#ashrah x reader

Y/n: "Are you the predator, Ashrah? Or are you just pretending to be the prey?"

Ashrah: "Let's just say, Y/n, I enjoy playing both roles. And I'm quite good at it."

Ashrah: "Your webs are quite... captivating, Y/n. Are they as strong as they are beautiful?"

Y/n: "Strong enough to hold you, Ashrah. But I'd rather use them to draw you closer."

Ashrah: "You've woven a delicate trap, Y/n. But I wonder, who is truly caught?" Y/n: "Perhaps we both are."

Ashrah: "I sense a hidden desire within you. A desire I'm quite willing to explore."

Y/n: "And I sense a hidden passion within you. One I'm eager to awaken."

Baraka

Baraka: "Your webs are strong. But can they hold these blades?"

Y/n: "Strong enough to hold you, Baraka. And perhaps, strong enough to keep you."

Baraka: "You fight well. I...respect that. Let's see who is stronger...with respect."

Y/n: "A respectful clash? A rare and welcome offer."

Baraka: "Whoever wins this fight... they win the other too."

Y/n: "Excuse me what?"

Y/n: "Heard Tarkatans are pretty intense. You got any chill vibes?"

Baraka: "Chill what?"

Y/n: "You're strong, Baraka. But can you be gentle too?"

Baraka: "I can be as gentle as you let me. But I prefer when you fight back. It makes the reward sweeter."

Y/n: "Do you always get what you want, Baraka?"

Baraka: "Always. And I want you. Now. Will you make it easy, or do I have to take you?"

General Shao

Y/n: "The web tightens, Shao. Struggle is futile."

Shao: "I crush spiders. You are no different."

Y/n: "That axe looks heavy. Let me lighten your load."

Shao: "I'll lighten your life."

Y/n: "Tell me, Shao, do you dream of conquest? Or do you dream of being conquered?"

Shao: "I dream of domination. And you, little spider, will be my next conquest."

Shao: "Little spider, your webs are a tempting trap. I wonder if they're strong enough to hold a god?"

Y/n: "A god? Or just a brute with a big axe?"

Shao: "Such a beautiful distraction, little spider. I'll savor the moment before I… eliminate it."

Y/n: "Savor? I'll savor the moment you realize you've walked into my carefully crafted trap."

Shao: "Your eyes betray your desire. A desire I intend to exploit."

Y/n: "And your arrogance betrays your weakness. A weakness I intend to shatter."

Geras

Y/n: "Let's pause time, Geras. Just for a moment. To enjoy each other's company."

Geras: "Time is ever-flowing, but a moment of shared serenity is a treasure to be cherished."

Y/n: "You're like a walking history book. A really dusty one."

Geras: "Indeed. And within these 'dusty' pages lie wisdom and experience."

Y/n: "You're like a knight in shining… sand? Is that a thing?"

Geras: "A knight's armor is but a symbol. True valor lies in the heart, and I assure you, mine is…unwavering."

Geras: "Such vibrant energy. A shame it will soon be… extinguished."

Y/n: "Extinguished? I'm just getting warmed up. You're the one looking a little dusty."

Geras: "I find myself… appreciating the… unique perspective you bring to our… interactions." Y/n: "Unique? I'm just being me. And you're loving it."

Geras: "Our interactions, Y/n, are like adelicate dance. A graceful exchange of…energies."

Y/n: "Dance? I'm thinking more like a wrestling match. Winner gets a date."

Havik

Y/n: "You speak of freedom, yet you are bound by madness."

Havik: "Madness is my freedom, and soon, it will be yours."

Y/n: "I will weave a cage for your insanity." Havik: "A cage? How delightfully intimate. I've always wanted a personal audience."

Y/n: "You're like a bad rash, you just keep popping up." Havik: "And you're like a particularly sticky cobweb, I just can't shake you off!"

Havik: "Every strand you weave is a thread pulling me closer. You will be mine."

Y/n: "I belong to no one."

Havik: "I will paint the realms with your name, a masterpiece of devastation."

Y/n: "Ensure the paint is vibrant, Havik. I enjoy a good spectacle."

Havik: "I will dismantle reality itself, just to build a throne for you, my queen of chaos."

Y/n: "A throne built on rubble? How... fitting."

Johnny Cage

Y/n: "You mistake arrogance for skill."

Johnny Cage: "And you mistake beauty for... well, actually, you're right on the money there."

Y/n: "You're a has-been, clinging to past glories." Johnny Cage: "Has-been? I'm a timeless classic! Like 'Casablanca,' but with more roundhouse kicks."

Y/n: "You think a wink will distract me?" Johnny Cage: "Distract you? I'm hoping it'll make you forget we're even fighting. Unless you'd rather kiss and make up?"

Johnny Cage: "You know, I've always been a fan of strong, independent women. Especially ones that can tie me up." Y/n: "Oh I'll tie you up, Cage."

Johnny Cage: "I've got a balcony overlooking the city skyline, perfect for a late-night vibe." Y/n: "The city lights are a distraction. I prefer the sound of your heartbeat… as it fades away."

Johnny Cage: "Game room? Winner gets... a kiss." Y/n: "My kiss is venomous."

Kenshi

Y/n: "Your lack of sight doesn't hinder your perception, does it, Kenshi?" Kenshi: "I feel a pull, yes. A dangerous and alluring one."

Y/n: "Your senses are heightened, Kenshi. Can you feel the vibrations of my webs, or your own anticipation?" Kenshi: "Both, I suspect."

Y/n: "I'll leave a trail of silk, Kenshi, like a breadcrumb trail." Kenshi: "A surprise? I'm always eager for surprises. Especially when they're wrapped in silk."

Kenshi: "Those webs...they seem to whisper secrets. Perhaps they'll reveal your deepest desires?" Y/n: "My desires are simple. And they involve you."

Kenshi: "I sense a playful tension, spider. Are you trying to tease me, or are you just naturally irresistible?" Y/n: "Naturally irresistible, Kenshi. But a little teasing never hurt anyone… much."

LIU KANG

A content sigh left your lips as you pressed your forehead forward to meet Liu Kang’s. Your eyes fluttered closed. His hands, which now no longer had their wraps, gently cupped your cheeks. His hands were always warm, and they helped keep away the chill of the night. A thumb gently rubbed small circles, a habit of his that you always found oh so endearing. You couldn’t help but to melt into his hands.

This was perfect. There was nothing more you could long for in this world. Though, you knew if you wanted anything Liu Kang would be there to fulfill your wishes. Anything was worth the smile on your face.

