So You’re Telling Me A Ginger Bred This Man?????

titan havik…titan havik and his silly stupid ridiculous arrogant attitude being a TEASE !!!

Chat, lemme cook for a second-- (this idea is great and so are you!)

Magnificent Maelstrom

Titan Havik x fem! reader

WC: 2,645

CW: SMUT! Mentions of violence, blood, bodily harm. Oral (M & F receiving), bitingg, scratching, creampie :3, uhhhh Havik is the warning tbh.

AN: Thank you Tan for the request,, I had fun writing this. <3

“VICTORY IS MINE!” You hear crowds cheering out as you roar your triumph in the pit. You throw your arms up as you circle around your dead opponent. Many of the Havik clones are throwing their arms at you in applause. Only one Havik catches your eye in particular though.

Lord Havik, the man he is. You hold his gaze on you. That crazed look he has on his face just looking at you covered in your foes blood is wild. It’s like lightning shooting through your veins. He knows exactly what drives you crazy for him. 

With a final show of glory, you turn to your deceased enemy and plant your foot firmly on his back, yanking your greatsword out from his side. You throw your sword into the air and watch as it lands mere inches away from your Lord. He doesn’t flinch. You know whether you strike him or not, he is never afraid. 

Climbing the wall of the arena, you take your spot next to Lord Havik. Takeda comes up to slap you on the back. “Nice job in the ring! I knew you’d win.” He laughs to himself as Kenshi comes up. “He bet on the other guy.” Takeda looks offended that his father would rat him out so easily. You elbow him in the side. Maybe a little harsher than expected, but he deserved it. 

“Oh please, as if I’d lose to the nobodies they give us in the ring.” This might have turned into petty squabbles had Havik not interrupted. He lightly traced his hand around your neck making you shiver. “You did well, my little hurricane.” 

He growled that last part in your ear, making your knees grow weak. Totally not the fact you just kicked ass in the ring. “Perhaps I should reward you.” The rasp in his voice never ceases to send heat straight to your core. Your mind couldn’t wander very far before you heard your telepathic friends stifle a cough. You glare at him, “How many times have I told you not to read my mind Takahashi.” 

You could punish him, but he’s already being punished enough by Takeda’s insistent pestering about what he heard in your mind.

You roll your eyes and turn your attention back to the ring where a significant increase in severed limbs has occurred. Everyone’s focus was on the ring as the next fight was to begin. You’d like to think Lord Havik knew that you want to keep your relationship on the down low. So why did you feel his fingernails creep up your back? Trying to keep your composure while he massages your neck slowly is more difficult than it sounds. 

You swiftly move to catch his wrist, in doing so he lets out a low huff of amusement. You lean over toward him so you can keep your voice quiet. “I’m starting to think you do this on purpose to test me.” Your mind clouds once more as you feel his breath creep down your face. 

“Your reactions fuel me, my dear.” You don’t even have to look to know he has that arrogant smile on his face. Not that he can make any other face. It’s the intention that counts you suppose. 

“The chaos in the ring should intrigue you more, shouldn’t it, My Lord?” “Oh yes, but the madness you yield has far more interest to me.” You feel him gently squeeze your ass from behind. You can only stifle your groan and hope neither of the other two heard you. 

You feel a presence prod at your mind. Since you can feel that it’s there, it must be Takeda. “That’s it.” You break free from Havik’s grasp and yank your greatsword from the stone ground. “Takeda, you’re a deadman!” 

You hear him laughing hysterically as he runs, and you chase after him. 

Kenshi and Lord Havik can only watch in amusement as Takeda uses his ropes to swing away from you. You tried throwing your sword at him only to narrowly miss. 

. . . . . 

Later, you enter the Citadel. The room with seemingly no beginning or end. There were fragments of cobblestone pathways everywhere. In the sky, or down below, there were walkways and obstacles in every part of the room. Is it even a room? A dimension? That doesn’t matter as you approach the man you’ve been looking for.

Titan Havik is observing a reverse waterfall with great interest. He always does, it seems to calm him, even if ‘calm’ is the opposite of his whole being. He held his mace on his shoulder. He was rarely seen without the sharp object in hand, you thought. His attention diverted as he heard your approach. He gazed upon you with pure arrogance, like he knew you would come crawling to him eventually. 

His bludgeon dissipated into the air as he made his way toward you. He reached out an arm to touch your face, but you swerved under his hand going behind him. His expression dropped slightly. “My Lord, you have been such a tease today,” you keep walking backward. “Do you really think I’d give you what you want after that performance?” Your smirk rivals that of which he wore earlier.

“Would you really deny me? Your ruler?” His voice is almost husky enough to make you give up then and there. You remained strong. His words, however, did bring a smile to your lips. “If you want me, come and get me.” At that, you took your last step off the edge of the walkway. 

Falling, you can’t see the nigh primal look in his eyes as he licks his teeth in anticipation for the chase. You quickly grab a floating stone to break your fall. You land on the path underneath just in time to see Havik break through the path above to get to you. 

“My hurricane, you can’t run from me in here.” You feign a pout, “Oh? But it makes my day that much more fun.” Expecting you to run away from him, you surprise him by heading straight for him. You slide between the gap in his legs and spring off the edge of the platform and leap on the larger floating rocks to move upward. 

Due to your many games of cat and mouse, you knew it was only a matter of time before he played dirty. As you jumped to the next stone, you didn’t see that he threw his arm at your leg until you tripped. Now in free fall, you see Havik follow you stone path to catch you in the air. He firmly lands on the next platform, but not without a sickening crunch indicating he broke his leg. 

You hear the limb snap back into place and his skin sealing itself together. As you're in his broad arms, you start nibbling on his exposed neck. He openly groans into your touch. “Now who’s being a tease?” He tilts his head toward you and leans to start licking your face. 

His unusually long tongue makes its way to your lips and parts them with ease. As your tongues dance around each other, he sets you back on your feet, roughly grabbing onto your chest. You moan into the sloppy makeout session. As he exits your mouth to give you air, saliva covers your lower face. 

You smirk and wipe your face on your unsleeved arm. You let your hands roam across his broad chest as you kiss your way down his torso. He looks down on you as you get on your knees before him. His hand makes its way to your hair to caress the soft strands as you start undoing the cloth surrounding his pants. His hand balls up into a fist, pulling deliciously on your hair. 

“Now will you serve me?” He asks, already knowing the answer. “Yes, My Lord.” You purr as you pull down his pants. You’ve seen him before, but his size still marvels you everytime. 

You grab the base with one hand and slowly lick a stripe up his shaft. The fist in your hair tightens as he groans. Wanting to tease him one last time, you swirl your tongue around his tip, occasionally dipping into the slit. “Your cruelty knows no limits, you maelstrom.” He grits his teeth as you lower your mouth on him.

You suction your mouth on him as you bob your head up and down. Just for added measure, you cup his balls and gently squeeze. You look up to see his dazed expression as his tongue lolls out from his mouth. 

You know you’re doing good when he plants his feet and thrusts all the way down your throat. You gag around him which makes him want to thrust harder. He grabs the back of your head with both hands and sets his own pace, using your face as his fucktoy. He knows you love it though. 

As much as you can’t breathe, you want to pleasure him. You hollow out your throat to allow for more room to take in air between the onslaught. You roughly grab onto his thighs and drag your nails down his leg in desperation. Clawing at anything to keep you grounded. 

You can feel his pace grow erratic as his hips stutter. He roughly pulls out and you heave in a large breath. As you regain your focus, you see blood creeping down his chiseled thigh from where you grabbed onto him.

You could feel yourself soaking through your pants from how wet you were. He pushed you to your back on the ground, laughing lightly as he could see your arousal. He knelt down over you, rubbing the spot between your legs that felt oh so good. But the little friction you got from that is nowhere near enough. 

You squirm as you undo the top of your pants, allowing him to pull them off of you with a harsh tug. You kept wiggling as you saw him stroking himself. You only wanted him inside you at that moment, but he had other plans. It seems like being a tease would bite you in the ass. Literally.

He dips his lead lower and puts a bite mark right on the inside of your thigh. You yelp in surprise. He has to pin your hips down, but not before ripping your panties off you. You shiver as the oddly cold air of the Citadel hits your lips. 

“Look at me, my dear,” He glares into your eyes as he says one more word. “Payback.” His tongue dives straight to like a thick line up your slit. Being the worst tease he is, he harshly sucks on your clit.

You can’t help but moan out as his teeth hit your sensitive bundle of nerves too. “Ahh, Havik!” You barely whimper his name, but to your surprise he stops. His gaze soured into a stern expression as he brought two fingers to gather your slick. “That is not my title.” You realize your mistake and quickly correct yourself. 

“I’m sorry My Lord! Please, don’t stop.” You have a pleading tone in your voice. He seems to like your answer as he pries you open with his two digits. Moving them in and out, scissoring them open to loosen you up. 

Your breathing increases in intensity. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten as he continues to suck your clit and finger you. You tangle your fingers in his hair, surprisingly soft, and tug on it. He growls out into your pussy as he keeps up the pace. 

“Lord Havik, I’m. . . I’m gonna–” “Let it out.” He commands, and you do as you're told. You yank his hair tighter as you shove your pussy into his face. Feeling your slick and release mix with his saliva as he continues to lick every last inch of you. You let go of his hair, but he doesn’t stop licking you, helping you ride out your orgasm. 

After he is done, he leans up to give you a sloppy kiss. You can taste yourself on his mouth as you bring your hands to wrap around his neck. You feel his still hard cock bumping your leg. Even after that strong orgasm, you still can’t help but want more. Want him. Need him.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks down on your disheveled form as he positions himself at your entrance. He pushes into you only to miss and slide up your soaked cunt. The tip nudged your clit sending a bolt of pleasure up your spine. 

Growing frustrated, he repositions himself and pushes all the way into you in one thrust. You can feel the breath being knocked out of you. You moan out at the intrusion, never being fully ready to take him. The stretch was a little painful, but the pleasure overtook that feeling as he pulled out and pushed back in with force. 

He started with a harsh pace, not giving you any time to adjust to his large size. You can feel yourself squeezing his shaft and you get impossibly wetter as he abuses your sopping cunt. He takes one of your nipples in his calloused fingers and pinches it while teething on the other. 

The thought that someone can find you splayed open underneath your Lord never crossed your mind as you moan every time he thrusts into you. He brings his unoccupied hand down to rub circles into your clit. His thrusts falter for a moment as you rake your sharp nails down his muscular back. Leaving bloody trails in its wake.

