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Vinyl cover concept following the events of the OG Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I imagine the sound would start southernly gothic then transition to more industrial as the songs progress.
{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 baby, 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 go 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.
Heyoo idk if I sent this request or not, but I thought this was tooth rottingly sweet. It’s mildly sexually suggestive but nothing explicit:
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
You both had come to agree adoption would be a good route to look into when they got in a comfortable spot
The topic never really came up again after that
The wedding came. A day that brought tears to the constructs eyes seeing his love walking down the isle. Choosing them. Loving them.
Days continued on, falling back into the same comfortable routine together but with the added pride of being MARRIED you
A few months in is when Ermac woke up to an empty bed, sheets cold as himself without his partner and the sound of retching coming from their bathroom
Ermac was by your side in a moment, various medications, bottles of ginger ale and warm compress levitating around the bathroom as he tried to help you feel better. A stomach bug? The flu? Ermac's mind raced with every possible sickness that involved puking except pregnancy
You however were a ball of nerves when the realization struck- You missed your period
There was no way. It was impossible but there was no other reason that could explain the pregnancy test that stared back at you later that night. Positive.
Ermac could tell something was wrong, you had been locked in the bathroom for an unusual amount of time. He was standing (floating) next to the door with another bottle of ginger ale thinking you were feeling ill again. He was not prepared to see the test that was shakily pressed into his hands when you finally emerged
Ermac didn't immediately react. For a while. The construct seemed to have shut down, feet falling to the floor staring at the test with wide eyes. The ever present whispers that lingered around him growing frantic and louder, it felt like every soul inside of him had suddenly started talking at once
"Is this... real? Ours?
You barely finished nodding your head when his arms circled around you, cradling you close to his chest like the most precious thing in the world and to him that was true. He had a family. A purpose.
I've been at work all day and BOY DO I HAVE THEORIES ON THE NEW GHOST SONG COMING OUT! I need to get everything out of my system in dissecting this 20 second trailer let's go!
First up! What does Lachryma mean?
Lachryma most likely is a derivative of Lachrymal from Latin which typically translates to tears. The most notable use of this word comes from a 19th-century painting by British artist Lord Fredrick Leighton. (Thank you art history) Donning a similar derivative of lachrymal the painting depicts a woman slump against a column with emblems of mourning around her.
Tobias has stated in an interview that Skeleta was going to focus more inward on emotions and what we feel that makes us human. Satanize being about a deep seated love that could be mistaken for possession. Because of this word's connection with tears the song most likely will be about sadness or even mourning with an emphasis on the act of crying itself.
Next! What does the trailer show us?
The trailer starts with an image of a gated fence with Ivy slowly opening up with a narrator speaking "In the middle of the night, it feeds." Based off of the fence's design it could be a cemetery that is opening up.
Next we are shown an individual laying in bed, a very fantastical room design with a blood mood shown through the window, as the narrator continues, "In the middle of the night, it eats you." The narrator's words about this "thing" feeding and eating in the night paired with the blood moon, and cemetery seems like this "thing" it's describing is a vampire. We also know Tobias has a love for old horror icons and has referenced Dracula and Nosferatu many times in the past.
In legends Ghouls are also known to have similar qualities as vampire's depending on where they're from so that would be a fun twist if the narrator was talking about the ghouls.
Afterwards we're shown a close up on the child's face, clearly scared and nearing tears before being followed by the blood red image of Perpetua's mask as the narrator finishes with, "Everybody knows everywhere you go, you can never run and you can not hide." The child crying once again is a call back to lachrymal meaning tears, and it appears that Perpetua's face is lit by the blood moon's glow.
Watching the trailer on Instagram also has slogan along the bottom referencing making your bed, and crying in it. A twist on the common saying of "You've made your bed, now lie in it." Typically said when someone is confronted with unpleasant results of something they have done.
The classic horror movie-esk trailer paired with the multiple references to beds and sleeping in some way also could pay homage to Nightmare on Elm street especially paired with the Freddy Kruger inspired outfit and photos Perpetua sported during the Rollingstones magazine shoot.
So... What does it all mean?
Lachryma most likely will be a song about deep sadness akin to grief or mourning. Perhaps over something done from their own actions? The consequences of those actions? A lot of vampiric symbolisms that could represent being hunted by these emotions, unable to truly hide from them. Freddy Kruger being used as a subtle story note also could work with this narration of constantly being a lingering presence, no way to completely hide from him.
