#mk 11

Hanzo is incredibly overprotective. He instinctively distrusts any stranger who approaches you, especially if they're from the Lin Kuei (even though the alliance with Kuai Liang is strong, old grudges fester beneath the surface). You probably had to "slip away" to have a normal social life, which led to more than one argument.

In the privacy of your quarters, he's a more serene man. He worries about whether you eat well, insists you apply yourself to your studies ("The mind is as powerful a weapon as the body"), and, on rare occasions, allows you to see his vulnerability.

Your mother is a sensitive subject. Hanzo speaks of her with a pain and love that time hasn't erased. Her portrait occupies a place of honor in the house. On your birthdays, your father visits her grave and often goes alone, but sometimes he asks you to accompany him. It's his way of keeping her memory alive for you.

Sometimes, in moments of extreme tension or anger, you can glimpse that infernal fire in his eyes. He has taught you to control and channel your own anger, fearing that the specter's curse might have somehow been passed on to you.

Having a father as the Grand Master of Shirai Ryu means that no boy who wants to date you goes unnoticed. Hanzo doesn't exactly throw a kunai at them, but he comes close.

He greets them in the dojo, silently cleaning his katana.

His "hello" sounds like "I'll dismember you if you hurt him."

He asks them cutting questions about their intentions and training history. ("You can at least master the horse stance? Interesting…")

By the time the "talk" is over, most of the boys have run away in terror. You, naturally, are dying of embarrassment and rage.

"Why Can't I Have a Normal Life?" This is every teenage girl's battle cry, but in your case, it carries extra weight.

Your friends go shopping; you have stealth training.

They complain about math tests; You complain that your father demands perfection from you with the nunchaku.

Hanzo, calmly (which infuriates you even more), replies: "Normal? 'Normal' is what happened to those who couldn't defend themselves. I'm giving you the means to choose your own normality." It's a wise answer, but at 15, it just sounds like "no."

When you misbehave, he doesn't yell at you. It's worse. He just stands there, too still. His disappointment is so palpable you'd rather he transform into Scorpion and scream at you. He sends you to meditate in the rock garden or to copy the clan's scrolls of honor. These are punishments meant to make you think, and that's the most irritating thing of all: he's always right.

Your father spent decades being pure rage. Now, he sees that same uncontrollable spark in you during your teenage tantrums.

Instead of getting angry, he turns as cold as ice. "You think anger is power? Anger is a prison. Master it, or it will master you."

Despite everything, he tries. And in trying, he sometimes makes a huge mess of things.

He buys you gorgeous kimonos when he sees your friends wearing trendy clothes.

He worries if a boy makes you cry, but his solution is to show you a new key to "immobilize" him, not to talk about feelings.

Your most treasured possession is an old photograph of him, with an awkward smile, teaching you to tie your sandal laces when you were five. It's a reminder that, beneath the Grand Master, there's only your dad.

The breaking point comes during a serious training session. For the first time, you use a combination of movements he taught you mixed with a technique you developed on your own. It's unexpected, messy… and it works. You manage to disarm him. For a split second, you see surprise in his eyes. Then, pride. And finally, a deep fear.

That night, instead of reprimanding you for the unorthodox technique, he sits beside you and, his voice hoarse with emotion, says, "You're no longer the little girl I used to protect. You've become the warrior I'm afraid I'll have to let go of."

★ Day 1. Worshipping/Pet Play//(Liu Kang)

★ Day 2. Nipple Play/E-Stimulation//(Raiden)

★ Day 3. Hands/Forced Orgasm//(Kenshi Takahashi)

★ Day 4. Love Pollen/Dubcon//(Kung Lao)

★ Day 5. Shower Sex/Daddy Kink//(Johnny Cage)

★ Day 6. Hate Sex/Masochism//(Havik)

★ Day 7. Blood/Vampire//(Nitara)

★ Day 8. Face Riding/you’re the seat//(Mileena)

★ Day 9. Flexibility/Scissoring//(Tanya)

★ Day 10. Orgasm Control/Toys//(Kitana)

★ Day 11. Teasing/Service Top//(Cyrax)

★ Day 12. Power Bottom//(Sektor)

★ Day 13. Thigh Riding/Size difference//(Geras)

★ Day 14. Slut Shaming/Degradation//(Tomas)

★ Day 15. Threesome/Captivity//(Bi-Han&Kuai Liang)

★ Day 16. Praise/Pussy Drunk//(Ashrah)

★ Day 17. Submission/Rewards//(Zeffeero)

★ Day 18. Edging//(Sindel)

★ Day 19. Monster Dick//(General Shao)

★ Day 20. Roleplay/Cop&Robber//(Li Mei)

★ Day 21. Mating Season/Double Penetration//(Syzoth)

★ Day 22. Cross Dressing/Pegging//(Shang Tsung)

★ Day 23. ‘I missed you’ sex//(Takeda)

★ Day 24. Bondage//(Reiko)

★ Day 25. Frotting//(Baraka)

★ Day 26. Secret Hook Up//(MK11 Johnny Cage)

★ Day 27. Anal//(Quan Chi)

★ Day 28. Mutual Masterbation//(Ermac)

★ Day 29. Manhandling/Mask Kink//(Ghostface)

★ Day 30. Virginity//(Bi-Han)

★ Day 31. Free Use//(Liu Kang)

Johnny ca(needs to be arrested asap)ge

Oh boy…why did you have to get this man started?? I'm going to assume you just thrifted a pretty white dress, not realizing it was a wedding dress in the impulsivity of the buy.

