#baraka mk11

[kaiathedenian]

from the edenian library 📖🌿

synopsis: fascinated with your slumber and how it stirs your body against his, your mate, baraka, takes it upon himself to assist you with your sweet dreams.

pairing: baraka (mk 11) x fem reader (edenian!warrior)

warnings: 18+, nsfw, lightly proofread (sorry for any errors), nocturnal emission, mentions of biting, blood, thigh riding (hence the pic below being of his big, ol', muscular thighs), smut, fluff

word count: ~1.6k

When night fell upon Edenia and the humble abode you built with your mate, Baraka, you rested at his side in the bed you shared, snuggled up at his side with your thigh over his and your head and hand on his chest. He was large, strong, protruding with spikes at his bulky shoulder, yet warm and comfortable underneath you as you drifted to sleep before him. He rested one of his hands around your waist to hold you as he held a novel in the other on his lap, quietly savoring a chapter or two before he joined you in your light and adorable snoring.

Yet when those snores turned to soft, broken whimpers, Baraka glanced down at you to observe the soft scrunching of your beautiful face. He grinned to himself and went back to reading as it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary. On occasion, you make little noises and fidget in your sleep as you did now, but when your hips began to faintly twitch and buck against his thigh every few seconds, Baraka became curious again. He peeped at you, his big hand covering your hip when it flexed under his touch as he observed you gently grinding on his thigh in your sleep...

The sight mesmerized him to the point that he abandoned his book, setting it down on his groin to read you, instead. The subtle ticks of your facial expressions, eyebrows knitting together, lips pursed before another whimper escaped them. You were always captivating to him but even more so now as he wondered what dreams played themselves in your pretty head. It must be something quite arousing, he thought to himself, as your little hip motions quickened against his thigh, your hand cinched into a fist around his shirt, and your whimpers tapered off into silence until you let out a long and quiet lone moan. Baraka could smell your arousal then, smell that you made yourself cum, the aroma tantalizing and delicious in his nose and stiffening his dick in his cotton pants. The evidence of your arousal was physical, too, staining the fabric of your boyshorts with a slight wet spot where you still pressed yourself to his thigh.

His arousal warmed his chest swiftly at the irresistible sight of you, his dick twitching until it was hard and throbbing uncomfortably on his opposite thigh and against the restraints of his pants. His other thigh you clung to, still asleep but seemingly searching for more friction in your dreams. Baraka was mindful not to wake you up and disturb those sweet dreams, even though his fingers on your waist lightly rubbed your ass and softly pulled you closer to him to help provide the proximity you desired. The tender moan you breathed upon his chest tempted him to moan back as your body felt so warm and supple on him, in his palm.

Baraka knew to be gentle with you at all times, your smooth skin easily broken by his fangs and claws, but the sound of your arousal in his ears, the feel of it, made him instinctively, and accidentally, dig his fingers into your ass. His nails clamped down on you to squeeze the round, soft mound of flesh in his hand and make you grind harder on his thigh, making your wet spot grow bigger as he almost salivated at the thought of licking it up. His rough movements made you moan louder until you jolted awake, your bewildered, blinking eyes gazing up at him and then down at his book that had slid between his legs to reveal his hard dick pulsing in his pants. You felt his hand stuck to your ass and your pussy wet and stuck to your pajama shorts, groggily coming to and remembering the dream you just had.

"Mm, I didn't realize I fell asleep...had the strangest dream," you mumbled to Baraka as he gazed down at you, his grip on your ass squeezing when you added, "You were in it."

"Please tell me..." Baraka replied in a quiet, curious growl. "Inquiring minds desire to know the cause of the beautiful mess between us."

You glimpsed down again at your boyshorts to see a wet stain there that also stuck to his pants, your cheeks warming up as you became a bit embarrassed. You didn't realize you were fucking yourself against his thigh in your sleep, a little titter leaving your lips as you told him, "I dreamt we were in a meadow after dark as I sat on top of you with my hands on your chest. We were clothed but suddenly a fierce gust of wind snatched them off and I began to ride you until...well, you know. Sorry."

"Not to worry. It was a delight to study you and your dream." His rumbling laugh bellowed in his chest that your head still lay upon, making you giggle again. Yet the sound slipped into another little moan when his hand soothed up your side to cup your breast, the tip of his tongue soothing along your lips to let him in as you licked and suckled it into your mouth. That's when he uttered, "I would enjoy studying you again now that you're awake."

Baraka licked at your tongue in a kiss as he pawed your curves, pulling off your shorts and then his pants before he pulled you on top of him. He balanced you with his hands on your waist as he made you straddle his bare thigh with your naked, wet pussy smudged to his skin. The feel of his warm, slightly rough skin felt good to you as the inviting friction caressed along your clit and soft folds while he moved you in a slow grind on his thigh. You locked eyes with him as he maneuvered your body and made you softly moan to him, your hands slipping onto his spiked shoulders before you leaned in to kiss and lick at his tongue once more.

"Make yourself cum for me, my darling. Just like this..." Baraka grunted the gentle demand as his hands fell from your sides to let you grind on your own. He rested his back on the wall to take in the hypnotic sight of you riding his thigh and moaning for him, your palms full of your breasts as you squeezed and teased your nipples, working yourself into another orgasm with every steady roll of your hips.

