#ermac mk1

[hellpmeimobsessed]

I despise how fine MK1 made everybody. Why am I out here even giving Bi-Han and Shang Tsung a second glance? Why am I hearing out the Ermac and Havik fans? WHY IS EVERYONE IN THIS GAME SO DAMN FINE???

My type is questionable, sure, (Reptile, Kabal, Mavado, Reiko, etc) but there were lines, nay, STANDARDS, that I had. Making me even consider them is diabolical.

[click4rainy]

Kinktober Day 28: Mutual Masterbation

👽:full kinktober list here ➜ 💌

🖇️: Ermac x gn!reader

☑️: Proof Read

⚠️: NSFW/SMUT/afab reader/digital sex/hand job/face to face position/Idk if I left anything out/enjoyyy :3

★ “Come,” Ermac murmurs, their voice a layered echo that ripples through the dim chamber, sending shivers racing down your spine. Their hand extends, fingers grazing your wrist with a touch that’s gentle yet unyielding, drawing you inexorably closer. Your heart thunders as they guide you to the edge of the ancient stone slab, cool beneath you, serving as an improvised bed in this mystical sanctum.

★ They ease you down to sit on the slab’s rim, your legs parting instinctively under the weight of their gaze—predatory, yet laced with a tenderness that makes your skin flush. Ermac kneels between your thighs, their form close enough that you feel the heat radiating from their body, their eyes—glowing faintly with the essence of countless spirits—locked onto yours.

★ “Touch yourself for us,” they command softly, the plural ‘us’ a resonant reminder of the souls woven into their being, each one stirring with hunger for your arousal, amplifying the desire that pulses through them all. Their tone weaves encouragement with control, a silken thread that quickens your pulse and binds you to their will.

★ Your fingers tremble as they trail down your torso, slipping under the fabric of your shirt to skim bare skin, then lower. Ermac’s unblinking stare follows every movement, their hand settling on your inner thigh, thumb drawing deliberate, teasing circles that creep upward, igniting sparks along your nerves. “Yes, just like that,” they whisper, voice thickening with approval, husky and insistent. “Reveal how deeply you crave this.”

★ Emboldened by their words, you shove your bottoms aside, your fingers seeking out your clit and circling it with hesitant pressure. Heat surges instantly, your breath catching in sharp gasps as slickness gathers.

★ Ermac’s other hand drifts to their own garments, deftly parting the fabric to release their cock—thick and veined, swelling rigid under your widening eyes.

★ They encircle the base with their fingers, dragging upward in a slow, deliberate stroke to the flushed head, syncing effortlessly with the rhythm of your touch. Then, without breaking eye contact, Ermac leans in closer, their free hand sliding up and down your abdomen to join yours at your core.

★ Two fingers press against your entrance, parting the wet folds with teasing insistence. “Invite us deeper,” they coax, a soft gleam flashing in their eyes as they push inside, curling to stroke your inner walls.

★ You gasp, your pussy clenching around the invading digits, your own hand stuttering on your clit from the sudden fullness. Ermac sets a steady pace, thrusting their fingers in and out, dictating every wave of sensation while their cock twitches.

★ Drawn by the sight, you extend your hand, wrapping your fingers around their shaft, the scorching heat and rigid pulse throbbing against your palm. They shift to a better position, lying beside you, leaning over you a bit and looking down. Their index sliding up and down your slit.

★ You match their rhythm, the new layout making it easier for you to pump from root to crown as they drive deeper into you—their fingers twist and spread within your slick heat, grazing that sensitive spot. “Don’t stop,” they urge tenderly, though their hips shift forward into your grasp, silently demanding firmer strokes, more friction.

★ Sweat slicks your skin as you obey, your hold firming, gliding faster along their length, thumb smearing the slick bead over the sensitive head on each upstroke. The air thickens with layered breaths from Ermac, sighs that carry the approving murmurs of their inner souls, fueling the shared frenzy. Their fingers plunge with increasing speed, stretching and filling you, while you work their cock with frantic need, tracing the prominent veins that strain beneath your touch.

★ Tension coils viciously in your belly, Ermac’s control herding you toward the edge. Their fingers hook precisely, grinding against that critical point inside. You break first, your pussy convulsing around them in rhythmic spasms, a cry tearing from your throat as ecstasy floods through you in relentless waves. Ermac follows moments later, their cock pulsing wildly in your fist, ropes of hot cum erupting to coat your fingers and splatter across their abdomen.

★ Their eyes ignite with light, a deep, satisfied hum vibrating from their chest as they draw out the aftershocks, fingers still embedded in your fluttering core, claiming every quiver. At last, they withdraw with a slick pop, bringing their digits to their lips and licking them clean in a deliberate display, savoring your taste.