He loved the scars you left on his body. He wore them just as proudly as his battle scars. Letting people see the things you do to him, whether they knew it was from you or not. His thrusts lost their pattern and became erratic. He was close, and you were too. However, he was dead set on making you go first. 

He bit into the sweet spot on your neck. That coupled with his endless thrusts and toying with your clit cause you to let go for a second time. Your juices came gushing out all over his lower abdomen. He stopped playing with your clit, but his thrusts picked up till he finally threw himself over the edge. 

You locked your legs around his back to make sure he couldn’t leave. Your body heat rose three times as his hot cum was shot into your womb. He lost control of his groans as the bite on your neck drew blood. He had his hands holding your hips in such a grip you thought it might bruise as he finished spilling into you. 

You almost blanked as the please was too much. Were it not for the fact he’s holding you up, you would have slumped over already. He stayed inside you for a little longer. Growling out into your ear, “You drive me mad. You are the anarchy I crave.” You feel warm tears well up in your eyes. You can’t tell if it’s because you’re overstimulated or his words meant more than he realized. 

You breathlessly confess, “You are the disorder to my disarray. Nothing is better than the great turmoil you bring to my life.” You plant one more kiss on his exposed teeth before you groan as he pulls out of you. You shudder as you feel his cum drip out of your spent cunt. An idea, good or bad, sparks your hand into motion. You make a show of scooping his cum from between your legs and bringing your fingers to your mouth. 

You made sure we watched every second of your display. His voice drops to a growl as he speaks, “We have time before the next battle in the arena.”

Missing You ;)

Kiryu Kazuma x reader

WC: 2K

CW: Smut, masturbation, slight femdom IG.

AN: Hope you enjoy cus writing it was fun.

If Kiryu ever thought Majima was downright crazy before, he certainly thought so now. For in his hands he held a sparkly, semi-clear, very sexual object. He held back his disgust behind his usual poker face. What on earth could that ridiculous man have been thinking when getting this device for him? 

Sitting on his bed in his small apartment, he was stone faced. He simply didn’t know what to do with the object. He knew Majima loved to play his pranks, but maybe he would need to tell him not to get him stuff like this again. He swiftly rose from his mattress to hide the object in his closet. Out of sight, out of mind. Besides, it would be rude to throw away a gift, no matter how crazy it was.

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You open the door to your shared living quarters, shopping bag in hand. You set your belongings on the kitchen table. 

“Hey, Kazzy, I’m home!” You announce. He peers his head around the corner. His expression softens when he sees you. “Ah, you’re home,” he walks towards you to wrap you in a small embrace. “Let me help you put your things away.”

A short while later after you finished unpacking, you get started making dinner. You focused on cutting up veggies while Kiryu stirred the broth while adding in spices. While delighted by the calm atmosphere, you start humming a tune. His ears perk slightly as he recognizes the song. While he doesn’t look at you, you know the smile on his face is meant for you. 

When you finish, you start plating up the food; Kiryu does the dishes. Setting the dishes down, you both sit and say your thanks. 

He was aware that you had a business trip coming up. He helped you pack your bags after dinner. Tomorrow arrived and you gave him a kiss before catching your taxi. He stayed by the door till your cab drove around the corner. He then headed inside to go on with his day. . . 

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It was three days after you left. Kiryu was off from work today. Although he usually has something to entertain him, today he couldn’t think of anything but you. 

He was thinking about going for a walk, but it was too cold outside to go very far. He thought he might try reading a book, but he only had access to the books you read. Lord knows what he would find in those forsaken texts. 

After thinking about what he could do for so long, he hadn’t realized it was so far in the afternoon. You would return in a few hours and he could see you again. While he was content with that knowledge, his mind was not.

He couldn’t stop his mind from thinking about you. At first his thoughts were pure. Thinking about holding you while you talked about your trip. How you would cuddle with him after being apart for so long. How you would touch each other after being apart. 

His mind devolved into all the things he would do to you when you got home. How he could pin you down and see you squirm for hours. Seeing your body beneath him as he gives his love wholly to you. The thought of you alone made the tent in his pants unbearable. It had been forever since he touched himself as he always had you. 

He laid back on his bed, firmly grasping the bulge in his sweatpants. A huff left his nose as he dragged his hand up and down. Easing and increasing the pressure he uses. He palms himself through his pants for a while before allowing himself to escape the confines of his boxers. Pulling both articles of clothing down his long, strong legs, his aching cock springs free. 

His eyes flutter shut as he begins languidly stroking his cock with his large hand. He pumps his hand up and down. He lets out a breath of pleasure as he imagines it was your hand pumping him like this. He rotates his wrist and squeezes the base of his length for his added pleasure. After a few slow strokes, he huffed in frustration. It’s not enough.

What else could he do to satiate his burning desire? His hazy mind raced with what else to do. It was then he stopped. He could use the gift that Majima gave him. He had forgotten completely he even had the thing. Standing up from his bed, he walked over to the closet where he hid the item. Squatting down, he rummaged through boxes toward the back to pull out the gift: A fleshlight. 

He had never used one before so he was curious how it would feel. He swiftly walked back over to his bed, erection bouncing as he walked. He laid back and unboxed the toy. It was bigger than he expected, and the silicone part was very pliable. He didn’t stop to question the object any further as he pressed the entrance to his head. 

His cock jumped in excitement at the foreign touch. He gently but quickly guided the rest of the object onto his dick. When he reached the hilt of himself, he couldn’t help but let out a wavering sigh of pleasure. He was struck still for only a moment before he started moving the toy up and down on himself. 

His face flushed red as the feeling was better than he expected. It was so different from anything he had experienced before. He only wanted to keep moving it on his length. He began to huff as the tension was rising slowly within him. He threw his head back once more as he could only focus on using this new object. So focused, he didn’t hear you open the front door. . . 

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You were excited to finally be back home. These business trips for your job exhaust you to no end. You entered quietly as it was getting late and you didn’t know if Kiryu was already asleep. You set your bag and keys by the door, listening for any signs of life in your quiet apartment. 

There’s only one light on, it’s from your shared room. As you approach the door, you hear faint heavy breathing noises. That’s strange. Is he working out this late? You quietly move to the door, it’s slightly ajar so you can peer in. What you saw stole the breath from you: Kiryu jerking off. 

You had never known him to touch himself very often, if ever, let alone use a toy. It seems he missed you a little too much. As the scene continued, you felt bad being a voyeur to your husband, but the sight was mesmerizing. 

You didn’t realize you were so close to the door until you almost fell through, knocking it wide open. You froze, but Kiryu looked petrified. He was embarrassed to be caught using this sex toy thinking of you. But you have never found him to be hotter than at this moment. 

“Aww.. Kazzy, did you miss me that much?” You purr as you walk over to his spot of shame. He tried to unsheathe himself and hide the toy from sight, but you firmly grasped his wrist and held it down. “Don’t be shy, baby, show me how much you were enjoying yourself.” His eyes shot wide at your words, but the devilish look in your eyes gave Kiryu no room to disobey. 

You sat on the edge of the bed as he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and did as you told him. He slowly moved his hand up and down on his aching cock. His shame coupled with the pleasure made him desperately want to moan out to you. His embarrassment made him choke back his groan of bliss. 

You gripped his wrist harder to start jacking him off with the toy. It was too much for him, he had to tilt his head away from you. However, you gripped his chin with your other hand to turn him back to you. “Look at me when I pleasure you so well. You’re doing so good for me Kazzy.” 

The look of pure ecstasy on his face at your words made him impossibly harder. Beads of sweat were beginning to form on his brow. His breath picked up pace and pitch. He was getting close to the pinnacle of pleasure. It was then you ceased your motions. The vile moan that left his mouth was loud enough you heard, and he couldn’t take it back.

He was about to complain when you silenced him with a ravenous kiss. Consuming his mouth and tongue within yours. While swirling your wet muscles together, you unbutton your blouse and make quick work of your bra. With a wet pop, you break from the heated kiss. You prop yourself to sit on your knees and push Kiryu’s head to lay on your lap. 

You resume your prior actions on him while petting his hair. Gently cooing him to relax and to let you take care of him. You resume your steady pace, moving your hand up and down. Using force when twisting your hand to send him reeling. 

With your exposed tits in his face, he leans up to latch his mouth on a supple bud. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of his mouth on you. Every so often, he would release your breast and gently flick the bud with his tongue. The noises you made were like sweet honey to his ears. You were the only person he would submit to, and you knew he was putty in your hands. 

You could feel your panties growing more slick with each passing caress of his mouth. You would have your moment, but right now it’s about him. You speed up your pace, being so cruel to his poor cock, just aching for release. “Ahh, it seems you missed me more than I thought,” he could only hum in agreement on your chest as his mouth was occupied. The vibrations felt like a slice of heaven to you. “Do you want to cum? Wanna cum for me?” 

Your words alone could send him over the edge, but he had to wait just a little longer. He pulled off your chest and nodded in agreement. All his focus was on not coming until you say so. You leaned in and pulled him close. Not once slowing your pace, you whisper gently into his ear. “Then cum for me, be a good boy.” 

Oh god. He couldn’t stop the orgasm flowing over his whole body like a tidal wave. His body stiffened and relaxed in flashes as he shot his load into the toy. The moan he so desperately was trying to contain escaped his lips. His noises were like a symphony to your ears. You most certainly would get him to make these sounds again even if it killed you. 

Once he finally relaxed, you pulled the toy off his softened length. Even that small action made him let out another small cry of overstimulation. He looked absolutely dazed as he looked into your eyes with sheer adoration. You put the toy on the nightstand and left only for a moment to retrieve Kiryu a glass of water. 

You would have plenty of time to talk about your trip later, for now, you both needed much deserved rest.

Art post. . .

"Fluids" - Michael Medrano

Reader x Nishitani x Majima

WC: 3.8 K

CW: HELLA SMUT, dub con but he's into it, Bisexual threesome (yes gay shit ensues), Nishitani is a warning in itself, biting, face riding, creampie, handcuffs.

AN: Hope you like it cus there's like no Nishitani content (I read it all)

Also this song fic turned out just to be by word association alone and not similar in vibes but its a banger song so yeah.

You desperately needed to get out of the house. All week long, your boyfriend has been stressing over his job managing the Cabaret Grand. He takes pride in his job, and it shows with how smoothly his place runs. However, even the Mad Dog of Shimano needs a break every once in a while.

You convinced him to take you to a club that wasn’t his for once. He figured he could do some management stalking while he was there, but you would try your best to get him to relax. You knew him, his past, what he deals with now. He needs one night to forget about his stressors for a bit. 