The potent scent of your arousal alone had made Baraka hard and now he can't resist wrapping his thick fingers around his dick that dribbles with pre-cum from the intoxicating view. He especially enjoyed how your breasts rose and fell with your whines, wanting to see them without your pajama shirt in the way. You felt a slight prick on your chest, prompting you to open your eyes and see him using his claws to rip away the fabric in his way for your breasts to spill out. You winced from the brief scratch before you breathed a moan from his tongue curling around each breast and nipple, loving how the feel of your soft skin on his tongue seemed to make him stroke himself faster, his knuckles drippy with his pre-cum as he worked himself closer to an orgasm. It made you want to cum, made your hips grind faster on his muscled thigh until you panted his name.

The sound of you moaning and coming undone for him made Baraka growl as he flicked his tongue between the valley of your cleavage, his teeth coming down to nip into your chest and left breast. You moaned louder from the succulent sting and the feel of his tongue lapping at the dots of blood on your skin, rolling your hips even faster when Baraka's free hand squeezed your ass and helped you once more, both of you writhing together until you shuddered and came on his thigh, your wetness smudged to your thighs and dribbling down his. Baraka roared with a soft grunt from the feel of your pussy leaking and fluttering on his skin, compelling his orgasm to shoot onto your left thigh, spurting with ropes that reached and landed on your mound as it dripped to your clit that you still rolled on him, grinding in your love juices as you moaned together.

The tingling pleasure and pressure from your orgasm as you rolled became deliciously overwhelming before you fell back to Baraka's side, gasping and clinging to him as he brought his arm around you again.

"You made a delectable mess...one I would like to taste," he remarked before he made a rasping moan escape you as he licked down your body and settled between your thighs, licking at them and lapping up wherever your juices stained your skin.

Your body contorted in his hands as you moaned from his thorough tongue bath, that long tongue of his remaining buried in your folds well after you thought he was done. You placed your hands on the back of his head as you nudged him and whimpered to him that you were too sensitive and sleepy for another orgasm.

"I'm just tasting, my love. Please return to your slumber...I'll be gentle," Baraka moaned back to you. You felt his grip on your hips loosen up to hold you like you were fragile in his large hands as his tongue brushed along your clit like a delicate whisper. Your moans became like whispers, too, as your body relaxed and gave into his careful and soft licks, your eyes falling shut as he lulled you back into your sweet dreams.

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[angel-of-the-moons]

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."

[autisticdoomslayer]

Tarkatan Culture

OK General notes about Tarkatan culture so far, all of which have been gleamed through mk11. Note that some of these cultural values may not be 100% accurate, since most of them are gotten through Baraka's dialogue so some of this might just be his personality. So this is like 50% also a Baraka analysis, since he's the only Tarkatan I really have access to and I doubt he's a super reliable narrator.

This will probably be added onto later.

Okay, so just to get this out of the way - Tarkatan cannibalism is canon. I think we already knew this. It's mentioned casually in a couple intro dialogues.

Now we get into themes/topics, specifically values that I've noticed may be in Tarkatan culture.

1. - Honesty.

Baraka's brutally honest and straight to the point. Baraka says things that could very well spark anger or aggression even from his allies, and it doesn’t seem to be on purpose. In fact, sometimes it seems to be out of goodwill.

Baraka: I'd think twice about being Kotal's Bride. Jade: And why is that, Baraka? Baraka: If he betrays Tarkata, you will suffer.

He's warning her - this seems like less of a threat and more of a weird gesture of goodwill. "hey, we're mostly cool, please be aware that if your boyfriend double-crosses my people I will not react in a way you like". In another intro dialogue he tells Cetrion straight-up to "speak plainly" and stop speaking in the confusing virtue riddles she usually does.

Now, this might just be a him thing, but it makes sense for a Proud Warrior Race like the Tarkatans. Note that while while the Shokan are also a Proud Warrior Race, they are canonically very hierarchical and have a strict caste system, which means they are more likely to have social expectations of how to act around those of higher status (canon based on how Sheeva expects others to treat her). These social expectations are usually going to be more formal/less direct out of respect. The Tarkatans, however, have a very loose hierarchical system, that seems to be mainly restricted to two categories: tribe members and whoever is leading the tribe at that time. Leadership is not acquired through blood or caste, but through prowess.

Baraka: You challenge me for the tribe? Mirror Baraka: By the rules of Katka Rakatan. Baraka: I will feast on your flesh. (including that line for proof of cannibalism, which I don't think anyone needed but I'm doing it anyway.)

There's also no strict governmental system. The few "laws" Tarkatans have seem to be mainly just traditions, that, if broken, will cause a huge uproar.

Robocop: How are Tarkatan laws enforced? Baraka: With gnashing teeth and sharpened blades. Robocop: I would not call that justice.

The whole "rules of Katka Rakatan" thing seems to be enforced mainly out of compliance to tradition. The tradition is highly respected throughout Tarkatan culture, and on the off chance that someone tries to break that tradition, it will A) probably be seen as an act of cowardice, since most of the traditions are probably combat/challenge based and B) will end with the offending individual getting torn apart by the rest of the tribe.

It makes sense that, with this looser heirarchical system, Tarkatans don't feel any need to speak formally/respecfully. This point is strengthened by this dialogue:

Baraka: My people are skeptical. Kitana: I am not Shao Kahn, Baraka. Baraka: Words. We need deeds.

2. - Oppression

Tarkatans have canonically been an oppressed group for a while. Like, a long time.

Geras: Submit your tribe to Kronika. Baraka: Tarkatans do not submit, Geras. Geras: It is their entire history.

