⚠️: 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.”
I know it’ll be a while before you see this😭but your Erron Black fic (working relationship) inspired me to think of a cool (and kinky) idea:
There’s a part in the fic you wrote where Erron and the reader had fought off the vicious Outworlders from assassinating Kotal Kahn, but what if the reader WAS an outworlder trying to assassinate the Kahn. The attempt failed and she was imprisoned. Where am I going with this? I know some Mkx Outworld men aren’t that popular in the fic world, but what if Kotal sent his closest 3 adversaries to “punish” her efforts? Yes, I’m talking about the cowboy, soul boy, and lizard man.
Love your writing so much❤️❤️❤️
pay for your crimes
a/n: mm mm MM. also, i do NOT condone this behavior in real life
pairing: erron black x afab!reader x syzoth x ermac
warnings: nsfw (MDNI), noncon, slight pet play, orgasm denail, chest play, anal, double penetration, face fucking, gun play
you had been so close to killing the Kahn, blade just mere millimeters from his throat, your plan working perfectly to distract his guards
and then, a bullet had rang into your shoulder, giving the Kahn just enough time to pin you and cuff you, throwing you into the cells to draw some information out of you
Mileena had hired you, trusting in you to kill the Kahn, and you had failed, ending with a collar on your neck chained to the floor and your arms tied behind you
they had also taken the measure in chaining both of your ankles to the floor, every restraint drawn tight to make sure you had no leeway to even move a single centimeter
you had long lost feeling in your arms and your feet, and you can’t even hang your head to rest, the collar choking you if you even dared to move
it left you exhausted, muscles trembling with the effort to keep your legs straight as to not choke yourself by relaxing yourself
but it was only light torture, you could deal with this for a few more days, but still, the hours dragged on as your mouth became parched and your muscles burned with effort
the sound of the cell door creaking open catches your attention, and you don’t make a single sound as you watch three men walk in
it’s a strange group, one man dressed in a hat not of Outworld, a Zaterran, and the collection of souls that often sat at Kotal’s side
you can’t seem to care as you focus on keeping your neck straight so that you can breathe properly, but an irritated grunt leaves your mouth as they encircle you
there’s a look in the gunslinger’s eyes, a look you don’t quite like, and you bare your teeth at him, growling despite the little energy that you have left
he grins at you from underneath the mask, and he gets comfortable on the dirty prison floor, drawing his pistol out of its holder and using it to fix the tilt of his hat before pointing it lazily at you
you remain silent as he asks you questions about Mileena, where her camp was, what her next operations were, any information in general about the former Kahn
the other two simply wait patiently, boring holes into your back as they observe your figure, but you ignore them
she had only hired you as a contract killer, but you knew her personally when you had worked under Shao Kahn and Shang Tsung
your lips would remain sealed about her, and the gunslinger seems to realize it as well, sighing and bringing the pistol closer to you
he cocks it, the click echoing in the prison cell, and then he shoves it into your mouth, the taste of gunpowder and smoke laying flat on your tongue
it makes you grunt in surprise, and he cocks his head at the other two and the sound of shuffling and clinking fills the room as the chains on your ankle and collar loosen
your body sags slightly in relief as your legs relax, but the gun stays firmly in your mouth as the gunslinger says if you try anything funny, he’ll pull the trigger
you believe him, you’ve seen him in action before when you were studying the layout of the palace and the guard rotations and Kotal’s usual walking spots
it doesn’t stop you from huffing angrily, glaring at him the best you could muster while still kneeling on the ground before him, and he seems to smirk underneath the mask
Erron Black, he introduces himself, and then your hear the other two introduce their names, Syzoth and Ermac
two strong hands clasp onto your shoulders as the chains on your ankles fall away and the chain on your collar is unlocked from the wall
Syzoth hands the chain connected the collar to Erron, and he grins as he tugs at it slightly, making your mouth sink further on the gun and you to slightly choke on it
your hands flex, still restrained behind your back, and your legs don’t have enough blood in them to try and fight with only them
