catching a hitch in his throat and how his pupils widen, showing more of his red irises. The breath of relief is heard and felt as the warmth from his breath hits your cheeks, turning them a delicate pink. The look he wears shows he is ecstatic to have this chance. His smile warms your heart, making it flutter even if you know you shouldn't let him make you feel so wanted. But then again, would it be so bad to allow the attention? Just this once? You've been starved of both physical and emotional affection for what 20 years now? Who would deny an offer to meet their emotional needs from a powerful yet loyal companion, especially when they appear as obsessed as this? The heat is intoxicating and enthralling as he is, making the inner struggle with your feelings more arduous than it was an hour ago. You are desperately clinging onto the part of you that argues not to show mercy or trust this man. However, his charm is overwhelming. His attention is making it difficult to resist and choose the former.

...

Oh no. You're in love. Head over heels in love with Quan Chi.

"This could work," you think aloud.

The smile remains, but now it stretches wider as Quan Chi chuckles warmly and nods at you. He removes a strand of hair and places a soft, adoring kiss on the crown of your head, holding your head delicately. His fingers hold onto your head as his thumbs rub circles. In the heat of it all, you subconsciously let his actions become instinct as you don't object to him resting his head in the crook of your neck. You're not sure how, in a few months, you could let your guard down around him. Yet here you are, basking in the affection and care from a man many wouldn't believe possible for his tenderness towards others.

You have travelled between Earthrealm and Netherrealm. Even when explaining what happened between you and Quan Chi, you recognize the looks of abject horror, realizing that you and Quan Chi are equally wrapped around each other's fingers. The explanation goes off without much conflict from others, aside from the initial surprise and unease that you have tied yourself to a being responsible for untold atrocities. Raiden and your other allies have somewhat adjusted. Kitana and the others were unable to wrap their heads around this fact. Yet when they see how Quan Chi worships the ground you walk on and how quickly he crumbles to your word or how when you enter a room he's about to start a fight in, the other Kombatants quickly learn he is like a loyal guard dog ready to heel when you speak, prepared to listen and obey even the most mundane and idiotic orders from its master.

Even those who don't see eye to eye with the dark Sorcerer are still horrified at how Quan Chi put all of himself aside to get approval. They were sure at one moment, the Sorcerer would snap and kill you. Yet, he openly let you throttle him when he tried to kill Cassie. How he allowed your hands to grip his throat as you yelled at him for trying that move. He relented, admitted you were correct, and apologised to Cassie begrudgingly. Even after you stopped shaking him by the throat, placing a chaste but loving kiss on his forehead and letting go of him, he still followed behind you like a lovesick dog. He would deny that the punishment, or so he'd call it, didn't turn him on, and he'd spend some personal time in the night thinking about it.

Back in the present time, sit in Johnny Cage's mansion with Kombatants and Quan Chi while they enjoy a party for some movie release Johnny made about the tournament. He hasn't appeared yet to make his speech and get everyone settled. So, for now, you enjoy the ambience and company. The warmth from having a cocktail helps your mood as well. You feel arms around your waist as Quan Chi nuzzles the back of your head, taking in your scent. You freeze for a split second, trying not to spill your drink, and breathe out as the cocktails flush your cheeks with a delicate pink shade. You hold onto his hand. You still don't know how you convinced him to ditch the leather-clad outfit when he came to gatherings like this for Earthrealm attire that was appropriate for the weather, depending on the season. In winter, he wore a plain black turtleneck sweater and black dress pants to the viewing party at Johnny's. To your surprise, Quan Chi has embraced the change, and the chilly winter weather in the United States suited the colour of his attire and his cold personality. You did learn he has a soft spot for fall and Halloween. He enjoys the decorations that people use. He wanted to use actual corpses on your Halloween display, which you said no to unless they were skeletons only.

"You should come back inside, or you'll catch a cold, my soul," he says between gentle kisses to your neck and behind your ears. The action causes you to giggle lightly as he squeezes you gently. Even his soft voice sends goosebumps across your skin and has butterflies in your stomach. He's aware his voice affects you, so the sorcerer tries to tease you while out in public. His nose nuzzles behind the earring you wear and gives soft nips on your neck.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming. Don't go getting frisky while we are here. I don't need to have that talk with Johnny," you smirked, pecking Quan Chi on his cheek, which was burning. His soft giggle fills your body with euphoria, and you feel proud you've melted this hardened man. You let him walk you back inside the mansion, seeing everyone talking and laughing or just catching up with one another. Quan Chi leaves you with Fujin as he wanders for a drink. The conversation you hold with Fujin is mostly about things regarding Shinnok, who, no matter how much he treats you like his own child, refuses to accompany you and Quan Chi to events, even the ones in Outworld. You also discuss how you can travel freely from Earthrealm to the Netherrealm. You also catch up in general with Fujin while others enjoy themselves around the home. You hadn't realized that for a while, Quan Chi hadn't come back quickly. It wasn't until a stressed Johnny interrupted your conversation with Fujin.