Now, let's talk fantastic racism real quick. We got Kotal's genocidal tendencies, but everyone know's about those. So let's talk about Rain sees everyone as lesser, that’s kind of his thing, but he seems to see Tarkatans as particularly inferior.

Rain: Kitana has made you a partner? Baraka: Her choice offends you? Rain: It disgusts me, Baraka.

Even Kitana seems to have some biases despite how she's portrayed in story mode.

Kitana: You soil every room you enter. Kano: Bloke's gotta mark his territory. Kitana: Even Baraka's more civilized.

It's not that bad compared to the shit Tarkatans have gone through, but it's still racism, damn.

There's also this line, but I'm pretty sure it's not canon.

Kitana: The flesh trade is banned. Baraka: My people won't starve, Kitana! Kitana: There will be no exceptions.

(I'm not entirely sure if "flesh trade" refers exclusively to human/sentient flesh or what, but that "my people won't starve" line doesn't paint Kitana in a great light. Again, probably non-canon though.)

Frost has two different dialogues where she insults Baraka, one of which involves her calling him low-born (more looking down upon Tarkatans) and a "cur" (which up until now I have never heard used outside of a Shakespearian context; for anyone wondering, it's pretty much synonymous with "mongrel"). She also calls him a coward, which, knowing Baraka, is probably the reason he sounds so pissed in the dialogue.

Tarkatans/Baraka seem to hate being looked down upon as dumber/lesser/primitive/uncivilized.

Baraka: Why come to Outworld? Erron Black: Why, to meet exotic folks like yourself. Baraka: By 'exotic', you mean 'primitive'.

Shang Tsung: Do Tarkatans have souls, Baraka? Baraka: Of course we have souls. Shang Tsung: Souls are more useful than service. (Baraka's so ready for an attempt to dehumanize (for lack of a better word) Tarkatans that he kinda forgets the problem with discussing souls with Shang Tsung, famous soul stealer.)

He also emphasizes his status as an equal to Kitana multiple times:

Baraka: Tarkatans are slaves no longer. Sindel: Kitana has made you servants. Baraka: We are allies, not servants.

Baraka: Join us against the Emperor. Mileena: And forever curtsy to my sister? Baraka: Better Kitana's partner than Shao Kahn's slave. (There's emphasis on Mileena's disgust at the thought of being below Kitana, and Baraka emphasizes that he and Kitana are partners. Equals.)

He also is notably very appreciative when people see him as an equal, or at least show him basic decency. This is shown in most of his dialogues with Jade and Kotal (in most of Kotal's dialogue Baraka makes it clear that just because he likes Jade doesn't mean he likes Kotal).

He also seems incredibly cautious of his allies, kind of waiting for betrayal.

3. Loyalty

Loyalty seems to be a value. I questioned if loyalty might have some importance with the amount of dialogues of Baraka swearing his loyalty to Jade & Kitana (so long as they don't betray him), but what makes me think it could be a cultural value is this line:

Baraka: If Kitana cheats us, Tarkata will rise. Jade: She's never shown disloyalty, Baraka. Baraka: Except to the Kahn who raised her.

Disloyalty to anyone, even to someone like Shao Kahn, is enough to make Baraka suspicious. The emphasis on Shao Kahn raising Kitana may also show a cultural respect for parental figures.

I might add onto this later, but this is what I have right now.

TL;DR - tarkatans are the jews of outworld.

[kenaigamesgallantly]

I love editing Mortal Kombat men :) There are several versions of this format with varying characters. If you'd like to see someone, feel free to send a request!

Baraka | Erron Black | Kabal | Kung Lao | Noob Saibot | Raiden | Scorpion

[shkretart]

A few sketches on MK1. I draw during breaks from work, give me strength.

[failyaoi]

HUGE OLD DOODLES DUMP (ordered from oldest to newest)

[cryptidbait]

Kombatember Day 3: Tarkat (an)

“I stopped praying to any gods long ago. I have been left to rot and die surrounded by others with my affliction.”

[ash-shark]

She's overrated brutal

[chibikyo]

War Prize

Baraka x Reader

(can be read as male or female; no gendered terms used)

TW for non-con, biting, mild belly bulge/cum inflation

Description; You are defeated and taken prisoner during Shao Kahn's invasion of earthrealm. As the one to defeat you, Baraka is given you as a prize by the great Kahn. What does the tarkatan leader have planned for you?

*First time posting something I wrote to Tumblr. First time posting smut. No idea where this came from or why. I just got this idea in my head and decided to roll with it. I hope someone enjoys it.

During The first days of Shao Kahn's invasion of outworld, you had been captured by a horde of tarkatans, lead by Baraka. As one of earthrealms champions, you had been presented to the Kahn as a prisoner of war.

"Their yours, Baraka, a reward for your impressive victory." The Kahn had chortled and you were dragged through the koliseum and out into the wastes of Outworld. The Tarkatan war camp was a nightmare to behold. There were corpses, some whole, some dismembered, most in various states of being skinned, hung up outside of nearly every tent. You closed your eyes aganist the horrific sight, but couldn't block that sweet, putrid stench of decay from invading your senses.

When the tarkatans pulled you up a short set of stairs and threw you down on to a tacky wooden floor, you chanced opening your eyes. The sun blurred your vision as one tarkatan yanked you to your feet. You wanted to resist, to try and make your escape but your arms were bound tightly to your sides and your wrists tied together behind your back with thick, coarse ropes.

