#i feel like a lot (not all) of recent qualms with flower husbands comes with how theyve been charactized in fanon . especially jimmy

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its been really interesting to see the cultural shift with flower husbands . because they were icons obviously and they at least HAD the highest amount of non-dsmp mcyt ship fics on ao3 (havent checked lately) . and then around afterlife they (relatively) died down with scott saying he wasnt doing anything else, "flower husbands is dead," etc . the general Hot Take is that people are a little burnt out on it actually . and then double life comes around with ranchers and theres this sort of opposite resurgence , in which scott is treated as a toxic ex (not that toxic scott content didnt exist before this mind you) and tango is jimmys "savior ." after this fh content lulls again . with the steady stream of ranchers content theres some angst every now and then . some things arise from empires 2 , more angst from liml . now the common take is that flower husbands would realistically Suck (shocking a ship that isnt healthy in real life (<- silly)) but in a more general sense , usually removed from ranchers . and theyre right , but its still interesting . like what happened to "they are the blueprint"

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Muscly, strong Kombatants (aka: Bench press me Daddy!)

Anonymous asked a question can i request a strength kink with the mortal kombat kast? like, the reader has a strength kink if that makes sense! I have to admit that this stumped me. I hope that what I have written is ok, it has become about strength and muscles, and I managed 3 kombatants as it quickly became really long. I did initially come up with a very silly premise where Kitana hosts an ‘Outworld’s Strongest Kombatant’ kompetition instead of Mortal Kombat ( a parody of the World’s Strongest Man competition). Maybe once I have finished my Erron Black piece (and that should be up hopefully tomorrow!) and finish my Bi-Han Ask for the amazing @tomoka0013 (which may take a good while, sorry!!!) then I will attempt it. This Ask features Erron Black, Johnny Cage and Bi-Han (I know, no Kano?! I just couldn’t make anything work.) The Bi-Han portion is inspired by conversations with @tomoka0013 and her own work (which you really must read if you don’t already). Erron Black:  You wouldn’t think a man like Erron would be quite as muscular as he is, but beneath those outfits he has thickly muscled arms that make your heart pound dangerously hard, and you find yourself shamefully wet/hard when he first strips off his shirt in your company. Outworld is hot and humid and Erron is has no problem losing his clothes. If his shirt gets sweaty then it’ll restrict his movement, so he has no qualms in stripping down to just a pair of jeans, his boots, and of course, his hat. He’s no idiot either and he knows what his physique does to those around him. Eyes widen as he tugs up his shirt to reveal washboard abs, a trim waist and hip bones that tug the gaze downward. Lips catch between teeth to stifle a moan as material slides over tanned skin and he arches his back before tossing his shirt aside. People lose their train of thought and end up babbling inanity, and when you’re a hunter like Erron, disarming your prey is always going to help you claim a bounty. More after the cut!!!!!!