"Hey, so Quan Chi is about to start a fight in my-"

"Where," you cut him off, ready to keep things peaceful. He points towards his in-home bar. You groan as you see Quan Chi arguing with Bo' Rai Cho over something in a slurred voice. The two stand far too close with how aggressive they both sound. They are both sloshed. You can smell the alcohol coming off of them.

"What are you two doing?"

"(y/n)," Bo' Rai Cho's voice dripped with pity. "There's nothing between us. Tell Quan Chi I said that I have no romantic interest," the older Kombatant explained in his best attempt at clarity in an inebriated state.

Quan Chi growled in disgust and raised his voice as he swayed slightly and spoke in a slurred, unintelligible sentence with several hiccups and slight burps. You rubbed your temples. If Quan Chi is drunk, he is almost a guaranteed argumentative and childish asshole, and it means someone might end up dead because Quan Chi may take things too far. If Bo' Rai Cho had anything more to add, you were willing to stop that train of thought instantly as the man stared at you, shaking his head. Your attention focused back on the drunk sorcerer, who hadn't recognised you in his mind yet. He looked at you with a confused, scrunched-up face as he tried to pinpoint who you were.

"Hun, did you get into the strong stuff with Bo' Rai Cho? You know you have a low tolerance for high-proof," the fact he didn't recognise you spoke volumes and annoyed you more as the tone became clipped, which told him this wouldn't go well. The confusion remained, though Quan Chi's mouth gaped open when the name registered.

"My partner is better than you," he slurred as he pointed an accusing finger at you. Yep, he's shitfaced and doesn't realize it's you yet. His face scrunched up before the realization clicked. It's you! The change in his attitude did a complete one-eighty and backflip. His demeanour and his expression softened as his cheeks burned.

"And no one on Earth or in Netherrealm is good enough. Because none are you, and I'm an absolute lucky asshole to get to share a life with someone as wonderful and perfect as you (y/n)," the rambling was surprisingly smooth. Except when the words trailed off and got into a slurred mess, he hiccupped and leaned heavily against you for support and affection.

"You know better than to drink with Bo' Rai Cho. You can't handle things like moonshine. Please stop acting like a jealous, insecure teenager," you groaned loudly and grabbed Quan Chi's glass, sniffing and feeling nausea as the stench burned your nostrils, and the realization hit you hard. This wasn't even regular alcohol, and judging by Bo' Rai Cho, this was some more substantial proof than he usually drank.

Bo' Rai Cho winced, understanding the reaction. He hadn't expected anyone else to smell it, and if they did, they wouldn't inhale it as the scent alone burned their nostrils and brought tears to their eyes, much less consumed it. You pushed the glass towards the large man in a silent 'Don't give Quan Chi anymore of this" look. Quan Chi proceeded to curl his arms tighter around your middle and grumble against your skin as you went to soothe him, attempting to remove his hands, but he clamped down and kept holding onto you tightly. It would be an issue that the strength he used to squeeze was getting more prominent. "Ow. Okay, please don't crush me in a drunken, possessive mood. I love you," you reassured as he let up enough and lifted his head to make eye contact, pouting before he started crying. There it is, the drunken tears, thinking he somehow upset you or hurt you. You began rubbing his back, hoping to calm the Sorcerer, burying his face in your chest and muffling an apology for crying.

When Quan Chi relaxed, Bo' Rai Cho sat behind the bar and handed you a cup of water. "Hey, it's okay. I'm okay, look. I'm not mad or hurt. Here, drink some water," you coo softly, treating him like a child throwing a tantrum, which, in a way, wasn't too far off the mark. His moods, behaviour, and actions were similar to that, but the drunken shenanigans and meltdowns were entertaining. You coax the man into drinking his glass of water and are finally able to step away long enough to sit him on a bar stool and place yourself between his legs, hands around his waist to prevent him from going anywhere and to console him. At first, he was eager to hold you as you hugged and calmed him down. You wipe his tears away with your thumbs as Quan Chi buries his face into your hair and holds you tighter, like if he doesn't have a solid enough grip, he will lose you to Bo' Rai Cho.

"Bo' Rai Cho is more of an uncle to me than anything else, Quan Chi," the calm cooing and holding him tight to ground the dark sorcerer didn't fail as he let up and gave a happy, breathy chuckle. His eyes had dark, exhausted circles under them, and he kept rubbing them and whining that everything was a bit blurry.

"Well, you're very drunk," you chuckle as the sorcerer rests his forehead on the crown of your head again, nosing against you and grabbing the hem of your blouse, fingers splayed over the side of your stomach. Fujin joins you at the bar along with Johnny. Both are surprised to see how easily you calmed down the drunken sorcerer. This isn't the first time this has happened either; it's probably the second.

