My favorite commission of the month :3 ordered by @mary-saccharine 🌸💗
I'm proud of how the drawing turned out. Although it has the things I find most difficult to draw: profile faces and bodies lying on the ground. But every drawing can be an opportunity to learn new things ^^
Btw, I kinda like the "Baraka x Pearl" 👁👄👁🦔🌸
you’re an Earthrealmer that had stayed behind in Outworld after Shang Tsung had tried to take over the realms, intent on exploring Outworld and providing aid to those in need
specifically, as an Earthrealmer with healing prowess magically and medicinally, you offered your services to help those with Tarkat
Mileena had agreed almost immediately, needing a cure for her own Tarkat and to help the Tarkatan colonies even further
you’re quick and efficient, finding out that Earthrealmers could not be affected by Tarkat because the cellular processes differed, and so you did a lot of hands-on work with the Tarkatan colonies with finding a cure
more importantly, you always correspond with Baraka, act respectfully, and use much more gentle means than Shang Tsung
right now, you’ve traveled to the camp with a new medicine meant to alleviate the symptoms of Tarkat
it isn’t a cure, but it was better than having to deal with the excruciating pain of the affliction every part of the day
Baraka watches you as you administer the medicine to the camp, carefully prepping their skin for injection and then quickly giving them the shot
there’s a small kid that had somehow survived the first stages of Tarkat, and you pat their head and tell them that they did a wonderful job
you fish something out of your pocket, an Earthrealm candy, and hand it to the child, who beams up at you with a large smile before running off to go back to their home
soon enough, everyone in camp had taken the medicine, and you go up to Baraka with the rest of the medicine and ask if there are any doctors in the camp
he nods and leads to one of the few in camp, and you hand over the rest of the vials of medicine, instructing them on how long to wait for the next shot, when it expires, and etc.
finally, you finish and look up to Baraka, and he nods at you, eying the lowering sun in the distance
he’s not sure if he should ask you to stay for the night, if you would be comfortable, but the woods were much more dangerous when the sun had set
hesitantly, he says that you should stay, that you can travel back to Sun Do tomorrow during the day so that he can escort you when the woods were safer
you glance at the lowering sun, night time already starting fall on the camp, and you agree, asking him where you should sleep
Baraka isn’t sure what comes over him, but he blurts out that you can stay with him, his home in the camp was quite spacey being the leader and all
you look a bit surprised, but then you smile and ask him to lead the way
he nods and starts walking back to his place with you right next to him making small talk, asking how the colony was doing, how Mileena was treating them, and anything else you could possibly think of
Baraka answers, taking his time, and the walk back to him home is quick
it’s a simple house made with mud and brick with one big living space in the middle, and a private space for the restroom but still rather spacious
he enters and gestures for you to sit by the middle fireplace, where he draws his swords and sparks a small light to get the warmth going
you sigh in appreciation and thank him for inviting you into his home, and Baraka says that you’re welcome anything and that you’ve just done so much for the community
you wave him off and say that it was no problem, that this is what you were born for, this is what your magic was useful for and you would fully use that ability
he sighs and still bows to you in respect before heading over to the chests and taking out an extra bedroll for you
handing it over to him, you smile and thank him, unrolling it before you scream
Baraka whips around, swords unsheathing as he looks for a hidden threat, and you look sheepish as he looks at the moths that had flown out of the bedroll, holes littered all throughout the cloth
he clears his throat and resheathes the blades, and he walks over to you to observe the cloth
it’s much too ruined to sleep in now, but it was also his only extra bedroll in his abode
he tells you to sleep in his bedroll in the corner, and you frown at him, telling him that you’ll just sleep by the fire and that this is his home so he should sleep in his own bed
Baraka shakes his head and pushes you gently to his bedroll, and you resist, digging your heels into the dirt
the both of you are at a standstill when you finally ask in a meek voice if he’d like to share the bedroll with you
his face warms, and for once he’s grateful for the teeth as they hide the blush on his face from showing too much
if he shared a bedroll with you, he doesn’t know what might happen
