#mk answer

[dcmkanswers]

What are your thoughts on Nakamori Aoko? And about her role in MK?

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I'm torn, because her role as a character could be good, but it's insultingly underutilized.

Her personality is fine. Strong side being that she's known Kaito long enough to not get chased off by his real less than stellar personality, and she fiercely supports the police because her father is on the force, giving her an overall 'talk shit get hit' attitude towards criminals. Pretty loyal, too. Vulnerable side stemming from the fact that her father works too much and it seeming that none of the people close to her overtly support her -(which I say in a wordy way because Kaito does support her, but he'd die of embarrassment if he did it in an obvious way)- leaving her alone with some self esteem issues. ...Which may also have something to do with why she's friendly around new people, for better or worse. Altogether, she initially comes across as strong willed, but actually gets hurt easily. She could be a complex character to work with...

If she ever got any focus outside of being a convenient tool for Kaito in his heisting.

The Sun Halo chapters gave a lot of potentially good ideas, and then essentially tossed them into the trash because the writing had to stick to a three chapter format. KID and Aoko kidnapped together by another criminal, KID injured, Akako and Hakuba getting in contact to find them with magic and detective work, etc. But the biggest tease was the idea of Aoko realizing that Kaito might be KID. An idea that's been in MK fans minds for as long as the series has existed, build up by Ginzo suspecting Kaito while Aoko defended her friend, the knowledge that Aoko has a personal dislike of the thief and shows that anger every single time she sees KID, probably the most complex subject regarding Aoko that people like to mull over.

And it's just. Given half a chapter, a few frames of her questioning things in her thoughts, and then dropped. Given a handwave and implied to be ignored.

I could go into other details, but the best way to sum it all up at once is to say that Aoko is someone trying very hard to do and be good, and the narrative works even harder to just constantly cut her down behind her back. She 10000% deserves better than what she's being given in MK, moreso than pretty much any other character, because at the moment she's just a slow burn tragedy with her protag friend lying to her and using her as much as he can get away with, and that he will continue to get away with because of main character privilege.

[sunwukongsthings]

I CAN FLY ON A CLOUD NOW!HEHEHEHEE!

"WHAT?"

[retquits]

now I can’t get the thought out since it’s stuck with me but imagine Hayden with a man bun, he has that luscious hair 👀

how does it feel to be SO correct anon

[smilesatdawnmain]

Part Two to THIS

UnTaken Au~

The little cubs.

[chonggen]

Im sorry if i have already asked this but i wanted to ask how NK and MK would react if they knew we viewers existed

Answer this one more time but different

More MANLY FACE (I think…? Maybe?)

Note: 【 BURN 】 means burnt offering for dead people so that they can obtain mortal realm’s stuff.

[artepti]

Your LLR au is amazing!

Though now I can’t help but wish for a version where Macaque and Wukong were captured earlier and MK was somehow hatched under LBD watch. The shadowpeach love would have unknowingly doomed the world by giving LBD exactly what she wants. A Champion.

Thank you!! I'm happy you enjoy it! :D And heheh, alright I'll indulge you! I’ll warp LLRs canon here and there a bit to fit this narrative, so take what I say with a grain of salt! :D

This may lead to two outcomes. In one, they love MK too much to harm him and surrender, resigning themselves to the twisted version of family that LBD allows, even if it means erasing parts of who they are. In another, they defeat LBD, but the result is uncertain. MK might be freed (yayy some light at the end of the tunnel) or her magic could have sunk too deep, leaving his mind trapped. 

In the latter case, Wukong and Mac would choose to stay by his side, letting go of their past grudges to care for him for the rest of their lives, no matter how corrupted his mind may be.

│ Next

First (of the OG LLR AU) 

Also, to the other person who sent me an ask a bit ago, fear not I will certainly answer it, I just can't do that right now, as it might spoil what happens next in LLR! :D 

Lastly, a small ss under the cut against all the angst

(Took me some time to get him there, but everything for Shadowpeach--)

[helsensm]

"How did you and Raiden become friends?"

answer for mk ask on telegram

[iliketangerines]

wife please kuai liang facesitting wife please wife you know how i feel about this wife PUHLEASE

kuai liang banging his fists on the table and just staring at reader going "HOLY FUCK JUST SIT ON MY FUCKING FACE ALREADY" (i'm lying his ass would not do that)

entangled in your wamrth

a/n: @partycatty college is kicking me down into the darkest pits of hell right now

pairing: kuai liang x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), porn with feelings, pussy eating, face sitting, brief overstimulation, creampie

Kuai Liang scratched at the side of his face, observing you training the initiates from the other side of the sparring fields

it had been a few months since the Shirai Ryu had been established, and things were finally settling down: initiates had started training, the buildings were coming along, and Takeda had finally managed to calm down enough to not try and escape every day

the only thing he had yet to do was marry you

his engagement ring sat heavy on the thread around his neck, glinting the sunlight into his eyes and reminding him of the delay

yours similarly hung around a thread around your neck, the metal tucked underneath your tanktop to keep it from flying around while you showcased the moveset

perhaps it was just the uncertainty of the future: if plans would change, if Bi Han would attack, if Liu Kang would require them

he didn’t want to have to keep pushing the date of the wedding further and further back, disappointing both you and him

Tomas called out his name and snapped Kuai Liang out of his thoughts, and his younger brother looked at him with an amused smile