Kotal Kohn has asked you to fetch Erron from his hut that lies deep into the secluded woods on the edges of the Palace grounds. Erron prefers to stay out of the way of others, he’s been around people for so long that he’s tired of inane chatter. Every so often he’ll invite someone back to the cabin and they’ll spend a long weekend indulging in each others pleasure, but he’s not a man for long relationships, or so you’ve told yourself. You pass through lush undergrowth, birds call to one another and insects of every colour dart from flower to flower collecting nectar. As you draw closer to the cabin you hear the rhythmic sound of what you hope is Erron hard at work at the wood block, rather than jungle inhabitants beheading wayward travellers on their way to pass messages to handsome bounty hunters. Pushing past a final clump of spiked fronds and branches, you are greeted by the wonderous (and almost overwhelmingly erotic) sight of a shirtless Erron (still wearing his hat of course), attacking a wood pile with a huge axe. “Hey, darlin’.” He calls out without turning towards you and brings his axe around in an arc to splice the log in front of him into halves. “Oh, hey.” You’re quite impressed you got out some words that weren’t ‘By the Elder Gods, you’re beautiful!.’ “Kotal sent ya?” Another log is cleaved in two but you don’t really notice. You can’t take your eyes off the way his back muscles ripple when he swings the axe, his biceps bulging and the roll of his hips as he swings the axe. “Mmmm hmmm”. Your eyes follow the curve of his beautiful ass as he bends to tug the axe from the tree stump. Erron chuckles at your open admiration for him and when you tear your eyes from his ass he gives you a wink and a filthy grin that makes all sorts of tingly feelings stir deep inside. “Now look at me distractin’ you from your errand, haven’t I been a bad boy? Come on, darlin’, gonna help me put these logs on the pile?” His voice is deep and teasing and wriggles a fiery trail through your insides like cheap booze. It takes a huge effort to swallow down the whimper that wants to escape your mouth when Erron nods you towards a large wood pile at the side of his cabin. You trot after him and pluck a few logs from the ground, but they’re heavy and you’re slightly worried that some Outworld earwigs have made the logs their home and might bite. Erron chuckles again and fills your arms with wood, then grabs you by the hips and gives you a gentle push in the direction of the stacked wood pile. You drop half the wood in surprise at his handling of you, and drop another few logs on your way to the pile, so it takes you both a while to transport all the wood to the pile. Erron grabs the larger hunks of wood, hefting them over his shoulder seemingly with no effort whatsoever, making sure he catches your eye every time he plucks another log from the ground, making sure to bend over a lot and flex his biceps. When the task is finally done you’re both laughing at each other. Erron laughing at how red you’ve gotten, your hair sticking to your forehead and your top molding to your chest and back. You laughing at him increasingly showing off just how strong he is whilst trying oh so very hard not to notice the beads of sweat that slide down his tanned skin, following over every muscle and being frustrated by his jeans being in the way from seeing everything you want. “Ugh, finished, tired, hot.” You puff out a long and exhausted breath. “Oh, we haven’t started yet, Sweetheart.” Erron grins then plucks you off your feet, tossing you over his shoulder, gives you a firm pat on the ass to make you squeal, and makes for the entrance of his cabin. Kotal will have to wait a good while for Erron’s reply. Johnny Cage: Younger!Johnny is perfectly aware of the affect his looks have on people, especially his muscular figure. During photoshoots he loves to hear the muffled gasps from the lighting technicians who had previously feigned nonchalance at being in a room with the biggest movie star in the world. He gives the make-up artist a wink when they can’t hold his gaze and their hands shake when applying the body oil to his amazing chest and thickly muscled arms. He chuckles when the wardrobe assistant doesn’t quite know where to put their hands when they’re adjusting the fit of his trousers so they hug his incredible asscheeks. He is shameless and he doesn’t care. It gets him a lot of sex and from those he doesn’t take to bed, they’re so desperate for him that they’ll do anything for him.