In the day, Liu Kang was often busy with his duties. Being the protector of Earthrealm came with many responsibilities, and the both of you knew that. Oftentimes, you would go long stretches within the day without seeing a hint of your lover. It was simply something you had to accept being Liu Kang’s lover. However, that did not mean he neglected you. Not at all.

At the end of the day, when the sun gave way to the moon and let it shine upon the world, Liu Kang returned. Night time was always the time he set aside for just the both of you. It soon became your favorite time of day just because it meant he would be there, right at your side.

“You look so perfect.” Liu Kang whispered. His voice carried reverence within it, as if you were the god who had crafted the universe with utmost care and love. You opened your eyes, and for a moment, you were left breathless. No matter how much time passed, he always looked at you as if you were the pinnacle of perfection.

Any sort of response you had was stuck in your throat. You could never tire of staring into Liu Kang’s eyes. You often asked if he had given himself the ability to hypnotize others with his gaze. He told you every time that no, he did not. But if he didn’t, why were you so entranced by them every single time you dared to look at them?

You wished you could put into words how much you loved this man. From the way he looked with his silky long hair that you loved to play and run your hands through, to the way he was so kind and loving. You often wondered and asked how you were lucky to be the partner of such a god, to which he always told you that he was the lucky one.

“I am thankful you wait for me every night.” The god murmured, his voice so full of love and genuine thankfulness. He removed his forehead, and you mourned the loss of contact before he pressed a featherlight kiss to yours. Then, he returned his forehead back to yours, and everything was as it should be. “I wish I could spend every minute by your side, my love.” 

You wished so too, but every night was just enough for you.

KUNG LAO

Your forehead bumped into Kung Lao’s a bit clumsily. There was far too much energy and excitement buzzing in both of your veins to prevent that little stumble. It didn’t matter either way to you, you were just happy to be in his arms. He was equally happy to hold you, and you could tell by the way his arms squeezed around you. 

You always felt happiest in his arms, honestly. There was nowhere else in the world you’d rather be than right here.

“Did you see that!?” Kung Lao asked, his eyes wide as they searched your face. While Kung Lao always sought out approval and compliments, there was nothing better than the ones he received from you. It just made him feel like he was on top of the world. To his delight, he saw the way you nodded accompanied with a wide happy grin on your face. The grins he got from you were perhaps the best type of approval he could ever get from you.

A laugh left your lips as he squeezed his arms tighter around you in delight. Every embrace from him felt like it was full of the love he felt for you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. His nose nuzzled against yours, and more laughter spilt from your lips. You couldn’t help it, he knew just how to make you happy. Your face heat up from how nearly overwhelmed you were from his affection, the love nearly overflowing from your heart.

“You’re always so cute when you blush.” Kung Lao teased, a hand rising up to pinch at your cheek affectionately. His eyes glinted with mischief and glee, but most of all, love. He adored the way he could make you blush and how your heart would race. It meant that you felt exactly the same way whenever he would just look at you sometimes.

You leaned back, a wide grin on your face as you swatted away his hand in a playful manner. Rolling his eyes, he instead cupped your cheek. Before you could protest in any sort of way about his earlier comment, you were attacked with a flurry of kisses all over your face. 

“Sorry, you’re too adorable. I couldn’t resist.” Kung Lao apologized, but you both knew he would pepper your face with his kisses again and again the next chance he got. His grin was the perfect mixture of smug and gleeful. And his dimples were the perfect icing on the cake. You raised a hand up to cup his cheek and traced his dimples with his thumb.

“A fan?” Kung Lao inquired, eyebrows raising up in a teasing manner. His ego seemed to only get bigger and bigger with every adoring look you gave him, but you didn’t care. A laugh left his lips again as he pressed his forehead back to yours. It was a little too much force again, but the both of you didn’t care. All that mattered was that you were together and basking in each other’s mutual affection.

You wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world.

RAIDEN

Your forehead pressed against Raiden’s gently as the two of you lay underneath a sea of stars. You two had decided to stargaze since it was such a pretty sight outside. The sky was clear and the moon was full, and yet there was nothing you wanted to look more at than the man beside you. How could you not?

Your eyes searched your lover’s face, admiring how the moonlight fell just perfectly on his face. How could a man look so amazing as the one in front of you? Perhaps you’d have to thank Liu Kang sometime for blessing you with the image of perfection. While being so in awe of the champion’s beauty, you nearly missed the comment he made.

“You look amazing.” He spoke, his voice filled with so much affection for you. He always wore his heart on his sleeve. It was a trait you adored so much, even if was sometimes a flaw of his. A soft smile appeared on his face, the very same one that made you fall a bit more in love with him every single time. You couldn’t help but grin just a bit wider at the sight. 

You should be the one telling him that, in all honesty. The proper words to express your love for him were lost though. How could someone express such adoration and love? You thought there weren’t nearly enough words in all of the realms to tell him how much you truly admired him. 

His hand moved carefully towards your face, as if moving too fast would break the peaceful atmosphere. He was always so thoughtful about such things, especially so when it had to do with you. Then finally, after far too long, it settled on your cheek where it should be.

His thumb moved slowly across your face before it landed on your lips. It rubbed across your bottom lip leisurely. His gaze drifted away from your lips as he returned his thumb to rest on your cheek once more. Now they settled on looking into yours, and you wondered to yourself just how lucky you were to have such a man by your side.

“You are more lovely of a sight than all of the stars combined.” Raiden said, his voice filled with such sincerity it made your heart skip a beat. Then again, he was sincere in all things he said. It didn’t make you swoon over him any less. “I’m so lucky.” He confessed, humble as ever. You sighed at his little comment, withdrawing from his forehead to press a soft kiss on the tip of his nose for a moment.

You watched with silent admiration as color rose to his cheeks, blossoming in a soft reddish pink. Then, it spread across his face like a watercolor painting. If only you could save this view forever. You grinned at the sight, your heart swelling with joy. You couldn’t help but kiss him again, overwhelmed by the love you felt for the man in front of you.

What a sight.

JOHNNY CAGE

Your forehead pressed against Johnny Cage’s, and it felt like you were in a movie. Maybe you’ve been watching too many of his movies lately, but you couldn’t help it. You loved supporting him and his passions. The pride he had on being on screen was nearly palpable every time you watched one of his films. 

The feeling of being in a movie wasn’t helped with the way your lover was acting.

I mean…the way he was looking at you was pretty much the perfect shot for a movie. Your cheeks warmed up, and you were certain Johnny was bound to notice. Even if he wasn’t looking at your cheeks, his hands were sure to feel how the skin beneath them heated up. Your eyebrows rose up, looking at him a bit confused.