It was Baraka who lifted you by the waist and looped your bindings over a hook suspended from what might be a gallows. The hook was sharp and left a shallow cut along your back as Baraka let gravity settle you onto the massive hook. You could just barely touch the wood below with your toes. Enough to take away some of the burden of your weight and lessen the pressure of the ropes digging into your guts. Your arms ached being so tightly bound against you and any struggle would just exhaust you more.

A crowd of Tarkatans were gathering around the stage, more pouring in from the outskirts of the camp. Baraka was speaking harshly to the horde in his native tongue and you had no idea what was being said, but shame burned on your cheeks as the crowd cheered. Fear curled hot and heavy in your guts, flooded your senses with the weight of your panic as it slowly crawled its way up your throat. Would Baraka make it quick, or did Tarkatans like to play with their food first? The thought of this monster flensing you alive, stripping the skin from your bones without giving you a swift death first? It took everything in you not to give in and sob.

Baraka turned toward you and you could swear there was triumph on that twisted face. He leaned in close and you could see his nostrils flare as he scented you. His breath was hot against your cheek as he drew closer. You shut your eyes and jerked back, though that only succeeded in rattling the chains suspending you. You felt harsh fingers dig into your soft flesh as Baraka grabbed your chin to hold you still. A tear finally broke free to trail softly down your cheek and just as softly you felt what must have been Baraka's tongue tracing the path of it. Like the rest of him, his tongue was coarse, rougher than a human's. It scraped under your eye, lapping up the gathering pool of tears threatening to spill before Baraka pulled away.

He shouted once more at the crowd, their cheers drowning out the foreign words and deafening you. You took a deep breath, waiting to feel the sharp sting of teeth or the edge of Baraka's arm blade. You were stunned when you felt two massive hands digging into the fabric of your pants followed by a loud tearing sound that reverberated in your ear drums. You froze, mind unable to fully process what was happening as Baraka moved up, ripping away your top to expose your chest to the ever growing crowd. Strips of ruined fabric were all that was left of your clothes, except what could not be reached beneath the ropes.

A sudden dread swept over you as you felt Baraka's hands trail back to your hips, the rough pads of his fingers scraping against the delicate skin, diggng into the soft flesh. His breath was hot on the back of your neck as he pressed his teeth against your shoulder, inhaling deep to scent the skin where your neck and shoulder met. This, more than anything, finally snapped you out of the fugue that had settled over your mind.

You struggled against the tight bonds, thrashing and twisting to get away from the monster holding you captive. Baraka merely chuffed, his hands digging harder into the delicate curve of you just below the edges of the rope. He yanked you backward against him harshly, your feet slipping away from the wood even as you scrambled to find some purchase. What little comfort that had been afforded to you before was gone as you felt the ropes bite into you deeper.

Baraka wrapped one arm around your waist as the other moved up to close around your throat. His fingers gripped firmly around your neck, the hollow of your throat pressed against the hollow between his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed only once, coupled with a low growl, which you knew was the only warning you would get about acting up. You felt a chill travel down your spine as Baraka pressed himself against you. You could feel the hard length of him pressing insistently against your ass and the thought of what came next made you feel sick.

The crowd was jeering, shouting harsh words that you could not interpret and hissing encouragingly at their leader. Baraka settled you back in position before pulling his hands away to fumble behind you. You couldn't see what the Tarkatan was doing, but the soft 'schck' of fabric hitting the floor left little to the imagination. You closed your eyes as Baraka's hands found purchase on your thighs again. You didn't fight as your legs were spread enough for Baraka to press in behind you.

"Please don't fo this." You pleaded, desperate to put a stop to this even knowing you were helpless to stop him.

"Quiet," Baraka growled softly from behind you and you choked back a sob.

You braced yourself for pain, but once again was startled as Baraka soothed the skin beneath his hands.Trembling, you couldn't begin to fathom what the Tarkatan meant by the gesture before you felt that rough, almost sandpaper-esque tongue lick a stripe across your entrance. You gasped, the pain-pleasure combo making you dizzy as Baraka lapped at your hole again and again. Your thighs quivered as Baraka plunged his tongue inside you, fucking you with it, forcing pleasure to pool in your gut even as you weakly tried to protest. You could feel yourself reaching that crescendo as your aborted pleas slowly became little more than moans. As your "no" and "stop" became "yes" and "more" and "please".

Baraka's hands dug harder into your thighs, spreading your legs further so he could fuck his tongue even deeper into you. He lapped up the taste of you with abandon, savoring that salty, musky taste as he pushed deeper still, until you could feel the press of his teeth against your entrance. The thrill of those ivory daggers nestled against your most intimate place drove you over the edge and you screamed as you came, thrashing as the most intense orgasm of your life was wrung out of you, Baraka happily lapping up the mess you left as you quivered from overstimulation.

As you slowly came down from your high, the pain from the ropes digging into you was sharper and you felt your face burning in shame as the crowd cheered louder. You almost thought that was it, until Baraka pressed in behind you, his cock impossibly large and pressing into the crack of your ass. You whimpered as Baraka pressed two fingers into your quivering entrance, lubricating the way with the remnants of your orgasm. He pulled them away with a satisfied growl before manipulating you until your entrance was hovering just above his cock. You had never felt so empty before, never been so achingly hollow, and your body clenched with the need to be full. Knowing it would only hurt to fight what came next, you forced yourself to relax as Baraka began to push into you. He went slower than you expected, but unrelenting as his cock speared you open. You had never imagined something so huge could even fit, but your body opened up around him as he just kept pressing deeper and deeper. Not just big, but impossibly hard with deep ridges on the underside that pressed deliciously against your plush insides.

