#ermac x reader

Part 1.

Ermac x reader

Warnings: none, not proofread

AN: wrote this at work lmao so it’s messy

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The fear paralyzes you instantly.

Because there’s a figure just standing there, in the distance, there’s no judging what it is, if it’s even human, but it couldn’t be.

Not with those damn eyes.

So green.

The being couldn’t be very far, but it’s far enough away that your flashlight doesn’t illuminate it at all. If you ran, would you make it back to your car?

A twig snaps behind you, and it cracks the hold the being has over your attention. Turning fast, you almost pray that it’s another person, but it isn’t.

There’s nothing there.

Slowly, ever so slowly, you turn back to face the being.

It’s not in the same spot it was in.

It’s closer.

And you can see it now.

Almost from head to toe it’s - no - he, he’s male. He’s wrapped in black bandages. Hes also clad in red and black leathers, tailored finely. His boots look heavy at his feet, lined with steel. His complexion is hauntingly grey, like he’s sick.

Or not among the living.

The skin is wrapped in bandages as well, aside from his mouth. His lips are thin, and are no doubt cracked.

But none of those details are what’s captivating you so deeply.

It’s the eyes.

They’re green, so green. Not just the iris, but the entire eye as a whole. Like two powerful stars fused into two spheres within his eyelids.

Only among the loss of your reasoning do you speak.

“Wh…..who….who are you?….” You ask, voice embarrassingly breathless and fearful. But if the being heard the tone, he made no move to show it.

You stand there, frozen under his gaze, waiting for what must have been a few minutes in silence. Nothing breaking it, no birds, bugs, animals, or even the wind.

It’s dead quiet.

“Death.”

That voice. Holy gods above, it’s haunting.

You nearly cry on the spot.

You bear the confidence to squeeze your eyes shut, counting to yourself as if this is a nightmare you can force yourself to wake from. Only that peace never comes.

When you open your eyes, he’s closer.

A rough 10 feet away.

A stray tear trickles down your face. Running rogue to the corner of your mouth, finding purchase in the chapped skin there.

Almost as if it feels like this is the last time it will ever find that comfort.

“Please don’t hurt me.” You beg.

There’s nothing you can do to stop him if he does, nothing at all. No one can hear you scream,

And sure as hell no one can hear you die.

The plea is followed by laboured breathing, the rise and fall of your chest way too noticeable.

The temperature has plummeted dramatically, you don’t know if it’s him, or your anxiety flooding every part of your body.

He tilts his head, ever so slowly, he steps forward, and you can’t bring yourself to back away, it’s almost like you’re locked in place.

Because you are.

At your feet, glowing orbs are locked around your ankles, essentially holding you to the forest ground.

You close your eyes once more, another stray tear trickles down your cheek, not finding solace in the corner of your mouth this time. You can feel him, his presence is so dominating in the little space that there is between you. A gentle touch caresses from the bottom of your jaw where the tear ends up to the bottom of your eye.

“Open your eyes.”

His palm rests on the underside of your chin, tilting it upwards to meet his gaze, but almost as soon as you open your eyes, the touch turns phantom.

And he’s gone.

Frantic, you turn around and back again, scoping out every angle that surrounds you. But he’s nowhere to be seen.

In the faint confines of your mind, you can’t bring yourself hear him.

“Do not return. We cannot promise mercy.”

You break into a sprint, running back to your car, almost tripping over a few fallen branches and rocks in the process.

As the door slams shut and the engine starts, you can’t promise yourself that you won’t return.

After all, curiosity always kills the cat.

Deception!Bodyguard!Ermac x Crown Princess!Reader

Synopsis: When the princess of Outworld is to attend a gala with a man she doesn’t love, she becomes all too aware of the bodyguard who seems to care far too much about who she’s with that night.

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Extremely OOC Ermac but idc bc this is a fun au where Ermac’s been around a little longer than he canonically ever has, Mdni-Smut, PiV, Unprotected PiV, Arranged relationship with Rain (temporary), Slight angst if you squint, Tension, Loss of Virginity (F), Faint love confession, Rain x Skarlet mention, Sindel and Shao are adoptive parents and are also dead, Dom!Ermac, Yearning kinda, Not proofread, Ermac’s pull out game weak asf honestly.

