Shang Tsung’s Owner (jk)

gojo meets rindou !

gojo had no idea you were in the same district as him. he had business in minato city, particularly in roponggi, that had something to do with work, and while you had told him you were going to eat lunch with a friend, but you didn't exactly specify to your beloved father what kind of friend you were with.

gojo had just finished his business and was on his way home when he noticed a familiar [color]-head out of the corner of his eye as he passed by a restaurant. gojo turned his head and had to double-check to make sure he wasn't seeing things, which was kind of stupid given that he has six eyes and incredible perception with them.

but it was you, really you, who he saw inside the said restaurant from outside due to the crystalline clear glass panes in the window.

you were sitting near the window, holding hands with a young man gojo didn't recognize. the boy wore his neckline-length blond and purple hair down in a curtain style. gojo took in such a sharp gasp of air that he found himself clutching his chest as if he had been shot.

gojo approached the glass pane window and literally banged on it, causing you and the boy you were kissing to come to a halt and turn towards him. your and your boyfriend's eyes widened as a result.

"w-what the fuck?" rindou cried out.

"oi, rin! watch your language! that's my dad!" you exclaimed, grasping his hand.

as you and rindou stiffened, gojo stormed inside the restaurant, ignoring everyone's stares and a series of gasps and whispers, and made his way to your and rindou's table by the window.

gojo's snowflake hair became even whiter as he looked at you and then at your boyfriend. you grasped his hand, squeezing it as he gulped. rindou had already heard about gojo and who he was from you, "lunch with a friend huuuh?!"

"haha.. yeah, lunch with a friend," you said sheepishly, motioning over to rindou to emphasize him, "boyfriend, dad, boyfriend."

"h-hello, gojo-san! it's nice to meet you," rindou stood up from his seat and bowed his head in respect to your adoptive father, "my name is haitani rindou."

without your intervention, your adoptive father would have infinite voided rindou on the spot as he removed his black round sunglasses from his eyes. gojo just couldn't believe his eyes! you, his precious little kikufuku, have had a boyfriend all this time? a literal boyfriend!

his mind was short-circuiting from this piece of information, but it's no wonder you were all dressed up so nicely today!

nonetheless, gojo did ended up at the table with you and rindou, particularly right next to you as he narrowed his eyes at him.

"rindou, huh?" gojo raised a brow.

"yes.." rindou nodded in response.

"when the hell did you started dating my daughter, huh? what's your background? do you go to her school too?" gojo asked questions after questions, causing you to sweat drop.

"daaad!" you whined, tapping gojo's arm, "stop that. don't do this to me right here!"

"what? i have to know who this rindou-boy is!" gojo huffed as he turned to face you, his cheeks puffing out childishly, "and don't think you ain't getting a scolding too, lil' missy! you have a boyfriend this whole time and you've been hiding it from me—of all people—your dad!" he said as he pinched your cheek and tugged at it.

"because i wasn't prepared to tell you! i knew you'd freak out!" you argued, gently swatting his hand away from your cheek.

"freak out? how am i not supposed to freak out when i see my little kikufuku out in the open, in some restaurant, kissing a boy?!" gojo exclaimed, making a fake disgusted face and using a dramatic tone of voice.

"dad, he's my boyfriend! he's not just some boy i'm kissing!" you reasoned, motioning over to rindou.

"oh yeah? well, i specifically told you not to date until you're thirty!" gojo crossed his arms across his chest.

"gojo-san, please, c-calm down," rindou interrupted your somewhat comical bickering with your father and motioned his hands flat up and down in the air.

"don't tell me to calm down, boy! you still haven't answered my questions!" exclaimed gojo, causing rindou to stiffen.

for a delinquent who rules roponggi with his brother, rindou would be lying if he said he wasn't afraid of your father. despite how amusing gojo's reactions to you, his beloved child, having a boyfriend were, he was still was on another level compared to rindou.

gojo satoru, as you described to rindou, was the limitless sorcerer and bearer of the six eyes. this is the very person who raised you and taught you how to fight. furthermore, your father was the head of the gojo clan, one of the three major jujutsu families. he was a big shot.

you silently groaned to yourself, palming your face, even as you and rindou had to listen to gojo give the two of you a full-blown scolding, err, rant, you weren't sure because you weren't paying that much attention, but gojo kept repeating the fact that you shouldn't be dating until you're thirty years old—which is just funny because he's barely thirty himself 💀

when you saw rindou tense up in front of your dad, you couldn't help but sweat. under the table, his hand was practically squeezing yours. this was the first time the roponggi deliquent felt so afraid and vulnerable, which is understandable, but it surprised you to see how attentive he was to gojo and his scolding.

"you're not a gang member, are you?" gojo sighed sharply, finishing his scolding but raising a brow, his eyes now boring intently at the exposed tattoo on rindou's neck.

you and rindou perked up and exchanged glances at gojo's second question, now sweating as rindou spoke up nervously.

"about that, gojo-san..."

"[name]..."