“What? Can’t I look at you?” Johnny inquired, sending you a smile. It wasn’t quite the practiced, perfect smile he sent his fans. No, it was the smile he always sent you. It was a little less perfect, but it was a little more real…a bit more genuine. Best of all, it was just for you. Your heart couldn’t help but flutter a little at the sight. 

By the gods your lover was so pretty. And he sure knew it, but how could you blame him? Looks like that were meant to be shown off. Even still, you were thankful for the small private moments like these were you were allowed to see the parts of him no one else could. It just reminded you of how fortunate you were to be with this man.

Little did you know how much he adored you right back.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, but in a light, playful manner. No, it wasn’t as if he couldn’t look at you. It just…mystified you why he looked at you like that. Like you were the most valuable thing he had. It felt almost impossible, after he once owned Sento, which he always went on and on about how he spent three million dollars on that. And that wasn’t counting the other countless possessions he had when he was at the peak of his richness.

And yet, despite your reservations on how much you deserved to be looked at like that, the admiration in his eyes made you reconsider. Johnny was always good at convincing you, he just had a way with words. Or sometimes his charisma was enough, much like in this case. His thumb brushed your cheek with a tenderness that made your heart skip a beat. 

“Thanks for being my number one fan.” He murmured, pulling back to press a soft kiss onto your forehead. He let out a small laugh, the one that made you feel like you were on top of the world. “I hope you know I’m also your number one fan too.” The actor reminded you, his eyebrows raising to punctuate his point.

You knew that you both were each other’s biggest supporters, and that type of loyalty was priceless.

KENSHI TAKAHASHI

You made sure to place your forehead against Kenshi’s softly, trying to be gentle. You smiled at him, even though he could not see it. This was one of the rare few times Kenshi did not have Sento around, letting himself be the most vulnerable. And those times were always with you. He trusted you with his life, so this step wasn’t too farfetched.

“I wish I could see you.” Kenshi murmured his voice mournful. His hands reached up to cup your face. He knew he could always see you with Sento. But he didn’t want that. He wanted to see you with his own eyes. The swordsman wanted to see you, and your radiant smile in full color. He was grateful for what he gained after his loss, but sometimes he longed for sight just for you.

He supposed he would have to make do with what he could do instead. 

Guiding his hands, you settled them on your face and closed your eyes. It was in these rare few moments that you two had a tradition. You were used to this and almost anticipated this every time he set Sento aside and sat down with you alone. His thumbs slowly rubbed your cheeks, as if marking out his starting place. Then, he finally began to move his hands. It was slow and deliberate, taking time to memorize every detail of your skin. Every winkle, bump, and mark, he wanted to remember it all. 

First his hands moved slightly up. His fingers traced the curves and lines of your ears, refreshing his memory of how they looked by touch alone. Then, it moved higher, noting your hairline with his thumbs. His fingers brushed across your forehead, his thumbs tracing around where your foreheads connected together.

As his fingers reached your closed eyes, they lingered there. No envy coursed through Kenshi’s veins. Instead, only gratefulness swelled throughout the swordsman. He was thankful that you did not also go through the pain of losing your eyes in such a painful way. Leaning forward, he kissed your eyelids with utmost care.

“I want to protect you.” Kenshi whispered, pulling back to reconnect your foreheads. You couldn’t help but smile at his words, knowing that he meant it from the bottom of his heart. His fingers continued to make their way down, tracing your nose before they stopped once again at your lips.

His fingers mapped out the curve of your lips, especially noting the way they curled up to form your fantastic smile. He took a deep breath in, admiring just how soft your lips were underneath his fingertips. By the gods, he could never get over how nice your lips feel. A smile appeared on his own lips as he felt your smile grow.

He always loved your smile. Whether it be seen through Sento or felt through his own hands it warmed his heart. He would do anything to keep it, and you, safe. 

And he knew, having you there in his hands as he pressed a gentle kiss to your smile, you would do the same for him.

SYZOTH

Sleepily, you pressed your forehead against Syzoth’s own forehead. Blearily, you opened your eyes to look at the man who slept beside you. He still looked half asleep as well. You looked him over, admiring the sight of the sleepy Zatteran. It was a sight that only you had the privilege to see. A smile appeared on your face as you raised a hand up to cup his cheek, your thumb rubbed circles to slowly coax him awake. 

Looking over the shoulder of your lover, you noted the sunlight streaming in from behind the parted curtains. It hit Syzoth just perfectly, making him look like he was glowing. For a moment, you wondered if your lover was an angel instead of a Zatteran. You certainly felt blessed enough to have him to believe it. Then, you heard the familiar reptilian grumbles emanate from his chest as his forehead rubbed gently against yours, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

Maybe he was both, you thought.

“Let’s just lie here for a bit more.” Syzoth mumbled, his voice laden with sleep. The arms around your waist were squeezing you tightly now, preventing any hope of climbing out of bed to start your day. It was as if you were a stuffed animal for him. You let out a small drowsy laugh, your fingers now pinching his cheek. As much as you adored sleepy mornings with your Zatteran lover, you knew that he had a very important job as the Empress’ emissary. Both of you had responsibilities to get to.

Syzoth simply huffed in response, not even responding with words to your attempt to wake him up. His hand reached up to grab yours. He pulled your hand off of his cheek and instead intertwined it with yours. The simple gesture made your heart melt. You could practically feel him basking in the warmth that you naturally radiated. You sighed as you opened your eyes a bit more, squeezing his hand in an attempt to pull him from dreamland.

“I promise I will get up soon.” Syzoth told you, his eyes now more open. It was almost as if he were awake the entire time, but he just was seeking an excuse to spend more time with you. Or maybe, that’s exactly what it was. You had a small idea of what the truth actually was.

You stared up into his stunning green eyes, the sight of them alone almost took your breath away. Combined with the gentle way he spoke, along with the way he looked at you, you easily believed him. Then again, you supposed you would believe anything he told you as long as he looked at you that way.

He could tell you that the sun was gone when it was high into the sky, or that the world was going to end within days and you’d believe him. How could you not when he looked at you that way? You sighed with fake reluctance as you relaxed in his embrace.

Okay, maybe you can sleep in a little longer.

KUAI LIANG

Your forehead settled against Kuai Liang and you enjoyed the warmth you felt from the contact. A smile rose to your lips. How lucky you were to be with a man who knew how to control fire. Equally warm hands reached up to cup your face in a gentle, affectionate way. A bit selfishly, you inched closer to him, seeking out his warmth. Your arms wrapped around him, trying your best to pull him as close as you could towards you. He seemed to notice, his hands pulling you just a tiny bit closer towards him as well.