Playlist: Glorybox - Portishead. | Earned It - The Weeknd. | Hotel - Montell Fish. | Shameless - Camila Cabello. | Gang Baby - NLE Choppa. | Into You - Ariana Grande. | Been Like This - Doja Cat. | Runway Walk - Demrick. | Southbound - ARTEMAS. | Meddle About - Chase Atlantic.

Authors notes: I LOVE HIM! Going all out for this fic I spent my final 15 minutes awake on for the past week LMFAO

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You must have been here for hours, there’s no telling how long he’d been staring your way, spiritually ripping your date in half. He’d been staring him down since the moment you both arrived and your date (not picked by you, but by parliaments law) linked his arm through yours and headed towards the palace entrance.

Everyone was here, Liu Kang, Raiden, Jade, Kitana, Baraka, Syzoth……..a certain 10,000 soul being who is watching you like a hawk right now.

It’s becoming too much all at once.

Ignoring the bodyguard staring into your soul, you try to make the most of your night with your date, Rain.

A practical choice it was of your father to make before his passing, he’s regal, royal, has a title, and came from the perfect Edenian lineage.

Only issue was that he wasn’t the construct a mere 100 ft away.

Your coronation to become queen - officially - is in 9 months, and there’s only one two problems:

1. Ermac isn’t royal. He is a guard. He is someone you cannot marry.

2. You aren’t ready for this, and you may never be.

“They all love you, don’t they?” Rain whispers, lightly loosening his hold with you, he believes you don’t notice, but you do. There’s a double meaning to his words that you don’t bring to light. A light sigh leaves you, his eyes don’t meet yours though when you go to answer.

It’s somewhere else, it’s to someone else.

You follow his gaze to a woman in a beautiful red dress.

Her crimson hair flowed to her shoulders and her bangs, streaked black through the bloody waves, were swiped to the side in a neat toss.

She was stunning.

You’d recognized her from the many meetings with your father (lords above you don’t miss those now that he’s dead.), and you believe her name to be…….Skarlet.

They’d make a lovely couple, if you were allowed to let him go. Your heart picks up as you simply lower your head down, shrinking into yourself. You can feel the burning gaze of someone from behind you, turning slightly, you see two beautiful emerald eyes staring back at you. His gaze fierce, as if he’s ready to sweep you off your feet and run off, not giving a damn about what the crown demands.

Ermac.

You’ll be his queen, and if you let him, he’ll be your king.

You can’t help the intake of breath that came with the stare, he’s looking straight through you, as if he can read every thought and desire in your head.

Trying to ignore him, your mind wanders elsewhere.

“It isn’t polite to gaze at other women when you’re with another.” You say, teasingly at Rain’s dedicating stare.

The prince tears his gaze away from her, turning it back to you and tightening his hold on you. He shakes his head with a chuckle.

“I’m not gazing at other women.” He says, flatly. He tries to refocus his attention but fails.

He knows you aren’t fooled by the humorous look you’re giving him.

“Well, it isn’t polite to gaze at other men when you’re with another.” Rain smiles, nudging you slightly.

Your breath gets caught in your throat as you realize you’ve been called out.

“I-……I wasn’t-“

“It’s okay, your highness, I know what this is.” You…..what? He gives an understanding nod to the bodyguard standing like a statue a few yards away from him, the one fantasizing about all the ways he can kill him.

You stop in your tracks, turning to him as you let go of his arm.

“Excuse me?”

“You mistake my observation for disrespect, your highness. What I mean is……we didn’t choose this, you and I, your father did. I know what it is you want, and I am sorry I cannot give it to you. You are not the only one affected by this so greatly.” Rain says, quietly, only you can hear. His sight is chained to Skarlet again, only to see now that she is staring back at him with equally as much passion. A forlorn expression even you cannot handle intruding on.

