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Bruh, I was reading as one does and, oh my novas, this has my heart wanting.

Gold Rush

ღ  a story of how your life changed after meeting a beautiful boy bathed in gold.

ღ  pairing: percy jackson x fem! reader

ღ  warnings: fluff and angst! (n many typos.. sorry i didn't proofread that much bye)

now playing ⇝ how deep is your love by bee gees

masterlist !

i.

'bad' would be a euphemism for the day that percy jackson had today.

he was on his way home with a sluggish drag in his steps, exhausted to the bone when some jackass almost hit him on the street twice. he was just trying to cross the road, for goodness sake. then on a—thankfully on every mortal's part—desolate alley, a dracanae decided to stop by and say hello, which of course he was going to fight it off.

and that led to now, with percy releasing a breathe that held a thousand burdens as he pushed the glass doors to an unfamiliar café down the street. there was a kind, inviting chalk board out at the front that spelled out "blueberry scone special :D", and he prays that this piece of pastry would be his salvation for this day. usually, he was pretty good at avoiding the disintegrated remains of the monsters after he killed them, but it just had to blow all over him on this day. he looked like one of those pretentious statues displayed on olympus. riptide was left hanging limply from his grip and he hoped the mist made it look at least normal.

the smell of rich coffee and a galore of baked good aromas shocked his senses when he entered the café, the bell above him singing out melodiously. it was almost everything all at once, the roasted tang of coffee beans, the pungent savor of cinnamon, the yeasty smell of bread and remnants of margarine that gave him a warm feeling inside his stomach. he almost took a double-take when he stepped onto the threshold. maybe it was his rest-deprived self acting out, or maybe it was his ravenous stomach speaking for itself, but percy thought this might just be the best impression of a café he's had in new york.

thankfully, the cashier was a lovely lady that greeted him with a bright chipper in her voice. percy smiled back tiredly at her, appreciating the glimmer of kindness that made his day just a little bit more bearable. after finishing his order off with a promising looking pastry and a warm cup of tea—not forgetting to bring home some extra for his mom, paul and estelle—, he headed over to the waiting line right at the corner of the shop, a minimally tinted glass window and the walnut counters caging the space to his right. percy was left in a droning stupor as he waited for his order, so much so that he didn't realize when someone stepped right beside him, asking a question that made his heart jolt with sudden adrenaline.

"do you usually walk around covered in gold while carrying a sword, or is it a special occasion?"

percy turned his head around so fast he almost had a whiplash.

the words nearly died in the back of his throat when he saw you. you looked so.. divine. he was questioning the existence of angels at the sight of you.

you were standing there with a gorgeous smile on your face, a linen bag hanging around your shoulders as you peered at him with a gaze that he thought was so acute. he didn't know if he was seeing things out of exhaustion.. but you were absolutely glowing. percy was practically gaping at you, both shocked at the fact that you could see through the mist and that you were just so breathtaking. he didn't even have the time to revert his sword back to its pen form, much less do anything about his.. glittery issue.

dam.. how was he supposed to answer your question? percy was sure it took a few seconds—minutes, even—for him to finally respond, feeling like a dang fool in love.

"my uh- my sister, just had a birthday party..?" he said it like he wasn't even sure about his answer, wincing slightly while he awkwardly stood there.

you only laughed at his response. he looked positively alarmed at the prospect of confrontation; his eyes were wide and his body tensed right in front of your eyes. you got the feeling that he wasn't telling the truth, but it was fun to play along with it. we all have our secrets anyways. "okay.. sure." you bit your lip to hold back the laugh that threatened to jump out of your lips.

"then, happy birthday to your sister." you tilted your head, eyebrows raised in clear amusement, the pearly whites of your teeth peeking through your lips.

the breathe of relief he let out looked almost comical to you. "yeah- thanks." he replied sheepishly, coughing out and rubbing the back of his neck in an attempt to hide his embarrassment, a blooming carmine hue kissing the expanse of his cheeks. it peeked through the collars of his shirt, too; you thought it was so adorable.

you took this moment to take a good look at the boy in front of you. he was handsome, there was no doubt about that. he had dark, sable hair that barely reflected the sun rays from the corner windows, a tall and fairly built body—you were sure he had muscles under that shirt he wore, you bet on it—, sun-kissed, bronzed skin that seemed to shimmer under the light. and it wasn't just because he had glitter sticking to him. but the most captivating thing about him were his eyes. his tempestuous eyes that seemed to glisten like turquoise liquor beneath the luminescence, intoxicating and bewitching by the way that it flickered with emotions that mirrored the currents of the sea. you've never seen anyone with irises quite like these before, and oh how they were a sight for sore eyes.

although, somewhere in the back of your head you swore you've seen him before..

"are you new around here? if i ever saw a stranger bathed in gold before, i know i would've noticed." you nudged his side with your elbows. you did realize how it was sort of weird that virtually no one besides you in this café even took a second glance at the boy. how could someone covered in golden dust while carrying a literal sword be unnoticeable. you deduced it as the people not caring how others presented themselves. you hoped that it was only a prop, though the sharp glint that slithered all the way down the bronze metal has doubts sprouting in your mind. you totally did not just disregard the weird situation he was in because he was cute.

"mhm, just a new yorker exploring new york." he chuckled and you couldn't help but admire him one more time.

"feels like you can never look around a corner without seeing somethin' new." percy finished it off with a shrug, body glittering slightly as the light reflected on the amber dust.

"agreed."

it was only a few peaceful seconds when the barista called out your order, effectively gaining the both of your attentions. 'coffee for y/n!'

y/n. so that was your name. it was beautiful, just like you.

he watched as you stepped forward, taking the drink from the barista's hands and thanking them with that beautiful smile again that shined like diamonds, walking to his direction.

"maybe i'll see you around here again stranger. and next time, you owe me your battle story. see ya, my knight in golden armor." you patted his shoulder and it gave him a whiff of your sweet perfume that had him closing his eyes in bliss. from a passing gale of wind it smelt like soft oriental: creamy and sweet with vanilla and cinnamon. but then it lingered around him to lay bare something much more opulent and smooth, like aromatics with a subtle sprinkle of warm spices. there was not another scent that was so unique to you, he thought.

and just like that you were out those double doors, the bells ringing above you and he couldn't help but gape at what just happened. he wasn't even able to stop you from walking away because his mind was still processing these events that seem to happen faster than he could comprehend. this was certainly a sudden rush from his stagnant day.

'next time'? oh he sure was visiting this café again tomorrow.

ii.

that was how his weeks turned out; he would come to the café at the same time everyday, hoping to see your darling face again. sometimes he'd come late after some type of demigod detour, and percy would be lying if he said the relief and clear happiness on your face when he finally showed up didn't make butterflies flutter in his chest. conversations with you felt too easy; it was like the two of you had known each other for the longest time.

there was this place near the windows of the shop that you'd always sit at, where the high-chairs and the mahogany table faced the streets of new york. the workers even came to recognize when the two of you visited, one of them always saving that place for you. sure, it may be a little transparent to the outside, but it was the perfect spot because of how the sunrays would always highlight your supple skin, beaming on the apples of your cheeks and making your eye color glow underneath the heavens. you looked as if you took apart of the sun with you because every time you laughed, you shined brighter than anything. (percy thought apollo was doing him a favor—being his wingman—but that thought didn't seem too plausible. the cocky god wouldn't be up all in his business... right?)

gods, your laugh. don't even get him started with it. percy loved your laugh; it was the prettiest sound ever. out of every achievement he's made, him being the cause of your laughter was on the top of that list. defeating kronos couldn't even come close.

it was the same exact thing on your end. you were praying and hoping that you'd meet the pretty stranger again when you came to your favorite café. he's been the highlight of your life for the past few weeks; everything was so natural with him. he was awkward and sometimes clumsy.. but he was so charming and loving in a way that made you feel like you could spend forever with him. when you got to know him, it was like seeing the absolute best of someone. he had this funny, sort of niche kind of humor and a smooth voice that you couldn't get over. percy was fun, lighthearted and sarcastic; he was the guy of your dreams. he had even started walking you back to the bus stop whenever you had to leave, claiming that it was the gentlemanly thing to do. you would say that was a solid development in your relationship.

and that was how he had officially asked you out on a date. new york was just as busy as it was, cars zooming past the two of you while you walked down the street by that one avenue with the bent sign-pole. there was something in the air this time though—maybe love, but it had always been there since you met him.

your hands brushed each other's when passing through the crowd, making you hide your smile while you looked down to the pavement. if you were given the chance, then hell, you were going to take it. so you grabbed onto his hands gently, lacing your fingers through his and it felt like a spark travelled up all the way tp your heart when he squeezed your hand back in response.

it was only when you arrived at the bus stop that he started fidgeting a lot more than usual, focusing his gaze anywhere but at your direction. you noticed that he started scratching the back of his head and twiddling with his fingers, signaling that he was feeling anxious and restless.

when he finally looked up at you expectant gaze, you saw something akin to hope in his eyes.

"would you uh- wanna go out with me? to the café?"

that was it, that was the moment you'd been waiting for, for what felt like your whole life.

"haven't we already been doing that, perce?" you had a teasing smile on your face, wanting to gouge a flustered reaction out of him and gods percy had to look away for a moment because it just felt too much. the fact that you even used that nickname that made him feel weirdly good on the inside. he wanted to puke and shout at the same time.

"well, yeah, but not like that. i meant-" he swallowed, and you decided to finally put him out of his misery and aim for the point right then and there.

"on a date?"

percy looked like a deer caught in headlights, iridescent eyes widening as he slowly said the words, "..yeah, on a date."

"okay." you said, hugging the bag in your hands tighter.

"okay?"

the expression on his face made you want to laugh. there was that signature cerise flush again on his face, and his eyes were stuck so wide it looked like he'd just taken a glimpse of medusa. it was like he couldn't believe what was happening right now. "mhm." you nodded with a pep.

you wanted so bad to stay there and talk with him, tease him more about the fact that he had finally asked you out on an official date, but the bus had already arrived, headlight flickering while it waited for new passengers to hop in.

"ill see you on our date tomorrow, loverboy." and you were suddenly walking up the stairs of the bus, door closing too fast behind you and he didn't get the chance to even reply, too caught up in his own happiness to do anything quick. this gave him major dejavu; it was just like what happened the first time he met you.