"dad, please don't infinite void my boyfriend..."

toji meets ran !

fushuguro toji, your biological father, tries his hardest to catch up with your life, given that you've been raised by gojo Satoru your entire life and that his second chance in life would be a waste if he didn't choose to change his ways.

toji is a lot more gojo when it comes to parenting. he's protective of you, and he just can't help it. you're his daughter, the youngest in his family because tsumiki is the oldest. so, as soon as he heard from gojo that he thought you had a boyfriend, he deadass turned back into an assassin. man's hunting the said guy down 💀

toji easily tracked you down as an ex-assassin, and it was safe to say that the limitless sorcerer wasn't wrong. your biological father found you in harajuku, and the fact that he did so solely on foot is terrifying.

his eyes widened when he saw you walk out of the hair salon, holding hands with a tall, lanky man with twin braids, and that wasn't even the end of it. you were also dressed up so nicely too, you were literally wearing yves saint laurent clothing, matching with the guy with you.

toji's hands trembled as he watched you and the above said man smile and laugh as you two walked together to a restaurant, a fucking five-star one at that.

his father instincts were kicking in. oh god. toji had never felt anything like this before. is this how his late wife's father felt when he found out that her beloved daughter was dating him?

the emotions that were overwhelming poor toji worsened when the man you were with bent down and kissed your lips while caring for your side. the ex-assassin practically jumped, darting towards you with his mind and body screaming, 'NOT ON MY WATCH!'

when you and ran were pulled away, you were caught off guard. you were stunned as ran's eyes widen to see toji himself—a much taller, bigger, and muscular man with mid-length straight black hair that reaches to his ears. he had sharp, green eyes and a scar on the corner of his right lip.

"you've got some nerve to take my girl away from me," ran said, not intimidated in the least by the said man.

"your girl?" exclaimed toji, "you're the one who's got some nerve to kiss my daughter like that!"

"dad!" you cried out, now grasping Toji's arm and breaking the two's tension.

"daughter...? dad...?" ran asked, his purple eyes softening but widening with surprise and confusion, "is this guy your dad? not the other one with white hair?"

"i'm fushiguro [name], her dad," toji confirmed, eyes hardening.

it was now your boyfriend's turn to be surprised. he was no longer intimidated; he was now actually scared. ran fucked up. this guy was your literal father, and he just screwed up his first impression big time.

with that, ran found his sweat dripping from the tone of toji's voice. as he looked into his green and purple eyes, he realized you once mentioned having a biological father and that the man who raised you was your adoptive father, but looking at him and, well, comparing him to you—this guy was fucking scary as hell.

you can be scary if you want to; you're the scarlet witch, but you're sweeter and kinder looking, at least when you're not pissed off—he could say that makes you look like your father.

"what are you even here doing in harajuku, dad?!" you questionrd, stepping away from toji to walk towards ran and side with him.

"what am i doing here?" repeated toji, his hands on his hips, as he returned the question, "what are you doing here?"

toji then darted his gaze towards ran, "and just who the fuck is this guy with you?"

"i'm haitani ran," ran managed to say with enough courage, his hand intertwining with yours, "and i'm your daughter's boyfriend, sir."

ran mentally cursed himself as he watched toji narrow his eyes and glare at him, scrutinizing him from head to toe. you were alarmed because ran, who rules roponggi with his younger brother, haitani rindou, was not one to be scared or nervous, but you could feel the hand you were holding tremble.

ran may not know much about your biological father because he knows more about your adoptive father, but he can tell toji is just as dangerous as gojo, even if ran is unaware that toji is an ex-assassin and has faced gojo in a fight before using only raw prowess and wits.

"well, aren't you a daring one?" toji smirked at ran, "not only did you just threaten me, her father, earlier, but you sure are confident to claim yourself as my daughter's boyfriend."

"because i am [name]'s boyfriend," ran replied more confidently this time, but his tone was serious, a far cry from his usual whimsical demeanor to other people, "and i love her."

"hmm, I'll give you that. i like a guy with spunk," toji exclaimed, but he glared either way, "but kissing my daughter is crossing the line, buddy."

"ugh, he's my boyfriend. alright?" you groaned, holding the nape of your neck, "of course he can kiss me, dad!"

"kiss you? oh, hell no, [name]!" toji shook his head, "gojo and i haven't approved anything, and besides, didn't he tell you you're not allowed to date until you're thirty? huh?!"

"he's not even thirty, but why does he get to—you were cut off immediately with toji pinching your cheek and him dramtically and comically reacting very similarly to gojo right now.

"gojo's words still stand! you hear?!"

"but daaaad i love ran!"

[ author's notes ! to be honest, i haven't written for tokyo revengers in a loooong while, but hopefully this is alright. thanks for requesting anon :D hhh i missed it a lot ! also no need to apologize. i think your english is great anon dear ! ]

That was the saying, anyway. Weddings were celebrations of love so radiant that it spilt over into everyone present, an infectious sort of happiness that made even strangers feel like family. You sat among the guests with the familiar, bubbly ache swelling in your chest, clapping, smiling, watching Bob and Helen make their vows. However, as much as you wanted just to soak it in, a treacherous thought whispered in your mind: what if it were you up there in the white dress, promising to share your life with another? 