Your heart fluttered at the gesture. Your lover always seemed to know exactly what you needed, even if you said nothing.

It was a cold, cold night. The chill of the night crept into your bones, and only the warmth of your lover seemed to abate it. You relaxed and closed your eyes, basking in the way he was naturally warm. It was always a comforting warmth, never the stifling kind that made you fidget. You always swore that you could fall asleep comfortably as long as Kuai Liang was there to warm you to lull you to bed. 

Sleeping was something the both of you should be doing, and yet you were instead. You were basking in the comfort of being in each other’s arms.

With the mastery of a man who has been training in discipline all of his life, he heated up his hands carefully. It was almost symbolic. The way he held you so carefully was almost like he was cradling a small flame. Kuai Liang made sure to make it hot enough that you would no longer feel the chill of the night air, but not hot enough to make you uncomfortable, not to even mention hurt you.

The last thing he would want to do is hurt you. You were his everything.

His eyes, those dark brown eyes you loved to look so deeply at, stared at your face. While he normally loved to watch you, after all you were his favorite thing to look at, he now watched you carefully to gauge your reaction. He sought out to see any signs of discomfort or pain. He had to make sure you were feeling as comfortable as possible. After all, you deserve nothing less than the best.

“Is this better, love?” Kuai Liang asked, his voice quiet amidst the silence. There were not many things the man craved. It was a thing he prided himself on, how he was considerably humble, but he couldn’t deny how he longed for your approval. Even in the small things. A breath of relief was released from his chest as he watched you slowly nod yes. “Good.”

It was only then that Kuai Liang allowed a rare smile to appear on his lips. Your eyes fluttered open, and you couldn’t help but to internally swoon over the sight. How could you not? It was so precious and rare. You stared at his smile, trying to sear the image into your mind permanently.

Maybe instead of using his powers he should have just smiled instead. It made you feel warm enough.

BI-HAN

You pressed your forehead against Bi-Han’s, his hands drawing you closer to him. It was quiet in his room, even the quiet breaths between you two seemed almost too loud for the peace. And yet you did not complain. How could you? You were having a private moment with the man everyone swore was made of ice. 

“Stay with me.” The man murmurs, his voice breaking the silence. You smiled at his demand, although it was more appropriate to call it a plea. You nodded, not wanting to break the moment of vulnerability you were bestowed. Your hands reached up to cup his face, matching the way he was holding you. He took a deep breath in, as if the next word was a heavy burden. “Please.”

His hands held you in such a specific way. It was careful and loving, but it was in such a way that felt like he was hiding you away from the world. It was not in the way that appeared that he was ashamed, not at all. If anything, Bi-Han was proud to be yours. No, the way he held you was so…private. 

It was as if he were shielding the two of you from nonexistent prying eyes. This was a moment to be shared between the two of you, not anyone else. Not even the world itself was allowed to intrude in such a special and sacred moment. Now that was the way Bi-Han held you.

He held you like a treasure he wanted to keep all to himself.

Gone from his face was the usual stern look he wore. Instead it was replaced with a slightly vulnerable softer look. His eyebrows were not furrowed, instead lifted slightly. His eyes felt warm and full of silent admiration for no one else but you. Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt all too lucky to be blessed with such a sight.

His hands, which were normally frosted over, were merely cool to the touch. It wasn’t uncomfortable, instead the gentle touch with the coolness made your heart flutter. His thumbs traced patterns on your cheeks, as if creating his own little snowflakes on your skin. The normally cold grandmaster’s drop from the eyes he seemed to get lost in a little too often towards your soft and pretty lips.

With a sharp inhale, he lifted his forehead away from yours for a moment. Unable to resist, the cyromancer placed a gentle kiss against your lips. His breath when he pulled away was cool against your lips. 

In this moment of vulnerability, he allowed a small, rare smile to grace his lips.

You swallowed, your eyes zeroing right onto the smile. How rare it was, how precious. How could you not help but gawk and admire? Despite your lover being a man who wielded ice, you found yourself melting all too easily into his gentle touches.

“Thank you for being here.” He murmured again, allowing himself to bare yet another part of his soul to you. Your thumbs traced his cheekbones and he knew the motion was answer enough. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax into your touch.

This was truly a moment that only you two were allowed to witness.

TOMAS VRBADA

As your forehead connected with Tomas’, you heard a sigh of exhaustion leave his lips. His arms draped around you lazily, almost having not enough energy to keep them around you. You let his weight lean onto you, almost letting the man nearly collapse on top of you. Another sigh left his lips as your hands kept his face close. It was almost as if you were keeping him up with your hands alone, at this point.

His eyes were shut, and you could see the hints of exhaustion begin to peek through his perfect face. As much as you knew he loved his new duties for the clan, you also knew he was beginning to hit his limits. Your thumb ran carefully across his face, almost like a little massage. The smallest of smiles appeared on his face at the little gesture.

“Training initiates are hard.” Tomas mumbled, and your heart nearly broke at how utterly tired he sounded. Even despite his exhaustion, you could tell the passion he had for his responsibilities. Still, it worries you no less. You hummed, an acknowledgement of his tiredness. You felt him lean a little more into your touch, allowing himself to indulge within the small moment you were sharing with him.

His arms moved around you a little less languidly, as if he found a second wind within your presence. And it was true, just being around you was enough to give him the strength to do more than he thought he could. Oftentimes when he felt like collapsing he thought of you waiting for him, and it gave him just enough energy to make it back into your arms every single day. 

With another sigh he pulled you closer, a sense of greediness in his actions. You let him, indulging him. His smile grew a bit as he nuzzled your nose against yours slowly. A laugh left your lips at the action, and Toma’s heart couldn’t help but leap at the sound. Just your laugh was enough to re-energize him. Did you know how much you meant to him?

“Thank you for waiting for me.” Tomas said, his voice dripping with all the love he held for you. He knew that sometimes you would wait long stretches of time for him to return after every day ever since he was entrusted with more responsibilities. You never complained, never whined, you just welcomed him back every day with open arms. 

He could ask for nothing more.

With a little chuckle, he squeezed you tightly. It was as if he was trying to show you how much he adored you, just how grateful he was with one giant hug. For that, you rewarded him with a small kiss, featherlight, right above his left eyebrow on his scar. It was a gesture Tomas swooned over. Even if you could not remove the scar itself, you could at least imbue better memories associated with it.