you’re much softer than him, no odd bones or spikes poking out of your skin, and you’re much softer than what Baraka has gotten used to in the past century or so
he clears his throat and says that he shouldn’t, it would not be proper of him, and a small look of disappointment briefly crosses your face before a slight pout appears
you say that you don’t want him to anymore uncomfortable than he has to, especially in his home, and you turn around to look up at him with wide eyes
Baraka lets the gears grind in his head as he hesitates on declining your offer
by the gods, he wants to sleep next to you so badly, to feel your softness and warmth next to him, but at the same time, he doesn’t know if he can resist you if the both of you are in the same bedroll
you say please in a high-pitched whiny voice, and he looks away before sighing and finally relenting to your request
you beam up at him, grabbing onto his hand and dragging him over to the bedroll, and you lean down and pull back the covers
Baraka nearly chokes on his own saliva when you start undressing, taking off your top robes and your pants, leaving you in an undershirt and your underwear
he turns away, pressing his nails into his palm to get himself to calm down, and he waits for the familiar rustle of the blankets before he looks back
you’re buried in the blanket, the length of it engulfing you with its large size, and Baraka has to wave off the lewd thoughts of how he would engulf you as well
clearing his throat, he starts stripping off his robes as well until he’s left in only his pants and underwear, and you can’t keep your eyes off him
your eyes trace the curve of his muscle, the horns sticking out of his skin, and Baraka leans down to get into the bedroll, breaking you out of your trance
you scoot over to make some room for him, but still, the blanket isn’t meant to accommodate two people and so your body smashes right up against his to stay underneath the covers
Baraka tries to stay as still as possible as you squirm and move around to get comfortable, and eventually you settle in close to him, your thigh and arm practically on top of his leg and chest
he tries to keep his breathing shallow to seem as unaffected as possible, and you just snuggle in closer to him, hand moving to rest directly hold onto his shoulder
you’re warm, just as soft as he imagined, and he hopes that you don’t notice how he’s gotten warmer
however, he hears your soft snores soon enough, and he relaxes and tries to get comfortable, focusing his attention away from your fingers holding onto his arm and how your thigh rests atop of yours
staring up at the ceiling, he runs through numbers in his head, repeating small short stories to himself until he feels his eyes droop and his head loll to the side as he falls asleep
the night is dreamless mostly, floating in an empty space that he can rest in, but something pokes and prods at him in his rest
he slowly opens his eyes, blinking away the haziness and freezes as he releases that your head is tucked right underneath his chin
your back is pressed firmly against his chest, and your ass is grinding slowly onto his cock, causing him to just gape down at you as the blood rushes down
Baraka can still hear your snores, the soft sighs of sleep and dreamy breaths, and he can’t move, not with his one hand wrapped around your torso and your hand grabbing onto it like a lifeline
his other arm is underneath your head as well, acting as a secondary pillow for you: he’s fully trapped
you groan in your dream, ass pressing down on him, and he has to let out a slight hiss as his hips buck up instinctively to find more friction
he can feel his fingers twitching, the very base of his core instincts telling him to take you, to fuck you, claim you as his own
Tarkat had brought out the most base instincts in the people it affected, and right now, he was cursing himself for not growing a backbone and declining your offer to sleep in the same bedroll
Baraka tries to take in a deep breath, but unfortunately, now he can smell what you wash your hair with and his cock only grows harder at the scent
he tries to slowly move his arm, but then you whine, holding onto his hand tighter and letting out small pants as you rock your hips backward
you whimper, rubbing your thighs together, and then he hears it, the slight moan of his name
he freezes in his spot, unsure of what to think, but he doesn’t dare to move as you continue to grind down on him in your sleep
his hand twitches, claws digging into your hand, and you whine and whisper out a small what, moving your head to raise it up as you wake up
almost instantaneously, you freeze as you realize the position you’re in, your ass pressed against his cock and your hand grabbing onto his hand like a lifeline
you twitch, almost like you want to get out, but then Baraka holds onto you tighter, not wanting to let you go this time