This song most likely will also be the final first look at Papa V Perpetua in action! Satanized was a great way to reveal the new Papa, now we'll be able to see him moving around and more of the ghouls as well ^^
Did I get too carried away and excited over a trailer? Yes! Probably! Most Likely! Did I have all day to think about everything? Also yes? I most likely got many things wrong but that's the fun of theory making! I enjoyed piecing things together even if they only make sense in my own mind :P Hopefully this makes sense in some way though....
Hi! This might be a bit different from what you usually wrotr but could you write headcanons for MK11 Hanzo and Kuai Liang as girl dads? 🥺
MK11 Headkanons I Hanzo Hasashi/ Scorpion, Kuai Liang/Sub-Zero I Girl Dads
Hanzo Hasashi/Scorpion
Father of two little girls, named Harumi Hasashi and Aiko Hasashi
Named after his previous wife and son to keep their memories alive and thrive
His little girls are his pride and joy, they are his literal world. Hanzo values his family above everything else.
Tea parties. Tea parties. Tea parties. He is getting roped into having tea parties with his daughters an he honestly loves it. If sitting at a too small table while they serve him inedible glitter brings a smile to their faces it's worth the discomfort.
Hanzo also enjoys using those moments to teach the girls' proper tea etiquette. Showing them how to brew different kinds of tea for the different occasions and how to serve it.
Has gifted his girls individual tea pets. Aiko was given a monkey for it's representation of curiosity, wit and intelligence. Harumi was given a rabbit for it's representation of kindness and grace.
Hanzo's fiery temper had mellowed out having girls. Being on a hair trigger of rage while raising two young girls is not a good way to parent at all, especially when they have their own quick wits of their own. It helped the man to get a better sense of patience.
There was one incident where he had snapped at Aiko, anger blazing and curses falling like a river till the young girl was sobbing and it wrecked him. The sight of tears on his daughter's face because of his own actions was the most monstrous the man had ever felt. He vowed to never do something like that again and has kept on that vow ever since.
Kuai Liang
Kuai has one little girl named Xue Liang, a subtle nod towards the brother he had once admired and lost to darkness
Dotes on his daughter and treats her like a princess
She does hold high priority within the clan as Sub-Zero's daughter yet Kuai prioritizes teaching her humility and compassion. He'll spoil her but doesn't want her spoiled rotten per say
Absolutely makes instant popsicles in the summer for her whenever asked. Doesn't even need to be asked. She just hands him a stick and some juice, instant popsicle.
Xue follows her dad around like a shadow when he's doing Grandmaster duties around the clan. Kuai loves having her presence as a reminder of why he made all the changes within the Lin Kuei to begin with. To provide a better environment and just clan that protects, not destroys.
Due to Xue being Kuai's only child they have frequent play dates with Hanzo's girls, Harumi and Aiko. The three girls are LOCKED together
Harumi and Aiko's more exuberant personalities helps to pull Xue out of her shell, giving her a close connection with the girls where she can feel open and excitable.
Hanzo's girls are always in awe of the icy wilderness surrounding the Lin Kuei's clan meanwhile Xue adores being able to visit the fire gardens located with the Shirai Ryu.
summary | An odd inkling to watch ties you to a raven-haired man in a beat up old car.
pairing | martin (in the modern world) x reader
tags | 18+, MINORS DNI! all p*rn no plot, slight bloodplay, martin's greasy and kind of a creep, mentions of violence and groping, slight exhibitionism, oral (f), unprotected sex, rimming, anal fingering, squirting
wordcount | 2.7k
likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!
It was starting to get dark now. You’re not too sure how long you’d been standing there, but the numbing ache in your heels told you you’ve spent the better part of the day there. You haven’t moved an inch since you found the car and the raven-haired figure inside it.
You didn’t even know where you were exactly. Though you figured you must’ve walked a good distance from the rackety RV belonging to the nameless older man you followed home from the bar last night. That evening was pretty uneventful, as benumbed as your cold toes in your black platforms. Your stomach was grumbling loudly, the bag of chips you’d stolen from the guy’s pantry clearly insufficient for your gut to get you by, but still, you couldn’t move. Four guys had gone in and out of the silver car. A group of kids on bikes had pulled out their phones with their flashes on to record the messed up jumble inside the vehicle. A concerned citizen had stopped and stared, dog in tow and milk jug in hand. Though just like you, they only watched.
He’d met your eye occasionally, often when his opponent had his face pressed up against the glass. Somewhere in between the guy who had cut the bridge of his nose and the other who kept pulling his hair, he smiled at you. You smiled right back.