“you know, you really should marry them soon. everyone here is itching to see you two get married.” Tomas stood next to Kuai Liang, slightly bumping his shoulder into the grandmaster’s as a he gave a cheeky grin

“besides, we all see how you two stare at each other. it’s only a matter of time before something happens.” the gray assassin laughs and turns into smoke as Kuai Liang turns his head and goes to smack his younger brother

he scowls as the gray smoke moves away and toward you, materializing into Tomas

over the soft breeze, Kuai Liang could hear his brother challenging you to a spar, to show off your moves to the initiates properly

you smile at the gray assassin and slightly crouch, beckoning him to attack you first, and Tomas grins at you, lowering himself into his fighting stance

Kuai Liang watches from the side, heat creeping up his neck as Tomas’s comment plays in his head while he watches you fight

you’ve stripped off the upper layers of your uniform underneath the heat of the sun, your pants hanging onto your hips and exposing your soft underbelly

he turns his head away, fingers reaching up to play with the metal ring on his necklace, but his eyes dart back to you just for a moment

even through the fabric of the bottoms, your strength still shows with how you leap into the air, grappling with Tomas even as he tries to dodge you

it’s an impressive sight, and Kuai Liang watches as you take down Tomas, wrapping your thighs around his neck and slamming him to the ground and disorienting him

he taps at the side of your thigh, and you release him, helping Tomas up as the initiates cheer and clap for your win

Tomas goes to leave, but you grab back onto his hand, telling him to stay, you need a practice dummy to show off all your moves

the assassin pales and turns into wisps of smoke, flying toward Kuai Liang and appearing right behind him before solid hands push the grandmaster out from underneath the shade of the pagoda and into the light of the sun

you laugh when you see Kuai being pushed and you walk over, sweat covering your skin, and yet despite the heat, you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him into a kiss

Kuai Liang places one hand on your hip, the other coming up to cradle your upper back and bring you in closer as he tastes you on his tongue

you taste like black tea, the last drink you had, and you smell of sweat and musk and you

he wouldn’t change a single thing truly, and he melts into your embrace, trying to drag you closer into him, almost trying to bring you into him

you pull back first, breathless, and look up at him with a knowing smile, “you really miss me that much?”

Kuai Liang keeps his hold on you, laughing softly and sneaking in another kiss to the corner of your lips, “of course i did. how could i not?”

you roll your eyes at the comment but nonetheless smile at the corniness, peeling yourself off of him and grabbing onto his hand to drag him to the initiates

already, he misses your warmth against him, and he sighs in discontent at the fact that he couldn’t hold you a bit longer

“Tomas doesn’t want to help, so you’re going to have to help me. all you have to do is stand still and look pretty,” you turn back to him with a smirk, “not like it’ll be hard for you”

Kuai Liang lets out a laugh and murmurs a quiet agreement, too distracted with how the light breeze plays with your hair and how the edges of your eyes crinkle up when you smile or how your face brightens every time you see him

placing him in front of all the initiates, they bow and greet him properly, and he bows back, letting them sit down as they watch the demonstration

it’s nothing too complicated what you show, simple kicks and hits and dodges, fundamentals to more complicated moves

you send them off to practice and weave in between their fighting forms, correcting their posture, their form, and reminding them of the moves

Kuai Liang moves off to the side, sitting down on the steps leading down to the training fields, and watches as you teach, fingering the ring hanging on his necklace again

as the sun starts to set, the kids lay on the field, out of breath and sore from practicing all day, and you laugh and tell them to go and get dinner and have fun before bed

they all go to leave, but one student’s hand shoots into the air, “wait! can you show that one move again? it was so cool!”

you tilt your head and look for the questioning voice, smiling at a young girl, “of course i can, which move do you want to see?”

“the one where you wrapped your legs around Master Smoke’s neck and took him down just like that!” the girl slaps her hand down for dramatic effect, and you laugh

your head turns to Kuai Liang, and you jerk your head to bring him to the yard

he obliges and walks to the middle of the field, crouching down to prepare for the blow, and you set yourself up across the field from him, bouncing up on the balls of your feet before crouching down

a second passes as you both collect your breath, and then you charge at him

Kuai Liang instinctively moves to get away, but you immediately adjust, leaping up into the air perfectly and swinging yourself up to wrap your legs around his neck and squeezing

he falls down to the ground, grunting and pulling at your legs but you remain firm, squeezing your thighs even tighter around his neck

his hand frantically taps at the side of your thigh, and you loosen your hold on him, smiling and laughing while the initiates clap once again

you stand up from the ground, shooing them off to get dinner, but Kuai Liang remains on the ground, an arm draped across his burning face as he tries to control his breathing

not ever had he really thought about your legs like that once, yes he had admired the muscle, the strength you held, the beauty of your body

but he had never once considered that he would find it so…arousing

of course, he knew about it, as careful as his father was, the three teenage boys had managed to find a way to scrounge up erotic art

he remembers glancing at it, unsure if it really was that appealing or not before turning to the next page

his memory replaces the picture with you and him, your thighs surrounding his head, your scent enveloping him completely, your pleasure dripping down his face all because of him

another flash of heat travels up his neck, and he can smell his clothing starting to burn and fringe at the edges from the embarrassment

“Kuai Liang, are you okay?” you peer over him, crouching down to examine him, and he sits up and clears his throat, waving his hand in the air