You pushed that notion down into the depths of an unconscious psyche, the way you always did. Commitment wasn’t your thing; that was what you told everyone: friends, flings, and even family when they continuously asked when you were going to settle down with a lovely man and start a family. It wasn’t like you were totally against the idea of settling down, or disliked people who chose that path; it just felt unfeasible sometimes. You had no issue getting a date, it was just making them stay and trying to mould them into the partner you wanted that was the issue; no matter how many times you had a therapy session where your therapist always said you couldn’t change people, it still always stung how you’d see people become better versions of themselves for a partner, and no one ever did the same for you. So, you just wore the label of ‘noncommittal’ like a badge of honour, at least you wouldn’t get hurt or feel embarrassed if things only remained as a fling—just rolling with the punches, you always told yourself. After all, it wasn’t like you had time to settle down and think about a love life, not when your career as a superhero was taking priority in your life. A role of wife in the suburbs probably wouldn’t happen, and you were okay with that, right? 

The ceremony was beautiful, despite Bob arriving ridiculously late. You had the chance to watch their vows, witness how they toasted to their happiness, and then retreat to the reception’s edge. Your eyes continues to watch how they fed each other a slice of cake, both of them being gentle and holding their hands in a cupping motion underneath the fork as they partaked in a tradition; on the other hand, you were sitting at the corner of the room, at a table alone with amber liquid in your hand, your two left feet firmly keeping you off the dance floor. Couples spun across the room, laughing, swaying, their movements full of ease and warmth. Husbands twirled their wives, boyfriends dipped their girlfriends, and arms wrapped securely around someone who mattered. 

Must be nice, you thought as you continued to swirl your glass. 

You couldn’t help but think about your plans—or shall we say your lack of—when you would come home. Like any other day, you would go home to emptiness, maybe have another drink and convince yourself that it was never an issue and that even heroes need a bit of pick-me-up now and again, and fall asleep, alone, as per usual. It seemed everyone had someone, and you were left with silence. 

“Now,” came a smooth voice at your shoulder, interrupting your sombre thoughts. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone?”

Of course. Jack. 

You smirked without looking at him, your vision remaining on the glass. “Oh, you came, I didn’t expect you to be here. Weddings never struck me as… your kind of celebration,” you answered back. 

“Bob’s my friend,” he replies easily, settling into the seat beside you with confidence radiating off him with every word and movement. “Had to show up. Besides, Helen doesn’t exactly hurt the view.” 

You rolled your eyes, teasing. “I’ve yet to meet a girl in this room you haven’t ogled.” 

He grinned, unbothered. “What can I say? I appreciate variety. Diversity of taste isn’t a crime.” His smile curled into something sharper, more deliberate, his movements creeping closer to your personal space as the pad of his finger ran up your arm. “And for the record, you’re definitely the one I’ve ogled at most.” 

Of course, classic Jack. It was well known to everyone that Jack was a ladies' man, a womaniser to be exact. Still, at least he never tried to be something he wasn’t. He was honest about enjoying a roll in the hay and appreciating the aesthetic of a woman—friend or foe. With both of you having the ‘noncommital’ aspect of your public personality, it was no wonder that you two had conversations that were rich in tension and flirtation. But it wasn’t like you were complaining; it felt nice to be wanted, even if it was for one thing. 

You arched your brow, lips quirking in return as your gaze finally met his. “Oh, really?” 

“Really. When do I ever lie?” 

Of course, you did want to be cheeky and announce the times he did lie, perhaps trying to get away with something he or his friends did that was mischievous or how he let yet another pretty villain out because she gave him the eyes. But, you weren’t going to go into detail. If all things went to plan, maybe you wouldn’t have to be alone with your thoughts tonight. You would take anything if it meant a change from your miserable routine. 

“Hm,” he could audibly hear you biting back a response, watching as you sipped your drink to mask your growing smirk, “but you do get a little… much sometimes.” 

He chuckled, leaning closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin. “What can I say? I get ahead of myself. But… tonight’s about celebration,” his finger started to trace slow circles on your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, “and you look lonely… I’m feeling kinda lonely… I wanna fix that, don’t you, doll?”

You kept your voice and demeanour smooth, matching his game; it wouldn’t be fun if he didn’t have to put even the slightest bit of work in. “What happened to being here to support a friend?” 

“C’mon, doll,” he murmured, closing the space between you as his muscular arm started to wrap around you, feeling the quality of his shirt as it pressed against your skin. “You know there’s always been something between us. We just never gave it a chance… Besides, you’ve always been on my radar… I say we take a chance.” 

