#mk kenshi takahashi

[junkanimate]

Ok, hear me out, Cage loses all of his charm and moves with Kenshi (because he actually likes him and he's scared he's going to fuck it up)

Full image under the cut:

[crimsonbubble]

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, spanking, brat taming (in a sense), mean dom!kenshi, praise, degradation, sadomasochism, blindfolds *not proofread, just pure horny

[I need him so bad I think I might go insane,, GOOD LORD HIS TATTOOS PLS I NEED HIM IN ME RIGHT NOW-]

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MINORS DNI!!

“All you had to do was listen,” His words were followed by a harsh smack to your ass. “Was it really that hard, baby?” The force of it lurched you forward on Kenshi’s lap, the sound ringing in your ears as he delivered another. “Or are you just a slut who craves my attention all the time and throws a tantrum every time you’re not getting it, hm?”

With a blindfold over your eyes, you can’t see his hand coming down on your skin until you feel it. You can only anticipate the next loud smack. “Kenshi, wait-” Another hit is delivered to your ass, a pitiful whine leaving your lips as you clutch the side of Kenshi’s thigh.

“You couldn’t wait till we got home to touch me, why should I wait for you, hmm?” The teasing lilt to his voice only increased as he landed hits one after the other on your ass. “Besides, you look so pretty covered in my handprints.” You’re in tears by now, soaking the fabric over your eyes and Kenshi’s pant leg. Kenshi smooths a hand over your ass, the cold metal of his rings, stinging against the sore muscle.

“Oh, no snarky comment this time, you little crybaby?” You hid your face against his leg, sniffling as you listened to him laugh under his breath. Kenshi massaged the irate skin of your ass gently, his hands dipping lower between your thighs. “Don’t worry, dove, I’m right here.” You let out a sharp gasp as Kenshi’s fingers circled your slick hole and squeezed and fondled the soft flesh of your ass. Every now and then, he’ll land an unsuspected smack to your rear.

Kenshi knew exactly how to toy with you. He knows where to touch, how to touch and when to touch to elicit the most raw pleasure from you. It’s a craft he’s perfected over time. The time he’s spent teasing your body, stringing you along just to let you go and each act of discipline that he’s subjected you to. He knows how to take you apart and put you back together with ease.

[jaijaitbinks]

[⚔️🩸]

Since I haven't seen this yet:

Imagine Smoke takes Johnny up on his offer to be his wingman, and a week into his official title, he notices Johnny and Kenshi's tension. Then, he proceeds to make and execute a multi-step plot to get them together.

I'm thinking... possible 6 chapters long Crack Treated Seriously fic full of Smoke getting frustrated, head-over-heals Kenshi backing out last minute before officially asking Johnny out cuz he's anxious about dragging him into yakuza affairs, oblivious but down bad Johnny too busy flirting with Kenshi to realize he's down bad, sexual tension during a sparring match, and an ending scene where Smoke screams "LET'S FUCKING GOOOO!!" after catching Johnny and Kenshi making out (possibly close to getting it on) before skiddaddling like "okay, continue"

[cessmaga]

Kenshi in leather suit 😋

I wanted to contrast his look with johnny like the white and blue to black and red, Also this type of outfit fits kenshi so much like omg

kinda au redesign

(I love giving my faves different outfits 😋😋)

+ugly doodles

[jovuuu]

today is the last day of my winter break,hope I’ll have time to draw while I’m styding

[the-house-of-auditore-frye]

I find the lack of MK1 Kenshi fics disturbing

Me reading the same Kenshi fics over and over again even though the thirst is not quenched:

[aoioozora]

Kanzashi.

Character: Kenshi Takahashi

Content: fluff, fem reader, Kenshi doing your hair.

Though he couldn't see it, Kenshi stood in front of Sento and had his head tilted upward facing its display, knowing exactly where it was. 

He reached out and stroked the smooth black sheath of the blade, feeling his fingertips glide. Though he couldn't see, he could remember how the lovely blade looked, color and embellishments. 

He brought his hand down slightly and touched the object below it. Though a lot smaller than the blade, this thing was just as precious, considering how it was on a stand of its own. It was a kanzashi, a Japanese ornamental hairpin that belonged to his mother. It was an heirloom passed down to female members of the family. If a mother had no daughters, it would be passed down to the wife of the eldest son. It promised bountiful luck and protection to the wearer. 

The hairpin was made of pure gold, decked with forged red camellias, flowers that symbolized love, humility, and loyalty. Golden rings and tassels hung from it's tightly twined black threads, making it a stunning and highly prized work of art. Its continual bequeathing did nothing to tarnish the beauty of the hairpin, and it remained as gorgeous as ever. 

“Kenshi!” 