“i’m okay, just a little caught off-guard.” he tries to hide the raspiness in his voice, the thought of your thighs wrapped around his head prevailing frustratingly

a sudden wave of jealousy bubbles up in his stomach at the thought that you had wrapped your thighs around previous opponents before

he had watched you perform the move countless times, it was almost your signature move at this point, and Kuai Liang has to smack himself internally to shake off the envy

you hold your hand up for him to grab, and he pulls himself up, hoping that you didn’t notice the heat in his palms

“come on, let’s go and get dinner. i’m starving.” you bemoan it dramatically, holding onto his hand and practically dragging him out of the field

your ring comes loose from your tanktop, catching the last fleeting rays of the setting sun

Kuai Liang wonders if the time will ever be right to marry you, if time will ever permit, there would always be something to attend, something to fight, something to defend

coldness creeps up onto the tips of his fingers at the thought of never being able to marry you, to seal his love for you in history, to let the world know that he loved you so greatly and devoted his entire life to you

Kuai Liang tugs your hand into his before you can disappear to the dining halls

“let’s get married. right now.” Kuai Liang sounds breathless, feels breathless as he says it

you turn around with wide eyes, brows lifted in surprise at his rudeness, and he grabs onto your other hand and rubs his thumb over the top of your hand

“i don’t know what’s going to happen in the future, if the Lin Kuei will attack, if Liu Kang will summon us, but i do know i want to marry you. i want to marry you before it all happens.” Kuai Liang rushes the words out, nervousness creeping into his voice

you stare at him slightly open-mouthed, your breath so quiet that Kuai Liang has to strain to hear it, and he struggles to keep his hands still as he hold onto yours

a small smile creeps up onto your face, and you laugh, throwing your arms around him and squeezing him tightly

“of course i will, Kuai. let’s do it.” you bring your head back to look into his eyes, sparkling with something bright, and you bring yourself forward to kiss him

Kuai Liang meets you with just as much force, teeth clacking together painfully, and you pull back slightly enough to laugh at how eager the both of you are before pressing back in

the next day, the both of you sign the marriage certificate at the office down in the town by the Shirai Ryu

neither of you can let go of each other’s hand as the both of you walk back up the mountain,  smiling and giggling at each other

bark litters the back of your shirt from how many times Kuai Liang backs you into a tree and starts kissing you, hands gripping tightly onto you everywhere, your shoulders, your waist, your hips

when you both finally make it back up, Tomas stands there with crossed arms, a small smile on his face

“so you two finally decided to tie the knot?” Tomas teases Kuai Liang, but the gray assassin gives his grandmaster a small gift bag for the both of you

Kuai Liang smiles and looks to you, “yes we did.” he squeezes your hand, and you squeeze it back, smiling back at him

“i thought i would be your best man, Kuai, but alas, i guess i’m not your true brother after all.” Tomas sighs dramatically, and Kuai Liang rolls his eyes, resisting the urge to punch him in the shoulder

“of course we’ll have a proper ceremony in time,” your husband brings you in a bit closer, “just couldn’t wait any longer.”

“well then, we’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day then. go and have some fun” with a small wink, Tomas disappears before Kuai Liang can grab him, face burning

it was bad enough that he had found something out about himself yesterday, and it was even worse that Tomas knew what you two were going to do

he opens the gift bag, and the both of you look inside

Kuai Liang thinks he is going to kill his brother as he stares at a bottle of lube, burn cream, and a small box of condoms sitting at the bottom of the bag

you laugh at the gift and tug on his hand, “well come on then. let’s take some time for ourselves. i think we deserve a bit of celebration.”

he wants to be mad at his brother and chase him down around the compound, but he really could never resist your smile, at least not when you looked like that

Kuai Liang lets you drag him through the hallways, blood rushing south as he stares at the back of your thighs, the way your pants hug the curve of your ass

the memory of you wrapping your legs around his neck flits into his head again, and he lets out a quiet groan at the thought, relief flooding through him at the sight of his bedroom door

neither of you waste time, Kuai Liang slides the door close and immediately brings you into his arms to kiss you, melting into your touch, your warmth as you grab onto him

his hands slide down your back, and he cups the curve of your ass, kneading at the plushness and groaning into your mouth

you laugh a bit at his eagerness, pulling back to make a teasing comment, but he doesn’t let you, unwilling to part from your lips even for just a second

he presses further into you, groaning into your warmth, the softness of it, the gentle way it surrounded him, the way it curled inside of him and sent life blazing through his soul

patting softly at your buttocks, he groans for you to jump, and you do so easily, wrapping your legs around his waist, thighs hugging him to tightly

he walks towards the bed, setting you down gently onto the soft sheets and being careful to not crush you with his weight as he presses his lips into yours

you groan, hands clutching onto the back of his uniform, back arching into him, and he settles his hips down further, to press his aching heat into yours

the pressure forces a choked grunt out of him, heat spreading from his stomach and through his body, and you moan into his mouth, rolling your hips against him

Kuai Liang turns his face to bury it into your neck, letting out small moans and whimpers as you grind against him, and he attaches his lips to your neck, lightly nipping at your skin

a small surprised yelp falls from your lips, but you don’t push him away, rather your hands grow tighter, tugging his shirt downward

he places the flat of his tongue over the bite mark, soothing the soft skin and tasting you, and Kuai Liang pulls away, his body aching to grow close to your touch once again

his hands work quickly on your uniform, undoing the sash and belts and buckles, and his mouth slightly parts at he works your top off of your shoulders, showing your chest to him

slowly, his brings his hands from your shoulders and feels your chest as you breathe heavily, your own hands holding onto his upper arms, squeezing and kneading at the muscle

