#mk1 2023

[sareenzero]

Bireena dump

Also I have Twitter account lol

[luna18night20]

A fic where Johnny and Kenshi comfort the reader after a bad day?

🐉𝐌𝐊𝟏 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞/𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭)

Okay, I have the weekend off and I have time, so I can easily reply to requests. So it's time for another Mortal Kombat request, and this time with our beloved duo, Johnny Cage and Kenshi Takahashi. Honestly, I love them both so much.

I didn't know if you want seperated or both of them, but I made them seperated. I hope you will still like that anyway 😅.

⚠️ comfort, reader is having a bad day, Johnny and Kenshi are very good boyfriends ❤

🖤 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞

The moment you walked through the apartment door, Johnny looked up from the couch. His usual grin faded almost instantly.

"...Yeah, that was a rough day, wasn't it?"

You forced a smile. "I'm fine." He raised an eyebrow.

"Babe. That was the worst lie you've told all week."

Before you could protest, he stood up and gently took your bag from your shoulder.

"Nope. You're officially off duty." You sighed, the exhaustion finally catching up to you.

Johnny guided you to the couch, wrapped a blanket around your shoulders, and disappeared into the kitchen. A minute later he returned with your favorite drink and a bowl of snacks.

"There."

"What?" You blinked at him.

"I'm fixing the problem."

"The problem isn't snacks."

"No," he admitted with a small smile. "But they help." That earned the tiniest laugh from you.

"There it is!" Johnny pointed dramatically. "I knew I could still get one." Your smile quickly faded as the weight of the day settled back onto your shoulders.

"I'm just... tired." Without another joke, Johnny sat beside you and pulled you into his arms.

"You don't have to pretend you're okay around me."

The words broke whatever composure you had left. You buried your face against his chest as tears slipped free. He simply held you, rubbing slow circles across your back.

"I'm sorry today sucked," he murmured. "People can be awful."

"I feel like I wasn't good enough..."

"Listen to me." Johnny gently tilted your chin upward. His voice was calm—serious in a way few people ever saw.

"You are enough. One bad day doesn't change who you are. It doesn't erase everything you've accomplished, and it sure as hell doesn't change how much I love you."

"I just wanted someone to tell me that." You closed your eyes.

"So I'll keep telling you." He kissed your forehead." As many times as you need."

The rest of the evening was spent curled together under the blanket, watching terrible action movies while Johnny made increasingly ridiculous commentary just to hear you laugh again.

❤ 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

Kenshi knew something was wrong before you said a single word. Your footsteps were slower and breathing was uneven. Even the silence around you felt heavier than usual.

"Come here." He turned his head toward you. You walked over quietly. Without hesitation, he reached for your hands, gently squeezing them.

"You've been carrying too much today."

"How did you know?" Your eyes widened.

"I know you." That simple answer nearly brought you to tears. You sat beside him, shoulders slumped.

"It was just... one thing after another." He listened without interrupting. You talked about every frustration, every disappointment, every cruel comment that had built up throughout the day.

Not once did he rush you or he try to solve everything immediately. When you finally fell silent, he spoke softly.

"Thank you for trusting me with this."

"I feel weak." You looked down. Kenshi shook his head.

"No." His hand found yours again. "You are exhausted." There was a long pause.

"Those are not the same thing." A tear rolled down your cheek. He gently brushed it away with his thumb.

"You carry more than people realize."

"I try..."

"I know." His voice remained steady. "And I'm proud of you for continuing to try." You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you securely.

"You don't need to be strong every moment." The words settled deep in your heart. "You can rest."

"...Will you stay with me?" You let out a shaky breath. Kenshi smiled softly.

"As long as you need." In the quiet that followed, neither of you spoke again. You simply sat together, surrounded by peaceful silence, knowing you didn't have to face the weight of the day alone.

[luna18night20]

Hello! Could i please get the Lin Kuei brothers and a female reader who has wide hips? The reader heard many hurtful comments about her wide hips and because of it she became very insecure about her body. Thank you!

🐉 𝐋𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐮𝐞𝐢 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬)

I haven't written about the Lin Kuei Trio from Mortal Kombat in a while, so thank you for the request. I have quite wide hips myself, but honestly, I've never heard any comments about my body. Especially since I have large breasts, a narrow waist, and wide hips. But I've never heard any negative comments about myself. But of course, I'm sending hugs to all the women who struggle with negative comments about their bodies 🤗. You are all beautiful just the way you are, my dear ladies 🥰.

