#kenshi mk

[jayadwal]

[lulila-safu]

this week's stuff

bonus from july:

[takesfew]

Johnshi as texts

[lyslsstuff]

Cw suggestive for the tweet but don't tell me this isn't how Kung Lao got into their realtionship.

[iliketangerines]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MORE EARTHREALM BOYS X READER!! maybe a touch of Syzoth in there? Let’s say this time maybe Johnny is throwing a party and reader shows up in a skin tight dress that’s a little too short and due to her thick thighs it’s hard for the dress to stay down.

that dress on you

a/n: ashrah does not get enough love

pairing: johnny cage, ashrah, syzoth, kenshi takahashi, kung lao, raiden, x gn!reader

warnings: suggestive at end :)

you make your way through the crowd, looking for the bar, hands tugging down on the hem of the dress as you walk

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

you forget that quickly when she presses you to the bed with Syzoth underneath you

[kaksparkz]

‧₊˚ OMG HAVE U SEEN JOHNNY'S LAST POST⁉️‼️⁉️❗️

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE!!🫂🩷 made smth about these two cause they got me blushing giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair hhhh i am NOT immune to johnshi propaganda

the whole insta post thing was pretty tedious (not complaining tho i love doing stuff like that. Graphic Design Is My Passion after all). doesnt look EXACTLY like the actual thing but hey!! close enough :P

check my Instagram / Twitter if u wanna see more of my stuff & interact with me (´ ∀ ` *) i'm way more active over there!!

[mzzcgay]

so do y’all guys remember that scene where kenshi gently held johnny’s face and then they smooched

and why do i always like the sketch more 😭😭

[gas1le]

[cureofthenonesense]

These are the ppl that are supposed to protect us? Nah we r fucked

[lovefromlaura]

[jayadwal]

my beautiful elsa wife

selfship under the cut

[biiguru]

💟~The OTPs~💟 💕With Love!💕 (This was originally for #ValentinesDay)

[mlmxreader]

Payment | Kenshi Takahashi x gn!reader

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ “Show me your heart” and “You’re sublime, you’re amazing” with Kenshi. ❞

: ̗̀➛ you and Kenshi get to spend a little time together at home.

: ̗̀➛ light innuendo, a little jealousy

•─────────────────★•♛•★────────────────•

Kenshi was sitting on your sofa, listening to some videos on his phone while you sat nearby watching the television; it was nice when there were moments like that.

Just the two of you and no pressure to constantly talk or to spend every waking minute doing something together; it was more than enough to just exist in the same room, to just be in the same room without talking and without actually interacting.

You were both keen on such a thing, and it wasn’t uncommon either; sometimes, Kenshi would be cleaning and sharpening Sento while you were taking a nap and he thought, for the first time in too long, that he was actually content with one thing in life.

When you stretched, the fabric squeaked, and Kenshi turned his head in your general direction as he hummed softly, pausing the video on his phone.

He listened carefully for a moment, but then decided to get up and to head over to you; gently, he laid his head on your thigh and grumbled under his breath as he licked his lips.

With the evening slowly trickling by, it was getting a little colder, and Kenshi could feel the warmth radiating from your stomach and thighs as he hummed and snuggled in a little closer.

“I don’t wanna go to Cage’s party tomorrow,” he admitted softly, his voice just soft enough that it was nearly a whisper. “I really don’t.”

You couldn’t help but to laugh softly as you shook your head. “Now, is that because you’re worried he’ll embarrass you again, or are you worried that he’ll flirt with me again?”

Kenshi sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he sighed heavily; he wasn’t keen on admitting it, but it was a little of both.

Sure, he loved Johnny - he was his best friend, after all - but that didn’t mean that he liked it when Johnny paraded him around and proudly announced to everyone that they were best friends.

It especially didn’t mean that he was keen on it when Johnny shamelessly flirted with you, even if he knew full well that it was little more than Johnny being Johnny and meant absolutely nothing.

But he still wasn’t keen. 

“Can’t it be both?”

“Trust me,” your hand went to his hair by natural instinct, playing with the freshly washed black strands gently, softly. Each touch feather light. “It’ll be worth going to - you never know, the afterparty might actually be fun.”

“Two hours of Johnny parading me around to his Hollywood friends,” Kenshi huffed. “Sounds great.”

“He’s just proud you’re his friend,” you laughed, the sounds vibrating through him and making him attempt to snuggle into you further. “I mean, I would be, too.”

“Hm?”

“Well, you’re strong,” you started, “handsome, resilient, funny, charming… you’re good with your hands, you’re skilled, determined… who wouldn’t be proud to know you? I mean, Kenshi, c’mon - you’re sublime, you’re amazing.”

Kenshi smiled to himself, biting down on his bottom lip as he did his best not to grin; his face felt hot, he could feel the tips of his ears burning as he shook his head fondly and turned over, his hand wandering up your body but stopping just below your chest.