The first incident was at a gathering in a forest near the Sky temple. He and Bo' Rai Cho didn't listen when you warned him about overconsumption since he only drinks wine, not harder liquors or high-proof drinks like this. Within an hour, he was a crying, blubbering mess in your lap, apologising for something you weren't aware was his fault. Cassie and Johnny took advantage of the situation and got a few good pictures of the pair of you as a drunk, clingy and sad sorcerer curled in your lap. Of course, the comments about how he's an insecure child only aggravated him and made him pout further. Then came the full tantrum when Cassie joked the photos were cute and called the drunk sorcerer the equivalent of a petulant toddler. He ugly sobbed when you said 'I love you' after he sat down and didn't fight Cassie over the photos.

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It's a lot to handle a drunk, possessive and emotional Quan Chi, who looks at you like a treasure worth a billion souls, or maybe it's something worth even more than that, more than gold. And in his eyes, no one is worthy enough of such a prize and treasure to share your love. So, despite having his attention for only a few weeks and now a year, you had become comfortable with the attention. If this attention came at the price of a stubborn, possessive sorcerer, then you knew a way of subduing the man to more amicable, milder temperaments. If the one controlling his emotions is you, it is only a matter of what your whim will have Quan Chi.

"So, uh, are you two leaving soon or hanging around longer?" the question posed Johnny, but it had more questions hidden underneath as his fingers danced on the wood. He doesn't like Quan Chi in his home, let alone sloshed like this, but he's trying to involve him for your sake. You glance back and see a drunk, wobbly Quan Chi holding onto you for support. In the back of his mind, there was still a drunken drive to impress you. A little voice whispered in his head. It told him it wasn't enough to be the better choice of all people, in your eyes, and the better choice of all creatures, even gods.

"I think I should get him home to the Netherrealm, have him sleep off the moonshine. Sorry, we can't stay longer, Johnny," you smile apologetically. Despite his expression dropping and sighing in relief, the filmmaker was more grateful you'd have the dark sorcerer out of his mansion. And as his final words before the portal closed with you and Quan Chi disappearing within the swirl of purple magic, Johnny asked you to be careful and not let Quan Chi throw a hissy fit or another temper tantrum over your time and affection being stolen from him.

Quan Chi basically has you carry-half drag him back into the fortress and towards your shared bedroom. Quan Chi insisted that it was too quiet in there and kept whispering in your ear as you pulled his turtle neck's collar, telling him the quicker he walked, the sooner he would be in bed. However, in the back of your head was a deep need and desire to give in to the sorcerer's wishes when he pawed and grasped for your shirt hem. When you finally pushed Quan Chi on his bed, the Sorcerer laid back and smirked, sitting up and using his elbows and hands to hold his frame steady as the hem of his sweater rode up enough to tease a hint of muscle. His eyes watch you hungrily as he fights his shoes and pants.

"Quan Chi, you're to drink. I'm going to read. Stay in bed," you say with a shake of your head, and without missing a beat, Quan Chi responds, "Why?" His slurred speech made his attempt to keep eye contact with you fail since he kept losing it or not making it and giggled to himself as his eyes glazed over.

"Because you're going to feel sick in an hour, and I'm not looking to be vomited on. So, get some rest for me, yes?" He tries to argue with his intoxicated, addled brain that his tolerance isn't as low as others but admits defeat and scoffs.

"Very well, my beloved," his drunk, drawling voice has your body flushing with heat. It sends a shiver up your spine and a tingle in your abdomen. You grab a book off the nightstand and crack it open, keeping an eye on him. The sorcerer gives you a drunken grin, making your heart hammer. The loud groan he gives draws your attention. You blush, staring at the man you love. How he lays sprawled in bed, stares at you lazily, and admires you with an intense hunger.

You clear your throat and adjust your seat slightly, ignoring Quan Chi's look of annoyance and amused grin. His features turn sour as you ignore his wants and focus on the words in the book. Quan Chi grumbled to himself, rolling onto his stomach and giving a frustrated grunt, breathing heavily against his pillow before looking back at you with a hurt expression.

You slightly rolled your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek. He must still be insecure because you've denied him. No, Quan Chi won't take the attention as the hurt you're ignoring him. You continue to read and try to enjoy your reading, ignoring the noise of distress. Quan Chi releases the longest-exaggerated whine.

"Don't ignore me! It isn't fair," his drawl-stained voice is whiny, needy and thick. But you close your eyes and keep your gaze on the words away from him, knowing that once you see him and make eye contact, you will immediately fold and go to him. Quan Chi has worked up to the point that his groaning and whining are genuine concerns as he lets out a strained sound that causes you to snap and book slam closed, earning a light flinch from Quan Chi.