Guys, I have 188 followers, so we're slowly approaching 200. That means another special is coming. I'll probably run a poll this weekend so you can help me choose.

And people, I'm begging you. Stop sending me only Mortal Kombat requests! Seriously, I don't only write for Mortal Kombat; I write from other fandoms too. I'm warning you, I will delete Mortal Kombat requests if you only send me requests from that fandom again. Because I'm really fucking sick of it, and it's pissing me off. Remember, THIS IS A MULTIFANDOM BLOG!

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❄ 𝐁𝐢-𝐇𝐚𝐧 (𝐒𝐮𝐛-𝐙𝐞𝐫𝐨)

🔹Bi-Han wasn't one to notice appearances first.

🔹He noticed posture, confidence and the way someone carried themselves.

🔹So when he saw you constantly tugging at your clothes or trying to hide your figure, he immediately knew something was wrong.

"What are you doing?"

🔹You hesitated.

"...Nothing."

"You're lying."

🔹After enough gentle questioning, you admitted that people had mocked your wide hips for years, leaving you convinced something was wrong with your body.

🔹For a long moment, Bi-Han simply stared at you.

"...They're fools."

🔹You blinked.

"What?"

"They've made you believe you should be ashamed of yourself."

🔹He stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on your waist.

"There is nothing wrong with your body."

🔹His voice was calm and unwavering.

"If anyone dares insult you again, they answer to me."

🔹Bi-Han wasn't overly affectionate.

🔹But every time he wrapped an arm around your waist or rested a hand on your hip afterward, it was his silent way of reminding you that he loved every part of you.

🔥𝐊𝐮𝐚𝐢 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠 (𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧)

🔸Kuai Liang's heart broke the moment he learned why you avoided mirrors.

🔸He listened without interrupting as years of insecurity spilled out.

🔸When you finished, tears threatening to fall, he gently cupped your face.

"My love..."

"I don't understand why people hate them."

"I don't either."

🔸He smiled softly.

"I think you're beautiful."

"But—"

"No."

🔸He kissed your forehead.

"There is no 'but.'"

🔸He encouraged you every day, never forcing confidence on you but helping you find it little by little.

🔸If you wore something that showed your figure, his smile immediately appeared.

"You look wonderful."

"You really think so?"

"I always will."

🔸Whenever self-doubt crept back in, he'd simply hold your hand and remind you,

"The people who mocked you don't get to decide your worth."

◻️𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐕𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚 (𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞)

▫️Tomas noticed before you ever told him.

▫️You flinched whenever someone looked at you too long.

▫️You always chose oversized clothes.

▫️You apologized for taking up space.

▫️It hurt him to see.

▫️One evening, he quietly asked,

"Who convinced you that you had to hide yourself?"

▫️You looked away.

"People."

▫️He sighed sadly.

"They were wrong."

▫️When you admitted you hated your hips, Tomas gently wrapped his arms around you from behind.

"I don't."

"You don't have to say that."

"I'm not saying it because I have to."

▫️He rested his chin on your shoulder.

"I'm saying it because it's true."

▫️He loved reminding you that your body wasn't something to apologize for.

▫️Every hug, every kiss, every loving glance carried the same message.

▫️You're beautiful, exactly as you are.

▫️And one day, after months of encouragement, you finally wore an outfit that showed your natural shape.

▫️Tomas nearly forgot how to speak.

"...Wow."

▫️You laughed nervously.

"Too much?"

▫️He smiled so brightly it made your heart flutter.

"Not even close."

"You look absolutely breathtaking."

▫️Seeing you smile with genuine confidence for the first time, was one of his favorite memories.

[thisonehere]

The Perfect Form

Tomas x F!reader

Requested by @im-a-she-geek

Synopsis──Tomas is sexy, that isn't a secret. That isn't a problem either, especially for you. The problem is when he hes's aware of how sexy he is. One day, in the Shirai Ryu training yard, the reader is planning to spar with Tomas. Getting a little too distracted at Tomas's *ahem* perfect form, Tomas takes subtle notice of this and gets cheeky with it.

Tags──MDNI, Requested, Mk x reader, Post Mk1 story, NSFW, Mild Smut

C/w──soft smut, spanking, teasing, mentions of nudity, heat, cut-to-black sex scene

A/n──It's been too long since I wrote a fic, especially for mk. It's good to be back. I love the restraint this demanded from me; this couldn't be full smut, but it had to have some lewdness to it, and I loved it! I honestly miss this game, especially Tomas. I'm always happy writing about him, hopefully we'll see him again in mk2.