With the moon properly floating in the breezy dim of the night sky, a group of loud girls with their flashy jewelry had found the show. They all talked on top of each other, crouching down to get onto his eye level. He seemed to preen under their attention, breezily propping his chin onto his hand, as though he wasn’t pinning the guy’s ankle with the other.
But soon, they had lost interest too, and once more, the fighters had an audience of one.
By the sixth one, he had passed out. Choked by the seatbelt. The other guy was much bigger in him, looking more athletic in his tight shirt and shorts, but your stranger put up a good fight. You watched as his opponent left him lying there, and you waited. It must have been ten minutes, or an hour, but you waited. Soon, you spotted the shaking of his unkept black tresses, signalling his return to consciousness. It was all too normal for him it seemed, with the way he casually put his shoes back on, then his jacket, and he was out of the car.
Any semblance of a reaction from you came in a small jolt at the slam of the car door. The bloodied showman made his way towards your still-standing figure, shaking his head to mess his sweaty mane. He was limping a bit; probably from the little maneuver he did into the back seat with the third guy.
He didn’t say anything to you. You don’t say anything back. Merely two pairs of eyes staring at each other— quizzical, drained.
He tilted his head off to the side, somewhere in a vague direction to the cluster of houses with gray clapboards off in the distance.
You shrugged, then nodded. What the hell, sure.
There was an odd stinging in your heels with every step you took behind him, but you stayed quiet. Your eyes stayed glued to the back of his head, your mind thinking of the possibility of you beating him in a fight if you snuck up on him then. You’d hold up for a while, a kick in the nuts would definitely have you get a couple of hits in, you figured, but he’s got the moves. You’ve seen all of it.
His house was a dull gray, like the ones on either side of it. The stained walls told you it was once bright and new, perhaps when the smiling woman in the picture frames still lived there. His mum, maybe. There wasn’t a single soul around now, except for you and him. He led you to his room without so much a word, which was littered with all kinds of paints, posters, and clothes.
Something underneath a pair of plaid pajamas started to squirm and make its way to the tip of your boot, tongue darting out to lick the cracked leather. “Ew,” you grimaced, squinting your eyes to look at the crawler. You had no idea what it was, not with how dark it was in his room. “What the fuck is that?”
“That’s my funny little guy,” he muttered, scooping the slimy thing into his hand and depositing it into a glass aquarium with a coo. You stayed standing on the threshold, in your fake fur coat and your slip dress.
Your stranger immediately undid the buckles of his belt, dropping the light-washed jeans onto the floor. He seemed all too comfortable walking around in his boxers in front of a woman he’d just met. You realized he hadn’t told you his name yet; you muttered yours to him in the silence.
“Martin,” he grumbled, plopping onto the mattress. His face was still bloodied from all that waltzing he did in the car, and you figured you should probably offer to help him clean those up. You stayed quiet.
The vintage coat you’d paid thirty pounds for along with letting the owner get a feel up your skirt soon found its place among the mess on the ground. You unzipped your knee-high platforms, wriggling your toes free of their constraint before settling right next to him. He’d somehow procured a cigarette, swiftly lighting it to life and taking a puff. Your cold fingers brushed against his when he passed it to you, inhaling the stinging smoke into your lungs.
“What were you doing back there?” you spoke up after a hazy, nicotine-filled silence, turning to look at him. His shoulder was nicely warm against yours, and he had a smell to him. Not a nose-scrunching odor, but a funny mix of sweat and the smell of a wooden cupboard.
“Car-Jitsu,” he drawled out, stretching his long limbs past the span of the twin-sized mattress. Your tongue itched to voice your questions, there was much more you wanted to ask, but Martin didn’t seem to talk much. How did it work? Was there cash involved? Was there some sort of Facebook group they were all a part of? ‘Available from 1-6 pm tomorrow. Silver 2006 Lexus. 5 minutes each turn.’
You were taken out of your thoughts by a shining in your face and a buzzing. A remote-controlled helicopter hovered over your face, blazing its bright light into your eyes. Martin, toying with the controller in his hands, chuckled beside you, which made you smile. He directed it to circle over your head, lowering his voice in a mocking police tone that made you giggle. It descended down, and down, landing on the plane of your clothed stomach. The last of the propeller’s spinning tickled your belly, sending a buzz straight down to your legs. You had propped them onto the bed, and the hem of your already short skirt fell into a crumple on your hips, exposing your black thong. The man pressed to your side reached for his toy, flicking it off before returning his warm palm to your abdomen. He seemed to test the feel of the cheap satin beneath his hand with his every caress, sliding up and down your belly. You simply lay there, sighing when you felt his nose press against your cheek, breathing in the scent of your flesh.