a scaly hand trails down your back, ripping at the cloth with its claws, and an icy hand of fear trails down along with him
the gunslinger moves to stand to your side, making your head crane along with him, and says to get to know their names well, you’ll be screaming them soon enough, and with a loud rip your shirt is ripped away from you
before you can even try and retaliate, an invisible force grabs onto your body and pulls your legs apart further than you thought they could stretch
it’s a sort of green energy surrounding your legs, and a faint green energy pulsates from Ermac’s hands as your eyes dart around to try and find the source of the control
Syzoth gets onto his knees first in front of you, his tongue flicking out and tasting the air, tasting the scent of your fear as the reality of the situation settles in
he lets out an airy laugh at the smell of it and coos at you, promising that it wouldn’t hurt too much, and his clawed hands twitch at his sides
his voice makes you shiver as he says that he’s had nowhere to release his pent-up energy, can’t go back to a home too far away, can’t touch the maids or the warriors
but you, a simple hostage who refuses to give up information, well, it gives them all a reason to release some energy and break you enough to force some information out of you
you want to scream and thrash, but the barrel of the gun sits heavy in your mouth and the green energy immobilizing your only means of escape left you complacent
Syzoth’s hand cups your chest, thumbs rubbing over your nipples, and the scales only add to the roughness and the stimulation
he sticks his tongue out into the air again, eyes transfixed on the way your nipples harden underneath his fingers, and his hands then roughy squeeze your chest
the claws dig into your skin, and you breathe out through your nose, closing your eyes to concentrate on anything else but this situation
Erron lets out a hum of disapproval and tells you to open your eye, to watch it all happen, to just give in and give them information on Mileena’s whereabouts
you open your eyes, mustering as much anger and vitriol in your gaze that you could as you stare up at him, and he only chuckles at the small show of defiance
a hand touches your back, tracing the muscle, dry and bandaged, and you know it’s Ermac tracing the skin on your back
his hands glow just a bit brighter, and your bottoms fall to the floor, leaving you with nothing to cover up your modesty
a slight growl leaves your throat, as a slow panic rushes through your body, and Erron simply tugs on the collar to get you to shut up, telling you that good little pets don’t growl
you don’t move, letting Ermac’s hands travel along your body, one hand groping at your ass and squeezing it roughly while the other snakes around to your front
his hand trails further and further down, cupping your sex but doing nothing else, simply enjoying the warmth emanating from your heat
then his fingers press into your skin, finding your clit and rubbing lithe fingers in practiced circles, and a small strangled sound leaves you throat
it had been a long time since you had ever done something anything even remotely similar to this, and it left you sensitive and unused to touch
Syzoth hums at the way your breath hitches, and he squeezes even tighter at your chest, licking his lips and then pinching at your nipples
a small yelp leaves your throat, and you try to focus on anything else, to not let your mind get pulled and pushed apart by pleasure as Ermac continues to rub at your clit and Syzoth tease your chest
but you’re quickly jolted out of your thoughts as the collar pulls at your neck and brings you back into the moment and staring up at Erron
out of the four of you, he seemed the least affected, but the bulge in his pants indicates otherwise, straining at the zipper and begging to be release
you’re pulled from that thought to the next as Ermac pinches at your clit, making your body jump in pleasure and pain, and your pussy clenches down on nothing
in spite of everything, you can feel yourself getting wet the longer Syzoth and Ermac tease and play with your body
Syzoth moves one hand away from your chest to wrap around to your back, gliding his fingers between your wet folds and humming at the slickness coating his fingers
his fingers move up and circle the rim of your asshole, and your eyes widen in surprise and fear as goosebumps erupt over your body
your breathing quickens for just a moment, enough for Erron to laugh again and tell you that they’ll make sure you’re nice and loose for Ermac’s cock
the gun presses against the back of your throat, and you try to calm yourself down, you don’t want to get shot in the head
Ermac hums at the mention of his name and moves his fingers down, sinking two fingers into your warmth without warning, and it makes your breath catch at the thickness of him