When you got back home to try it on, it unexpectedly fit like a glove. Accentuating every nice thing about your body. The lace and embroidered rhinestones made everything just 100 times better. A gorgeous glam dress that you’re sure Johnny would love just as much as you do.

Excited, you waited by the front door for his arrival to show off your new purchase.

Immediately he froze at the doorstep, the sight of you in this little git up took him aback.

You stuck a cute pose and did a full body spin to show him every detail, egarly asking him what he thought.

“Ta-Daaaaa! So, what do ya think? I picked it out at the charity shop down the street. I figured it’d be perfect for a special occasion..”

Girl you are so damn foolish😩 that man is going feral now

Johnny had been playing his obsession very cool this entire time. Only maybe slipping up once but now…???

That “special occasion” is obviously the day you’ll become his wife. What day is more special than that?! He’s so happy that you initiated this first. He’s been wanting to make you his forever since he’s met you and obviously you feel the same way too.

See, you’re perfect for each other! He knew you were the one. Only a bit sad he didn’t realize your feelings sooner or else he would’ve taken you to Vegas months ago.

“When I gave you my credit card to get something nice I didn’t expect for you to buy a wedding dress. I’m not complaining tho~ it was only a matter of time until it happened.”

….what?

You had looked back down at your dress and realized that it did look oddly similar to one…but that was just a coincidence.

You explained to him that no, it wasn’t supposed to be a wedding dress. You had picked it up because of the detailing, you figured it’d be perfect for the next red carpet.

Ohhhhh he sees what you’re doing here. You’re playing dumb, this was only a hint that you wanted him to claim you. He’ll promptly propose. It’s the traditional way of doing things. ;)

You reiterated again, more seriously this time that this was only a dress for his red carpet. Honestly more of an impulse buy if anything. You hadn’t realized what the dress actually was. It was far too soon to get married and you wasn’t even certain if Johnny was who you wanted to be with in the long run.

His vision of you walking down the isle in that snatched, sexy little dress was shattered… for a mere moment he became overwhelmed with sadness. Wha— what do you mean that you’re not sure you want to marry him? Who else would you marry in place of him? You’ve been planning to leave him, haven’t you?..

Quickly that sorrow turned to anger and a side of Johnny you’ve never seen came out to bite.

His eyes were narrow and sinister as he peered down at you, over his expensive sunglasses. His voice was low yet venomously brash.

“Sweetheart—“

“You don’t get to play silly little games like this and get my hopes up for nothing. We’re getting married, there’s no other option better than me. And if you think for a second that you’re going to leave me—heh—-I’ll make your life agonizing.”

Oh..

It wasn’t long after, that he held you down and shoved a ring on your finger…ahem romantically proposed and you were eloped with an insane contractual agreement.

Poor thing…use critical judgment next time you’re out shopping.

Kung lao

You were out at the markets getting some groceries and household items. Normally Kung Lao would accompany you, but after much negotiation, he decided to let you go out alone. He was well familiar with the shopkeepers and locals so there wasn’t much to worry about. And he didn’t fear you being hit on there as everyone in the town knew who you belonged to. Any man who was stupid enough to talk to you was a man who was certainly going to die.

Of course like any woman, after your necessities were brought, you decided to do a bit of window shopping of vendors that were in the area.

Nothing new or interesting caught your attention until an older woman pulled you into her store to show you her selection of dresses. They were all so gorgeously designed and hand crafted, they must’ve taken ages to make.

“I have something very special for you. I think this will make that man of yours very pleased.”

After searching through a few boxes, she found the one she was looking for and displayed it for you. The dress was a striking red with gold embellishments and pleats that were colorfully embroidered.

It was so well done that it almost appeared painted on. It’d kill you to have that dress, even trying it on would be a dream in itself. But sadly, you knew that anything at this level had to be exorbitant in price. There’s no way that you could afford, let alone justify paying for it.

Thanking the shop keeper and complimenting the dress, you shook your head and declined. Explaining to her that this purchase would make you struggle for a couple of months.

The old lady wouldn’t take no for an answer and pushed the box towards you.

“My dear, this one was made for you. I must let you have it, don’t worry about payment. Just make sure I get to see you in it.”

Shocked, you asked a couple of times if she was serious and she was very adamant about you taking it home with you. She winked at you and sent you on your way.

Excited, you rushed home and into your room. Entirely running past your boyfriend in the process to hurried try the dress on.

It was exactly your size. It was almost as if if was made exactly to your measurements. You spun around in the mirror a million times so happy to be able to own something so luxurious.

“Y/N? What’s going on in there?? Are you okay? You didn’t even greet me when you came in.”

Opening the bedroom door you surprised him with the dress.

“Can you believe it, Kung Lao? Some lady at the market gifted this to me. She said it was made for me and insisted that I take it home.”

