I LOVE YOUR HAVIK FANFIC PLS DONT STOP WRITING 😫❤️‍🔥

Johnny Cage x reader x Kenshi Takahashi

CW: Smut (18+ content)

Word count: 1527

PART 2

Straight horny ngl

How you ended up in this situation evades you, but god . . . were you glad it happened.

You were gently shoved onto the bed by the Hollywood actor, and pinned down by your wrists. “Eyes on me baby,” he spoke. He takes a free hand and roams your torso freely, squeezing lightly on your breasts. You let out a soft moan as he circles his finger around your clothed nipple. Johnny removes your top and looks awestruck while staring at your half clothed body. “Quit staring at me like that” you say impatiently.

“Let him stare all he likes, I can pick up the slack” says someone behind you as he cups your face in his hands from behind you. You tilt your head back to see Kenshi gazing at you seductively. As you are staring at each other, Johnny takes this moment to pull your bra down and start sucking at your breasts. You let out a surprised groan. Kenshi takes this opportunity to kiss you open-mouthed. As your tongues clash for dominance, you feel a rush of heat go straight to your core.

You move your tongue in circles around in the swordsman’s mouth, occasionally letting out breathy moans. His stubble is scratchy against your face, but you can’t find it in you to care as two handsome men ravish you. The lighter haired man slowly trails kisses down your upper torso toward your naval, sending shivers through your spine. He massaged your hips with his large hands, causing you to buck your hips upward into his head. He smirked, “Someone’s needy tonight.” You tried to wiggle your hips but he held you firmly. “Let me take my time sweetheart,” he lets out a chuckle, “we have all night.” This made you squirm even harder as he then dragged down your pants and panties, revealing your whole body to the two starved men around you.

Kenshi moved his ministrations to your lonely chest and began tweaking and pinching at them. At the same time Johnny drags his strong tongue up and down your clit causing you to writhe in their arms. The taller man leans down into your ear, “Uh uh Uh, no escaping this time,” he breathes out. You can’t control the desperate moan that escapes you. He goes down farther to suck on your neck, surly leaving dark spots by the morning. While Kenshi works on you from above, Johnny makes good use of his big mouth down south. He laps and sucks at your lips and clit like it’s the only thing he’ll ever eat again. He groans while inserting his tongue into your sopping cunt. Grasping onto Kenshi’s arms for support, you feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes. They fall down your face as you look down and see the actor staring up at you with the most fucked out expression on his face. This causes you to go over the edge and squirt all over his face. He happily starts lapping at all the juices and helps you ride out your orgasm before he pulls away.

“Holy shit, Johnny” you can barely speak as your legs are still shaking. “You look so beautiful when you cum on my face, babe.” You feel your face flush as he says that unabashedly. Kenshi wipes your tears from your face as he lets out his words of agreement. Johnny kisses your mound and stomach again as he sits up and straddles your waist. You feel something hard poking your back and see Kenshi looking into your eyes with pure lust on his face. While you're distracted, Cage flips you over onto your stomach. Wobbly, you rise to your hands and knees and are met with Kenshi pulling you in for another sloppy kiss. You hear the sound of clothes rustling as they start to undress themselves, hands or lips never leaving your body for too long.

You start to palm at the darker man’s shirt to help him get it off quicker. Spreading your hands over his pectorals, dragging his garments over his strong, tattooed arms, and off him completely. You’re lost in the feeling of his mouth on your when you feel something long grind up against your ass. You let out a gasp as you turn around just as Johnny spits on his hand and rubs his hard shaft languidly. You move your hips backward to meet his hardened length, but he lands a harsh smack on your ass instead. You yelp out in shock. “Needy little slut, so ready to take my cock aren’t ya?” He degrades. Your pussy throbs at the insult and your breath starts to pick up. Kenshi pulls your face toward him by the chin, “I want you to look at me darling, I wanna see your pretty little face around my cock, sucking me off like the whore you are,” you stare at him as your face flushes deep red, “can you do that for me, baby~?” You desperately cry out yes and nod your head eagerly as he palms his stiffening cock in his hands. “Then be a good girl and stay quiet, we don’t want anyone else finding us now do we?” You feel Johnny’s hands all over your ass as you spread your legs further apart to give him access.

He teases the tip of his shaft against your entrance making you cry out in frustration. “Come on Jo–HNNY UGH!” He gives you no chance to finish your sentence as he shoves his dick into your tight cunt. You barely get to recover from the intrusion as Kenshi pushes your jaw open and thrusts his hips to your lips making you gag around him. The two earthrealm defenders let out groans and sighs of pleasure simultaneously.

Kenshi fucks your mouth hard and fast. Wanting to give him more pleasure, you hollow out your cheeks and suck harder on him, he lets out groans in pleasure at how good your mouth feels. He grips his fist into your hair and tugs hard making you moan out around his dick. Johnny grips onto your hips for dear life as he rams into you as hard as he can. He’s very vocal about his pleasure, spewing out words about how you feel so good and he can’t get enough of your pretty little pussy. His words of nasty praise make you clench around him, making him even louder. Kenshi starts to silently berate Johnny as he’s being too loud. Johnny just looks at him and smiles his signature grin. Being fed up, Kenshi pulls Johnny into a heated kiss, which quickly devolves into sloppily making out. They moan into eachothers mouths as their hands find their way around the other’s bodies.

The pleasure you feel is overwhelming, that damn inside you welling up, about to break. You’re helplessly moaning around Kenshi’s cock and Johnny is plowing you like there’s no tomorrow. The two men finally have released each other’s mouths to give you their full attention. Johnny is panting heavily as he leans down, covering your back, moaning in your ear. “Baby,, hah,, I’m so close. Nghh- I’m gonna c-cum. Baby you’re so pretty, can’t believe I haven’t done you sooner hah.” You squeeze him tighter at his words, crying out around the shaft still going in and out of your throat at lightning pace. Kenshi's eyes are screwed shut and he’s breathing heavily. “Ohhh, Y/N, your mouth is so good. Hah, I’m gonna shoot my cum so far down your throat. You want that? You want my cum in you?” He speaks through gritted teeth, trying desperately not to bust right then and there.

