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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.

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Audience of One

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.

[hitchyboi]

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 ;)

[hitchyboi]

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

[hitchyboi]

Batfish things

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me when?

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(someone needs to take my phone away and lock me up in a cage i stg)

(i make a version of this joke like every other week)

[hitchyboi]

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

[hitchyboi]

More headcanons from Bi-han please 😘

❄️MK1 Bi-Han Headcanons #3❄️

~What Dating him is like~

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 ;)

[hitchyboi]

TBH Just wanted to make a post showing how pretty my Rook is, I LOVE TALL HORNED WOMEN 💖

Her name is Amaris~

She's currently romancing Emmrich cause ima simp for his light Gomez Addams vibes I wanna be his Morticia

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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

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MK1 Girls- How They Sleep With You💤

Ashrah

Very soft and sweet lady

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

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Sometimes, he gets a bit lazy…

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❄️Subzero/Bi-Han Headcanons #2 ❄️

Featuring Noob Saibot

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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Caught in the Cattle Chute - Nubbins Sawyer x GN!Reader

Summary: When Reader is just trying to do some chores and clean up the slaughterhouse, they get an interesting surprise from their lover.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings / Tags: they/them pronouns, gender neutral! reader, established relationship, rough sex, surprise creampie?, blood/dirt/grossness, groping, fingering, grinding/humping, unprotected sex, slight dubcon? kinda

A/N: this is porn with no plot, enjoy!…. maybe a part two will happen?

The slaughterhouse was an interesting place, to say the least. It was dingy and gross, covered in grime and blood… and yet, somehow, it was serene and almost peaceful. It wasn’t regularly used or habited by anybody, family members or not. There were always ambient noises, dust settling, pipes squeaking and the wind flowing through the trees outside.

Leaning over the table towards the back of the slaughterhouse, the newest member of the family hummed to themselves, gently picking up a severed hand out of a pile of dried blood. The hand was stiff and pale, they threw it into a nearby bucket that was slowly filling up with various body parts. They hummed to themselves as they used an old rag to wipe down the bloody, dirty table. It was not a necessary chore to clean up the slaughterhouse… or any of the Sawyers’ house really. The only member of the family that truly cared about cleaning up the houses was Nancy, and she never came to the slaughterhouse anyway. Cleaning it up was just a nice, time-wasting thing to do while the rest of the family were too busy doing their own chores.

There was a noise from somewhere else in the building. A thud like something fell over. Another hand was thrown into the bucket, and then a few different bones. The person paid no mind to the noise, this area always had noises coming from another room, this was normal. The thud came again.

They kept wiping down the table, collecting body parts and trying to clean as best as they could with a dirty rag and lots of elbow grease. Before they could comprehend what was happening, they were grabbed suddenly. Two thin, yet strong, arms wrapped around their midsection, immediately going to their chest. They scream in surprise, not expecting the attack, dropping their rag onto the even dirtier ground.

“H-hey preeetty!” Nubbins’ excited voice rang out in their ear as he leaned his head down to their neck, sniffing at it deeply.

“I-I-I was lookin’ for you!” He chirped out, moving his body to be flush against his lover’s back.

“Nubs?! What’re you doin’?!” His lover tried to move away and turn around to face the man, but his grip was iron. He ignored their questioning as he moved further into their space, pushing them off balance, forcing them to hold onto the table in front of the pair. Nubbins’ large hands kept groping and feeling their body, moving over their chest and pushing at their lower stomach in an attempt to push them ever closer to this rigid body.

“Hang- hang on! Can we just-“ They got cut off when they tried to pry off Nubbins’ hands from their chest. That’s when they felt it, grinding hard against their ass, a hard bulge in Nubbins’ pants.

Nubbins started to moan into his lover’s neck.

“You- you just- you feel so g-good!” He moved his hands over their body, squeezing their soft flesh harder than necessary. His lover’s body was growing hotter by the second, their mind going foggy.

“I-I-I just neeed this!” He cooed and shushed his lover, using more force to rub his hard on against their clothed ass.

“Hey! Nubbins!” They tried to stand up straight and pull their body away from his, but it was no use. Nubbins used that opportunity to push them harder. Their hand slipped from the table as they fumbled onto the floor.

In the fall, both parties failed to notice how close they were to a giant bucket of blood, dripping from a nondescript bag on a hook. For a second, Nubbins lost his grip on his lover. They fell and knocked over the bucket, spilling the bloody contents all over themselves. The clean new clothes they were wearing were immediately ruined, most of the blood ending up on their torso, arms and face.