'she said yes..' he muttered to himself, staring at the cement walkways with a gaze so intense that it could burn a hole through it. you actually said yes to a date with him. percy honestly thought all the shit he was introduced to as a demigod was easier to believe than this.

it took a few seconds for the conversation to finally dawn to him, and when it did, oh boy did he want to scream at the world about how he was the happiest man alive. he did a small fist pump in the air followed by a cute shimmy to celebrate his win. it was slightly embarrassing, but percy didn't care. he got the girl.

well, he's got you from the first conversation you had, but he didn't really need to know that right now.

iii.

you would say that loving percy jackson was gratifying, euphoric and.. unique. you'd never call loving him difficult though. you noticed that more than a few times, he'd be quite secretive about some aspects of his life. whenever you asked him where he went for summer, or where he got that scar on his hand, or why he'd look so alert when you went out, he always gave you vague answers. it was frustrating sometimes that you didn't know where he went or where he came from looking so exhausted like that, but you thought maybe he wasn't ready to tell you about his endeavors. it was more worry than anger that you felt. you trusted him though, from your time of being his partner. he was loyal and protective, always being so compassionate and considerate when it came to you, you were sure he wouldn't do anything to purposely hurt you. you just hoped he didn't run some kind of underground criminal organization or something.

the day percy decided to tell you everything about his "other life"—as you referred to it sometimes—the two of you were lounging on his couch, binging a romcom show that you couldn't remember the name of as you sat on his lap, body placed sideways while you ran your hands through his hair absent-mindedly.

you didn't exactly know what had led up to this, but one moment you were talking to him and the next he was asking you to 'not freak out', because he was going to tell you something.

he was fidgeting with his fingers again, hand brushing up the curve of your waist while you looked at him earnestly. "so.. greek mythology is real."

percy paused after he said that, watching as you seemed to freeze after hearing that information, face scrunching up into a suspicious gaze littered with slight disbelief. he continued his confession anyways, hoping that if he ripped the band aid off faster you'd take it in better.

"all those gods, goddesses, legends and creatures—all real. remember the gold dust i was covered in when we first met? well that's monster goo. you know, from fighting and killing em' off. mortals aren't supposed to see it like that though, 'cuz we have this veil called 'the mist' that messes with their sight—it disguises anything and everything to do with ancient greek business into normal things. but, on special circumstances like you, sweets, you can see through the mist."

well that was one hell of an explanation. your mind was whirring with everything he just said to you, completely changing the trajectory of your thoughts. greek mythology.. is real? how? when? he kills monsters? there was too much to think about, too much to ask.

"and.. you're able to do all that crazy stuff because you can also see through the mist..?"

he scratched his head again, contemplating how he should approach this crucial part of himself. "urhm.. not exactly."

"i'm kind of half a god. well the proper term is 'demigod', and my dad's poseidon."

half god? poseidon's son? you didn't want to believe it at first.. but the chances of it being true kept increasing as you thought back about all the strange things that you'd encountered about him. the way he seemed to have a deep affinity with water; you even saw him playing with a cup of water once, making it form different shapes, but you dismissed that thought as the effects of extreme sleep deprivation, the way he'd know strangely personal facts about the gods and goddesses, acting as if he'd actually met them. you honestly thought he was just a greek nerd who liked to swim.

"woah.. you- you're serious?" was all you could mutter, eyes blown wide.

"yup." there was a pregnant pause after his one-word response, the tension in the air so palpable it was almost suffocating.

your striking voice was the sound that broke the atmosphere, so strong and convicting that it would've honestly scared him if he wasn't your boyfriend. "prove it."

"i mean.. i can talk to fish? you've seen me do that, right? what else kind of proof would you want?" percy was referring to that one time you visited the aquarium, seeing him talk to one of the fishes in the large glass tanks, asking how a hammerhead, or "john" as he claimed its name was, was doing.

he was talking to the shark about his daughter and the aquatic economy, how did he expect you to believe he wasn't just fooling around?

"i don't know! you should part the ocean in half or something!" you slapped his arm, so taken aback at how he was sitting so calmly in front of you. it elicited a defensive response out of him as he held both his hands up in surrender, finally caving in to your frantic request.

"..don't think i could do that right now, but maybe this will convince you?" he started as he held his hands up and you would've voiced out your concern if it weren't the flow of water that seemed to appear, meandering its way from the ceramic mug that was placed on the coffee table near you.

this was real. not a dream, not a party trick.

you couldn't help but breathe out a faint whisper of 'nice' at the show of power.

you don't know why this was the immediate thing you said, but you just blurted out the first thing that popped inside your mind. "so you're like.. like- sharkboy!"

"sharkboy?" percy couldn't help but throw his head back while he laughed. out of all the nicknames he's been called, sharkboy is definitely a new one. (and maybe one of his favorites. but only because you said it.)

at this point you were fully facing him now, somehow straddling his lap in the middle of your shock-ridden stupor. he rested his hand on your waist, pulling you closer. "if i'm sharkboy then you'll be my lavagirl, right?" he asked, looking at you through his lashes.

the situation was just so overwhelming that it was almost humorous.

you planted your face into his shoulders trying to stop the farcical laugh. "of course, you goof."

and the questions didn't end there that night. this revelation has you catechizing your entire existence. you were practically interrogating him about anything and everything that came up to the top of your head.

"so you're saying i haven't been hallucinating this whole time?" you were remarking to the weird creature with scales, boring yellow eyes and bared fangs you'd catch a glimpse of sometimes in the subway or in the bus, but you thankfully always stayed away because you thought they were way too weird. turns out your gut feelings were right because you would've put yourself at risk for danger.

"mhm."

"and- and there are others, too? just like you?" the thought of other demigod children existing amongst you felt mind-blowing. it was like the impossible was tangible.

"yeah, baby. we gotta whole bunch of 'em at camp." percy smiled crookedly, looking very glad. he raised on of his bristling brows next, citing out the rest of his thoughts. "plus, the romans also exist." he did not just drop another bomb off so casually like that.

"ROMAN GODS ARE REAL TOO?!"

your voice was echoing with so much incredulity that he thought his neighbors could hear it.

percy noticed how much he laughed and smiled throughout the night and he couldn't help but feel so relieved at the fact that you were still with him, right here, right now. he was so glad that his father's side of the family didn't freak you out in a stay-away-from-me-forever type of way. you were more.. intrigued and bewildered rather than repulsed. percy thought it was funny that you were asking all these almost ludicrous questions.

it all seemed to pass in a lively blur, although, there was one highlight about your conversation, and it made percy laugh all over again every time he thought about it.

the night was finally quiet after that ruthless question and answer session, with the both of you in your own heads thinking about what percy had just revealed. you were looking back to the first time you met him, how his face looked so familiar. after he told you about all this greek mythology information, your mind seemed to put two and two together, finally putting a finger onto where exactly you've seen this boy before.

"what? why're you staring at me like that?" he chuckled, smiling in curious confusion at your sudden change of face. you were frozen like a marble statue, practically scrutinizing him while you squinted your eyes like you were trying to figure him out. percy couldn't help but swipe away the wisps of hair that framed your voice, coiling it away while you were in this thinking state. when you finally made a move in the middle of the silence, he almost flinched at the precipitous motion. after that a-ha moment, it was like you had all the knowledge in the entire world inside your little head. you'd slapped a palm over your mouth, face shocked while your hands hid the blasphemous gasp that escaped your lips.

"dude! i know where i've seen you before. you were the one that blew up the gateway arc! percy there was a literal manhunt after you!" he just kept on surprising you tonight. your mouth was gaping in disbelief as you clutched onto his collars with a mighty grip, pulling his face towards yours. you looked a little funny like that.

"that's the life of a demigod i guess." he shrugged it off. he just shrugged off blowing up a 630-foot national monument. whether you wanted to slap him or kiss him, you didn't know.

iv.

percy knew that you wanted to meet his friends someday. you mentioned it to him casually a couple times and he of course was going to introduce you to them. over the course of time, the seven became apart of his family. especially annabeth,—who he had a feeling was going to tear him apart for keeping you away from her—he considered her as one of the closest and most important people in his life.

he wanted to show you his world, all the beautiful and bittersweet parts, because that's what made him, him. once he got over that initial fear, he knew that there was always more space in his heart, in his family. it would be another step to opening up about himself after the first milestone, like putting together the best of both worlds.

percy wanted to show you camp half-blood too, it was like his second home away from his mother.

at this point, you'd been dating percy jackson for roughly a few months; time seemed to pass by so fast when you were enjoying it. the whole reveal he did was only a couple nights ago, and he decided that it was probably time you actually got to see the real thing, to experience his lovely and chaotic life.

that day came in the middle of summer break, when the blistering sun was in its peak and the air whistled beneath the bustling happiness that came from folks all around.

he'd planned this for the past couple days, hoping that everything would flow smoothly. it should be pretty easy, get you in the camp, meet his friends, hang out for a bit and go back home.

the two of you took the chb van and percy thought it would be easier on you if he just drove instead of getting argus; the large hundred-eyed man was quite a thing to get used too.

you were nervous, but so excited. it was gratifying to know you'd see in person the manifestation of myths you thought were only stories, see its legacy and most importantly, see this part of your boyfriend.

you didn't know what to expect of the camp. was it going to be full of marble and gold? heaps of eternal light flooding the buildings that housed the children of the gods, or was it down to its gritty form, like a battlefield surrounded by flaming torches and the clashing of ingot. percy told you that it was just like any other regular camp, expect with training courses, a lava wall, pegasi, a centaur named chiron and a wine god who supervised the camp. totally normal like other summer camps, right?

bountiful strawberry fields greeted your vision when you arrived at the location, greens, reds and fuchsia spanning miles on end till the looming horizon. it was distorted at first, like a thin veil covering some spots of the area. then it started to fade away, washing out like dust to reveal a diamond underneath. you couldn't help but tighten your arms around percy's, breathing in the sight of the vine-laden alabaster columns, wearing the words 'camp half-blood'.

camp half-blood was definitely easy on the eyes. it really was what percy had told you—like a normal camp apart from the mythological aspects of it. it was easy to love, too. just from the first glance you could taste how pleasant the air was and how lively the place seemed. there were rows of cabins that exuded a charm of its own, all bearing signature symbols and colors that represented the god or goddess they were housing. they all ranged in variety, looking like a rainbow. you saw one that had blaring crimson walls, ruckus emanating from behind them, barbed wires and spears planted around it. you could only assume this was the war god's children's cabin. there was one that was a blinding gold, and everyone that stood around the cabin looked as if they'd been kissed by the sun—not that they were golden, no, but they had this warm glow radiating off of them, you couldn't explain it really. and was that a cabin that looked like a factory?

that was only one glimpse of the camp. you couldn't forget the silky sparkle that ran through the pegasi's mane while you saw them soaring above you, or the florid, flaxen eyes that peeked from the surface of the lake.

while you were star-struck viewing the camp, percy took this chance to softly drag you to the dining pavilion where he saw the familiar outline of his friends lounging on one of the seats.

the group were all in their own worlds, talking to each other or gazing out on the camp to enjoy the sunny day. the moment percy held an unfamiliar girl in his arms and walked towards them, they grew silent as they stared in confusion. were you a new demigod? they'd never seen you before. and even though the camp had grown in size considerably, it was not hard to recognize the people in it. they were quite a tight-knit community. and it was easy to know your fellow folks when you've gone to war and bloodsheds together.

annabeth already held a calculative look on her face, trying to figure out who your godly parent was. you were beautiful, there was no denying. she would've thought you were one of aphrodite's or at least have some type of lineage to the goddess.

she had a fierce and determined expression on her face and you thought she was intimidating like that, but you knew she was a good soul and a good friend. percy has told you so much about her, it made you so happy to finally meet annabeth in person.

you heard percy greet his friends, his arms never leaving the small of your back. it brushed your back every now and then, providing you a sense of comfort and intimacy in your nervous haze. embarrassing or not, you could already tell who was who; you had a good imagination like that. plus, with the way percy talked fondly about them, it was not hard to distinguish between the group.