With a little more sucking on your part, you get Kenshi to go first. You feel the hot seed before you taste its salty flavor. He grips your head on both sides and shoves it down till you’re deepthroating him. You can’t breathe but the feeling of his cum sliding down your throat is too good to care about anything else. Johnny brings his hand down to circle and press against your clit once more and that throws you both over the edge. Your mind blanks and you swear you black out for only a moment. Johnny bites down on your neck to keep his sound level in check as he spills inside your heat.

Your juices mix together as he fills you to the brim. He stills inside you as he pushes every last drop into you. Kenshi falls back onto the bed, you and Johnny following suit. You’re squished between them, feeling Johnny slowly pull out of you with an obscene squelching noise. You groan at the feeling and loss of his length. Kenshi pulled you closer into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. He was warm and comforting. You could hear muted grumbling behind you as Johnny complained he wasn’t getting any attention. “Get over here, Cage” you and Kenshi both say at the same time as he pulls you both closer (unintentionally squeezing you into his tiddies :3.)

(I hope you enjoyed🤧 I had fun writing this)

So you’re telling me a Ginger bred this Man?????

Khaotic Turn of Events

Havik x Reader Ch 1

(Slow burn Childhood friends to enemies to lovers)

CW: fight scenes (not graphically typed yet), eventual fluff/romance/smut, I’ll mark more as I post more.

Word Count: 4183

A/N: this is a reader insert into MK1 story mode/plotline. This, things might be different but that keeps it interesting :3

I also posted this to Ao3, so feel free to check it out there too!

There once was a boy you knew. He was erratic in behavior and even more unsteady in personality. Always covered in scratches and scars, you helped him when no one else would. Regardless of his nature, he was your best friend. He stuck by you growing up, and you both evolved into harborers of chaos. You both despised the disgusting, fascist rule of Seido, and wished to liberate its people.

This way of thinking got you both into insurmountable amounts of trouble. Your parents, not wanting you to stray from the goodwill of order, had said that night that you stay away from the boy. You were utterly crushed. He was the only friend you had, your confidant, your equal in matters of mayhem. You sought out the dark haired boy and told him you were forbidden from ever seeing him again. Enraged by your parents' idea of control, you both cursed Seido’s regime, and decided to run away together. Being young and dumb, neither of you got very far. Orderrelm’s guards had found you at your parents' request, and had you sent home.

They decided that you could only learn the right path where he could not find you. As such, you were sent to Earthrelm, to begin anew, and unlearn your heinous ways of disarray. You were enraged, not because you were being sent away, but because you never could say goodbye to him. He was crushed when he heard that you were gone. He was told you had resented his ways, and that was why you had left. He was wholly crushed. You were his only friend and he had come to find out you had not loved him at all. He vowed that he would not only seek his vengeance on Seido, but on you as well. With each passing day his resentment grew, and with each passing day, you yearned to be by his side once more. The boy you grew up with, and had come to love with all your heart. That boy’s name was Dairou. . .

You could still picture his face in your mind. The dark hair that always fell over his eyes. The big smile he always wore even in the face of injustice. His cute nose that had scrunch lines from his expressiveness. And those eyes. Those deep, beautiful eyes that always looked upon you with adoration when nothing else was right. The carefully preserved image of him danced around in your head, frequenting your dreams. It was almost as if you could still hear him calling your name.

“Y/N. . .”

Dairou?

“Y/N.”

Dairou, is that you?

“Wake up Y/N.” The voice faded into one that was not his.

What?

You shot up from your sleep to hear, “Wake up! We have training–” SMACK!

“OUCH!” You cover your head in pain as you look to see who you just headbutted. Kung Lao is keeled over on the floor holding his own head in discomfort.

“A simple ‘good morning’ would have been just fine ya know.” You scramble out of bed to apologize but end up falling on top of the monk. He lets out a wheeze as the wind is knocked out of him. You shout out apologies as you get off him and help him up. He remains clutching his stomach as he talks.

“Sometimes your chaotic nature isn’t the greatest thing ever.” Before you can ask what that means, he is quick to shoot out, “No offense.” You simply roll your eyes and tell him to get out so you can get dressed for the day.

When was the last time I had dreamed about him? Why now? I can’t be distracted. Not when the tournament is coming up.

You splash cold water on your face to snap you out of your daze, but you still see his face. Those piercing black eyes gazing at you. Wishing you were still here. After a few seconds you realize you’ve been staring at your reflection in the mirror. Looking at the dark circles under your eyes, you think Kung Lao could have given you a few more minutes of rest. Chuckling to yourself, you head to your wardrobe to pull out a fresh training uniform. You get dressed quickly and pause as you look down at the bracelet you always wore.

It was a handmade bracelet you and Dairou made for each other when you were young. It is crafted from various ribbon, string, and beads you found. It’s not pretty, but that is what makes it more special to you. You both weaved each piece together with no regard for the final product. As such, it is a colorfully chaotic accessory you both swore to never take off. It represents your bond, no matter how chaotic the world or the outside may be. In this case, the outside being the unsightly bracelet. Smiling to yourself, you put your hair out of your face and made your way to the training grounds.

--Today is a big day; the day Liu Kang chooses his champion for Earthrealm. --

You find Johnny and Kenshi first. The former has his phone out while recording the latter’s training warm up. Kenshi maneuvered his sword with such grace and expertise. If you ever learn to use a katana, he will be the man you'Il go to for sure. It seems Johnny hasn’t noticed your presence in the training ground. Or if he has, he finds his phone more interesting, though, that’s not likely knowing him.

You look around for Kung Lao, only to find he is nowhere to be seen.