★ Leaning forward, they press a soft kiss to your forehead, whispers of praise flowing like a soothing chant, “So perfect for us... beautifully undone.”

[lulila-safu]

I love this Ermac taunt, only because it reminds me of Lisa from P.T.

[hitchyboi]

Dating Ermac headcanons #3 right NEOWWWW🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

🟢Dating Ermac Headcanons #3🟢

~Featuring Movie Night Date~

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

[iliketangerines]

The wrong group of people got a hold of this info…..

The reader never knew Ermac could be a freak like that since he’s always so put up and reserved, the Emperor will understand their small affair…..right? Until then, it’ll be their little secret🤭

dirty little secret

a/n: yes, ik technically before Ermac died, he's Jerrod, but shhhhh, that'll be our secret

pairing: ermac x gn!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), use of riding crop, degradation kink, orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, blowjob, slight bondage, use of gag and blindfold, infedelity/cheating

Ermac shouldn’t be here, doing this with you, no not when he has his beautiful wife Sindel and his two daughters, and yet here he is, in your bedroom

his hands and legs are tied down to the bedposts, mouth stuffed with your panties, and a blindfold over his eyes as your hands pump his cock slowly up and down

you’ve already spent the past hour just teasing him, flicking the tip and giving small lick kisses and licks to the tip as you press your thumb into the slit

his mind is blank and hazy, and tears stain the blindfold as you cup his balls and give them a light squeeze, drawing a pathetic whine from his throat

this was so wrong, but it felt so good, so sinful as you shuffle on the bed and flick his cock with your fingers

the pain jolts through his body, making his hips jerk upward in surprise, and yet pre-cum still pearls at the tip and drips down the length of his cock

you coo at him, telling him he’s such a desperate whore, enjoying the pain, being such a submissive little thing as the emperor of Outworld

Ermac whines in agreement, just needing to cum, and he’ll do anything at this point really for your lips on his cock and his seed down your throat

your hands ghost over his cock, and he feels your spit land on the tip and your hands spread the wetness along the shaft

the image of you spitting on his cock has his mind reeling, and his hips jerk upward in desperation

you tut at him and tell him to be a good slut and stay still for you, or else you won’t let him cum, his hips stilling at your order

the feeling of pleasure overwhelms him, and he clenches his jaw together, trying not to cum, but when he feel the warm wet heat of your mouth completely envelop his sensitive cock and you hum, he lets out a choked-out moan and cums in your throat

the hgh is quickly ruined when you immediately pull off his cock and let his orgasm run its course without your help, and the cum spurts pathetically down his cock and onto his pelvis

Ermac cries out, sobbing and whining at his ruined orgasm, and his hips buck up into the air desperately, searching for any type of friction

he gets none, and his chest heaves up and down as he whimpers into his panties

his cock softens, and Ermac thinks you’ve just left him tied up and helpless on the bed to just leave him there covered in his own cum and sweat to be humiliated

but then, he hears the familiar pad of your feet against the floor and you rummaging through chest, and his chest stutters, adrenaline rushing through his veins

your steps near him, and you let out a sigh, the room going quiet except fro Ermac’s muffled pants and whimpers

the anticipation is killing him, how he’s waiting for you to do something, anything, and a long whine comes out his throat as he squirms in his bondage, trying to find you

a sharp pain blooms from his cock, and Ermac’s back arches off the bed as he realizes you’ve just hit him with a riding crop

he moans into the gag, and you run the smooth leather over his hardening cock before lifting it up again and smacking the sensitive tip harshly

choked out yelps of pain claw out of Ermac’s mouth as you hit him over and over again, and pain explodes through his body and his tears soak the blindfold and drip down his face as he tries to beg for you to stop and that he’s sorry

you ignore his muffled pleas and continue to land hits along his cock, his pelvis, his thighs until he’s sure he’s sore and red all over

his choked moans turn into mewls and pleasure, and he feels your fingers dig into his mouth and pull out the gag

immediately, apologies spill from his mouth, voice hoarse and sore from crying as he begs you to stop, please, it’s all too much

you grip onto his chin and tell him to count the hits, that you’ll stop if he can make it to ten without missing any and that he can cum freely if he counts correctly