"who's that? a long lost sister we never knew about, jackson?" the question snapped you out of your reverie, and you stared at the boy who asked the question. he had cropped golden hair and electric blue eyes, you guessed this was jason. everybody seemed to laugh at that, like they understood an inside joke. of course, the thunder god's son was clueing to percy's half-brother, tyson the cyclops.

percy smiled at jason's words, having a playful glint in his eyes. he was almost smirking, even, knowing how smug he was going to feel after he answered the question.

"nah, this is my girlfriend."

indeed, your boyfriend had a proud crooked upturn on his lips as he watched his friends eyes widen and snap towards him and then to you. confusion, shock, curiosity, you felt the prickling stares of everyone on your body. you just gave them that sweet smile of yours and waved your hand genially, and you saw the boy with the curly brown hair—leo, you figured—wave back at you while his mouth was still gaping open.

piper had a surprised expression on her face, but it quickly turned into a knowing look. she knew there was something up with percy. he has recently been a lot more carefree and happy. she noticed the way he would space out sometimes, often softly smiling at nothing. as the daughter of the goddess of love among other things, piper could easily read a person's emotions, and she knew the expression of someone madly in love all too well.

when the situation finally dawned on her, annabeth made her way next to percy and straight up gave him a sweet sucker punch on the arm for not telling her about you, eliciting a frantic amalgamation of 'ow's and 'im sorry!'s', from the boy. that seemed to bring them all back to reality.

leo started to smile, coming back to his playful nature as he broke the silent atmosphere. "damn! you've been hiding this pretty lady all this time?"

percy subconsciously winded his arm around your waist even more, frowning at what leo said. "hey,"

it was all in good fun though, he knew that.

you spent the whole day getting to know them and exploring the camp. you were given a special tour because you were their 'esteemed guest' as leo had called you. not one inch of the grounds were unexplored. you tracked all different places from the cabins, the lake, the lava wall, the hall, the weapon shed, the big house and rachel's cave. from the short time of hanging out, you got to know each one of them well, figuring out their quirks and traits which became more apparent once you paid deep attention to the group's dynamics. after finding out that jason, hazel and frank hailed from the roman gods, you were positively ecstatic. questions were bring thrown at them by you, all about what the roman camp looked like, how their culture differed and how they fought; it didn't seem like they minded it though.

at one point you even convinced them to show you what they could do. you watched in deep fascination as leo conjured up a small ball of fire on his palms and you admired jason when he summoned his imperial gold gladius with a spark of lighting accompanying it. you saw frank shift into different animals and hazel telling you about her ability to sense and summon precious metal, refraining from actually doing it as she was worried something wrong might happen with the cursed gems. when piper showed you her charmspeak, you couldn't help but shiver slightly. that was a powerful ability to have. love was just as dangerous as it was beautiful.

annabeth too showed you her cabin which housed all her research material, camp game strategies and quest achievements; it was amazing to see a person being able to do all of this. she was someone you could easily look up to. you saw the way she was dedicated and ambitious but above all, how she chose love despite every challenge that was thrown at her.

at the end of that fruitful day, they'd asked you to come with them to the campfire, enjoying the afternoon glow die down. you made close friends already with the girls, especially annie. percy was sat across you with the boys, joking and smiling around with no care in the world. you found yourself disappointed at the idea of leaving. the seven—who you now gladly called your friends—were one of the most welcoming people you've known. it didn't matter if you weren't a demigod, they accepted you without a single hesitation.

"i realize we never asked but, who's your godly parent?" piper was sat next to you, offering an easy smile while she asked you a question. the way the flames made her kaleidoscope eyes glow and how the light would catch onto the browns of her braided hair... you didn't understand how she looked so amazing all the time. you guessed it came with being aphrodite's kid, but piper had this effortless beauty, it was hard not to stare at her.

you laughed nervously. it caught up to you now that you hadn't actually told them you had no godly parent. you just had so much fun that it never really registered. "oh! um actually.. i'm not a demigod. new york blood through and through." you scratched the back of your neck, eyes squinted while you chuckled quietly. annabeth couldn't help but think that you looked like percy. she guesses you'd rub onto each other a lot at already.

"so that's how he kept you a secret," the blonde mused, impressed that percy managed to do the above for a considerably long period of time.

"gods knows he would've spilled it within the first week." she joked, making the group of girls laugh because they knew it was true.

you spent the evening telling stories about the (not so) mundane life of dating percy jackson and they exchanged it by telling you tales of their own, most of them about your boyfriend's antics and shenanigans during quests or any day at camp. you found a sense of normalcy talking about him, even if it felt like you came from different lives. the the best of both worlds, truly.

at some point you felt a pair of eyes burning the side of your head, turning only to find your love attempting to catch your gaze. he was pouting slightly and tried to approach you but the girls blocked him, telling percy that this was a girls-only kind of occasion. you knew you'd be nursing his very serious heartbreak later on..

listening about their quests and adventures only increased your admiration ten fold. the fact that they've gone through all those trials and tribulations and were still smiling has you absolutely floored. you almost had multiple heart attacks hearing the shit percy pulled and experienced, but you were just glad that he and the rest survived—battered, but survived.

"you guys are just so incredible and special! i feel so.. mortal now." and it wasn't like you were trying to bring yourself down. it was simply the truth. to think that these teenagers had gods and goddesses as one of their parents; it was something you didn't think you'd ever get used to.

annabeth replied to you, smiling slightly while she leaned backwards, propping her body weight on both of her arms. the thought of her best friend managing to find someone like you made her heart happy. you'd take care of percy well. "well if you got someone like seaweed brain to admit his love for you, i'm sure you're a pretty damn special girl."

the two of you went home feeling fulfilled and happily tired that night. it had been an absolute pleasure to be introduced to percy's friends. you couldn't hold back the smiles that often threatened to decorate your face on the way back home. every time you closed your eyes you were reminded of the laughter and joy you were surrounded by. it was like a grand relief, a blazing light at the end of the tunnel just knowing that you had more to appreciate in life, more to look forward to when melancholy greeted you like an old friend.

the bathroom's fluorescence laminated your skin, moonlight hidden away behind the walls of the place you found yourself calling home. it was not the apartment really, but more the people you'd gotten to know and love. home was wherever they were. home was wherever he was.

"they're really sweet, perce." you smiled tiredly at you boyfriend, leaning against the freckled terracotta sink after you finished your nightly routine. he was standing there cutely with a small beard of foam trying to escape his lips, a toothbrush obscuring his speech.

"yeah?" percy's voice sounded muffled as he turned to your direction, quickly going back to his business and washing away the paste that filled his lips so he could talk to you properly.

"mhm,"

"i would love to meet up with them again sometime.." a yawn escaped your lips right after you said that, urging you to come back to the comfort of your bed. the lavender incense lit on the counter didn't help either; the smoke that travelled in circling clouds around the room only served as a silent lullaby for your hazy mind. percy thought you were so precious right now. you were in your comfy pajamas, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes so you could wait for him, but you seemed to surrender to the temptation at the end.

you pressed a fleeting kiss to his cheeks, turning away as you told him, "'m heading to bed now, come back quickly 'kay?"

"i will, sweets." he watched you walk away into the darkness that enveloped the hallway, chuckling breathlessly. the pure happiness he felt after today was something he could never forget. seeing the way you bonded with his friends made his heart swell a thousand times, it made him feel so relieved that he could fully be himself in front of you, talk about his demigod life and find comfort within your arms. he could lay bare his heart in front of you knowing that you understood where his pain came from.

the mirror in front of him glinted faintly, calling out his name and he looked up to see the percy jackson that existed right now. this version of him that was scarred and hurt, the one that saw and felt horrifying things beyond what anyone should ever have to know. the percy who had a marred soul and broken eyes. but he also saw this version of him that knew what it was to love and be loved, this version of him who'd been cradled in the arms of devotion. the percy who had people that helped him pick up the pieces of his heart and mended it together. the same people who brought back that light inside his eyes, now beaming so brilliantly that it could rival the sun.

percy jackson knew tragedy and pain, but with that came hope and love. because living is so much more than surviving. there will always be a spark in the abyss, people who come along the way to light the path, too. and sure, he will lose some, but then again percy jackson had more space in his heart than anyone. it took a long time for him to realize he deserved a chance to truly experience life beyond his incommodious written fate, to accept the love he's so deserving of. it's okay to fall sometimes. to feel fear of losing everything you have. because at every wake of dawn is a new chance, and everyone deserves to live again, not just survive.

LOOORD HELP ME I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN AND WRITING ABOUT HIM. hopefully the formatting of this fic was okay! small confession, i've not been feeling my writing all that well recently. i feel like i've strayed away from that dramatic, imagery poetry-esq style i used to do. i don't know, my stuff hasn't felt 'complete' in a long time. maybe i just need to write angst again

but anyways, i just finished watching s1 of kakegurui, it's so good! yumeko is already my fav, what a queen.

[darkmemesworld]

Why when im scrolling through a tag i flashed by cho0chie 😦?

All jokes aside i had posted a meme and not even 3 minutes later it got flagged.. and im starting to see a lot of prn bots is it just me??? But why did my stuff get flagged but bots thats are showing naked people still up 🤔

[zg0nuwa]

i’m not switching between my hyperfixations because i’m autistic, i’m just a whore

[ilovelosermen69]

Girls when he does the bare minimum in fanfiction

[xenotbyte]

Big beefy men who are lowkey pathetic for thick women >>> best trope known to man.

[swetearss]

sorry for always being the first like in your fic, i just check the 'x reader' hashtag constantly

[yanderestarangel]

HEADKANONS MK1 | "REACTING TO THE VOLUME OF THEIR BULGE APPEARING IN YOUR BELLY" - 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 + 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐊

TW: size kink, afab anatomy, pet names, v!sex, hard smut, not reviewed.