Hypocrite, he tells me to be at training and yet here he is, not here. Typical Kung Lao fashion it seems. As his whereabouts remain a mystery to you, you turn your attention to the friendliest of them all, Raiden. Although, it doesn’t seem like he will be so friendly with the monks sparring with him. Giggling, you walk over to where he is about to begin his training.

“Mind if I watch Raiden? I promise to only observe this time.” You flash him a smirk, knowing you truly wouldn’t do anything. . . This time. He's quick to respond, “Only if you promise NOT to trip me this time.” You snort, “Oh come on, it was only one time. Alas, I promise, I will just watch. Orderrealm's honor,” you hold up your right hand in mock honesty. “You hated Orderrealm,” he deadpans. You roll your eyes and smile as you push him into his sparring circle. You take a seat on the edge of his ring, keeping a good distance so you don’t get in the way.

Raiden gives the signal to begin and a group of eight start circling around him. Wiggling in anticipation, you eagerly await when the first monk will strike. A brave soul takes the first jab, trying to catch him off guard. He easily deflects the attack and finishes him with a swift hit to the sternum. Another comes from behind for a side-kick. Letting out a gasp, you almost think he had a shot on Raiden. Foolish are you to think that would get him. He deflects both the kick and the oncoming jab; returning the actions with a jump-kick to the face.

You cringe internally as that had to have hurt. He ends up in a fighting stance immediately. Ready for the next attack. His attention shifts behind him as the next challenger goes for an easily blocked punch. With a second punch blocked, Raiden grabs and twists his arm out of the way and lands a harsh kick to the face again. He goes back to the middle of the circle and presumes a defensive stance. Raising his hands in the air, he circles them around to signal the end of the session.

Watching his form is mesmerizing, he trains endlessly and it shows in his perfected stance. You let out loud applause at his show of skill. He smiles at your praise, then turns his attention to the approaching Kung Lao. “Way to show up to practice Lao.” You give him a smug grin until you notice the most peculiar hat in his hands, “What in all the realms is that?” He is quick to respond, “I was practicing. I was practicing making this beauty.” Raiden chimes in, “That is not a good idea.” “It is genius, Raiden.” Leo retorts. “I agree, this is an excellent idea. The chaos that will ensue is sure to be good.” You grin while reaching to nab his hat. He pulls it away from your reach and continues on. “The next time we see Sub-Zero, I will have to thank him for inspiring it.” He finishes by running his fingers across the bladed edge of the hat. Hissing in pain, he seems to have cut himself.

“See? It won’t be effective.” It was at this time you notice Johnny had been recording Raiden’s training and this interaction the whole time. Kung Lao rolls his eyes as he prepares his impromptu demonstration. He flings his hat at the wood training dummy in the training grounds and it slices it in half with ease. As the hat comes back around like a boomerang, Lao catches it, spinning it on the tip of his fingers. You look upon his act in awe as Raiden looks more shocked than anything. “Maybe it's too effective.” He states bluntly.

Kung Lao simply puts his hat on and smiles at proving him wrong.

“We just need to get on with it. We’ve been cooped up here for months.” Johnny says, walking up to where you are. “I can’t base a cinematic universe on Outworld’s monsters and magic if I don’t ever see them. You roll your eyes, “It hasn’t been that long Johnny. We will see all the fun and madness eventually.” “Says you, you’ve seen it all before.” Scoffing, “Have not, just because I am not from Earthrelm doesn't mean I have been to Outworld.” He was about to retort, but Kenshi walks up and speaks instead.

“That’s why you’re here?” He looks annoyed, rightfully so at the next thing that leaves the actor’s mouth. “Liu Kang said that this gig would change the arc of my life. That’s how it gets done. My ex will rue the day she gave up on me.” Kung Lao just crosses his arms as the rest of you roll your eyes. Kenshi sarcastically says, “So selfless.” Johnny isn't having any attitude so he shoots back a quip of his own. “Oh please tattoo, you’re just here to get your sword back.” You chuckle at their petty squabble. Raiden is quick to diffuse the argument, “We all have our reasons for being here. Some better than others,” he looks from Kenshi to Johnny at that last part, “But we are not here to fight among ourselves. We are here to fight for Earthrealm.”

You think briefly about your reason for being here. You were stranded in Earthrealm, and given the opportunity to fight for yourself by Liu Kang. Being at the Wu Shi for most of your life, you now see the kindness of him taking you in. You still can’t help but wonder how things could have been had you stayed in Orderrealm. If you stayed with– BWONG! The sound of the gong snapped you out of your mind, and the others out of their disagreement. You hear Johnny remark as you fidget with your bracelet, “It’s about damn time.”

Liu Kang walks out from the canopy and begins his announcement, picking up where your conversation left off. “And today, one of you will be chosen to fight for it at the tournament.” You all look a little confused until Raiden speaks up. “Only one of us, Lord Liu Kang? Isn’t Outworld fielding several champions?” “The tournament’s rules give the host realm that advantage. And it is Outworld’s turn as host.” He states. You let out a huff, “Well that sucks.” Raiden turns to glare at your remark, but Johnny distracts you both. “You know, I don’t know why I’ve never asked this, but uhhhh, what’s our record at this tournament?”

“Earthrealm and Outworld have long been evenly matched. But Outworld is gaining strength. Should it win, its more militant factions will be emboldened.” He says with a stern expression. This confuses you, and Raiden voices your concern. “I thought you admired Outworld.” “It is a place of great knowledge, wealth, and beauty. But our realms do not share goals and beliefs,” he steps from the canopy and continues walking, “We coexist peacefully because Outworld respects our strength. Should we show weakness, our rival will become an enemy.” using a more grave tone at the last half, this causes a shudder to run down your spine.

Kung Lao is proud to chime in, “I will not lose, Lord Liu Kang.” “First,” Liu Kang starts, “You must win the right to represent us. Whichever one of you outlasts the others will be chosen.” He sits down on his chair and the monks kneel on the ground behind him. You all look around at each other in anticipation. Excited to earn the right to become the champion.