Even if he was given the weight of the world to balance on his shoulders, he would not complain as long as he had you to return to every night.

SHANG TSUNG

Your forehead pressed against Shang Tsung’s and suddenly it felt like the world didn’t matter. Your eyes closed, a sign of trust that Shang Tsung truly didn’t deserve. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, allowing you to pull yourself close to the sorcerer. His arms, meanwhile, draped in a most elegant manner around you.

In these small moments where you closed your eyes, Shang Tsung truly let himself indulge in the beauty that was you. His eyes scanned your face, noting all the features that truly made you one of a kind. All the little things that you perceived as quirks and imperfections seemed only to create a masterpiece for him. For a man who has been condemned to a life of misery by the universe, he was fortunate that it was kind enough to let him meet you.

As your eyes fluttered open, the man had to reel himself back in. His gaze, though still soft, became just the tiniest bit more guarded. His smile which had been so genuine became just a little more precise and practiced. It wasn’t as if he didn’t show any love, far from it. But he had to remember that with the ambitions and plans he held, he had to just be a little more protective of himself. It’d be simply foolish to show just how much he adored you.

Everyday with you, however, the cracks were getting harder and harder to conceal. 

“You look simply amazing my dear.” Shang Tsung complimented, raising a careful hand to stroke your cheek. Despite his compliment, that was not how he felt. He felt more for you, and you had no idea. You were stunning, gorgeous, divine, so much more than just amazing. But even all the words he could think of to describe you was not sufficient enough. For now, just amazing would do.

Your smile, which you blessed him with, had his heart aflutter. Before meeting you, Shang Tsung had little reservations about using others for his own gain. Others were simply an end to a means for him. And yet, with you, the idea of lumping you with the others he was quite ready to dispose of made him feel uneasy.

You were much more than just another stepping stone. Oh, but if the world were to know about his weakness for you, the universe would cast their cruel eyes upon you next. Selfish as the sorcerer was in keeping the truth of how deep his feelings were for you, he also saw it as a blessing. As long as the universe did not scorn you the way it did him, it was enough for now.

Letting the mask facade of how he felt slip just a touch, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. With pride and satisfaction he felt your cheeks heat up just for him. Sometimes it comforted him to know that you felt perhaps a fraction of the love he truly held for you. 

Maybe one day, just maybe, he’d finally let you know just how much power you had over him and his heart.

MILEENA

Your forehead pressed against Mileena’s, and you wished it was enough to drive the whispers away. In the privacy of your shared chambers, it was quiet. It was a nice reprieve from the stress of the throne and the doubters of your lover that you so loathed. Your hands reached up to cup her pretty face that you adored, looking into her eyes.

A smile was on her face. It was a weary one. You knew while Mileena strove to be the best Empress she could be, and took great pride in it, she often was tired by the end of the day because of it. Even if it was not physically, the mental toll of being on top of such a throne was tough work. You did not envy the burden she shouldered, but there were times you wished you could share the burden of it just so she can rest a little bit better.

You knew you could not, so you did whatever else you could instead.

You moved your forehead away to press a few kisses to her forehead, wishing so desperately that it would abate the worries of doubt that were planted in her head. If not that, you hoped that your kisses at least passed along some of your own energy so she could power through. You wondered, for a moment, if it was possible to do that. Your thumbs traced her cheekbones, and you wondered silently to yourself how you were so lucky to become her lover. You nearly missed the adoring gleam in her eyes, and it was a look that made your breath catch.

“I’ll prove those doubters wrong, don’t worry.” Your empress promised, her voice fueled with the determination of a woman who has been scorned. You smiled, knowing she had been able to read you and your thoughts like a book. To be so in sync with your lover was a blessing you were ever thankful for. As an acknowledgement of her words, you gave her another kiss, this time pressing it upon the scar that went through her eyebrow.

You never doubted Mileena’s prowess. She had so much drive, how could you not? And yet, if you could, you would do anything to silence the doubters. How dare they question her rule, how could they not see  the wonderful woman who was born to rule? You often told yourself, to calm yourself down, that they were merely jealous of your lover. 

“There is nothing more I need than you to be by my side, dearest.” Mileena told you, her fingers tracing your cheek. Your heart skipped a beat, and you knew in that moment that if you could, you would stay by her side to always cheer her on. She didn’t even need to ask you.

You grabbed her hands, intertwining them with yours. You squeezed them tightly, trying to pour all the encouragement that you could not find enough words for in that one action. She returned the squeeze, a content sigh leaving her lips as her smile grew. 

Maybe you couldn’t help with every trouble she had, but you could at least make her smile…and maybe that was just enough.

KITANA

You pressed your forehead against Kitana’s brow, and finally you felt your worries dissipate. It was hard to be the lover of a Supreme Commander. Every day you feared for your lover’s life. It was not as if you doubted her prowess on the battlefield. It was far from that, you thought she was the best fit for Supreme Commander after all. Even if she was the best fit, you sometimes selfishly wished that someone else would take her place so she could stay safe.

You have never confessed this selfish little secret to her.

It was just that…war was cruel. You’ve heard and known the horrors of war and how death doesn’t discriminate. Sometimes accidents happen, or a death can come out of nowhere. You feared that one day it might take the best thing you have in your life. 

But now you didn’t need to worry, because now she was back and in your arms. You let out a sigh as you pressed your forehead a little more towards her. Meanwhile, your fingers traced the injuries she had suffered from the skirmishes she had gone through. You noted how the bandages from the medics were fresh. Your heart squeezed at the sight of them. If only civil war was not looming over Outworld, then she would not have to sacrifice herself out there on the battlefield. 

“It’s okay, I’m safe.” Kitana whispered, dragging you out of your worrying mind. Her fingers traced your cheek, and she looked at you with a gentle gaze. You marveled at her ability to whisk away your worries. Looking into her eyes alone calmed you down and made you feel like everything was alright. You wished you could do the same for her. Her other hand intertwined with yours, squeezing it gently. You noted how her hands were still remarkably soft for a woman who goes to war. A soft smile appeared on her face, and you could not help the way that your heart raced.

Words caught in your throat, and you found yourself unable to express the utter amount of love you felt for the princess. How could you express these overwhelming feelings that threatened to consume you? You figured it was impossible to ever express just how much she meant to you with words alone. Instead, you moved to press a few kisses on her injuries. If only you had the ability to heal her wounds just like that. Did she know you would do that for her? A light laugh left Kitana’s lips at your actions, and you swooned over the sound.