his fingers expertly curl in your warmth, pressing into your sweet spot and massaging it, and it sends pleasure blazing through you
your eyes slip close at the pleasure, and you thank the elder gods when Erron doesn’t tell you open them again as you try and take in everything
they’re tearing your mind apart with the stimulation on all sides, and it’s ripping your mind into a useless puddle that can’t think for itself
Syzoth hisses and sinks a slick finger into your asshole, and you finally let out a small whine at the pressure, gasping around the gun to try and struggle away
the gunslinger simply keeps a firm hold on the chain to your collar to make sure you couldn’t squirm away, and the glowing green energy around your legs only squeeze and keep you still
you can’t help but moan as Ermac fucks his fingers into your drooling pussy, palm grinding into your sensitive clit and how Syzoth pushes another fingers into your ass
breath heaves in your chest as pleasure blazes through you, sensitive and much too overstimulated, and you’re quickly hurtling toward the edge of pleasure
Erron grunts something out and suddenly they’re not touching you anymore, and you open your eyes as your orgasm slips away from you
he has a grin on his face, one that says he knows exactly what he’s doing, and you want to kill him, wipe that smug smirk off of his face
the gunslinger tuts at you as you struggle, pulling at the collar once more and making you gag on the loaded gun, and you breathe and calm down
you’re giving him a reaction, exactly what he wanted, and you breathe out through your nose to calm down, still mustering your best glare at him
Erron says something and suddenly the collar is being pulled at by the green magic, and Erron unbuckles his pants and pulls out his cock
it’s thick, flushed and leaking pre-cum, and he removes the gun from your mouth, covered in a new layer of shiny spit
you don’t speak as he taps the tip of his cock against your lips, pressing the end of the gun against the side of your head
the gunslinger takes a hold of the collar again, and then lightly taps the gun against your head, forcing you to open up your lips and take his cock into your mouth
it’s thick and heavy in your mouth, pressing down along your tongue and choking you, and your eyes water as he pushes in further and further, giving no remorse to how you start to choke and gag and struggle in your bindings
rather, the other two start touching you again, teasing you, fucking you slowly on their fingers, and laughing when you whine and whimper when they pull away
your pussy clenches desperately on their fingers, drooling and dripping onto the floor with the need to cum, but they deny you all the same
it’s a cruel agony, the lack of air causing your head to spin and the pleasure to intensify and curl and assault you from all sides
your mind is being pulled apart and put back together with each denied orgasm and with how Erron is just content to let his cock rest in your warm mouth
you’re not sure how much time has passed as they continue to tease you, fuck you on their fingers and bring you to the brink of insanity
the gunslinger finally pulls his cock out of your mouth, and you cough and wheeze as you breathe in lungfuls of precious air
he asks if you’re ready to talk, that if you give them information they’ll let you cum on their cocks, and you hiss at them and tell them to stick it
despite their efforts, you still had a bit of fight left in you
Erron sighs and shoves his cock back into your mouth, letting go of the chain to grip onto your hair and fuck into your face roughly
you gag and choke, squirming in your binds as it overtakes your senses, and you can barely process the fact the Ermac and Syzoth have undressed themselves
their cocks press against your entrances, and you can’t even scream as they start fucking into you with reckless abandon, ignoring your clit and avoiding your sweet spots to make you break
Ermac groans loudly as he fucks into your asshole, tight around him and not nearly enough lube, and with the added pressure of Syzoth fucking into your abused pussy, it’s too much for you to handle, blinding white pleasure snaking within you
their hands are all over you, grabbing and pulling and clawing, and your mind is being torn a million different ways, trying to recollect only to have its thoughts scattered with each thrust and scratch
you can’t handle it, it’s all too much, and all the energy leaves your body as you finally grow limp in their hold and they fuck into you like a toy
Erron pulls away from your mouth, letting you breathe as the other two fuck senselessly into you, and he asks if you have any information