You lived close by to his run down place, so he frequented yours more often than not. He finished adjusting the cuffs on his shirt, a quarter of the buttons down showing the slightest hint of his tattoo that you adored. “You ready, Y/N?” You make your way into the main living space, putting on your earrings, humming a yes in response. 

His face may not change much, but you notice the way his eyes soften as they look at you. This can’t help but make you smile, lips catching the eye of your lover. Unbeknownst to you, they would catch the eye of someone else too. 

— — — — — — 

 You arrive at the club shortly, breathing in the scent of sweat and alcohol as the bouncer lets you pass. You and Majima take your seats at the bar and chat for a bit. It seems you two hardly have time to just bask in each others’ presence and exchange idle conversation. You sipping on your Piña Colada while he gingerly drinks a Tequila Old Fashioned. 

After finishing your first drink, you turn to your lover. “Maji, let’s go dance, we’ve been sitting for so long.” You give him a large smile as you pull his hands to lead him away from his stool at the bar. Shaking his shock at your boldness, he quickly recovers to grab you around the waist and lead you the rest of the way. 

You sway your hips in time with the rhythm of the song. You can’t help but laugh a little and Majima’s side stepping dance, waving his arms as he moves side to side. The next few songs went by in a blur as you kept dancing the night away. But you had this inkling that someone was watching you and your lover dance. You shook it off, thinking it must have just been your imagination or the drinks. 

Those drinks must have hit you like a train so you excused yourself to the bathroom. Majima kisses your cheek and states that he’ll be at the bar again waiting for you. You both go your separate ways. You almost reach the restroom, but not before a man in a fuchsia suit grabs you and spins you his way. 

I took this pretty girl to the dance floor, 

I took her boyfriend to the bar, kissed him a little more.

“Hey, pretty baby,” He seems oddly sober for how much he smells of champagne. “I seen ya with yer man over there. Do ya think he’d mind to share?” He grinned wider than you’ve seen before. He held your wrist which you firmly yanked out of his grasp. “Excuse me? Who the hell are you supposed to be?” Before you could step back, he grasped your chin and pulled you in for a wet kiss. Your eyes stay open in shock as you push him away. All he says is “You’ll know me soon enough Sweetheart,” as he walks off into the crowd. 

You bolt for the bathroom, locking the door behind you. “What the hell just happened?” Oh my god. Some prick just near made out with you in public. You turn on the sink so that you can get some cold water on your face. Maybe snap into reality and realize, no, that was not a joke of the mind, that just happened. 

You have to tell Majima, he’ll understand. Hopefully. You actually have no clue how he’ll react but you can explain yourself. Right?

As you walk back out toward the bar, you find a sight you never expected: Majima pinned to the bar top by the same man who just kissed you, making out with him as well. If you didn’t have hinges your jaw would be on the floor. What the actual fuck was going on?

Angry that this dude pulled the same stunt knowing he was your man had you pissed. You storm over to the two and rip the man off your lover.

“Ok prick, first you pull me off and kiss me knowing he’s my boyfriend, then you go and kiss him too?” You jab a finger into his chest, “Get lost!” The man you’ve yet to know the name of simply backs away with his hands up like he did nothing wrong. Yet he still had that devilish smirk on his face like this was expected, which confused you. You didn’t have time to contemplate his look as you took your stunned boyfriend’s hand. 

“We’re leaving Majima.” You march toward the exit of the club, mad that this random guy had put such a damper on your night. Majima had his hand on your back, keeping you grounded. You still felt those god awful eyes on you, and it seems Majima felt them too as you both turned around one last time. You see this mystery man grab another lover as he winks in your direction. You turn to make eye contact with the man next to you as you turn to leave for the night. 

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Nishitani POV

After you two left, Nishitani took his usual seat at the bar and asked for his 3rd? No, 5th drink for the night. The bartender gave him his drink quickly. “Damn,” he shakes his head to himself. “Those two got me wavy like a Malibu Sunset.” He could still taste that coconut everytime he thinks of them. 

He swiftly finishes the glass, but before he could ask for another drink the bartender stops him. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” He glared up like the question offended him personally. “No I don’t need no water, I’m not the fuckin driver.” But god did this Tequila get him faded. He’s got a blood chub coming on just thinking of the events from tonight. He wished those two were back in his sights so he could get with them more. But alas, he just might grab another lover. 

I don’t know what your name is,

or who you fucking came with,

Just want to get you naked.

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Your POV

You and Majima were both pissed that you got felt up while trying to have a good time. Like who does this creep think he is? A few days went by and you developed complex feelings at the thought of this random stranger kissing you at random. Did you… like it? No that can be, you have Majima who shows you plenty of love when you want it. So why did this feel different? It makes your skin buzz thinking about it. 

You hated the mere possibility of enjoying that kiss, you felt like you’re betraying Majima. You couldn’t stand this, you had to tell him how you felt, if not just to be honest with him, but to be honest with yourself. 

Majima was sitting on the couch drinking a beer when you got home. These thoughts were eating you all day and the guilt must have been evident on your face as he called you over to sit with him. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks, leaving you to drop the mental bomb. You look down, not being able to face him. You have to say it, so you take a sip of his drink for confidence and go out with it. 

“Majima, you know I love you with every fiber of my being, yes?” He looks worried at what you’re going to say next. “But, that guy from the club the other night. When he kissed me, I hated him for that, but. . .” You trail off as tears start to well up in your eyes. “I. . . liked it.” You cover your eyes as the shame becomes too much. 

You feel arms wrap around you as you sob into his chest. “Is that what this is about?” You look up to him and see a slight smile on his face. “Darling, I thought you were going to dump my ass.” He chuckles, which makes you snort at the absurdity of that thought. 

“I would never leave you!” you jump on him from where you were sitting. “I just felt so guilty about it, and I couldn’t keep that from you,” you think for a second. He also got put in the same situation. “How do you feel about being kissed in the club?” His eye widened at your question, clearly not expecting it. 

He quickly looks away from you, hesitating his answer. “I. . . also kinda enjoyed it.” You felt a weight leave your body as he feels the same. “Oh my god, that is a relief to hear.” You both laugh into each other as he takes another sip of his beer. You both calm down, but your mind keeps racing back to that night. You had to get back at that man for kissing both of you. An idea just so happens to come to mind. 

“I know that look,” an air of playfulness shows in his voice. “What’s yer plan?”

— — — — — — — — — 

It was the same night you met this man, just a week later. Your plan centered on the fact that he’d be at the same club twice. Fate’s in your hand because low and behold, there he is, in all his perverted glory. This man really is the definition of “These fluids got me feelin fluid give me something Imma do it.” He had both sides on his arms, feeling them up in public. 

You and Majima sat at the bar sipping your one and only drink for the night. (You had to be mostly sober for your revenge plans.) You began acting more drunk than you were in hopes to lure him to you. You noticed Majima’s face was flushed, you’ve only had one drink so that’s odd. You turn to see that the mystery man is making sexual gestures at him. You pretend to sway like you're tipsy, directing your boyfriend’s attention to you. “The less attention you give him now will make him come faster.” You grin deviously as it seems to not take very long for your target to wander over to you. 

“Ahhah, just the people I wanted to see again,” he grabs your ass as he simultaneously feels Majima up too. You know you just need to act like you’re into it, but you can’t help but crave his touch. He leans in closer, “Did you want to see me again that badly? Ohhh you guys are so sweet.” He’s so shameless it catches you off guard. 

You put your hand on his upper arm, making his gaze go ablaze with desire. You laugh a little more than usual when you talk to sell that you’re not sober. Hopefully. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you~” You chuckle while giving him a sly smile. He leans closer to your face “I knew you would baby.” 

He pulls you in for a kiss, and this time you didn’t pull away. You leaned into his crude touches as he pried your mouth open. You couldn’t help but to glance at Majima while this happened. He was dazed watching you make out with another man in front of him. You looked down to see a slight tent form in his pants. He was into this? You’ll have to unpack that later as he releases your mouth. 

You didn’t have time to process before he was on Majima, giving him the same treatment. At Least you got him where you wanted him, but this was not a bad sight by any means. All you want to do is touch your lover, but you must refrain. 

Majima’s face is more flushed than it was earlier. He’s grabbing the man’s waist and pulling him closer surprisingly. The man seems to enjoy that as his tongue is likely the furthest it can go down his throat. He then leaves Majima’s mouth with a pop, eyes looking crazed as he gets what he wants. 

You chide in before he can talk, “Mmmm~ we should take this home, yeah?” You gaze at Majima who nods in agreement. You don’t need to hear the man’s eager approval as he’s already bricked. You left the club then, feeling mischievous as you have a long night ahead of you. 

— — — — — — — — 

You finally reach your shared apartment with the man in tow. You barely opened the door before he was on you, dragging Majima by his tie. You grasped onto the lapels of his jacket to keep you grounded from the wave of lust sweeping through the room. Majima takes the lead and goes toward the bedroom. Before he reached the threshold, the man nigh tackled him through as they landed on the bed with a thud. Him instantly taking Majima’s mouth into his own. You see him straddling your boyfriend ripping off his jacket and tie with impatience. 

You stumble over to them quickly taking off your shoes as the man grapples you between him and your lover. You giggle as the kisses on both sides of your neck tickle. You let out a harsh breath as one of them bites that sweet spot on your neck. Your lover works his way from underneath you and off the bed. This gives the pink suited man the opportunity to roll on top of you. As your head hits the pillows beneath you, you can’t help but get a thrill as your plans are almost set in motion. 

“C’mere sweetheart. Lemme see your pretty face.” He breathes onto your neck like his heart is pumping a mile a minute. You roll on top of him, swiveling him underneath you. You bite your lip, looking as seductive as possible as you slowly pull his jacket from his arms. 

In contrast, you rip his button up off him leaving him breathless. “You sure know how to get a man worked up, don’t cha.” He leaned in to kiss you more, but you stopped just short of his lips. “Now.” 

Before the man could question your word of choice his wrists were handcuffed to the bed frame by your lover. You immediately pull away after hearing the clicks of cuffs in place and the rustle of him trying to break free. 

“What gives? Baby you’re so sweet, breaking out the cuffs fer ol’ me.” He squirms more in his restraints, visibly hard despite his situation. “This isn’t meant to be nice, we’re simply getting payback for the club.” You say, sounding noticeably more sober than before. Majima steps closer to you and pulls your face towards him for a deep kiss. The excitement makes you grind down on the man beneath you.

“What, so I just have ta watch ya get it on on top of me?” You break away from the kiss breathless as he pouts. It’s fun to watch his arms flex as he tries to break free. You chuckle as Majima leans in. “If you be good we might just play nice with you.” The man looked shocked to say the least, but shit he was into it and he ain’t gonna let handcuffs stop him from having a good time. 