Yeah…ummm

That “random” lady wasn’t so random. He’d been planning this moment for over a year. He took out half of his savings to purchase it and have it custom built for you. All of your favorite colors and style preferences were put into this. He told the lady that whenever she was finished with it, to give it to you the next time that she sees you.

It was a surprise seeing you in the dress though. He knew you’d look beautiful but not this damn good. All of the details brought out the best in yourself. It wasn’t form fitting as it was a traditional xiuhuefu but it still such a perfect fit on you. He was proud that did exceptionally well in designing this for you.

Acting dumb, he asked many questions like who the lady was and was you sure it was truly for free. So manipulative…

“I guess this is a sign of fate…that we are destined to be married soon.”

Ummmm….what?

You laughed and explained how it was just a traditional dress that you plan to wear at a festival or something. What was he talking about marriage? It’s just a pretty dress right??….right?

Girl—-

He explained that no, it was actually a traditional dress only worn by brides. —And that since you was not only “gifted” it, but that it fit you well must mean that you’re ready to be his bride.

“Oh…no…I had no idea, Lao. I just like the dress, I don’t wanna be married to you.”

Let me take a sip of my drink😪

Immediately his face scrunched up in anger and he backed you into the wall.

“You don’t wanna be married to me?! Don’t you know how much money I spent on this dress? Do you know how many hours that poor old lady spent on this, customizing everything for you? I even tried to make the experience receiving the dress special. And you don’t want to marry me?”

He harshly grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer to his

“You don’t get a choice in this, my precious flower. Any other girl would kill to even be noticed by the great Kung Lao..don’t be such a fool and make this difficult.”

Yeah..we’ll at least your wedding was absolutely massive and filled with tons of yummy foods.

Erron Black

(Yes I know Erron’s mom was crappy but for plot purposes please let’s pretend he lovvveeeed her okay.)

Erron had left you back at home while he took care of some business and agreed to let you go through the attic. It was very very old and cluttered and he couldn’t care less about what you did with most of the stuff. He hasn’t seen most of it since he was a much younger fella anyways.

He told you there might be a few old clothes that were his mothers and sisters and you were free to take anything you’d like. You're about their size anyhow and he’d rather them on you than to be rotting in a box any longer.

You made your way through tons of old nicnacks and relics, it took a few hours of searching to find any of his old childhood things since they were in the faaaar back.

Eventually you found a hefty box that read women’s name on it and brought it back downstairs.

Hats, blouses, skirts and accessories were all in there. Not much that you’d wear since they were all a little dated and too mature for you—but there was one thing that caught your eyes. Something wrapped in dainty floral wrapping paper and tied with a pretty bow.

……Erron did give you permission to open whatever you’d like so I’m sure this wouldn’t hurt him.

Upon carefully unwrapping the delicately wrapped piece, the most gorgeous vintage wedding dress was revealed. Yes it was rather dated like most of the clothes with big puffy sleeves and a high neckline for modesty. Kind of gaudy as well but still an eye catching design nonetheless.

You held it up to your body and it looked like it'd be a perfect fit. This isn’t too surprising, but it fit you rather well. You looked straight out of the 19th century but it was cute, you put your hair up really nice and added some of the accessories from the box to complete the look.

You strutted around the house and pretended to be some snobby rich woman on her wedding day.

“Why yes. The orderves were made by Frederic, the renowned chef and the silk table cloths were imported from across the seas….hohoho.”

In the middle of your play time, Erron walked in and saw you in the dress. He paused and observed you up and down. It seemed as though he was a bit upset by the sight of you.

Maybe it was the wrong choice to put on this dress of all things. This was probably the one thing that was unspokenly off limits.

You quickly try to deescalate the situation and explain yourself. That you just thought the dress was pretty and you wanted to fool around in it. That you didn’t think much of it or that he’d be home so soon.

“I’m not mad, y/n. For a second I got a glimpse of my ma again. This dress is perfect on you.”

You twirled around in place and asked him if he truly thought so.

“I’m as honest as I’d ever be right now. What do you say we go down to the chapel right now?”

Thinking he wasn’t being serious, you laughed and began to take the dress off

“You’re not the marrying type, Erron.”

His demeanor turned from a sentimental bliss to a pissed off cowboy in seconds.

What did you mean he’s not the marrying type? He ain’t no saint but he’s been good to you and planned on being so for a long while.

“What did you mean by that, darlin?”

He stared straight and menacingly at you with his drawing hand on his holster. Your next words better be catious.

“N-nothing. Just figured you weren’t into the marriage thing because neither am I. That’s all.”

That’s all? You think you can just wear his deceased mothers wedding gown without any plans of commitment.

He suddenly pulled out his pistol out of his holster causing you to flinch. He didn’t point it at you but he inspected it before putting in a cartridge that was stored on his other hip.

“Dear, I know I ain’t no romantic but if you think for a second I’d let you walk out of this relationship alive…you must be one dumb broad.”

A chilling smile plastered his face as he pointed it towards you

“So what do ya say? You going to come down to the chapel with me or go have tea with the queen in purgatory? …your choice.”