It was bold. Too bold. And yet, with the warmth spreading in your chest and the image of another quiet night in your empty apartment awaiting you, well, that choice wasn’t difficult. 

~~~

After the celebrations, it wasn’t long before you found yourself in Jack’s apartment. Neither of you wasted time; the champagne glasses were abandoned on the coffee table, and a trail of discarded clothes marked the path to his bedroom. The place looked every bit the bachelor pad you imagined it to be: sleek, dark tones that practically screamed red flag. Maybe it was the alcohol, perhaps it was the gnawing loneliness you’d be fighting all night, but you didn’t care. Tonight, you were content to be his flavour, and he knew exactly how to make you forget about the ills of anxiety festering in your mind. 

“F-fuck, Jack,” you cried out, toes curling as his fingers worked mercifully between your thighs. The slick slide of them inside you had your body arching off the bed, needy whimpers spilling from your lips. “Mm, I can’t handle—fuck… I can’t take any more.”

“Oh, I think you want more, don’t you, dollface?” he drawled, eyes glinting with amusement as he slid a third finger in your arching hole, stretching you deliciously. A shudder tore through you when he curled them just right, brushing that spot that made your vision spark white. “Look at that… you’re so tight, grabbing onto me like such a good girl… I think you can take a lot more.”

“Please—Jack, I can’t—” your voice cracked, hips bucking helplessly against his hand, you were practically obsessed with how he was making you feel, slowly pushing your body weight down to fuck his fingers into wild oblivion as your chest rose and fell rapidly with each labouring breath of desperation you made just for him. 

He chuckled low in his chest, leaning close enough that his lips brushed your ear. “You think you’re reading for my cock, sweet thing?” 

“y-yeah,” you gasped, clutching the sheets in a death grip, your eyes starting to roll back into your head as you felt the pad of his thumb trace sensual circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves; your lip quivering as he matched the overwhelming feeling with a long, wet, stripe licking along your pebbled nipple. 

“Oh, I think you can ask better than that, sweetheart,” he gave you a dangerous smirk, “come on, ask properly.” 

“Please… Jack… I want—I need to feel you, please, please, please,” you mewled out pathetically. To think you were dealing a good stack of cards at the reception earlier, now you’re left to be a shuddering mess of a person. 

“Mm, that’s better, much better,” he finished his words off with a playful nibble of your erect bud, leaving you to release another gasp into the atmosphere. He finally withdrew his fingers, starting to line his body up with yours. “Besides, how could I deny a lady when she begs so sweetly?” 

He was so annoying, so infuriating, yet felt so good. Jack had you wrapped around his little finger. As much as you knew he had far too much practice in moments like this, you didn’t care, you only cared about the pleasure he had you chasing; how he ignited that coil within you to start to tighten into a knot, tension rising as you were chasing for the coil to snap back into a releasing straightness. 

He pressed the thick head of his cock against your soaking entrance, teasing you as he slid it up and down sensually and painfully slow, making you whimper every time it caught at your entrance, waiting for when he’d finally press himself in. 

“Jack,” you whined, half-lidded eyes looking up at his, a pleading look painted over your features. 

“You look so fucking good like this,” he murmured, voice like velvet. “Why haven’t we done this sooner? Seems like such a waste.” 

“I—I-I don’t know—just shut up, and—aahhh!” Your words cut off into a scream, your eyes widening and fluttering into a blissful look as he buried his thick, hard length inside you with one rough, claiming thrust. Your legs automatically locked around his waist, dragging him impossibly closer as your walls clenched around him like a vice. 

“H—holy shit,” he moaned as a shaky breath escaped as he felt your tight walls flutter around his throbbing cock, “tight little thing, aren’t you?” His groan was guttural, almost reverent, as he began to pound into you, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing filthy and raw. He shifted, hauling one of your legs over his shoulder to drill himself deeper, and you shattered, moans tumbling out in incoherent strings as your thighs started to shake and finger nails pressing into the skin of his back. 

He was good, no wonder he was a favourite of the ladies. 

Your vision blurred, breath ragged, until the coil inside you snapped, your release crashing over you with violent force. You cried out, gushing around him, and Jack soon followed suit with shuddering curses, spilling hot ropes inside your fluttering walls. As both of you kept releasing laboured breaths, he slowly continued to rock his hips inside your heat, milking every last pulse and stroke before finally pulling out, leaving you achingly empty. 

Your legs collapsed on the bed, your body flat as your chest continued to heave, eyes fixed on the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath. 

Beside you, Jack laughed softly, running a hand through his sweat-damped hair. “You know,” he murmured, his voice still thick with satisfaction, “it’d be a real shame to leave this as a one-time thing. Seems like a waste of a… really good connection.

His name has become a confusing mix of a disgust and comfort. If anyone ever calls him Dairou he gets insanely mad, remembering his life in Seido in the lowest caste and all the dictatorship over his life. Yet when his partner calls him his name... its almost like a comforting blanket he's never felt being wrapped around him. He doesn't have to be Havik, Cleric of chaos and symbol of anarchy. He can let himself relax for a moment, his worries can drift away for another day. With his partner... he can just be Dairou.

Surprisingly he is a good cook. Now his method of cooking may be a bit... unorthodox. You don't really know what he's cooking with. Or how he even got it in the first place. But give him some meat, herbs and spices and a fire. He'll be able to roast up a good tasting meal.