He seemed determined to make you take all of him, growling as he was met with tighter and tighter resistance. You could swear you felt him in your throat, choking as your breath was punched out of you. You felt Baraka wrap his arms tight around you, pressing so tightly against you that the protrusions of bone on his chest and atms dug into your skin. You could feel the growl make its way through him, your only warning as he thrust up into you. You screamed as his monstrous length bottomed out within you, followed by his teeth digging into the soft flesh of your shoulder. The pain was so all-encompassing as you sobbed and thrashed against him.

Baraka stayed nestled inside you, content to wait until your screams subsided into shuddered sobs. He brushed his hand soothinlgly against your collar bones, tracing the hollow of your throat softly and felt your breath hitch and you lurch with pleasure as his arm brushed against a sensitive nipple. His teeth slowly pulled out of your shoulder as he felt you settle again and he lapped at the blood spilling from the needle like punctures. The roughness of his tongue sent spikes of white hot pain through the torn muscle, mixed with the zing of pleasure as Baraka explored your chest, pinching and plucking at your nipples to feel you squirm against his cock nestled so deep inside you. You were panting, your breath hitching on little moans as you adjusted to the intrusion. Baraka pulled away from the wound on your back, twisting the hook and you with it so he could turn you to face him.

The drag of his cock inside you as he manipulated your body with ease had you choking. Once you were facing him, Baraka leaned down, his tongue laving at one of sensitive nubs eagerly. You could see his face twist with ecstasy as he toyed with each nipple in turn. That rough appendage dragging acrosd the delicate skin and over stimulated nerves beneath, coupled with the constant pressure of his thick length inside was too much. He gave a single. shallow thrust, more to readjust your weight against him than anything, and you moaned, gasping, as a second orgasm tore through you. Baraka pulled back, his hands at your waist as he slowly lifted you. The sensation of the hook dragging against your back was dwarfed by the drag of his cock as he lift you almost completely off of it. Your hole fluttered and clenched at the ache of being empty, though that only lasted a few seconds before Baraka was lowering you back down. You choked as that massive length filled you yet again. You barely registered the ropes falling away before Baraka wrapped his hands around your thighs, jerking your legs up and you had to fling your arms around his neck to stay balanced, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

His cock rubbed your sensitive walls, drawing out soft moans as you lay your head bonelessly against his shoulder. He barked out what may have been an order to the crowd and you were reminded that this whole ordeal had been in front of an audience. You were too tired to care at that point, burying your head into the crook of his neck as your arms tightened around the Tarkatan leader's neck. The press of his sharp protrusions barely noticeable compared to the shallow thrusts of his cock within you as he carried you down the stairs and away from the ever dissipating crowd.

You finally snapped back to reality as Baraka pressed you down into a nest of furs and blankets. You hissed as the soft fabric brushed against the bite on your shoulder, the skin raw and aching. The sun no longer burned your eyes and you blinked, taking in the walls of Baraka's tent. Compared to the macabre sight outside the tent, inside was quite clean and almost cozy. Baraka noticed your hiss of pain and encouraged you to roll over, only pulling out of you long enough for you to untangle your legs from his before thrusting back into you with a satisfied growl. This time the slide into you was nothing but pleasure and you shuddered with anticipation. A part of you, buried deep since this ordeal began, knew that you didn't want this, that this was an assault by the enemy. Despite this, your body had already begun to crave the heavy weight of Baraka pressed inside you; the tight, almost suffocating feeling of his cock buried in your deepest, most intimate parts.

Baraka caged your body between his arms as he leaned down to delicately lap up the few rivulets of blood that had seeped from his bite mark. He inhaled the scent of blood, coupled with the sharp tang of your phermones, and his tongue poked out to taste it. You whined, rocking your body back against his, desperate for him to move as you felt the deep aching need pooling in your guts again. His growl, as he pulled out until only the tip of his meaty cock rested within you, made you gasp, before his hips snapped forward, driving his cock inside you and punching the air out of your lungs. He began to thrust, hard, fast, dragging harshly against your inner walls as you struggled to catch your breath. You could feel the slide in your guts and when you looked down you could see the top of his cock pushing out from the lowest edge of your belly. You moaned, your hand trailing down to press against that bump, feeling that hard length as it rearranged your guts to carve out space for itself.

Baraka hissed and let out a loud groan as he felt your palm press against his cock from the outside. His thrusts became feral as he rutted inside you, making you choke and slide forward from the force. Your orgasm that had been slowly building crashed over you wave after wave as Baraka continued to batter your insides. You were still shaking, riding out the aftershocks as you felt Baraka's arms around your waist, yanking you back and against his chest as he buried himself as deep as he could and painted your insides with his thick seed. You felt pulse after pulse of hot cum shooting from his cock, filling you to the brim. Your hand went to your stomach, brushing against the head of his cock as he shook through his orgasm. It took a full minute for him to finally stop cumming and you could feel that thick seed leaking out from where the two of you were joined. Could feel his cock twitching inside you. Baraka's cock was still impossibly hard and he seemed content to stay buried within you. He lapped at the blood that had seeped out of your wound as you slowly caught your breath.

"Beautiful." Baraka hissed. "I am so glad the emperor let me keep you. I would have been more gentle, but a public claim is required to ensure the clan knows you are off limits."

"You were…claiming me?" Your voice was rough from screaming and disuse. Your throat ached as you spoke.