BI HAN, SHAO KHAN, SHANG TSUNG, KUNG LAO, KUAI LIANG, JOHNNY CAGE, BARAKA.

Fucking him on top of you was always too intense to be true, he was a big man compared to you - and he made a point of making this dynamic very clear, he loved power, how it made him feel so powerful and relentless in compared to your small body, he could easily break you and that was fucking exciting for him. You opened your legs for him like a needy slut for his cock, while he poured a series of delicious degradations in your direction, going with two fingers up your wet and needy hole, while his other thick hand came against your face, forcing you to watch his fingers aggressively work on you, saccharistically placing the blame on you for having such a tight pussy - he loved how tight you were, but he also loved seeing you blush with embarrassment.

"-Oh come on angel... Don't be shy..." He moaned, smiling roguishly, while placing his dick on top of your pussy, making a comparison to your entrance, his hard dick reached your navel easily. He made a quick movement, without any warning, making you jump and arch your sides in a loud moan that echoed through the walls, he placed his hands on your hips, running his thumbs over your skin, soon seeing the bulge that formed on your skin, he could see his own cock taking you, it was too much for him, a primitive moan, perhaps even animalistic, left his lips, as he accelerated with all his might, moaning with every movement he could see under your skin, knowing that he was filling you completely, he is totally arrogant about it, taking one of your hands and taking you to the place.

"-Feel it baby... This is the power I have over you, only I can fuck you like this, you hear? Only I can fill you like this." he moaned hoarsely, smiling as he sped up even more, he was going crazy with every movement seen outside of your womb, he loved it, he loved being so strong compared to you.

"-You're going to cum, right? After all, you love a huge cock inside your little pussy." He placed his hand on your waist again, marking with his thumb where his dick went, while he leaned in and whispered in your ear between screams of pleasure. "-I'm going to fill your fucking uterus with my semen, and breed in that beautiful pussy, right?"

LIU KANG ,RAIDEN , TOMAS VRBADA, KENSHI, ZEEFFERO, QUAN CHI, HAVIK, REIKO, SYZOTH.

Fucking him while you sit on his dick, with his body sitting on the messy bed - sex before bed, with all the passion and with the intention of killing the longing he felt for you during the day, he knew it was a: A big, strong man, his muscles overcame the clothes he wore - he loved holding you in his arms, suspending you around, while he fucked you in every corner of the house.

He would kiss you passionately, while your hands went behind the back of his head, while his eyes slowly opened, seeing his hard cock, close to your pussy, the comparison was huge, he was always afraid of breaking you, often he just he would let you rub yourself against his thigh or over his dick, without any penetration or even inserting just the tip of his shaft, but when you asked for more he would back away, even if you begged for more, he was a patient man.

But that patience ended a while ago, and he needed that. He moaned more, as he watched you slowly sit on his cock, warming him with your heat, the sound of your wetness, he grinds his teeth as he felt the paradise of your walls squeeze him, he would try to ask you if you were okay, but soon he would see the bulge in your belly, making him tense with desire and moan loudly as he threw his head back.

"-Fuck dear, look at this... Mmm- Ah I can't control myself Mmm-" he then made a quick movement with his hips, thrusting everything inside you, stretching you wide open, as he always wanted. His strong, veiny hands met your hips, squeezing the soft flesh, while his eyes focused on the length that was exposed under your belly, making him grunt and sputter, passing his fingers with each thrust of your cunt. on him, drooling the thick length inside you - he was addicted, the vision of filling you up completely, and seeing you feeling pleasure with him slamming the fat head of his dick repeatedly into your sweet spot, made the big guy cum without warning someone, filling you with cum, with hard thrusts and even bordering on pain with so much pleasure, like a thin line of desire.

"-Ah- fuck, I'm going to fill you up... C-cuming-" he screamed as he emptied his thick and viscous contents into you, the sensation was overwhelming, leaving you with even more volume in the uterus, even with him slowly leaving you.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[yandere4lyfe]

Imagine a water Greek God obsessed with you, a mere mortal. He tries everything he can to woo you, but you refuse him everytime.

It doesn't deter him though. He will have you.

His pursuit of you becomes more aggressive. You start to feel helpless, afraid, powerless. Your family gathers around you, assuring you that no harm will come to you.

"Continue as you always have," they said, but an overwhelming feeling of dread started to flow throughout your body. You could feel that the fate of your life has been decided and ultimately, you will be in the hands of that god.

One day, you walk out to the sea and you come face to face with the God who keeps trying to court you. His face was devoid of any emotion and he towered above you.

"Come to me," he said, his hand outstretched towards you for you to take. It seemed inviting and tempting.

But that same sickening feeling came over you again. You refused him, just like before.

Suddenly, the air around you changed. It became heavy and the winds whipped around you angrily. The once clear, blue sky turned dark as the clouds swirled in together as they blocked out the sun. And the waves rushed back to the sea, leaving the sandy beaches bare.

Fear began to nag at you and you looked back at the god, whose expression has changed to one of anger.

"Come to me," he said again. This time he demanded it, his voice taking on a possessive, furious tone. "Join me as my wife, mortal. I will no longer take no for an answer."

Your breathing became heavy and your body trembled. You couldn't move you legs and your lips quivering as you tried to stutter out, "But why me!? I do not want to leave my family nor my village!"

His eyes flashed with anger and waves came crashing back, violently, against the shore. His voice boomed, almost roaring, as he spoke to you.

"It matters not! The fates have decided that you shall be mine! I have been courteous enough. Come to me or I shall flood your village. In the end, I will get what I want, my wife...

You have but one choice."

Your eyes began to sting and tears ran down your cheeks. You were truly powerless.

There was nothing you could do. You were just a human and he was a God.

He held out his hand once more.

"You will make the right choice, or will you not?," his voice went back to being void of any emotions once more. With your tears still falling, you made your choice and took his hand.

He smiled down at you. A cold, terrible, obsessive smile that didn't reach his calculating eyes.

"Good choice. My wife."

Ketos had finally found his bride...

[partycatty]

how many donuts can you stack on it

i feel like ive got this down to a science.

warnings: describing fictional characters' peanits in length.

notes: this is what i come back with to post (1 donut = 1 inch)

[ masterlist ]

liu kang > he's got a bioweapon in motion and form, truly. it's so big and thick you might actually die if you try to take it all. 9 donuts. he'll let you do anything to it, silly or not, if it makes you crack a hungry grin like you did when you counted.

bi-han > idk i feel like its not that big, but it's got good thickness.... 4 and a half donuts. finds it stupid, won't agree to putting donuts on it at first, but gives in just so you'll stop. he's embarrassed.

kuai liang > husband length. humble but knows he can get the job done... thinks he could be bigger but you dont complain. 6 donuts. he's too kind and sweet to really have a problem with it.

johnny cage > he thought he'd be able to fit more donuts... not that the current amount is small. 7 and a half donuts. he might try and cram that second half in, but it falls off and splats on the ground.

kenshi takahashi > confident but quiet about it, the donuts don't stop stacking even when you think you couldn't fit another. 9 donuts. expected it, not surprised, but chuckles dryly at your little gasp.

kung lao > tried it on himself before you even got the chance to ask. 7 donuts after trying multiple times at home. lies and says it was nine donuts when he tried it at home...

raiden > nobody expects it from him, since it's not on the forefront of his mind like his bestie... 9 donuts. just thought everyone could fit that many no problem. you had to explain that he's massive.

rain > doesn't talk about it because there isn't really much to say... 5 donuts. (why doesn't he have a personality ever)

tomas vrbada > you just... kept going.... and before you knew it, 8 and a half donuts sat pretty hugging him as he smiles in delight. at first he didn't get your vision, but seeing the shock on your face was more than enough.

baraka > afraid of showing it, tarkat enhanced... all of his features. nearly a baker's dozen, 10 donuts fit with no problem. he growls to himself, adjusting his hips. maybe his condition had a perk.

geras > won't really get why you want donuts on it... but will entertain your ridiculousness. he stands stock still and firm when you put a whopping ten and a half donuts on him. he raises a brow, wondering what the point was.

syzoth > his tongue flicks in curiosity as you try to balance the donuts on both, squeezing a whopping 14 donuts combined! he grins in satisfaction, wondering how many donuts his true form could hold.

havik > it fell off. 0 donut.

shao > shitting your pants when you put the entire dozen onto it, and still have some wiggle room. shao remains unimpressed but silently pleased with his thickness and length as it balances the treats.

shang tsung > it's cute. 5 donuts was his max, but he seems smug about it. he knows you'll take him either way, and the thought makes him smirk.

reiko > 7 and a half donuts stops him short but he just laughs loudly with his hands on his hips. asks if you're impressed, and then offers for you to eat the donuts right off of him.

ermac > ....would ermac have millions of dicks? or just one in his physical manifestation? how many donuts is that...? you'll be there for a while.

[crimsonbubble]

so uh...

[visionsofmagic]

◜ mk1 men breaking the bed/headboard while fucking you ◞

▸ characters: bi-han, syzoth, liu kang, raiden, kuai liang, johnny cage, tomas◂ ▸wc: 4k+ [wow]

▸ tags¬es: REQUESTED by @luvv4lurd. drabble but long (like very long), fluff, nsfw, breaking, licking, ropes, inappropriate usage of power/abilities, humiliation, rudeness, rough, biting, power, begging, fingering, swearing, monster fucking (kind of), power play, pet names, calling god/goddess, possessiveness, protectiveness & more in the work, enjoy! [didn’t want to write this long & I am not sure whether @luvv4lurd wanted it to be this long but couldn’t hold myself, they’re so cute! hope all of you like it, have fun!]◂ ▸ m.

BI-HAN doesn’t care about hurting you that much, yet, he gives you a safe word to make him stop when it is needed. clearly, he wants to fuck you well enough so that he can show you only he can fuck you like this. this goal of his brings him to an edge that he put your body down on the bed, ass up, cock thrusting deep inside your walls as your body jolts forward and backward in sync with his cock’s rhythm going in and out of your pussy full of cum - since you have cum like two times already.

he’s a bit rougher than he is usually because he heard a few other lin kuei’s members talking about you - how they are mesmerized by your presence whenever you come into view, however, they complained about how they can’t talk to you because you’re always with the grandmaster, sub-zero.

that moment, he decided to fuck you hard enough to make you have difficulties with walking, making everyone realize who fucked you - their grandmaster - they will know who you belong to and that was why he is rough right now.

you don’t complain though, well, until he makes you scream his title - “my - ohh - my grandmaster!” he loses his mind, releasing his power; hands get colder as ice appears on them from fingertips to the arm, and since his hands on the headboard, to hold it tight and fucking you with a great strength, it covers with ice, making the surface so easy to break into pieces and this is exactly what happens.

the headboard breaks into countless pieces, the room’s temperature going down in an instant, your eyes widen but bi han gains his mind’s control, hands turning to normal as they touch your waist, sending a chill down your spine with their coldness - bi han begins to fuck you harder as if it’s even possible, blaming you.