The sun filled your eyes with its rainbow hues as you entered the training yard. It wasn't such a hot day, as there was a cool spring breeze that tossed and kissed your skin. Today was perfect, you stretched back and felt the stagnant air, as if indolent to change and wished to lazily hang in the air.

You were pumped as you stepped into the warm training ground; overhead were the arms of a cherry blossom tree, now in bloom. Its branches were high, and it hung over you, bathing you in a pink glow. You felt radiant, you felt ready. Weeks you planned, weeks you trained. All for the privilege of sparring with Smoke, Tomas Vrbada, he agrees to spar with you today. He was against it at first; unfortunately, you two started dating. So, the conflict of interest, he had to train you, but he didn’t want to hurt you. If he hurt you, he couldn’t live with himself. It took weeks of coaxing to finally convince him that it would be all right. After a few more weeks, you were finally able to get here.

He stood at the centre of the edge of the field, watching the other fighters and-dear gods, what is he wearing…You get an eyeful as you approach him, apparantly over heated by the sun's light. Tomas stripped down to just his pants.

"G-Glad, you're on time." You stammer, trying to walk with an air of confidence. Tomas arched his brow as he turned over to notice you and turned to greet you. "Didn't want to keep you waiting." Spoke with an air of confidence. He was usually a very sweet man, but when it came to Kombat, he was the most serious and stern man you've ever met. Tomas spoke on. Something, something, excited to spar with you, something, something, a purple dragon. You weren't quite sure what he was saying; you were too busy admiring his body and hoping he didn't notice.

Tomas's pants were noticeably tighter today, nothing tight enough to show anything, but just enough to cling to his ass. They hung slightly low on his frame and were short, mid-thigh. You were embarrassed by the notion that this little bit of body in your sights caused you to become just a dirty-minded heathen, but you grew excited every time he turned around to talk to a fighter training. Maybe it was him telling them to correct their stance, or to encourage them to keep pushing, you were just happy when he turned.

You felt solace in knowing you weren't the only one distracted by Toma's apparel. As you noticed out of the corner of your eye, other Shirai Ryu training in the courtyard were trying to steal a glance at Tomas. One got sucker punched in the face after being distracted for too long.

"We're gonna go through the normal routine, a few warm-ups. And then, when you feel ready, we'll start." His words snap you out of it. "I have water in case you need any. Could you please hand me that?" Tomas pointed to a bench behind him as he approached students to fix their form. A canister of water, oil for massaging, and a set of gloves sat neatly behind him on a bench a few feet back.

Quickly make your way to the bench, and you turn back to make sure you're grabbing the right thing. And the. Toma's back was to you as he talked to the student, giving them tips and other helpful advice to help in today's training. Your eyes feel low, from his head, to his wide and muscular back, and finally his glutes. Elder gods...the shape. They were perfectly formed, very round and firm, sitting on a pair of nice, big thighs. You felt yourself being lost as you began to stare at it.

His pants cling to his ass perfectly, as if on instinct, you bite your lip. As Tomas kept talking, he put himself into the exact stance as a way to give an example. He began to move this way, and that was a demonstration. As he did, his ass, that glorious thing, jiggled with every move. You wondered if Tomas was aware of his own body. Aware of how his buttocks reacted to every move with graceful sways here and there. You wondered if he was aware of the stares from people around. Many of them slowed their movements during training, or even just pretended to train, just to look.

"Ready when you are." Tomas finally said, turning back to approach, you swore you could see his shadow behind him as he moved. His immediate attention caused you to immediately pretend to have just been watching his demonstration, not just his ass. "Always." You say cheerfully as you hand him the pair of gloves. His bicep flexed as he tied it onto his arms. "I'm excited to do this with you. I've wanted to do this for weeks. Kuai and Harumi have been keeping me busy."

You shrugged, trying to hide the shame in your eyes. Here you were sexualizing this man, meanwhile, he is kind and respectful. You felt like a pervert. "I'm just glad to have you all to myself," you said, your words much more deviant than you intended. Much to your relief, Tomas didn't seem to notice, and if he did, he didn't let on with the chipper smile on his face. "Alright, let's do this!" Excitement brimming in the bravado of his voice, He snapped into his fighting stance like it was second nature. You did too, just not as quickly as he did, more awkward, less sure. You hope this won't be too embarrassing.