“Y/N,” he starts, “It is with a heavy heart that I say that you will be unable to become our champion.” Your heart sinks. “But Lord Liu Kang, I have been here the longest. Why am I unable to be your champion?” You nearly yell, but you contain your disbelief to a more respectful volume. The hurt you feel is evident as Liu Kang continues. “It is not because you are not good enough, you are one of my most skilled warriors and I could not be prouder of you.” You almost let out a tear at his appraisal. “Then . . . why?” You take in a shaky breath. He looks at you softly. “It is because you are not of Earthrealm descent. You are from Orderrealm. That is why you are not permitted to participate. I am sorry.” You look down at the ground. Head spinning as you take in his words.

Kung Lao places his hand on your shoulder for comfort. Liu kang’s words make sense, but it still hurts that he had not told you sooner. “I understand, Lord Liu Kang.” You bow as you walk over and kneel beside him next to the other monks. You wipe the frown off your face and shout, “May the best man win!”

“Raiden,” Liu Kang calls, “Step forward.” The mentioned man steps up and bows his head, lifting it as Johnny calls out, “Good call. Cull the weak first.” He smirks at Raiden. “You shall face him, Johnny Cage.” Liu Kang states with a bored face. This warrants a snicker out of you and Cage glares at you. Kenshi chimes in, “Ready for your close up?” Kung Lao and Kenshi both back away as the two fighters take their positions. “All right, let’s do this. But remember, farm boy, I'm a global martial arts icon,” he waves his arms out in show, “I don’t think you can handle this much boom.”

Liu Kang rolls his eyes at Johnny’s air of cockiness. The fight begins and ends almost as quickly as it started. Johnny was overconfident and Raiden had dedicated himself to this fight. Raiden desired to prove himself worthy of the title of champion, and Johnny could simply not handle his abilities.

Raiden helps the star off the ground and the latter quickly retreats, with Kenshi taking his place. You look at Johnny and whisper to him, “So much for all that boom, huh?” He just frowns at you and looks to the next fight. You wonder how this fight will turn out as Kenshi has more experience in real fights than Raiden.

The fight lasts longer than the previous encounter. They trade blows more effectively, but alas, Raiden comes out victorious. Raiden had shown that he not only had the heart, but the nerve necessary to emerge victorious. Kenshi stands and they both bow in respect for the other. Liu Kang announces that we can rest and that Raiden will face his final challenge this evening. The anticipation can be felt by the final challengers: Raiden and Kung Lao.

“You did amazing, Raiden!” You slap him on the back lightly. “Thank you, I tried my best.” He gives you a warm smile. You pull him into a side hug, which he gladly accepts. With an unsuspecting smile on your face, you creep your hand up to his hat slowly. “I was shocked how quickly you beat Johnny, it was incredible.” “You give me far too much credit.” He shoves you away and makes a quick grab for your hand, but you were quicker to pull the string attached to your finger away. Your yo-yo yanking the hat right off his head and directly onto yours. This leaves Raiden spinning after his hat.

“I expected you to notice my hand sooner.” You take the hat and spin it upside down on your finger. This makes the other men laugh and Raiden’s dumbfounded face. He tries to make a grab for the hat, but you move out of the way. You release your yo-yo, which you named Reaper, to wrap around Raiden’s arm, and pull it back quickly to make him spin around. He takes this chance to sweep your legs and snatch the hat as you fall to the ground. OOF, that knocked the wind out of you.

He reaches out an arm to help you up, but you grip it and pull him down to the ground with you. He chuckles out, “Enough with the yo-yo pranks.” “Aw, but they’re so much fun for jokes.” You give and fake pout as you both stand up. “At least for now,” Kung Lao says, “He needs to be at full strength if he even wants to think about beating me for the title of champion.” “Ever the humble one I see Lao. Nothing like Raiden who toots his own horn everyday.” You say with utmost sarcasm.

“Very funny Y/N.” Lao huffs. However, Raiden cuts you both off, “I will have to agree, I will need my strength for tonight’s fight. I must rest up. It would be wise for you to do the same Kung Lao.” He gives a stern look to the hat wielder. “Fine, fine. We will see how the best man is tonight.” With this, you all go your separate ways in preparation for this evening's big event.

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It’s night when you all gather again for the final fight. The two farm boys have been kneeling in front of each other for several minutes, silently awaiting their command to begin. You stand behind the rows of monks next to the swordsman and the Hollywood star. The former set of boys calmly arise. Looking at each other like they both need this chance, but only one can emerge champion.

“Fifty bucks says Kung Lao wins.” Johnny quips with a smirk. “Make it interesting, bet me Sento.” Kenshi replies, but Cage is quick to answer back, “Not on your life.” “Guys. Calm down. They both have a strong chance to win. Let’s see how this unfolds, hm?” You break up the fight and get them to chill out. With this, Liu Kang arises from his seat as he introduces the match with great authority.

“Raiden. Kung Lao. The winner of this match represents Earthrealm against Outworld. It is a grave duty, not to be undertaken lightly.” The atmosphere grows more serious than before. Everyone pays close attention to his words as he continues. “You may step back now and suffer no dishonor.” The look of determination in their eyes grew as he finished his preamble. “I choose to fight, Lord Liu Kang.” Raiden proudly claims. “As do I.” Kung Lao follows. Liu Kang looks upon his warriors, “Then may the best man win.” He bows in respect to them individually. He returns to his seat to wait for the action to begin.

“Concede, Raiden. You have never beaten me. That won’t change today.” “No? If the monks have taught us one thing, it’s that the only constant in the universe is change.”

And how right he was without even knowing it yet. You nudge Johnny on the side “Ever the eloquent man, hmm?” The actor had to stifle a chuckle, “If he could fight with words alone he could rival that of Liu Kang.” You can even see Kenshin smirk at that remark. You turn your attention back to your friends. You wish that they both could become champion, but you knew only one could emerge victorious.