He expects to have earned your attention since you aren't reading and look upset by something. Instead, he can't hold back the light purring in his throat as you stare with an arched eyebrow and frown, mostly confused and annoyed, but something in those eyes spoke volumes that made his gut flip, and his lips curled in an appreciative yet excited manner. You know this look because he is going to beg.

"Why the noises? And I can't tell if it's because you're frustrated at being denied, in pain or some other manner, so why are you so whiny and making so much noise?" you can tell your annoyed tone puts the Sorcerer on edge for only a second. Still, that little moment has him suddenly turning his body to face you and drawing a deep breath.

"Come closer," he drawls lazily, flicking his fingers to emphasise his desire. His smirk and the darkened, predatory look had your body fluttering and growing warm as you sat in your armchair. You blink slowly as the Sorcerer has turned on his charm. But if that wasn't enough, he released another purring hum, the smirk disappearing to give you a slight, soft pout as he shuffled to sit up against the headboard.

"No," the way you shut him down and go back to your book sends an annoyed growl up Quan Chi's throat as the hurt feeling resurfaces. It was probably best the Sorcerer wasn't angry. Besides, as much as he has changed and tried to be different and learn about healthy relationships, it's also best not to stir the pot since the sorcerer still has to unlearn jealousy's influence and how it plays a part.

Your boyfriend slouches his back, pulls up his shirt, and lightly brushes his abdomen and hipbones as his bottom lip juts slightly. "Why?" You blink in response before looking back up from your book, opening your mouth but then closing it when no words leave you, and instead, a heavy sigh falls past your lips as he pouts with sad puppy dog eyes.

"Because I love you, and you won't enjoy drunk sex as much as you think. Also, I want to take my time loving you without the cloud of a hangover and needy pants making you aggressive." Quan Chi looked offended as you stared, face neutral. The silence lingered between you until a smug smile spread across his face. He had a way out and a way for him to have control without letting it slip through his fingers.

"Fine, I'll deal with my needs alone then," he whined as he caressed and scratched his hip and his happy trail, eyes challenging you to break and indulge his sexual desires, despite him not realising those needs were the exact opposite of what he wanted.

"You need to have control over everything, huh? Fine, have fun blue-balling yourself tonight and tomorrow," you say and adjust to lay back and pull a cushion to prop the book open, and you go back to reading and enjoying the quiet, soft silence in the air. Quan Chi looked stunned, bewildered, and at a loss, not expecting you to pass on the chance. A mischievous smirk made its way on his lips, though his head panged dully, and he paused to remove his gloves as his brain began fogging and making the room swim. Seeing your beautiful smile and hearing you say, 'I love you,' has the sorcerer pulling the blankets and quilt up to cover his legs. You know he is agitated because he hides behind the black sheets and sulks quietly.

As the minutes ticked by, you looked up and heard soft, tired grumbles and muffled whines as Quan Chi stayed hidden away, buried in the darkest shadow his blanket gave. There it is, the exhaustion from the alcohol hitting his system. When it had the man fighting to stay awake, he snored gently until your weight made the mattress dip, and a muffled sound escaped him. He never raised his face and looked at you. No, you carefully wrapped yourself around him, arms hooking through his own and around his stomach as your front was pressed to his back.

You moved the neckline of the Sorcerer's clothing and rubbed at his neck gently. The nape of his neck is sensitive, and the circles you rubbed helped relax him as the sounds returned but became a relaxed humming as he enjoyed your affections. "Goodnight, Quan Chi. Love you," his breathing grew slow and quiet, and your words were answered.

"Night. Love...you..." and it was there in the silence that made you chuckle and nuzzle his cheek that your beloved dark sorcerer passed out to dream away and rest his drunkenness and fatigue. There will be some hell to pay when he's more aware of what has been going on and is less drunk. But you don't care; you'll make up for everything by bringing him the comfort and love he deserves.

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Quan Chi awoke with a groan, his headache pounding and spinning his head. It was worse since he drank that liquid fire disguised as liquor. The man pressed a hand to the side of his temple as his body ached, and he couldn't remember the night. At least the last memory he can recall was you sitting down to read and the smell of liquor invading his sense of smell. "Hngh," Quan Chi moaned softly into his hand.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" You cooed, and the sorcerer looked over with a narrow, almost annoyed glare. Still, it quickly softened, and the apology went unsaid. He sighed gently and rolled towards you, shuffling back and rolling towards you, slipping back into his cuddle spot, pressing himself close and wrapping an arm around your torso. Your palm slides over the back of his skull, rubbing his crown and working lower.

"If you let me up, I'll go get you some water and something for that splitting migraine you've got," you whisper to him as his mouth presses to the crown of your head. His slow nod shows how the light makes his head swim, and your body shifts as Quan Chi rolls back and gives space to do just that. He moans again more disappointedly, making it known he regrets moving and prefers your body heat.

"I'll only be a minute," you say as you move out of bed and towards the door.