His hand slithered underneath your dress, squeezing the supple skin of your waist before cupping your cunt. He was growing hard against your thigh, you could feel him start to twitch. Mindlessly, your hand crossed over to touch him over his boxers, making him grunt. A shudder sprinted down your spine when his tongue darted out to lick on the shell of your ear, blunt teeth nibbling on your lobe. His mouth traveled south, mouthing over your stiff nipples before nudging your dress just underneath your tits to reveal your stomach. He nuzzled his wounded face over the soft span of flesh, painting you red with dried flecks and wet smears of blood. It made the hairs on your arms raise in attention, your cunt tingling when his fingers trespassed the waistband of your panties to feel the hairs on your mound.
“What you got under here?” he mumbled against your skin, breathy.
Giving into your urges, your hand settled over the back of his head, fingers running through the jet-black strands of hair. It was slightly slick with grease, as you expected, though surprisingly soft. The soft waves made him look so pretty, though they fell over his face way too much that it covered his icy blues.
Your hips lifted ever so slightly when his fingertips run a ghostly trail over your slit. “Wanna see?” you offered. Your thong soon joined the pile on the floor, and the air against your exposed cunt held a slight chill, though his breath warmed you up nicely. You watched as two fingers split your folds open, exposing your moistening pussy to his eye, and you wondered if he could see anything with the only light in the room being edges of the neighbor’s yard light from his window. He was studying you like a scientist in a lab, and it wouldn’t surprise you if he reached for the magnifying glass on the nightstand behind him. “Never seen a pussy before, have you, Martin?” you teased.
“Not as pretty as this one,” he answered, his voice far away as he prodded you in a trance. His tongue darted out to lick over your clit, making your hips jerk in surprise. Martin hummed, pleased with your reaction. He went back for another lick, dipping into your slit this time, then another, and soon, he had you clenching the dark sheets into fists as he licked and sucked all over you. There was no technique to it, nor a finesse, he was merely a starved man feasting on the sweet bounty you offered him. You kept your hand on his head, clamping him down as you grinded on his face.
Your mind wandered back to him in that car, how he smiled even while in a headlock and his feet dangled over the open window. He seemed to enjoy tumbling around, you figured that much. You wanted to see him smile again, you decided. With intent, you pushed on his shoulder, then the other, pulling him away from in between your thighs. He straightened to look at you in confusion, though the wicked smile on your face as you shoved his chest made his slim cheeks dimple in understanding. With your fourth shove, he caught your wrists, pinning them by your ears with his strong grip. You turned your head to bite his slim forearm, making him yelp. You tussled and grappled, with him grabbing your ankle and you pulling on his hair, until eventually you managed to switch your positions. With him on his back, you settled on his lap, slick folds nestled perfectly against his clothed cock. “I win,” you grinned, Martin mirroring your smile. You grabbed the hem of his gray tee, pulling it over his head before using it to wipe the blood from his nose. His left eye was a little swollen, appearing smaller than the other. Your black dress followed, baring yourself to him.
Your nipples stood erect in the chilly room. The faint amount of fluorescent light streaming into the gap in his curtains painted a harsh line across the shadows of your blood-streaked body. Nimble fingers reached into the waistband of his black boxers, pulling out his stiff length. You sunk into him with a sigh, rolling your hips with a practiced ease.
Martin was tantalized. You wondered how long it had been since he fucked a woman, though the way he watched you spear yourself on his cock over and over in awe made you figure it had been a while. It made your chest swell with pride. Taking his wounded hands, you settled them over your tits, urging him to squeeze them. “Like that?” you breathed out, earning a nod from him.
His cock was making you feel so good, evident from the blissed-out moans freely falling from your lips. Your hips moved with a mind of its own, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone. You steadied yourself with a hand on his sculpted chest, the dark spray of hair a pleasant tickle under your palm. With your view facing directly at the window, you caught the shadow of movement outside. Someone was watching you. You couldn’t see your audience’s face, with the bright porch lights behind him giving you a backlit view of their face.
Preening under the watchful eye of a stranger, your hands raised to run over your hair, throwing your head back as you rode Martin harder. Your face contorted to display your pleasure, which pleased the man below you as well. His rough palm grabbed your cheek, pulling you straight into his lips.