“Do you love her?” You can’t help but feel saddened, you have no interest in Rain, but that doesn’t mean his disregard didn’t sting.

He didn’t answer, not at first.

He looked……sad? Far away? Lost?

“……..yes. Yes I do, your highness.”

It was like an Earthrealm gunshot cutting through the moment. The silence, even surrounded by all of Outworld in this small festival, was deafening.

The breath you’ve been holding in made its presence know finally, surrounding you both in a solemn understanding.

“But the true question is, would you rather be with me, or the man currently about to test run every way to kill me from afar behind you?”

You also didn’t answer at first, you never had anyone notice before. It’s always been a secret, and you’ve always been so good at hiding it that you never bothered to think twice about it. The admission was a first, one you never even dared to admit to Ermac himself.

“…………him. It’s always been him.”

A smile spreads across Rain’s features.

“Then go to him.”

Again, you don’t know what to say, “I…….what?” You ask.

“I said, go to him.” He repeats, leaning down, he gives you one final smile and a kiss on the cheek before he turns and disappears into the crowd.

You just stood there, not really moving, you can leave with the man you want and yet you’re just standing there.

It appears someone else noticed it to, because-

“Are you ready to leave, your highness?” Many voices cut through the silence, his voice wrapping around you in the most comforting of ways. A shaky breath leaves you before you turn around to face him.

‘Are you ready to leave with us, your highness?’

The true meaning behind his words is not lost on you at all, it is very much present in your mind, and those unspoken words are the ones you respond to.

“Yes, Ermac, I am ready to go home.”

‘Yes, Ermac, I am ready to go home to you.’

He steps to the side, giving room for you to be ahead of him. As you fall into step, he isn’t far behind you.

The entire walk back to the palace is full of tension and unspoken vows, his gaze burning hot behind you, you’re certain it’s melting you.

Or hexing you.

The palace entrance opens with the help of the guards, who greeted you both with a polite ‘hello’ and ‘goodnight’.

Depending how the night plays out, it may not be good.

The halls seem so endless, you’ve lived here your entire life, and yet it seems like the walls and corridors to your room never come to an end. Nevertheless, the familiar golden door comes into view.

As your hand rests on the knob, ready to turn it, the words just fly out of your mouth.

“I guess this is where we part ways.” You say, remembering the dominating presence behind you.

No response comes for at least a minute.

“Is it?”

It rolls off his tongue so effortlessly, it wasn’t a question, it was an invitation. One that’s granted once in a million lifetimes. Yet, would you take it?

“I…..” You begin as you turn to face him, face already flushing red at the proposal. Your eyes meet his and-

Oh gods.

You can’t tear your eyes away, Ermac’s so close, couldn’t be more than a foot away. Even though his hands remain behind his back, his presence alone is caging you in between him and your bedroom door.

“Is this where we part ways?” He begins, lifting his hand to your face, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. The action alone shattering the wall you tried to build between you and him.

“Because we don’t think it is. We don’t think it’s what you want.”

He steps closer, if that’s even possible, and leans down to your ear. Making you all too aware of how much taller he is in comparison to you.

“And it isn’t what we want either.”

Ermac pulls back ever so slightly, his breath fanning out over your face, mouth hovering over yours.

He’s waiting for you to turn him down.

But you never do.

“Tell us to leave, and we’ll never speak of this again.”

He’s giving you a way out.

But you don’t take it.

He continues to hover over your mouth for a few more beats, your father isn’t here, your mother isn’t here, your sister isn’t here, there is no one to stop either you or him.

With a final moment to process, you throw out a breathless “please”, before gripping his tunic and pulling him forward.

When he collides with you, his lips are so much softer than you could have ever imagined in your wildest dreams.

He wraps a possessive arm around your waist, leaning down to do so, he lifts you in equal effortlessness to opening your bedroom door.

Level with Ermac at his full height, you run your hands up his chest and down his arm. You open your mouth to grant him the access he craves for, he takes it almost in a greedy fashion. Allowing himself to become familiar with the inside of your mouth and how you taste.