“I appreciate you.” She said, her voice light with the remnants of the laughter she had blessed upon you. Her hand squeezed yours again to punctuate her point. You smiled at her, wanting to ingrain the sight of her being happy and by your side forever into your mind. Your thumb rubbed small circles on her hand.

Maybe she had to go to war, it was a harsh reality you’ve accepted, but as long as she returned to be in your arms…that would be enough.

ASHRAH

Your forehead pressed against Ashrah’s, and the music in the background made the moment feel just perfect. A wide smile appeared on your face as you guided your lover through a slow dance. You watched with joy as your lover’s eyes were wide with admiration as you led her through the dance. You wondered for a moment if she knew how much you adored her in return. Surely she didn’t, how could she? The both of you swayed back and forth, enjoying the intimate moment.

“There was nothing like this back in the Netherrealm.” Ashrah marveled, a smile that made your heart melt on her lips. It was the very same smile she would give you every time you showed her the joys of Earthrealm. You could never tire of the sight, and you knew you’d do anything to see it over and over again.

That was exactly why you introduced her to the idea of slow dancing. You knew she would have probably never experienced anything like this. And you were right. You were honored to be her first ever dance partner. The twinkle in her eye showed that she was just as happy to have you guiding her through this dance.

Together with the memories you formed together, you knew she was creating more and more of a home within this realm. You hoped that you were included in her idea of home.

A laugh left your lips as you pulled her close, craving more contact. Despite her dexterity in combat, she was not used to dancing. Chuckles left the both of you as you stumbled a bit, tripping over each other’s feet. Luckily, she did not fall. Instead, you held her tightly. You gripped her hip tightly, making sure she was steady.

“Forgive me, I wasn’t expecting that.” Ashrah apologized after her laughter died down. You found you could only grin and shake your head at her apology. You two were out here to create memories and have fun, not to dance perfectly for anyone else. She could step on your toes every few seconds and you could care less. Her laughter alone made up for any mistakes she made. “Thank you for showing me these Earthrealm customs.”

Anytime, you thought. Honestly, you would do anything for her. It was hard to believe she was a demon with a heart as pure as her’s. You didn’t care though. Her past as a demon was often a source of confusion and concern for others, but never for you. All that mattered was who she was now, and she was simply fantastic.

“I think I quite like dancing.” Ashrah commented, pressing a light kiss upon your cheek. Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at her with eyes full of adoration. How could you not swoon over her? You returned the favor, pressing a few light kisses all over her face. You couldn’t help it. Another melodic laugh left her lips.

Yeah, you think you like dancing too.

HAVIK

Your forehead bumped against Havik’s and you enjoyed the moment of serenity that was brought with it. You watched as your lover’s eyes closed, a rare moment in which he allowed himself to relax. You couldn’t help but to feel honored by the small gesture. He was always fighting, striving to fight for what his ideals were, but around you the man felt no need.

You eyed his scars, the ones he had gotten as a slave. Carefully, you reached out to brush your fingers against his scars. The care you put into the touch was not necessary, you knew Havik was strong and a simple brush against them would not break the man. Yet it felt it was necessary, These were reminders of his harsh past, a memory of why he was out there, fighting.

Honestly, all of him was a canvas. You knew very well that your lover was capable of healing his wounds ever since he met Quan Chi. Had he wanted, you knew he could repair the wounds he had gained through all of his life. But he didn’t. His body was his story. Every bump, bruise, cut that left a mark became like a stroke of paint. You couldn’t help but adore how he kept his imperfections. Not many would.

“Most don’t realize why I keep those around.” Havik grunted. There was a sense of frustration in his tone, no one else but you understood the vision he saw for the future, let alone understood the way he thought. You knew though. Even if he were to forget everything about you, he knew he would recognize your understanding from the reverence you carried when you traced the past injuries he wore like a badge. Only others who understood his ideals for the future would do the same.

You also knew that he thought it looked more fearsome. A burnt and scarred man was much more striking than a normal man. Your fingers trailed up his body, mapping out the locations of his injuries with your touch. Then, you let your fingers rest on his jawline right below where his flesh turned into exposed gums and teeth.

“You understand me.” Your lover said, his voice filled with the same amount of admiration for you as it did when he spoke of his vision for Seidou. You couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat as you realized that fact. You bumped your forehead gently against his again. Seeing as he had no lips to kiss, the two of you had settled on forehead bumping instead.

You felt Havik raise a hand, his touch gentle as it gripped your chin. He wasn’t known for gentle touches or gestures, but you were the exception. Softly, he bumped his forehead against yours again. Then, he rubbed it back and forth affectionately. You were, perhaps, the only person in the world he would allow himself to be this quaint with.

It was all for you, the one who he considered to be a true partner.

CASSIE CAGE

Your forehead settled against Cassie’s, and suddenly you were disinterested in the movie in the background. Instead, you were far too preoccupied with the sight of your lover and how radiant she looked with the colors of the television shining against her skin. How was it that every type of color seemed to compliment her perfectly?

“I thought we were supposed to be watching a movie.” Cassie teased, her eyebrows raising as she sent you a playful grin. She was a hypocrite though, as her attention was more on you rather than the movie she had picked out. Her arm was slung around your shoulders and you were cuddled close together on the couch.

Today was one of her rare days off. Ever since she got promoted, she’s been busier than ever. And yet, there were moments you two managed to find and relax together. Tonight was supposed to be movie night, you let her pick anything she wanted…as long as it wasn’t one of her dad’s films. She rolled her eyes at your little stipulation, but agreed. Your lover saw enough of her dad at work.

Even with your little agreement, you found yourself entranced with Cassie more. I mean, how could you not be? Her smile just seemed to be more eye-catching than anything Hollywood could produce. You were so entranced by her, in fact, that you didn’t notice the hand that snuck up to pinch your cheek. You jolted in surprise, letting out a small laugh.

“Thought I lost you there!” Your lover giggled, her hand now cupping your cheek instead. Her thumb gently rubbed over the part she had pinched, as if to soothe it. She let out a small sigh as she moved to nuzzle your cheek before giving it an affectionate smooch. “You know, Grandma Carlton has been dying to meet you.” She confessed, her voice going a touch sentimental.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt excitement course through your veins. Has Cassie been telling good things about you to her grandmother? Upon seeing your giddy expression, she squeezed your shoulder with the hand that laid upon it. 

“Hey, have I ever told you how much I adore you?” Cassie asked, and you felt like you were falling all over again. Cassie must have taken acting lessons at one point, because she knew exactly how to make you swoon as if she were the lead in a movie. Her eyes glimmered with affection as she pressed another kiss to your cheek. 