Has issues with monogamy. Not being faithful part but more the idea of having fidelity forced onto him? He doesn't like the idea of rules or societal norms re-shackling him after he's gained his freedom. If his partner is fine with polyamory or having an open relationship, great. If his partner isn't comfortable, communicating it as a personal preference and comfort level would gain more an understanding reaction from him rather than telling him he needs too.

Man's comfortable as hell in his relationship and partner. Would never tell his partner what they can or can't do or wear cause fuck that shit. You wanna go to a club wearing a sexy ass outfit and show yourself off? He's your hype man. Go out nude, he'd support it.

Will kill a man if someone messed with his partner.

Has killed a man for messing with his partner.

Has a habit of mutilating himself at the most random of times. Almost like the habit of cracking one's knuckles he starts to feel stiff and really uncomfortable if he hasn't snapped or torn a part of his body for a while.

His partner will have to force this man to put on a shirt if they are going out in Earthrealm. He doesn't understand the social norms of Earthrealm and frankly... he doesn't give a shit to learn. He'll eventually put on a shirt if his partner insists for their own comfort

Has tried to fight police officers, many times.

Getting this man to properly bath himself is a hassle on its own. He grew up in a way where bathing was a luxury few could afford so self care isn't something he's well versed or keen on. If his partner insists that they'd join him in the bath or shower then eventually they'll be able to pull his grimy ass into the water. Once he is in the water however, good luck getting him back out.

Lil NSFW~ Any marks his partner makes on his body during night time fun will always be saved on his body. He'll never fully heal them up, scars are like a badge on honor to this man. Now he gets to walk around with more scars and scars that his partner placed on his body from how well he was fucking their brains out.

Shang Tsung helps you walk to your room after dinner, pulling back the covers and settling you into bed with your heavily pregnant belly

your hands rub at your belly, and you groan as you finally settle back down, finally able to lay down and get the weight of your baby off your back

Shang Tsung gives you a worried frown, asking if everything was okay, and you wave him off, saying that you’re fine, just that even sitting had your whole body aching

he presses his lips together and rests a hand on your stomach, looking down and telling the baby to stop giving you so much trouble

you chuckle, and the sorcerer smiles, content that he was able to make you laugh despite your exhaustion

he leans down, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before he says he’s going to clean up the dishes and asking if you need anything, but you just tell him to go clean-up and that you’ll be fine after a few minutes of laying down

Shang Tsung nods, sneaking in one more kiss to make you giggle, and then he goes back to the kitchens to clean everything up

wiping down the tables and washing the dishes and then throwing away the scraps of food that would spoil overnight, he looks at the kitchen, feeling proud of himself

he comes back to the room and finds you coming out of the bathroom, and rushes over to you and holds onto your hand, leading you back to the bed

you nearly fall into the bed, absolutely exhausted and fall asleep quickly, and Shang Tsung smiles and rubs his thumb over your cheek before going to freshen himself up as well to go to bed

it’s a rather quick process, and he slides into the covers next to you, hearing your soft deep breaths as you sleep and letting it lull him to sleep

his nights are usually dreamless and peaceful, but he can hear something in the room, slowly rousing him from the dredges of sleep

his vision clears, seeing you cry swollen tears and your hand stuck down your bottoms, and he can hear you whining and whimpering and begging for him

Shang Tsung turns onto his side and finds you staring back at him, and he raises his hand to rub a thumb across your cheeks and says that of course he will

he makes his way up, sleep slipping off his figure as he rubs his eyes and starts to wake up, and he shuffles his way down, sliding off your underwear and spreading your legs wide

he moves your hand away from yourself, and he spreads your swollen folds with his own slender fingers

you’re soaking wet, pussy clenching around nothing, looking for something to fill it up, and you whine and weakly moan out his name to get him to do anything

he hums and presses his thumb into your clit, watching how your thighs slightly jolt and how you let out a loud keen at the feeling

Shang Tsung hums, smirking as he rubs slow circles into your clit and listens to how you let out choked moans and whimpers

lowering himself, he scoots up close to you, using his free arm to hook under and around your thigh to keep you close to him

moving his hand downward to slip his fingers into your warm heat, Shang Tsung presses forward and uses his tongue to lick firmly against your swollen clit

you gasp at the stretch, moaning out his name, and Shang Tsung grins and thrusts his fingers in and out of you slowly, listening to how your pussy makes a lewd sound every time he pushes in

your cunt drools onto the bed, staining the sheets, but Shang Tsung can’t really care, not when you taste and sound so sweet underneath his practiced tongue

he wraps his lips around your clit, flicking it back and forth, and he closes his eyes to really savor the taste of you

you gasp and whine, thighs twitching in his hold as you cum, pussy clenching down on him fingers

he keeps thrusting them into you, letting you ride out your first orgasm of the night on them, and his tongue presses firmly against your clit

ever since you had gotten pregnant, you had become so sensitive and reactive to his touch, and you had also gotten very very needy for Shang Tsung

he wasn’t complaining, not at all, and he loved how much you needed him, how you would always find him because your own fingers were never enough

under his fingers, you were so pliant and sweet, and he guided you through every up and down, as he pleasured you and punished you

it fueled his ego and also became quite the good stress release whenever his experiments failed or weren’t ready to perform just yet