An unmistakable voice called in the distance, muffled slightly by walls and doors, which garnered his attention. It was you, his girlfriend of three years. Smiling, he turned to the direction of your voice.  

The sliding door opened with a soft rattle and he heard your footsteps against the soft tatami mats. 

“There you are,” you sighed, now approaching him; he could hear you smile. “I was looking all over for you.” 

“What happened?” he asked with mingled curiosity and concern, holding out his hand in search of you. 

You moved closer to him and clasped his hand. “Nothing happened,” you assured, “I just needed help with my hair.” 

You had recently broken your arm during training, and doing menial things was really difficult. Kenshi tried to help you as much as he could, but you hated to ask a blind man to assist you. The only thing you allowed him to do was to tie your hair whenever you needed it, since he found pleasure in it. 

“Of course,” he smiled. 

You stood in front, your back facing him and guided his hands to your hair. He first felt your hair by stroking it and it was smooth, just like Sento's sheath. 

He took a moment to undo the tangles in your hair by combing it with his fingers. It felt like a great massage to feel his fingertips run against your scalp, and you leaned into his touch. 

“How do you want me to do your hair?” he asked, gathering your hair in his hands and twisting it around as if to try putting it in a bun. 

“Just a ponytail.”

Kenshi would not be satisfied with just a ponytail. He believed that such a beautiful lady like you ought to wear her hair intricately decorated. But he decided to go along with your wish. 

He let your hair go and combed his fingers through the strands once again. You could feel his fingers touch your neck, and despite the many years, his touch still made you feel jittery. He gathered the stray strands of hair at the base of your neck and gently tugged the tail downwards, making your head go up slightly. He ran his rugged, calloused hand over your head, and ran his fingers against your temples to tuck any remaining hair into the tail.

He loved how silky your hair was, and enjoyed the smell of shampoo wafting from it. 

“Give me the hair tie,” he said, holding his hand out over your shoulder. 

You placed the hair tie on his palm, which he immediately clamped between his pursed lips. He swiped his hands over your head, neck, and sides once again and then tied the hair tie around the tail. 

“Thanks, sweetie,” you said gleefully. 

He could feel a little breeze on his face, and could tell that you were excitedly swishing around the ponytail to test how secure it was, like you always did. Just as you were about to leave, he stopped you. 

“Hold on a minute. I need you to close your eyes.” he suddenly said. 

“Why?” He figured you turned to face him, considering how your voice seemed louder. 

“Just trust me.”

You obeyed and closed your eyes. Since Kenshi was still in front of the prized display, he turned around and took the precious kanzashi. Holding it in both his hands, he now asked you to open your eyes. 

“This… This is the hairpin your mother gave you.” you said as soon as you had opened your eyes. He could hear the surprise in your voice. 

“I'll put it in your hair. Turn around now.” Kenshi put his hands on your shoulders and turned you around. 

“But Kenshi…” you paused but still allowed him to turn you around, and you told him about the rule of passing down the hairpin. “I'm not your wife. Why would you give it to me?” 

Kenshi was silent as he twisted your hair in a simple bun and secured it with the gorgeous hairpin. Though he couldn't see it, he knew it looked stunning on you, and enhanced your existing beauty. 

“Do you want to be my wife?” he gulped nervously, feeling his face turn hot as he busied his hand with adjusting your hair, when it clearly didn't need any. 

Without hesitation, you exclaimed, “Yes!” and said it so loudly that you nearly busted Kenshi's eardrums. 

“Hey, don't add to the list of my disabilities,” he said with a chuckle, obviously joking. He never considered his blindness a disability, but a blessing, and he was sure to say the same if he became deaf. 

You giggled. “Sorry,” you said cutely as you then took his rugged, tattooed hands and looked at the floor-length mirror on your right, “I can see myself in the mirror, and the hairpin looks really nice on me. I wish you could see it.”

“I know what you look like, so I can imagine how you look, and I know you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on.” He held your wrists and lifted your arms up to rest them on his shoulders. 

Understanding what he wanted, you moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands let your wrists go, and feeling your body up against his, his hands immediately found their place on your waist. 

“What if I become ugly and you didn't know? Would you still love me?” you asked in a whisper as your fingers trailed up his neck and combed through his short black hair. 

“No matter how you look, my dear, I'll always love you. I don't love you just because I find you beautiful…” he paused to gently rub your waist, making you sigh, “I love you because you have a pure heart, and you've been with me through thick and thin.”

He paused, feeling a sob choke his throat. It wasn't everyday he felt emotional like this, especially for a Japanese man of his caliber. It was only in front of you he could feel comfortable being emotional, and your arms were his hiding place. 

He continued, swallowing down his sobs to speak and try and speak clearly, only for it to still be slightly muddled with emotion, “I've had you when I had my eyes, and I thought you wouldn't stay when I became blind.” His voice was choked again, and you tightened your arms around him and rubbed his shoulder. 