He tasted coppery with blood, yet slightly sweet from the blue razz lolly that painted his tongue a vivid color. His mouth dominated you like an opponent, consuming you with the hot, wet muscle reaching deep into your warm cavern. Muscled arms encircled your body, caging you against his chest as his hips soon began to rise to meet yours. Trapped, you couldn’t lift your head to see if your audience was still there, though the thought of the unknown figure vanished from your mind with Martin’s erratic thrusts. You could only bury your face into his neck as he took control.
You didn’t find anything within you to complain about the turn of events. The hairs on the back of your neck raised when you feel his hand lowering to cup your ass, a wandering finger finding your puckered hole. It made you gasp when you felt him circle your rim. With the overflowing slick pouring from your cunt gathered on his fingertip, he dipped into an experimental penetration into your ass.
“Mmh!” you squealed, biting down on the junction of his shoulder. Martin’s chest rumbled in a breathless chuckle. With your arms still caged in his grip, you could only squirm in his hold as he continued to fuck you with his cock and tease you with his finger. He whispered your name in a pleasured, raspy drawl. It spurned a tingle deep within your core, spurning you further into the abyss. You lifted your head to press your forehead against his. Lips close but not touching, breaths mingling and mixing. His tongue licked your bottom lip, before slithering its way into your mouth.
Your release crept up your spine like the spider Martin had crawling in an old jar. It brought about a tingle in the back of your head, and soon your cunt gushed all over his cock. You swore you had blacked out the moment he made you squirt, lost in a haze with dotted vision as he continued to pound into you. You could hear him curse in your ear, followed by praises and a slap on your ass for spraying all over his legs. With a harsh thrust that jolted you in the black-haired man’s hold, then another, you feel his cock twitch in your walls as he came into your womb. You were too far gone to muster up the energy to tell him you weren’t on birth control, nor did you have the money for a morning-after pill, limply plopping back onto the mattress when he rolled you off. The bed’s springs bounced when Martin got up, the absence of his warmth making way for a chill to settle over your naked body. You kept your eyes closed, basking in the pleasant buzz of the blissful aftermath and the exhaustion finally catching up to you.
You hardly registered Martin spreading your folds to look at the pearly white spend dripping from your cunt, humming with satisfaction. Two bright flashes of a camera shone against your closed eyelids, making you open them to look at the man looming over you. His warmth returned when he laid over you like a blanket, sculpted nose settling into your chest, humming a tune against your neck. A polaroid photo was held into your eyesight, and you took it from his grasp. Tilting it toward the soft stream of light from the window, you waited for the photo to clear. He had angled it to have your glistening cunt to be in view, a pearly droplet dripping into the curve of your ass, sharply contrasted by the streaks of red on your stomach, and some even on the inside of your thighs. It was the last thing you saw as your eyes grew heavy with fatigue, falling into slumber with your stranger’s humming in your ear, and the pleasant taste of coppery blood on your lips.
Hey idk could you do a softie Kano bit. Like what dating him would be like and if he had a soft spot for you? Not enough Kano fluff on here! Thanks !
Dating Kano Headkanons
A/N: Kano is not usually a character I would write for but this honestly was a lot of fun. Breaking down a character I haven't spent too much time analyzing is always a fun time, character studies are the best
Kano isn't really the romantic type. He isn't the kind to spout poetic words of utter admiration for his partner or to partake in moonlit walks to a romantic picnic but... everyone is well aware you are his.
He's a very physical. In many ways. Kano loves to have some sort of constant claim on you so others know to back off. Frequently seen with his arm around your waist and pulling you flushed against his side, his hand has a noticeable tendency to wander down further no matter who's around
If you're sitting and helping him plan out cargo loads for the Black Dragons, he finds it hilarious to constantly poke and prod at you until he gets a reaction. Will grab tufts of your hair and use the ends to tickle your cheeks
If anyone dares to flirt with you in earshot of him. He will take great pleasure in knocking their skull against his metal place 4 or 5 times. Or more until he's heard enough cracks to soothe his temper. Then they can be thrown into the cage fights for everyone else's entertainment
While he isn't poetic he is very talkative. Has no shame flirting with you while he's going about his criminal activity I mean... He's the damn leader. He can do whatever he wants and if that means spouting an ungodly amount of inuendo's until you're a blushing and stuttering mess, absolutely he's going to do that
Kano is a man all about reactions. He loves to rile people up and see how he can get them to tick, that goes for his partner. That's partly why he fell for you. He loves seeing all the reactions he's able to get out of you
He can go too far however at times. Teasing and prodding that can sometimes come off as insulting. Kano will laugh and play things off as a joke but when you completely blow past him and leave. He knows he fucked up
The tough guy persona cracks in these moments. Wanting to chase after you and assure you he didn't mean to hurt you yet not quite knowing how to go about that. Kano usually throws himself deeper into the Black Dragon, hoping to distract himself from the guilt eating away at his insides
Kano does come around eventually however, slipping back into your shared bedroom. His head held lower than normal for the boisterous man with an armful of trinkets and gifts he collected for you. Partially illegal. Mostly illegal but that's what the man specializes in
It's hard to stay mad at him for long when he's sitting there looking like a rejected puppy.