You watch the fight unfold before you. They were both so quick on their feet it felt like watching a tornado. In Kung Lao’s case, he had a move that actually looked like a tornado. They exchanged blow after blow. Kick after punch after jab. Neither wanted to give up the fight. It was when Kung Lao slipped up that Raiden took advantage and was able to beat him.

Kung Lao sat on the ground, utterly defeated. “There is a first time for everything, Kung Lao.” Raiden helped his friend off the ground. The god stood from his chair, “Although you have all trained well, Raiden has excelled. The outcome does not surprise me.” You can only wonder what he meant by that statement.

Kung Lao looks distraught. “How could I have–” You placed a hand on his shoulder. He looks at you and you feel his hurt. He then turns to Raiden, leaving your touch. “Congratulations Raiden.” He quickly lowers his head at the new champion. Liu Kang held out a small box in his hand. “For the tournament, you will need this.” He opens the box, and inside is a glowing blue amulet.

Raiden takes the item from its case and studies it. There is lightning that can be heard crackling from it. Everyone was curious what it was. “Forged by the Elder Gods, it gives the wearer power over lighting and thunder.” When Raiden seems awestruck by the charm, Liu Kang continues, “Go ahead, try it.”

Raiden takes a breath and turns to face the large statue in the courtyard. He readies his stance as he gathers energy and holds the amulet up to wield its power. An immense stream of lightning bolts from his hand. Your eyes go wide in amazement. You had only seen elemental magic from Liu Kang.

It seems Johnny had also not seen such a thing before as he had his phone out, recording the whole thing. “Holy Ark of the Covenant!” He could only voice his wonder, as if his face was not amused enough.

Raiden stops his show of newfound power, “It is incredible, but is it necessary?” Liu Kang spoke, “In addition to possessing great might, the Outworlders you will face also wield great magic. The amulet levels the playing field.”

As Raiden contemplates the magic, Kung Lao comes up to him. “You must be careful, Raiden. You could get hurt. Even killed!” He had a worried look upon his face. Regardless of losing, he still cared a great deal about his friend.

“No tournament participant has ever been grievously injured or killed,” He attempts to comfort the new champion. “I would never send my champions unwittingly into mortal kombat.” Raiden nods in understanding.

“We leave in seven days for Outworld’s capital, Sun Do. The tournament will be held at the Palace of Empress Sindel.” “Wait, we are leaving for Outworld in a week? Are we really ready for this Lord Liu Kang?” You look at him with worry evident on your face. His gaze softens at you, “I trust that you are ready for whatever may face you all ahead. Have faith that all you have learned in your time here will not fail you.”

“How can you be so certain?” You ask the question on everyone’s minds. “Have confidence in yourself and your comrades, and the rest will fall into place,” This eases your concern slightly. “Now, you must all go rest. We do not have long before we travel to Outworld. There is more preparation and training to be done.”

You all head off to your rooms and try to sleep. For yourself, and you predict for others as well, the anticipation of the journey in front of you keeps your slumber at an arm's length. You can’t help but feel nervous, like something maybe not bad, but unexpected will happen. Whatever will happen, you will face it then. For now, you calm yourself down, and let your mind slowly drift off into peaceful sleep. . .

End Notes: I am potentially gonna add mini chapters where reader talks to some characters individually. I am doing this to add more substance to the story (which everyone already knows) and to add more originality to it. Please feel free to leave constructive criticism or feedback on my writing. I'll also try to keep myself consistent in writing/updating.

I’m also gonna try actually formatting it next time,, this looks like a hot mess😭

Have a swag-tastic day--

"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. 

— — — — — — 

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.

— — — — — — — — — — 

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.”

Screw it,,,, Screamer Kabal

(I’m actually obsessed with Kabal it’s not funny anymore guyss😭😭)

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-”

To the handful of people who liked that random fic I posted💖

<3

Animal Attraction

Havik x reader (song fic)

“Animal Attraction” - She Wants Revenge

WC: 2400

CW: mentions of cheating, licking, biting, smut, oral (f and m recieving), Havik is the warning

You sit at your vanity, ring light shining across your face in the dark room. Holding your face in your palm you pick up your phone. Waiting. Waiting for your lousy boyfriend to call, hell, even text you. (He does this all the time. He’s probably off with another girl. . . again.)

That's it, you thought. You had had enough of your lousy man’s behavior. Leaving you lonely on a prime night like this. You’d like to live a little, and live a little you shall.

The night was full of energy and you knew of the best way to spend it: The Club.

“Dirty fishnets, bright red lips. My favorite kind.”

Getting dressed, you feel oh so bold. Deciding to wear your favorite black skirt. You have on a low rise top you’re sure will turn heads. Pairing the outfit with your torn up fishnets, heels, and your accessories, you can’t help but feel you're missing something. Your eyes fall upon the bright crimson red lipstick you bought. Mouth raising into a grin, you grab the makeup and swipe it over your plush lips. (Oh yes. He’d hate this look. Perfect.) Your thoughts cause you to smile so sinister.

Stepping out from behind the counter, you walk over to the full length mirror. Glamor and stunning could do no justice to describe the way you looked tonight. You haven’t felt this good in a long time. Nothing and no one will prevent you from having a good night of fun. Thus, you turn your phone off and slip it into your purse as you strut out the door.

“See you walkin’ across the floor. You caught my eye.”

Arriving at the club, you step out of your car and take a deep breath in. The anticipation for what the night may hold keeps the peep in your step fresh. You walk into the club and go straight for the bar. It can’t be helped, it’s been too long since you’ve had a drink or two.

Sipping on your beverage of choice, you decide to head to the dance floor. (Drinking alone doesn’t make the night great. I need to dance.) Your favorite songs come on and all you can think of is the beat, your drink, and how much you needed this night.

