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iamthecomet · 6 months

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here to beg for boot worship please!!!!

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Kinktober - Day 18 - Boot Worship

AKA: The Boot Thing, part 3.

1.4k words of Mountain finally, finally, getting on his knees for Dew to see what all the fuss is about. Dew's a little mean because that's the way I like him. Bonus, little hints of what might happen if I ever write another part to this.

Mountain would say he doesn’t know how this happened. It would be a lie. It’s been brewing. Hovering. A storm building on the horizon of his life, moving in.

Dew taps his boot against Mountain’s bare thigh and his chest clenches. He flexes his fingers against his thighs but keeps them where Dew told him to. He ignores the way his cock twitches against his boxers. Getting chubbier with each passing second.

This had been coming since the first time he made Dew cum in his pants with the toe of his boot pressed against his zipper. Mountain had been pushing it back. Telling himself that he liked it when Dew debased hismelf at his feet. Rutted his hips into Mountain’s foot until he swore and collapsed in on himself. But that was the end of Mountain’s enjoyment of it.

Even when Dew would drag his hot mouth over where Mountain sat fat in his jeans while he rocked his hips against the laces of Mountain’s boots. Mountain could lose himself in it. In the hurt noises Dew made. He’s so pretty when he begs–when he really means it, eyes wide, face red, jaw slack.

He isn’t Dew. Doesn’t crave a rough touch. Doesn’t always look for physical pain with his pleasure. The idea of grinding his bare dick on the rough sole of Dew’s stage worn boots seemed insane to him for months. Even on the days when Dew would drop to his knees and beg Mountain for just that.

But this?

Mountain shudders. He’ll say it’s from the cold, not the task at hand. But Dew will never believe him. Not with the fire roaring behind him. Dew’s backlit in orange and red. Menacing despite his stature. Dressed in black skinny jeans, no shirt. And his boots.

Mountain tries not to look too much at them, but they draw his eyes. Leather shining. Dew doesn’t take care of many things. His guitars. His boots. That’s it–but he takes it seriously. More seriousl than Mountain who threw his boots in his closet and hasn’t thought about them since they got home. Not until now.

But he’s pretty like this too. The cool toe of his boot dragging down the inside of Mountain’s thigh. Raising goosebumps as he balances on one leg.

He wonders if maybe he can convince Dew to work on them. Can talk him into some boot-blacking without actually asking for it. Mountain’s usually better at asking for what he wants. But this is harder. He doesn’t understand it himself. Why he likes it.

It’s not control. Dew has been decidedly in control of all of their encounters involving boots. Mountain floundering after him even though Dew is the one on his knees. Maybe it’s because Dew looks so pretty when he’s giving orders from the ground.

Dew’s gentle about it. Far gentler than he’d asked Mountain to be. When Dew reaches down pet at Mountain’s hair there’s softness in it that makes Mountain’s chest ache. He leans his face into the warmth of Dew’s palm when he brings it lower. Strokes his thumb over the freckled span of Mountain’s cheekbone.

Dew presses his boot up higher, shuffles a little closer. The foot he’s balanced on planted firmly on the outside of Mountain’s thigh. Leather brushing over Mountain’s skin as Dew shifts.

Dew drags the toe of the boot up. Over the underside of Mountain’s cock where it’s tenting his boxers already. Mountain chokes on an inhale. Eyes darting down to watch Dew’s boot graze over him. So shiny he can see himself in the reflection of it.

“Dew–”

“Take it out. Balls too.”

Mountain does. Shoving his boxers down just far enough to get his cock free. Bunching the fabric under his balls rather than try to shift to take them all the way off.

The way Dew looks down at him makes him feel like he’s on display. A specimen. Something to be studied. His cheeks are hot. His chest is too. He flexes his fingers again. Aches to touch Dew, himself, anything.

Dew braces himself by wrapping his fingers around Mountain’s horn and angles his foot. Pressing the sole flat against the underside of Mountain’s cock.

Dew nods sharply. “Go ahead.”

The worn treads are softer than Mountain expected. Blunted from hours on stage. They don’t give when he rocks into them–but they don’t hurt. Not jagged, or rough. It’s pleasant in a way he isn’t expecting.

He rolls his hips again, experimental. Short slow rolls at first working up into longer ones. Catching the fat head of his cock on the ridge at the toe on each down stroke. Mountain can’t stop now. Eyes pulled down to Dew’s boot, his cock spitting precum against the immaculate leather.

Dew’s fingers tighten on Mountain’s horn as his thrusts grow more forceful, threatening to rock Dew backward. That doesn’t help. Dew’s fingers grasping at one of the most sensitive parts of him. Holding on as Mountain fucks himself on his book.

He’s red down to his chest–he knows it. Embarassed about how close he’s gotten so quickly. About how much he likes this thing he swore he wouldn’t.

“Told you,” Dew taunts. That doesn’t help. It just makes the well of pleasure in his gut burn brighter. Mountain would love to answer him. To tell him it’s alright. To be like Swiss, able to play off desperation as apathy. But he can’t. Wears his heart on his sleeves at the best of times and these are not the best of times.

Dew allows Mountain the indulgence of his own pleasure for a few more strokes. Then those fingers tigthen even further on his horns. Both hands now, one on each. He pulls. Dragging Mountain’s head to press against Dew’s overwarm body.

“Don’t be lazy,” Dew admonishes. Rolling his own hips against Mountain’s cheek so he can feel the impossible heat of his erection trapped in his jeans. Mountain groans. Doesn’t really know what he’s supposed to do. He can’t think beyond each rough thrust. Against the grind of his cock over the rubbery softness of Dew’s boot.

Mountain nods. Looking moon-eyed up at Dew’s face. The fire behind him makes his skin flicker, orange, red, golden. With his hair tied back like it is Mountain can see the muscle in his shoulders. Strong despite his stature. Pretty in a way that Mountain has never been able to reconcile with. Impossible, and yet still here somehow. Willing to let Mountain cum on his boots.

He opens his mouth to promise Dew that he’ll suck him off after he cums. Whatever he wants. Just give him two more minutes. But the only thing that comes out is an intelligible gurgle.