“Ah! Come on, Nubs!” They tried to protest while rubbing blood out of their face, but it was no use, their skin was now tinted an aggressive red.

As if the hitchhiker wasn’t already in a state of animalistic need, seeing his beautiful lover covered in blood only worsened his feeling.

“Y-you- look…” One of his large, honey hands went down and palmed his bulge as his partner was beginning to stand up on their own. He was frozen for a minute, unable to move purely because his head was overwhelmed with so many thoughts at once.

“Nubs, I just got this shirt… an’ I’m tryin’ to clean.” They were mermering to themselves as they stood and stumbled a little, trying not to slip on the blood.

Before they could catch themselves, Nubbins did it for them. He rushed to grab them again, this time somehow more feverish. His hands moved around the blood and rubbed it all over their face and chest.

“Oo-ooh-!” His voice was high and excited, his brain losing all coherence so all his words began to slur and become word vomit.

“Hang on- Just let me-“ They tried to protest and move away, but they couldn’t get a grip on his arms with their own being covered in slick blood.

“Pree-tty, preetty, pretty, pre-etty- “ He kept moving forward and forward, invading all their personal space. His partner struggled to not fall over, instead slipping on their own feet and the blood on the ground.

With one strong grab on Nubbins’ forearm and his lover slipping in the opposite direction, they were able to free themselves from his grasp once more.

His lover yelped as they tripped from the hitchhikers grasp, instead falling head first into a cattle chute. The chutes lined this side of the slaughterhouse, they hadn’t been used in a while. Now most of them were rusted, dusty and broken from time. Nobody has touched them in years.

As their head shot through the chute, their shoulders slammed into the metal hard. They yelled at the impact; the force was so aggressive that the cattle chute slammed shut, closing around their neck and trapping their head on the other side of the chute.

“Nubbins! Nubbins! Help me!” They cried, using their bloody arms to push and pull at the chute, the metal not even creaking under their force. The only thing that did was get blood and handprints all over the metal machine.

Nubbins was too busy babbling nonsense to help his lover. As they squirmed and thrashed against their new bindings, he couldn’t help but get that same feeling he had when they got covered in blood. He rushed to his partner, slipping on the bloody floor but regained his balance before falling.

“You- you soooo- an’ this-“ Nubbins laughed as his hands slammed into his lover’s ass cheeks unceremoniously, smacking loud smacking noises in the process. The man squeezed and groped at their ass, moving up to their sides.

“Whoa-ah!” His partner jumped at the sudden contact and aggression.

“Hey, I’ll help you, if you get me out! This- this ain’t funny!” They kept squirming, pulling uselessly on the undisturbed metal around their neck. The man kept laughing, at the sight, the situation, at his own lover.

Nubbins shoved his bulge right up to their ass, his hands nonstop groping his lover’s soft body. He pulled their hips backward, causing their jaw to slam against the metal.

“Hey! Ow! Stop it!” Nubbins didn’t stop. He only kept rambling to himself and pulling on his partner’s hips, pushing his hard on right against them.

“Just get me out of here! Please!” His partner kept trying to plead, their cries fell on deaf ears.

Nubbins kept laughing and groping at his partner, loving being able to feel their heat through their pants. It was addicting for him to rub his bulge all over it. His cock rubbed against his zipper so hard it nearly hurt, not enough to make him uncomfortable, just enough to make him painfully harder. In his hazed mind, Nubbins stayed rubbing against his partner, only taking one hand off of them to messily yank open his belt and zip down his fly. His loose grey pants fell to the ground instantly, the belt being the only thing that held them up.

His cock was longer than it was wide and curved to the side. The dark pubic hair resting all around it was completely natural, running up and up onto his flat stomach. Standing straight out, completely at attention, his head was flushed red and already shiny with precum. His balls hung heavier than normal, full from how long it’s been since he’s had the chance to ravage his lover like this. Nubbins wasn’t experienced enough to know how to take care of himself properly, so most of the time, he went without any release for days, and sometimes weeks.

“Nubbins! What’re you doin’?! Get me outta here first! Someone might come in an’ find us!” They pushed at the cattle chute more, to no avail. They tried to cover up their raising voice with the scolding, but it didn’t work. Their breathing got heavier and even they could feel the effect being in this predicament had on their body. Their legs started to tremble as they held onto the cattle chute, no longer pushing, just using it to try to keep themselves stable.

With his cock free, Nubbins rubbed even harder against his lover. The layers between them getting thinner and thinner, only serving to make his excitement rise.