Majima sits on the bed next to you, grabbing your chest and threading his fingers through your hair. You toss your head back as he starts sucking on that sweet spot on your neck. You quickly peel your top from your body, letting your tits fall out with a slight bounce. The pink suited man was practically salivating at the sight. Too bad he was still restrained or you’d never be left alone tonight. 

Majima takes off his tie and button up fairly quickly. You trace his tattoos with your tongue for only a second before he pushes you to lay down atop the man beneath you. You cuddle up the man by rubbing yourself on his obvious erection and reach your hands above you to play with his hair. He groans out in utter bliss; acting like he could blow any minute with how hard he’s panting. 

You turn around, unable to withstand showing him attention any longer. With his hands cuffed above him, he can’t do much. However, that doesn’t stop him from trying. As you kiss up and down the swirls of color on his chest, he thrusts his hips up in hopes of getting friction. He also keeps trying to smell your hair. Sweet, but weird.

You hold his head up as you suck hickies into his neck. If biting into him didn’t make him groan, then your boyfriend undoing his pants surely did. 

“OooOhhhh yeah, yer gettin me so hard, ya know?” You sit up as Majima pulls down his pants to release his sizable cock. You’re surprised the old man is packin. You’re even more surprised to see how eager your boyfriend is to start licking a fat stripe up his cock. The man shivers in pleasure and starts rambling how good his mouth feels. You’ve had enough of his blabbering. You move up toward his face. Putting your legs on either side of his face, you straddle his jaw. 

His face is flushed and drooling trying to wiggle his face lower. “You talk too much, you know that?” You move up and finally set your hips firmly on his lips.

He wastes no time before lapping at your slick cunt. You figured he was experienced, but this exceeds your expectations. He attached his tongue to your clit, sucking in a rapid succession. He was licking stripe after stripe up and down your folds. He had you seeing stars a little too quick for you to handle. You moaned out at the pleasure. Gripping his hair and tugging, you almost forgot just who it was eating you out so good. This was some filth from the club, you can’t let him think he has the high ground while being under you.

You look down at him while breathing heavily. His disheveled, sex crazed face almost did you in right then and there. You yanked hard on his har, gripping it tighter, which made him moan out into your cunt. The vibrations felt so good on your clit, but you had to show him who was in charge. You grind down on his nose, pushing his face further into your folds. His face was so blissed and you’re surprised he hasn’t run out of air yet. 

His tongue slithers up into you as you grind yourself on his nose. His pace was too much. Too fast. Too good. It had you seeing white as the wave of pleasure overtook you. Your body convulsed atop him as you rode out your high. As you came down you could still hear the filthy sounds of him lapping up your release that now covered the lower half of his face. 

You lean back, removing your weight from him. His breaths are rapid and desperate. His eyes were wide with pleasure. The way his body was heaving up and down made your heart race even more. 

You turn your head behind you and find the second reason he is out of breath. Majima was still hunched over his cock, face covered in his cum. Your lover was out of breath as well. You could only imagine the glorious sight it was, damn, you wished you had turned around to watch. 

Despite having just cum, the stranger was still full mast and rock hard. You looked at your boyfriend. His eye glossed over in a haze of lust. It seems you have the same idea as your grand finale with your boy toy. You stay straddling his waist as you reach down to grab his legs and spread them open with little resistance. It seems he knows what’s coming and wants it just as much as you do. 

Majima grabs the bottle of clear liquid from his nightstand and pops the cap open to pour some of the liquid on his fingers. It seems he wants to torment the man a little more as he didn’t even bother to heat up the gel. The man beneath you squirms and is huffing in anticipation. Majima rims his hole with his pointer finger for a moment before he pushes in. He progresses digits very quickly until he has worked him on three fingers. 

You both line yourselves up, feeling he is ready to be shown the best time of his life. Majima pushes in before you drop down on him. The pink suited man groans out with a high-pitch moan at the feeling of his cock being used and his ass being filled. The noise sounds like heaven while you and your boyfriend both moan out at the feeling. 

You don’t take long before you start bouncing up and down on this stranger’s cock like a human toy. Your heart races as you pull Majima in for a sloppy kiss as you ride someone else. It’s exhilarating. Majima also doesn’t let him off easy as he sets a fast and harsh pace. Your lover grabs your hips and moves them up and down harder than you were going. It was so thrilling being enraptured by your lover as you ignored this man’s pleas to be uncuffed. To let him touch you and Majima. To let him fuck you like you are to him now. He’s moaning like a whore and you love knowing it you and Majima that made him this way.

What you’re doing is likely morally detestable but you couldn’t care less as your pleasure was building inside you once more. You keep moving your ass up and down as Majima reaches down to play with your clit. You grapple your arms around his neck as you come undone once more. Your pussy clenches down on his cock as you spasm around him again and again. This triggered the stranger’s orgasm as you zeroed in on how his hot cum flooded your insides. Majima grabbed your waist hard as he shot his load into his ass. 

It was all too much and you almost fell over had it not been for Majima holding you up. You pull Majima in for a less harsh, more sensual kiss as you lift yourself off of the man beneath you and he pulls out the same. Breathless huffs were all that could be heard as you recovered. You both look over as you hear the man chuckle loudly behind you. 

“The name’s Nishitani by the way,” He barks a laugh. “I think we skipped that part.”

Khaotic Turn of Events

Havik x Reader (ch 2.5)

WC: 1500

CW: none, Raiden’s mini chapter

AN: sorry for the late chapter, college lmaooooo

All this changing back and forth from the realms is weird. You thought to yourself. As you all step foot back into Wu Shit, it is dark. It was 3:00 pm back in Outworld. I’m not going to be able to sleep. You sigh in mental exhaustion. Even though you yourself hadn’t fought anyone, the events of everything in the last 24 hours were crazy enough to wear you out.

You all give your last praises to Raiden before you all go to your rooms. You stretch your arms outward, walking through the quiet corridors to your room. You feel as though you’ve been wearing the same clothes for too long. The heat in Outworld was also pretty bad.

You make your way to the bathroom attached to your room, you grab some clothes from your dresser on the way. Setting your clothes on the sink counter, you start the shower water. You put your hand under the faucet, making sure it’s at the right temperature.

Once you decide it was warm enough, you undress and step into the awaiting water. You let out a sigh of pleasure as the warm water ran across your skin, soothing your sore muscles. Feeling the dirt and stress of the tournament wash away.

As you wash yourself, your mind wanders to the dreams you’ve been having. How you used to smile with your first friend. The bracelet on your arm a reminder that you would always be there for each other. You frown. Always be there for eachother. Dairou. You can’t help but think about where he is now. If you would ever see him again.

You scrub the downcast thoughts from your mind as you let your nails massage your scalp. Once you’ve finished in the shower, you dry yourself off and get dressed. You decide to wind down with a nice book. You pick out the novel of your choice from your shelf. You get comfy on your chair and pull a blanket up on your lap.

After a few pages, you decide you want some tea while you read. You put your bookmark on the page and set the book off to the side. You make your way out of your room, quietly down the halls toward the kitchen. You expected to be alone when you arrived at the kitchen, but to your surprise, you saw Raiden. It might be dark, but you can still make out his form in front of the stove top.

“It seems we both had the same idea.” You softly say, catching his attention. You turn on a small light. You see Raiden’s gentle smile as you walk toward the cabinet, grabbing your own mug. “Can you pour me a cup?” He nods and grabs the kettle to pour the boiling water in both your glasses.

“So, what are you doing up so late?” He asks as you both sit down at the table for a little chat. “I could ask you the same thing,” you remark. “I couldn’t sleep just yet. Too much excitement.” Hearing him chuckle, you knew he was the same way this evening.

“Yeah, I thought I would have been able to sleep, but I couldn’t manage.” He takes a small sip of his beverage. You stare at your glass, the dark colored liquid swirling around mesmerizing you.

“What was it like?” He stares at you, confused. You continue, “To battle those in Outworld.” He sets his cup down. “It was quite the challenge. Each fighter was incredibly skilled. Though, there were times I. . .” You gaze at him as he thinks about his next words. “I thought I was going to lose.”

This answer somewhat surprised you. You knew Raiden was a very strong fighter, he won the tournament to prove it. But you knew he was human like the rest of you, he had his doubts. He was not the oh so cocky Kung Lao or Johnny Cage. He was modest to a fault.

“Why did you think you were going to lose?” You ask. He seems contemplative. Like he is unsure himself why he thought that. “Everyone that I went up against had years on me. They had far more fighting experience than me, and I thought I wouldn’t be good enough to beat them,” he takes another sip of tea before continuing. “But I knew I had to win, to protect Earthrealm.”

You sigh at his answer. Why does everyone feel that they must shoulder the weight of the world? “Raiden, you might be Earthrealm’s champion, but you don’t need to shoulder the burden of protecting us all by yourself. In no lifetime, this one or the next, would we ever be disappointed in you needing us to help you.”

He seems to be staring at you, still registering your words. You tack on, “We’ve had each other's backs since day one, and we still do.” He seems to relax a little at your words of affirmation.

“I just thought people expected so much of me, that I had to be strong. That I had to do everything myself.” You put a hand over his comfortingly, “Rai, if I had known that being champion stressed you out so much, we could have chatted over tea a long time ago.” You chuckle, releasing his hand.

He lets out a small laugh with you, “I suppose you’re right. Thank you for letting me talk.”

“It’s absolutely no trouble, we can talk anytime you’d like.” As you finish your drink, you walk over to the sink to wash it and turn it over to let it dry. Raiden trails behind you to do the same. As you turn to return to your bedroom, you spot a figure with glowing eyes in the doorway.

“Lord Liu Kang,” you both bow, “We were just heading off to bed now.”

He looks at you both with a relaxed expression, but you can also see that he has something on his mind.

Sending this, you speak up. “Is there something you needed to say to us, Lord Liu Kang?” He lets out a small sigh, a small glimpse into the stress that plagues him.

“You never fail to read my mind.” His expression falls back into a more serious one. “Yes, if you would both sit back down, please.”

You and Raiden take your seats, somewhat anxious to know what he has to say.

“Y/N, I must send you and the others on a mission in Outworld. This will be dangerous, perhaps your biggest challenge yet. I need you to find a powerful sorcerer that may be corrupting the Royal House of Outworld from the inside.”

“How dangerous is this spellcaster? Surely he couldn’t be dangerous enough that you would need to send all of us?” You try to make light of the impending mission, but the look from Liu Kang says all you need to know. Extremely dangerous.