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Well, the good news was that this wasn't too embarrassing; it was completely embarrassing. Your horrid thoughts kept plaguing your mind, Tomas's near-bare form, combined with the image of his ass embedded into your brain like a curse. You kept getting distracted, and Tomas took the better of you. The number of times he has knocked you to the ground. "You’re slow. You need to be quicker.” He said, extending his hand to help you up. “I-I know. You stammer as you try to catch your breath. “One more go.” You promised. “One more go, and I’ll have you on your back.” You let out a hazy laugh. 

Rolling his eyes, Tomas turned his back on you for a second. Scanning the training Ground, Tomas found that many of them were resting on benches. Far enough, he thought, they have been working hard since dawn; they deserve a rest.

The problem is how they immediately flinched when he looked at them and pretended they weren’t staring at him, snapping into positions to look like they weren’t paying attention. Gee, that fallen cherry blossom must be very interesting. Tomas guessed with an eye roll, turning to pretend like he didn’t notice. At the corner of his eye, he could still see them going back to staring at him. Tomas has always been aware of his physical appearance; he knew how well-built he was to the point that it caused the people around him to *ahem* feel a bit flustered. 

He never thought it was much of a big deal. If anything, it made him almost awkward. The way people almost lose their train of thought, he couldn’t be that much of a heartthrob. Could he? 

Tomas looked at them again from the corner of his eye; they were still staring at him. Tomas couldn’t see much, but he could see their heads were low, almost as if they were looking at his…What in Elder Gods' Name? Are they looking at his…his ass? At that moment, Tomas looked at you, and at that moment, he realised why you were so distracted. That shame and embarrassment in your eyes, every moment you were a bit too slow. He slowly nodded his head. The idea of other people leering and ogling at him made him uncomfortable. But the idea of you doing the same, well…that’s different.

“Okay, we’ll spar one last time.” Your eyes lit up at Tomas’s words. This is it, you thought; you’re not going to get distracted. “But first, I need to do a quick warm-up.” You nodded; you didn’t question it. Turning back to the bench to drink some water. “While you're over there, can you hand me that?” Tomas said, pointing at the body oil. “I need to massage my muscles; I’ve been a bit sore.” Without thinking, you handed it to Tomas, who immediately took off his pants.

“Tomas!” You cried, nearly jumping out of your skin. The Shirai Ryu audibly gasp, dropping the pretence that they weren’t looking; Tomas wasn’t naked; he wore this thin cloth about his groin that functioned as a sort of underwear. “I was overheated.” He shrugged, no hint of a smile, so this seemed genuine. He began to flex his muscles as he oiled his body. Showing extra care to his bum, which was halfway exposed in this thin cloth. “O-Okay. Just hurry.” You said, meanwhile, your mind repeated ‘don’t look’ over and over again as he turned and showed great care to his heavy buttocks.

The other were looking, their mouths agape, but Tomas didn’t even care; he was just focused on you. “You ready? To ‘have me on my back’ as you say?” he stretched his body, arching his back, and a low groan was carried from his mouth into your ear. Your body tensed as he continued. He sighed, suggestively as he did a few squats up and down. This was meant to get to you, Elder Gods, damn it, it was working too. You felt a heat pass through your body as you shifted uncomfortably, as you watched him warm up. The onlookers just soaked it in; they were loving every moment of this.

Arching your throat, you lift your head and speak with a clear voice. “Let’s just get this over with.”  One or two, ten squats later, Tomas got into position. His body glistened in the sun’s light, and his smile finally showed. Elder Gods help you; you wanted to wipe it off his face.

And just like they did, you two clashed. You showed improvement, fortunately. Driven by pure will, and admittedly a bit of fully realised arousal, you dodged every strike and knocked him around every chance you saw an opening. You were doing so well. Tomas proved an unrelenting opponent. But he didn’t hesitate; every second he found a chance. “Eyes up here.” He’d mock you. “I know it’s tempting to look behind me, but I need you to focus.” He joked, and he joked, and he joked. This didn’t help; it made you angrier as you continued.