He steps inside, kicking the door closed with his foot, charging over hurriedly to where your bed impressively exists against the center of the wall.

All while still holding you up to his height, kissing you madly, with one arm.

Good gods above.

He presses you into the mattress, his entire weight keeping you there, you almost don’t know what to do with yourself except lay there while he absolutely ravages your throat and mouth.

But then he pulls back from you, allowing that brief moment for you to come up for air. An ever so thin string of saliva connected between the two of you, Ermac took a moment to admire it before he broke it with a kiss to your cheek.

“Tell us to stop, and your wish is granted.” He breathed. Staring into your soul with those damn eyes. Those gods damned eyes.

They’re suffocating.

You do hesitate, taking a moment to understand exactly what you’re giving to him. He’d be your first. Not a prince, or lord, or king, or even a noble man.

Your bodyguard.

You shake your head, “stop, and I’ll never forgive you.”

He gives a chuckle before sitting up on his knees, effectively straddling your waist, and he looks you dead in the eyes as he undoes all of the intricate ties that make up his top.

It’s enough to make you squirm under his weight.

When he strips himself of his top, he very quickly goes for a fabric of your dress, lifting your upper body with little to no hassle, and unzips it. But eventually grows impatient and settles for simply ripping the fabric off you.

When you make a gasp of protest, he soothes your worry by kissing you again.

“We will buy you a new one, an even nicer one, your mother’s decree pays us handsomely.”

*Adoptive* mother. Gods you need to remind him not to claim that vile woman as your mother in any single breath.

Your breath hitches, your back arching as Ermac drags the material down your legs and discards the shredded garment to the floor.

All that was left was his pants, and your bra and underwear.

When he made no move to go forwards, you couldn’t help but squirm in place again, begging him to take off what was left of your clothes.

“You aren’t wearing any.” He says, uneven in level and struggling to catch his breath after the sight winded him.

You reach up to his trousers, pulling at the belt on them as a silent beg for him to take them off.

He readjusts himself to sit between your thighs, pushing you further against the pillows. It feels as though he’s everywhere, he’s caressing your body, kissing it, and his hands are everywhere.

As the teasing grows to be too much against you bare skin-

You feel it.

Pressed right against you, you can feel it.

And it’s hard.

A stray moan escapes your mouth as his face is buried in your neck, Ermac reaches down and begins undoing and pulling his pants off.

Soon later, you feel something prodding at your entrance, silently begging.

“Last chance to tell us no, your highness.” He says, whispering in your ear and running a hand down your side.

You can’t bring yourself to think of a scenario in which you turn him away. Not now, not after how long you’ve waited for this.

“Please, keep going.” You beg. If you have to wait any longer you’re confident you’ll cry.

He lets out a shaky sigh of relief. Positioning himself at your center, he pushes in slowly, savouring every second and inch of you.

Holy gods above.

The pain is searing, like something you haven’t ever felt before, so foreign yet so welcome at the exact same time.

It feels like he never ends. There’s just more to him as he keeps pushing in. Yet, almost as if the gods had plans for mercy for you today, he bottoms out. Fully seated, he watches you expectantly, waiting for you to tell him it’s too much.

He allows you the time to adjust to him.

After what feels like an eternity, a slight moan escapes your mouth, and Ermac takes it as approval. Testing the waters, he pulls out, and pushes back in. An even louder moan leaves your mouth.

“Please, please, gods-“

“They aren’t here right now, but we are.”

His retort gets caught in your throat when he captures your mouth in a searing kiss, he picks up his thrusts, threading the line between animalistic and a feral yearn.

You wrap your arms around his neck, yet struggling to wrap your legs around his muscled torso. He grabs your legs and folds them to your chest, the backs of your knees resting on the apex of his shoulders and arms.

His hands come up and tangle in your hair, the new angle giving him full access to a spot inside you that’s never even been acknowledged before.

Maybe because there was no one else before Ermac.

As he keeps going, slowly getting faster, your hands also tangle in his short hair. You give it a tug, rewarding you with a low groan from the being on top of you.