Surprisingly he's a good cook! He's a wizard when placed in front of a grill with meat and herbs to use. He doesn't really measure things out but goes on gut and whatever tastes good in the moment. Has yet to make a bad meal
On the saucier side- He can eat a peach for hours ;)
Hiiii not sure if you write this kind of stuff. Feel free to delete this if you want to:3
but I was wondering about MK11 Kuai Liang and Hanzo Hasashi with an S/O who’s a recovering alcoholicand is actively going through withdrawals and trying to NOT relapse?? I’m thinking like angst and fluff and no smut (or smut idc at this point im projecting and need something to distract me rn lmao)
MK11 Headkanons I Kuai Liang/ Sub-Zero, Hanzo Hasashi/Scorpion I S/O recovering alcoholic
A/N: Firstly i would like to say IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I never got a notification and didn't see this until now.
TW: Topic contains mention of drinking and alcoholism along with other unhealthy habits. Prioritize yourself if that's a trigger for you
Kuai Liang/ Sub-Zero:
Kuai is an ever patient and reliable man to have around. A constant sentinel
If there was an image to describe loyalty it would be Kuai Liang, he cares for those around him deeply and will stay by your side the entire time
Is incredibly understanding when your mood takes a sharp turn, the irritability and sharp words that are so unlike his partner. He doesn't get mad or snap back but rather takes it as the sign it is. Easing back to avoid overwhelming but never fully leaving
Man is on the clock to make sure temptation isn't having over your shoulder. Johnny Cage is a boisterous man that thrives in the vices of stardom and mentions it quite often. Kuai had pulled the man off to the side to sternly request he refrains when around you
Waves of nausea are a constant source of stress, the trembling of the hands, saliva pooling inside the mouth as the stomach churns to the point of feeling feint.
Kuai is the best to have around at these moments, the man's ever chilled touch providing a wave of relief against heated skin. Cupping his your face between his hands, brushing the back of his hand against your forehead of back of the neck. No words need to be shared as the touch alone is grounding.
Even if words aren't needed, Kuai will always spare a gentle whisper or murmur. Praising your strength to continue pushing on even through the hardest moments, when giving up feels far easier but refusing too
Hanzo Hasashi/Scorpion
Hanzo is a man that knows the throws of addiction himself, it may not be in the same way but his obsession for revenge had become an addiction in the past. Eating away at his life and time, being the sole reason he did anything.
While socially he tends to jump the gun Hanzo is very perceptive when it comes to you. Locking onto any changes in your demeanor like the way your hands had gone from a small fidget to digging your nails against your skin as if to physically hold them down
Hanzo's hand always seems to find it's place resting on your thigh in those moments, warm and reliable as a silent show of his support with you. He doesn't care if others see in that moment, let them see the ever harsh Scorpion daring to be soft. You are his partner, his life, his heart, you are more important than his harsh intimidating persona
Hanzo will absolutely burn anyone who dares to say something about the tender gesture later on however
Hanzo absolutely stays updated on how long you have gone without relapsing
He isn't a man of words but will always leave small tokens on your bedside table to wake up too when you've hit certain milestones.