“Fee-el good- soooo good!” He rambled, focusing on how he could feel their heat more prominently on his cock now, with his pants being discarded. His bones hands grabbed at his partner’s cheeks again. His grip landed on the waistband on their pants, he pulled them backward aggressively, less like he was trying to strip them, and more like he was now using the clothing as more leverage to get even closer.

His partner kept trying to protest, but the lord Nubbins pulled at their pants, the more their brain went foggy. They could feel how hard he was, how long he was, the cold air of the slaughterhouse hit the tops of their cheeks as Nubbins’ pulled their pants halfway down.

“You… soo pretty… I-I really… like-“ Nubbins rambled out as his hands slid into the back of his partners pants, pulling them down only barely. The fabric was stuck on their thighs, it was barely low enough for Nubbins to reach their hole. With only their thin cotton underwear in the way, everything felt heightened.

“The-ese a-are pretty ttoo!” Nubbins pulled at the white cotton, making his lover squirm even more. He pulled them up and down and sideways, playing with the fabric. Nubbins grabbed his cock and moved it in between the fabric and his partner’s skin, starting to rub up against their hole directly. They both let out pathetic moans, his partner’s legs trembled more.

“W-wait-“ His lover tried to get him to slow down, but there was no getting through to him when he was like this. It was like he was an animal reverting back to his natural state, like he couldn’t think about anything other than cumming.

As if his lover’s underwear wasn’t wet already, his pre being spread up and down the back of them only made it worse. They were somewhat translucent from the fluid, Nubbins could see the pink of his own cock through the white. The sight only made him run up against them harder.

Finally having enough teasing, Nubbins ripped the underwear with his bare hands, not even having enough patience to use his knife. The fabric stayed wedged between his lover’s crotch and their pants, but it was now in pieces.

“N-now-“ Nubbins barely said a word before he rammed his cock deep into his partner. They both moaned out, his lover letting out shaky breaths, having to hold onto the metal chute with white knuckles. Nubbins laughed at the familiar feeling, barely giving himself a second, he roughly grabbed their ass and began pulling them back and forth onto his cock, spearing it deep every single time. His balls slammed into their body, making a lewd wet noise coming from beneath the pair.

For a moment, he went as deep as he could and just grinded into their wet hole, his balls rubbing up against their ass. He leaned down and shoved his face into their back, licking at the blood on their shirt. His forehead rested on their back, his face now smeared with blood, his smile painted pink.

The quiet, slow moment only lasted so long before Nubbins couldn’t take it. He was never known for his patience. Without warning, he dug his nails into his lover’s sides, nearly drawing blood. He slammed his cock into their hole over and over, repeating a whimpery little mantra.

“So-o so-so good, s-so soft…” Nubbins’ hands were covered in blood, old from the bucket and new from his partner. His nails were dirty, they got blood caked under them as he raked them over his partner's back, pulling at their shirt.

Quickly, Nubbins’ reached up and grabbed his straight razor from the little furry pouch that hung around his neck. He laughed and squinted his eyes as he cut through his lover’s shirt, slicing it in half and pulling the pieces off of their trembling body hastily. He raised the pieces high, not stopping the movement in his hips as he scrunched up the shirt in his dirty hands and rung it out like a used towel. The dirty old blood rushed out of the fabric, splashing onto their back. Drops flew all over the pair, getting onto Nubbins’ shirt and into his partner's hair. After he was satisfied with the amount of blood covering his partner, he dropped the shirt on the ground and used his hands to rub around the blood, smearing it into their skin.

“Ha- ha-! Lookie! Y-You look gooood!” Nubbins laughed as he covered his hands in the blood, dragging it down their spine, all the way to their ass. His hips didn’t stop moving into his lover as the blood began to drip down their cheeks. The hasty movement from his hips made the blood flow faster down his lover’s hole and his own cock.

“Oh-oh! Th-that is- ah-!” Nubbins’ sentence ran off as it turned into a pure moan. He never paid attention to his volume level, but especially when he was balls deep in his partner. Said lover was struggling to stay still with all the movement, their legs trembling and nearly buckling under the aggression and pure power coming from the unpredictable man.

Nubbins leaned over their back, continuing to rub the blood all over them. His nails dragged harshly onto their stained skin, slowly ripping it open. As did the bone bracelet that adorned his right wrist, it started to rip up their skin as his hand and wrist were dragged roughly all over their body. Nubbins didn’t even realize what he was doing, all the blood he was making his own lover shed. The man moved his hands under their torso to hold onto their chest. His hands were full as he groped and pulled at any skin he could get his hands onto. He used his harsh grip as leverage as he was now hunched over their body at an awkward angle, to continue his harsh thrusts.