“You’re gonna kill me, Ermac.” You moan, breaking the kiss, his low chuckle fizzling in between the mixed concoction of breaths and moans.

“We’d surely hope not, your highness, we’d like to love you much longer than this.” His voice has changed a bit, deeper, more……unchained.

‘Love you’.

He said he wants to love you longer.

You give him a small kiss before he releases your legs off his shoulders and sits back up on his calves, bringing you with him on his lap. Still all too aware of how you’re impaled on him, how badly you’re drunk on him.

You steadily rock back and forth on his lap, grinding on his length. His hands find purchase on your neck, forcing it back in such a smooth movement.

With your neck bared, he bites it.

He bites your neck. Hard.

Blood draws from the wound. He releases your neck, licking the blood from the wound. He shifts over and presses a heavy kiss to the hollow of your throat.

Just as Ermac begins thrusting up into you again, you feel a tightening in your abdomen.

There’s a cord like feeling wounding tighter and tighter there. Your hands press against his back, pulling Ermac closer into your embrace.

“I- I think I’m gonna-“ you’re cut off by his lips crashing into yours, already prodding his tongue on your lips.

He moves the both of you into a new position, so he’s laying on his side and so are you. Hooking one arm under your leg, he holds it to your side, completely baring you to him.

He holds the punishing pace from before, and as he continues his assault, the cord like feeling snaps.

You cry out his name like it’s the last thing you’ll ever say, like this is the last thing you’ll ever do.

His other hand roaming your body finds better purpose as it shoots up to cover your mouth.

“Shhhhhh, we know, we know.” He rasps. The groan he lets out after almost makes you finish again, but you don’t.

As he nears his end, he rolls you over onto your back, lifting your other leg up to your chest, this is the position he pretzeled you into when this all started.

Your legs once again find home on his shoulders, and his hands tangle in your hair. You have no idea what to do with yours.

He bites down on your neck again, sucking on it and keeping you in place.

Just when you feel like he may finish at any second, the cord winds tight in your abdomen again.

“Again, please, let me do it again.” You pant, placing your hands on his back and the back of his head. Your nails rake down his back, no doubt deep scratches lay there now.

Ermac nods into your neck. Mumbling out an “Always” to himself.

The cord snaps again.

But so does Ermac’s.

He presses himself so hard against you, it feels like he’s trying to merge his body with yours and become one with you.

He floods you, and it isn’t stopping, at least not anytime soon.

A strangled breath leaves you at the feeling, you’ve never been so full in your entire life. He lays himself against you, just laying there, panting heavily.

It’s a few minutes before his spend stops and he can speak to you.

He levels his face up to yours, laying your legs down and slowly sliding out of you with a low his from both of you in protest.

“Good for you, your highness?” He asks.

“Yes. I-……I’ve never done that with anyone before. Didn’t think I ever would until mother marries me off to some brute.” You said, the ghost of a smile of your face.

Ermac genuinely laughs, stroking your cheek lightly.

“We will be sure to tell Rain you said that the next time we cross his path.” Ermac smiles, your face of shock appearing as you slap his bicep.

“Do not! That’s so rude! He was a rather nice man.” You defend, rolling your eyes.

He isn’t buying it for a second, his skepticism very evident as he draws patterns into your skin with his ring finger.

“So nice, in fact, that he pushed you into our arms and you didn’t protest for even a moment.” He relayed the events with his eyes closed, head slightly tilted back.

“Oh, you’re foul, if I’d known you’d be this bothersome I would’ve stayed at the gala.” You huff, faking exasperation and crossing your arms. Ermac wraps his arms around your waist and rolls over, pulling you with him onto his chest.

“You wouldn’t have. Not for very long.” He stated.

“You’re so hardheaded.”

“Only for you.”

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Request: "I saw you wrote for Daegon, he’s such a niche character that no one writes for, which gives me hope for another. Deception!Ermac HEAR ME OUTTTTTT PLEASEEEEEEE. Bodyguard x Princess drives me freaking insane w him" ((I JUST noticed that i never answered the request with the fanfic included!! so sorry! jsjja. so i leave the request here))

Summary: Princess of Edenia and fighting to end Shao kahn's invasions, you used to had a loyal bodyguard who went against his own creator just for you, too bad he will had to ask for more help to have you back safe on his arms.