"Better," his throat is dry, his mouth dry and scratchy as he closes his eyes and lets his head swim a little, trying to recall last night. Still, he isn't too bothered, not enough to press any further and seek the memory. His focus is on how his mind can barely formulate sentences, and every thought worsens his head.

"How are you feeling otherwise, baby?" the question of concern is appreciated when you offer a cup of water to him, and he chugs the entire thing down, holding the glass out for a refill.

"Like hell. Tired and hurting all over," he gives a snarky response, which earns him a smile, a gentle rub against his cheek and a cheek pinch, which he groans at.

"Aren't you glad I kept turning you down last night?" you tease the groaning, barely thinking Sorcerer as he stares blearily at the glass with a frown, unable to pinpoint anything he may or may not have done. You place it beside the bottle on the nightstand before settling beside the Sorcerer, rubbing his neck before gliding your fingertips to the side of his temple and beginning gentle circular motions to help alleviate his aches.

"The hell do you mean?" is Quan Chi's groan of curiosity, blinking the bleariness out and opening and closing his mouth.

"Last night, after I got us home from the get-together at Johnny's, you kept trying to seduce me despite my rejections. Of course, a drunk version of yourself kept moaning and groaning, whining, pouting," Quan Chi opened his eyes and rolled them to meet your gaze. His head pangs, but he gives an acknowledging sound. "So, you turned me down and still took care of me after," Quan Chi gave an appreciative hum as the smile grew larger.

"Of course, love. No harm, no foul. You'll feel better later today after sleeping this off. Are you okay? Do you need another glass of water before going back to bed?" a smile and the gesture were appreciative as the man snuggled into you.

"Please," Quan Chi snuggled into your warmth, and you returned to the kitchen to grab a bottle, to his grateful moan. As he settled for some long and needed sleep, his appreciation was a tender kiss on your lips, a muttered "Love you", and a possessive arm and grip as the sleep claimed him. Quan Chi buried his face in the crook of your neck as you soothed the pain, stroked and stroked his head until your beloved Dark Sorcerer of Netherrealm could feel better later.

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You woke up before him, seeing him curled up beside you. He is sprawled on the sheets. His right hand holds onto yours in your grasp. Your palm had the back of his knuckles. You lean up, stretching. "Ah," Quan Chi turns and watches you through one open eye. He looks away, grunting a bit before speaking.

"How are you feeling?" You ask, giving him space to roll onto his back. Your fingers begin massaging him. Your fingers apply pressure against the base of his skull before sliding up to where they cradle and soothe the ache. You oversee him before touching his cheek again. His eyes closed once more when they looked back at you again. He's grateful to see you've forgiven him and his behaviour yesterday, the soft look of concern and how you caressed his forehead. His headache dulled now, thankfully, since he's been up long enough and suffered the lingering symptoms and effects, drinking lots of fluids as well, especially his bottle of water.

"Well, enough. Head is a little dizzy, but..." you kissed him profoundly and cupped both cheeks. "I should be fine." Quan Chi rasped a husky, raspy morning voice, still low with sleep, rumbled in his chest and neck as Quan Chi drew in his lover, who was chuckling and peppering his shoulder and neck with little kisses.

"Happy hangover recovery, my love," you chuckled and laughed harder when the Sorcerer lifted one hand off the ground to rub his temple.

"I'd hardly call this a recovery, but I will make it work if you are around, my Beloved," the man responded while leaning back to glance at your grinning, joyous face, chuckling as he felt relief.

"Do you want me to bring you breakfast? Keep the sunlight from obliterating you while you recover?" You joke softly and let the Sorcerer run his hand over your cheek. Your palms took either cheek in his hands as your gaze focused on him. Quan Chi gives a slight grin. "That might work," the man answers with a nod.

"Okay. Give me a few minutes and get cleaned up, and I'll be back." You release his chin and give him a chaste kiss as you puttered around your room, getting dressed before wandering towards the kitchen. As soon as your foot left the bedroom threshold and turned the corner, Quan Chi rolled out of bed and sluggishly went to take a shower. By the time his shower finished and you returned, his headache was more manageable, and the world a bit less blurry.

When you returned to the room, Quan Chi had also gotten himself changed, sitting at the edge of the bed waiting. He stands quickly and looks a bit dizzy momentarily, his face pale before returning its colour, and he huffs. You shake your head and let him come over, pinching and pulling his cheek.

"Here, I brought you something for that headache and something to eat. Eat first, take medicine later, got it?" you demand the Sorcerer with a huff and frown. You weren't truly mad; the act amused the Sorcerer's face.

"Alright," he agrees quietly while accepting the food tray, pausing and looking worried at the strange sensation of something stirring inside him. But he sits on the bed with you, resting his cheek on your shoulder blade and closing his eyes, listening to your pulse while munching on scrambled eggs.