“Satanas, fucked you stupid already?” Dew laughs. He uses his grip to tip Mountain’s head up so they can look at each other. Mountain’s cock kicks, precum dribbles over the top of Dew’s boot, marring the shiny surface at the toe.

Dew leans down, bending at the waist to lick into Mountain’s mouth, held open by his slack jaw. Dew tastes like cigarettes. Like cinnamon. He smells like boot polish. Something about it drags Mountain ever closer to the edge.

“Wanna touch,” Mountain whispers when Dew pulls away and straightens back up.

The words are barely out of Dew’s mouth before Mountain’s hands are on him. One curled around the top of the leg Dew’s using to anchor himself. The other on his belly, pressed flat over his belly button. Thumb pressed over the button of Dew’s jeans. Mountain leans forward. Presses his mouth to Dew’s cock. Laving at the head with his tongue. Tasting salt, and smoke. Dew groans, low and languid. Mountain doesn’t know how much more of this he can take.

“Then touch,” Dew shrugs.

His cheeks flush with hean when he sees the smears, The cloudy streaks all over Dew’s perfect boots. He swallows, he looks up at Dew. A question rattling around in his head that he doesn’t have the wherewithal to keep in anymore.

Dew shifts, he presses the toe of his boot down on the underside of the head of Mountain’s cock and rolls it back and forth. Mountain tries to warn him, but he can’t form words. Doesn’t want to stop suckling at Dew’s clothed cock long enough to bother. So all that comes out is a broken whine before Mountain is cumming. Shoot hot and thick over the edge of Dew’s boots. Splattering on the toe, the lacing, and the floor beneath them.

Dew puts both feet back on the ground. The toe of his boot still resting high between Mountain’s thighs. Mountain drags his mouth away from Dew cock long enough to look down at the mess he’s made.

“What can you teach me about boot-blacking?”

Dew grins, “everything.”

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aj1dordinary · 4 months

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Prepare for Trouble & Make it Double

A/N: I’ve been MIA. But only because I turned 21 😎. Of course I had to party during this holiday season. But I haven’t forgotten about this story and actually made progress in this chapter. Enjoy!

Warning: This chapter contains scenes of extreme violence and implied assault. Please read at your own discretion.

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“in testing, outcomes improved significantly.” the voice of shang tsung echoed through the laboratory as you, kenshi, johnny, and kung lao creeped through.

“liu kang was right. this guy really is a snake.” you added to the list of insults johnny and kung lao threw out before being pulled back into hiding by kenshi.

“so what now?” kung lao looked over at kenshi, liu kang’s proclaimed leader of the group for best course of action. he was interrupted by the 21st century superstar.

“this is my specialty, right y/n?” johnny looks over at you for your approval.

“johnny this isn’t a movie. you could get seriousl—“

not wanting his moment of glory to get diminished, he leaps into action, forcing you all to follow him. so much for those loose ends you told liu kang not to worry about.

you take your fighting stance. after your encounter with the large beast in the jungle, you asked one of the monks if it was possible to learn a fighting style just like it. thus, you claimed the ferocious tiger kung fu. it was hard and your hands hurt like a bitch at first, but with your sharp acrylics, you were soon slicing through skin and, on occasion, harder objects like wood.

now with your presence known, you ordered them to step away from the heir to the thrown. you were met with starch refusal from tanya, mileena’s personal guard.

“c’mon, sister. you have to realize that shang tsung is a poser. he’s jeopardizing the heir’s life.” you try to reason again.

“you are of no relation to me. and the business of Outworld has no relation with you!”

so maybe all skinfolk really aren’t kinfolk.

“get away from her!” kenshi ordered when he realized they were not going to comply easily.

“You bitch!”

“Johnny!” “Excuse me?”

“y/n, atleast tell me you get it.”

you didn’t get a chance to knock him on his ass as tanya and rain, the royal mage attacked, giving shang tsung another opportunity to flee. kenshi blocked an incoming attack from rain as you slid in behind him swiping your hardened nails against his skin, drawling blood. he cast a water bubble around you, lifting you up and away. you held your breath begging that kenshi or kung lao could free you. in the meantime, you watched johnny take a rough hit from tanya and kenshi stopping him from taking another damaging blow. suddenly you were dropped on your ass as kung lao tackled rain, breaking his concentration.

with rain and tanya defeated, you ran over to mileena’s side as you let them confront shang tsung.

“mileena, are you alright?”

“is it over?” she grumbled, she leaned into the touch before she realized that you were not apart of her trusted guard. in anger, you watched as her body begins trembling, her eyes turned to slits and her mouth was becoming grotesquely large and sharp as you witnessed with baraka. the commotion alerted the group who ran to your aid.

“i got her! you keep a lookout!” you yelled as you tussled with the princess. she proved to be an incredible feat. but in the fight for your life, you were keeping up. you focused on defense, not wanting to cause further harm to her in fear of what you might have to deal with as a consequence later. however, your muscles were growing tired, the onslaught of mileena’s unwavering attacks wearing you down. fortunately, kung lao and johnny grabbed her from behind, holding her down as shang tsung prepared the serum. you hunched over in a quick attempt to catch your breath.

but just as quickly, mileena broke free from the grasp of lao and johnny before reaching for her sai and charging kenshi. you tried to intercept but in a moment of desperation, you slipped on the water rain had left behind in your debacle. you could only watch in horror as she lodged her weapons deep within kenshi’s eye sockets.

“kenshi!”

you gripped the floorboards in anguish and shang tsung grabbed mileena and subdued her with the serum.

there was no time to mourn, as you crawled the rest of the way to kenshi and placed his head in your lap. you tried to ignore the gruesome details of his face, opting to ensuring he was still alive. in that moment, the doors swung open, revealing the rest of the Outworld entourage. yet again, you made no attempt to make out what was being said.

you were broken out of your stupor when you realized that johnny and kung lao hit the ground also. you didn’t wait to see if you would meet the same fate, you hovered over kenshi and shut your eyes, waiting for impact.