“see what you made me do whore? it’s only because of you! have to get a new one now, but you should pay for what you have caused pretty slut and you will pay by giving this beautiful wet pussy to me - to the rightful owner of it. will fuck you until you can’t walk for the next week, my dumb whore.” 

SYZOTH tries his best not to use any of his strengths during the make-up sessions you share - getting intimate yet shy while doing it. he wants you to stay healthy even after the sex, only maybe some of the marks on your body that he likes to leave. however, sometimes you become a brat, acting naughty, trying to play with his nerves of pleasure and instincts enough to make him go rougher, and since he doesn’t want to hurt you, his hands find the sides of the bed while he’s fucking you with the position of missionary, green innocent eyes focusing on your face that full of cries, parted lips, half-closed eyes watching him with such delight he wants to prove himself further – wants to fuck you so good that your body cannot forget about it in the following days until the day he fucks you again.

and he loses himself when a hand grips him by the hair, pulling his face down at your level, ear to ear, you say in a whisper which is followed by a little moan afterward, “cmon pretty boy, I know you can do better than – ohhh – this!”

who is to decline your offer? who he is to hold himself still instead of fucking you harder – better?

syzoth whimpers at your words, he lets your legs hug his bare back, hands wrapping his neck as his hands begin to hold the surface of the bedsides tighter to find a balance after shoving his dick into your wider pussy rapidly than before, roughness and lust dripping from heart to body within actions.

“oohhh –“ he moans in sync with you, “tell me how good it is my love, please, please –“ he stops himself from crying by biting down your shoulder a few times, listening to your cries mixed with both pain and pleasure with full attention, and when you praise him, his edge comes, making him lose himself, and letting his nature form in some parts of his body; a tail appears on his back, it wags on its own – eyes turn darker green – and hands are covered with the skin of his true form, all green until it reaches to the arms.

all feelings double when his strength rises, weight becomes hard to endure, dick bigger – definitely rougher, going in and out of your aching yet wet pussy, and you reach climax at the same time – the exact time when a few crack sounds are heard, causing you to look into each other’s face – looking both excited and peaceful because of reaching the climax and shocked when the bed break into two, its middle swallows your bodies as syzoth hold you from the back from an instant, turn you around so that his back meets with the rigid surface of the floor under the bed.

hands on your back, hugging, turning into human form, and tail disappears as he looks at you with innocent and shy eyes as if you’re not lying down on the ground, inside a broken bed, cums still dripping.

“I’m so sorry y/n – but it – it was too much for me to handle. my love, how can I make you forgive me? I will do anything for you – just say it and I will show how sorry I am but please don’t judge me. I can’t hold my thoughts together when I have your pretty pussy.”

LIU KANG can be the steadiest person – or a god but you don’t know any other god aside from him, but not in bed, no, never. he is that steady, straightforward, gentle, cute, and all these kinds of things under the lights of daylight, however, when it turns into a dark sky when you visit him in his room – or you in yours, exchanging a few words, questions only to begin to fuck after the formality.

it’s not that he uses you as his fucktoy – yes, it feels like it because it turns you on, but no, he’s in love with you – so deeply that he loses his mind whenever he sees you, and when it comes to getting intimate, oh, he forgets about the timeline he has created entirely, focusing on you – your pretty face he likes to watch, your magnificent body he finds as the most beautiful thing on all realms, your voice that comes into his ears as prays while you moan his name and even his title whenever you feel like it, and oh, your delicious pussy that neither his fingers, his tongue nor his dick will ever get bored of – it will be such disrespectful thing to be bored when you open your legs wider to him, showing your pink pussy that begs for his caring and affection – that he gives you what you want right away.

he’s a god, yes, but he can kneel in front of you if it is needed – to eat you out, or even to beg you.

on a night, when he lets you do whatever you wanna do with him, you chose to ride him in order to show him how you love his dick so much as he watched you from below, making you feel so powerful because of having the god of fire, liu kang, under you – moaning your name, eyes blurry, a bit of fire travels on his shoulder since he hasn’t logical side in the brain, no longer when you ride him so good – it feels as if you’re his goddess and you can’t deny that it doesn’t turn you on just by thinking about it.

smiling widely, you let yourself get the pleasure at the highest level, so, you throw your head back, and hands travel on your body from hair to shoulders, from breasts to abdomen, from there to your ass – literally exhibiting your own body to liu kang while bouncing on his lap – pussy clench around his length whenever you sit down only to rise up and repeat the action rapidly, riding him, fucking him.

and liu kang’s last logical side screams him not to hold you – because if he does it, he is sure he will break you into pieces. he doesn’t want to hurt you, especially when he witnesses the sight in front of him – breathtaking, making him lose the balance of his strength. instead of holding you, he grips the headboard behind him as he sits there, having you on his lap – watching you riding him beautifully.

then, you look down, and chuckle, “let your goddess take you to the stars, pretty boy.”

he never had this kind of situation with any other person, so, when you reflect his own words with yours – ‘let your god take you to the stars, pretty girl’ – he really sees stars, hands get tighter, and he breaks the bed with his power of strength and fire, moaning your name loudly, “aggh – y/n!” as he cums hard into your warm walls.

the moment he opens his eyes once again, he sees your smirking face first, one of your soft fingers travels on his cheek as you kneel down closer, “oh, couldn’t pretty boy resist it and cum in an instant?” you chuckle, mocking him, “where is the god of fire, huh? maybe, you should be the one who calls me goddess instead.”

he doesn’t waste a moment, holding you from the waist, he closes the gap between your bodies – nose to nose, white eyes devour yours only by looking at them intensely, and he smirks – darker than yours, radiating fire.

“darlin’, you are already my goddess but you need to learn who you belong to. don’t worry, the lesson you will have now will be enough to make you remember it to no longer forget about it. I will teach you personally while fucking you on this broken bed.”

RAIDEN is a stranger to his own power that has been given by liu kang to fight with it to protect the earthrealm, however, now it sticks with raiden every second of the day and night, and he can’t leave it even while fucking you.

he says he should get used to it in every situation. he’s shy about it while saying it but you know that there are other reasons behind the desire to bring his lightning power into the bed ‘cause, that way, he can send a tickling jolt to your body – even to your pussy, making your pleasure rise up, wanting him to continue what he’s doing.

he knows you like it too – how he can’t anyway? you love seeing his eyes turning to light blue from time to time, love to let it flow through your skin, sending chills down your spine, getting you closer to the edge.

raiden discovers your kink contains electricity accidentally, and in a weird situation when he forgets to leave his amulet bonded to his hand while getting intimate with you.

he doesn’t realize holding it even when he goes hotter as he lowers down on your body, kissing every inch of you, reaching your exposed pussy soaking wet to the ground because of his gentle, slow yet effective approaches. he’s so gentle with you that he literally begs to taste your cum in his mouth.

letting him, you lean onto the headboard, wide open legs meeting with his soft-looking eyes, making him whimper at the sight.

you look so pretty that even after having your cum in his mouth, he can’t stop - he says he wants to thank you for letting him eat you out passionately by hovering over you, hands find the headboard behind you as he thrusts into your wet and fleshy pussy again and again with a pace driving you mad.

you scream how good he’s making you - to make it double, he uses some electricity that flows through your body without even noticing it, and the sudden sensation makes you clench around his length, swallowing it entirely, giving raiden a heart attack because of the pleasure he has never felt before, and it ends up with him using his strong muscles to hold himself in balance by gripping the headboard harder, making it crumble and break into pieces in a second.

to protect you from the falling pieces of it, he lowers down, covering your body within his but it makes all things go worse – or better as you say afterward; his cock reaches the end of your pussy, and it even becomes visible on your abdomen – and the scream, moans you made causing raiden to lose his mind – he begins to thrust into you, balls hitting your ass, forehead touches yours, eyes turn into light blue when you look at them.

“you have no idea how beautiful you look right now, my love. so – so beautiful. I am so sorry to break the bed but I can’t stop now. how can I? your pussy begs for me to continue fucking you. ohhh – it feels so good. I am offering myself to you as a forgiveness gift.”

KUAI LIANG is a man who lives to give you, his beloved lover, what you deserve – the whole world, as he believes. loving doing the things you want, he’s no longer a gentleman in bed as the bond you share grows more powerful as well as the intimate sessions you have an increase in passion and trust.

he becomes rougher when you need him to be. being such a needy lover for him, you choose to trust him enough to let him have you in ways you can never imagine on your own because he looks fragile from the outside – he still is but not when you get into the bed after a long and exhausted day, ready to find your peaceful hours, inside each other’s arms which turns into a hot moment since you can never resist the urge of getting closer – he turns into a beast, you can see the sparkes he has inside his eyes – reflection of the fire he has within his soul and body.

on one of the nights you become lustful for each other, kuai has you on your knees, ass up in the air, and your second cum’s juice flows through his thick warm cock onto your inner thighs and ass, however, he can’t focus on the mess you’re making because all his attention is on your wrists which are roped with his kusarigama – it has no kama yet the coldness of metal chains around your wrists are enough to send you chills since kuai’s entire body radiates warmness.

holding your wrist, he increases the pleasure you are getting from the way he fucks you into the mattress, moans coming from you mixing with the swears and praises he says between his rapid breaths, dripping sweats and moans – only you can make him so weak, so fragile yet powerful at the same time – it causes him to try to prove himself to you in a greater way that you can never forget about it, that your body screams his markings.

the sound that is created by the lewd sounds of his thrusts hitting your soaked clit build twist feelings inside your stomach that is pushed down onto the bed as his left hand holds the wrists that have chained while the free one is put on the headboard’s edge, holding it tightly because he needs to find a source of stability to stay still but it doesn’t work – not when he finds this new angle amusing, begins to shove his dick into your warm walls faster, then, when his climax hit, the solid tool cracks – collapsing.

when he comes to his senses, getting off his high, he realizes what he has made.

he looks a bit guilty, eyes finding yours, his face has an expression of a man who seeks forgiveness yet he seems to enjoy it, and he smiles when you chuckle, joking about how he can easily turn into a madman only because of having you like this.

as he agrees, he caresses your hair, hands playing with the chain to open it. he turns your body over, hugging you from the shoulder, he still doesn’t take his dick off of you.