Shang Tsung hums, making you let out a mewl of pleasure as the vibrations travel through you and sends pleasure shooting through your nerves and fill your head with a hazy fog, and he just continues to hum and moan into your clit

you let out a little pants and gasps as his tongue continues to flick and lap against you, his fingers thrusting in and out of you and curling up to find your little sweet spot

a low moan falls from your throat as you grip onto the sheets and fist them

Shang Tsung massages the spot with his fingers, drawing a strangled gasp out of you, and your pussy clenches down on him, trying to draw him in deeper

he just continues his steady pace, feeling his head cloud with something as he continues to lap at you with his tongue

you’re so sweet to him, so beautiful like this as he makes you cum on his tongue and fingers, and he truly could stay like this forever to keep drawing those whines out of you

it’s a gorgeous sound, one that fills his ears just right and has him wanting more

his hips grind into the mattress, making him groan into your cunt, and he fucks his fingers into you faster, wanting to taste your cum again

your thighs squeeze around your head, muffling any sound he can hear from you, but your whimpers still ring clear in his head as you cum on his tongue again

he needs more, desperately so, and he ruts against the mattress like a feral animal as he sucks and laps at your pussy

he can hear you let out a sob of pleasure, and Shang Tsung simply drags you closer to press himself closer to your cunt, as if the taste would intensify

his tongue brings you to orgasm after orgasm, and it fills his mouth with the clean taste of you

he can feel his own orgasm coming upon him, how pleasure curls in his stomach and his head buzzes nicely at the taste of you

your thighs are plush, warm, and thick around his head, and by the gods, he loves it when you squeeze them around him

he can barely breathe, but it doesn’t matter as he feels you tremble and shake around him, so close to your high once again

Shang Tsung whimpers into your cunt, hips grinding down into the mattress as his own cum spills onto the sheets and stains them

he doesn’t waste a drop of yours however, tongue lapping at you as he drinks it all in, and your thighs loosen around his head as you sigh and mumble out something

the sorcerer lifts his head up, slipping his fingers out of you, and he swirls his fingers around them, moaning at the taste

you look up at him, and he looks at the tear-streaks down your face and your swollen lips from biting them too hard, and he comes up, minding your stomach, to give you a soft kiss

your whines fill his ears clearly once more as you taste yourself on his tongue, and he pulls away and pets your hair with his clean hand, telling you to rest

you mumble out something, but your eyes already droop down and soon sleep takes you into its grasp

Shang Tsung chuckles and goes to clean himself and you up

Johnny: I call bullshit. There’s no way anyone found you boyfriend material.

Shang Tsung: Well if you’re such a charming actor, care to tell me why your wife left?

Syzoth: Y/n?! So all those groans coming from your testing chambers were-

Shang Tsung: None of your business.

Reiko: Y/n has distracted you from the general’s orders.

Shang Tsung: Have you ever been in love with more than just your duties, little boy?

Y/N: If I win tonight, you shapeshift into whoever I please.

Shang Tsung: And if I win, I get to test my newest set of claws.

Shang Tsung: Either way y/n will have you, you’ll always be a freak.

Syzoth: Who’s to say they don’t enjoy freaks?

Johnny: So uh…what happens in bed? Skin or scale?

Syzoth: May you never know the answer to that.

Kung Lao: I still haven't recovered from what we saw in those dungeons, Syzoth.

Syzoth: Y/n has been kind enough to hear my burdens.

Syzoth: How did your court discover my relations with y/n that quickly?!

Mileena: They have their ways, Syzoth. I know this far too well.

Y/n: You used to do shows with Shang Tsung, is that right?

Syzoth: Win this fight, and I can do more than answer that question.

Shao: Of all the things we’ve won in war, I'm surprised a partner is what now satisfies you.

Reiko: To the victor go the spoils, general.

Bi Han: A true warrior would have no time for pointless relations. You’ve gone soft.

Reiko: You’re a fool to think they don’t invigorate me.

Shang Tsung: If it makes you feel any better, I don't think the general heard you sparring with y/n last night.

Reiko: Say another word and I’ll slit your throat.

Johnny: So the tough guy’s got heart eyes? I bet you’re a huge softie.

Reiko: All earthrealmers speak utter nonsense...

Y/N: Don't lie to Johnny — you’re softer than you think, Reiko.

Reiko, lowly: Have you forgotten the marks I've made on you?

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.

“Thank you so much for looking after the kids for us today father…!” You say, placing the baby bag on the table with all of Jun’s essential supplies. The old man quickly waved his hands. “O-OH! No- no! No trouble at all! I’m always available whenever you need..h-help!” He stuttered.

Truthfully, you didn’t like to trouble old man hantengu if you could help it, he was old. Like- very old. You learned very early in your relationship with the boys that he didn’t have a very easy life growing up. An orphan at birth, he grew up struggling with Borderline Personality disorder. Because of his random mood swings, people would distance themselves from him and he was unable to hold down a job.

You wondered why no one could see what was wrong with him back then and didn’t help him.  Then you realized old man Hantengu came from a time where such notions of ‘Mental illness’ were looked down upon and that such people couldn’t be helped. So Old man Hantengu was forced to turn to a life of crime, stealing cars, breaking into homes and pickpocketing every clueless fool within his range.

He ended up marrying a prostitute because truthfully, no one else would have him and he thought he was happy. After his wife gave birth to Zohakuten, his youngest. She decided she could do much better and ran off with another married man, forcing Old man Hantengu to care for all of his children by himself.