Unfortunately, this was a purposeful tactical effort by Tomas for you to be blinded by rage. As he had hoped, you left an opening for him. So enraged, you charged at him; he moved, and you nearly lost your balance. As you try to regain your balance, Tomas rushes at you like a viper. In this moment, you realise that, unless you think quickly, Tomas is about to knock you down and win. An idea comes to you, an unorthodox one, but it’s a plan. 

With complex footwork, you're able to dodge Tomas’s strike. As he passes you, you bring your hand into the sky and bring it down onto his ass. Slapping it with a passion.

“Ow!” Tomas cried. Taken by surprise, he trips over his own feet and falls hard to the ground. The slap was heard throughout the courtyard. The audience you developed just gawked at the sight. You didn't seem to mind too much as you quickly raced to jump on top of him. At that, the two of you went at it for a second, wrestling and grinding against each other on the ground. Dirt flew through the air as both of you fought for dominance. The onlookers, well, looked at the sight of a nearly naked man fighting for dominance with a crazy woman.

The wrestling was strange. It was a mix of passion and playfulness, yet serious as both of you fought for superiority. And Tomas’s heavy frame was on top of you, taking advantage of his weight. Tomas reached for your wrists; he wanted to win as quickly as possible. If he could retrain them, then he’d have you. Damn it, though, you were quick. As you continued to struggle against Tomas, it became obvious that he was about to best, pin you down and win. So you did the only rational option: Slap his ass silly.

Your hand collided against his backside with passion. “H-Hey, Stop that!” Despite his training, Tomas still seemed put off and even upset about such strikes. He has been punched in the face, given black eyes, broken noses, broken ribs multiple times, yet there's just something about his buttocks being struck that seems to throw him off guard. Seizing the opportunity, you use all the strength in your hips and pelvis to push Tomas off of you.

Once on his back, with a hard thud, you jump on, and you straddle him. Adrenaline courses through your veins as you somehow find the strength to grab his wrists and hold them down.  And there both lay for a while, heaving and huffing like dogs in heat. Tomas looks at his eyes much like a dog, actually, as he slowly accepts that he was defeated. Every muscle melted as he came into your hold. “You win.” He huffs. You smile as you finally fully catch your breath. Parting your mouth, you attempt to say something witty. 

But then you realised something: Everything’s quiet.

Your head snaps over to look at your audience; they all look this way and that. Back up, trying to look like we weren’t watching. Trying their best not to look in your direction. Oh…you can feel your drop as you realise a different pair of eyes is on you.

Harumi stood there, towering over you. You’re not sure if she’s more disgusted or confused. She didn’t say anything; she didn’t need to. Her expression said it all: “What are you doing?” Kuai is not far behind. “Harumi!” Tomas suddenly tossed you off of him and quickly jumped to his feet. Bad idea; Harumi’s eyes practically popped out of her head. It was at this moment that Tomas was fully aware of his body, of the fact that he was in his underwear made of a very, very, VERY thin and very, very, VERY tight fabric. It was like he shrank as he quickly tried to cover her. 

The look on Harumi’s face- oh gods, please don’t let this be the day she dies. Your chin met your chest as you lowered your head in embarrassment. Neither you nor Tomas could look up. You didn’t need to see her or the way she looked at you, then him, then back at you, and back at him, and so on and so on. You’d never forgive yourself if you gave Harumi a heart attack.

“Um…I…Tomas, Y/n, you’re both dismissed for the rest of the day.” Kuai struggle to retain his composure, finally catching up to Harumi and getting a look at what’s happening. Unlike Harumi, Kuai was clearly confused. Kuai’s answer was a decent relief for you; it beat Harumi’s repulsed gaze by a landslide. You both walked into the building in shame, both whispering apologies to Harumi and Kuai as you passed. 

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“Harumi is a rational person; I’m sure she’ll understand.” You called to Tomas as he finished in the shower. It was after noon now, after noon when all the other Shirai Ryu weren't beginning to prepare for evening. Overwhelmed with shame, you and Tomas hid in his room. You were now in his room lying on his bed, and he was in his bathroom connected to the room, getting out of the shower. “Too bad we weren’t being rational.” Tomas sighed as he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and steam bursting out behind him as he opened the door. “We acted like idiots.”

“We?” You sat in the bed, your brow arched as you looked at Tomas like he was crazy. “We.” He confirmed as he plopped down at the edge of the bed just a few inches away from you. “I’m not the one who was trying to distract me while training.” Tomas inched back onto the bed, lying down on his back and closed his eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He said with a dreamlike sigh as if he were pretending to drift off. “You stripped naked in the middle of the courtyard.”