He sets the tray on the table near your side. Quan Chi stays leaning on your back for a moment until he goes to retrieve the plate again but ends up hugging you again instead. His lips leave a trail along your bare neck and collar.

His breathing picks up again when you turn around, looking directly into your eyes and allowing Quan Chi's mouth to graze along the column of your neck, where it lingers on one spot.

"Can't seem to get enough of you," his low voice whispers with an unexpected smile. The expression itself draws a warm feeling through him. Something deep in him aches for affection, especially when they're rare, unique, and often fleeting. The last one occurred not even two minutes ago. "Never would," he mutters before leaving more trails up and down the sensitive skin and drawing breathy, husky laughs from your mouth.

Small update: I've been MIA due to medical issues with my mother and I have been really into DBZ and playing Borderlands and Paleopines lately. I'll definitely be righting for DBZ villains soon

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[behindthesoul]

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Summary - Quan Chi joins you in the bath

Word Count - 270

Warnings - Very short and not proofread

A/N - Something short and sweet I forced myself to write in order to combat (ha) writer’s block. There’s so much I want to make but my brain refuses to help me.

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The scent of comforting vanilla fills the air. Warm water soothes the ache deep down in your bones. You sigh, feeling content to finally have a moment of relaxation. Soon, you're wrapped in a tender darkness; eyes closing as they relax with the rest of your muscles.

Despite being warned many times not to fall asleep in the bath, you can't seem to control your body from dozing off. The sound of the door opening is what keeps you from falling into a deeper sleep. Footsteps enter the room, and you feel a pair of eyes peering down at you.

“I have not had the opportunity to visit you today.”

You hum in response and shuffle around to make room for your lover. He doesn’t move, and you don’t know if he doesn’t get the hint or if he’s waiting for you to verbalize your wishes. Your eyes finally open, and you meet the ones that have been on you for minutes.

“Join me…?”

Quan Chi is still for just a moment longer. You open your mouth to speak more, but you stay quiet when you see him removing his clothing. He gets into the bath, groaning as his body meets the water. It’s quiet, neither of you feeling the need to pollute the air with useless chatter.

You look at Quan Chi. He’s calm, peaceful; a complete 180 from the often troubled state he was always in back during his days in the mines. He’s beautiful, and you never want anything to happen to his serene face.

You drink his image in one last time before dozing off again.

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[moronkombat]

Havik, Shao, Rain, Raiko, and Quanshi love at first sight with an earthrealmer?

It's just an ordinary day for Rain. Nothing special about it, nothing horrible about it either. Simply another day to pass his long lifespan. He's very much so absorbed in his studies of the arcane, intolerant for other distractions. That is until he comes across you. There's a rather quick glance as you walk by, thinking you to be a mere distraction. That all changes when his second glance to you lingers. Rain would stare quietly with his mouth agape. He watches you strut by wordless and without even noticing him. Eyes watch you until you have gone out of sight and Rain can feel the thunderous pitter patter in his chest. Perhaps his studies can end early today

General Shao has never really preoccupied himself with thoughts of relationships and love. There are are more pressing matters to concern himself with. Then he sees someone new, someone small. Much smaller than he is and Shao finds himself pausing. There is something so tempting about them and he cannot help but keep his gaze trailed to you. You are feeble and fragile...It'd be so easy to break you but never would Shao dream of doing that. No, he feels this urge to cherish you, protect you. Yes, this what he wants and if to do so then he must know your name. He will make sure to seek you out later, away from other prying eyes

It is when Reiko is training troops that he notices you. He is a tough and strict commander but he needed to be if his underlings were to survive. His arms would cross and a smirk is written on him while he watches the ensuing training. It is by chance that he glances your way but when he sees you, pale eyes widen. There you are, strong yet regal, taking down your sparring opponent with exceeding grace and vigor. His smirk widens and he continues to watch you move like a banshee while you continue to strike down your opponents. You are magnificent as you cut them down, strike them and Reiko's heart is pounding like the drums of war. He will be sure to compliment on your abilities before immediately wanting to take you under his wing which is a shock to all the other trainees

Quan Chi's life is mundane and full of hardship. He slaves away in the mines, sweat drenching his brow. There must be more to life than this, surely? Thoughts of such things are cutoff when, during his break, he catches a glimpse of you. You are beautiful, stunning and someone who is so pure. You don't belong here, far too grand for it and yet here you are. Perhaps related to the owner? He isn't sure but he wants to know more about you but how can he? You are from a different life than he is and yet he simply cannot stop thinking about

When Havik's eyes find you for that dreadful first time, he is consumed by your very existence. He feels a rise in his chest, something tingling. Thoughts twist and turn together into a mess of obsessions. Something wicked comes over him as he watches you from a distance and it is unfortunate that his gaze has caught you because now they will never let go. Oh how he looks to you from afar, a place you cannot see him. Havik thinks all he wants from you, all that he can take. You are perfect, you are art and Havik will have you. First he must find out more and more about you, he needs everything, all of it. Then, when that sweet time arrives, he will come to you in the night and devour all that he is enthralled with

i cant help but make Havik's creepy, sorry yall

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[kusagrasskusa]

Quan Chi X Reader Imagine

I'm coming out with a way bigger version of this soon btw :)

Disturbing themes. Sorta... almost rapey, but there's no NSFW or rape lmao

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Whether Y/N was fully biologically human daughter to Shang Tsung, or a mix like Mileena, or half human half something else, or even adopted- it didn't matter. She was the daughter of Shang Tsung. And Quan Chi hated Shang Tsung.