“no, goro. just take her away with the rest of them.” you recognized that voice, yet didn’t dare turn to meet the disappointed and hurt gaze of princess kitana.

there were tears running down your cheeks at how horribly wrong the mission hard turned out as you cradled kenshi’s head in your arms.

you knew that she would not want to hear your pleas or anything that johnny had tried to offer earlier, so you thanked her for her kindness instead as they forced you to your feet and confined your arms. they led you down dark, decrepit halls and stairways before shoving you inside a cell with the rest of your teammates, baraka was caught outside and brought in too. once alone, you tried to wake them up but to no avail. you could only wait with bated breath at your impending doom, left only with the sound of dripping liquid to tell how much time had passed.

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surprisingly, kenshi awoke first.

watching out for his wounds, you hugged him and announced that you thought he was dead. you didn’t wait a minute longer to rip a piece of your still wet outfit off in favor or wiping off the remnants of blood and tissue from his face, muttering a ‘sorry’ every time he groaned or hissed in pain. and now without sight, baraka was making it no better on his ears as he kept rattling the prison door.

“why must he keep doing that…” kenshi groaned, now sat up against the wall at your request.

“lucky for you, it doesn’t look pretty down here,” he would ignore that for now as he knew you weren’t trying to be insensitive about his new condition.

“seems like we made it to shang tsung’s real lab. and the specimen are… interesting, if that’s the right word.” you answer.

“more like abhorrent.” baraka corrected.

“yeah, they are gross in fact.” you co-signed.

a silence over took the cell with lao and johnny still out cold.

you watched as kenshi began feeling on the ground, looking for something.

“what are you look—feeling for?” you tilt your head.

“you. keep talking will you,” another hiss of pain. “to keep my mind occupied on… other things.”

“of course.”

you babbled on and on. not only trying to push any looming thoughts of death out of your own head, but for kenshi’s comfort also. baraka even joined the conversation, telling the story of how his life was before the disease that inflicted him.

a familiar groan interrupted the flow, one that sounded like one too many drinks after the premiere of a movie he starred in.

“johnny! you’re alive! how’s your head?” you launched yourself into him with the same enthusiasm you gave kenshi.

“so it takes me almost dying to be nice to me again.” johnny chuckles are he returns your embrace. fixing his blurry vision, he can make out the figure leaning against the wall.

“kenshi! goddamnit, how bad’s the pain?”

“excruciating.” his monotone voice showed no signs of it.

in the midst of johnny coming back to reality, lao began to stir as well. you leaned over and turned his head side-to-side, looking for any abrasions or signs of serious harm. he grabbed your hands and grinned before muttering “i’m fine.”

once again, you found yourself pulling him to his feet as baraka explained that you had found shang tsung’s true lab. that meant that liu kang’s hunch was right and that he must be fooling the Outworlders into thinking that you all were the threat.

as you came to your conclusion, a door at the end of the long, dark hallway opened revealing… not shang tsung.

“how is he?”

“wanna find out?” you ask gruffly, arms crossed in an effort to make yourself as intimidating as the rest of the guys in the cell.

“this should help dull the pain.” through the bars, he handed johnny a salve. you were quick to rip off another ribbon from your outfit and handed it to him. he applied a liberal amount of the salve onto the ribbon before gently tying it around kenshi’s eye sockets.

it seemed to have immediate effect as kenshi let out a sigh of contentment.

baraka berated this newcomer in a growl.

“you may be a prisoner, but I am his slave,” the man spoke simply.

“he has my family. he’ll kill them if I don’t obey.”

your eyes widened. “then help us and i swear, i’ll make it a mission to help you get your family back.”

the man saw the steeled determination in your eyes and wondered what you had been through to convey such an emotion. he couldn’t give any thought to your promise as baraka questioned him. you found out more about him, his name — syzoth, and more importantly, his race — zarterran. before your very human eyes, you watch as he shapeshifted into a lizard like creature.

lao confirmed that this must’ve been how shang stung learned to shapeshifte as he exhibited in your battle with the Tarkan colony.

you were gonna throw out your original suggestion again when shang tsung made his appearance. appearing like a wizard out of a cloud of smoke.

“are they ready?”

“monologue in 3…2…” you point at him and like clockwork, he rambles on about the experiments he had planned to try on you all and that his master plan was already under way. you were already agitated and scared for your life, you’d rather get it out the way already if you were to die regardless.

“yada yada ya. can we get on with it already?”

shang tsung looked surprised but disgust shone through as you interrupted him. with a wave of his hand, syzoth got to work of releasing you from your cells… along with his creations.

“you stay back and watch kenshi!” lao ordered as he, johnny, and baraka battled less fortunate tarkatans.

that goal was ripped to sheds when three of them grabbed you and kenshi before shoving you in smaller, individual cages.

you wouldn’t be useless from here. you yelled out cues and commands from your cage to help the remaining kombatants fight against the enemy. you were ecstatic about your progress when baraka defeated the last tarkatan klone, but perhaps you spoke too soon as syzoth flipped a switch that released a behemoth version of his kind.

but with minor cuts and bruises, your heroes made it out alive. baraka then ran over to you before ripping the bars of your cage.

“you could do that the whole time!”

he did not respond and ripped the bars off of kenshi’s cage also. he collapsed and leaned into johnny and lao, relying on them to lead him.

you lead the way by making a run for the door you saw syzoth enter through.

“you can’t just leave! shang tsung will punish me by torturing my family!” you heard the frustration in syzoth’s voice and part of you wanted to stop for his sake.

“my offer still stands. join us in fighting him and we will see to it that your family is freed.” you turn and plead also.

baraka was having none of it. as much as he wanted your kindness to work, he was more focused on escaping and so he and syzoth entered kombat.

when baraka came out victorious, syzoth’s mood turned dejected and he begged to be killed.

baraka’s gravelly voice echoed within the chambers, “i suggest you take the woman’s offer as i will not murder you.”

with impeccable timing, shang tsung appeared again, this time the smile disappearing on his face when he saw you all alive. johnny quickly located sento and you stood before syzoth.

like a scolded puppy, syzoth shrunk in on himself and shang tsung berated him.

“we’re leaving.” is all you had to say to him.

“and you’re coming with us. you’ll explain this whole thing to liu kang and the Outworlders.” johnny added.

