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Shang Tsung x Bimbo Reader: Part 2

Part 2 on the request of @kissingyourgrl

To clear any confusion for those who have read my previous bimbo posts, mk11's bimbo reader is a sweetheart, mk1 bimbo reader is a girlboss. This is because mk11's bimbo is a descendant of chaos realm while mk1's is from Seido.

"I don't know, if I met another me there would probably be a competition between us. Or we can just paint each other's nails."

You two are a toxic couple that doesn't know it's toxic. You would promote each other's worst traits. Shang fed your vanity, you fed his ego. It's a strange duo but a win win. You gave the impression that you were convinced that you're a glamour girl and he's a nerd but there was much more to it than that. You were aware, but you could let a guy believe what he wants to.

Shang felt like he was being tricked when he was with you. You are a shallow person, only giving attention to things that were trivial in the long run. You came off as an idiot but were smarter than you let on.

You both argue often, but over things that aren't really important, and most of it comes from power play. You, a beauty queen, and him... he tried to take over only for his Titan self to double cross him so he was a great sorcerer at best.

If you weren't dating then the two of you would probably be frienemies, and it shows. The dynamic was decent, he took you out on dates and you watched him do his experiments and did whatever you could to support his needs.

Watching him unlock his potential and his eagerness to become powerful was adorable, even more when he learned a new spell and the amount of happiness that radiated off of him. A sinister kind of course, but adorable nonetheless.

He's met versions of you from other timelines, and they all seemed whiny. All had an echo of chaos he had trouble comprehending. Honestly, he's not sure which version of you he preferred, but he loved your ruthless self.

Let's be real here, if you were to attempt making yourself a lot more powerful and conquering the realms then you would succeed. It just isn't your thing.

Shang the type of guy to see you laid out on the experiment table with flirty eyes, but he would respond by tapping your thigh and saying he has work to do. You end up having your way anyways.

You were both the type of people to start making love on top of a moving carriage while there's a riot happening right (in front of/around) you.

That was your relationship: uncaring and disassociation.

On the healthy side, you loved doing his hair, and you both indulged in beauty treatment. Shang wouldn't let anyone else paint his nails, and it wasn't everyday that you listened to someone else's fashion advice.

Shang could picture you being his queen. You brought nothing to the table oher than yourself, and he did nothing but experiments and maybe planning on overthrowing Liu Kang. If he weren't such a diva he'd be a scientist, you were certain.

Shang Tsung x Bimbo Reader

Writing for MK11 Shang Tsung was tricky, but Shang Tsung in MK1 is quite different so I guess this one was easier.

Shang Tsung wasn't a kindred spirit, but you could understand what his deal was from time to time. It was just everything else. When a former classmate of yours won as prom queen instead of you it was a day when conquest was ignited within you, so you could understand where Shang was coming from in that department. Most of the time he just bewildered you in ways you could fathom.

"I can't believe you were able to get Sindel's trust dressed like that." you said to Shang Tsung.

"What do you mean?" his brows furrowed. He was a small town boy, and a poor orphan. Surely he didn't look like it.

"It isn't..." you waved your hand around trying to think of a word, "Slutty enough."

He didn't know what that word meant, but he didn't approve. "Slutty?"

"You need a titty window somewhere." you pulled open the top of his robe. "Like here, you just need to style things up a bit more. I should take you shopping." You feigned a careful look at his hair. "You need to fix that too."

Your hands went up and Shang did attempt to restrain them but you were quicker and stronger. You untied it and proceeded to braid it. He sulked but dropped his hands.

"You know if you weren't so fussy you could've been a model." you said to him, almost finished.

"Fussy isn't the word I would give myself."

"You tried to take over the world or something, I'm pretty sure that counts as fussy." you patted his head where there were nicely done braids. "There, now your hair looks nicer."

He narrowed his eyes before carefully touching the newly braided strands. "Thank you." he said, almost reluctant. Almost.

"Your titan self can shapeshift, right? Can you shapeshift too? If so, when you shapeshift into a woman do you have female organs or anything?"

While Shang could smell your promiscuity, he couldn't help his disbelief. "That's the only thing on your mind?"

"Yeah, I'm very curious." you looked down towards his lower region but quickly made eye contact.

He saw what you did, "Why does Liu Kang value you?"

You happily rubbed your chest, "My allure is my weapon, besides the fact that I can hold my own well enough."

He tilted his head to the side, "How can you be so confident?"

"Well, you didn't stop me, now did you." there was a playfulness in your eyes. "Go ahead, test my strength."

He seemed annoyed, but he wasn't saying no, nor did he walk away. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

"Fine then. Experiment on me, or whatever."

You've been with nerds before, so Shang wasn't bizarre on the list of men you held an attraction for. Not to say nerds were bizarre, sometimes they just didn't get it.

Shang looked you up and down for himself. You walked towards you, with confidence but a curiosity. Being a small town street boy stunted him from giving eyes at any body, but he still felt attraction towards people. He did feel something towards you, he just didn't think much of it.

He looked into your eyes, "I want to hurt you." he admitted.

BDSM? No pressure, you could handle this.

"How bad?" you asked.

He kissed you, it was sweet at first but then it turned bruising. There was something immature about it that made you thankful you were still young. He started sucking on your neck, but you felt a bit of teeth in there.

"Let's go somewhere private." you urged.

He chuckled, a smirk to his lips. His gaze wasn't one of admiration, which was new, but you appreciated his playfulness and honesty.

"Lead the way, princess."