"Yes. I've been dying to mate with you since our first fight." Baraka growled. His hands worked there way down your body as he spoke, removing the last remnants of your clothes until you were fully naked against him. "At the tournament." He clarified, nuzzling against your neck so he could drink in the sweet smell of arousal within your phermones. "You smelled so sweet, so delicious, I could barely resist claiming you right then." He gave a shallow thrust making you moan. "You are even sweeter than I could have hoped for."

Your breath hitched at the confession as Baraka slowly arranged the two of you on the nest. He kept his thrusts going, shallow and soft, content to feel you squeezing around him and you could feel exhaustion threatening to swallow you. Although you had not consented, you had to admit that Baraka had been much more careful with you than you'd expected. It didn't help that his arms were huge and warm and you felt safe even with those imposing teeth nestled against the hollow of your throat. You should be finding a way to escape. Instead you moaned his name as he snapped for hips forward, his one hand finding its way between your legs to coax one last orgasm out of you. You clenched around him, your body trembling as you felt him coat your insides with another flood of cum before he finally slid out of you.

You whimpered at ache of being empty as you could feel his spend starting to leak out of you. Baraka's hand brushed against your hole, feeling the mess slowly oozing out of you and twisted away for a moment. You could feel him fumbling behind himself for something, then gasped as his hand found your entrance again. Two of his meaty fingers swirled through the mess collecting outside your hole before he slowly eased those digits, cum and all, back into you. He spent a few minutes pumping those digits into you, working his cum as deep as possible. You choked, cumming again even though you hardly thought it possible. He kept softly pumping his fingers, enjoying the way his cum sloshed around inside you as you whined at the overstimulation. Baraka's other hand gently stroked your soft belly, feeling the way the skin was stretched taught over the small pooch that had formed from how well he'd filled you up.

Finally, as tears threatened to spill from your eyes, he removed his fingers and replaced them with something cold and hard. It slipped inside you easily,the bulbous shape and its flared base plugging your hole and preventing any cum from sliding out. You shuddered as it pressed against your sensitive walls. It wasn't as big as Baraka's cock, nothing was, but it helped ease the ache of the emptiness you felt. You clenched around it as Baraka pressed firmly against your back. He kept a tight hold of you, his tongue leaving little trails over your skin. You were too sore to push him off. There was a bone deep exhaustion settling over you from the fighting followed by the most mind blowing, toe curling sex you'd ever experienced. You drifted off to the sound of Baraka growling softly to you in a mix of yours and his native tongue. You only caught a few of the words as the world faded to black.

"My mate."

[mortalgirlie]

Literally them ❤

[odditycircus-2002]

Mortal Kombat Masterlist (Updated)

Warning: I wrote a lot with Shang Tsung and Baraka. Also heavily features Medusa!Reader.

Old Era:

Medusa!Reader x Shang Tsung I

Medusa!Reader x Shang Tsung II

Medusa!Reader x Shang Tsung Aftermath

Shang Tsung's Death

Medusa!Reader Intro Walk, Friendship, Fatalities, etc

Medusa!Reader Intros I

Medusa!Reader Intros II

Revenant Reader x Shang Tsung

Some NSFW Headcannon with Shang Tsung with Medusa!Reader

Snake in the Garden

Saudade

New Era:

The Masked Medicine Woman

Medusa!Reader Story Mode I

Medusa!Reader Story Mode II

Medusa!Reader Story Mode III

Medusa!Reader Story Mode IV

Medusa!Reader Story Mode V

Medusa!Reader Story Mode VI

Medusa!Reader Story Mode VII

Medusa!Reader! Story Mode VIII

Medusa!Reader Story Mode IX

Medusa!Reader Story Mode X

Medusa!Reader Story Mode XI

Medusa!Reader Story Mode XII

Medusa!Reader Story Mode Ending

Medusa!Reader and Syzoth Platonic Headcannons

Shedding Season (Featuring Platonic Syzoth)

Holiday Fun🎄

Thanksgiving🦃

Peeping Tom 😳😳😳

Medusa!Reader Loves Chocolate

What If feat.Medusa!Reader I

What If feat.Medusa!Reader II

What If Feat. Medusa!Reader III

Why Baraka?

Some NSFW H/Cs between Medusa!Reader and Baraka

When Baraka saw You grow Wings

ANGST WITH BARAKA AND MEDUSA!READER

Medusa!Reader Eating

MK1 Intros I

Mk1 Intros II

MK1 Intros III

MK1 Intros IV

You're Beautiful (Mk1 Shang Tsung x Medusa!Reader)

Requests (Currently Closed)

(Includes both the Old Era and New Era)

🥵- Nsfw

Pet Store

Ashrah

Aesthete

Baraka

One Night (Baraka x Medusa!Reader)

Erron Black

Morrigan Reader

Fujin

"The Voice" Fujin x Reader

Kabal

Morrigan Reader

Kenshi Takahashi

Morrigan Reader

Kitana

MK1 Kitana x Female Reader

Scorpion (Hanzo Hasashi)

Mk11 Scorpion with shy s/o

Quan-Chi's Daughter Reader X Scorpion Nsfw and Sfw🥵

Widow (Quan-chi's Daughter Reader x Scorpion)

Quan-chi's Daughter x Scorpion starting a family

King and Queen

Shang Tsung

Valentine's Day with Shang Tsung💕💕💕🥵

NSFW Shang Tsung HCs🥵

Perfect Gentleman

Syzoth

Aesthete

Quan-Chi

A Terrifying Love

Eternally Loyal

Da Rules:

The characters I'm willing to write for are the men AND women of Mortal Kombat. This includes from MK9 to MK1 as that's what I am most familiar with.