When baby Cassie comes along his worldview does a 180*. He doesn’t have time to think about himself anymore, all he cares about is his child and making sure she is safe and happy. He becomes a greater person, less selfish, more humble, kind and caring. It’s when he picks little!Cassie up from school and hears the whispers and notices the admiring glances from the single parents, (and let’s face it, the not so single ones too) that he remembers his younger days and mentally face palms. Not that an admiring glance is a bad thing, it’s just who he was inside, and he’s glad he’s not him anymore. He notices you giving his physique some admiring glances, your cheeks darkening and the corners of your mouth curling despite your very best efforts to hide your smiles. He respects that you try your very best to hide your feelings for him, but he’s still a cheeky git and sometimes wears his most ass hugging trousers he owns around you just to get you to flush even brighter pink than you normally do. The night after an attack on the Special Forces base by some Black Dragon idiots, a portion of the housing huts lay in rubble and smoke. Johnny is the first out, safety gloves and goggles reluctantly on, but stripped to the waist. His muscles are bulging, biceps shining with beads of sweat as he picks up rebar and joists as if they were made of foam and carries them over to a large skip and tossing them in seemingly with no effort at all in. A quick wipe of his forehead with the back of his glove, a wink at you from behind his goggles, and he’s striding back to the devastation to heft more debris over his shoulder. There gets to be quite a crowd, all of you just gawking at the muscle-bound adonis. Each time he bends over to tug at a chunk of rebar, you sigh in unison at seeing his ass strain at his trousers. When he straightens and hefts the rebar over his shoulder (biceps bulging even more impressively) you each in unconscious unison lift a hand to your mouth as if a delicate Edwardian heroines seeing your brave husband help save poor orphans from a fire started by the cruel Reverend Kano. It’s Cassie who laughingly points out the crowd of “Dad’s groupies” to Johnny. Johnny has been so into the task at hand that he didn’t even notice after a while. He gives a sheepish wave and bows with a flourish, then gets back to clearing the rubble. A rush of heat flares in your cheeks at realising you’ve been doing nothing but staring, and pulls you back into reality. You quickly rush in to help with the effort, pulling on your own pair of gloves and grab at a far lighter chunk of rubble. Later that night a knock on your door rouses you from where you lay dozing on your sofa. You’d spent hours helping out, and tried so very hard not to stare at Johnny and imagine him in spandex and domino mask because, let’s face it, he’s practically a superhero, and only recently got back to your own quarters where you’d stumbled into the shower and flopped on the sofa to doze. Pulling open the door you’re greeted by a smiling Johnny. “Hope I’m not interrupting?” It takes a good few seconds of blinking and dry mouth before you shake your head and motion Johnny to enter. He smells of expensive soap, his hair is still wet from a shower, and fuuuuck, he’s so beautiful you almost whine. “Good.” He winks, then scoops you up in his arms and carries you inside, laughing when you squeak with delight. “Now, maybe I’ve noticed how you’ve been looking at me, and thought we could do something about that?” With ease and an even wider grin, he tosses you back onto the sofa and waits for you reply. You’re not going to turn him down, are you? Bi-Han: Bi-Han takes his rigorous and strenuous training very seriously. His has to live up to his Grandfather’s mantel and show these other arseholes just how fucking amazing he is. He could do it all in the sleep, but he wants to be perfect and that takes effort, so he will train until he knows he is unstoppable, and then he’ll train some more to make those biceps and pecs mesmerisingly perfect. He’s used to jealous looks from the rest of the Lin Kuei; even Sektor can’t hide his seething rage at being inferior to the beautiful cryomancer. After coming second to him in every contest, in every class, Sektor finally loses his fraying hold on his temper and attacks Bi-Han in a futile attempt to prove that he was the star pupil of the Lin Kuei, not this upstart orphan. Sektor ends up in the infirmary, (almost the morgue) with an enormous spike of ice through his chest and his ego wounded even more viciously. Bi-Han goes back to training after calmly placating the Grandmaster, who is quite understandably worried that his son Sektor may die. Bi-Han is not just physically gifted, he can charm his way out of almost any situation, and with a few words and some first class acting talent, he assures the Grandmaster that Sektor made a grave error and Bi-Han was simply doing what he had been trained, to defend himself and the honour of the Lin Kuei. Bi-Han calmly focuses and calls ice to form between his moving hands, ordering it to form wickedly sharp spikes. His biceps bulge with the effort, his teeth gritting and every muscle in his body quivers as he draws the ice into the form he demands. Targets spring into life around him and he leaps, turning not only himself through the air but also the ice spikes, fanning them out with incredible accuracy at the cloth and wood dummies. He lands on the balls of his feet then backflips when another target appears, his hands fanning out to direct a spray of ice to freeze the target solid. Targets appear from opposite directions, but Bi-Han calmly moves to brutally kick the head from one whilst plunging a conjured ice dagger into the throat of the other, then leaping forward to aim a powerful kick at the head of the frozen target. The target explodes in a spray of ice and sawdust innards and the graceful assassin lands behind the headless sagging dummy, ready for whatever is next. He never lets up, never pauses, never allows himself to be left open for even a single moment. He is magnificent and beautiful and your eyes can’t look anywhere else but at his heavily muscled frame. He wears but a thin layer of material, allowing you the gift of watching his muscles move and strain beneath the tunic. He is both graceful and yet so powerful. He lifts giant hunks of ice that likely weight more than he does, and toss them at targets with pin point precision. He forms frozen weapons and shields without even pausing to wipe the thin layer of sweat that forms on his brow and dampens the back of his tunic to emphasise his muscular frame. You take a breath and blink, suddenly aware the sun must have gone down hours ago and you’ve been watching Bi-Han training all that time. As you breathe out your breath fogs white into the night air, all the warmth from the earlier sunshine has gone. You’re wearing a similar and equally thin tunic to Bi-Han, and you’re absolutely fucking freezing. You look at the sky to try to gage the time and when you look back to the training arena, Bi-Han has disappeared. “Shouldn’t you be training rather than spending all your time staring at me?” Bi-Han’s imposingly tall form moves out from the shadows beside you, startling you. He smirks at having startled you. “You really should be training, a simple trick like that should never catch you off guard.” You nod, ashamed of being caught out so easily. “First, we’ll eat. I should celebrate my earlier victory over Sektor.” He cocks his head, waiting for your reaction, wondering if you would agree or take Sektor’s side. “Sektor was an arrogant fool, he got what was coming to him.” Although you were new to the Lin Kuei, Sektor had not impressed you like Bi-Han had. The Cryomancer laughs and flashes a wicked smile, then grasps your hand, turning you before pushing you against the stone wall behind you. “You are really quite desperate for me, aren’t you?” The night is cold enough but Bi-Han radiates a cold you hadn’t experienced before. When his breath touches your face, ice crystals form on your skin to feel like hundreds of faint kisses. You feel the chill in your lungs with every breath you take and every hair on your body stands on end. If you weren’t so utterly in love with this man you’d run, but you can’t, you don’t want to, all you want is here before you. He leans in closer and he’s such a tall and imposing man that when he bears down on you he’s all that you can see. “Yes.” Your admission delights Bi-Han and he uses your surprise at a sudden burst of laughter to grab you by the waist then heft you over his shoulder. “First we’ll eat, then we’ll fuck.”