A/N: When i was little i used to play just the first three games and then now the lasts ones more, so i had to refresh my mind with these one. I don't remember playing deception, so i needed to check a lot to get it the best i can, give these bundle of souls a good squeeze of love, they want to be good. hope this is good btw, couldn't think much at first ;;;

Warning: Shao kahn name being one warning, but more than that no

Ermac x Reader

{Inspired by @hitchyboi surprise pregnancy fic of Ermac}

Summary: You both firmly believed that having a family of your own was impossible, until a surprise occurred.

Warnings: fluff, doubt, shock, pregnancy, sexual mentions (nothing explicit). Not proofread.

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You’re pregnant.

You thought it impossible, there should be no way that you’re pregnant. Ermac said it himself, “Our DNA is too complex. Our sperm cannot function the same as that of an average healthy male.” Or some other fancy phrasing he used.

So you both thought it safe to be unprotected, not giving it a second thought. You weren’t exactly trying to have a baby, hell you didn’t even know if Ermac wanted kids with you, let alone in general.

Which scared you.

By the gods, what will your father think??? When Shao Kahn adopted you from the ruins of Edenia, he had very strict rules for you to follow:

1. Obey his orders, loyalty is a priority.

2. Do not speak with the Earthrealmers.

3. No men. None. Not unless he clears it.

And gods, what did you do? Sneak around with your bodyguard, fall in love, and end up in this mess.

How horrified you were.

Which is also why you’ve sought out council with Kitana.

She was finally free for the day after your father released her of her duties. Taking advantage of it, you stopped her in the hall and asked for a private conversation.

“You’re WHAT??????”

“Kitana please! I don’t know what to do and I’m scared! What if he doesn’t want the baby? What if he gets angry? Or worse, what if he leaves me?” You asked. Tucking loose hair behind your ear, you stared down at your lap, twiddling your thumbs.

She placed a hand on your shoulder, sighing, she pondered the right thing to say.

“He won’t. Trust me. I see the way he looks at you.”

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A week later, you’d made up your mind when to tell Ermac about the baby. That night when he came home from working a graveyard shift for the Kahn, you lay on the couch, awaiting his entrance into the room as the crackle and orange hue of the fireplace warmed your nerves.

A soft click roused you from your slumber, a sharp twinge of anxiety and……fear? Ran through you, your heart dropping to your knees.

His steps grew louder as he grew closer, you rehearsed the lines in your head over and over, praying they would work.

But when the time came, everything crumbled, one look at him when he sat next to you and the dam broke.

The tears had free fallen.

He immediately sprung into action, cradling your face in his palms and searching your face for anything.

“Shhhh, shhhhh, what’s wrong? Is this the sickness? Did your father do something? What happened?” He asked, but he was met with only a shake of your head.

He was aware of your illness in the mornings, but he hadn’t thought twice about it considering his prior thoughts about getting you pregnant.

“No……no…..it’s just that- gods how do I say this?” You began, sitting up and standing from the couch, you walked a few feet away, standing by the fire.

“You can tell us anything, anything at all. Please, please talk to us.” He begged, following suit to you and wrapping his arms around you. Relaxing in his hold, you turn in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning your forehead against his.

“Ermac I…….” You began, now is the time. It’s now or never, he’ll find out eventually, Kitana told you herself that if you didn’t say anything, she will. Gods know that she would act of her promise. And it’s best if she just stayed out of it all together. But where else can a girl get advice if not from her older sister?

Ermac looked at you expectantly, reaching one hand up to your face to hold it as you searched for your confidence.

Suddenly, you let go.

“Ermac…….I’m pregnant.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. He just stood there and stared at you. His arms dropped to his sides, not to let you go, he was in shock.

He couldn’t believe it.

He stepped back and allowed himself to fall seated into the couch. Leaned forward, his elbows rested on his knees.