“except i won’t.” with a wave of his arms and some words you didn’t understand, shang tsung disappeared in a cloud of green smoke that caused you to cough.

“that’s my cue to leave. I bid you all a farewell. and don’t look so dejected syzoth. I’m reuniting you with your family.”

your eyes widened as you look over to syzoth for his reaction. “syzoth, i’m so sorry,” but your words fell on deaf ears.

he lunged to attack him, but in typical wizard-like fashion, shang had disappeared. you cover your mouth and cough as the thick smoke entered your lungs.

johnny placed a hand on your back, “we gotta get out of here.”

syzoth ran to the door he entered in and tried to push, you also tried to give him a hand, but the door just wouldn’t budge.

“it’s locked!”

“out of the way.” baraka gruffed. you happily obliged. in 3 brutal hits, he tore the door from its hinges allowing you all the escape.

“leave me. i’ll just slow you down.” kenshi stumbled.

“are you out of your mind?” you glare as though he could he could see you.

“if shang tsung finds you, he’ll kill you!” Johnny states matter-of-factly.

“look at me, i’m useless. don’t risk your liveds to save mine.” he hissed through his teeth.

“you have a family to return to, kenshi. a purpose to fulfill. we made a promise that we’d help each other reach our goals.” you trot backwards and project your voice in hopes that kenshi could tell you were speaking directly to him.

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the sun felt great on your skin as you made your way out of the deep, dark confines of shang’s lab. you took lungfuls of the fresh air.

johnny and lao had continued to lead Kenshi through the lush greenery, helping him avoid stones and tree roots. you all moved at a hasty pace not wanting to be recaptured and sent to the Outworld prison for a misunderstanding. once there, it seemed like your journey with baraka and syzoth would be cut short.

“i’m really sorry about your family syzoth. i know the pain of losing family.”

an awkward smile is all that you were offered. you would hold off on conversation to allow the man to grieve.

instead, you turned your attention to the sounds of the wildlife. the birds chirping, the crunch of leaves, and something else you had trouble identifying. no one else seemed to have heard it so you left it alone.

“man, this place gives me the creeps. it reminds me of —“ you allow yourself to fall into pace with johnny and allow him to make his movie references.

“i think it’s pretty, no?” you responded to his rant.

“how could I be so sure when I have the real beauty looking me in the face?” he wriggles his eyebrows at you.

rolling your eyes at his antics, you fake gag.

baraka was quick to correct johnny’s assumption about the forest by sharing the story of it and how it was made up of the souls of the dead.

“must be a lot of tigers around here.” you commented.

“what?” kenshi tilted his head in confusion.

“in Chinese culture, the tiger is the protector of the dead. is that what you mean?” kung lao spoke up.

“yeah! I read something about it back home.” you chimed.

“what’s got you interested in China? looking for something. maybe, someone?” it was kung lao’s turn to wiggle his eyebrows.

if kenshi still had his eyes, they’d be rolling in his skull right about now.

“there must be a lot of death near the monastery then because I—“ you stopped in your tracks. this caused Johnny to bump into you. Kenshi gripped his shoulder tighter to avoid toppling over.

“what’s wrong? we must keep moving if we wish to escape with our lives.” syzoth turned to notice the disarray amongst yourselves.

“ok. you all definitely should’ve heard that.” you accuse:

“heard what?” baraka says, a little irritated.

“listen!”

the breeze blew gently through the trees.

“maybe we need to have the monks check you out too. you still may be a little shaken up about what we saw in the lab.” johnny put his hand on your shoulder.

“you can forget about recording too and rest. this has definitely not been the experience I thought it was gonna be.”

“johnny~” you whine exasperatedly. you look at him with puppy eyes, pleading with him to hear what you hear.

“ok. what am i supposed to be hearing.”

“the birds stopped chirping! and something keeps stepping on sticks or something!”

“y/n, we are in a forest. these are typical forest sounds.” even kung lao was concerned. he even offered to carry you back if you weren’t feeling well without the usual pride in his voice.

“no, i think something’s following us.” your eyes skirt around your surroundings to see if you could spot the culprit.

“i wouldn’t put it past that wicked sorcerer. which is why we need to keep moving.” baraka insisted and he left no room for argument as he marched on, forcing the rest of you to walk with him.

you didn’t even make it 10 feet before you yelled “watch out!” and tackled kung lao to the ground. an arrow wizzed past where his head would’ve been. immediately, kenshi was pushed in the middle of a protective circle as you all faced the forest waiting for the culprit to reveal themselves. with a rustle from the bushes, a figure emerged.

they wore a deep red cloak that was floor length. within the material were intricate patterns that looked to be weaved with gold. you couldn’t even make out their face as it seemed to be covered in shadows along with the rest of their body. they made no sound, at least not vocally.

“what do you want? we’ve no time for games. let us pass!” syzoth exclaimed. you could tell that he did not expect to leave without a scuffle as he had already prepared his fighting stance.

the individual still didn’t make a sound. instead, it raised a hand and extended a pointed figure at you.

“hey, i called dibs years ago, get your own assistant.” johnny said.

it took his response as an answer and let out a gruff, but no further statement. Yet, it continued to point at you. slowly, kung lao pushed you into the protective circle so that the “person” didn’t have a clear view of you.

it didn’t like that either as it let out a screech and suddenly a convoy of men rushed from their hiding spots in the forest to surround you all.

“what’s going on?” kenshi began feeling around on the ground as johnny had to abandon being his guide in favor of being protection.

“it looks like we’re under attack, again. it seems like they want something to do with me.” you help him to his feet.

another figure stepped forward and looked to be more human. they confirmed that when they spoke.

“that girl is to come with us. she owes us.”

“i don’t owe you shit! i don’t even know you.” you peak over baraka’s shoulder.

“oh but you do, girl. we were there in the forest where you deprived us of our game.”

“game?” this guy was doing nothing to help jog your memory.

“yes, our god sent us a sign to let us know that our rise to power was just beginning, but you!” his voice raised in outrage and he brought out his machete to point at you much like the first figure.

the unveiling of his weapon made the rest of the army unveil theirs also. The dragging of metal from hilts cause a sharp pain in your ears.

“you went and let it go.” he finished.