“’m so sorry honey, didn’t mean to break the bed but weren’t it the head of the bed, I would break you – was so good – you feel so good. fixing it will be the first duty for me after I get more of you – can I? please say that I can because I need you – one more baby, please, give me one more. promise I will be more cautious with our surroundings. don’t want to get you hurt. you will only get pleasure until we’re done, my love.”

JOHNNY CAGE can be the most reckless fucker in the whole timeline. interested in you only, he loses the last logical side of his brain – if he has any when he has you in different situations yet each one of them is as effective as the others.

being energetic, having almost superhuman strength, and going wild in sex, he is sure unreliable while fucking. creating a sense of fear with excitement in your abdomen, ideas rush into your mind as you think about what he will do differently this time in every intimate moment. his uniqueness can be pointed out even while fucking you or letting you fuck him.

he’s also loud, talkative, preferring to let you know that you feel wonderful, perfectly taking his dick – or him, entirely, destroying his mind because of the beauty you have as lust cages him like a chain.

he seems like a madman too with his mind full of thoughts about how he can turn the sex you have into something more bustling, catchy, and entertaining for the two of you, maybe a little more for you ‘cause he prefers to be an unforgettable lover. he addresses you as his queen, and he is determined to prove himself right by treating you as one.

to do this, he tries to get his ideas turn into realities while fucking you.

not caring about your surroundings, not thinking consequences of being unconcerned, not realizing what he has done until his highness’ effects of being pussy drunk decrease. the reality hit his face when he saw the world around him, you still under him, mind dizzy, mouth dry because of moaning non-stop, eyes half-closed as you looked up at his face, cries cleaning your heated face.

the bed, worth a million dollars he chose to fuck you onto, now has a broken headboard – the pieces falling onto the floor and the bed’s soft white fabric. the memories of the moment before rushes into his mind as he looks at the broken material inside his fisted hands; he understands that he is the one that caused this. he fucked your wide-open pussy so mindlessly that when he gripped the head to find something to hold on to, he broke it without realizing it. 

as you still soak wet with your cum, and his own getting out of you, he jokes about the situation; chuckling while pointing out the power he has enough to break the bed’s head in one movement, showing it to you with such proudness you roll your eyes – this time not because of his dick, but because of his silliness.

he puts his hands on your sides, smirking down at you, winking, and having no shyness about breaking the bed.

“oh princess, it was worth a million dollars but doesn’t matter. you are worth more than anything in entire timelines. to have your pussy, I can break all of ‘em pretty. but can we appreciate how strong I am? ‘is all because of how good you’re makin’ me feel – ohh, pretty lady, making my mind go crazy like that – ‘is because of you that I broke it, but, what about we break the couch too? wanna do it – wanna break it too while eating you out. c'mon princess, gotta fuck you in every piece of furniture in this house.”

TOMAS is not like his brothers – he is not like the rest of the men at all. he’s a lover who puts your well-being before anyone else, including his desires, and passionate when it comes to that decision in times he has you inside his arms, standing naked from head to toe, giving yourself completely to the man you trust the most, you love the most.

his fragile manner doesn’t let him go hard on you even if you want him to do so. afraid of hurting you even a little bit prevents him from becoming rougher and harsh to you. he listens to all your pleases, begging him to fuck you harder, wanting him to believe he can never harm you, yet, he chooses to stay still even when you act so bratty, trying to get into his nerves, making him let it go.

tomas, being a cute shy boyfriend, delicate when the matter is you, stays determined for a long time ‘'til the day you plan everything out and make him lose his gentle manner, causing the loss’s emptiness to be completed with the new one – greed.

the greed he has for you builds up from his deep soul to show itself through his actions after he sees you sitting on the bed, on your knees, the dress you wear is thin and represents the color of tomas’ armor, the delightful body underneath it is visible to his widened eyes, looking innocently yet devilishly to his eyes, smiling widely as you rise your hand for him to hold and get into the bed with you.

who he is to resist? his determination is not that great – and both of you realize it when tomas gets into the bed, a moment later, when his cock meets with your already soaked and prepared pussy after he fingers you, he feels warmness, fire building within his body, making him want to devour you, unlike the times you had before, he’s a bit dizzy now.

he moans your name over and over again, lips curl only to moan, whimper, and beg for more. you let him though, saying he can get what he needs – you say he can use your body for his pleasure, and when he finally admits it feels euphoric to go rough on you, moans coming out of your pretty pink lips like a melody to his ears, encouraging him further.

he grips you from the waist while fucking you; he uses your body as he pleases, moving your body front to back, his thrusts meet with your walls in mid-air, earning rhythmic moans from both of you.

throwing his head back, he decides to hold the bed under your body because he realizes the red marks on your waist due to the grip he has on there. when his hands reach for the mattress, he grips the white covers strongly, hands turn into fists, and those fists hit the bed’s rigid surface – the bed breaks into two the moment he cum carelessly into you after you praise him, call him your good boy.

he swears for the first time, eyes closed shut, his cum meets with yours, forehead connects with your chest as you hug him from the shoulders.

breathing deeply into your breasts, warmness flows from his breaths to your exposed skin, smoke appearing on the curves of his body slowly, and you feel his tears because of both pleasure he has felt and quilt coming from breaking the bed, making your bodies go lower a little bit.

“oh, I’m so sorry, so so sorry, didn’t mean to – I – I just want to prove myself and get lost when you moan my name like that, calling me your good – ohh – boy. ‘m so sorry my goddess, please, forgive me. wanna say it will not repeated but I can’t – it felt so good that I wanna do it again – right now. my love, would you let me do it again? say yes, and I will be a very very good boy for you – only for my goddess.”

what a journey of rut! here's a cake for you because you deserve it after reading this, bearing it with me! 🍰

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[seraphmeraph]

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How they’d be with pregnant reader - Headcanons

MK1 semi NSFW headcanons with Lin Kuei brothers aka Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, and Bi Han

TW: sex(+18), oral sex (f receiving), conventional sex, pregnancy, afab reader

A/N: this was actually a request of Pregnant reader and Kuai Liang that I lost LEAVE ME ALONE OKAY IM DYING. AHHHHH.

Tomas Vrbada • Smoke

Tomas is so attentive and loving towards you, not saying the others aren't, but he will never leave your side if he has a choice. He’ll cook, and clean, everything, all you need to do is rest and relax. 

You’ll often find him being touchy with you, especially in public, wrapping his arms around your waist, and touching your pregnant belly.

He talks about how when the baby is born he won't let any harm come to you both. “I promise he won't end up like me.”

When it comes to pregnant sex with you two, he is so worried he might hurt you. He’s so gentle and slow despite you begging him to go harder or faster.

“Are you sure you’re okay, I don’t want to-” Tomas spoke before you cut him off. 

“I’ll be okay,” You reassured him. You were laid on your back, his dick positioned right at your entrance.

He took a deep breath, slowly slipping inside you. He began to give slow deliberate thrusts into you, watching your face intently to make sure you were okay. He lowered his face to yours, letting out small moans and peppering your face with kisses.

Kuai Liang • Scorpion

Kuai Liang is the perfect baby daddy. He’ll spoil you with whatever you want and show you affection whenever. You will be SMOTHERED.

He’ll make it clear to everybody that he’s the father, whether it be rubbing your belly in public, keeping his hands all over you, or even just straight up telling people how proud he is of you for carrying his baby.

He often goes on missions so he always leaves you with Liu Kang or another Lin Kuei ninja, he wants to make sure you’re safe.

When you both are lying in bed, he’ll often massage or place his warm hands on you to help you feel better. He’s practically a heating pad.

Pregnant sex with you and Kuai Liang is amazing, you’ll hear praises, and he’d basically worship your body. He’s careful not to hurt you, but a little more confident in pleasuring you.

His head was buried in between your thighs, lapping away at your pussy. “Mm, doing good for me sweetheart,” He pulled away, just to insert a finger into you. His other hand rested on your pregnant belly, slowly caressing it as he ate you out.

His hair was out of his bun, your fingers tangling in between his hair.

He groaned into your pussy, sending shivers through you, enjoying the feeling of your fingers brushing his scalp. His calloused warm fingers ran over your belly. 

Bi Han • Sub Zero

When Bi Han found out you were pregnant, he didn’t show much emotion. Only rested his hand on your head and kissed you. 

You assumed he didn’t care at first and he noticed you were a bit distant so he would do little things to try to cheer you up. Whether it be taking you out, buying you gifts, or even cuddling you as you two lay in bed. 

Out of all the brothers, Bi Han is actually the most concerned for you. When going out on missions, he would either leave one of his brothers with you or a Lin Kuei ninja. 

You’ll never be alone if Bi Han could help it. In public his hand will always be on your hip, pulling you close to him. Literally, everyone will know he’s the father. 

As much as Bi Han only trusts himself to protect you, he’s secretly mortified of being around you. He has so much self-control, he’ll watch his words, his actions, etc. 

He’s kind of like Kuai Liang, where he’ll be like a cold compress. Breats tend to get sore during pregnancy so he’ll cup your breasts for ours with his cold hands. Whenever you complain about any pain Bi Han has to be extra and call you a physician who’ll just tell you it’s pregnancy cramps or something.

Bi Han lives for pregnant sex with you. He’s gentler than usual, yes, but just the aspect that you were bred by him gets him going. Breeding Kink? Maybe.

He gave gentle thrusts, his cool hand resting on your stomach. “So beautiful, carrying my child,” He groaned. His hand retreated back to your clit, rubbing it with his thumb gaining louder moans for you. 

He would definitely make you scream that you want all his babies.

[aweina]

Could I request the reverse of your ‘when you catch them staring’ headcannons? And with a lot of teasing from the reader too?

୨୧. heart eyes — mortal kombat one. kameos : sub-zero. scorpion. smoke + johnny cage & raiden

when you catch them staring at you.

bi-han tries to make his staring unnoticeable. with his silver mask blocking away any emotions that he could display, his eyes have become naturally expressive over time. they gleam whenever you pass by him, a foreign softness to them. the permanent scowl is less intense when he takes a moment to memorize details of your face. your eyes captivated him the most — a whirl of emotions so deep set into your irises. he could stare at them for hours on end.

it’s when you asked bi-han to revise tomorrow’s training module, his staring is much more obvious in such a closer proximity. his dull brown eyes look restful, more hazy with warmth that contrasted his deadly cold nature — yet he still looks terrifying, but it could never be helped when it came bi-han, it was his resting face. when you quickly look up for a reply, he realizes all too late that he’s caught, yet his stubbornness tells him not to falter under your gaze as he mentally cursing at himself for his blatant act of staring.