Kuai Liang lets you, too distracted with the muscle he can feel underneath his fingertips, the proof of your hard work and training underneath his touch

he traces the scars you’ve gotten over the years, from trying out new weapons and moves, from sparring your allies and fighting the enemies

tracing the scars with his fingers first, he then lays a feverish kiss on every single one of them, murmuring praises every time

your heat warms him, the embarrassment in your voice as you moan and complain, telling him to stop, but your hands remain steady on his arms and then his hair as he moves further down

slowly, carefully, he undoes the belt holding your bottoms up, and he wets his lips as he exposes every inch of new skin, your stomach, muscle showing up as you tense up your abs when he kisses the softness

his hands bring your bottoms down your thighs, your ankles, and then to the floor, and your legs remain on top of his shoulders, keeping you exposed to him

you’ve gone silent, fingers nervously playing with the strands of his hair that have come loose, and you open your mouth, “you don’t have to, Kuai, i know-”

you interrupt yourself with a gasp as he brings his fingers up to part your pussy lips, staring at the mess you’ve already created for yourself

and all he’s done is kiss you

Kuai Liang glances up at you, “of course, i want to, how could i not?”

he wastes no time after that, pressing his mouth to your pussy, using his tongue to spread the folds and collect your taste on his tongue

it tastes like you, distinctly you, and he moves his head in further for more, his nose bumping and grinding against your clit, the friction making you gasp and whine

wrapping his arms underneath your thighs, he tries to drag you closer, frustrated that he can’t get deep enough, eager to make you whine and whimper

he can’t fuck his tongue deep enough into you, can’t hold onto you as tightly, can’t taste you as well, frustration wells up in his chest

his hips rut into the bed instinctively, the rhythm inconsistent and jerky, too engrossed with your pleasure to try and get himself to cum

he whines into your pussy, and he pulls away, glancing up at you as you let out a disappointed sound and look down

“i need more. i need more of you. i need you to sit on my face.” Kuai Liang crawls up, patting at the side of your thigh to get you to move as well

“what? i mean, are you sure? i don’t want to hurt you.” you move to get on your knees but kneel next to his head, not quite moving yourself above him just yet

he frowns, a hand grabbing onto the flesh of your thigh and squeezing it slightly, “please. you won’t hurt me. i promise.”

you oblige with his plea, moving slowly until you hover above him, your heat just a few inches away from his face

Kuai Liang moves his arms, grabbing onto your legs and pulling you down onto his face, his tongue fucking into you and nose grinding into your clit again

this time he can taste you, feel every part of you, how your thighs trembles around his head, how your pussy tightens around his tongue

your hips jerk onto his face, and you let out a whine, hand flying down to grip onto his mussed hair

he groans at the feeling, pulling you down tighter onto him, relishing in the feeling of you tightening your legs around his head as your clit grinds harder on his nose

it’s addicting, the way you slowly start to grind on his face, your pleasure spreading across his face, your taste coating his tongue

through the muffle of your thighs surrounding his head, Kuai Liang can still hear your choked moans and whimpers, how you whine out his name and gasp

his fingers dig into the flesh of your thigh, heating up as he moans into your cunt, eyes closing as he savors the taste of you

he thrusts his hips into the air, almost instinctively to try and find any friction against his aching cock, but Kuai Liang finds that he can’t really care

no, not when you sound so sweet, taste so delicious, feel so wonderful wrapped so tightly around his head

you gasp out his name, a short warning, and he fucks his tongue eagerly into you, tasting how you release on his tongue, feeling how you grind desperately onto his face

gripping onto you even tighter, he tries to drag you down further, to get more of you, and you whimper and gasp, thighs tensing as you jump up

his arms keep you firmly attached to him, even as you whine that it’s too much, that you just came

but you don’t even attempt to try and get up, still grinding down onto him and gripping onto his hair like a lifeline

Kuai Liang fucks his tongue into, wanting to at least get one more out of you, just one, and he moans into your pussy

you let out a pitiful choked moan of his name when you come on his face again, and he lets you ride out the vestiges of your orgasm, tongue lapping up into you to try and get every drop

slowly, you bring yourself up, thighs trembling with effort as you move yourself off of him and onto the bed, laying on your back and staring up at the ceiling

Kuai Liang turns over to look at you, licking his lips as he stares at you

your chest rises and falls rapidly, a slight sheen of sweat coats your skin, and your hair is messy and frizzy from the heat of the room

you look beautiful, and Kuai Liang gently tilts your head so that he can kiss you, needing to feel you against him again

letting him guide you, he keeps your head tilted and his lips to you, kissing you, tasting you, feeling you against him

your hand gropes at his pants, and he pulls away, “ah. you don’t have to.”