“the tiger?” you whispered.

“yes, now you remember. And for that, you must come with us and reap what you sow.”

“i will do no such thing.” you squinted your eyes and hardened your gaze.

“then you and your friends will die.”

without hesitation, the front row of soldiers attacked.

“y/n, take kenshi and keep going!” johnny ordered before jumping into battle. with their hands full, you tried to lead kenshi as quickly as you could lead a blind man through the thick brush of the forest. there were soldiers closing in behind but you managed to duck under vines and over roots as you ran.

however, all hopes were dashed when you ran to a dead end. The only way to freedom was to climb up a cliff edge.

“y/n, why have we stopped?”

you didn’t answer, rather, you wracked your brain for a solution. running through hundreds of scenarios, but they all ended the same. one or both of you would die. you looked at kenshi’s face as it scrunched up in fear and concern. behind you, you could hear shouting and yelling from the pack.

you bottom lip wobbled as you tried to come to terms with your choice. your eyes started watering and kenshi could feel your shoulders heaving under his grasp.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” he asked more hastily. your unusual silence put him at unease, but soon he was forced to move again. imagine his further confusion as he was made to sit on the ground as you removed his hand from your shoulder. he could hear the snapping of twigs and the rustling of leaves as they were brought near him. it didn’t take long for him to figure out what you were doing.

“no,” he started off.

“kenny—“

“no!” he shouted, voice shaky.

you had no time to explain to him why and you felt horrible for leaving him with this memory of you after fighting so hard for his approval before. you forced yourself into his arms and wrapped your arms around him tight.

“they shouldn’t find you here. you can still save your family.”

you then broke from him quickly, unable to imagine the destroyed state you would leave him in before running off.

kenshi sat in disbelief. soon he heard the rush of the hunters pass by him as they searched for you. he could only hope that johnny and the others were okay.

now, there was truly no where to go. at another dead end, you tried to go right only to be met with a gang of hunters. trying to break left led you to another gang. they had backed you into a corner.

“here kitty, kitty.” the voice from earlier taunted.

none of liu kang’s words were sticking at the moment as you tried to rack your brain for something he would say or do in this situation. but nothing. tears welled up in your eyes at how you had failed his expectations, of how kung lao or raiden would remember you after signing their gleaming approval to your champion status. most importantly, of how lonely and miserable johnny would become without you to hold him to his standard.

“oh hush now, it’ll all be over soon.”

no matter of what may come after your death, you did not want to go down without a fight, and so you wiped the tears and snot on your sleeve before entering your fighting stance.

“ahh, so you do have spirit in you.”

a gang of hunters launched an attack which you blocked before lunging towards them, using the tiger form that you were taught at the monastery, you went for cartilage and tissue that would render your victims immobile. Bringing out a knife from your boot, you slashed one guy’s Achilles’ tendon, slashed another guy’s cartilage behind his knee and managed to catch the other two in the jugular and the cranium.

another group launched their attack and put you in the defensive. Having weapons of their own, you winced as a couple of their sharpened weapons grazed you and quickly tried to regain your composure when fists made contact with your skin. still you pushed on and managed to defeat another 7.

but by now, you were bloodied and bruised. a bruise had began to form under your eye and your lip was busted. there were multiple slashed through your clothes that left bleeding wounds to stain them. your head ached and your vision was spinning. tired, you still brought your fists up before you as the gang leader from before approached you. you brought your arm back to punch him but he simply sidestepped you. stumbling in the dirt, you turn around to throw another punch but it seems like he beat you to it. he sent a brutal punch that caught you right in the jaw. it genuinely made you dizzy as you tumbled to the floor onto your hands and knees. something was tumbling in your mouth and you went to spit it out. you were met with the sight of a tooth and blood.

“men, it seems like we have tamed this one.”

loud cheers surrounded you on all sides. the thunderous clapping alerted you to the fact that you would have never made it out alive. the blood on the ground mixed with tears as they spilled from your bruised eyes.

“please,” you start.

“what do you want from me?”

he kneeled in front of you, grabbing you by the chin to look at him.

“like i said, you have a spirit in you. and we are going to claim it.”

multiple hands grabbed at you and pinned you down, their nails digging into your flesh. your shirt was shimmied up to free your stomach. you began wildly thrashing in their grip. the man had climbed on top of you, sitting on your hips as he brought out his knife.

“STOP!”

he began chanting something with ferocious intensity before he began to slowly begin making an incision. blood droplets immediately began forming around the blade and a searing pain spread through you.

“NO!”

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a thunderous screech came from deep within the forest that sent the birds flocking in the other direction as baraka finished off the last of the henchmen.

“y/n and kenshi went that way!” johnny ran towards the sound without any hesitation.

syzoth tracked them by following the footsteps left behind when he tripped over a rather large boulder.

“kenshi!” kung lao helped the man to his feet and brushed off the leaves and sticks that surprisingly hid him well.

“where is she?”

“she’s not with you?” johnny panicked.

“she… i think she sacrificed herself. she demanded i stay here and lured them away elsewhere. there were too many. i fear she—“

“which way did she go?” johnny would not allow him to finish that sentence.

another scream answered for him.

“y/n!” he dashed, the others close behind.

they made it just in time to see the ring leader thrust a knife into your stomach.

your scream sent a chill down their spines.

just before they could jump into action and retaliate, they were blinded by a light.

the high pitched screaming had gradually become a guttural roar.

there was cracking and screaming before a loud silence took over the forest. syzoth had turned back towards where you had been to instead see a large tiger standing over the ring leader. this was no regular tiger, this was a brute at around 9 feet at the shoulder. the man was brutally mangled and unrecognizable at its feet. better yet, he was dead. blood and drool wept from the muzzle of the large man eating beast. the rest of the cult sat in fear and disbelief. no one made any sudden movement as the large tiger eyed the crowd.

clang clang!

all heads turned to the soldier who had dropped his weapon. he shook like a leaf in a hurricane as he met the eyes of the savage animal. at the sight of the sharpened silver, the tiger was triggered into action and lept in that direction. the campions watched as they scrambled over one another to escape but to no avail, the tiger had no mercy and left no one alive. its claws and teeth cut through the flesh like butter and a hot knife. And with its large form, it made large strides, bounding from one side to the other with no problem. some cult members bumped shoulders with them as the lucky ones escaped back to whatever hole they crawled out of. when the tiger sensed that it was no longer in danger, it let out another roar that reverberated through them —a warning. then it was like watching an actor break character as it whimpered in pain. it circled in place before carefully laying down.

johnny stepped out from their hiding spot among the bushes.