A laugh that revitalized your soul came from your lover as you returned the favor and gave her a soft kiss back. In the midst of her laughter, you vaguely heard her mention how you were both definitely missing out on the plot. You didn’t care though, you were too busy admiring the real beauty in front of you.

bi-han: we're talking about the fate of my clan. reader: want me to be your partner… in crime?

reader: and here is my favourite grandmaster! bi-han: are you going to say that every time you see me?

bi-han: you're incredibly annoying. reader: what?!… how about a third chance, bi-han?

reader: i hope you’re the submissive type. kuai liang: a thing you only know by winning.

kuai liang: do I have to remind you that burn recovery is extremely painful? reader: as if I'm afraid of a little fire.

reader: why everyone is so skeptical of my loyalty? kuai liang: actions speak louder than words, don't you agree?

tomas: the king of smoke at your service. reader: like you’ve served the lin kuei?

tomas: i never know whose side you’re on. reader: everyone has secrets, tomas.

reader: i like the color of your hair. remind me of storm clouds. tomas: then i hope you brought an umbrella.

geras: i suppose liu kang should have known better than to trust you. reader: i bet he had his reasons, geras.

reader: tell me, geras, who was my beloved one in previous timeline? geras: that was long ago, and it is irrelevant now.

reader: you're the only one who can tell me. i deserve to know! geras: the truth may not be as pleasant as you think.

reader: it was you, wasn't it? because i think you’re more than pleasant for me. liu kang: a mistake i’ll regret for centuries…

liu kang: you can’t trust shang tsung. reader: i can’t trust any of you!

reader: are you a god by any chance? because you're about to make me lose control of time. liu kang: i don't even have to guess who you learned it from…

shang tsung: why don't we forget all about business and just enjoy each other's company? reader: why the sudden change of heart, sorcerer?

reader: i know a thing or two about magic, actually. shang tsung: you gonna cast a spell to make me fall in love with you?

shang tsung: it's all about the sleight of hand. reader: why don't you show it to me personally?

reader: what the hell kind of noise was that?… raiden: kung lao belched…

raiden: i think kung lao is in love with you. reader: great. could my life get any interesting?

reader: a real shame you will die so young, raiden. raiden: or maybe you'll die of old age first.

reader: oh, does someone have a crush on me? i do have a certain charm, don't i? kung lao: you'll just have to keep guessing.

reader: is someone feeling jealous? kung lao: me? not a chance. i just asked about your chat with raiden.

kung lao: shang tsung not the best company to keep! reader: it's cute that you're so protective.

reader: i'll destroy kung lao. johnny: i'm afraid, he'll be into that.

johnny: can you not be such a smartass and just play along? reader: that's like asking me if i was dating satan himself.

johnny: you're just mad because i'm out of your league. reader: i'd rather kiss baraka.

reader: your katana is lovely. mind if i borrow it for a week? kenshi: like you borrow your dignity?

kenshi: i’d hoped never again to see your face. reader: i didn't realize you had such a good eye for faces. oh, wait, you don't.

reader: i bet your touch can tell a story without needing sight. kenshi: yes, it's a warning one about keeping your hands to yourself.

reader: sooo… you destroyed a whole city while i was on vacation? havik: it was a pretty great time. i didn't even miss your jokes!

havik: if you touch me, i’ll make you regret it. reader: feeling a little tense, havik? maybe i can loosen you up a bit.

reader: now i understand why you're so popular. can i- havik: don't you dare.

syzoth: isn’t that ashrah’s sword?! reader: not.anymore.

reader: another zaterran. syzoth: what happened to previous one?

reader: i nearly died fighting your girlfriend! syzoth: it's a pity that you managed to survive.

reiko: i have the final say. you'll follow general’s orders without question. reader: that's what you do, not me.

reiko: why don't you fight the regime with me? reader: maybe because shao is an old and boring fool?

reader: you failed shao. must be hurt, reiko. reiko: i fail to see how you think you're any better.

quan chi: have you done what i've asked? reader: no, i did what you paid me to do.

reader: double my original price. quan chi: how about we sweeten the deal a bit with some extra services?

reader: i know i'm worth every penny, but don't tell me you mean what i think you mean… quan chi: trust me, i won't disappoint.

reader: sorry, but bald sorcerers aren't my type. quan chi: and what if i show you something a little more... exotic? *pointing to tentacles*

baraka: i wouldn't go near you if you were the last person in outworld. reader: people say the same about you.

reader: i can't wait for the day when mileena bites her sister. baraka: and they call me a monster.

reader: people's treatment toward me doesn't differ much from yours. baraka: don't expect sympathy from me.

reader: it's the thrill of chasing someone who's so difficult to please. mileena: is that your way of flirting with me?

reader: where's your crown? i wanted to knock it off your head. mileena: ignorant child! i’ll end your misery.

reader: just want to clarify that my brain aren't tasty. mileena: i’m sure nobody would want to take a bite of that rotten thing.

ashrah: shaolin masters accept me as one of their own. reader: you call that acceptance?

reader: no matter how hard you try, you'll always be an outsider. ashrah: know it from personal experience, (reader)?

ashrah: you are not welcome here. be gone! reader: it was my home! where else am i supposed to go?

sindel: i find you manners lacking, to say the least. reader: is it my manners that bothers you so, or is it something deeper?

reader: you're not the first royal to expect respect from me. sindel: and i’ll be the first one to receive it.

sindel: how can you justify what you’ve done? reader: can you be more specific? because i’ve done a lot.

tanya: i would die for an empress. reader: i thought the same about... sigh never mind.

tanya: mileena wishes to see you? reader: i know, it's hard not to be jealous.

reader: i doubt i’ll need more than five minutes to gain the empress’s trust back. tanya: you'll be lucky if you even get a minute with her before she rips your head off.

reader: tanya doesn’t seem to like me very much. kitana: can you blame her after your words about mileena?

reader: with that fans, princess, you will blow my heart away. kitana: more like a head, (reader).

reader: some of the soldiers still think you’re just a princess masquareding as a commander. kitana: are you one of them?

nitara: quan chi and shang tsung tricked us. reader: of course they do. did you expect otherwise from sorcerers?

nitara: you’d make a great quing. reader: all i have to do is convince mileena of that… or bi-han.

reader: if you bite me, would i become a vampire? nitara: only one way to find out.

nitara: you'll just end up as another body for me to feed on. reader: and here i was thinking we were best friends, nitara.