“i want to. i really do. come on-” you slightly squint at him as you paw at his pants a bit fruitlessly, head still fuzzy from the orgasms

Kuai Liang sheepishly smiles at you, feeling his face flare with heat, “...i already came. i need a few minutes.”

you stare at him with wide eyes, “just from…?”

he responds with a nod, glancing away from your amused face to your thighs, looking at the thick muscle shake as you begin to laugh

grinning at you, he shuffles downward and throws your thighs back over his shoulders, and you let out a surprised squeak and stare down at him

“now, who’s laughing?” he knows it’s a corny line, and you can’t even get an answer out before he places the flat of his tongue against your clit, leaving the long drag on the sensitive bud

“that’s! that’s not fair! you can’t-hnng!” you cut yourself off with a small sound as Kuai Liang wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly on it

his eyes flutter close as you try and stutter out a curse, and he simply smiles against your pussy, moving down to fuck his tongue back into you

you whine and grip back onto his hair, your head tilting back into the pillows as he tastes you on his tongue

he really could stay here forever, forever surrounded in you, your thighs squeezing his head tightly, your sweet moans filling his ears

his tongue laps at you endlessly, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you, and he can feel himself growing hard again, his hips rutting against the bed and his cum sticking to the cloth of his underwear

whimpering, he pulls his pants down, just enough for him to fist the base of his cock and keep himself from cumming

“Kuai- please please--nngh, i want you,” you plea with him, voice breathless and a little hoarse, and he looks up to you, how you look at him so openly

he brings himself up, keeping your thighs up on his shoulders as he brings himself up to kiss you, pulling off the rest of his pants with one hand as moans into your mouth

you whimper into his mouth as he grinds against you, stifled gasps escaping you every time the head of his cock catches against your clit

throwing his pants off to the side, he parts from you, leaning his forehead against yours, “okay, i got you. i have you.”

slowly, he pushes in, and your hands fly up from the bedsheets to dig your nails into his shoulders, a loud keen tearing from your lips

he doesn’t stop, slowly pushing into you, wincing as small tears leak from the sides of your eyes, and he kisses them with gentle lips until his hips press flush against yours

you pant heavily, still gasping for air, your pussy clenching around him tightly, as if trying to push him out

Kuai Liang resists a moan, instead breathing heavily, waiting for you to adjust, to calm down until you felt okay again

he wants patiently, pressing kisses to your face everywhere, murmuring that he had you, that he was here, that he loved you

slowly, surely, you start to relax, your breathing evening out, and you open up your teary eyes to stare into his

one hand moves from his shoulder to cup the back of his neck as you bring him in for another kiss, never being able to have enough of each other

his hips move slowly, barely thrusting into you, testing the waters, and when you only give a small weak moan, he pulls back a little further, thrusts a little harder

the pleasure is all-consuming, swallowing him from the inside out, burning him up until he was a bright star in the sky

your moans echo into his ears, bringing him high above, and how you squeeze around him as Kuai thrusting in faster and faster

it’s the wet slick sound of sex in the air, his hips rutting into yours unevenly, desperately, wanting to feel every bit of you

reaching his thumb down, he rubs it against your clit, feeling how you clench and tense around him, a high-pitched whine of his name flying into the air

“please, please,” he moans into your mouth, wanting to feel you cum on his cock, for you to cum with him, he needs it, needs you

you hum into his mouth, craving him just as much, and he groans into you as his hips stutter as you clench around him

he doesn’t stop thrusting into you, hips slow and sloppy as you both cum, and you pull back and rest your forehead against his, eyelids fluttering close as you try to calm your breath

Kuai Liang does the same, careful not to put all his weight into you as he moves your thighs from his shoulders down to wrap around his waist

neither of you make a move to clean up, too absorbed with each other, engulfed with each other’s warmth,each other’s love

“are you okay?” Kuai Liang breaks the silence first, opening his eyes to stare into yours, the peaceful look on your face, devoid of stress and tears

you hum an agreement, “mhm, just tired now”

“let me clean you up then.” Kuai Liang moves, but your fingernails firmly dig into his shoulder

“no, stay with me, just a few more minutes…please” it’s barely a whisper, voice hoarse and scratchy, weighed down by exhaustion

“...okay, just a few minutes.”

you both fall asleep in each other’s arms

[monkie-man]

MK please make your boyfriend rest.

Finally finished training to make sure he was sleeping :)) ( had to convince PIF to lay on off the work she gave him :( )

[3d-wifey]

I've read that Johnny NSFW alphabet like 30 times, it was so gooddddd, there's been no good Johnny Cage smut or writing in general honestly. Your Johnny just feels so in character and you're feeding me crumbs, I need moreeee 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (that sneak peek made me levitate)

Show 'em Who I Belong To

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader Synopsis: Johnny has seriously pissed you off this time, like, royally. The "begging on his knees" kind of pissed off. But luckily, he knows just the thing to do to prove he’s sorry. Word Count: 2.58k Playlist: Here's a Johnny Cage playlist to read his smut or just get inspo from, I made it myself TW: Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, dom!reader, sub!johnny cage, switch!Reader, switch!johnny cage, dom!johnny cage, sub!Reader, Forgiveness, Making Up, Apology Sex, Vaginal Penetration, Recording, Sex Tapes, Exhibitionism, Begging, Hand Jobs, Grinding, Crying During Sex, johnny cage loves you, johnny cage is just really really dumb, celebrity!reader, No Spoilers, Making Out, "straight" couple, johnny's slutty little slacks, Johnny cage is a little shit, Pussy drunk, cock drunk, Praise Kink, simp johnny cage, no other canon characters show up in this, Smut, Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut A/N: Since the poll I put on Tumblr voted for switch!Johnny, that's what I'm doing! This chapter will mostly be sub!johnny and dom!reader with a switch at the end. It's a bit of a mixed pov, but it's mainly from the reader's pov. Nothing but Dom!Johnny in the next chapter and sorry if the quality was lacking, I've slept a total of 10 hours in a span of 72 hours. CHECK OUT THAT JOHNNY NSFW ALPHABET I WROTE, IT'S CONSIDERED CANON TO THIS! Part 2 (tbm) Ao3

Your acrylics tap a beat onto the arm of the plush white couch as you read the tweet on your phone.