Even the idea of some deadly alliance between them, their bloodlust against Raiden and other Earthrealmers, or whatever else was never enough to keep their fueds from raging. They hated each other's position under Shao Kahn. Shang Tsung always, despite being a mire human, bested Quan Chi in the Kahn's eyes.

And Quan Chi wanted to ensure he would become the new higher up. All it took was to break down his greatest foe.

And what else did his greatest foe love more than his own daughter? That girl- so lushful, gracious, and beautiful. No matter what she was- human or not- Shang Tsung would raise her to be the lovely hanfu of his time in China. Oh, how long ago it felt; and yet, he had perfectly replicated the gorgeous femininity of the women of his time.

He gave her free choice iver what she did. She learned magic, telekinesis and teleportation, however if she wanted to learn to fight or absorb souls was her own wish. She was only 20 at the time and she needed more time to discover what she really wanted. Live a life like her father (under constant threat of death under Shao Kahn and the Elder Gods) or a life of a delicate hanfu.

Let's just say, she couldn't hurt a fly. And as uncharacteristic as it was, Shang Tsung loved her purity.

And what more does a demon love than purity that slowly becomes...

corrupt.

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"Stop it, you demon fool, I am the daughter o-of Shang! My father w-will!-"

"Your father isn't here now, is he?"

"S-Stop it! Stop!"

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Tied up and bonded wasn't the worst of her fear. Why, her father kept her safe all these years that she didn't even know what she was encountering. Demons? What even were they outside of those books she read? How could she escape?

But the worst of her fear wasn't the unknown. It was him. That demon, looming iver her with a disgusting grin. She breathed out heavily, bare and shaking, as she looked up at him fear in her eyes.

"Your father can no longer aid you, Y/N. He is finished," he spoke in his clear, bold voice. He walked forward, resting his finger under her chin to stare at her deep into her eyes.

"What... what do you mean?" She whispered back, almost inaudibly.

"Shang Tsung, albeit powerful, was incapable of saving you. When you were unconscious, he had tried and failed. Your father, Shang Y/N, is dead."

Fear plunged into her heart. Her eyes widened.

Yet, somehow, a part of her naive heart refused to believe it. Perhaps that part was true. Perhaps it was just that Shao Kahn would forbid Shang Tsung from fighting Quan Chi. And Shao Kahn had no knowledge of his daughter, for Shang Tsung didn't want him to enslave her. How could he tell the Kahn now? What punishment would come from such?

And it broke the notorios sorcerer down. He knew the demon did it. He knew the demon was manipulating his poor daughter's mind and soul. He knew he should have taught her to fight- to use magic- to protect herself!

...

He at least got to see her again.

Tormented and... "trained"... by Quan Chi for years after disappearing. How cold the sorcerer became afterwards was evident. Quan Chi could see he broke down the sorcerer. And not only did he win the favor of Shao Kahn, but he won a wife. Quan Y/N.

And when the demon brought his wife to a party thrown by the Kahn, Shang Tsung could see what happened to his beloved daughter. Her eyes dark with misery, face dull without a single emotion behind it, lip busted from what would most likely be physical abuse.

... But, under Shao Kahn, what could he do? He couldn't save her. The Kahn would side with Quan Chi. The Kahn would kill Shang Tsung for not only hiding a daughter, lying about not having one, and causing problems regarding Quan Chi.

And likely, his daughter would die as a result.

Why couldn't the God's punishment him instead of his innocent daughter?

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[doki-doki-imagines]

Geras, Shinnok and Quan Chi w the mistletoe prompt? Plsplspls💕💕💕💕

author note: I prefer to write for mk1 so Geras and Quan Chi are from there. I still haven't finished mk11 and didn't play the ones before that so I did my best with Shinnok! Also, in the first and previous episodes...

Geras: -Does he fall for it? Yes. Did he know you put a mistletoe on the ceiling? Yes, absolutely. -Geras knows about all traditions, both Earthrealm and Outworld ones, so he knows what a mistletoe means. -Totally didn't avoid it because he would gladly kiss you. -"You knew about the misteltoe, right?" your arms on his shoulders, right hand scratching the back of his head exactly where you know he likes it. "I knew, but I didn't want to ruin your fun." -Your head drops on his shoulder, a smile grace your features; obviously, he knew about it. -"So-" You look back at him. "Yeah, it's time for me to pay up." "Oh, thank you-" -His soft lips touch yours, a delicate kiss soon turning into something else, your bodies moving closer to your shared bedroom. -Geras saw this, too.