“are you stupid? that thing will maul you!” kung lao whisper-yelled.

“if you’ve been paying attention, that thing is y/n and I am going to help her.”

the tiger’s nostrils flared at the scent of a new intruder. if what Johnny said is true, you had no energy to move and allowed johnny to approach, but not without deep growls that seemed to shake the earth.

“you got this johnny,” he whispered to himself.

“just like Owen Grady and Blue, Hiccup and Toothless.”

“i can’t watch!” syzoth covered his eyes.

“i’m glad i can’t watch.” kenshi resigned.

johnny turned his face away, not wanting to bear witness to the amputation of his own arm if things go wrong. rather than sharp teeth, he was met with soft fur and chuffing.

“you’re alright. they’re dead and gone and you’re okay. you did it.” johnny whispered and he kept stroking the fur on your head.

you laid your large head in his lap and closed your eyes, basking in the feeling of the fact that you were alive and johnny’s heartbeat confirmed that.

when the other’s stepped out from their hiding spot among the bushes, you had reverted back to your human form. now, they were able to bear witness to the bruises and wounds you had.

“are you sure that she’s not from Outworld? She may be something like syzoth.” baraka asked.

“i- I’m not sure.” johnny answered, eyebrows furrowed.

“she ok?” kenshi asked worriedly as he followed kung lao.

“mentally, i doubt it. physically, also not looking too good. she’s out cold and there’s no telling how long she’ll be out for.”

“hopefully, this is the last of this foolishness. we must get a move on if you wish to get your wounded back home.” baraka began walking again, leaving little time to mourn or celebrate. kenshi was handed off again to johnny while kung lao picked up your comatose form before following. it was not the last of the foolishness.

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Troubled Youth

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x CPTSD!Reader

(Platonic Soap x Reader if you squint)

Warnings: fem reader, brief mention of injury, talk of childhood trauma, reader has cptsd episode, cursing, non-sexual nudity

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Reader has a CPTSD episode and Simon is there to ground her.

*Please do not read if you are easily triggered*

Stay safe and enjoy <3

Today had been possibly the longest day ever. Nothing had gone right, not even at work or on the drive home. I woke up late, spilled coffee on myself, forgot my report papers, had to get gas, and my ID badge at work wouldn't scan to let me into the building which made me an extra ten minutes late. To say I was pissed was an understatement. I had made it through the day with only a million more inconveniences before my boss let me leave early, clearly seeing I wasn't performing as well as usual. The drive home was filled with rush hour traffic and the inability to find a good song to listen to.

Pulling up to the driveway, a smile formed on my face as I saw the beat up Chevy pickup on the cracked pavement of our driveway. He's finally home. Simon had been sent out with the rest of our team somewhere out in the middle of nowhere, meaning no contact for three months. Not even letters sent by mail or a quick pay phone visit. It’d been hard. Harder not knowing when he was coming back. If he was coming back at all, really. It was always a hard thing to do, let him go off into the dangers of the world like that. At any second a bullet could speed right through him and Soap and John would be the ones in my driveway instead. I was also a member of Task Force-141, but due to an injury out on the field I was put on leave for four months, and having to hear that my boyfriend died from people who are like family to me was not something I ever wanted to experience.

Thankfully, today the world decided to cut me some slack and bring my boyfriend home. I let out a long sigh as I turned the key over in the ignition, killing the engine. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the headrest, taking in a deep breath to compose myself. After giving myself a look over in the visors mirror I got out of the car and locked it before approaching the front door. Just as I was about to reach up and turn the knob, the door swung open. In front of me was a grinning Simon who took one look at my face and immediately pulled me into his chest for a hug.

“Missed you so much, Love.” he whispered against the side of my head, his lips placing a few soft kisses to make sure I believed his words.

“Missed you too. Bad day.” I mumbled into his now crumpled shirt.

“Well, we can't have that, can we? Let’s get you inside. I’ll run you a bath and make us some tea after dinner and we can have a movie night.”

“No, I just want to sleep.” I whined, digging my head deeper into his chest.

His arms wrapped tighter around me as a chuckle reverberated through his chest, “Love, you need some food and a bath at least. It’ll make you feel better, promise. Then we can go to bed.”

For whatever reason his persistence was making me angry. I let out a huff and pulled away, bumping into his bulky frame to get through the doorway and walked over to our couch and threw myself onto it. I closed my eyes and started taking some deep breaths to help ground myself. Once again, I felt Simon come up in front of me.

“You're mad.” he stated simply, his voice sounding miles away as I could only think about how bad everything had gone today.

Not able to stop the intensity of the emotions I was feeling my head snapped up and I glared up at him, “Oh, I am? Wow, never would have guessed, Simon.” I rolled my eyes and went back to the position I was in, more anger radiating off me.

Seemingly taken off guard, having never seen me react like that before, he stayed quiet for a minute before trying again, “I just want to know what's got you feelin’ like this.”

“Bullshit! Nobody fucking cares about how I feel, Simon. I mean seriously, none of my family talks to me, I have no friends, I can't go back to my actual job for another month, and we’re away from each other for weeks at a time. I don't even know if you're alive half the time! It’s not fair.” I got up and went to walk away, but his words stopped me.

“I can't help it that we have important jobs, Y/N. It’s just how it is. We’ll work it out”. In hindsight, if I hadn't been so angry at the way today had gone, I probably would have heard the unbelievably apologetic tone in his voice, and never would have taken it the way I did.

“No, you know what? Fuck you Simon! You have no idea what it's like to have only one person in your life and you hardly get to see them because they're out in another country fighting some war the world doesn't even know about. I’m so scared everyday that Soap or Price are going to show up at our door or my office to give me your tags. I don't have anyone else in my life once your gone”, tears were now streaming down my face and I had managed to curl into myself on the couch and away from my boyfriend.