I'm writing fics and h/cs, you'll have to be specific about what you want otherwise I'm choosing. No refunds!

I'm willing to write nsfw h/cs and fics.

Please be specific of what character and scenario you want, more details the better. Also the amount of characters you can request at a time is FIVE.

I will NOT, I repeat, NOT write anything that makes me uncomfortable such as sexual assault, waterworks, pedophilia, and obvious stuff like that.

Also I’m sticking with “X reader” content cause I know that best!

[kaiathedenian]

from the edenian library 📖🌿

synopsis: after returning home from war with your mate, baraka, you both are free to express your love as you wish...

pairing: baraka (mk 11) x fem reader (edenian!warrior)

warnings: 18+, nsfw, mentions of biting, restraints, smut, fluff

word count: ~1.2k

a/n: This fic was inspired by @iliketangerines and their amazing Baraka fic they recently posted. Please read it, omg.

After the war, life in Outworld is finally balanced. You, an Edenian warrior, have fought well and earned your rest—rest that you take with your partner, Baraka, the Tarkatan General you fell in love with as you grew close during your stay in his camp and prepared together for Mortal Kombat.

Yet you hid your love for months as neither of you wanted to show any signs of distraction or dishonor to your countries in such harrowing times. Yet times were calmer and you both felt free to be together in peace. You returned to Edenia where Baraka often visited you and spent days in your home, as you would when you visited Tarkata, and tonight you both needed each other in vibrant ways you were happy you did not have to mute as you were finally home and alone together...

Baraka was a strapping, solidly built soldier who towered over you with teeth, spikes, and muscles that could dominate you with ease, and often did as you enjoyed the contrasting feel of his brute strength and sharp bites yet his delicate touch and soft licks. Yet tonight you tried something new, taking control and guiding him to your boudoir by his arm, stripping him naked, and instructing him to lie on his back upon your bed as you strung together his wrists with silk you tied to your bedposts.

He was agreeable, curiously excited even, as he trusted you with his life, you've fought to defend it in the throes of war, yet it was new to him to be submissive. Yet for you, he would submit, a testament of his love for you, already pliable under your hands that explored the rippling muscles along his skin as you lay at his side, careful to evade his length as you plant kisses on his nose, chin, and neck. When he starts to fidget for your fingers to touch him where he wants it, your touch lingering on his right thigh, you whisper in his ear, "You haven't earned that yet, my love. Not until you cum for me like a good boy..."

Baraka rumbles with a low groan and maybe a protest but he nods once, another groan escaping him as you lick and kiss his nipples and chest, making your way down to his thighs and past his dick that has grown long, thick, hard, and twitches and leaks with pre-cum that sticks to his abs with a string every time those twitches seize it. You sit between his legs and admire him, the mammoth of a man that he is as he lies there spread and aching for your touch. You slide your pointer finger into your mouth, leaving it drippy with your saliva as you spread his legs further and caress and tease his hole, making it twitch from your touch yet inviting you in as you slowly push in a finger. You study his fiery eyes fluttering slightly as he studies you in awe, mouth agape from the new sensation yet his dick twitching and drooling from it all the same.

You're gentle as you find his spot with delicate thrusts that make him squirm and growl as he's close already, never knowing pleasure could consume him so quickly and fiercely like this and without his dick being touched. The sight of him descending into pleasure is lovely to you, prompting you to ask him knowingly, quietly, "Does this feel good?"

"Yess, unghh...thank you."

Such manners from a monster, you think to yourself with a little grin, but you learned long ago that Baraka's monstrous side is in appearance and kombat only, the man he was as kind as any you'd hope to know. Kindness you rewarded with soft kisses and licks along his inner thighs and balls that tightened from your loving and desperately needed attention as it helped him plummet into pleasure. His orgasm was so powerful that his untouched dick stands up straight on its own as it dribbles then shoots his cum that slides down it and lands on his abs.

You smile at the mess he's made as you wait for him to soften...but he doesn't. He stays hard even after you stop fingering him and you're impressed and aroused to see his dick twitching on the pool of cum on his abs. You straddle him carefully then as to avoid contact with it yet you kiss his chest and neck as you whisper in his ear, "Such a good boy...do you want to cum again for me?"

"Yes, please," Baraka moans and grumbles, his pleasure still coursing through yet still aching worse for your touch on his length. That's when you lower your hips so your pussy grazes it, already slick just from playing with him, and his wet dick to help slide himself between your soft folds as you grind on him, making you moan to one another. You reach around to grab his dick and push him inside, his width always a challenge but both of you are so ready for each other that he glides in a few inches as you slowly sit down on the remaining six.

The sticky mess of his cum clings to your pussy lips and thighs as you sit up with your hands on his broad chest to properly ride him, watching him groan with his eyes watching you and your every pounce. Baraka can't help but push his hips up to meet more of you, feel himself deeper in you. You would have told him to settle down as you are in control tonight, but he feels too damn good. His thrusts curve with his hips and curve right on your spot, making you pounce harder on him to chase that luscious warmth spreading in your core until you shudder and whine with a heated orgasm. It makes him shudder with throaty whines, too, to feel you pulsing and pulling around his dick, to hear you moan, and to see you look so angelic riding him.

He growls with your praises and a warning that you've brought him close to falling from the precipice once more, reminding you that he can't pull out with his hands tied and your weight on him as you bounce on his dick. You lean in to kiss his nose as you whisper, "You'll cum in me like a good boy and you'll like it...won't you, baby?"