" Johnny Cage spotted cozying up on set with Co-Star. Has the star finally met his match? " Your nails stop and you glance at where Johnny kneels fidgeting on the floor in front of you before looking back to the screen.

He spreads his hands. "Okay, I know this looks bad." His voice floats in the otherwise quiet mansion. "But will you please stop ignoring me?"

You look down your nose at him. "Is this enough attention for you?" You sneer and he grimaces.

"My PR team cooked this up a while ago and they've been hounding me about it for ages. It was so unimportant to me that it sorta...slipped my mind." He shrugs and your glare hardens him. " C'mon , babe, it's just a little publicity stunt our agents had us do for the movie. It doesn't mean anything." He laughs and his nonchalance about the situation is pissing you off more than you already are.

"Do I look like I'm laughing?" You fume and his brows furrow. "This isn't funny, Jonathan."

" Oof, " he winces, "government name."

You're both celebrities, you know what you signed up for when you agreed to date him after years and years of his begging and truly horrible pickup lines.

You're not mad about the situation itself, not really. You've gotten into drama before loads of times to drum up hype around a new project, but nothing like this. At least, not while you were dating Johnny. 

You're mad that you had to find out about it from the trending page on Twitter along with a slew of concerned messages from your friends, family, and manager.

You scroll down and read messages concerned fans have posted, worried that you and Johnny have broken up or, worse, that he cheated on you. But you know that he knows that you know he wouldn’t dare.

"Look at this shit." You shove your phone in his face. The screen reflects off the sunglasses that sit low on the bridge of his nose and he squints as the brightness nearly blinds him. "'I hope this isn't how she finds out.' 'I'd be so embarrassed if I was her.' 'I knew Johnny wouldn't stay faithful for long.'"

He looks from you to the screen and then back to you. "...You're mad."

You stare down at him.

"You are un- fucking -believable.” You move to stand up, but he grabs ahold of your hips.

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry, I'm sorry ! I didn't mean to upset you. Next time, I'll give you a heads up— I mean I'll run it by you.” Johnny corrects, pulling you closer when you try to pull away again. "What can I do to make it up to you, huh?" The muscles in his biceps flex against you as he wraps his arms around your waist. You try to stay firm, but it's pretty hard when he's pressing reverent kisses to your stomach.

You shiver from the coldness of his rings as he runs a big hand up your calf, traveling up your outer thigh to hook the hem of your dress at your hip before repeating the process up your other leg.

You want to stay mad—you are mad. This is incredibly careless and he didn't consider your feelings at all and...and you don't want him to think he can get out of trouble by kissing up to you. But, begrudgingly, you card your fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck.

"I'm still really upset about this, Johnny." You frown.

"I know, sweetheart. And I really am sorry. But, hey! I know something that'll make us both feel better." He grins up at you and you let him lead you back to the couch with a huff, dropping down once the back of your calves brush the white upholstery. 

“I’m sure you do.” You roll your eyes, spreading your legs to make room for him without thinking. “How would you —ahh !” You yelp at the sudden pinprick of pain on the skin of your inner thigh and it morphs into a moan when the pinch is quickly followed by a warm heat. You look down in time to see the pink of Johnny’s tongue as he licks over the tender spot—tender because he bit you like a damn dog!

“I’m sorry, what were you saying? I couldn’t really hear you over all those cute little noises.” You can feel the shit-eating grin against your skin as he talks. “You’re so sensitive. Definitely not a complaint—it does amazing things to my ego.” He laughs, hooking his hands under the back of your knees and pushing your legs up until the heels of your feet are balancing precariously on the edge of the seat.

He grips your hips, pulling you further down the couch and closer to his face. He moves your legs so your feet rest on his shoulders, the white polish of your toenails reflecting the light.

He leans in and you hold your breath in anticipation. You don’t want him to think he can just distract you and you’ll forget about being mad at him but—he leans in close to where the skirt of your sundress rucks up around your stomach, warm breath making you clench around nothing with each pant—but you like getting ate out almost as much as Johnny likes to do it.

You sigh as the warm, wet heat of his tongue drags across the damp seat of your panties. 

" Johnny. " You whine in frustration, fingers tightening in his sandy hair, as he pulls away as quickly as he came.

"Hold on, sweetheart. I think you're gonna like this." He grins, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. You pause as he unlocks it and presents it to you, camera on and recording you.

"What the hell are you doing?" You try to push as much disapproval into your voice as you can as you flip it from the front-facing camera to the rear one, but that’s an almost impossible task since he’s rubbing his nose up and down the crease of where your thigh meets your pussy. You end up sounding far more breathy than intended.

"What?” He grins into the camera. “You can watch this whenever you need a reminder of who I belong to." He says and if you weren't wet before, you definitely are now.

For as long as you’ve known him, Johnny has never been one to half-ass anything . It’s whole ass or nothing with him putting 110% into everything he’s faced with. However, when you first started dating, you hadn’t thought that would hold up when he had his head between your legs—yet another thing Johnny went out of his way to prove you wrong about.

The camera captures it the moment he pushes your panties to the side; he’s in his element.

There’s no preamble, no warning. Johnny dives in giving you no time to prepare for the shock of pleasure. You jerk away, but he holds onto your hips, hands becoming heavy weights you can’t lift. 