It must have been an eternity before he spoke. “H-……how? Is this a joke? Is it ours?” He asks.

The frantic nodding of your head was all he was met with. The shock is very understandable, this was basically impossible. The fact that something took, and a third being, half you and half him, would be running around the house in the next year. It honestly scared you, you’d always wanted to be a mother, and you were very ready to give that up to be with the being you loved. Now, with the positive test coming out of your pocket and laying it gently in his palm, it felt all too real.

“We…….are going to be parents, dear.” You whispered. Your hands firmly pressed at your side in waiting for him response, he was still very unresponsive. A few steps closer, and you could actually hear him breathing. He never does, he doesn’t have to, but he is.

It’s very subtle, a few more step towards him, you adjusted yourself to sit in his lap, he leaned backwards to accommodate you. He tilted his head up, meeting his eyes with yours. “Please, please tell us you’re actually pregnant. That this test-“ He opened his palm to get a good look at the two, very obvious lines. “-Is real.” He finished.

Tears slowly flooded your eyes, running down your face and your neck. You nodded your head again, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning into him.

“Yes, the baby is yours, yes, I am truly pregnant, and yes, the test is telling the truth.” You said, a slight shake to your words as they fell out. He pulled you tighter against him, almost as if he was afraid that if he let you go for one minute, you’d fade away. Finally he had something to make him feel human, to make him truly feel like he was worthy of something, but all of this was too good to be true. Perhaps it was something his mind made up out of consequence to punish him for being who he is.

A gorgeous, loving woman like you, he wanted to marry you. To be your husband, and you, his wife. He wanted all of you even if it killed him. It did. Knowing that he couldn’t truly have you because of the lack of a child that was fully both of you. But this, whatever god is playing a sick trick on him, was getting to him. He was already planning names, the baby’s room, how he’d spoil his baby. He hoped for a baby girl.

“A baby, our baby.”

“Yes, dear, our baby.”

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A/n: FATHER!ERMAC I CRAVE!!!!!!!

After being married to Ermac for a few months, the reader and Ermac thought they couldn’t have a baby bc of the way his body worked. But suddenly the reader begins having morning sickness and finds out that she’s pregnant🥹and she breaks the news to him. (You decide how he reacts)

Ignore if you aren’t taking reqs or don’t want to write it🤸‼️💋

MK Headkanons I Ermac I Suprise Pregnancy!

(AN: I do very much apologize. I have not opened my Tumblr in AGES- I have been busy with a lot of stuff and writing completely slipped my mind. It's a hobby so it comes and goes)

The topic of a family had been discussed before, it was part of the discussion when the topic of marriage came up. With how much Ermac is in a state of knowing yet not knowing things, he wanted to have a clear discussion and plan with you

Ultimately it was assumed having a child wouldn't be possible, Ermac's a construct made of souls, made to be a weapon above all else and his bodily functions always ran rather... slow

Ermac x reader

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Warnings: Alcohol consumption, being drunk, kissing, suggestive themes, teasing, yearning, Ermac being ooc but also not at the same time, apologies if I missed anything.

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“He holds me in his big arms, drunk and I am seeing stars, this is all I think of.”

Days would go by, but more often than not, you were tangled up in his arms. Ermac would always hold you like you were the last being alive, the only one to quiet the chaos in his mind. You were, but he’d never stress you like that. He loves you too much. Running his hands over your face and back, there was nothing part of you left neglected.

The alcohol swooning every thought and sentence together, Ermac still knows what you were talking about when your mouth opened and closed, he’d still been so enamoured with how beautiful you are. You are everything to him. His own words slurring together from the haze, he would tell you how much he loves you. He’d die for you.

“We’re watching all our friends fall, in and out of old Paul’s, this is my idea of fun.”

The war still raged on, in this moment, Ermac knows it would be most unwise to still let you distract him from work. Yet here he is, drunk, tangled in your sheets as you drunkenly confess your love to one another. “You own my soul, E.” “You can have our heart without hesitation.”