you’re not quite aware of what comes out of your mouth, something spilling from your lips, and Erron smiles and pats your cheek, calling you a good pet before placing his cock against your lips
he pushes in, fucking your face just as brutally as before, and then Ermac’s fingers touch your clit, rubbing it back and forth and pushing you right over the edge
you sob as you cum, tears streaming down their cheeks, and Erron groans, pressing your nose into his pubic hair and cumming down your throat
there’s a lack of air, but you can’t even twitch to fight and slowly let the black dots take over your vision until the gunslinger finally pulls off
you breathe rapidly and feel the barrel of the gun be removed from your head, but Syzoth and Ermac still fuck into you with reckless abandon
he chuckles and says that they’re much harder to please, being of Outworld of course, you’ll be in here for a while with them
but they’ll make sure you cum, over and over and over again on their cocks, and with that Erron, buckles up his pants to give away the information you parlayed to him to Kotal
Syzoth lets out a low hiss, smiling at your fucked out expression, and Ermac keeps rubbing your clit roughly, leaving low grunts in the air
you were going to be there until they satisfied themselves, and they were hard men to please
Bodyguard! Ermac x Princess! Reader (MK: Deception)
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
The Netherrealm stayed as always, and Ermac were still lost searching for the powerful demon emperor Shao khan to order them to find. Created to serve, they didn’t have another choice, but they knew that to keep serving the emperor without a fuss, maybe would mean they could know something about where you were, or if you were even okay, which Ermac hoped more than anything.
Saw as a demon only created for pure evil, you were the only one who truly saw who Ermac truly were, even tho you two didn’t meet in the best circumstances when Shao Khan invaded Edenia to take your mother throne and fuse Edenia with outworld, They never searched to hurt you, feeling a deep sentiment for you, making sure to keep you away from Shao Khan eyes the best they can, swearing that when this all was over, they will be the bodyguard a princess like you deserved. But their soul bound with the emperor didn’t let them much choice and freedom, so they didn’t have much options in their favors other than obeys and yearn for your presence.
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“Princess, please, listen to the others from emperor Shao Kahn, or things could get worse, we wish to protect you, but our soul bounded to the emperor doesn’t let us more than to obey, we wish you to understand” Ermac tried to explain to you while you keep walking away fast as they keep following you desperate
“i wish, Ermac, but how could i even listen to the monster that treating my home and have my mother lock away!, i know you all wish to help, but i need to stop Shao Kahn immediately, if not who?” You answered angry, but they only looked at you trying to think how they could explain better
“My princess, we’re doing our best to keep you away from Shao Kahn’s eyes while you stay here planning for his downfall. But if something happens to you, we are not gonna forgive ourselves” They got on one knee, their head down and a hand on their heart
“Please, it’s too dangerous to fight Shao Kahn without more help, just let us do this for you, and we promise to fix all of this mess one way or another”
without lifting their face, they could hear how you walked away frustrated as they only could sigh
“Don’t do something crazy, princess, we beg you.”
—---
Ermac saw how a figure started to walk closer to them, naming himself as Shujinko, the warrior of the elder gods.
But whoever he was, they asked him if Shujinko could help them to find the soul stone to bring more of his power in Netherland, and they promised to teach the warrior even more love for his future battles.
Thankfully, Shujinko accepted, and came back with the directions to where the soul stone was as Ermac followed.
“So you were created by many souls?” The elder god warrior asked as Ermac nodded.
“We were created to serve the emperor Shao Kahn, but we are too looking for princess Y/N, who disappeared in the hands of Shao Khan when he knew we were helping her revenge against him while we tried to protect her”
“Protecting her? Aren't you all enemies to her? How are you her bodyguard?”
“We are suppose to be enemies, but with the respect and love we feel for her, we promised her that we were going to be her protector, her bodyguard, but we failed her, and the last thing we could do know is keep following the Emperor's wishes, we want it or not, we were created for this."