he hesitates only for a brief moment, but then he asks if you want this, want him, if you’re sure
the gears in your head turn, processing that he held the same feelings for you as you did him, and you turn your head as best as you can to look at him
your lips are parted in surprise, but then you agree with a slight nod of your head
Baraka can’t help it as he moves his hands from under you to hold onto you as he turns onto his back and sits up
you yelp at the sudden movement, your back still pressed against his firm chest, and his hands move to squeeze your chest, pinching at your nipples through your thin undershirt
a small whine escapes from your lips, and you grind your hips down on him as you gasp and moan while he teases your chest
his teeth come down to nip at your skin, leaving the sharp imprint of them in your soft flesh, and he groans at the sight of them
by the gods, he wants to bite you, bite you and draw blood to show everyone that you were his and only his
you continue to whine as he squeezes your chest, and leaning your head back on his shoulder, you beg him to bite you, please, fuck, you need him to bite you
Baraka nearly goes feral at the your begging, and he wastes no time in completing your task for him, sinking his teeth into your flesh just enough to draw blood and show that he was there, that you were his
your body trembles in his arms as he leaves small bites all along you, and your whines are long and loud as you grind into him
one of his hands come down from your chest to move down your panties, and he shreds them with his claws, making you let out a gasp at the show of brute strength
his fingers slide through your folds, and he can feel how wet you are, how your pussy drools with want, and how badly you need him
he brings his fingers up to rub circles into your swollen clit, and you whine at the sensation, trying to grind your hips into his fingers
the sounds you’re making are driving him insane, and he’s slowly losing every bit on his sanity as he continues to rub your clit and listen to you whimper
it’s addicting, like the sweetest music he’s ever heard, and Baraka groans as your ass grinds back into his hard cock
he needs you to cum on his fingers first, to make sure you’re properly wet and relaxed for him, and his fingers speed up, pressing roughly into your clit
you gasp out his name, squirming in his grip and hips bucking forward into his hand to try and get closer and closer
your thighs twitch close as you whine, but he keeps moving his fingers against your sensitive clit, bringing you to your high
you keen loudly and mewl pathetically as you ride out your high on his fingers, head lolling to the side and baring your neck to him
he moves his hand from your chest to pull at the drawstrings of his pants, letting them come loose around his hips
then, he moves both of his hands to wrap underneath your thighs, and you whine and complaint at the loss of pleasure
Baraka ignores your whimpers, standing up in his position, and his pants fall around to his ankles, letting his cock slap against your pussy
you whimper and squirm in his arms, desperate to have him fuck you, and you plead with him in that sweet voice of yours, begging him to please please please fuck you
Baraka pants, nipping at your neck with those sharp teeth of his, and he slowly lines himself up, only thrusting in the tip
you let out a strangled sound, pussy clenching down on the tip of his thick cock, and you make a feeble attempt to squirm and sink down fully onto his length and find that you can’t move in Baraka’s ironclad hold
he moves you up and down, arms flexing with the effort as he sinks you lower and lower onto his cock, and you close your eyes and scrunch your face up in pleasure
with every move of you down on his cock, he hits places you didn’t even know existed and soon enough he’s bottomed out
you tremble in his arms, and Baraka is holding onto only a fraying thread of control as he tries to let you adjust, panting into your ear as he lets the pleasure envelop him
your pussy clenches around him, and you let out a weak please
the thread of his sanity breaks, and he starts fucking into you at a brutal pace, his tip hitting your sweet spot every time
you can only whimper and gasp as he uses you as a toy for his own pleasure, grunting into your ear and saying that you were doing so well for him
the sound of your wet pussy fills the air and drools onto the floor of his abode
but Baraka can’t care, not with your tight cunt wrapped around him so perfectly and sucking him in deeper and deeper
he groans that you’re doing so well for him, such a tight and wet pussy all for him, so soft and pliant underneath his fingertips
you can only moan in agreement, clenching down on him as you cum on his cock this time
Baraka moans out your name at the feeling, hips starting to grow unsteady in their pace as he feels himself reaching his own high