At this, Tomas quickly jumped up to defend himself. “I did no such thing! It was my underwear, big difference.” He seemed flustered now, avoiding eye contact. You arched your brow, noticing how flustered you words made him. You looked him intensely in the eyes, making it clear that you wouldn’t let this go. “Okay, fine, I’ll admit, I was messing with you… a bit...Distracting you, you could say, but I was only trying to He quickly turned away from him, resting on his stomach. “You were very naughty, and I think you need to be punished!”

“Punished? Hey!” He cried, but it was too late. You jumped onto his legs, pinning them down with the weight of your full body and the strength of the adrenaline still emanating throughout your body. You grabbed the towel and ripped it off him. His ass jiggled at the sudden and violent motion. 

“What are you-Ow!” He cried as your palm met his ass. “Hey, stop it-Ow!” You began to pummel his poor ass with slap after slap after slap. Spanking him with vile passion. You felt bad for anyone outside of Tomas’s door that might hear, for all they’d hear is skin slapping against skin and the cries of a grown man.

“Alright! You made your point. I’m sorry!” He finally cried in between slaps when you were finally starting to wear down. “That’s what I thought…” You huffed, out of breath from how many times you smacked his ass. You fell to your back beside you.  “Look…look what you did.” Tomas turned over to his back, revealing a very erect penis. Both cheeks were red, one from pain and the other from elation. At that, you started laughing so loud it echoed off the walls.

Tomas’s eyes narrowed as he stared at you laughing; he pursed his lips. Suddenly, with the speed of a tiger, Tomas dove onto you, putting his full weight onto you. Pressing his erect form against yours, Tomas looked into your eyes with a spiteful intensity. “You make me sick.” You laughed at this, reaching for his bruised tush as you caressed it. Tomas flinched at this. “You love it.” you whispered, your voice and sweet like honey.

At that, Tomas pressed his lips against yours and filled your mouth with his tongue.

…

Tomas' derriere still hurts from what you did to it. The pain wasn’t as intense as it was last night, more like a subtle singing pain. He liked to think he got his revenge as you lay next to him, completely knocked out after he wore you out. But considering his ass still hurt, he might have to give this one to you.

A hot and early shower later, Tomas was back outside in the courtyard. The sun had barely risen, and the clan initiates stood tall and ready for him. Tomas wore his default apparel. Much to the disappointment of many of the initiates. A lot of them saw how Tomas dressed and acted yesterday adn was hoping to get a closer look today. But they didn’t have that privilege. Tomas, reeling from shame over his actions the prior day, was at his most strict. “Alright, we will be focusing on stealth.” He said, his voice much deeper and more serious compared to his usual sweet tone of voice. 

“Tomas!” Harumi’s voice blared behind him like a whistle, causing his entire body to stiffen up. He turned, and there she was approaching. A much more composed demeanour enveloped her, certainly better than the staggering, staring expression she had yesterday. “Harumi.” Tomas addressed with a bow of respect. “About yesterday.” She said with a cool voice as she stood before him, his body still bent forward as he bowed, waiting for her permission to stand upright again. She waved her hand and the initiates scattered like mice; now it was just him and her in the yard. “I apologise for my actions; I made a fool of myself.”

“We’ve all made fools of ourselves for love, I suppose,” Harumi said with an almost sigh. “What you did was indeed shameful. You made a debaucherous mockery of everything it meant to be Shirai Ryu. You and your ‘beloveds’ actions defiled her, me, your brother, and most importantly, you dishonoured yourself. I expect better from you.” Harumi's words struck like shattered glass.

“I apologise. I beg for a chance to prove myself worthy again." Tomas said, her head bowed lower. “I know you, Tomas." Harumi paused for a moment and continued. "You’re one of the greatest warriors here. Please remember from whence you came and please…the next time you spar with someone, don’t whip your posterior out as a distraction. You are Shira Ryu, not Magic Mike.” Tomas’s eyes widen as he slowly rises back, seeing Harumi's barely contained smirk. Again, Tomas’s face begins to heat with embarrassment. He smiles, relieved that she seems to take this better than he thought. “Thank you, Harumi.” 

Harumi bowed her head to show respect, and like that, she was gone. With a single call, the initiates scampered back into position. Tomas saw you at the corner of his eye, walking with Kuai, laughing with him about something. Tomas sighed. At least things were back to normal. Tomas chuckled to himself. ‘Magic Mike.’ he resisted the urge to look down at his backside. He really did look that good down there, didn't he?