“With all five of us there, then I’m sure we will be fine.” You look confidently toward Raiden. “We will do just fine, Lord Liu Kang.” He agrees.

Liu Kang looked downward for only a moment, “Raiden, you will stay here.”

Well, you can’t say you were expecting that answer. “What? Why wouldn’t Raiden come with us?” You question. “Surely, our chances of success would be greater if he came with us.”

Raiden put a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I’m sure Lord Liu Kang has good reason to make me stay. Let him explain before we jump to conclusions.” You calm down, and nod for him to continue. “Due to the Tournament, Raiden has become a popular face to those in Outworld. He would be too recognizable. The mission I am entrusting to you is one that requires your utmost discretion.”

You still look nervous. Liu Kang reaches across the table to put his hand over yours. His gaze is soft, but stern. “Y/N, you have been my student for many years. You have exceeded my greatest expectations for you, and you still continue to prove that you are strong,” your heart lightens at his words, not realizing how much you needed to hear them. “I believe that you and the others can accomplish this mission I’m giving you.”

The words he spoke seemed to have robbed you of yours. Those words hung in the air, permeating your mind. You steeled your nerves. “Lord Liu Kang, I will do everything in my power to make sure we succeed in our mission.” He looked pleased with your answer, “I won’t let you down.” Those words were perhaps more personal than you had intended, but he responded all the same.

You feel a little overwhelmed at the prospect of going on a dangerous mission. However, you mostly feel tired as you’ve stayed up all night. You go to leave and put you cup by the sink, Raiden following suit. As you leave the dining room, you swear you hear Lord Liu Kang say something.

“I know you won’t.”

Gyomei and a DTIYS on Insta-

Any interest for a slowburn angst childhood friends to enemies to lovers x reader fic for Havik :3 ?

I need this man carnally and no one can stop me😩🔊

Khaotic Turn of Events

Havik x reader (Part 3)

WC: 4392

CW: mentions of violence

AN: holy hell it’s been like a month I’m sorry 😭

“Home late, again?” Your mother tutted. You hang your coat on the rack as you walk in the door. “Oh, mom, I’m sorry, I lost track of time again.” You chuckle to hopefully lighten her already sour mood.

“It’s always ‘sorry’ and yet you never do better.” Her words were like a bucket of ice over your head. “There is a curfew you know, or do you live in a make believe world and not the glory of Seidou.” “So what if I live in my own world sometimes,” you fall into a whisper, “It's better than all these rules anyways.”

A muscle in your father’s eye twitches. “What did you say? How ungrateful must you be. Born into the higher society of order, yet you still run around with low-lives.”

Your heart is pounding heavily with anger. How dare they speak about your friend like that? How dare they talk to you like that? You see your parents share a stern look of implicit agreement.

“Pack your bags. You’re out of our house.” It was like they dropped a bombshell on your life.

“WHAT?! Mom? Dad? What do you mean I have to leave?” You were in tears as the news felt like a slap across the face. They might as well have slapped you with how their insistence that you leave stung.

“It’s for your own good, my dear.” Your mother spoke in a calm tone but her body language was that of disdain. Your father spoke next. “You have been corrupted by that peasant boy. You are unruly!” He spoke about Dairou with utter hatred. No concern for life outside the rich.

You don’t know what broke your heart more: the fact your parents were disowning and throwing you out of not only your home, but Orderrealm itself, or that they scorned the one and perhaps only person who ever cared about you.

“Why do you hate him so much? What has he ever done to deserve anything he’s received?” You start the yelling match. Your parents looked upon you with disgust and repulse. Your tears freely flowed down your face, but you had to fight back against injustice.

“Why? WHY?! That boy has utterly ruined you with his filth. You were such a good child until he spread his filth to you. The lower class is naught but the dirt we walk on, and he will always be that. FILTH!” With the pure spite pouring from her lips you knew nothing she could say would ever repair the damage done. Not that she would apologize.

Your father stepped in after the onslaught. “No child of ours will be anything less than perfection. Why couldn’t you have been friends with the other boy in your class? Hotaru exemplifies the greatness of Orderrealm! Yet you had to ruin it. With that slave in the lowest caste.”

“You will NOT speak of him that way. I won’t let you.” You put on false bravado. You were scared. Terrified.

“That is it, we didn’t wish to have to resort to this, but you have tied our hands.” Your father turns the corner and comes back with a small sack of your belongings in tow. “Leave Seidou, and never return. You are unworthy of even calling yourself a Seidan.”

Your heart sank to your stomach. Leave Seidou forever. You can’t. Your whole life was here. You would never see it again. The sunset, the surrounding hills, Dairou. You would never see Dairou again, you couldn’t even tell him you were leaving. Your mind began to spiral as panic flooded your brain.

You stepped backward, unknowingly into the arms of a Seidan guard. When did they get here? Were they planning this? How long have they wished me gone? The guard roughly grabs your arm, holding his polearm in his other hand. Another guard grabs your other hand.

“WAIT! You can’t do this to me!” You wailed as the guards moved you back out of the house and away from the building. “Why are you doing this to me? Don’t you love me?” You begged and pleaded for an answer to their cruelty. What angered you more was that they looked at each other with love, and you with disdain. They acted like newlyweds, waiting to start a family for the first time. Ignoring your existence.

“You will regret this. I swear by the elder gods, you will regret this.” If they heard the venom in your tone, they ignored it. As the guards drug you toward the portal going who knows where, your tears were the only thing you felt as the rage numbed you.

The guards tossed you through the portal. Your old life was no more. With this, you passed out.

You don’t know how long you were out for. All you knew was that you were in a courtyard surrounded by strange men in orange clothing. Many of them had wraps around their bodies. You were approached by a man with long, dark hair and glowing eyes. If you weren't already afraid, you were now.

The man’s gaze softened as he walked. He held his hands up in peace, meaning you no harm. “I am Lord Liu Kang.” He begins, you’re still shaken up, so he continues. “I mean you no ill will. I only wish to help. What is your name?”

You were hesitant to answer. “My name. . . is Y/N.”

“So we find him in Outworld and bring him here for questioning?” Kenshi asked, holding up a charcoal sketched image of the enemy at hand. You stand beside Liu Kang as he briefs you on your mission. “Yes, if what I fear has happened, he is a grave threat to the realms.”

Kenshi rolls up the scroll in his hands. “Anything else?” Liu Kang looks to all of you, “Shang Tsung is a master of deceit. Do not trust a word he utters.”

Johnny chimes in with a quip. “Sounds a lot like my first agent.” You give him a sharp glare, “Be serious Cage.” Kenshi gives him a side-eye too. “It’s a tricky mission. I’d rather Raiden go along than this one.” “HEY!” Johnny snaps, “This one is up for the mission.”

You save Liu Kang his breath. “Raiden would be too recognizable in Outworld. We need the utmost discretion on this mission.” He seems unpleased but accepting of your answer. “And maybe Johnny can get some method acting as a spy.”

“You just said to be serious.” “I told you to be serious.”

Liu Kang speaks once more. “She is right. I am also breaking my word to Empress Sindel by sending you to Outworld.”

You feel the weight of how important this mission is settling into your chest. You know you can do this, Liu Kang believes in you.

You watch Liu Kang reach behind him and pull out a compass of sorts.

“This talisman is attuned to Shang Tsung’s chi. Follow it to him,” He gives the glowing item to Kenshi. “And be careful. May the Elder Gods protect you.” He gives you each a look to bid farewell. However, his gaze lingers on you. You’re not sure what his gaze means, but you hope it means well.

. . . . . . . .

“Ugh, Are we there yet?” You hear Johnny complain for the hundredth time in the past hour. You roll your eyes to Kung Lao who gives you the same look back.

Kenshi groans in annoyance. “Again? How old are you, five?” You chuckle at the mockery. “What can I say? These boots weren’t made for walking.” “But that’s just what they’ll do.” You say, answering his reference.

His eyes light up. “See? She gets the song reference.” Oh, he seems so happy. . . You have to mess with him a little.

“Song? What song?” You act curious. His face falls into confusion. “What? The song by Nancy Sinatra? You completed the line.” He sounds desperate for validation. “Come on Lao, no way she said that if she didn’t get the reference.” Lao just glances over to his direction.

“Don’t bring me into this, but if walking is the most pain you feel today, consider yourself lucky.” Johnny plasters a smirk on his face. “Oh, I’m already lucky. I’ve got Sento strapped to my back.” He seems happy when Kenshi’s agitation grows hearing him brag about the sword.

He just huffs. “I will reclaim it, Cage.” “Got three million? It’s yours.” “You know I don’t have it.” “I bet your Yakuza pals could come up with it. Oh that’s right, you blew them off.” You look to Cage as if to tell him stop before he regrets it. “If there’s one lesson Hollywood’s taught me, it’s never burn bridges. You never know who can help.” Ohhhhhhh. Line crossed big time.

Kenshi turns around and blares his flashlight at Johnny’s face. “The Yakuza are leeches, bleeding out those too weak to resist,” he walks closer to the actor. “I grew up in that life and I never understood it. Why my gain required others’ pain?” Johnny never even blinked at his words.

“I got out. I need my clan out, too,” The rage in his eyes grew. “We can’t be part of their crimes any longer.”

Kenshi never talked about his past with you, now you understand why. It was then that you heard a whirring noise come from the talisman in the swordsman’s hand. Kenshi turns to continue walking. Kung Lao follows, flashing his light into Johnny’s face. As you walk past you speak lowly.

“Not everything is about money or fame, Johnny. May the Elder Gods drill that lesson into your brain some day.” You hear him groan as you walk to follow your other companions.

As you follow the compass, you come across a colony of humanoid creatures. Creatures that are apparently in the midst of battle. Johnny already has his phone out, recording the fight; most likely using the footage as a reference for his next project.

“What’s your precious say?” Kenshi holds the talisman outward. “That Shang Tsung is among those. . . things.” “Oh, my fans are gonna go nuts cosplaying them at Cage Con.” You’re somehow shocked. “You have a whole convention dedicated to you?” He simplys smiles and shrugs his shoulders like it’s no big deal. “You are the walking definition of narcissism.” He frowns, much to your amusement.

You can see one creature in particular being held by both arms and dragged out to the center of the colony. You then see a man with long dark hair with a syringe approach him from behind. Wait. He looks like–

“That’s Shang Tsung.” Lao beats you to the realization. “Let’s jump him after he’s done,” Johnny suggests. “Oh! In “Fists of Iron” we did this thing where like–” He swings his fist as Kenshi interjects. “We are not basing strategy on your movies Cage.”