It was silent for a moment, but then he sighed loudly, which made me look up in fear as a response to how things would go in my childhood. I was met with the stone cold look on his face.

I showed emotion and I was going to pay for it.

That was the only thought running through my head as I looked into his eyes which looked more and more like my fathers by the second.

Simon was standing at his full height, my dads height, and staring down at me with such an intense gaze that it made my heart rate and breathing speed up. He took a step forward, and immediately I was overtaken with fear from the memories of my fathers wrath. Without a second thought, I looked up at him with fear and bolted off the couch and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door and hiding in the shower. Shakily, I grabbed the lid to the tank of the toilet as a weapon in case I needed it. My breathing was quick and unsteady, nearly making me pass out, but that couldn't happen. I had to stay alert. I couldn't let the monster get me. Not again. Not after I had done everything I could to escape him.

My heart was beating in my ears and I felt trapped, like a mouse in a cage. My hands were shaking and the toilet lid kept slipping from how sweaty my palms had gotten. Cold chills were racking my body and the nausea refused to go away. I felt like I was suffocating.

A gentle, low, knock on the door made my head snap in its direction and raise my weapon even higher and more confident. I took a deep breath as I saw the knob slowly turn and the door be pushed open about an inch. A large black nail polish and ring covered hand pushed a journal and a goofy looking child's pen across the floor of the small bathroom. The door was slowly pulled closed, a quiet click sounding from the rings clacking against the metal knob.

That quiet click is what made me snap out of it. My father didn't wear rings or nail polish, this wasn't my childhood bathroom, and that was the man who I was never supposed to be scared of. The man I wasn’t scared of. I let out a shaky sob as I fell to the floor in realization of what just happened, and what I had said to Simon. I felt awful for even thinking like that. I took a few minutes to compose myself, blankly staring at my journal he had thoughtfully slid into the room. He knew me so well. More than I knew my self, honestly.

With a few more shaky deep breaths, I looked over at the door and called out, “Simon?” my voice was rough from the crying I had done throughout the day and the screaming on the ride home.

“Yes, Darling?” his voice was quiet hidden behind the door. I needed it beside me.

“Can you… You can come in now.” I spoke loud enough for him to hear.

I heard some shuffling before the door was opened. Simon slowly crept in, quiet as possible as he approached me. He crouched down to where I was sitting, toilet lid still tightly clutched in my hands with my knees to my chest.

“Why do you have the lid to our toilet, love?”

“It’s a weapon…”

“No weapons needed here. Can i have that to put back? I promise nobody is going to hurt you, Honey.”

Honey. I love when he calls me that.

Taking my silence as a yes, he delicately grabbed the cold, white porcelain from my hands and placed it on the ground next to him.

“Okay, good. Do you want to get out of the shower now?” his voice was soft, almost like he was talking to a small child. It was comforting. Safe. Very new as well.

I shook my head and started playing with the hem of my shirt as I tried to figure out what to say to him. My eyes shifted to meet his and it was quick to ease the buzzing in my ears. The familiarity of the way his nose was slightly crooked, and the way his lips always had a slight frown unless he was smiling or laughing. The stubble on his chin had grown since I last saw him, a beard now present on his face. How hadn't I noticed that earlier?

“I’m awful.” I whispered as I looked away, embarrassed by my reaction to him simply making a sound around me.

“No, we're not doing that. None of that, okay? I don't know what happened, or how today has gone for you, but I want you to listen to me. Nobody is mad at you, nobody is going to hurt you. I love you so, so, so much, and I want to help you. Please, Y/N, let me take care of you. Let me make you feel better. I’ll run you a bath and sit here with you. Then we can order some food. Maybe while we eat, we watch a movie, and you can tell me about how shitty today has been so you can turn your brain off and breathe. How’s that sound?"

Tears started welling in my eyes as he spoke. He was never good with words, but he had moments like these where he made my heart explode with the love I had for him.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

I nodded with a small smile. He let out a breath of relief and his hands slowly came up to cup my face and wipe my tears away. I melted under his touch, sinking forward until my forehead met his shoulder. His arms moved to wrap around my body, making every bad thing from today disappear. He leaned back and sat fully on the floor, pulling my body from the glass shower into his lap. My arms wrapped around his torso as my nose breathed in the comfort of his scent.

“I’m sorry I said ‘fuck you’, and that you don't know what it's like to not have people. You definitely do. Also for making you think I was scared of you. I promise I’m not. You’re the only person I’m not scared of.” I mumbled into his burning hot skin, relishing in the way it heated up the side of my face.

He once again grabbed the sides of my face and carefully moved me to look up at him,” I know PTSD when I see it. Don’t apologize for something that you have no control over. I understand.” his eyes had a look in them that made me really believe his words.

“I love you.” I yawned, trying to muzzle into him more than I already was.

“I love you too, but that doesn't mean you're skipping out on dinner and a bath. So, up we go.” he was quick to tighten his grip on me and lift us both up off the bathroom floor.

“But I’m tired and shaky now.” I frowned up at him.

He leaned down to give me a small peck on my nose, “That’s why I do all the work and you just sit there and look pretty.” he smirked.

I rolled my eyes and gave him a small laugh which made his smirk turn into a large grin. He gave me another quick kiss on my lips before crouching back down to take off my socks and shoes. His thumb ran over the thin piece of tethered paracord wrapped around my ankle, a chuckle escaping his lips as he looked at the scar next to it.

“Soap that’s such a bad idea!” I laughed over the loud music.

“Oh, come on! We’re best friends now so we have to have friendship bracelets!” he laughed back just as hard.

Task Force 141 had just gone on an extremely difficult intel retrieval mission, all of us nearly dying towards the end of it. We were all at base safe thanks to Laswell calling in air support at just the right time when she noticed we hadn't checked in on comms as directed. Soap and I had gotten the worst of it, multiple bullet wounds and we had burns from being trapped in one of the burning buildings. We had quite a dramatic ‘my life is ending here's my dark secrets’ moment. Once we realized we weren't actually dying, we made an agreement to never speak of it again, shaking on it and working together to get out of the building with the help of the rest of our team on the other side.

