One night, I had this idea for Ashrah's (and Kia's, Jataka's and Sareena's) mother. I just wanted to sketch her out to the best of my ability.
The 2nd picture is... I dunno. I was just imagining Liu Kang talking to her somehow... (idk if he has the power to enter that level of the Netherrealm, though I imagine him doing it via astral projection or something like that.)
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The following story idea is based on the concept of Jatakas (Sk: जातक; Ch: bensheng jing, 本生經), or "birth stories," which tell of the past lives of the Buddha and his disciples. They follow the Enlightened One and his students as humans or animals, and each tale usually includes a moral of some kind.
Anyway, my idea is basically a setup for someone wanting to write an anthology of interconnected stories.
Story Idea:
Billions upon billions of kalpas ago, during the time of a past Buddha, a ruthless king (the "bastard") expanded his domain by the sword, killing countless men, women, and children, often in the most gruesome fashion. He particularly took glee in the torture, maiming, and execution of Buddhist monks. Thus, he accumulated such heavy karmic baggage that when he died, an entire city of torture was prepared for him in the Avici Hell. And it was almost guaranteed that he would never escape this endless torment, but after oceans of time had passed, the "Earth Store Buddha," Ksitigarbha, took pity on him. He offered the tortured soul a chance to burn off extra negative karma by splintering his soul into myriad lesser spirits that would be reborn throughout time to perform good deeds.
Each "birth story" within the anthology would follow one of these avatars, and their positive actions would be juxtaposed with the evils he brought against those who were originally performing such good deeds in the past. The anthology might progress to the point where the accumulated positive actions leads to his release and reincarnation, perhaps into the deva realm where he can continue his cultivation and eventually start on the path towards Buddhahood.
This is something that I would never personally flesh out since I'm better at just coming up with ideas. But I would love to hear the thoughts of others.
Submissive!Poseidon, Jataka, Odin, and Buddha x GN!Reader. I wrote mostly with Amab reader in mind(save for Jataka's), but you can interpret it as a strap. Features cum swallowing(reader), fingering, hand jobs, masturbation, face fucking, penetration, and riding. Tags are overall in order. Kinda proofread
You love a man with the makings of a whore. And gods if Poseidon didn't fit the bill.
The murderous look in his eyes only fueled the speed of your fingers further, three cum-covered digits fucking his tight, pink hole. Merciless in the way you pound his prostate, sadistic in how you watch the pleasure make his legs tremble and twitch. He's panting, biting his lips raw even as you encourage him to let it all out. Cum covers his chest, and when you lean over him to run your tongue through it, he can't help the way his eyes roll back.
Sweat pours by the bullets from the exertion; still, you didn't let up, didn't stop pumping his sensitive dick, or sucking at its leaking, red tip. When you noticed how he'd clench when you nipped his nipples or tore at the sheets when you ran your teeth across his neck, you took advantage.
You couldn't help but adore him. He doesn't even realize how perfect of a slut he is.
His back arches, a perfect curve that you latch onto twice as tight, nails digging into his waist as he groans at the loss of contact on his cock.
You bend down and wrap your lips around it fully, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue made quick work of the beading precum there. You don't take your eyes off his pretty face once, and thank the gods you didn't.
His eyebrows knit, eyelashes fluttering over clouded blue eyes rolled to the whites as his mouth opened wide, a sound more addictive than siren song meeting your ears.
In your mouth, it throbbed once, twice, then-
Poseidon cries out, angry tears filling his eyes as you finger him through his nth orgasm of the night.
It was funny, watching how his face heated as you touched yourself in front of him. Moaning his name, keeping your legs wide so he could get an eyeful. He said he wanted to experience true happiness- you were just showing him.
"Look at me, Jataka. Watch, and see how happy you make me- how happy I could make you."
He inhales sharply, untouched cock twitching hard at your words. He looks so innocent, all flustered and twitchy, unable to make proper eye contact. His hands float around, restless as if they didn't know what to touch first, or even if they should.