“are you angry at me or is there something on my face?” you quirked an amused brow with a smile, tilting your head cutely.

bi-han just grunted in response, snatching the scroll off your hands and raising it against his face to avoid your teasing gaze — thankful his mask hid his redden cheeks. the grandmaster would have to die of old age before he admits that he admires you from afar. but for now he’ll deal with your relentless teasing.

kuai liang loves to admire beauty whenever he encounters it. the vibrant, pink blossoms grown in wu shi academy always made him smile. the fresh greenery and exotic plants that he cared for always brightened his day. but all those things were incomparable to your beauty and intellect. he loves to watch you fight — even looking past the sweat and messy hair after intense training. he watches you with adoration when you converse with the younger trainees — resilient and beautiful — he thinks.

you tended to him after he comes back from a mission, offering herbal tea and a scenery of his garden under the moonlight. you converse with him, although it’s one sided. kuai liang stares at your lips, soft and pretty — curling into a sweet smile. you notice that his soften eyes were directed on your lips. a rush of heat flowed through your body, how long had he done this for?

“what is so interesting about my lips kuai liang?” you muster the courage to ask, mentally thanking madam bo for gifting you tinted lip balm.

his reaction seemed halted before he realizes he was indeed caught. he chuckled nervously as he propped himself up to turn towards the luminance of the moon. kuai liang was flustered, but when he felt your balmy lips on his cheek, all the shame in his body vanished.

tomas isn’t subtle. at all. he’s very much aware of that, even his brothers and the young trainees tease him for being so smitten at plain sight. even so, he still cannot help but continue to stare at you with a loving daze — nervously fiddling his fingers behind his back. through his daily admiring, tomas came to the conclusion that he loved everything about you. his eyes tend to dart to your bright eyes, soft lips, pretty hair, and silky skin.

when you’re accompanying him with his training, cheering and playfully applauding at the younger ninjas dueling in an tense battle. the action playing before tomas was lost in time. it was blurry, silent, unmoving but all he could see is you — manipulating this time stop in his mind with your raw radiance. then his eyes widen when you met his gaze and suddenly he’s panicking. with trained speed, he’s now looking down at his feet, whistling a broken tune.

“this is the third time i’ve caught you staring, you know that right?” you mused, uncontrollably giggling when tomas nods in flustered acknowledgment.

tomas looks up from his feet and sighs in defeat. even caught another time, he’ll still take the opportunity to look at the scene before him — your cheerful grin and gleaming eyes. if his staring problem can make you this happy, he doesn’t see why he should ever stop.

johnny cage is a shameless man. he loves to flirt and proudly embrace his failed attempts at flirting. eye contact is key, he believes. a very effective technique to swoon others and an act of intimacy without touching. johnny loves to stare at you, in hopes of meeting your eye and share a perfectly cliche romantic movie experience. but with your oblivious nature, he hasn’t been successful just yet. although he learned that he loved your smile — instead of his usual attraction to anything below the face.

mindlessly wondering around the fire temple, johnny finds you sitting on the stairs while reading a rather thick looking book. he immediately joins your side, flashing a white smile as he enthusiastically boast about his acting career. even if your eyes aren’t on him, to much to his disappointment, you acknowledged every word and responded in interest. then he gradually stops talking until he’s mute and you grow concerned.

“johnny, did you fall asleep?” your brows furrowed as you turned to him, his head resting on his knee.

with his frosty blue lens, you couldn’t tell if he’s awake or asleep. slowly, you took the frames off his face and flinch in shock. his eyes were wide open, staring at yours with unfamiliar intensity for a moment. then you smile and turn away flustered. finally! he made eye contact and was rewarded with your beautiful smile. johnny’s hollywood charm works … most of the time.

raiden is clueless when it comes to his staring problem. he doesn’t mean to stare half the time, it was a force of habit — automatic admiration. you were simply bewitching, even in simple attire that was paired with a stained apron. his eyes are big and soft when he looks at you, even so when he talks about you. it could take kung lao screaming in his ear for raiden to snap out of his enchanted state. he promises himself to be more subtle, and so he did.

you’re pacing around the tea house, serving refreshments with impressive finesse while warmly conversing with the local villagers. under his straw hat, raiden watches you intently — noticing the loose stands fall on your face as it tickles your neck. your soft hair frames your face perfectly, dancing through the air like silk in the wind — one of your most beautiful features. under a smitten daze, he doesn’t notice how your body is much closer and how your voice was much clearer, soothing his ears.

“it’s okay to call me over for a chat raiden, i don’t bite.” you jested as you tilted his hat back with a finger, meeting his eager gaze.

he’s blushing now, beet red. a nervous laugh escaped his lips as his eyes averted to the side — caught in the act. you only adoringly smile at him, leaving the check on his table as you tend to another customer. another friendly interaction, raiden thinks. but when he looks at the check, a small heart and the time you’re off work was written on the parchment. his cheeks suddenly hurt from smiling too hard, he couldn’t wait. but for now, he’ll kill time by watching you from afar.

© aweina : please do not copy, repost, or modify any of my content.

[freyito]

ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴡ/ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ

this is another little drabble thing for all the men in mk1, since i thought it was another super cute idea and i have so many requests for the lin kuei trio! but barley any for any other characters!!! i think they all deserve the same love :D these are pretty much little snippets of like how they sleep, what they do before they go to bed with you, little late night excursions, and who wakes up first/how they wake up, stuff like that :) this one took a looooot out of me goddamn, but i love it and i hope u all enjoy it too!!!!

cw: gn reader, literally just fluff, shang tsung is a diiiiiiva, proofread

-Liu Kang

Nights with Liu Kang are ethereal. When you're up to it, he's gonna take you to the most secluded place he can think of, where you can almost see the entire universe shining within the sky. He'll recount stories from the past to you, point out constellations,- even in the overcrowded sky- and even make up some, just for fun. Just because he's a god doesn't mean he won't make time for you. He actively seeks you out during the night, really.

Liu Kang doesn't move much in his sleep, either. He's got his arms around you, and his head pressed up against yours. It's the only way he can sleep well, he says. If you slip out of his arms somehow, he's awake almost immediately. It gives him peace of mind. He's also relatively warm, since he is the god of fire. So don't expect to be all covered up in blankets.

Liu Kang also refuses to leave until you are awake. He does not want to give the impression that he is abandoning you, he knows what its like to suddenly wake up alone. Quite frankly, you take precedence over godhood, and he doesn't mind waiting to start his day.

-Bi-Han

Bi-Han really enjoys nightly walks through the forest. He believes it's a great way to end the day and to wind down. The soft sounds of the wind running through the leaves, a streaming flowing in the distance, and no one but you and him. Sometimes, he'll just enjoy the silence, and other times he'll talk to you. Mundane things, stuff that even he seems to prideful to ask. But he'll ask about your day, and he'll want every little detail. Especially if you didn't get to spend your day with him.

Bi-Han also doesn't move at all in his sleep. He'll hold you every now and then, but he's more than content just sharing a bed with you. As said before, he almost has an aversion to touch. Sometimes he'll turn his back to you, but not because he's mad. It's simply a comfortable position. There are some times where he will wake up in the middle of the night and find himself wanting to hold you, so he will. He'll hold you close, almost as if he's afraid of loosing you.

Normally, Bi-Han wakes up first. Sometimes he'll be gone when you wake up, but he's soon to return. Other times, you wake up in his arms, while he's still sleeping. It's a game of chance to see who wakes up first, really.

-Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang will always wind down simply by laying in bed with you, your legs tangled amongst each other, his fingers caught up in your hair. He's so close to you, just mere centimeters from his lips, yet he does not close the distance. His eyes are transfixed on you, the silence full of love and passion and content. At the very last moment, when you get too impatient, he finally places his lips on yours. And you always melt into them, every single time.

Kuai Liang tends to move in his sleep a little, but not enough to wake you. Normally, you two will fall asleep spooning, but you'll wake up with him either pushed away from you, or somehow even closer. It's not voluntary, and when he finds himself away from you, he's a little heartbroken. But he'll make up for it, almost too quickly.

Kuai Liang will always wake up before you, he enjoys watching your sleeping face. He loves these small moments of vulnerability, it's something that matters deeply to him. To him, being able to fall asleep with someone isn't easy. He has to be comfortable being with you, and for you to be this vulnerable with him, it makes his heart skip a beat.

-Johnny Cage

Two words. Night drives. Johnny is and always will be down to take night drives with you. Around the city, somewhere in those smaller towns, or even on the country roads. Even if he complains that the country roads will fuck up his tires. He'll go anywhere you want, play any music you want, or none if you prefer Johnny's sweet, smooth voice. He'll always have his hand on your thigh, too. His hand won't wander, but he definitely enjoys your presence.

Johnny can't stay fucking still in his sleep, not for a second. Yeah, maybe he'll fall asleep with you in his arms, but when you wake up, he's sprawled out over the bed like Patrick fucking Star. You've lost track of how many times you've been kicked off the bed. All in love, though. He isn't doing it on purpose, he swears. Pinky swears. He'll get a bigger bed, soon! So you don't have to fight for your life to stay on it over the night!

You will always wake up before him, unless Johnny has a gig. He hates waking up in the morning, even if it's next to you. However, if you make an attempt to get out of bed while he's still asleep, he'll subconsciously grab onto you. He condemns you to an eternity in bed with him, as if it's your own personal hell. It isn't, but you always pout.

-Kenshi Takahashi

Like Kuai Liang, Kenshi prefers nothing more than settling down with you in bed. He enjoys the mood, having you rest your head on his bare chest, playing with your hair, running his hands down your back. Those quiet moments where you two just enjoy each others presence, finding peace within the chaos of the world. As ashamed as he is to be considered a (former) Yakuza, he does enjoy it when you trace his tattoos with your gentle hands.

While you fall asleep on Kenshi's chest more often then not, he's quite restless. He has a habit of waking up in the middle of the night and seeking your comfort. And when you end up waking up with him, there are very quiet, tender moments. He'll call you his, runs his hands down your body all warm and tender, and kiss you passionately. If those moments don't end up with something else, simply sharing the intimacy and his feelings for you gets him to go back to sleep.

Surprisingly, you'll wake up before Kenshi does. Always. Perhaps it's the fact that he can never get a full nights sleep. But he likes waking up to you being there, he won't throw a fit like Johnny does if you get up without him, but it does sting a little for him. Though, he'll always find you in the house, and will always surprise you by wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

-Kung Lao

To wind down, Kung Lao really enjoys just messing around. He's gonna chase you all around the house, slow dance with you from room to room, serenade you (horribly), and many more. He likes to make the time he spends with you as fun as possible, even if he's teasing you. By far, he loves carrying you around the house, telling you all sorts of stupid stories amidst telling you exactly how much he loves you.

Kung Lao tosses and turns quite a lot in his sleep. Yet, his arms will always find their way around your waist. Even if it's just for a couple of seconds. Sometimes, he has a habit of pushing you around the bed. He hates that he does, and he's tried to fix how restless his body is when he sleeps, but he just hasn't been able.

