#ESPECIALLY THE 🥩 MEAT ARM 🥩

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Could you do some possessive Baraka x reader? :)

BOY CAN I

Mine

Baraka x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, SMUT, Jealous!Baraka, sex, voyeurism (?), exhibitionism (?) unprotected sex, feral/predator, primal sex, biting (c'mon we've all seen this man's teeth), blood play (sort of), breeding kink, slight Kanon fudging for plot reasons

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

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You were his prized possession, an Edenian who wanted to learn more about Tarkatan culture and customs. Who better to learn from than the leader of the clans, Baraka, who had the good graces of Kitana Kahn?

You studied them well. From your tiny village, you'd only ever heard stories of them, or encountered the occasional raiding tribe that tried (and failed) to pillage your homes.

You knew they were nomadic, that much was a given considering how rarely your own people interacted with them.

But you always wanted to know more. Now that Kitana Kahn brokered a peace with them, you pleaded, as an imperial scribe, to study them. (And oh, boy, learning about the Ritual of Blood was very interesting.)

She agreed, believing that the people learning about one another would bring everyone closer together.

Little did she know that it would bring you and Baraka together as well.

You found out about the so-called Time Merger, what Kotal Kahn had done to his people, and what the Titan Kronika promised him in return. In spending long hours listening, conversing... Until it morphed into him glancing at you longer and longer. Imagining how your soft flesh would be so pliant in his large, leathery hands. How sweet you would taste.

It made him salivate at the thought of tasting you.

It started out with the courting rituals, bringing you freshly hunted meat, weapons, muttering soft, raspy words in his native tongue.

You had a few relationships in your long life, but none ever lasted long.

Whereas many were hesitant, or reserved, Baraka pledged himself to you wholly, "proving" he was good enough to be your mate.

And... Yeah. You gave in to his passion, so intense that your mind could barely catch up. More than once that passion wound up with you having gravel and sand embedded in your knees, bits of desert scrub clinging to your hair as he pounded into you from behind, grooves and scratches in your skin where he'd grazed you with his claws and fangs.

Sex with a Tarkatan? Intense was the tamest word you could use to describe it. Feral was one of the others. It was rough, primal, full of pure animalistic need to not make love, but to mate; to claim you. And you'd be lying if you tried to deny it and say you didn't enjoy it.

At least a little...

The marks he would leave on you, he would go on to explain, were to ensure other Tarkatans would not dare make a move on you. However, those outside of their tribe didn't understand. Yeah, explaining to Kitana Kahn what the marks meant was... awkward to say the least.

Where Tarkatans knew to leave you be, other Outworlders and Earthrealmers did not. Males especially would gaze at you with lust-filled eyes and stand far too close for his liking.

It was after one such situation, where an envoy was sent to administer some supplies as a gesture of goodwill to the tribe that Baraka was particularly set off.

One of the men in the group decided to flirt with you, lean in and give cheap compliments in hopes of getting you out of your clothes, to sneak away for a moment of unsatisfying carnal want.

He knew you were loyal, but something about the way that you smiled and genuinely laughed at one of his jokes had Baraka seething with rage. He could feel the blades in his arms flex and shift, wanting to rend the flesh from that soft, weak little man's body.

But he waited until the man's feeble attempts at courtship ended, before he dragged you off the moment the sky blackened and stars twinkled high above.

"Baraka! What--?" You were interrupted by a deep snarl; and Baraka pinned you against a boulder, inhaling deeply your scent. A mixture of his musk and the scented oils you fancied. But now, it was tainted by that foul man's stench.

It was like silt and mud staining a perfectly glassy pool in a desert oasis. He would not tolerate it.

"I can smell him on you." His gravelly voice tumbles out against your skin, his hot breath and bits of saliva dripping onto your shoulder.

"I don't like it."

You barely had a moment to think before his hands gripped the front of your tunic, and with a hard tug, ripped it right down the front, exposing your breasts to the cooling night air.

"Baraka! Someone will see us!" You hiss at him, moving to cover yourself, looking around in a panic.

It was one thing for him to pin you down and fuck you somewhere secluded, hidden, or even in his own tent...

But you were far too close to the camp and the envoy for your liking.

"Let them see. They need to know you are mine." He snarled, pinning your hands on either side of your head as he leaned in once more, scraping his jagged fangs over the flesh of your throat.

He licked at your skin, briefly, before moving up to your lips and shoving his tongue inside mercilessly, threatening to choke you out of your oxygen. For added measure, he took your bottom lip in his teeth and bit hard enough to puncture and cause a small rivulet of blood to drip down your chin, making you whine as he licked it up, before shoving his tongue back inside your mouth to tangle with your own; the sweet, coppery flavor of your blood invading your taste buds.