he needs you to come one more time, one more time on his cock, he needs to feel you cum as he cums in you
his grip on your thighs grows tighter as he spreads your legs even farther, and your head lolls back as you let out a small little mewls, too overwhelmed to even say anything
your thighs twitch in his grasp, and your back arches off him, and Baraka groans in your ear to cum for him, cum on his cock like a good pet
it’s all you need as you whine loudly, clenching on his cock and creating a mess on the floor as it drips down
Baraka groans at you squeezing around him, and he thrusts into you, cumming deep inside and rocking his hips into you to ride out both his and your highs
his breaths are unsteady and labored as well as yours, but the both of you eventually calm down
he slowly lets go of one of your thighs, letting you put one foot down and then the other
you moan a little, cock still buried firmly inside your pussy, and Baraka can feel himself twitch at the sound
your legs are shaky, and you can barely hold yourself up as Baraka holds onto your waist to keep you steady
you’re still so pliable, so sensitive right now, and he just needs a little more, just one more time
he brings you down to your knees softly, and you collapse, face buried in the bedroll as Baraka slowly thrusts his hips back and forth, cock hardening quickly inside of your heat
just one more, that’s what he tells himself as he presses a hand against the small of your back to force you into a deeper arch as he starts fucking into you again
When Kenshi, Jonnhy, Kung Lao and Reader (female or GN, if you don't like writing a female reader) go after Shang Tsung and arrive at the Tarkatan camp, while the three men are fighting against the soldiers and Tarkatans, the reader is chasing Shang Tsung when her attention is diverted by a soldier hurting a child (orphan or with parents also infected). The reader, instead of continuing his pursuit, decides to save the child, calming him down (perhaps in a very maternal way?), picking him up without fear (may or may not know about the infection, and have immunity?) and return to the camp. And then the attraction of Baraka would begin.
request by @multiverse-fandoms-2001
❝ [kind, even to monsters] ❞
✦ oneshot : baraka x fem!reader
(♡) synopsis: During the event of trying to capture Shang Tsung, your pursuit was halted as a child infected with tarkat was seen being harmed. You stopped everything to help him and someone had witnessed your kind actions. . . but why help people like them?
a/n: Hiii lovely! I enjoyed writing this, but I'm a bit worried it was not what you asked for. I hope you like it and please, tell me if I did anything wrong. Thank you and I appreciate the request!
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ "Y/n! Go after Shang Tsung, we can handle this here!" Kenshi yelled from across the field.
You nodded and quickly chased after the creature you were sure Shang Tsung had shifted into. You tried your best swerving past as many as you could. Many of them trying to attack from all sides. It was troublesome to say the least, but just as you were about to snag a hand around Shang's arm, a small child-like scream could be heard.
Your feet dug into the ground as your head shot in the direction of the scream. One of Shang's soldiers had a sword held up to one of the child creatures. You hissed and made a dash toward the two, your body crashing into the child just as he swung his blade down.
A guttural scream leaves your throat, the sword cutting open a large gash into your calf.
The soldier glared at you as you tried to crawl away from him with the child in your arms. The kid had no idea who you were, but couldn't help but cling to your body as your arms shielded him. "It's okay," You whispered. "It's okay, everything is going to be alright." Your hand caressed the little boy's head in an attempt to comfort him.
Your breathe hitched, arms tightening around the boy as you watched the soldier raise his blade above his head, ready to swing down on you.
You heard the boy crying into your shoulder and all you could do was whisper comforting words as you prepared for the swing. However, it never came. Another one of those creatures had came just in time to stab the soldier dead.
Unable to be sure whether he would attack you next, you refrained from putting down your guard.
"I will do you no harm." He says.
You squinted your eyes at him until the footsteps of your teammates came rushing forward from behind.
"He's right, we made an agreement." Kenshi says, but pauses as he notices your bleeding leg. "Y/n! What happened?!"
You groan a little, the little boy still huddled in your arms. "I'm sorry, I let Shang Tsung escape... I just couldn't-"
Baraka steps forward, his eyes holding a look of confusion. "She had saved one of our own." He says.
Kenshi and the others all look down to see the young tarkatan in your arms.