While you were walking over to the crowd, you didn’t seem to notice a certain someone’s eyes following your every move. You could feel someone watching you, so you glanced around until you found the mystery man.

The lower half of his face was disfigured, which took you by surprise, but not afraid of it. He wore a half unbuttoned shirt and some jeans that look a little worse for wear. He knew you were checking him out, and he wasn’t shy about anything. (This could be fun.) You made one last show of eying him then sent him a smirk with a look that says ‘keep your distance, but not too far.’

He dragged his tongue across his teeth as you disappeared into the crowd. Taking your implicit directions as a challenge. He would wait for you to come around, but he couldn’t help but go just a little closer. He got up from his seat in the booth, slowly making his way over to the people dancing the night away.

You dance your way through the crowd, just biding your time before he inevitably follows you. Looking back to find him, you see he isn’t where he was before. (He was quick, where did he go so fast?) Your question was soon answered when you bumped into someone behind you. You sun around only to be met with the very man you were looking for.

You gave him a sultry look. “Well, that was fast. Couldn’t stay away from me for long, hmm?” You leaned in closer until your bodies were almost touching while swaying to the music. He gave a dry chuckle, and bent closer to your ear. “How could I not when you’re looking at me with that fire in your eyes.” It was then he pulled back to look you in the eyes.

He looked at you like he could eat you up then and there. You knew who you were taking home that night. You only gave him a matched gaze and said, “This fire burns more than you think.” You feel the slightest shiver go down his spine. “I think I’ll take my chances with a woman like you.” His face contorts into what seems like a smirk. His eyes seem to pierce right through you, and that little blaze of heat goes straight to your gut.

“Before I knew it and despite the voices in my head, somehow I found myself inside of your car.”

You bite your lip lightly as you feel up his muscular arms. A million thoughts were racing through your head. You thought of how your boyfriend would react if he found out, but you couldn’t find it in you to care about him. All you wanted was a good night with the strange but alluring man in front of you. “Then let’s get out of here, hmm?” He could only start racing to the door with you. And before he knew it, he was already inside your car, with you speeding toward your apartment.

“I can’t see, it’s a sexual reaction.”

While you were driving, the man, whose name you learned to be Havik, couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He was dragging his hand up your skirt to rub you through your panties. He leaned over the center console to leave bite marks on your neck. You let out a slight moan for him, which seemed to egg him in even more. Not wanting to be the only one getting pleasure, you roughly gripped the visible bulge in his pants. Catching him off guard, he lets off a series of huffs and groans. You barely made it home with either one of you wanting to say fuck it and screw in your car.

“You and Me, it’s animal attraction. We should be in each other’s arms tonight.”

You felt utterly ravenous while getting out of your car. Both of you hurried up the steps to your door all the while he had his hands on you. He was grabbing your ass and licking hot breaths down your neck by the time you got the door open. He pulled you in through the door and harshly connected his teeth to your lips. You stumbled backward into your living room trying desperately not to fall as he pried his tongue into your mouth. The kiss was rough and demanding, but it felt oh so good, you couldn’t help but oblige.

When your foot hits the couch, you let go of the kiss. You fall, breathless, onto the couch. Not wanting to leave your mouth for too long, Havik follows suit. He heavily makes out with you to the best of his ability. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t have lips, you still love it either way.

You shift your weight so you can push him down to be underneath you. Straddling him, you go in for one final kiss. You make quick work of his shirt admiring all of his muscles and scars. You were curious how he got so many, but you were preoccupied at the moment. You suck kisses into his tattered jaw line slowly making your way down his body.

Kissing from his gullet to his navel, you finally look up to see the bold red kiss prints. You peer your eyes up at Havik with passionate eyes, and he can’t help but be desperate for more. You fiddle with the buckle on his belt trying to get his pants off. You finally get the zipper down and relieve some of the pressure on his tented bulge. Eyes widened in shock as you realize he wasn’t wearing any underwear. The look you gave was pure lust as you licked your lips in anticipation.

You grab the base of him and licked a long stripe up his shaft. He shivered while entangling his hand into your hair. You drag your tongue across the tip teasing him. He groans as you move your attention to his slit. You decide to throw caution to the wind and drop all the way onto him. His fist tightens in your hair making you moan around his cock.

You bob your head up and down with fervor. You want to be the sole reason this man comes undone tonight. After a few minutes your mouth is covered in your own saliva and his pre-release. He tried to wrap one of his legs around your back but you held his legs open in place. The tighter his hand became you knew he was getting closer to his release.

You suctioned your throat more and started humming around him. The vibrations went straight through him and up his spine. He simply couldn’t hold on anymore. He grabbed the back of your head and shoved you all the way down on him as he came down your throat. You gagged as you hadn’t taken this much before. All you could do was swallow his release as best as you could as tears welled up in your eyes.

After holding you on him as he rode out his orgasm, he finally released you. You gasp for a deep breath as you feel what was left of him dripping down your mouth. Your makeup was smudged. Not worse than your lipstick which was smeared all over his thick cock. You let out a chuckle as you noticed his dazed expression. He pulls you down to him for another sloppy kiss. He could taste himself on you. He pulled away breathless as he swiped a finger up your chin, gathering himself on it. He brings it up to your lips and you make a show of sucking his finger clean.

“Slow it down now, the night is young and we still got time.”

You yourself couldn’t help but get turned on at the animalistic growl he let out. It excited you, and you could feel yourself grow wetter by the second. You sit up more to straddle him once again and grind down on his spent self. He raised his hand up to grope your breasts and almost ripped your shirt off to release them. He took one into his teeth and the other one in between his fingers, pinching at the soft flesh.