He pulled away, leaving a sloppy trail of saliva to mix with your blood as his hands fell to your hips, gripping you tight, the spikes on his arms tearing into the soft fabric of your dress as he tugged slightly.

You could hear the seams ripping beneath his claws as he did this.

You let out a gasp when he parted your thighs with his knee, and he grabbed your hand, forcing you to palm his fattening cock that hung beneath his trousers.

"I will make sure they know you belong to me. That you're mine." He said to you.

You felt your mouth water and your cunt flutter at the promise of having him inside of you.

You could see spittle dribble down his chin as his nostrils flared, his red-gold eyes focusing on you with all their intensity.

"I can ssssssmell you." He said, his voice rumbling lowly and hotly against your throat.

He shoved his hand beneath your skirt, chuckling madly when he discovered nothing beneath, feeling how wet you were already.

"Hrrr." Baraka hissed. "Don't lie to me. You've been wanting this all day."

You tipped your head back, biting your lip hard to stifle your moans as Baraka teased your folds, wetting his hand before he forced two of his fingers inside of you, mindful of his claws as he curled and twisted them, stretching you out.

"Be a good girl for me." He hissed, abruptly pulling himself free and aggressively licking his fingers clean while staring directly into your eyes.

You whimpered, then, when he gripped your hips and spun you around with dizzying force, his hand between your shoulders, forcing you down until you were practically bent in half in front of him. Baraka hiked your skirt up over your hips and spread your legs wide, pussy glistening and wet. All for him.

Only him. He just needed to remind you of that, and he would, he made sure of the fact as he tugged his trousers down and freed himself.

He gripped the base of his cock with one hand, taking a moment to line himself up. You had to bite into your knuckle to swallow back the wail that tried to rip from your throat as he thrust inside of you, cramming his hard cock deep within you, the tip harshly slamming against your cervix in one animalistic thrust.

Some Tarkatans mated for life, and he definitely wanted to keep you. No other weaker male would have you. He wouldn't let them. He'd slaughter them first.

He pulled out, leaving only the tip of his cock, before snapping his hips back into you, a short yelp bubbling out at the force, feeling the air in your lungs leap with the ferocity of his pace.

You bit back your sounds, not wanting anyone to overhear the two of you as Baraka relentlessly pounded into you, fucking more and more of your slick down your legs, dripping into the cracked, sandy ground below.

Baraka had no such compunction. He was quite the opposite.

He wanted someone to hear you. For them to know how good he fucked you, how he took care of you. How he satisfied you.

And god, was he doing an amazing job.

Every thrust had your mind going blank, vision fuzzy at the edges.

He brought his hand around your front, viciously swiping at your clit as he pummeled your guts ruthlessly with his dick, knowing full well you were close to cumming, he was just trying to bring you to that delicious edge quicker.

Your walls fluttering around him, you finally choked out a sob as he fucked you through your orgasm, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as he bit down on your shoulder, lapping up the blood that welled up from the punctures.

He bullied his cock into you faster, and faster until he couldn't take your pussy squeezing him any longer, snarling and snapping his jaws at the air as he emptied every last drop of his seed into your greedy womb.

He hadn't heard of a Tarkatan breeding with an Edenian, but he was certainly not above trying with you. He brought his hand up from your aching and throbbing clit, to rub at your belly with a deep rumbling laugh coming out of his throat.

You panted, legs wobbly as he kept you pressed against the rocks; the only thing keeping you upright were his hips and hands pinning you there.

His hot breathing ghosted your sweaty skin, cold against the moisture that dripped down your body, soaking the remnants of your dress.

A deep rumbling emanated from Baraka as he lifted his head, turning to the side. You couldn't see him, but you knew he was smiling, a wild look in his eyes.

It wasn't until you lifted your gaze to look at what amused him so, that you realized.

The man from the envoy was standing there, a torch in his hand. He had apparently heard the noise and came to investigate.

You turned away, burying your face in your arm with shame.

You felt Baraka snap his hips to yours again, making you sob quietly into your arm at the fresh wave of pleasure.

Baraka laughed as he started fucking you again, his expression slightly unhinged as he rocked you with each jagged thrust.

"She's mine, little man. Go back to your little camp fire."