His partner lifted one hand off of the cattle chute and held onto the large one on their chest. Both of them just moaned, Nubbins laughing and his partner closer to screaming.

Suddenly, Nubbins heard a much louder scream than normal as he decided to shove his teeth deep into his partner’s back.

“F-fuck, Nubs- hang on-! Ple-ase!” They tried to beg for mercy but their pleas only made Nubbins laugh harder. He slowly dragged his teeth out of the deep, bloody gouge in their skin. He shoved his big nose into the wound and licked at it, getting even more blood all over his face and teeth.

“Mmm- you ta-taste so good you might as well be deeesert tonight!” He laughed as he added more bite marks, his hands moved down to his lover’s hips, harshly digging his dirty nails into them and pulling them back against his cock.

“W-wait! To-too much, Nubbins!” His lover screamed, trying to move away from not only his mouth, but his cock that was continuously burying itself as deep as possible.

Before they could say anything, their body jolted and released onto their thighs and Nubbins’ already soaked cock. Their legs shook aggressively and nearly gave out, they had to grip onto the cattle chute so hard that their hands hurt.

“Fu-uck!” Their voice was broken and shaking, just like the rest of their body. It was so intense that it even made Nubbins’ hips stall for a moment, he couldn’t take the pressure that surrounded his cock. Even after his lover came, Nubbins didn’t stop, his hips grew more sporadic as he just threw himself at them over and over, bruising their backside.

“A-ah-! So- tight-!” Nubbins started to cum before either of them knew what was happening. After a quick second, he realized he started to cum inside and he ripped his cock out of his partner’s hole as fast as he could. The rest of his cum landed on his lover’s ass and their back, adding more color to the painting that covered their body. The man used his thumb to press his cock against his lovers hole, rubbing against it while he breathed heavy, watching his cum spray all over their soft skin. He could see his cum dripping on the edge of their hole and the sight nearly made him hard again.

“Lookie at aaall this-“ Nubbins said, his voice rougher and breathy, getting his hands covered in the blood, cum and sweat that covered his partner. He stuck two of his dirty fingers in their hole, not even trying to give them pleasure, just to pull out all the cum that he accidentally sprayed inside.

“T-This needs to be he-here…” He trailed off, like he was talking to himself. The man rubbed his dirty fingers, that were now covered in his own cum, all over their hole, making sure that it was messy and beautiful.

“Fuck…” Struggling to not collapse onto the ground, they tried to look back at their partner as he talked.

“Nubs, can you- can you help me now? Please?” They tried to ask but Nubbins had already pulled up his pants. He gave his partner’s bare all a mindless tap.

“I-I-I don’ know how ta work the chute!” He laughed, gesturing to the machine. His lover started to panic, pulling at the metal, leaving more angry red marks on the sides of their neck. Nubbins’ forte was more mechanics of the homemade variety. If he didn’t make the machine to begin with, chances were he couldn’t figure it out.

“What?! What d’you mean?! Ya don’t know how to open it-?!” Using one hand, they tried, and failed, to pull up their pants. The fabric was too tight, their legs too weak and the fact that they were covered in multiple gross liquids didn’t make the fabric move very easily.

“Fuck- Shit- Nubbins, help me!” They kept struggling, and pulling against the metal, simultaneously trying to fix their unfixable wardrobe.

“I k-know! I’ll go git Johnny!” Nubbins said with his big lopsided smile, proud of his own idea. His partner felt their heart drop, their face losing all color.

“No! Nonono- No! Nubbins, don’t you dare!” They kept thrashing and screaming, now trying to use their legs and more of their body to pull at their binding.

They could hear Nubbins’ laughter, it was loud and obnoxious. He kept giggling maniacally as he gave them a few more spanks on their ass before fixing his belt and nearly running out of the room.

Nubbins just kept laughing as his lover just kept yelling at him. The last thing they heard was the leather metal door to the slaughterhouse be ripped open and then slammed shut, sealing their fate.

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🟢Dating Ermac Headcanons #2🟢

A surprising romantic, and thankfully he's got many minds to help collaborate on sweet words and actions one could direct to his partner

Sometimes... Some of the souls couldn't care less and will make their displeasure known and that can quickly sour Ermac's mood

The constant turmoil of sorting through his soul's and their desires along with his own can cause him feeling quite lost and isolated ironically enough.

Planning date nights is a favorite of Ermac's to do to, he enjoys surprising you with such a gesture and even hoping to impress you.

Date nights with Ermac frequently will include a walk through the park or forest, a place where you two can simply enjoy the other's company and the time to talk about whatever comes to mind. As always Ermac listens intently to everything you say.