You revealed the boy with a small smile. "I couldn't just let a child get hurt...you understand right?"
Kenshi nods, slowly wrapping a fabric around your leg. "It's okay, we can still track him down. You should be more careful though."
The young tarkatan had left your arms, running toward Baraka. Baraka knelt down and made sure the boy was unharmed.
"You are unharmed?" He asks the kid. The young tarkatan nods and then turns slightly to see you being tended by Kenshi. "That woman...why did she help me, we're monsters aren't we?" The boy casts a forlorn look to the ground. Baraka frowns and pats the boy's head.
"I do not know. She is. . .an odd one"
The boy's eyes flicker to you once again before leaving to his own parents. Baraka watches him leave and then turns back to the earthrealmers and after conversing with them, he had agreed to lead them to Shang Tsung's laboratory in hopes of aiding their mission.
And ever since that event, you couldn't help but notice how Baraka would stare at you. Especially during your walk to Shang Tsung's laboratory. Even after that, during the incident of being captured and thrown into a cell. He seemed to hover over you. You noticed how he would strike down opponents who would steer too close to you and give you a nod of acknowledgement every time.
Now, as you walked through the forest of souls, Baraka let you lean on his body to support your leg with Kung Lao and Johnny aiding Kenshi.
Baraka didn't spare you any glances this time. His gaze only forward. You so badly wanted to speak to him, your eyes glued to your feet as you limped. You pursed your lips and finally mustered up the courage to speak to the tarkatan. "I should thank you." You say softly.
"For what." His raspy voice reaches your ears, yet as rough a it sounded, he bore no malice in it.
You smile a little. " You saved me from one of Shang's soldiers back there. And not only that... I've noticed you've been protecting me. Is there a reason why?"
Baraka let's out a low growl. "You are a strange woman. Never once have I seen someone risk their lives to save us."
"You mean tarkatans?" You quirk a brow.
"Yes."
You hum. "I don't see why not. It's not like you guys chose to be infected. It's not right to disregard your lives because of it, plus, I couldn't let a child die. Whether that child is of a different species, infected, or just different . . . a child is a child."
Baraka's eyes finally meet yours and you suddenly felt embarrassed by his gaze. "A strange woman indeed, but admirable." He notes. "I did what I did because I felt drawn to your presence. I had never seen what you did before happen."
A warm wave rushed to your face. You didn't know why, but something about Baraka started to draw you to him too. "I see." You say.
It was then, after everything, you would be heading back home with your friends along with two new allies, Syzoth and Ashrah.
Your eyes lingered on the tarkatan as he turned to head back to his colony and your feet began to move on it's own, rushing after the man.
"Baraka wait!" Your hand grips onto his wrist. His red orbs turn to look into your own, waiting for you to speak.
"I," You hesitate for a moment. "It was nice getting to meet you, perhaps one day, we could meet again... under different circumstances."
He nods. "Yes, I agree."
"And," You end up grabbing both of his hands this time, holding them in your own. There was a notable difference in the size of your hands and you felt embarrassed once again. "I would like to get to know you more the next time we meet. . . in a more meaningful matter."
If Baraka could look just as embarrassed as you, he would, but his face had remained unmoved.
"I would love that." He says, thumbs brushing over your hands. Even his ears looked slightly more upwards, somewhat like a happy cat. "I will be awaiting your visit, y/n."
You smile and bow, leaving to catch up with the others.
Johnny's eyes flash between you and Baraka's departing figure, a disturbed look on his face. "Don't tell me that you and-"
"Shut it Cage." You hiss.
He raises his hands up in defense. "Okay crazy lady, whatever floats your boat."
Saw the second Mortal Kombat movie in the cinemas, and it was really good (even better than the first one in my opinion). I would definitely recommend it, but It's good to watch the first movie before watching the second one for obvious reasons
Had a couple laughs thanks to the performances from Karl Urban and Josh Lawson who played Johnny Cage and Kano respectively, and I would definitely go see it again if I could and if I had the money. But for now, I'll have to wait for it to come out on DVD