[daydreamwalker13]

MK1 Random Drawings #135

Swordsman

Gotta love hate his armor, heck it's harder than the tattoos he got lol

[luna18night20]

Hey I loved your recent Kenshi headcanons can you write more Kenshi headcanons with a s/o who has anxiety?

🐉 𝐌𝐊𝟏 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒/𝐎 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

Another request from anon with our beloved former yakuza Kenshi. Honestly, most of the requests I get are from anonymous people. But honestly, I don't mind. I'll slowly get back to writing my own stuff that isn't requests.

Remember, if you have such a "problems", you're not alone. It's okay to have someone who will support you and be with you ❤.

⚠️ s/o has anxiety, Kenshi is a loving and supportive boyfriend, hurt/comfort I guess

▪️Kenshi notices your anxiety long before you ever admit it. He can't see your expressions, but he hears the way your breathing changes, the nervous tapping of your fingers, and the tiny hesitation in your voice.

▪️He never tells you to "calm down." He knows it isn't that simple.

▪️Instead, he'll quietly ask, "Do you want company, or do you need some space?" He lets you choose.

▪️During particularly anxious moments, he'll gently take your hand and rub slow circles across your knuckles. It's subtle, grounding, and never forceful.

▪️Kenshi has an incredibly calm voice. When your thoughts start spiraling, he'll keep talking to you in that steady tone until your breathing begins to match his.

▪️If crowds overwhelm you, he'll naturally position himself between you and everyone else, creating a small pocket of personal space without making a scene.

▪️He's patient when you need reassurance. Even if you've asked the same question three times, he'll answer with the same warmth every time.

"Yes. I'm still here."

▪️If you apologize for being "too much," he immediately shakes his head.

"You're not a burden. You're someone I love."

▪️He learns your triggers over time and quietly prepares for them. He'll suggest leaving early, choose quieter places, or make sure you always have an exit if things become overwhelming.

▪️Kenshi isn't overly affectionate in public, but when he notices you're anxious, he'll lightly brush his thumb against your hand or rest a reassuring hand on your back.

▪️Nighttime anxiety is when he becomes the softest.

▪️If you wake from a nightmare or can't stop your thoughts from racing, he'll sit beside you until you fall asleep again, telling quiet stories from his travels or simply letting the silence be comforting instead of lonely.

▪️On difficult days, he never pressures you to be productive.

"One step today is enough."

▪️He celebrates every victory, no matter how small.

- Answering a phone call.

- Going outside.

- Speaking up.

▪️Each one earns a proud smile from him.

▪️If someone mocks your anxiety, Kenshi becomes frighteningly calm. He doesn't raise his voice—he simply makes it very clear that disrespecting you won't be tolerated.

▪️His favorite way to comfort you is simply existing beside you. Reading. Meditating. Drinking tea. No expectations. Just reminding you that you never have to face your fears alone.

▪️Eventually, you realize something beautiful: even when your own mind tells you you're alone, Kenshi never lets you forget that you aren't.

"Whatever you're fighting inside your mind... you don't have to fight it by yourself anymore."

[okay-but-could-we-not]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mortal Kombat (Video Games 2023-) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Johnny Cage/Takahashi Kenshi, Johnny Cage & Takahashi Kenshi Characters: Johnny Cage, Takahashi Kenshi, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Developing Friendships, Developing Relationship, Pre-Slash, Light Angst, Literal Sleeping Together Summary:

“Wouldn’t have taken you for the sentimental type,” Johnny told him, which was a lie, because for all his pragmatism and discipline he thought Kenshi might have been the most sentimental human being he’d ever met.

“You’re one to talk.”

“I’ll have you know I am a proudly sentimental man,” Johnny said, faux-offended. “I’ve stolen something from every set I’ve been on.”

  (set in chapter 7/8, Johnny visits Kenshi in the Academy infirmary.)

[okay-but-could-we-not]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mortal Kombat (Video Games 2023-) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tomas Vrbada | Smoke/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Tomas Vrbada | Smoke, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Praise Kink, Devotion, Vaginal Sex, Kinktober 2025 Series: Part 9 of kinktober 2025 Summary:

Tomas was not, by nature, a man who needed praise. At least, not until he met Nora.

For the prompt "praise kink".