[crazytrolls]

Unnamed Trolls AU (Branch Centric)

✨🔮: Crystal 

🍵: Trolls 'Humanity' Effect

⏰: Time Effect 

👑: Ruler Stuff 

🎗: The Strings 

🥩: Gore 

🥚: Kids and Eggs 

🌱: Tree Crystal history 

❓: Questioning/Unsure/ Might Change

🌑🎋: Branch 

🌻: Smidge 

🦙: Cooper 

💝: Poppy 

Most likely creepy 

Animalistic 

Much larger then normal Trolls 

❓Should they be the only ones to have tails? (Except Country trolls)

🌱✨Feral Pop Trolls with a curse 

Most likely a Crystal curse (Under the Dying Pop Trolls Tree but due to the negativity it was slowly syphoning with the wishes and prayers, Despair and desperation of the Pop Trolls a Crystal slowly formed) 

🌱✨🍵Many Trolls have claws and tails to help balance because they could not use technology and other things to move forward since it would be destroyed on Trollstice or be targeted by the Burgans and used to find Pop Trolls, so they mostly just climb using their claws and hair and grab things with their tails

This leads to extremely strong leg and arm muscles 

🥩Most likely graphic 

🥩Most likely bloody 

:Stick🌑🎋: Fun fact Branch's Greying and coming in contact with it was what finally tipped the magic scale after he stumbled upon the Crystal (he has kept it since he finds it reminds him of his grandmother) ❓❓❓❓

Might change it to: where he found it while digging in the tunnels to make it safe and was going to give it to her as a birthday gift, saving it and was so happy that day that he started singing which got his Grandma Eaten 🥩(might change it to he gave her it but that was the thing she dropped?)🥩

He wanted to throw away the Crystal a first but didn't because he couldn't dare part with a gift that reminded him of her, especially since he knew they where escaping soon and wanted to take at least one thing with him before then 

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⏰Transformation happens slowly

 🔮⏰It only took 3 years for them all to fully turn only because Branch didn't try to hang around others much especially while feral (✨the closer and more exposed the faster the Transformation) 

⏰✨Only Trolls around the crystal at that time where effected 

⏰✨Aka No Trolls (who did not spend time around the tree by the time of Branches Greying) changed (Aka Brozone, and half formed PutPut Trolls with Viva)

However- the transformation does stop when enough distance is put between them and the Crystal (Aka Putput Trolls) 

⏰🥚Younger Generations don't see King Peppy as their king nor knew him to be their leader over years worth of time before transformation so of course they would challenge him when of age 

🔮⏰🥚The Younger they are the easier the transformation is (So the younger trolls started getting very sick first and started transforming, most elder Trolls don't make it most of the time) 

No Troll noticed until it was far too late to change anything because they where looking for a place to settle down and call home, (they only though that disease was spreading though-out the village while they where looking for a home)

🌑🎋🥚Branch was taken into the fold of the group quickly especially since he was young and their basic instincts said to protect young (he was noticed a lot due to the crystals pull on their instincts) 

🌑🎋🥩❓Branch also is the Bearer of the Crystal and has it tightly looped in knots around either his wrist, ankle, or neck (though he tends to nearly strangle himself when he puts it around his neck Bc he doesn't know how to tie thins so he just wraps them Around his body tightly and switches things up when the area grows numb or irritated 

🌑🎋🌻 👑Branch is actually a Competitor for the position of leader as well as Smidge because they are both strong 

NOTE - 🌑🎋👑Branch of course was a bit less swayed to fight for the position and as an older Pup fought that instinct actually but as soon as he knew about Poppy's Challenge he immediately signed himself up naturally to fight for the position especially since he was of age 

🍵Protein and meat was extremely valuable and sought after when the Burgas trapped them in the cage and Built around it, they could not get much of it and many died of starvation and lack of nutrients so they have desire to hunt meat and bugs for food 

🍵Children where always fed first when it came to meat and protein so the children have a greater liking to it 

🍵Most Trolls will actually protect what they find 'small and helpless' because of their past with the Bergans

🍵✨Only Trolls are effected, the Crystal makes any other species feel sick or uncomfortable 

🍵Ferals still know how to do things because they remember doing those things 

🥚🦙Cooper hatched near the Crystal and is far more feral and wild because he doesn't have anything to tie him down like the other Trolls 

🍵🥚⬆️The Children are also like this as well 

🎗👑💝The string of Pop Music is woven onto the hair of the Pack Leader (They follow King Peppy Instinctively because they remember him as one, there have been no fights for the position until Poppy started to Grow up and challenge her father) 

🎗The string is played by the leader once every year on the day of their escape because they are still drawn to the music- Branch isn't as much as the others but the pull of the string is far more powerful then his disdain of it