Old man Hantengu was always good to you. He told you many times that meeting his boys and giving birth to his grandchild was the best thing that ever happened to his family. It gave his boys purpose and it made him happy seeing you and your children in his home.

You didn’t want to trouble your father in law because of his rough life, he spent most of his life trying to look after himself and provide for his five children. Now that he was an elderly man, you didn’t want to bother him with your five children.

But right now, you didn’t have that option. The boys decided to take part in a football game with some old friends from their frat house and they ended up getting injured like the idiots they were. You’d bring your kids with you but you figured that children so young had no business in a hospital and Zohakuten was attending his college classes and the last thing you wanted was to disturb him when he was busy preparing for college exams.

So, Old man Hantengu was your only choice left.

You put Jun in her makeshift cot while looking at Etsuko. “Princess, I want you to be good for me and help your grandfather when you can. Keep an eye out for your brothers and Nana and I’ll be back as soon as I see your fathers.”

She sighed. “Fine mommy…” You kiss her head. “Good girl.”

You ran out the door, leaving the old man with your five children. “Well… I’m not sure what to do now…” Hantengu muttered, touching his cheek with his old withered hand.

“Mama already fed Jun and changed her before we came here.” His eldest granddaughter said.

“Ah…. very good…” He said to himself.

“Grandpa!” Sho said.

“Can we play outside in the back garden?” Yuu asked.

“Oh.. of course!” 

“Grandpa! Play! Play!” Nana giggled.

He led the children out the back garden. In all fairness, it was a large back garden. He did live in a nice house. The only reason he was able to get such a house was because the council saw that he was raising five kids by himself. 

The twins' eyes went starry when they saw something spectacular. “SWING!” They cried.

It wasn’t really a swing.  It was an old and large car tire tied onto a large branch with some frayed rope. On the base of the tree was a badly nailed down planks made into a ladder and an old tree house sitting in the tree.

They ran towards the old tire swing and jumped onto it, swinging in all directions. Nana tried to go towards her brothers before she was pulled up by her grandfather before she was hit by the swing.

“T-That's a bit too big for your cookie… here. Let's do something else..!”

Etsuko was already one step ahead of her grandfather. In a bag contained her children’s tea set and a coloring book with all different sorts of markers and pencils. She set up the picnic blanket so Nana could play with Mr Bunny Hopscotch.

Etsuko sat outside with Nana on the blanket while grandpa brought Jun outside for what you called ‘Tummy Time’. Lying her on a separate blanket while she crawled around on the floor. Hantengu was nervous, it had been a while since he looked after a baby. He only had one thought on his mind.

‘Just keep them alive until their parents come back…”

He knew himself that you would save him the trouble of looking after the kids if you could help it. It was often a rare occurrence that you would ask him to look after your children, he understood that you meant well but it hurt that you considered him your last choice in terms of childcare. After all, his quadruplets were always ready to look after the kids if one parent was down, Zohakuten loved his nieces and nephews and would gladly put things on hold to watch the little critters and your aunt, while a lovely woman didn’t live in the same town as you.

“Hey Grandpa?”

“Yes Princess?” 

“What are your Tuna melts like?” She asked, curiously.

That took him back.

Being the low income household he had back then, he never had the money to buy take out for his kids. No, that was a luxury they could only dream to afford. Being a single dad, he had to think up of cheap and easy meals that would keep his children fed. So he had a schedule of foods he would make every week.

Mac and cheese Monday, Tuna melt Tuesday,  Chicken pot pie Wednesday, Cornflake crusted chicken bake Thursday, Fried fish and chips Friday, Swedish meatball Saturday, Meatloaf Sunday. He hated it when his kids starved, making sure they never missed a meal when growing up. It surprises him to this day that all of his kids became so big and muscular.

“Your fathers loved those tuna melts… I always made sure to get them ready as soon as they came home from school..” He said, tapping his fingers together.

“You think you could ever make those for us one day grandpa?” She asked.

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The kids found themselves in the living room, snacking on some Tuna melts their grandfather made for them. They were delicious as a movie played on the old t.v. Spirited away, an old classic they all loved.

“Grandpa, may I use the bathroom?” Etsuko asked.

“Go ahead dear.” He said.

She climbed up the stairs and passed by an old bedroom with the door wide open. There were two beds, a wardrobe, a set of drawers and an old desk covered in stickers. “This be daddies old room…” She noted to herself. She remembered a long time ago, her fathers mentioned to her that Papas Sekido and Karaku slept in the basement while Urogi and Aizetsu slept upstairs after a single room proved to be too small for all four of the boys.

“Don’t mind it I do…” Etsuko said, looking around the room. It smelt like it hadn’t been lived in for a while. She began to root through the place. She was curious, wanting to see what old secrets her fathers kept buried-

She opened a drawer in the desk and found an old ipad. The screen was cracked but looked like it was in good condition. The lock screen had a picture of papa Sekaido asleep in bed, he looked a lot younger in the photo. When she unlocked it, it showed the homescreen of papa still in bed, however, his eyes were open and angry.

“Hahahahaha!” She giggled, looking on the ipad. 

There were so many photos and videos of them when they were younger. She clicked on a video where one of them had a handful of shaving foam. Sneaking up on an unsuspecting Aizetsu before smacking on the head with it.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Karaku laughed, running away.

“THAT'S NOT FUNNY!”  Aizetsu screamed.