Ever since then Soap and I have been joined at the hip. Even off base, much to Simon’s dismay. Soap knew about everything from my childhood. He was typically the person I went to when I felt like I was at a breaking point, knowing Simon shouldn't have to deal with my childhood trauma on top of his. Soap had begged me to tell my boyfriend, knowing he'd understand more than anyone, but I could never bring myself to do it.

“Your drunk ass is going to burn me.” I shook my head, a drunk smile plastered on my face.

Soap and I had gone to a bar a few blocks away from base, needing a drink after the shitshow of a mission Shepherd just sent us all on. The other three stayed back and worked on paperwork and ordered some food, telling us not to get too ‘dog pissed’, as Simon had put it. We were well into our sixth glass of alcohol by now, heavily intoxicated like we were instructed not to do.

“No I won’t! If I did, you’ve had worse so I know you'll be fine.” he joked, hinting at our earlier predicament.

I snorted at his drunk humor and stood up, placing a fifty on the counter and grabbing my jacket, “I hope the dollar tree is still open, asshat.” I stumbled past him and out into the night air, smiling up at the sky as I took in a breath.

Soap eventually stumbled his way out as well and we headed to the nearest dollar store to buy the materials we would need for our drunk sleepover activity. It took us about an hour to find everything we needed, the alcohol not helping us. The old cashier looked annoyed as she scanned our items and took Price’s stolen crumpled dollar bills, but it only made us laugh when we walked out of the store.

Using the least amount of stealth possible, we snuck into my room on base through the window to avoid the lectures from Price and Ghost, and of course the embarrassment from Gaz’s morning camera roll viewing. I managed to drop one of the bags, a pack of lighters, and Cheetos falling out of it. Soap laughed at me, making me throw the rest of the stuff at him, hitting him in the face with it.

“God you're an arse!”

“So are you!” I retaliated loudly, Soaps eyes widening as he realized how loud we were being.

We both made ourselves go silent before snorting and separating everything in piles that made sense to our intoxicated brains. It took us about thirty minutes to actually sit down and start measuring the rope around our ankles. Being less drunk than Soap, I was the one to use the knife to cut the paracord rope.

“If you burn me Johnny, God is the least of your worries.”

“What the bloody hell does that mean?” he looked up in fear.

I just smiled sweetly at him and motioned for him to continue. He nervously, and drunkenly, started burning the rope to make the pieces melted together and form a bond. In a matter of seconds, the flame met my ankle and burnt it, causing me to let out a small yelp and jerk it away from him. He looked up at me with fear in his eyes as my angry ones met his.

“Run.”

I quietly laughed as I recalled the memory,”Never trusting that fool again. Drunk or not.”

He stood back up, his fingers ghosting over my body until he reached the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. His lips met my shoulder in a small kiss as his fingers reached around to unclasp my bra and let it fall over my arms and onto the floor with my shirt. Before Simon reached to unbuckle my pants he gave me one last look just to make sure I was okay with it. I smiled up at him, nodding my head slightly. He had never undressed me like this before. It was something I wanted to experience every time I showered from now on. The way his warm hands left goosebumps as they trailed down my bare skin and to the button of my pants. It was in no way sexual, but the feeling of the love that was radiating off of him was practically making me high.

He carefully pulled my pants and underwear down, lifting my feet from the floor one at a time to help me step out of them. After picking up my clothes and putting them in the hamper, he grabbed my robe from off the back of the door and held it up for me to step into, “I’ll start your bath, go pick out something to wear. Make sure it’s warm and comfo- what?”

He was cut off by my bottom lip jutting out and my eyes widening in disappointment,”But you always pick out the best stuff!” I pouted, fully giving into the treatment I was getting from him tonight.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” he teased, leaving the room for about a minute, coming back with clean pajamas and one of his hoodies.

I smiled at the thought of being able to wear it when he was done pampering me. Simon had me sit up on the counter while he prepared my bath, the temperature of the water and amount of bubble bath muscle memory by now. It took a few minutes, but when he was done and stood back, the steam rising in the air and the smell of lavender and vanilla was almost intoxicating and inviting as him. He reached his hand out for me to grab, which I did, using his arm to stabilize myself as as I stepped into the hot water. A long sigh of relief tore through my lips as I submerged the rest of my body, my eyes fluttering closed.

Seconds later, Simon's hand was dragging his fingers through my hair, using another to scoop water onto my hair to wet it. The way he moved his fingers through the strands of hair were a stark contrast to the way he used his hands on the field. It made it that much more domestic. Another thirty minutes was spent of Simon washing my hair and body before he had me get off and changed into the clothes he had picked out for me. He guided me out of the bathroom, hairbrush in hand as we walked down the hallway and into the living room. Calloused hands led my body to sit on the couch. Grabbing the remote to the tv, he pressed the power button and it turned on. A minute or two was spent of him scrolling through apps on the tv before he stopped on YouTube and opened it. Working at a pace only Simon could, he searched up Kipper and played the first full episode that popped up.

“Kipper? Why are we watching British Clifford at our age?” was all I asked, too baffled by his choice of entertainment.

Simon laughed, the sound warm and melodious. He set the remote down and attempted to run his fingers through my wet, tangled hair. My heart fluttered at the sound of it. It was rare getting to hear him let loose and laugh like that, especially when it was over something dumb I said. After his laughter died down he took a deep breath and looked down at me, lowering himself to place a kiss on my chapstick covered lips.

“It’s what I used to watch as a kid when things started gettin’ scary. Maybe it’ll help. Just watch fuckin’ British Clifford ‘n let me do your hair. Food will be here any minute.” he spoke, still chuckling at the phrase I used to describe his childhood tv show.

Simon and I had been dating for well over three years now, but with both of us struggling with forming relationships, we were only at the two month mark with our emotions. So hearing him confess something like this made my breath catch in my throat.

“Mine was F/S.” I mumbled, a large smile resting on my face as I watched the orange dog on the screen.

The rest of the evening was rather peaceful. Cartoons on the tv, stomachs full of cheap take out, and Simon refused to let go of me the entire time. He said it was to help me feel better, but I knew deep down he needed it just as much.

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