“You always taste so good for me, it’s insane.” He groans as your thighs try to squeeze his head, but he keeps them open easily. You sigh shakily at the casual show of strength. “I’d stay down here forever if you’d let me.” You bite your lip to muffle your soft moans, reminding yourself to steady the phone every few seconds, but forgetting to do so almost as soon as you do. But you can’t be blamed when Johnny gives head like he’s training for the Olympics; trying to break his previous record each attempt. You’ve been eaten out by people other than Johnny—of course, you have. It’s a requirement—but none of your past lovers come anywhere close to this. Johnny blows them out of the water every time.

That would be fine if you didn’t factor in his ego. Which would also be fine…any other day. But today, after the shit he pulled, you aren’t in the mood. This is supposed to be his way of apologizing, after all. So before he can get any ideas, you blink past the haze he’s put you in and grab the back of his neck. His back stiffens. He glances up at you and the shift is so swift that you doubt the camera even picked it up. His shoulders relax, almost limp against you, wide eyes going lidded as his grip on you softens.

“I know you can be louder than that, Johnny. I, hah , wanna hear how sorry you are. You are sorry, right?” You narrow your eyes.

His words are muffled since he refuses to take his mouth off of you, but you’re able to make out ‘yes’ and ‘princess’ which is good enough for you. Through the camera, you manage to get his pleading eyes and his hand unabashedly palming his bulge in the same frame and you smile around a moan.

"Are you hard, Johnny?" He doesn't hesitate to nod enthusiastically, and you feel yourself throb in his mouth. You're sure if your feet were on the ground he'd be grinding against your leg shamelessly. His body knows this too since his hips keep making aborted little thrusts, itching for relief from his tight gray slacks. "Heh, of course, you are. You can't help yourself, c–can you? Go on, then.”

He pauses, assessing you for a second to see if you’ll follow it up with anything else. You’re being surprisingly benevolent. He always has to work to earn your approval when you get like this, any pleasure he gets is dictated by you—not that he’s complaining—and that’s on the days when he hasn’t pissed you off. He honestly didn’t think he’d be cumming tonight, but he won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. 

He buries his tongue in you, licking from your pulsing hole to your throbbing clit as his hands work to unbuckle his belt and pull his dick out. He groans in relief once he’s free, squeezing the base of his dick so he doesn’t cum too quickly. You’re certainly not helping, shivering against him like a house in a storm and he moans in synch with you when you yank on his hair.

He freezes at the press of sharp nails at the nape of his neck. He shivers at the slight pinch of pain before leaning into it and you reward him with smoothing down the hair there. He stops the movement of his hands, but not his mouth.

“If you’re touching yourself, you’ll do it slowly or not at all. You wanna make it up to me, don’t you? Yeah ?” You hiss as he nods against you, mouth a tight suction on your clit. “Then you don’t cum until I do.” Normally he’s more bratty than this, making you fuck the submission out of him, but he must really be sorry because he does just as you say. He slows down as you instruct, his sharp brows furrowing as one of his hands grip the fat of your thigh. His other hand jerks him off haltingly like he actively has to remind himself to obey you. 

“You’re being so good for me, baby.” You gush, squirming in his hold. “ Mmh, s’fucking good.” You have to adjust your grip on his phone when he grunts at your praise, uncertain if you should jerk away or towards the vibrations. You run your nails over his scalp before yanking on his blond hair and he moans like a pornstar, hips thrusting into his hand. To the untrained eye—or ear—it seems like he’s playing it up for the camera, performing, but he’s always this loud. Especially when he’s got your pussy in his mouth.

It's almost embarrassing, the wet sounds of Johnny sloppily eating you out. Your moans mix with his and bounce around the mansion's walls with a filthy echo the longer this goes on. 

He stiffens his tongue and you know what he wants. You move your hand to the back of his head, gripping the soft strands to pull him forward. You thrust your hips with helpless, heady moans as you fuck his face. His heavy gaze burns through the camera to stare up at you with his tongue out. The corner of his mouth quirks up into a smirk and he winks. You throw your head back, eyes closed with an obscene moan and he moves forward to press his nose against your clit, tongue flat as you move his head side to side.

“Johnny , mmh, ‘m gonna, f– fuck, ‘m gonna cum!” You cry and he moans into you in response. You glance down to see his foggy glasses riding low on his nose and he stares right back, brown eyes half open but full of lust. The apples of his flushed cheeks become accentuated, sharpening with his grin. The barest hint of teeth brush your clit before pressing against it and you jerk back with the strength of your orgasm. Your mouth falls open with a repeated whine of his name, legs shaking as you hold his head still.

“Damn.” He curses, pulling away when your muscles untense. He doesn't bother wiping his mouth, wearing your slick like a trophy as he smiles into the camera. “Should’ve got that on camera. It was a money shot.” You scoff, smiling despite yourself. You pull his glasses off and sit them on your head before you press stop on the camera and toss the phone on the couch beside you, pulling him to you by the open collar of his button-up. You kiss him deep, tasting yourself on his tongue with a groan. His hands go to your hips and you wrap your legs around his waist, licking into his mouth. 

“You played dirty.” You slide your hand down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as you go. You grab his dick, still hard and leaking against his stomach. He laughs before whimpering into your mouth at your touch, rutting up into it. You swipe a thumb across his tip where precum drips down the underside of the head. "You're so wet, baby. This all for me?" You pull away to lick yourself off him, tongue dragging across the skin of his chin as you twist your wrist with every upward stroke. 