Ermac nods instantly, and you laugh at him before letting go of his face and patting his cheek roughly

he waits with bated breath as you rub the leather crop over his dick, soothing the sore and red flesh, and you lift it up, letting the silence fill the room before you strike

you hit him in quick succession, and Ermac chokes out the numbers through pained moans

he can’t predict when you’ll hit him, mind in a blur and haze, and when you land a harsh slap on his tip, he whines and forgets to count, starting the whole process over again

it’s a torturous punishment, his words turning into blabber and incoherent sobs as you slap and hit his sensitive skin with the crop

his cock bobs with every hit, and he’s so close to cumming, so close to reaching his high and tipping over the edge

but you seem to know this as well, so you grip the base of his cock, preventing him from cumming as you continue to punish him

he’s slowly losing his mind, pain and pleasure making his brain hazy and cloudy and his body feels so sore and tired and dirty

you call him a whore, a slut, such a needy little thing that just needed to be dominated, that he’s such a pathetic sight like this, cock flush and desperate

he whines at the words and misses his count again, and you coo at him that he needs to start over

finally, after what feels like a lifetime, he blabbers out the last number, and you let go of the base of his cock, rubbing the tip with the riding crop as you order him to cum

his back arches off the bed, and his hips buck into the air as he thanks you, tears dripping down his cheeks as his cum spills over his stomach and the crop

you rub the crop up and down his length as he rides out his high, and he sobs in pleasure

you take off his blindfold as the last drops of cum spill from his cock, and you wipe away his tears and admire his fucked-out look

your hands untie the ropes holding him down to the bed, and you rub blood back into his wrists and his ankles before you leave the room and reappear with some water, food, and a rag

Ermac groans, flinching away as the rag rubs against his sensitive cock, and you tsk at him, telling him to be still as you clean him up

you help him sit up and drink some water and eat some food before you let him lay back down in the bed and relax into the plush sheets as you throw the rag into the laundry

settling down next to him, your honeyed words fill his ears, about how all this is his and yours dirty little secret, and Ermac nods before drifting off to sleep

[xxrainbowvibezxx]

Ermac vs. Tanya intro

Ermac: Empress Mileena is in your care now.

Tanya: By Delia, I pledge my life to her protection.

Can I just assume that what Ermac said came from Jerrod? (I know it probably isn't, but I think it would be sweet if it was.)

[bozers]

My take on Rebis Ermac! They reflect aspects of both Jerrod and Sindel. Since the construct reflects who ever is in control, I chose a design that would showcase not only S&J, but also keep the classic Ermac look that we know and love.

[iliketangerines]

Feeling comfortable now…..that Mk deception alt Ermac Skin had me feral when I played it…..

Throw something on the plate bc that man’s face, hair, AND arms is out. The fit is slutty…

-Ermac anon💚❤️

a new look

a/n: i am so sleepy right now dawg...spent my entire day out, but i got the mk9 game for the ps3...so you'll catch me playing that when i have the time

pairing: ermac x gn!reader

warnings: suggestive

you wait in the dressing room, kicking your feet as Ermac changes in the changing room, and you call for him, asking how much longer he’ll be

he laughs and tells you to be patient, and you hear the rustle of cloth and the clink of metal, humming as he does so

finally, the emperor opens the curtains to the changing room, and your mouth grows oddly dry as you stare at him in his new outfit

it shows off his thick arms, and his black gloves only manage to make you feel even warmer as you squirm in his seat

Ermac smiles and then pulls up the mask to his outfit, asking how you feel about it, and you clear your throat and tell him he looks fine

his waist is slim in the outfit, and you want to grab onto it, listen to him gasp and then laugh as you press your lips needily against his

he tilts his head, eyes crinkling as he smirks at you and comes in close, face only a breath from yours as he asks teasingly if it was just great

you press your lips together, but your face grows even warmer at the implication

pressing your hand into his face, you tell him to stop teasing you and to just buy the outfit, and Ermac just brings your hand to the side to hold his face, saying that he can’t buy an outfit that his lover doesn’t love

he leans in even closer to you, sitting himself down right on your lap, and you let out a stutter that you love the outfit, eyes flitting to the left and right to find the wardrobe people

they’re nowhere to be found as Ermac grinds his hips into you, keeping himself relatively calm as he looks to you for a reaction that your body gladly provides

your hands fly down to grip onto his waist, keeping him steady and balanced on your lap, and his hands go up to your shoulders, squeezing them gently

Ermac asks again if you love his outfit, he must be completely sure before he buys it, and your fingers flex as you croak out that you love it

he smiles at you, gloved hand brushing up against your neck slightly, and you let out a small whimper, eyes glazing over at the feeling as you lean forward for a kiss

however, he pulls away, gracefully sliding off of your lap and calling over one of the workers to pay them for the outfit

you’re left in a daze, mind reeling from the sudden turn of events, and you find yourself behind Ermac, his hand holding onto yours, still clothed in those gloves

he looks back at you and your hazy eyes, and he says that he has to show the outfit to Sindel first and that they have to get the royal seal of approval

you nod dumbly and let him lead you back to the carriage to the palace, it seemed you were in for a long night