The thought is interrupted as you view the scene below. The creature held captive is struggling against the guards, but he was knocked down to his knees. Shang Tsung held up the syringe to his neck, and plunged the needle in. You cringe as the captive writhes in pain.

Suddenly, the man held down broke free from his restraints. Downing the first guard, quickly felling the second, he takes the offensive against Shang Tsung. Everyone in the colony delves into battle. The creature strikes at your target. Regardless of his defensive stance, the blows he takes are harsh.

“On second thought,” Johnny begins. “This scene’s playing fine without us. I say we let them finish it.” Yawning that last part, Kenshi chimes in. “We have to save Shang Tsung. Liu Kang needs him alive.” You sigh. “As much as I hate it, he’s right.” The four of you charge down the small cliff you were on and join the fray.

As the monster was just about to finish Shang Tsung, Kenshi jumped on his back, swinging him around. He managed to kick all three of you as you came in to help, knocking you to the ground momentarily. Winded, you stumble to your feet. As you were all distracted, the sorcerer shifts into the form of one of the creatures, quickly assimilating into the crowd. You lost him.

“What the–” Johnny cuts you off. “How did he do that?” You were dumbfounded still that you had lost your target. You snapped back to attention as Kenshi began his battle with the main man; leaving you, Johnny, and Lao to fight the rest of them off.

One of the creatures charges after you. You step to the left, ducking under Lao as he punches it in the face. You sweep the next two, knocking them to the ground. You move to the group on the left while taking out Reaper, leaving Johnny and Kung Lao to take care of the group on the right.

You swing your weapon to hit the first, bringing it back to hit the second. You reel it back and hold the rope at mid range to rapidly strike your next foe. One managed to slip past your guard to strike you in your already bruised stomach. You fall back to clutch your abdomen, but not before three more come your way. You clench your teeth through the pain to defend yourself. Uppercutting the first, forward kicking the second, and whipping your yo-yo into the chin of the third.

At this time, the three of you back your way to Kenshi. The swarm of monsters circle you, closing in slowly.

“You got us into this. How about getting us out?” Kenshi steels himself at Johnny’s words. “I know what this looks like, but we don’t work for Shang Tsung.” The man in front did not seem to believe him.

“If not, why save him?” His voice is gravelly, almost painful sounding. “Because Liu Kang, Earthrealm’s Protector, wants to question him,” Kenshi explains desperately. “He thinks Shang Tsung may be a threat to both our realms.”

He seems to accept this answer reluctantly. Kenshi holds out his hand in greeting, but he does not return the gesture.

“Our kind do not shake hands.” He growls. Kenshi quickly retracts his hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.” “Don’t you know what we are?” He questions. It’s times like these you wish you paid more attention in those classes. “No, we don’t.”

The man gestures to the rest of the colony. “We are victims of Tarkat,” He begins to explain. “The disease is not easily gotten, but you can’t risk more close exposure.” At this, Johnny swiftly wipes his hands on his chest plate earning a glare from you.

The tarkatan continues, “It disfigures, then debilitates. In time, it will turn us all into blood-thirsty monsters.” What a cruel fate, you think to yourself.

“So you weren’t always like this?” Lao asks. It's hard to tell if the man is perpetually angry with your presence or that’s just a resting face. “I was once a rich merchant. But when I became ill, I was banished. Now I run this colony.” You couldn’t imagine living with this disease. You hold respect for the man who now introduces himself. “I am Baraka.”

Respect or no, you need answers. “What does Shang Tsung want with your bone marrow, Baraka?” The tarkatan looks downcast. “I don’t know. But he comes here each month to harvest it.”

Kenshi continues, “Release us and we’ll capture Shang Tsung. And we’ll find out why he’s been coming here, I promise.”

Baraka looks to his fellow members of the disease, “Let them go.” Kenshi looks relieved, “Thank you. We won't let you down.”

The red clad man pulls the talisman out from his pocket, only to find it was broken. “Damn. This was guiding us to Shang Tsung. Now we can’t find him.” “His laboratory is near,” he states. “I’ll take you.”

Knowing what little you do about this horrid spellcaster, you have a sinking feeling settling in your stomach.

….

After wandering past the Tarkatan colony and through the woods, you come to a medium-sized building. Shang Tsung’s laboratory. You pictured something more menacing, although keeping a low profile would help his case. Either way, you dread what’s to come.

“Any idea what to expect?” Johnny muses. “No,” Baraka states. “I’ve never been inside.” “I couldn’t imagine you’d want to.” You chime.

“Stay here. We’ll check it out.” Kenshi says. At this, you and the others head toward the entrance of the building, leaving Baraka to hope you come back alive.

….

You and the others enter the building, your caution at an all time high. Kenshi, leading the group, opens the door at the top of the stairs leading to the top floor of the laboratory. You hear Shang Tsung speaking about something with Kytinn larvae, whatever the hell that is.

You, Kenshi, Johnny, and Kung Lao reach the top of the staircase but remain hidden by the stone wall lining the stairs. You crouch down to remain unseen as you listen into his conversation.

“How can you be sure?” You see the High Mage, Rain, and the Leader of the Umgadi, Tanya stand beside an unconscious Princess Mileena. What on Earth Realm is going on? It was then, you heard where Baraka’s bone marrow went, sending a chill down your spine. “Because it was brewed from freshly extracted Tarkatan marrow,” He states matter-of-factly. ‘It couldn’t be more potent.”

Kung lao says what you’re thinking, “He’s infecting her with Tarkat.” “And he’s got two of Sindel’s top dogs in on it,” Johnny adds. “No wonder Liu Kang was worried about this guy.”

The four of you crouch down to devise your game plan. “We need to stop them.” Kenshi starts. “Save a distressed damsel? Sure thing.” Let’s do this.

You run out from where you were hiding and announce your presence. “Get away from her!” Kenshi states sternly. “You bitch!” You know you did not just hear that come from Johnny’s mouth. The actor looks so smug for his reference no one gets.

Kung Lao pushes his arm. “Excuse me?” You all look at Johnny with annoyed confusion. “You know, the movie? Tiny girl, ginormous alien,” he mimes the scene. “Ripley!” You just shake your head in disbelief he would pull a joke at a time like this. Dimwit.

“No? Seriously?” Back to the mission at hand.

“Earthrealmers?” Rain begins. “How did they find us?” “They’ve already seen too much.” Tanya interjects.

She charges at Johnny and Kung Lao first, swinging her sanjiegun. Before Rain or Shang Tsung could react, you and Kenshi were already charging at them. Shooting out your yo-yo to knock the syringe out of the sorcerer's hand. He looks at you with some sort of death wish making you smirk as you pull Reaper back to your hand.

His eyes whip to Rain, “I need time. Buy it for me.” He scurries off to another part of his lab. You attempt to rush after him but the Hydromancer blocks your way with his staff.

“Liu Kang sent you, didn’t he?” Rain sneers. “Sent you to learn our secrets!” “He sent us here for Shang Tsung. But it looks like he’s just part of the problem.” Kenshi says, and you follow. “Just hand him over Rain. He only means to deceive all of us.”

Rain simply tuts before summoning his hydro powers. He creates a blast of water, hurdling it straight at you both. Either of you go separate ways to dodge, then make your own attacks from either side of him. You shoot Reaper out to wrap around his staff as Kenshi draws his sword. With your yo-yo trying to tear the staff away from him, he struggles to break free with Kenshi about to strike.

Suddenly, Rain yanks on his staff causing you to lose balance and fall to the floor. However, not before Kenshi slashes through the taught yo-yo string disarming you. Fuck.

Rain regains control of his staff and dodges Kenshi’s slash. You stumble from your feet, pocketing your broken weapon. Fists it is, then.

You gain your fighting stance and throw practiced punches at the mage. You manage to land the first few hits, but then he sweeps your feet with his staff and blasts you away with a powerful gust of water. Your back smacked the stone wall with a painful crack, knocking the wind out of you.

Kenshi makes trained slashes at the mage next. Successfully evading the blasts, he managed to beat the hydromancer and knock him to the ground.

Having beat Rain, you look over to see how Kung Lao and Johnny were doing. Not great considering Kung Lao got slammed in the face and Johnny practically did a backflip with how hard he got hit.

She was about to go for another blow, but Kenshi ran up behind her and flipped her around and away from Johnny.

“I thought Umgadi were loyal to the royal house,” Kenshi disdains. “Yet here you are, scheming against the princess.” Tanya has the nerve to act offended. “You trespass in Outworld, interfere in imperial matters.It is you, not I, who is the schemer here.” Thus, their battle begins.

You try to get up, but a sharp jolt shoots through your back. It’s only a pulled muscle, but you know it will bruise quickly if one hasn’t already formed. Since you can’t help Kenshi, you slowly try to scoot over to where Kung Lao and Johnny lay to make sure they’re alright.

You make it to Lao who has managed to sit up from where he lay. “Are you all good Lao?” He heaves a sigh. “Yeah, I’m good. BUt you seem a little worse for wear.” His comment makes you scoff. “Yes, I suppose getting flung into a stone wall will do that to you.”

You were about to check on Johnny, but he chimes in before you could ask. “Damn that hurt.” “Glad you’re not dead then.” You chuckle as Lao helps you to your feet. Just as Kenshi beats Tanya does Johnny get up from the ground with Lao's help.

Kenshi huffs, out of breath having won. “Step away from the table.” He holds his sword out to the sorcerer making a new serum.

“This is twice you’ve been a thorn in my side,” He slowly glances back, clearly annoyed. “You Earthrealmers do have unhealthy habits.” Johnny interjects. “You heard him. You’re not infecting her with Tarkat.”

He has the nerve to look offended. “I am trying to protect her, not infect her.” “Like we’d believe that.” You shout. “We’ve heard about how you lie. Excuse us if we’re skeptical,” Kenshi looks toward him, then to your group. “Cover him.” The swordsman leaves to go check on Mileena from around the corner.

You step forward, “Just put the syringe down, Shang Tsung.” However stern your voice was, it was not enough to make him yield. “You do not understand what you’re getting yourselves into.” He sneers.

It was then you heard the sounds of Mileena’s pained struggles. Kenshi shouting, “Princess? What’s wrong?!”

Kung Lao grabs onto Shang Tsung’s arm. “What did you do to her?” The spellcaster attempts to yank his arm away. “It’s what you’ve done, fool! Let me help her before it’s too late.”