You take your hand, the one you used, and grasp his chin, gentle though firm.
The pad of your thumb is fixed against his bottom lip- pillow soft. You can't resist the urge to reach in deeper, give him a taste of joy.
And he, oh, he can taste it all on his tongue one tentative lick later. It's sweet and salty, a perfect mix that has him sucking on your thumb in search for more.
And more you give him. Fucking his pretty face, grinding on his eager tongue. As you approached your climax, pride swelled in your heart and your groin as his big hands wrapped nervously around his own cock.
Odin is quite a formidable figure. But little does the world know, he's your bitch.
"It's not even all the way in yet. Were you always this pathetic?"
He groans, and you roll your eyes. His hands are tied above his head, but there was truly no need for any bondings- he'd hold his hands in place all by himself if you told him to.
You stroke his thighs, false disappointment apparent in your sigh. "Look at yourself. On the verge of cumming untouched long before I can even fuck you in true. Maybe I should shorten the foreplay next tim-"
"No."
"No?"
"Please. No. I can take it." You smirk, amusement sparkling in your eyes as you take him in. He was never an expressive God, even in the bedroom, his facial expression rarely had any big changes, and he was one hell of a silent soldier save for a few grunts.
But finally, fucking finally, you've gone and done it. You flipped the script on him- touched and stroked and fucked on him, and you can't get enough of all the sounds he makes. The way his muscles flex when you bend him every which way, how sweat travels down his forehead when he's struggling to take you, how his eyes roll back when he cums hard.
He doesn't break eye contact as he takes your arms in his hands, pulling you closer, trying to pull you deeper. "I can take it. Move."
You chuckle, grabbing his waist. "Never one to shy away from what you want, ey love?"
He doesn't get to answer as you bury yourself deep in one thrust right after.
Buddha was made for this. He finds he's experienced no greater freedom than when under your control.
"Fuck."
The cocky bastard smirks above you, riding you hard with his hand gripping your shoulder even harder. The other is on the headboard, claws puncturing the wood. You moan, and his lips are quick to swoop down and swallow it, never faltering his speed. The kiss is excited, feverish, and you dig blunt nails into the soft skin of his ass. The clap of skin on skin is hypnotic, and you start to think, 'I'd let him fuck me like this forever,'
And there it is. He's fucking you. What, were you gonna kiss his toes next? Who's the boss here, you... or him?
You, of course. And you were finally gonna act like it.
You trail your fingers along his raised arm, replacing the headboard with your hand. You clasp his tight, kissing his knuckles. You do the same with the other hand, and in the confusion of your changed intensity, he slows down. In the same second, you flip him over and capture him in a kiss. Your tongue traces his sharp canines, brushing sensually over his own tongue. You can taste candy on it still. Raspberry flavored.
Your hips snap forward, and he moans into the kiss. It doesn't end when you pull away; mouths wide, your tongues intertwine, sucking and tasting each other. It's heaven to your senses, pleasure overriding every coherent thought.
You set a brutal pace, fucking him hard into the mattress. And good fuck, he's smiling about it. Full on grinning as spit leaks down the side of his mouth and his dick bounces between you. You move your grip to encompass both his wrists.
As your hand wraps around his dick, he laughs. It's a beautiful sound, accompanied by his walls choking your cock and him throwing his head back as he cums, pearly white ropes coating both your chests.
Yet, you keep going. You fuck him hard, and smile when laughter turns to sobs.
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Imagine somehow Cassie dies and becomes the ruler of the Netherrealm for some reason then when Sektor dies, she welcomes him with a musical number and the song is Robot Hell with Sareena, Jataaka, and Kia being the Beastie Boys in the song.
I-
I thought this was gonna be angsty and then every word after "dies" just hit me with a whistle bat as hard as it fucking could Istg...
I mean this positibely I was just taken off guard. this is the funniest thing I've ever fucking read