When you had hit month 6 Hanzo had taken you out for celebration. Dedicating the entire day to you, your favorite restaurant with a swing by to grab your favorite dessert on the way back to the fire gardens where you sat together to enjoy the sunset. Hanzo is a harsh man but for his partner he completely melts for them alone
Forgot my birthday wish and went out with my friends-
SPICY ERMAC SPICY ERMAC I CHANT FROM THE STREETS
If and when you have time of course🥰🙏🏻
Spicy Ermac Headcanons x Fem!Reader
A/N: FINALLY I CAN DELIVER! I'ma be in Canada for a few days so I'm trying to get this out like a few hours before my flight lmao
Content Warnings: NSFW 18+, AFAB! Reader, Sexual Themes, Smut Genitalia, Fingering, Cockwarming Overstimulation, Binding/Immobilization
Ermac is a service top and soft dominant. While Ermac prefers to be in control majority of the time he isn't against letting you take control every now and then if you wish
Loves to take his time. Sex with Ermac isn't quick, it is long as he will draw it out as long as possible. Slowly breaking you down piece by piece as he soaks in all of your reactions; every gasp, moan, hitch in breath, the way your breasts moves as your breathing progressively grows heavier. He sees all of it
Is not satisfied until he's made you near pass out by the time y'all are finished, bonus points if you do pass out from the onslaught of pleasure Will make you cum at least 5 times before he even nears his peak
Adores to hold your face, staring into your eyes as he brings you closer to yet another orgasm. Your body hyper-sensative to every touch of his calloused hands, every sweep of his magic dancing across your skin. "We know you can do one more, our moon... you can do this. Just one more~"
Loves watching the way you squirm on his lap when the sensations become too much, your thighs quivering and walls fluttering around his fingers as they delve deeper
Will use his magic to strap down your legs and arms, forcing you to stay still as he works his fingers faster into your worn walls. Curling his fingers with every deep thrust
His magic always has a subtle buzz like feeling as it coils around your limbs, anchoring your thighs down with your legs and holding them apart for Ermac's greedy gaze and hands
Can and absolutely will encase your clit with a ball of his telepathic magic, surrounding the sensitive bud with the buzzing sensation
While Ermac isn't normally the talkative type, he will constantly whisper honey coated words to you even if it isn't physically spoken outloud, the constant buzz of voices around him are loud enough in close proximity. Talking you through everything and showering you in praises. "Tell us, love... what do you need? We'll give it to you, as much as you wish~" "So beautiful, taking our cock so well... perhaps you need more of a fill~"
Just as much as Ermac loves to break you apart under his skilled hands, he loves to feel your mouth around his cock. Kneeling between his legs, watching your lips stretch obscenely around his dick as it slides further into the wet heat of your mouth. He could sit there for hours honestly. Hand in your hair as his cock rested in your mouth, it's weight heavy against your tongue. He could feel every slow caress of your tongue along the underside, every suction and muffled moan that left him shuddering.
Okay... so like... y'all remember in like MKX i believe one of Ermac's ending screens had him basically erupt with his souls with a loud as echo-y yell. That's him when he cums lmao
We've seen the clips of him in Khaos Reigns, he is a big softie under all those icy walls. Deep under. Deep deep under. You're gonna dig a while but it is there
Hella Favoritism
He will allow you do basically do whatever you want in the clan as long as it does help the clan in some way.
But whatever you choose, he'll make you the top rank in it!
Piss off another clan member? They were in the wrong anyways
PDA is a big no, he refuses to let anyone else see him be soft. Affection is only something he's comfortable showing in privacy. When it's just the two of you and he truly can let himself rest
In those moments he will hold you so close to his chest, your head to his heart as he nuzzles your hair. He holds you like your the most precious thing in the world
He's already lost his brothers, brother, due to his own self riotousness. He can't imagine a world where he loses you too
He has an ego and believes he knows what's best at all times. Will get upset if you try to tell him his ideas aren't good for the clan
Mentioned in another post but- Alexithymia. This also leads him to be quite angry a lot of the time as it's the emotion he knows how to identify and express the easiest
Snow cones.... Snow cones. This man can make snow cones anytime, he will only do them for you. He feels childish doing it but he'll do anything for you.
Finds slight amusement in seeing you flinch from his cold hands. His body can withstand such intense cold temperatures that he naturally just runs colder than most and will delight in making you squirm.
A sudden brush of his fingers to your arm, grasping the back of your neck when he leans close, sliding them under your clothes ;)
Y'all get nice and cozy for movie nights. Push the couch further to the side and made a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor to lay on together.
The big lights dimmed or turned off with a smaller light nearby that gives the perfect warm subtle glow.
It's cute, sweet, domestic and normal. Ermac thrives to feel that sense of normalcy and comfort
If you try watching any of Johnny Cage's movies he will just turn the tv straight off. Not out of malice but just Ermac does not want to watch anything with someone he knows in it. He's seen that egotistical smug face in person, he doesn't wanna choose to see more of it
He finds thought provoking movies the most interesting and entertaining. There isn't a specific genre he generates closer towards but anything that leaves him thinking afterwards are ones he likes
Literally days after watching 'Midsommar' you two are just having dinner together. Everything is quiet and peaceful as you enjoy each other company until you catch a whisper from him. "... to think how easily one can be manipulated and molded when encountered with such hardships..." Like sir, please just eat your spaghetti
Always lets you choose the movie(s) to watch while he prepares the snacks and beverages.