“Do me a favour?”

“Of course.”

“Show me your heart,” he said quietly, and when you guided his hand to your chest, he could feel it beating.

Soft and gentle. Sturdy and stable. You were telling the truth as far as he could guess, and it only made him smile a little more as he nodded slowly. 

“That good enough for you, Takahashi?” You asked softly, holding his hand firmly against your chest. 

He hummed. “Thank you.”

“So we’ll go?” You asked, waiting for him to nod before you breathed out a quiet sigh of relief. “It’ll only be for a few hours - plus, you get me all to yourself in a dark, private cinema where no one can see what your hands are doing.”

Now that, Kenshi had to admit, sounded more than promising; he couldn’t deny it, being all alone with you in the back row, the cinema dark but the film nice and loud so could actually hear anything, let alone see where his mouth was.

Oh, it all sounded far too promising.

He supposed he could ask Jax to go along as well to keep Johnny away from you and him for a little while - even if only for the duration of the film. Johnny adored Jax, it would have worked easily.

Grumbling softly, Kenshi pushed himself up, putting his arm around your shoulders as he stretched and sighed. Coming around to the idea of going tomorrow although not too eagerly; he loved Johnny, but Johnny was… well, he was a lot to deal with.

He ran a hand through his hair, and hummed as he dared to learn his head against yours. Taking a moment to listen to your gentle breathing, the soft puffs of air coming through your nose.

He felt his shoulders drop whatever tension they had been holding, and he could feel himself start to drop off slightly.

“You owe me,” he told you quietly, trying to bite back a yawn but only partially succeeding. 

You shifted around so that he was on top of you, your hands on his shoulders as you spread your legs to accommodate him between them. “How would you like payment?”

Kenshi smiled, licking his lips as he brought his hand down to your chest, splaying his fingers and listening to your heartbeat. Steady, stable. “One kiss now, one later, and one in the morning.”

You grinned, reaching up and grabbing the back of his neck gently so you could pull him down, your lips almost against his; the feeling of his breath on your face making you laugh softly with how it gently tickled, a warm sensation coursing throughout your body.

“I think I can afford that - would you like one in the evening as well, as interest?”

[lyslsstuff]

Cupid really choose these two to become a couple huh.

(another batch of experimanting)

[iliketangerines]

So I watched this anime about these two guys and one of them like got powers to where if he touches someone he can hear what the person is thinking- so hear my out- like reader wakes up with the powers and discovers she has them when she’s training with someone ((any one of the mk boys you wanna do- maybe Kung Lao- or Syzoth- perhaps Reiko or Tomas)) and they end up tripping her and pinning her to the floor and since they’re touching she hears their thought- which is basically them being like “oh how I wish to have something more with you” or “i wish you knew how bad I wanted to fuck you” and she just gets a really flustered about it- maybe after that she just goes around and coincidentally bumps into another guy and the same thing happens ((this is kinda multi fic- like mk men x reader))

your thoughts and mine

a/n: i want ALL OF THEM

pairing: kung lao, kenshi takahashi, johnny cage, raiden x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), creampies, overstimulation, blowjobs, spanking, mating press, electrostimulation

you’ve always been able to read mind from an early age, finding out when you had touched your mother one day and read her thoughts

but you keep your powers secret and hidden, wearing a pair of gloves and keeping your body covered up, even on hot sunny days, to avoid touching anybody

it became worse when you had joined the Wu Shi Academy, having to constantly spar and be in-touch with people, but it was manageable

you kept your gloves on and your clothe modest, and none of them really seemed to care as all the uniforms were quite similar to what you wore

today, the sweltering heat was getting to you, making it hard to concentrate on how Kung Lao was in front of you, smirking and beckoning you to come fight him

you shake the sweat droplets from your forehead and lunge forward, landing the first strike on him

it’s a dance of fists and blurs as you two move across the training field but combined with the heat of the sun and the stickiness of your clothes to your own skin, he manages to beat you, grabbing onto your wrists where your sleeves had ridden up your arms

he pins you down, gripping you tightly and keeping them above you, and his thoughts flash in your mind, thoughts of you naked and squirming on bed

how he would pin you down and watch your every expression as he slowly thrusts into you while his other hand rubs slow circles into your clit

your chest is covered in bite marks and hickeys, and your expression is flushed and dazed as he coos at you, how pretty you look on his cock