The screams continue, sounding more painful than the last. The click of the one buckle holding her in place didn’t sound for much longer before a rip came from it. The worst sound you heard was that of her flesh molding and tearing away to reveal sharp teeth much like Baraka’s

“Now do you believe, Earthrealmers?” Shang Tsung states with alarming calm. Kenshi backs into your view, with the monster that is Princess Mileena shortly after. As trained as his face is, you can still see the glimmer of terror in his eyes.

“What do we do?” Kenshi asks quickly. “Keep her occupied. I need time to finish more serum.” Picking up two vials, he begins his work once more. “Johnny, a hand here?” You hear the rising panic in his voice at the request.

Johnny rushes to his side. You try to go, but you fear you may collapse as you feel a sharp pain in your back once more. You stick with Kung Lao who is scrutinizing the sorcerer's work. You glance over your shoulder to see the battle between the infected princess and Kenshi begin. After a few minutes, that felt like hours, you see Shang Tsung finish up the serum. “Johnny, Kung Lao, hold her down.” The two rush over to hold her by the arms.

“It’s now or never Shang Tsung!” Kenshi shouts as they’ve got Mileena on the ground. Shang Tsung loads the syringe with the serum and heads over. Not before she broke out of their hold, knocking them out of the way.

Time seemed to stop as you witnessed the horrid sight of Kenshi’s sight being robbed from him. Blood sprayed everywhere. Your heart stopped as you heard the deafening cries of agony from your friend. “Kenshi!” Johnny cries. You fall to your knees in a state of shock, unable to will your body into motion.

Tears welled into your eyes as Mileena raised her sais up once more to strike a final blow. Shank. You thought she did it until you saw the vial plunged into her neck.

“By the gods, Mileena!” A new female voice exclaimed. Oh no. It was Princess Kitana. In the midst of more guards and known faces come in, you crawl your way over to Kenshi. Oh my gods. What should I do? He’s out cold. You hold his head in your lap to make him more comfortable.

“What’s happened here, sorcerer?” Kitana demands. The man in question saves face, only for himself. “These people were sent to disrupt your sister’s treatment and scandalize Outworld by revealing her illness.” His words were like an ice bucket over your head. No way.

“What? That’s totally fake news!” Johnny tried to plead, but was promptly knocked out by the Shokan guard. Going for Lao next, your friend manages to block the first hit. Promptly followed by a punch to the gut, then to his head. You shoot your attention to Kitana. You begged, but it was too late. “Princess, please you have to believe u-”

Khaotic Turn of Events

Havik x Reader Ch. 1.5

(Side plot where we actually interact with other characters)

CW: sad Kung Lao, that’s about it lmao

WC: 1855

A/N: actual second chapter next week tehe💖

Your mind is racing with too many thoughts to comprehend at once. You feel overwhelmed. Why? Because you leave for Outworld tomorrow morning.The stress of preparation has kept you up all night. You have to make sure that you’ll have everything you need. . . and may not need, but there could be a situation where you need all the backup Yo-yo string you have in your drawers.

Stopping your pacing, you take a deep breath in, then out. Calm down. You still have time to double, maybe triple, check your bag. But that will come later. For now, you need to find your fellow champions. Putting a pin in your stress-packing, you leave to find the boys.

You find Johnny and Kenshi first, as they’re both in Kenshi’s room. Kenshi looks exhausted and a little annoyed. However, the reason isn’t that hard to find. Johnny is non stop talking about his Hollywood movies. You pause at the door and wait for permission to enter.

Kenshi notices you first. When Johnny sees that he isn’t listening anymore, he turns to look for the distraction. He smiles and waves you in.

“Hey! I was just talking about one of my movies. Wanna hear about it?” He smiles so wide like a kid. He really loves his own movies, doesn't he? Before you could foolishly say yes, Kenshi interrupts you. “Sure, say yes,” He deadpans. “He’ll only talk your ear off for 3 hours!” He shoots daggers at the actor with his eyes.

“Oh come on Takahashi. It’s only been about 30 minutes. At BEST!” You sense Kenshi’s growing agitation before it shows on his face. “You have been running on and on about your dumb movies since we came back from dinner at 6. It’s 9:30 now!” You finally chime in, “Johnny, I think you might need to get a watch.” He frowns, “Oh hush.”

Kenshi just sighs and Johnny starts sulking, trying to get more attention. “Anyways, did you need something?” You look at him like he grew a second head. You were so caught up in their petty squabble that you forgot why you came here. “I didn’t really need anything. I was just stressing myself out packing. I just needed to get my mind off of it. That’s all.” You shrug as the other men nod.

“Well I would have been packed a long time ago if it weren’t for someone here.” Johnny feigns being offended. You stifle a laugh at their bickering. They either snicker or scoff at you finding amusement in the situation at hand. When Kenshi shoots up from his bed to point fingers into Johnny’s chest is when you decide to intervene.

You whip out Reaper from your short’s pocket. Giving it a few spins you throw the yo-yo in their direction. You watch in delight as Reaper wraps around the two, tying them together. Johnny loses his balance and falls forward with Kenshi landing on top of him.

Johnny’s pained cry can be heard as he’s always loud. He wheezes out, “Not cool dude! Kenshi, get off. You’re squishing my beautiful face into the ground.” Kenshi squirms to attempt getting out of Reaper’s hold. “I would be faster if you would just sit still for five seconds.”

They both would have hit the other by now if they had full range of their hands. Your eyes feel wet as tears start to well up in your eyes. “GAHAH,” You doubled over. “You two should see your faces right now.” You let out a string of cackles. Your stomach hurts from roaring at the situation. All you get in return is glares from your two friends. “Untie us Y/N.” “Get him off me!” They shout in unison.

You chuckle the whole way walking over to them. You really tied them tight. It took full effort to get the string untangled. Finally getting the last loop undone, they push themselves off eachother. You skillfully recall the yo-yo back to your hand. With the looks they give you, you almost think that they’re tired of your pranks.

With that, Kenshi ushers you both out of his room. He did have to pack after hearing a whole TED Talk about Johnny’s movies. You and Johnny continuously laugh as you walk to find Raiden and he walks to his room. Probably to pack at least three more hand mirrors.

As you head down the halls of the Wu Shi, you feel more relaxed. You quickly find Raiden’s room as you are all grouped close together. You knock gently on the door. You hear soft footsteps coming to the door as he slides it open. He was surprised to see you but welcomed you in.

“Hey Raiden,” You plop down on a chair in his room. “How’s packing going for you?” He sits on his bed not too far from you. “I was done packing earlier this morning. I’ll take it that everyone else isn’t done?” He chuckles slightly. “I might be avoiding mine and Kenshi had an unfair distraction.” You look at him but Raiden gives you a confused look. “Johnny was said unfair distraction. Let’s be thankful that we didn’t have to hear about his movies for three hours.” You grimace. Raiden only has a baffled expression on his face.

“Three hours? I knew Johnny could talk endlessly, but I’m surprised Kenshi put up with it that long.” He smiles as he removes his hat to put it on the nightstand. “I totally thought Kenshi was gonna hit him after I tied them together,” The mental image in your head makes you snort. “Raiden, are you ready for tomorrow?”

He looks up at that question, then looks away sheepishly. “I don’t know. I’m nervous that I won’t be the champion Lord Liu Kang wants me to be.” His hand rubs the back of his neck. “Rai, you’ll be fine. You were chosen for a reason.” You smile softly at him and he relaxes a little. Standing from your seat, you move over to the bed and put your hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Whatever you could possibly lack in strength, you make up for in heart.” He looks directly at you hearing those words. You seem to have struck a chord in his mind as he looks more assured than before. “You give me too much praise. Thank you, I will not let you guys down.” “Atta boy, that’s the spirit. Now I have to go. I still need to find Lao. Good night Raiden.” “Good night.” He waves you off as you leave and close his door.

Honestly, it feels like you haven’t seen Kung lao since breakfast this morning. We had the day off to relax before the tournament. Thank the Gods for that. You make your way to Kung Lao’s room with ease, however, you make a quick detour to the kitchen to grab some chips. You two play games and have snacks together often, so you know his favorite kind of treats.

You knock on the door, “Hey Lao, you in there? I have snacks.” You hope the snacks will get him to run to the door. Nothing. That’s weird. He never refuses snacks. You knock again, and after no response you think he must be asleep. You turn to leave, before you hear the door creek open. You turn around only to be met with a disheveled Lao.

Your face drops to worry and you open the door farther to see the mess his room is. “Lao? What’s wrong, what happened?” You put the bag of chips aside and move him back to sit on his bed. He wipes away the remnants of his tear streaked face. Sniffling, “You brought snacks?” You pause, that's what he wants after crying? Makes sense. You retrieve the chip bag and open it, leaning the bag toward him.

He takes a chip, and eats it. He stiffens as he feels your hand caress his back. “You can tell me what’s wrong. I want to help you.” He keeps his head low, not wanting to make eye contact. “I just– It’s that,” He calms himself with a deep breath. “I’m jealous of Raiden, and I hate that I feel this way because he’s my best friend.” You're shocked at his response. He is so carefree. You never thought anything got to him. “Can you tell me why you’re jealous?”

He looks at you like he might start crying again. “It’s because. . . he got the title of champion and I didn’t. I’m so happy and proud of him. But I just wish that it was me. I carry the name of the Great Kung Lao. How am I supposed to honor that name if I wasn’t even good enough to be champion?” Your heart breaks for your friend at his confession.

You rub circles into his back to give him some comfort. He pushes his face into his hands. “I’m such a horrible friend.” That takes you aback. He is nothing of the sort and you will let him know, right now. “Kung Lao, you are not a horrible friend. You’ve always been there when we needed you.”

He sniffles, “Really?” You smile, “Yes of course. And being jealous doesn’t make you a bad person. Everyone gets jealous, it’s a part of being human. What makes me so proud of you is that you can recognize those feelings, and not let them get the best of you. That takes being a great friend to do.”

You thought that he couldn’t hug you tighter in that moment than when you said, “Your ancestors would be proud of you Lao.” You probably felt a rib pop but this is fine. When he lets go he wipes the tears from his eyes.

He looks at you, “And what about you? You don’t feel jealous that Raiden is the champion and you didn’t get a chance to compete?” Your heart pounded. “You know I’ve waited almost my whole life for the tournament. Despite how badly I wanted to participate, I knew I wouldn’t be able to. I’m not from Earthrealm, but it is my home.”

“Does that not hurt?” “Of course it doesn’t, but I’ve made my peace with it. Regardless if I was born here or not, home is what we make it, not where we come from.”

“Thank you Y/N. You’re the best. Now. . . Are you gonna eat the rest of the chips?” You both burst out laughing at how he still thinks with his stomach. “No, you can have them. And if anyone asks I’ll blame Johnny. Now get some sleep, Champion of Friends, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. Goodnight.” “Goodnight.”