Baraka is writhing with stuttering hips now as he nods his head, too enraptured with pleasure to do more than moan and growl as you milk him with your pussy clenched around him from the afterglow of your orgasm. It still feels good, he feels good, his inches filling you deep and abruptly filling you with his warm seed when his head tilts back on the pillow, your name escaping his throat. You shudder again from the sound of it and the feel of his cum overflowing in you, seeping from you and onto the mess already between you.

Both of your moans are a bit loud and labored as you gaze at each other, stuck together in every way as his dick throbs on your spot and pushes you to cum again as he can't stop thrusting and you can't sit still, creaming on his dick that still twitches inside you as he loves to feel you cum. You ride out the tremors of your second afterglow with your head nestled in the crook of his neck, your eyes squeezed shut and hands on his bulky shoulders as you grind on him. You can tell from how he's licking softly at your shoulder, his way of kissing you, and nuzzling his nose in your hair that he would hold you tight if his hands weren't bound.

You think to unbind them now that he's fulfilled his duty: being your good boy and cumming for you. Yet as you lift off of him slowly to lay at his side and rest your head on his chest, you see his dick is still hard, glistening, and slippery with both your juices as you grab it and stroke it gently in amazement. He twitches in your palm, his eyelids with a slow, pleading blink as he whimpers, "Please."

"Please what?" you ask him, your thumb rolling over his slit to play with the pre-cum that spills from it.

Baraka's deep, gruff voice is strained yet you hear him clearly as he begs, "I want to cum for you again...please." You pretend to contemplate it as you watch his hips seek your grip that slips up and down his length, knowing you'll give him what he wants because you love him. Yet your silence leads Baraka to urge you in a quiet growl, "I am your good boy...all yours...please, my love."

You could never deny him, not when he's so beautiful and open for you and only you. You kiss his nose again before you rest your forehead on his, both your eyes closed and noses rubbed together in your special kiss as you say, "Of course, my good boy, my darling..." before you kiss back down his body, licking up some of the mess on his abs before you hold his dick to your lips and wrap them around him, loving how supple his huge, strong body is for you, eager for you, and you eager to make him feel good as your good boy has indeed earned it.

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[angel-of-the-moons]

Baraka (MK 11) Masterlist

Mortal Kombat 11 Masterlist

❤️‍🔥 -- Means NSFW

💘 -- Means eventual NSFW

🍰 -- Means Fluff

🥀 -- Means Angst

❤️‍🔥 -- Mine (Baraka x Fem!Reader)

🥀❤️‍🔥 -- Runaway (Yandere/Possessive!Baraka x Fem!Reader)

[autisticdoomslayer]

Ok! To begin with, these live in the context of my own AU, and are based on MK11.

-Baraka was raised by his grandmother, and was her protege and heir. Tarkata follows strength over blood, but until Chiefess T'sakshi, no Tarkatan in ten generations had been able to unite all the bands under one war banner. Her chief lieutenant, and a fierce warrior in his own right, when she finally passed away--in her sleep, of old age, an unthinkable achievement for a War Chief--Baraka was the only candidate the chiefs would accept to replace her.

-Centaurians, also nomadic, sometimes travel with Tarkatan bands. Called "Taurkatans," these joint bands share the benefits of split hunts, more hands for camp upkeep and even child-minding. In the long peace that followed the end of Onaga's reign, the children raised this way developed games that required a runner (a centaur), and a rider (usually Tarkatan, but later, other races integrated into the sport).

-Baraka and Motaro split duties in the Kahn's capitol as part of the above; when one is at court, the other is out for the hunting or herding season.

-After the rebellion against Onaga, peace allowed Tarkatans to adopt trades outside the realms of warfare and subsistence. Herding and husbandry led to tanning and leather working, dairy production, etc. A Tarkatan butcher is always a welcome addition to any market square, but more recently, Tarkatan leatherworkers and grocers have become common, respected parts of the sedentary communities they have joined.

-A common greeting between close friends or family is the ni'ka where two Tarkatans take each other by the forearms, right arm facing down, left arm facing up, and touch foreheads. Inviting harm, reaffirming trust (usually hard-earned), it is a show of honor rarely bestowed on outsiders to the Tribe.

And more to come...

oooh okay

the fact that you have specific words for things is so cool. It pissed me off that in mk11 there was never any explanation for what some of the tarkatan words mentioned in Baraka's gear or intros meant.

Centaurians being nomadic makes perfect sense, actually, since horses are like that too. Mutually beneficial relationships my beloved

"the children raised this way developed games that required a runner (a centaur), and a rider (usually Tarkatan, but later, other races integrated into the sport)." I didn't really think about the Tarkatan children before (mistake on my part, feel like that'd be pretty important in a culture/people). This hc/au is very well thought out.

Tarkatans becoming leatherworkers ALSO make perfect sense since it still requires hunting! I think Baraka mentions leather in a couple MK11 intros as well.

I'm actually obsessed this is so cool

[thoughtfulzombienerd]

I realized that although I like some popular ships, most of my favorites are underrated ships? like Shangchi (which I still don't understand why it's not popular), Syraka, Rain x Havik x Reiko, Johnny Cage x jax mk11, Geras x liu kang, Johnny cage x liu kang 1995 and judge me but Shao khan x Shang tsung

I think I should start making more content on these ships to satisfy myself

[devilzukin7-johnny-cage]

Characters:

Baraka / Mileena (c) Mortal Kombat

Mortal Kombat (c) WB / Netherrealm Studios