"Are you joking? O–of course. Can, shit , can you blame me?” He puffs into your neck, hot air warming your neck as you alternate between licking and kissing his jaw. His fingers spasm around your hips, and your hands fly to his shoulders when he pulls you forward until your ass is barely on the edge of the couch. Now he’s in the perfect position to—

You gasp as he ruts against you, still sensitive as his dick slides between your pussy lips. There’s no friction with how wet you both are and with every upwards thrust he bumps your twitching clit. 

“Wait, I’m— mmnh —Johnny, I’m sensitive.” 

“Ah, ah, sweetheart. You said I can cum when you do,” you jump when he nips at your neck, strong arms wrapping around your back holding you tight to him. “Besides, I’m not done apologizing.” You rock against him despite your complaining. The overwhelming feeling only increases when he bends over you to reach something, and it’s enough to distract you from the sound a phone makes when you press record.

[crimsonbubble]

maybe this is the brainrot but I wanna overstim these mk1 mfs- tomas, bi-han, liu kang, kenshi, syzoth- lemme grab those mfs thighs when I'm giving head and suck until their soul comes out. lemme ride until they're DRY. I'm eating at the bars of my enclosure rn smfh mk1 got me actin up

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, oral, overstimulation, a bit of temp play, dacryphilia, cum play, cum eating *not proofread, just pure horny

[no words. same]

The way they're all built relatively buff so grabbing their thighs while you suck them off might make me explode

I want to see their eyes roll back

I want to see them in tears from the overstim

I want to see them twitch and shake from how good they're feeling

I want to drain him.

I want to milk him for all he's worth

I want to make him watch

They're men, so at the end of the day they love to have a pretty ass bouncing on their dick

But they don't account for how fucking horny you are

And they can only sit there while you grind and swivel your hips

I know some of them whimper

I need to hear it

Some of them probably have a mommy kink but that's a topic for another day

I just know that they like it sloppy

Even if it seems out of character

Deep down in my boobs, I know that some of them are freaky and love it nice and messy *cough* raiden/tomas/kuai liang *cough*

[dcmkanswers]

Thank you for your answer... Um... What do you think Kaito gonna do if he know that his dad still alive? and chikage didn't tell him?

I think he'd ask if Chikage knew about it first before getting mad at her for not telling him about Toichi. And as bad as it is that Kaito's main motivation for being KID is meaningless, we don't actually know if Chikage knows Kaito's motives to begin with. ...Or even if Jii knows why.

...There's a solid chance that the only thing anyone really knows about why he decided to take up the mantle is that he said he'd become KID after learning that Toichi was indeed the original KID. They might not know that he intended to draw out Toichi's killer, much less that he succeeded in doing so.

And if that's the case, then I doubt he'd get too angry at Chikage, whether she knew Toichi was alive or not. The big question is whether or not she knew the circumstance surrounding Toichi's stage death and if she knew KID being in the public eye was more dangerous than just irritating the police.

As far as how he'd react to the big bombshell... it'd depend on the actual news/circumstance. If Toichi just showed up and said 'hey son, surprise, I'm alive', I think Kaito would punch him on the grounds of thinking it's some messed up lie. And after realizing that it's really Toichi, would probably still be angry, hurt, maybe slightly happy somewhere under that, all those messy feelings of someone who got hit hard by a loss and then learned it was a big lie. Might distance himself/pull away from everything. And even if his motive for being KID wasn't tied into the 'his dad was murdered' story, I doubt he'd want to continue being KID. (Unless it could be written in a way that he claims the identity for himself entirely separate from his dad, maybe with things like Jirokichi's challenges, someone else trying to use KID's name when the thief seemed to have disappeared for a while, general fan response, maybe commentary from his classmates. It could be done well, though maybe not by Gosho.)

Of course, there's also the idea of Toichi being alive, but, say, kidnapped. Or comatose. Or other reason that it was easier to believe he was dead, even without proof, and maybe information about what happened only being found recently. Which would shift the motive from revenge to rescue, and have the bonus of Kaito probably being more okay with still moonlighting as Kid from time to time, especially if Pandora became less about Toichi and more Kaito's personal mission.

[sunwukongsthings]

“MK!"

I'd wave at MK, grinning checkily

"mhm?"

[retquits]

your art is so so beautiful!! if you ever feel up to it and you keep drawing field of mistria characters, i hope you draw ryis one day!! i would love to see him in your art style :)

i have so got you anon!!! 💞

[smilesatdawnmain]

I was listening to Spotify the other day and I realized how perfectly We'll Be Fine from Epic the musical would fir for Nezha and MK in the Taken Au

OHH! I love this song!! It works so well!

I also slipped in a reference to chapter 2 of Taken, when Nezha couldn't bare to be in Wukong's life, knowing what he has done. Especially with Wukong unaware.

And seeing Xiaotian... knowing that Xiaotian was going to suffer his whole life because of him.

[chonggen]

Note : Time passes differently in the Celestial Realm ＆ the Mortal Realm. When a year passes i n the Mortal Realm, Celestial Realm only passes a day.

Eclipse Regressed - Masterpost

[ Chapter 0 ] Hero didn't BORN - Part 8

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1. Yup, totally MESSED UP. 2. Ofc, that fat ASS is still here. 3. Nezha is still need to guard the map and other missions. Nezha can change himself into different forms, adult's and child's ( the glamour form ). 4. And their relation is terrible.