"that is such great heart you all have, Ermac, she's a lucky princess"
"Honestly? we don't think we deserve er...such a pure, kind soul, with a mess souls like ours? which purpose in their life is the destroy?, she's an angel from heaven to see us with such warm eyes" Ermac keep walking, eyes straight ahead as Shujinko could sense that warm desire of protections from the lost souls.
"The way i see it, Ermac, you are both lucky, you all for having her, and she for having so many souls looking for her safety and love" The warrior said as Ermac could hide a smile from under their bandages.
—--
Shujinko keep his mission helping around and trying to bring was Damashi keeps asking without a second doubt, and when he saw a determinate figure looking around, he went for her. There was something about her he sensed he needed to know.
When Shujinko found you and when you introduced yourself, his eyes wide for a moment hearing your name
“Princess Y/N? Ermac told me about you, your highness!” When you heard the name of Ermac, you couldn't believe they were still alive, thinking Shao Khan could have revenge and destroyed them because of their help for you.
“Ermac?? are they still alive?” You asked hopeful as the warrior nodded.
“Even soul bonded to the emperor, they told me they were keep searching for you all this time”
You didn’t knew if be more happy knowing they were alive, or that they were still looking for you even the danger that implied for them.
“Shujinko, we need to find them and end with Shao khan, if you could help me, that would mean a lot not only to me but to all Edenia…”
"Princess, you and i have a mission to archive, let's get started" With a firm nod, you went to your path and Shujinko follow his and to meet in final battle.
And not only they needed the downfall of Shao Khan, but to end with Onaga mission of have all realms for himself, helping Liu kang to bring his friends back, you being one of the free ones.
You watched as Kenshi free Ermac from they soul bound to Shao Kahn, not more a puppet but souls wanting to make a change and a good life for them and for you.
As Erma was relieved at being free, you were delighted and more than happy seeing them finally free to choose their own way.
As they looked back to you, you smiled widely and ran to them "Ermac!”
“Princess…our princess” They said desperate taking you on their arms hugging you without wanting to let go for a while until you moved a little to look up to their face better, holding it softly between your hands.
“Please our princess, forgive us, we're so sorry, we swear to be the bodyguards we promised you now that we’re free, we won’t fail you again"
“Don’t be sorry, you never failed me, you all put your lives in danger for me, and I couldn't ask for nothing more than such loyalty” You said lovingly relieved seeing theme okay.
“We through Shao Kahn did something terrible to you, so we decide to drown on his orders to try to forget the pain but your face was the only through we had”
You two shared a loving moment in peace as kenshi stayed there clearing his throat ashamed to interrupt the moment.
"Sorry, but..we need to keep going ahead, specially with Ermac help now"
You blushed slightly noticing as you needed to stay focus on the mission, while they haven't been payed much attention keeping their eyes on your face as you speak to Kenshi.
"Oh yeah, sorry...just a princess with her knight in shining armor moment" You smiled gently at them as with confidence, you two went ahead to finish with the mess around the realms, along with Liu kang, his friends and your new royal lovers by your side.
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.
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.
What are your rules when making a request? I don't want to request something that you are not comfortable with
That's alright I should've posted this. sorry about that anon. If there's anything that needs clarifying I'll try to fix it. I looked at other people's rules while trying to figure out my own.
Rules:
- Minors DO NOT INTERACT
- I don’t write anything inappropriate involving minors.
- If the request makes will feel uncomfortable I will not write it [apologies in advance]
- When it comes to pronouns I will try to use gender neutral ones. Unless the request states otherwise.
Will Write:
- Character x Reader
- Headcanons, Drabbles, Oneshots
- The relationship can be either Romantic or Platonic
- I’ll try to write for any mental illness [those might take longer due to researching the illness to make it as accurate as I can], any genders [male, female, non-binary, genderfluid, etc.]
- Fluff, Angst, Smut [well attempt]
- Possessive behaviors
- I will write about family platonic stuff.
Will NOT Write:
- Rape, Non-Con, Incest
- Extreme Gore, Self Harm
- Cheating
- Character x Character