The way he covers you in bite marks felt like bliss. Wanting more, you grip his hair tightly and pull it back. You can see the spit dripping from his mouth. Biting your lip lightly, you lean in to whisper in his ear, “Why don’t we take this back to my room?” He groans into your ear making you grind back down on his half-hardened length. “What’s the rush? We’re having such a good time right here aren’t we?” You do love a challenge to your command. “Call me crazy, but damn I’d like to get inside of your mind.” “Oh baby, you’ve been in my mind since I saw you.”

“But you don’t have the patience for the smallest conversation that would let me know the trouble ahead.”

“What’s the real reason you wanted fun tonight?” He grins at you while softly dragging his hands up and down your thighs. Now is not the time for small talk, you’re too hungry. You just grab him ‘round the neck and push your skirt against his jeans and say “I like to do my talking in bed.” You firmly grasp his throat. Seeing the positive reaction from him made you all the more impatient to get him into bed.

You push off of him and make your way to your bedroom. You wiggle your ass enticingly and start to undo your skirt and take off your shoes. He looks at you with animal attraction and quickly follows your lead, dropping his jeans as he goes. You make it to your door and turn around just in time to see him grab at you, just as he did earlier. You said “Dim the lights if you want some action.” And your command was followed. He turned down the lights until only the glimmer from your vanity mirror could be seen.

He tried to talk more but You told him “Keep your life story to yourself, let me show you how it’s supposed to be.” You told him “Why are we sitting here wasting time we could be underneath the sheets.” You told him “I don’t wanna be your friend, sorry if you're feeling hurt.” You sit back onto the bed and spread your legs to reveal your lace panties behind your fishnets. You told him “Baby you can shut up now, let me put that mouth to work.”

His gaze immediately falls to your clothed heat, he got the memo. He knelt down on the ground before you and ripped your fishnets to get immediate access to his goal. He rubbed his two fingers on your slit, making his way up to your clit. He gently teethed at your thigh in contrast to the way he tore your panties off. You gasp out at the sudden gust of cool air.

He gave you no time to react any farther as he attached his tongue to your slit. For having no lips, you dare say his enthusiasm makes up for it. The sounds he makes while slurping your dripping cunt are downright filthy. You throw your head back and your fingers into his hair. He inserts his finger into you while licking stripes and rubbing circles on your clit. You can stand the pleasure any longer. You push his face down farther into your pussy and cum all over his face.

As much as he needed to breathe, this was simply better. He felt himself grow impossibly hard at the feeling of your thighs crushing his face. He rutted into the floor to get some friction on himself. When you unclenched your legs, the sight before you was like heaven itself. Havik’s face is covered in your sweet release. You grab his chin and he almost falls into your grasp as you pull him up from the ground into a messy kiss. He had so much to say but only landed on “We should be in each other’s arms tonight.”

You shoved him down on the bed and grinded your soaked pussy on his rock hard cock. You could see how much he wanted you. It almost rivaled how much you wanted him in that moment. You simply said “This could be so dirty that it just ain’t right.” As you dropped down on him.

The End :3

AN: I need this man horribly. This is the product of a whole day of brainrot…

Did I draw art for this? Yes— here it is

Drunk Desires

Buggy x reader

WC: 2K

CW: DUB CON, somnophilia, drunk sex, cunnilingus, cum on stomach, p in v sex, buggy is kinda pathetic in this but i need him so bad it doesn't matter.

AN: I've been convinced to watch One Piece finally and I want that clown like my life depends on it.

The night was full of fun and excitement as you all celebrated another successful show. It felt like the drinks and laughs were endless. You’d surely feel the alcohol by the next morning. But for now all you wanted to do was dance to the music and poorly attempt to fight Cabaji. Which promptly landed you on your ass. You didn’t mind, at this point everything was funny to you. 

Eventually the night was drawing close to the end and you managed to down quite a lot of alcohol. You stumbled your way to what you thought were your dorms but managed to go the complete opposite direction. Ending up in front of your Captain’s quarters you entered without thinking. You thought nothing wrong as the man was nowhere to be seen. 

Plopping down on the bed, you kick off your shoes and nestle your head into the pillows. You breathe in the scent of the sheets noting that it doesn’t smell like yours but ultimately ignoring the fact that, no, this is not your bed, and you came in here by mistake. You fall asleep almost instantly having been worn out by this night's lively events.

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Buggy was pissed. He hated seeing you be that close to his subordinates. He didn’t drink that much but tonight he needed to take his mind off you having had a glass, or three, more than usual. He opened the door to his quarters, hoping to rub his frustration out and go to sleep. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the object of said frustration sleeping oh so soundly on his bed. 

He couldn’t help the way his eyes roamed over your sleeping form. He couldn’t help the way he moved forward towards you. He couldn’t help his hand reaching towards you, to grace your skin slightly with his touch. He couldn’t help the way your body was practically begging for him to take you. 

You were out like a light, not stirring one bit as his hands roamed up and down your legs. Even through the fabric of your pants he could feel just how toned your legs were from all the training for the shows. Shows you put on for him. He loved seeing you perform, absolutely entranced by the way you move. 

God you were perfect, made just for him. He always took what was his, even if it wasn’t his just yet. 

His mind was clouded by the liquor and his sheer need to remove the clothing between him and you. He reached up to unbutton your pants, slowly working them down so as to not wake you. He wants to take his time, savoring this moment, if only to think that he wouldn’t get another chance like this. 

He trailed kisses down your thigh as each inch of skin became more exposed. He pulled them off all the way and discarded them by your shoes you previously removed. His breath hitched as he saw the bright red underwear you wore. He removed his gloves, eyes never leaving your body. 

He reached his hand down to cup you clothed heat, gently rubbing. He tried to tell himself to stop, but the way your underwear became wet from his fingers removed all notion of that thought from his mind. While still working on you below, he reached his other hand up to sneak beneath your shirt. 

He straddled your waist as he used both hands to push up your shirt to reveal a matching cherry red bra. Who did you wear these for? I couldn’t possibly have been him, could it? He cupped your breasts from over your bra, circling his thumbs over your hardened buds. He froze as you slightly stirred in your sleep. Letting out a slight moan from the small pleasure he was giving you. 