Life never flowed more free than it ever had without you. You speed up his life. As Johnny Cage says: “Time flies when you’re having fun.” Ermac can almost see his smug grin as Johnny says it, ‘I told you so’ written all over his face. He’d been one of the first to pinpoint that you two had a thing for each other. Refusing to call you out in public on it, thank the gods, he poked fun when you were alone.

“Playing video games.”

He wasn’t one to play games, but the continuous pull back and connection between your lips was exhausting. Ermac would connect the kiss swiftly, letting it linger for a minute, then pulling away, leaving you clawing at his robes because he refused to indulge you the way you pleased. Was a kiss so much to ask for?

But when you do it back, oh lord. You don’t get very far before he has his hands on your head and refused to let you pull away as he had. Only he can toy with you like that and not suffer from any consequences. Only he can kiss you senseless and come back to you later when he wished. Oh my, how he worships you.

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Bodyguard!Ermac x Princess!Reader

Summary: Do you understand? Do you understand that he would do anything for you?

Warnings: Explicit content, smut, yearning, ooc Ermac? Maybe?, hair pulling

Author notes: Is this inspired by Rhys Larson and Bridget Von Ascheberg from Twisted Games? Yes. Yes it is.

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Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. Breathe.

“We would do anything for you, do you know that?” He said.

He went faster, matching the fast rhythm of your heart, his chest so flush with your back you could almost fucking taste him.

“Ermac-“ Cutting yourself off with a sharp inhale, then another exhale. “I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last-“

“You will last until we say you can release, do you understand?” He declared. Wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck. Your mind so far gone beyond drunk that you didn’t even remember the details that led to this point.

The longing stares in the halls, lingering touches during honorific ceremonies, the honey that soaked his words when he called your name through the haze.

He didn’t even take his clothes off all the way, just opened his coat enough to be flush skin-to-skin with you and pulled his leather pants down enough to give you what you both want.

When you gave no answer to his question, he let out a very subtle growl, grabbing your hair, he yanked your head back to look him in the eyes.

Oh, those eyes…..

The deep emerald that sucked you in and never let go, that spat out your bones when you got to close to salvation.

“Do. You. Understand.” His tone hurt so bad but it felt so good at the same time. There was nothing quite like hearing that tone come out of his mouth.

“Yes-“

“Good. Very good girl.”

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Mk9!Ermac x reader

Warnings: sexual insinuations, tension, yearning, two lovers basically wanting to be in each others souls.

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Based off of “Les” by Childish Gambino.

Also based off of “Do I Wanna Know?” by The Arctic Monkeys.

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Even when Ermac’s away, he’ll always come crawling back to you. At the lastest hours of the night, or the early kiss of morning. If you want him, he’ll die before he disappoints.

Being able to hear the careless whisper of every soul fills your body with a warmth only he can provide, satisfy a spot only he can touch.

“Are you ready to cry?” He’d ask.

Yes. It is always a delicious yes.

The pain of seeing him leave after he’s done visiting will always relieve the tension in the air in the most masochistic way.

The tears that leak from your eyes are pure, undying, liquid love, love he lives to drink it in from your body. No matter if it’s sweat, blood, tears, or the very spit that comes through your teeth when you clench your jaw. He wants it.

Knowing he will return makes that burning feeling return, but it doesn’t return fast enough. Or hard enough.

There’s a deeper way that you need Ermac, on a physical level, mental level, spiritual level.

And Ermac wants you just as badly.

He wants to drink in everything, from the mere sight of you when you’re just standing about off to the side in the Kahn’s court, to the sight of you on the bedroom floor.

He craves it.

You can see him in your dreams. You’ve dreamt about him nearly every night this week. Alone.

But the temptation runs too deep to be kept a secret from the public, but it’s so hard when you can’t keep the secret to save your lives. It would be freakish, for people to know he was crawling his way in your bed and sneaking back out when he was done with you.

Most nights is just being tangled in each other’s grasps, your face buried in his neck to smell his cologne, that dark, musky smell.

He smells like sharp vodka and pine.

You hope nobody catches you both, but he kinda hopes they catch you.

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