Another video showed Karaku fast asleep in bed while Urogi and Sekido held a huge bucket of water over him.

“Rise and shine you lazy fuck!” They yelled before splashing him with the water before running away, a screaming Karaku could be heard from behind them.

Another game, they filmed Zohakuten playing a maze game.

“You almost to the end bro?” Urogi asked from behind the ipad.

“Shut up…! I’m almost there-”

A scary face popped up on the screen and he screamed, falling out of his seat. “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME!?” He cried, actually tears falling from his eyes as other voices could be heard laughing.

Her daddies told her what it was like, living in a low income household. That grandpa was only able to buy a single ipad for them all to use. Even though they weren’t rolling in gold, they had each other and that's what counts.

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“I leave you guys alone for a day and look at what you’ve gotten yourselves into!” You scolded your lovers as you drove them to their dads house. Each and everyone of them has a cast of some sort and it made you question how you ended up having children with such complete boneheads.

“Hey! We bravely ran through enemy lines and we won the battle!  Losing victory was not an option!” Urogi exclaimed. The others seeming to agree with them with you making the off-hand remark-

“And people wonder why women tend to live longer.”

You unfortunately were coming back a lot later than you had wanted. Traffic was a mess, you had trouble finding the boys hospital room and you had to listen to the doctors drone on and on about what needs to be done for your husbands to recover and you had to drive them through the terrible traffic all the way back to their dad’s house.

When you got home, you found Old man Hantengu resting in his armchair with little Jun sleeping in his arms. “Father, I am so sorry for making you wait so long! Can you ever forgive me?” You begged, noticing how tired he looked.

“N-No…No.. It's fine. They’re upstairs right now..” he said. Zohakuten came out of the kitchen, annoyed and drying a plate. “We didn’t have pajamas so I lent them the old shirts…” He growled.

You all traversed up the stairs to find your kids in the old bedroom. Sho and Yuu on one bed and Etsuko and Nana on the other.

“Aw… my babies..” You whined.

The men gathered round their kids, picking them up. “I think.. We should just spend the night..” Sekido suggested.

Aizetsu shared a bed with the twins, Etsuko with Sekido, Urogi with Nana and you laid Jun into her little makeshift cot before joining Karaku for bed.

Old man Hantengu couldn't help but smile before heading to bed, sure, the family his sons created wasn't perfect, but it was good. Not perfect but still good.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d text you and then come home only to grab his stuff

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He is committed, he can wait a long time before marriage

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is grabby and kind of rough with you, he does soften up when you ask him to. He can be a bit mean and dismissive but he does his best not to be rude towards you

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He is alright with hugs. Prefers to do them at home, he doesn’t when you snuggle with him first, but he will rarely initiate unless you are sleeping. He is really really soft when he hugs you, very gentle

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

A really long time, if you say it first he’d be a bit more confident when saying it, usually says it over text

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He can get really jealous, he will glare, scowl and stare. He’d grab you and pull you away before glaring more, and his glare is really scary

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

They are rare but very sweet and tender, he usually kisses your head or hand, he likes it when you kiss his cheek

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He doesn’t really like them, the only one he tolerates is his younger brother Zohakuten

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He is already awake and making breakfast, he’d wake you up and get you to eat breakfast

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He sleeps pretty early, usually before 11 pm, he usually starts burning lavender in the bedroom and that’s when you know he is about to sleep

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He is a bit closed, you’d need to be in the relationship for quite some time for him to open up

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He snaps right away, sometimes he can hold off his fuse

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers more than he thinks, most of the time he needs to really think about it

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Probably your first kiss, even though he doesn’t like to admit it

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is really really protective, he’d stand up for you right away before you can do it yourself. He’d also fight for you if needed, he prefers to protect himself but doesn’t really mind being protected by you

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts quite a bit into dates and anniversaries, he spends a lot of money on things you like but most of the time he cooks your favourite food and has a home date

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He can be dismissive sometimes, he has a hard time opening up about his feelings so he can be angry at you and you’d have no idea why

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn’t want to look like a dirty mop and that’s all he cares about

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would feel really incomplete, he could feel vulnerable with you and he felt like he didn’t need to be angry all the time

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He has a lot of house plants, like a lot a lot, in the backyard too. He says that “They don’t fucking complain.” When asked why he has so many plants

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone extremely self centred, full of themselves. Someone who isn’t willing to go to him and initiate first

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)