Afterwards you both will find a nice spot to settle down and enjoy the picnic that Ermac had prepared, using his telekinesis to carry everything. He will not let you do a thing to help set it up, tonight he is the one servicing and providing for you.

It's soft and sweet, nothing fancy as Ermac doesn't have Earthrealm money to spend but he puts the effort to make you feel adored and cared about the entire time.

Will weave flowers together to make those little bracelets and necklaces to gift you during the picnic. He wishes he could give you more, real jewels that would match the beauty you've given to his world but for now the flowers work just as nicely.

Brings a good bottle of wine with though Ermac is no longer allowed to partake in the alcohol.

Both of you had learned the hard way his body cannot handle alcohol due to the conflicting different tolerances between his souls.

Very awkward and unsure of physical affection at first. Would literally lay on the bed stiff as a damn board when you tried cuddling up to him with a dumbfounded look on his face.

Overtime however Ermac has grown to enjoy the soft forms of affection. A chaste kiss as they pass by, knuckles brushing against yours while walking next to each other (levitating in his case), his leg resting close to yours when sitting.

Small but constant touches that assure Ermac you're there no matter what y'all are doing. Like a tether to keep his focus on the present with you rather than all his worries.

Develops an interest in gardening, specifically herbs. Earthrealm herbs are much different than the ones in Outworld but the similarities fascinate him. Many Earthrealm herbs posses similar healing benefits as Outworld's but just on a much smaller scale.

Will piece together bouquets of the different herbs he grows as gifts to give to you. He's a pretty decent florist though you don't know where he keeps finding the ribbons he ties them with.

I DID IT!!! I BRING MORE ERMAC HEADCANONS FINALLY!!

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Hello 😃, I loved Bi-han's headcanons, and I wanted to ask if you could make a 2nd part of headcanons Please

Of course! ^-^ A second list of headcannon's for Bi-Han are absolutely in the works!

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🔥Scorpion/Kuai Liang Headcanons #1🔥

Y'all I'm so sorry about my lack of activity that's been a month at least I think... Been working on projects for college and it's been taking a lot of my time and zapping any energy to write. T^T I promise I'll get more stuff out once my projects are completed, I have ideas and things in the works!

Much like Bi-Han, Kuai's body naturally runs warm however Kuai controls it to make sure he doesn't burn people by just shaking their hands. Bi-Han had no care and doesn't want people touching him.

Kuai also grew up learning to play an instrument, while Bi-Han chose to learn the Dizi; Kuai learned to play the Banhu.

He's a frequent visitor of Madame Bo's, he enjoys visiting after his missions and relaxing with some freshly brewed tea she serves. He always makes sure he's in more relaxed and casual clothes as its his time to unwind and relax from his duties.

Has a specific table at Madame Bo's that he will ALWAYS sit at, it has become his table at this point. It's a simple table located closer towards the windows where the sun shines pleasantly onto. A small image of a scorpion has been carved into the wood of the table after one night he went there with his brothers and had a little more sake than he should've.

Absolutely brings Tomas to Madame Bo's as well if they both have the time or after another dispute between Tomas and Bi-Han has happened.

Daddy's boy, Kuai adored his father and worshipped the ground he walked on. He wanted to be able to make him proud and work hard for the Lin Kuei and Earthrealm's protection. His father was his idol.

Giant Family man

Kuai is the peacekeeper both between his siblings and in the clan itself. He wants nothing more than his siblings to get along and tries to find compromises and ways to dim the fire Bi-Han directs towards Tomas. Because he's used to being the voice of reason many clan member's will go to Kuai rather than Bi-Han when they have concerns, knowing Kuai will take the time to listen to them and find a more effective way to bring it up to the grandmaster.

Multiple clan members have made comments of how Kuai would've been a better Grandmaster but Kuai shoots them down and defends his brother each time. Until Bi-Han betrayed him.

Has always looked forward to finding a partner to marry and have a family of his own to take care of. Kuai wants to be as good and noble a father his own father was to him.

Kuai is an avid reader in the small moments of free time he can get. He enjoys sitting out in the gardens on a calm morning and relaxing with a good book. He's a sucker for romance.

Big animal lover, specifically cats as they also naturally draw towards Kuai due to his warmer body temperature.

Has a pet cat that's his little buddy whenever he's home. The little guy will frequently be cuddled up on his shoulder while Kuai reads or is just going about his daily routine.

Has considered on multiple occasions of getting a pet scorpion... He still considers it from time to time

(@cemetery-sunset 's headcannon; They know nothing about mortal kombat but offered to help XD) Kuai Liang collects postal stamps.