The sweet noise went straight to his groin as he could feel himself growing harder by the second. He pulled down your bra to reveal your supple breasts. He let himself be selfish if only for a moment by leaning down to suck on your hard nipples. His face paint smeared on your perfect skin, tainting your flesh. 

He switched his ministrations to the opposite bud, showing all of you his affection and hidden desires. He leaned back to shrug his jacket and hat off, then gently removed his gloves. His breath caught in his throat as his bare skin touched yours. His gaze turned upward and his eyes were transfixed on your lips. 

He pulled himself to hover over you, mouth hesitantly waiting above yours. Does he dare cross this line? He had already done this much to defile you, he may as well carry on. His lips gently attach to yours as he savors the sweet taste of you. The taste he could only dream of. He reaches down to play with your slick cunt again as he slips his tongue to swirl around your mouth. 

He felt your body twitch from the pleasure. He couldn’t help the way his pelvis ground down into your hips in response. He was mesmerized by the response your body was giving him. He released your mouth with a long spit trail connecting your lips. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to taste you.

Roaming his hands down your disheveled, sleeping form, he hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties and pulled them down. His eyes never left your revealed cunt as he bent down to attach his mouth to your glistening lips. Licking a wet stripe up your pussy. He groans at the taste of you, sending vibrations up your heat. He dipped a finger into your entrance, testing the waters. 

He pumped his digit in and out at a slow pace, terrified that if you wake it will all be over. After he works a second finger in, he sucks gently on your clit, reveling in the way your body squirms beneath him. His self restraint is quickly slipping as he is losing himself in your sweet juices and soft moans you’re giving him. 

He feels your hips buck up to him, your breath catching ever so slightly. He knows you’re close to the edge and he quickened his pace to give it to you. He sent his detached hand to your mouth to cover your lips as you let out louder moans as you woke. His tongue kept circling around your clit, letting you ride your high as you came around his fingers. 

His thumb stroked your chin as his fingers entered your mouth, silencing you. You opened your teary eyes, the sheer pleasure from the orgasm waking you up. While still hazy from the alcohol, you absent mindedly suck on his fingers making him groan as he grinds into the mattress. 

You hum around his hand as you look down to see your clothes askew and the culprit below your hips panting like a dog gone into heat. He pulls your mouth to his before you could say anything that would indicate you didn’t want this. Not that you would have anyways, this is a dream come true to you. 

His wet muscle roamed around your mouth once more as he grabbed your chest. He pulled your waist to his as he thrusted his clothed erection against your naked form. Your mind still reeling from waking up to bliss couldn’t help but go along with him making out with you. 

You moan into his sloppy kisses as you card your hand through his long blue locks. He felt his knees grow weak with the desire growing between his legs. He looks to you, his want for you evident in his gaze as he trails his hands over your waist. He wants you to say it. He needs you to say it.

“Buggy, hah, please.” You beg for him, desperate to feel his hands on you again. You reach for his pants to undo the clasp holding them together. He lets a low whine escape as your touch feels like bliss on his hardened length. He lets you pull his erection from his pants and nearly collapses on himself at the feeling. 

“Sweetheart, I need you to say it.” He says while grinding himself onto you. Letting his tip catch on your clit, you breathe out “Please fuck me, Captain.” Those words were all he needed to hear as he entered you. Barely being able to hold back his need to be fully inside of you now, he manages to work his way in to let you adjust. 

You let out a rather loud moan at the feeling of him being fully sheathed in you to which Buggy promptly covers your mouth. “Mmmph, baby as much as I wanna hear you scream for me, you gotta promise to keep your voice down. Okay?” The words pained him as he wanted nothing more than to hear all the pretty noises you’d make for him. You nod despite his hand still covering the lower half of your face.

He gives a few experimental thrusts when he feels that you are adjusted to him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he starts picking up the pace. He feels like he’s losing his mind as you clench around him the way you do. Your muffled moans like honey to his ears as you try desperately to stay quiet. 

Tears well up in your eyes from the pleasure, the effects from the alcohol heightening your sensitivity. You pull him close to you as you breathe out into his neck. “Buggy, you feel so good.” The words made his heart soar until you added. “If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.” This made his heart sore.

The guilt from using you in your sleep, your most vulnerable state, crashed into him like a tidal wave. Tears welled in his eyes at how willing you’d give yourself to him in your dreams and he couldn’t even control himself around you. 

“Buggy ple--.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He starts between thrusts. “I can’t control myself around you anymore.” A tear ran down his cheek. “I’ve needed you for so long, you feel so good wrapped around me.” He bent over to suck a dark mark into your neck as he reached a hand down to play with your clit once more. 

The knot in your stomach is quickly forming from the added pleasure, you feel yourself about to cum. 

“Buggy, I’m gonna cum.” You rushed your words, not knowing how much longer you can hold out for. His eyes went wide as if he couldn’t believe this was finally happening. No matter how much he wanted this, he still couldn't rid himself of the guilt quick enough. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I-I just need you so much. I-” 

His words were cut off as you spoke softly to him. “Don’t be sorry, I love you.” You quickly finished after those words, biting your lip to somewhat manage to stay quiet. The feeling of you cumming around him was enough to throw him over the edge as well. He quickly pulled out as hot ropes of his cum shot onto your exposed stomach and breasts. 

He collapsed on top of you, exhausted, only holding his weight up a little. His eyes shot to your face, desperately scanning for any signs of regret, anger, hatred, disgust, anything that would show how much you hate him now. But he found nothing. Only teary eyed love and a flushed face before him. One that was quickly growing more and more sleepy with each passing second. 

He held you in his arms as you relaxed, coming down from your high. Your head cradled in his neck as he wrapped his arms around you. He rested his chin on your head as you drifted into the confines of sleep once more. “I love you too, sweetheart.”