With that, Kung Lao always makes up for it in the morning. He's always going to wake up before you, always. Perhaps it's because of his life as a farmer, or maybe he just feels real guilty about his sleep habits. He refuses to let you leave the bed when you do wake up, he'll hold you real close by your waist and rest his forehead on yours. He'll stare in your eyes for what feels like forever, until he gives you a quick kiss on the lips and frees you.

-Raiden

Raiden enjoys just talking about your day before bed. To sit down, enjoy the sunset with each other, and talk about the mundane. Even if he's Earthrealm's protector, he really misses the mundane, the boring side of life. So to just hear about your day, even if all day was spent at home, is a great pleasure to him. And he'll tell you about his, too.

The man sleeps easy, Raiden doesn't have much troubling him in his sleep at all. He's perfectly still, although he does tend to lay on his back. He loves it when you cuddle up to him, even if you really only lay on his arm. He doesn't mind if he wakes up and it's numb, no, really.

Raiden is an early riser, and if you are too, then that's perfect. He also enjoys spending his mornings with you, in fact, he'll stay in bed til you wake up. He pretends he wakes up at the same time with you, just because it feels like a very special moment to him.

-Zeffeero

Zeffeero likes to use his magic to span out pretty little tricks for you. Laying down, your head resting on his shoulder, his hand lazily tracing your waist, as he spins out little spirals, forms stars, almost like shadow puppets. He'll argue that it's a waste of his talent, but you know he loves doing it for you. He loves that little sparkle of adoration in your eyes.

Zeffeero has a harder time going to sleep. He actually struggles a little with physical touch when he's trying to sleep, so more often then not, you two end up sleeping facing eachother. He'll cuddle you before bed, of course, but he just doesn't know why he has a problem with it when he's asleep. He's perfectly still, in his sleep though.

Because of this, you always wake up to Zeffeero playing with your hair, admiring your features, and even humming slightly to himself. That being said, it doesn't matter how early you wake up, he will always, always wake up first. It's almost like a challenge for you, but you don't relinquish the sweet sanctity of sleep.

-Tomas Vrbada

Tomas loves making the night magical, with what he can do. The amount of effort and thought he puts into every night to make it the perfect experience is almost scary. Anything you want, he'll do. However, he loves slow dancing with you in your room before you two fall asleep. Especially in the dark. It's a wonder how he doesn't bump into anything, guiding you along. During this, he loves to intertwine his fingers with yours, pulling you in real close by the small of your back, and peppering your face with kisses.

After you two end up falling onto the bed, Tomas keeps you close. He wraps you two up in the covers, and falls asleep relatively quickly. As peaceful as he seems during the day, at night he feels haunted by what would have been. Tomas has chronic nightmares, and he tends to wake up a lot in the middle of the night. If he wakes you up with them, he feels so guilty. He doesn't wake up suddenly, since he is used to this, but he does tend to twitch in his sleep.

It's a 50/50 chance with who will wake up first, if it's Tomas, he re-adjusts and pulls you in even closer. He hates waking up, he's the type to spend at least an hour in bed with you before properly waking up. If you wake up first, and leave the bed, he actively seeks you out in his tired state. Once he finds you, he drags you right back to bed.

-Baraka

Night walks are one of the greatest ways to end the day with Baraka. Anywhere, he'll always make the small trip worth it. Normally, you two walk in silence. It's not a bad thing, simply spending time with you reminds him how loved he is. But sometimes you'll find odd little things to talk about, tell stories, all of it.

Baraka prefers not to hold you, in fact he's afraid to even sleep in the same bed. He loves you, and it's because of that. He's worried about spreading Tarkat to you, so he'll keep his distance in bed. He wants so desperately to hold you, to bury his face in your neck and feel your warmth, but your life is not worth that. Because of this, he sleeps with his back to you.

Baraka wakes up before you. He sleeps lightly, and any little twitch wakes him up. Normally, he can never really get back to sleep. So he'll sit up in bed and wait on you to wake up. He thinks it's important for you to wake up to him, because with all the things he wants to do but can't, he at least wants you to know he'll always be there.

-Geras

Geras' favorite thing to do to wind down before you two go to bed is to read with you. Perhaps he is a construct of time and has no use for mortal literature, but he kind of finds it interesting. Whatever book you're reading, he wants to read, too. Having you sit on his lap, while you two read the same book, it makes him tired. Even though he really has no concept of being tired. You bring out a whole range of emotions that he never thought was possible from a construct.

If you don't fall asleep as-is in Geras' arms, he loves spooning. He really has no need for sleep, but he will gladly guide you off to sleep. He'll stroke your hair, place kisses on the back of your shoulders, and whisper all sorts of sweet nothings. And once you're asleep, he goes right back to watching over the timeline. He'd love to sleep with you, but it is really only something he can fake.

By the time you're awake, Geras is right back in bed with you. He'd hate to have you wake up alone, so he always takes an hour or so out of his tireless watch to be with you in the morning. He'll wake you up gently, make you some tea, and hold you close for a couple minutes, before kissing you and sending you off on your day.

-Syzoth

By far, Syzoth is probably the most cuddly. He enjoys watching some of Johnny's horrid movies before bed,- but only the nice ones- while he's all wrapped around you. He's got his legs tangled up with yours, holding you close to his chest, and kissing the crown of your head. He actually refuses to have you leave his arms- unless you really need it or are uncomfortable- because keeping you close is the only thing that really sends him to sleep.

You'll fall asleep like that, too. You have an effect on Syzoth, he just feels so happy and safe with you that he'll fall asleep halfway through the movie. While he tends to wake up every now and then, he doesn't move a damn muscle in his sleep. Not a one. Sometimes, he'll squeeze you just a little tighter when he wakes up. To remind himself that you're there.

You end up waking up before Syzoth does, and it's a struggle to get out of his hold. But, by then, he's awake too. He'll let you escape, but when you get out of bed, he insists on pulling you back to bed with him. For at least 20 more minutes. And then, he'll follow you around as you brush your teeth, shower, etc. He's especially clingy in the morning.

-Havik

As mentioned in my love languages post, Havik loves naps. So normally, you find yourself laying on his chest, while he tries to fall asleep for the third time today. He believes being able to fall asleep with someone is the ultimate vulnerability, so having you there makes him feel stronger. As long as some part of you is touching him while he drifts off, he's happy. And if you even stray from him, he's pulling you back in, all grumpy.

Havik has trouble sleeping properly, despite his favorite pastime. He finds himself waking up quite often, and he has some rather visceral reactions. He tends to wake you up, too. But he's always apologetic. He'll pull you in closer, loosing himself in your eyes. Only then do you two end up falling back asleep. Sometimes, it repeats a couple times through the night, but there are some nights where he sleeps peacefully.

You will always wake up before Havik does. But he's still very aware of his surroundings, so if you try and leave the bed before he's even semi-conscious, he's going to pout and pull you back in once more. He'll hide his face in your neck, muttering "mine", until he's fully awake and ready to start the day.

-General Shao

Shao is a fucking CUDDLEBUG. Despite his big and mean demeanor, he loves showing you around the city before bed. Even if you've seen it a thousand times before, he loves the palace at night. He's got his hand on your waist, in the moments he knows you two are alone. And when you two get back home, he's carrying you to bed. He refuses to let you walk. You're his, and he's going to treat you like royalty. He'll make sure you're all snug and comfortable under the sheets, then get underneath them with you.

When Shao is still in his sleep, he's got one arm around you and your head pressed up against his chest. For someone with a life like his, he sleeps peacefully, though he does sleep light. Any little sound that isn't just you shifting in bed, or the house settling has him awake and fully alert. I'd be lying if I said he didn't have a couple knives ready. Not that he needs them. He'll slink out of bed and scout out the whole house to make sure nothings amiss. And once he's sure that no ones here to try and hurt him or you, he'll get back in bed. When you ask what happened, he'll saying "Nothing" in this tired and grumpy voice.

Waking up in the bed alone is a common occurrence. Shao's a general, so he has to be up bright and early, no matter how long you two stayed up til. He regrets that he can't spend time in the morning with you, but sometimes you'll find him getting ready, and that's quite enough for him.

-Shang Tsung

Wherever you two are, Shang Tsung enjoys taking you out on a "romantic" night, walking and talking, a little slow dancing here and there, and really just showing you off to the complete strangers of the night. He'll even steal some passionate kisses under the moon, just to top off the night. And when you return home, he's whining that he's too tired and will just drag you right to bed.

Shang Tsung loves to be held in bed, yeah he'll hold you too, but you have to be the big spoon. Have to. He's a diva like that. And if you so much as accidentally move in his sleep, he's going to pout and whine in the morning that you didn't hold him. But he sleeps rather soundly, aside from that. In fact, he's a pretty heavy sleeper.

You are the first to wake up, and Shang Tsung will wake up only a second after. You know, to whine that you aren't holding him close enough. After that, though, he refuses to leave bed. Begging you to stay, almost desperately. Especially in the morning, he seeks your comfort. He wants to hold you, whisper all sorts of things to you, all to ease his mind.

-Reiko

Reiko is the only one who thinks the very, very best way to end the day is sparring. He's going to tackle you in bed, and while you writhe and try to break free of his touch, he's going to pepper your face with kisses and make his way from your bottom lip, to your chin, to your neck, only to pick you up and fake throwing you back down. Yeah, it wakes you up more than it tires you out, but after a couple minutes, he'll give up and lay down on the bed with you. Out of breath. He puts way too much effort into play fighting with you, really.

Those moments are the very rare moments you get to see Reiko drop his serious, war-ridden face. After all that, he'll roll over to his side and lay his arm over you. He won't full-on cuddle you at night, he finds it harder to sleep like that. But he makes sure he's touching you in some way. However, he has a hard time sleeping peacefully. He's haunted, and he tends to wake up at least twice a night. He doesn't have a big reaction, it's more like he's flinch a bit and wake up. It's something that will never wake you up, but he will always take a minute to hover over you when he does wake up.

Like Shao, Reiko always wakes up first. But he'll wake you up with him. All gentle like, he won't shake you or anything. He wants to make sure he gets at least a few words and waking moments with you before he starts his day. And before he leaves, he always pulls you in for a soft kiss, one full of yearning and adoration. That's something he will never forget to do.

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* Damian telling some story*

Jason: That is such bullshit

Damian: NO IT IS NOT

Y/n: Jason, if Damian says it's true then who are we to believe otherwise

Jason: Oh Okay, but no one believes me when I say I beat the last level of Mortal Kombat.

Y/n: Because that's just ridiculous Jason, no one beats Sub-Zero or Kronika