perhaps you should’ve have picked such a short dress, especially with the way it keeps riding up your thighs and shows off your slightly chubby stomach compared to all the other much thinner people around, but it was the only dress you had

it seems like luck is on your side though, as the second you arrive at the bar, someone leaves, letting you snag a barstool and rest your tired feet

you sigh in relief as your heeled feet come off the ground, and you wait for the bartender to come around to give your order

you pull your phone out of your clutch, texting the others to see where they were at Johnny’s party, and tap your fingers against your thigh hurriedly as your eyes scan over the bar to try and spot a familiar face

unfortunately, you don’t recognize anyone, and so you try to distract yourself, listening to the music pounding all around you and the beat of the music rattle your bones

the bartender passes you your drink, and you sip on the alcohol, trying not to let your nerves get to you and make you leave the party early

Johnny had invited you, told you to come and at least say hi to him before you left, and well, you did want to at least try and have some fun, you just needed to find your friends first

you can feel something buzzing in your head, telling you something dangerous is near, and you look to your right and find someone staring at you up and down

their drink spills on themselves as they raise their beer up to their lips, and you can feel an uncomfortable buzz in the back of your head telling you get away

you look for the bartender to close out your tab, the need to escape overwhelming you as the person comes in close, fanning their breath over your face

they ask you for your name through slurred words, hands grabbing onto your bare shoulder, and you laugh, glancing around to find anyone familiar

you say your name quietly, trying to ease the situation, unable to just punch the shit out of this person, and they croon out your name, sickly and like a rotting scab

sliding off your barstool, you figure you’ll just come and grab your card later to close out your tab, but the person follows, grabbing onto your waist and squeezing at the soft flesh

your fingers twitch, eager to flip them over your back and onto the ground, but you resist the urge and gently try to push them off of you

their grip tightens on you, and you wonder if causing a scene at the party would draw some bad press for Johnny before a large hand grips onto the person’s shoulders and peels them off of you

it’s Johnny, eyebrows furrowed although his lips still hold a small smile as he tells the person to back off

the person sputters, clearly not expecting the bigshot to show up out of the blue and defend you, but they double down just saying they were doing you a favor, liking someone so ugly and fat

Johnny’s smile drops immediately, and his fist draws back so quick that you barely catch the movement

the person falls to the ground, blood spurting from his nose, and Johnny saunters over to them, picking them up by the scruff of their neck and telling them to get the hell out before he calls security

they scramble, holding onto their nose as they spew out curses and threats, but Johnny ignores them telling the crowd that had gathered to get back to partying and that the next round of drinks is on him

immediately, the crowd buzzes with excitement and rushes to the bar, but Johnny holds onto your hand and draws you out of the rush

his large hand gently presses into the small of your back, gently guiding you to where you can see the rest of your friends, and he asks if you’re okay

you wave off his concern, but you tug down the hem of your dress again and try to suck in your stomach, feeling a little more self-conscious now

Johnny gives you one last look but trusts you to keep your word, and the both of you arrive at a small booth reserved for him and his friends

Kung Lao excitedly waves at you, eyes bright as he raises a shot glass to you, while Raiden just gives you a calm smile and nod of the head

Kenshi sits off to the side, earplugs in his ear to avoid overstimulation of the noise, but you can see Sento by his side, disguised as a decorated white cane

the swordsman gives you a soft smile and the slight tilt of his head as Johnny urges you to sit down on the soft leather chairs

he seats you between Syzoth and Ashrah, and you give them the slight nod of your head before turning your attention to whatever cards game they were playing earlier

you can’t say you knew Syzoth and Ashrah all that well: Syzoth did come and visit the temple every so often to see Ashrah and you did see the former demon around the training fields

but the two of you were on different tracks and had different teachers, your paths rarely crossed, but still, she was a familiar face and you leaned into her warmth

she greets you with a smile, eyes wide as she tells you that you look beautiful, and you blush, hoping it’s hidden by the flashing lights of the party, and return her compliment

Syzoth next to you shifts in his seat, leg pressing into yours, and you see him in the corner of your eye turn his head away as a faint green settles over his face

one of his hands comes up to cover the bottom half of his face, and you can his glances on you, on your thighs, on your stomach

you grow uncomfortable, unsure if he’s judging you, disgusted by you, the comments of the person from earlier poisoning your thoughts

Ashrah seems to sense your discomfort, and she settles a hand on your thigh, asking you if everything was okay

you clear your throat and lean away from Syzoth, saying you’re fine, but Ashrah glances between you and the Zaterran before laughing and telling Syzoth to stop being so shy

the Zaterran lets out a surprised sound before turning his gaze to you, his gaze flitting between your eyes and the way the dress accentuates your curves

he apologizes to you, saying it’s just that you look so soft, so much more plush and different from the Zaterran women back at home

Syzoth tells you that you just look so…delicious right now, and your face heats up as you stutter out a thanks for his strange compliment

he turns away, eyes focusing back on the cards game in front of him, and Johnny next to him winks at you and agrees with Syzoth, telling him that you look quite good right now, good enough to eat

you laugh nervously, and Ashrah wraps her muscled arm around your waist and draws you in close, hands gently holding onto the soft plush of your stomach while her other squeezes at your plush thighs

she murmurs at you to take the compliment, that you certainly deserve them, and your hands pick at the edge of your dress nervously, humming nervously as your eyes flit around the table

none of the others attention is on the cards game, their gaze focuses on you, even Kenshi who seems to look right into you and picks apart your soul with just his attention

Kung Lao looks at you hungrily, his lips darting out to wet his lips as his gaze focuses on the softness of your stomach, and he purrs out a compliment that you certainly were better than any of them here

Raiden keeps his soft gaze fixated on your lips, and you shift yourself in Ashrah’s grasp, his eyes glancing down at your chest before he looks back up into your eyes

on his side, you can’t tell where Kenshi’s gaze focuses on you, but a shiver crawls up your spine as if something ghostly had traced the curve of your back

he grumbles and shifts his legs open just a little bit wider, and you tear your eyes away from the sight to look down at your lap, seeing how your dress completely reveals your thick thighs

you want to tug it down, to hide yourself, but Ashrah’s warm hand keeps a gentle hold of your legs to keep your skin exposed to the air

she helps you stand up on wobbly legs, and Syzoth is quick to follow, eyes wide as Ashrah keeps a firm grip on your waist and grabs onto his hand

Ashrah tell the others to continue their fun, but she’s taking you back home with Syzoth and that you’ll have your own fun

your mind is nothing more but a mush as you follow her lead, but you catch the others saying that that’s not fair, that they wanted to woo you as well