Shinnok: -Doesn't know what a misteltoe is, so he totally falls for it. -He has been so much time in the Netherrealms that Shinnok almost forgot what a real plant looks like. -"Hey, stop right where you are!" He raises an eyebrow, not understanding why you are so serious all of sudden. You notice the worry on his face so you explain the situation immediately. -Shinnok has to admit he got a bit pissed, he really thought there was something wrong! -He'll kiss you, it's fast and just a butterfly touch of lips, but you don't dig for more knowing full well you won't get more. -Your day goes on normally. He calms down fairly quick so you won't have to deal with a pissed elder god for the entire day. -Maybe next year it will be just better to ask for a kiss…

Quan Chi: -Never cared about learning Earthrealm traditions, so he noticed something hanging from the ceiling but simply didn't care. -Imagine his surprise when he feels your hand on his chest, stopping him from taking another step. -You explain what is going on, and you can see him rolling his eyes. -Quan Chi accepts, but at one condition… keeps your hands in place. -He has places to be, and he can't redo his makeup all over again! -At the end, it is Quan Chi that loses his composure kiss, getting more and more intense every time your lips press. -He'll say it is all your fault, all a plan to get him all for yourself. You laugh, willing to take the blame.

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[suvidrache]

Out Of The Netherrealm

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 507 | Read it on AO3 | Masterlist

Author's Note: I do not write for mk1. writing is from mk11 and past.

Quan Chi had never thought of marriage. It was something that just slipped his mind. He had you. It was all that he wanted. He wasn't going to leave you. Also, he wasn't exactly sure how to get married. There wasn't any place that you could go to in the Netherrealm. There wasn't any religious place or any person in the Netherrealm you could go to. Most called it the Netherrealm; others called it Hell. Sure, he could propose, but marriage probably wouldn't be a thing. He wasn't going to propose until you expressed an interest in marriage.

“Hey, Quan Chi.” You said with a smile as you walked towards him.

He turned in his chair to face you. A small smile spread across his face. He was always happy to see you.

“Hello, my love.” He said as he grabbed you and sat you on his lap. “Do you need something?”

“I was just wondering... Have you ever been married before?”

You knew that he had once been alive. He died and was cast into the Netherrealm. There was never a time that he left your questions unanswered. He was never bothered by anything that you said. He wouldn't hesitate to hurt someone who made you feel as if your statements and questions were bad.

“No, I haven't.” He said simply. It was the truth. He was never interested in anyone, and if he did have previous partners, he never loved them enough to want to spend the rest of his life with them. You were different, however.

You laid your head on his shoulder as he kept his arm wrapped around you and his other hand on your leg. He wouldn't be the first to speak. He didn't want to know why you wanted to know. It didn't matter to him. He would keep it in the back of his mind, though. You spoke of marriage. Surely, that meant that you wanted to be married. If not, it didn't matter. He would wait until you asked him.

It would only be a few days or weeks, depending on how easily you forget things. He would find a beautiful place. A place that you had wanted to go to.

“Y/N, love, I want to show you something.” He said when he found you alone. It wasn't hard. He knew all that went on in the Netherrealm. There was nothing that he didn't know about.

“Alright.” You said as you stood up and followed him.

He took your hand as he led you through a portal. You looked around as the scenery changed.

“Where are we?”

“The place that you had once mentioned you wanted to go to.” He said as he turned and looked at you.

You smiled as you walked around the place. He stayed behind and dropped to one knee. He pulled out the ring box and waited for you to look at him.

“Will you marry me?”

It was simple and short. He wasn't very good at being romantic, but he tried.

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[wind-goddess-eri]

Love your writing and your blog 🥀❤️

Could you be so kind to ever write something for Quan Chi? I am desperate, bruh 😭

Hi, I shall try my best.

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You manage to fall asleep on the couch. Quan Chi watching you at the edge of the couch. You couldn't help but feel a presents, you open your eyes to see if anyone was there. Your eyes met with his and you jumped at first. He startled you.

"Quan Chi!" You you spoke shocked.

"I am here to make sure you are doing alright. " He said.

You couldn't help but smile. His demeanor serious and you couldn't help but look at him with loving eyes. You get up and walk over to the demon and you took his hand. You took him into your bedroom and both of you got on the bed. Quan Chi was slightly confused as in what you were planing.

He laid next to you and you turned to your side to look at him, you laid your head on his chest, wrapped your arm around him and got comfortable. It took a minute but he wrapped his arms around you as well. You both laid there and fell asleep cuddling.

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I hope this is good. ^_^

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