He covers himself up with the blanket, but you still hear him crunching on his chips. He won’t be going to be soon. You chuckle to yourself at how many crumbs will be in his bed by morning.

You’re exhausted, but that doesn’t change how excited you are for the tournament tomorrow. You swear the moment you hit the bed you’ll pass out. And that you did. . .

Johnny Cage x reader x Kenshi

CW: NSFW (18+ content)

This is my first fic so it may be bad😅

Word count: 2283

PART 1

Your morning has gone as usual; wake up early, get dressed, and prepare for training. You had been eating by yourself on the training grounds waiting for the others to show up when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You look up to see Kenshi silently asking if he can sit next to you. You nod happily as you munch on your breakfast. You’re chatting idly for a little bit until he gives you a challenge. “I bet you can’t beat me in training today.” He smiles at your offended expression. You swallow your last bite before you spit back reasons why you could.

After faux insults were thrown, you took it as a personal goal to take Kenshi down a notch. You wrestled him down to the ground and tried to pin him, but he was quick to roll around from underneath you. He was too quick for you to grapple, but you weren’t fast enough to dodge him. He grabs your upper arm and pins it behind your back. He almost had your other hand if you hadn’t shifted your weight to pull your arm from his grasp. You grabbed his wrist and flipped him over upside down and onto his back. You then slid down to put him in a head-leg lock. You squeezed your legs tight together to get him to give up. What you didn't know, however, is that Kenshi was horribly turned on and had a hard on.

He tried to get out of your grasp but to no avail. He tapped you on the thigh, signaling that you won, and you let go immediately. Sucking in a deep breath, he sat up and composed himself. You had already gotten up and extended your hand to help him up. You turn your attention to the other three trainees and the man beside you takes this moment to adjust himself.

Johnny comes up to you first and throws fake punches at you while laughing. “Are you ready for training today?” “Of course!” He gives a cheesy smile as you turn your attention to the two other guys beside you. You hold up two fists and they respond by giving you a fist bump back. “Ready to get your asses whooped today? I’m not going easy,” you stated confidently, “Kenshi here said I couldn’t beat him, so I’ll beat everyone else and still come out on top!” Lao chimes in first, “No way you can beat me Y/N.” “We shall have to see about that.” You retort. Raiden responds to the challenge as well, “I would be more than glad to spar with you today Y/N.” “Glad to hear you won’t be upset to lose!”

As you all playfully smack talk each other, you all get ready for a long day of training ahead of you. At one point, you start your battle tier and your first opponent is Johnny. Smug as ever, he talks your ear off. Unfortunately for him, you easily best him and tease him as you leave him in the dust. Lao and Raiden were more of a challenge. Lao with his chakram hat and Raiden simply had more years of combat experience. After valiant efforts, they admit defeat (some more easily than others.) You look at Kenshi with a big smile on your face. “Think you can still beat me, Pretty Boy?” You knew that your words would get under his skin, and the look on his face was evidence enough that you were right. He brushed off your comment and said, “Let's see what you can do.”

You had been sparring with Kenshi for close to an hour now. He has been on the offense as you throw punches and kicks at him fast, he can just manage to keep up. You eventually wear him down enough you fake him out, sweep his legs, then pin him down. He is able to shove you off due to body weight differences. Both of you get up and he tries to throw quick punches at you, one lands and it throws you off your balance. You tumble backward and he tries to land his ‘Question Mark’ kick when you catch his ankle and shot put him away.

Chants of laughter and awe can be heard from your posse of three other men, that being Johnny, Kung Lao, and Raiden. “$20 says Kenshi wipes the floor with her.” The cockier man claims. “No way, I think Y/N has got this one no doubt.” The darker haired boys shoot back. Their bickering was cut short by the sound of Y/N getting tossed to the ground.

Rolling on the ground, you try to catch your breath. This fight had been going on longer than you anticipated and it was wearing you out. “Is that all you got Takahashi? Or was earlier all you could take, hmm?” you tease. He rushes forward and fakes out to the side before you could react or block, he lands a hard blow to your side. He never hit this hard in training before, you wonder what has got him so worked up. However, before you could linger on that thought he goes in for another blow to your hurt side, but you block his advance and land a punch square to his jaw. This takes him aback and makes his eyes water a bit. Having had enough of this argument, he advances and throws you off balance, dropping to the ground to pin your arm through his legs and cuts off your air with his calf.

You struggle for what seems like forever. WIth the way he has your arm positioned, you could almost feel something poking at your forearm. However, you didn't have much time to think about what that was before he pulled your arm tighter causing you to cry out in pain. Just as he did earlier, you tap his thigh to signal that you lost. He immediately lets go and gets up, storming off to his room and bumping Johnny’s shoulder rather hard as he went. The two shaolin stare at Kenshi in disbelief that he brushed the fight off so easily and without a word. You, too, were confused at his grumpy attitude. What also confused you was that Johnny had a shit eating grin on his face. Slumping his arms around Raiden and Kung Lao, he nonchalantly says, “So, you two owe me $20 hah.” Groaning in annoyance, they begrudgingly pay up.

“Wow,, were you guys seriously betting on who would win that fight?” You stare in fake disbelief. Johnny quickly chimes in before the others can speak “Whaaat? A little friendly betting is all in good fun.” He shoots you a signature smirk and you roll your eyes. Changing the conversation topic you ask, “Hey, is Kenshi okay? He seemed out of it.” Johnny glances at you playfully and shrugs, then says, “I’m sure it’s nothing, I’ll go check on him.” WIth that, he leaves you, Raiden, and Lao to train more before the day is over. After a quick spar with Raiden and Lao, you decide that you need to make sure Kenshi is ok yourself. So you bid the boys adieu head to the man in question’s room.

As you come up onto his door, you can hear muffled sounds. Curiosity getting the better of you, you lean into the door to listen. You can hear Johnny and Kenshi slightly arguing about how he acted earlier, so you listen more to their conversation. At one point the door peeks open, so you can see them too.

“Ken, it was obvious you were distracted. I’m guessing it has to do with Y/N?” He asks with a knowing tone in his voice. “What? Cage, I have no clue what you’re talking about. And what I think about is none of your business.” He snaps back. “Come on, don’t lie to me,” he grins, “you popped one when she tried to pin you, don’t think I couldn’t see that.” The dark haired man quickly looked away when a deep flush on his face, “Was it. . . that obvious?” “Dude, it was obvious.” He deadpans. “She is attractive, I will say that. Hell, I may have gotten heated too if I was in that position. I saw you too earlier, she had her thighs locked around your head right? Damn that was sexy.” “Knock it off, Cage.” He says with an exasperated sigh. Cage moves over to straddle Kenshi, harshly grinding down on the man, making him groan out. “You know Ken Doll, we can always ask to share~.” “I, ugh, Johnny. We can’t, hgnn.” You gasp out in shock at the revelation. They shoot their heads toward the door only to see you running away from embarrassment. “Nice going Cage!” Kenshi says, the exasperation in his voice evident. “What? Come on, let's go talk to her.” With that, they run off after you.

You slam the door behind you as you catch your breath. Holy Fuck! Did they see me? Oh god they saw me, how do I explain why I was listening? And how do I explain what I just saw? Are Johnny and Kenshi… — Your thoughts were cut off as you heard soft knocking at your door. “Hey! Y/N, we need to talk to you real fast. Can you let us in?” You heard it in a loud voice. OH FUCK IT’S JOHNNY! SHIT! What should I do? You breathe slowly to help yourself calm down. Hesitantly, you walk to the door and open it to see Johnny and Kenshi standing there, both somewhat out of breath and looking slightly flushed. The actor starts before you can speak, “Yo Y/N, uhm, what you just saw… I—“ “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to listen in on your conversation like that. I just wanted to see if you were ok,” you nod toward Kenshi, “You seemed off during our spar and I was worried. You guys can come in if you’d like. I can make tea.” You turn on your heel with haste to start making tea (Also to avoid eye contact with the men behind you.)

Kenshi speaks up to rid the room of the awkward silence, “Y/N, I’m sorry if I worried you during our match today. There’s a lot on my mind.” “I know—“ You said before you could catch yourself. You want to crawl into a hole and perish. “Ah, so you did hear most of that conversation.” You turn towards them with the tea pot and cups in your hands. “Like I said, I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to pry into your conversation, but I…” you trail off due to lack of words in your mind. “You what?” They both inquire. “I heard what you both said about me.” You state simply as you pour your tea and sip on it idly. They look at each other with a loss for words. Johnny moves to sit down across from you and Kenshi, after a few moments, does the same. You pour them a cup and sit in comfortable silence, but only for a moment.

”So, you both like me?” You smile gently at them, causing them to blush harder than either would like to admit. “I’ll agree to that statement.” Johnny says, trying to get some of his swagger back. Meanwhile, Kenshi can only elbow Johnny in the side, but nods in agreement. Feeling bold in the moment you can’t help but chuckle a little. “What’s so funny?” Johnny asks with a sly grin on his face. “Nothing, just that this information makes this all the more easy.” Before the boys can react, you lean over the table and pull Kenshi in for a quick, but heated, kiss. You pull away already breathless and heart racing. You hear Johnny give a prolonged wolf whistle and you go for him next.

He, however, is ready for it and pulls your face deeper into his. You moan slightly as he bites your bottom lip. Pushing the cups aside so as to not knock them over, you continue to lean into Johnny. He paws at your chest and gently squeezes you through your training shirts. After a few minutes of sloppily kissing the narcissist you release his mouth and pant heavily. It felt as though the room suddenly got 100 degrees hotter. Looking over to the swordsman, you noticed he’s harder than a rock. This gives you a lusty grin on your face as you move to straddle him as the other man did earlier.

”Kenshi, would you like for me to help you with your little problem here~?” He looks lost in your eyes as you pull him closer. You lean to the side to breathe into his ear. He then bucks his hips up and groans out. Hands roaming across your hips, ass, and torso, never in one place for too long. You grind down on his thick bulge as he goes to suck on your neck. You’re so engrossed at what is happening, you fail to hear Johnny sneaking up behind you until you feel large hands grabbing your breasts.

”I need a little attention too.” He coos. You chuckle at his words and reach your hand behind you to fondle at his clothed crotch. You break the kiss with Kenshi and he looks dazed as he’s painfully hard beneath you. You snake your hands up to both their faces and gently caress them. Their undivided attention is on nothing but you. Only then do you speak, and that little phrase gets them breathless: “Want to take this to my room?”