“But you stayed. And you cared for me, helped me.” He responded to you by tightening his grip around your waist, pulling you still closer. Those were only a few words, but in them were condensed his memories of you, three years worth of your love, service, and patience toward him when he needed it the most. 

“I could not have asked for a better partner than you. I cannot imagine loving anyone that's not you.” 

You smiled at this, and snuggled your face in his neck. He paused again, and you didn't speak yet, sensing that he had more to say. His arms tightened further around you. 

“My love for you is blind,” he said with a chuckle,“and that's why I want to marry you.”

You smiled. While it wasn't everyday that he was emotional, it was also not everyday that he expressed his love for you in long winded speeches, apart from the usual and genuine “I love you”. You knew he was an awkward man who knew how to show his love through action and service, the typical Asian way. Yet you appreciated his often clumsy efforts to verbally express his affection for you, knowing that you loved to hear it, and that it would make the relationship sweeter. 

And this speech had such an effect. 

“Have I answered your question?” he asked, now feeling your hand caress his rough, stubbly jaw. 

You brushed your thumb against his lower lip so as to not give him a surprise, and in response to his question, kissed him. He eagerly kissed back, and held you tighter against him. 

His hand traveled up your back, to the nape of your neck, and to the back of your head, and he felt the cold metal of the precious kanzashi against his fingers. The threads and tassels twisted around his fingers as you two shared this special kiss. 

Thoughts and imaginations passed through his buzzing mind, thinking about what it would be like to be husband and wife, living together closer than ever, having children, growing gray together, in sickness and in health, through wealth and poverty. 

He sighed contentedly as he kissed you, knowing that down the line, it was only going to get better. Sweeter with age, just like wine.

Untarnished like the kanzashi.

End.

My other MK fanfiction:

🌸 Johnny Cage sings you to sleep

🌸 Liu Kang tries the karaoke

[nesseditz]

literally almost cried while making this edit omg 😭

♬ Music Used: Everyone Adores You (at least I do) - Matt Maltese

[nikkeezy]

[alexxness]

❤️ The Johnshi drawing I've been promising to make lmao 💋

Sorry for not posting that often again, school has been taking motivation to draw lol

Also, I kinda gave up drawing Kenshi's tattoo 😭

[junkanimate]

No because he'll be very aware about it but not sure what to do with that knowledge

[crimsonbubble]

Hi 😁 I have not been able to stop thinking about Kenshi's hands in MK1 so could I please request headcanons for Kenshi with a sub!reader who wants to suck on his fingers during sex? (I am definitely going to Hell)

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, hand kink, finger sucking, fingering *not proofread, just pure horny

[that one close-up pic of Kenshi’s tattooed hands 🛐🛐🛐] this takes place before the blinding incident-

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MINORS DNI!!

Kenshi wasn’t oblivious to your staring much to your dismay.

He could feel your eyes on him when he was handling Sento, twirling a pen and even when he was absentmindedly rubbing his thumb against your skin as his hand laid on your thigh. He simply enjoyed watching your eyes dilate and look anywhere but at him when he held your face gently, caressing your cheeks with gentle touches.

Loves nothing more than to pull your lip down with his thumb and watch it snap back into place once he lets go. Adores how glossy-eyed you get when he wipes away stray food from around your mouth just to bring that hand up to his lips and lick his fingers clean.

But what he loves most is watching your eyes roll back into your skull as his fingers press against your tongue. Your hands wrapped around his wrist as he groans at how you flick your tongue over his fingers. To put it simply, Kenshi loved watching you lose your mind over every minuscule movement his hands made.

He lives for your reactions, any contortion of your face, your eyes sparkling with tears as you beg and plead for him to touch you more. Cooing ever so softly before roughly pressing two fingers against your tongue, feeling his dick throb inside you.

[susu-enjoyer]

I need more AU where Johnny turn into Tarkatan

[cessmaga]

kenshi headcanon cuz Idk:

he is a black cat, johnny's a golden retriever (no I will not elaborate)

he knows he likes men but for how he's still questioning

Johnny would give him those toys for blind people like a Rubik cube for blind people

he can actually read minds with sento but he's good at it yet

he has plenty of siblings and cousins and he's the oldest out of them, and he's basically the second parent to them and the most responsible one is he's the oldest

he probably has no reason to keep his blindfold since his scars in his eyes are healed, but keeps it anyways

his gang would mostly have those 'the gaang keeps forgetting toph is blind' moments like they show him something and then kenshi like: 😐

johnny would learn braille cuz he doesn't want kenshi to feel left out

he actually likes to read before losing his eyes, he actually listens to audiobooks now

He doesn't really use sento at almost anything, he uses a cane when he's on civilian

he can detect energies with sento, he can also see ghosts

he will always be destined to go blind or be blind no matter what timeline he's in

[cr1mzncomedian]

if you see me reposting a bunch of jonshi stuff mind your business

[starsurface]

Hii! Can you do hcs for little Kenshi from mk1 please?