No need to get up in the middle of the movie to grab another drink, Ermac can just levitate it over
Sits on the blankets with his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close to his side throughout the movie
No moving, only cuddles time
No matter how many blankets you wrap around yourselves together Ermac's body temperature always has a slight chill to it
He's a secret sucker for those cliche coming of age movies, the girl ones specifically, as they touch more on figuring out who you are and your place in the world. Something Ermac is currently VERY struggling with
He is a question asker...
He's not a terrible one, he does sit quietly through the majority of the movie but sometimes the multitude of his spirits start talking to each other about the movie which can be heard
The whispers as usually quiet enough not to get picked up on until Ermac speaks but being cuddled up against his side.... you're hearing them
I LITERALLY SAW THIS LIKE 20 MINUTES AGO AND STARTED WRITING IDK WHY MOVIE NIGHT WAS THE FIRST THING I COULD THINK OF LMAO
After living in Neatherrealm her whole life physical affection is something she's come to adore
Will always have some part of her touching you weather it's just her hand linked with yours or she's full on hugging your arm close to her chest
During colder weather she will unfurl her wings and wrap them around the both of you as a second blanket, the warmth her wings emit is the most comfortable and gentle feeling that reflects her own nature
Kitana
Kitana is very put together and proper when in public but very affectionate while in private
Cuddles while facing each other with her hands cupping and tracing along your face
Night time routine involves her laying back between your legs while you braid her hair so it doesn't get tangled during the night
Has absolutely awful bed head on nights y'all forget to braid her hair
Mileena
Very cuddly and clingy while sleeping
Even while awake but especially while sleeping
Will curl up into a ball and bury herself against your side, under your arm, around your arm
Her presence will be known and constant
Like her sister she also has thick hair that gets knotted during the night if it isn't put back in soft braid or bun
Empress Sindel
Y'all thought Johnny was bougie?
Bougie IS Sindel
The softest sheets made of the finest silk, a night time routine meant for unwinding and relaxing together accompanied with a freshly brewed cup of tea to enjoy before turning it for the night.
Hushed whispers and words of affection as she holds your face in her hands
As well as juicy gossip of things she's overheard during her duties
Rests her face against your shoulder comfortably as she sleeps
There's a photo of Jerrod next to her side of the bed in remembrance of her late husband
Tanya
Tanya takes her role and her position as Umgadi very seriously so it can take her a while to fully relax
Even then she's always alert as her duty never ends, because of this she is a light sleeper in case of emergencies
A night warm cup of tea while cuddling together against the headboard always does the trick in easing her tension
Soft and sensual as she holds you close and drifts off to sleep, her hands gentle running along your form as if memorizing every dip and curve
Never apologizes. Ever. This man will never utter the word "I'm sorry" to anyone. Not Kuai Liang, Not Liu Kang and certainly not Tomas.
On the rare instances Bi-Han does FEEL like he should apologize, he instead does small things to show things are fine. EX- commonly does the asking if they want to go get food.
Bi-Han is a decent cook. Having a set schedule growing up came along with making sure he was taking care of himself to fight at his best. This quickly carried over in him cooking for his siblings as well.
Bi-Han now has a habit of preparing too much food for his meals as he's used to cooking for three.
Now he may be an asshole. But this man will never be misogynistic. He has grown up seeing women in the clan being just as powerful as the men in the clan, if not more.
Because of this Bi-Han is a huge mamma's boy
While Kuai worshipped their father, Bi-Han admired their mother. She was the true figure of power he looked up to growing up. Where their father fell weak and soft, their mother constantly had things locked down and prepared for the clan's benefit.
Since Becoming Noob Saibot
(A/N: I just gotta say I miss Noob's voice from MK11. The raspy whisper was top tier)
Bi-Han always was more brutal compared to his brothers but that has now increased tenfold
Along with that increased brutality has also included an increased appreciation for the macabre.
Has a collection of hands he's taken from victims, the one attached to his belt is NOT the only hand he possesses
It was the first he took however
Doesn't regret infusing himself with Titan Havik's chaos magic one bit
Because of the new acceptance and introduction to chaos in his life Bi-Han's control over his... self care has started to lack. Frequently forgetting to let himself rest or eat at times.
Will never admit it but will summon his shadow self during low moments and just sit with his shadow's presence as it's the closest thing to having Kuai Liang next to him again.
Though Liu Kang was able to repair Bi-Han's mind from Titan Havik's magic he still deals with side effects from the corruption.
The crevices that stretch along Bi-Han's body with the khaotic magic always have a dull throb, frequently spiking in pain the more stressed Bi-Han gets.
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