Kung Lao lets go of you, and the images disappear, your head spinning from what you had just seen

he asks if you’re okay, that you looked a bit flush, that maybe you should take off the shirt because you’re definitely going to get a heat stroke

you wave him off and just say you need some water before standing up and walking away briskly, trying to ignore the ache between your legs

the dining halls are mostly empty as you enter, and you beeline to the water fountain, grabbing a cup and filling it with water and gulping it down

you strip off your gloves, hands too sweaty, and wipe them down on your shirt, trying to calm yourself down and regain control over your own body

the thoughts still plague your mind, how his cock had thrusted in and out of you, making a loud squelching sound every time he rocked his hips forward and how your back arched off the bed

you wave away the thoughts and turn around at the sound of footsteps echoing behind you, and Kenshi stands behind you, arms crossed with that permanent furrow in his brow

he greets you, and you step aside and give him access to the water

as Kenshi walks by you, you hand him your cup, saying it’ll save washing more than one cup, and he thanks you and takes the cup, fingertips just brushing together

another image flashes through your mind, how his tattooed hand grips onto your hair as your lips stretch around his girth

your eyes are filled with tears and make-up stains your cheeks as Kenshi guides your head up and down his cock

he has your hands tied behind you and your legs kicked apart, so all you can do is grind against his shoe as he fucks into your face

the thought disappears as soon as it comes, and yet Kenshi seems completely unaffected as he grabs a drink from the fountain and takes a sip

quickly, you bow to him and leave the kitchen to go back to your bedroom, trying not to seem too obvious with how your pussy drools at the thoughts

the ache now persisted between your legs, and you needed to get rid of the need, the frustration, the wetness

as you walk back through the halls, Johnny passes by you, and in your frustration, you trip over nothing and nearly face plant if it weren’t for Johnny grabbing onto your hand

he thinks of you, face buried into the pillows and ass high in the air as he fucks into you ruthlessly

your ass is red and sore, and he squeezes at the meat of them, groaning at the sight of the plushness spilling between his fingers before giving you a firm slap

he presses a hand into your back to make you arch deeper for him, and it makes you cry out into the pillows as you tell that it’s too much

Johnny just smiles at you and reaches a hand down to rub at your sensitive clit and asks you for just one more, to just cum for him one more time

his cock stretches you out deliciously as he pounds into you, the sound of wet slapping filling the air along with your pathetic sobs and his grunts

the sound of Johnny’s voice brings you out of your stupor as he asks if you’re okay, and that maybe you should go to the infirmary, that you look sick

you try to pass it off, but your voice comes out hoarse and a little needy, Johnny sterns his face and grabs you by your arm, dragging you to the infirmary while giving a mild lecture about the importance of taking care of one’s self

somehow, the infirmary is much closer than you had thought, and Johnny and you arrive in no time

he flings the door open, and Raiden is already there, eyebrows raised in surprise at the dramatic entrance

Johnny smiles at the sight of the other champion and pushes you toward him, saying that Raiden is the best medicine guy they have and that he’ll take good care of you

he then promptly disappears, presumably off to bother Kenshi, and Raiden takes one look at your red face and brings the back of his hand to your forehead

you’re not even surprised anymore when images of your flushed face enter your head

he imagines you on the bed, neck covered in his hickeys as he fucks into you slowly and sweetly

your legs are hooked over his shoulders, pressing you into a mating press, but his hips are slow and sloppy as he thrusts in and out of you

his words are sweet and honeyed as he gives you praises as easily as water, telling you how pretty and beautiful you look like this, all fucked-out and flush

he brings his head down and kisses you, pelvis grinding into your clit to make you cum, and his body crackles with electricity, shocking you and bringing you to your high

a whine leaves your body before you’re even aware of it, and the thoughts disappear as Raiden retracts his hand and looks at your with furrowed eyebrows and a slight pout

he tells you that you’re a bit sick perhaps, and he goes to the medicine cabinet on one side of the room, grinding herbs together while preparing a tea

soon enough, a steaming cup of tea sits in your hands that smells herbal and medicinal while Raiden towers over you to watch you finish it

you try to protest, but he glares at you and tells you that it’s better to take care of a cold earlier than later and chides you to finish the tea

grimacing at the smell, you gather your courage and drink the tea, eyes squeezing shut at the taste, but the drink goes down quickly and settles in your stomach

you shove the cup back into his hands, avoiding touching his bare skin, and scurry off back to your room with barely a goodbye

as soon as your bedroom door slams shut behind you, you lay on your bed and dip your fingers below your waistband, circling your clit and pumping them in and out of you

the thoughts plague your mind as you bring yourself closer to your climax, desperate and horny for them to fuck you

your whines and small moans of their names fill the room as you lose yourself in the pleasure, back arching off the bed and eye squeezed shut as you rub tight circles into your clit

jolts of pleasure wash over you quickly, pent-up from earlier that day, and your labored breaths fill the air as you cum on your fingers

as you open your eyes, sunlight streams through your room, which was strange because your window blinds were closed

you look to the door and find all four of the standing there, looking at you, with your hand down your pants

a flush covers your face, and you remove your slick-covered fingers from your pussy and try to stutter out an excuse

Kung Lao shuts the door behind them as they crowd into your room, circling your bed, and you finally notice how hard all of them are underneath their uniforms

after that day, you don’t bother wearing gloves anymore

[elliid0]