Man I adore Kenshi!! He's super cool. :3

TW: Mentions of the Yakuza, references to hitting, and references about his eyes

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Regressor Kenshi Takahashi HCs

❤️ Regressed to about 3-6

❤️ Very rarely, but sometimes he'll regress to almost babyspace

❤️ Found out about regression from Liu Kang

❤️ The God was worried because before age regression, Kenshi's coping mechanism was fighting/sparring or training until his feet gave out beneath him

❤️ Was a bit, lot, skeptical of it at first but ended up slipping very quickly with Liu Kang's help

❤️ His main CGs are probably Johnny and Liu Kang (Tomas too, avid Smokencage shipper over here)

❤️ Likes having Raiden, Kung Lao, and Syzoth baby sit him from time to time

❤️ Sento will also help too!! That's their grand baby after all!!

❤️ Sento’s actually a slightly difficult provlem because sometimes Kenshi wants to see when hes small but also has a habit of unsheathing the katana

❤️ ^ Luckily Sento's Guardians will scold him because he knows he's not suppose to play with the pretty sword

❤️ Which is so totally unfair btw, he might be small, but that doesn't mean he'll hurt himself!! >:/ (has accidently cut himself multiple times while small and came blubbering to you about it)

❤️ Well, he can't exactly cry because, uh, he has no . . . eyes

❤️ But his lip will start quivering and his face will get all red and he'll make the sounds of crying

❤️ It also kinda stings a bit, since his tear production will works, even if it's damaged, but doesn't have anywhere to go

❤️ Will sometimes freak out over his eyes and start gawing at them with his hands

❤️ You've gotta gently grab his hands and tell him that he's hurting himself and can't do that

❤️ In moments like these you just gotta hold him and rock him, letting him feel your heartbeat and hold onto something soft like his blankie

❤️ He's normally very good with the rules and doesn't like breaking them

❤️ Like, he knows if he draws on the floor or the walls, he's gonna have to clean it up and his pretty art won't stay, so why try it?

❤️ But if he does get in trouvle, he has a small habit of throwing hissy fits

❤️ Foot stomping, raised voice, throwing whatever he has in his hands at the ground (never you though, even in these moments he doesn't wanna hurt you)

❤️ These can usually be delt very quickly with an arms crossed and that look that just screams he's in trouble

❤️ I know he just yelled at you, but don't yell at him please

❤️ Stern voice is okay, but he will be fearful if you raise your voice and try to go hide away somewhere to feel safe again

❤️ Don't hit him either. There are times he might flinch when he knows your upset and then go completely silent on you

❤️ You've gotta just hold him and remind him that he isn't with the Yakuza anymore, they can't hurt him anymore

❤️ Best punishments for him are the naughty corner, but he has to be able to bring his blankie (more on that later)

❤️ He doesn't exactly baby regress but on days where all he can think about is his Yakkuza life, he feels very small and fuzzy and all he really wants is to be held, comforted, and loved

❤️ ^ These days he goes mostly nonverbal, and can get fussy if you don't immediately know what he wants

❤️ It's not your fault, nor his fault, he's just feeling a lot of negative emotions right now and doesn't know how to process them

❤️ When he does get that small, I can see him being a padded regressor out of comfort, but I dunno

❤️ Absolutely adores sippy cups (and cried one time because Johnny teased him for it, don't worry!! Johnny apologized for it and they made up)

❤️ Favorite regression item he owns is this smallish soft, fuzzy blankie he owns

❤️ He had to kinda hike his knees to his tummy if he wants to be wrapped in it, but it's still his favorite

❤️ This blankie is his best friend and he will drag it everywhere (never actually draws it though, kinda just holds it in his arms or on his lap)

❤️ His favorite part of the blanket is how soft and fuzzy it is because he can just shove his fave in it and appreciate the textures

❤️ Gets absolutely destroyed when you have to wash it

❤️ No amount of explaining will help your case, he'll either sit by the washer going ‘🥺’ until it's done, or will steal your blankie because it smells like you

❤️ Cuddles and physical affection is a must, especially is Sento isn't around

❤️ ^ Even if Sento is around, he still wants (silently demands) cuddles

❤️ Favorite little nicknames are Kenny, Honey, Little Guy, and Baby

❤️ Although if you called him any nickname, he'll be all giggly and hide in your shoulder

❤️ I can also see him as a kitty regressor

❤️ Will paw at your leg and snuggle on your lap, demanding head scratchies

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

He's my baby, I love him. 🥺