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In the Mage's Quarters

Top Transmasc Reader x Bottom Transmasc Rain

A fic requested by @meme-lorbius ! I really hope you like it <3

CW: explicit sexual content, use of words like cunt/pussy, no other warnings really it's pretty vanilla

You’re practically dozing while Rain prattles on about the latest literature that has piqued his interest, his words swirling together endlessly like the water he so expertly wields. He makes you jump when he taps you on the head with the leather bound book.

“Are you even listening?” He asks, a lazy smile gracing his lips. You nod, eyes back on him rather than staring blankly into the distance. The two of you sit in his lavish bedroom, sheets of soft silk and cotton strewn and draped over the large mattress. Various trinkets decorate the walls, shelves and ceiling, and the bookshelves are packed with plenty of tomes and scrolls. Though Rain seems to be a well organized man on the outside, he’s rather scatter-brained when it comes to everything besides his sorcery. He can concentrate and manipulate water with precise ease. Keeping tidy, on the other hand, not so much.

“Anyways,” he continues, “the layered themes have me taking notes left and right. I just wish I could find my annotations.” You can’t help but just gaze at him as he rambles, lost in the way his dark eyes sparkle with intelligence, how deep and honeyed his voice in. The way the dusky light of the sun filters in through the window and bathes his brown skin in a golden glow has you leaning in to touch him. Rain’s words halt when you twirl a curl of his hair around your finger. A grin spreads across his face.

“May I help you, dear?” He reaches out to drag his knuckles down your arm, sending a shiver up your spine.

“You could,” you purr. “You could allow me to kiss you.”

Rain chuckles smoothly at the comment, shifting closer and allowing you to press a soft kiss to his lips, the stubble on his face slightly scratchy but not unpleasant. You slide a hand to rest on the back of his neck, pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss. A small moan slips from his lips and into your mouth, almost as if you’re swallowing the sound. You soon grip onto his hip, pulling him into your lap, humming pleasantly when he wraps his arms around your neck. As much as you love capturing his lips, you break the kiss and begin trailing your mouth down his jaw and to his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.

“Feels nice,” he sighs. You only hum as you continue to kiss down throat to his clavicle, sinking your teeth into him and drawing a sharp hiss from him. “Ah! Easy, now.”

“I won’t bite hard, I promise,” you mutter into his chest as you push his dressing robe apart. Your hands cup his pecs and your thumbs graze the scars under them, admiring how pretty he is. Rain’s body immediately reacts, jolting slightly at the touch.

“Keep touching me like that and I may ask for more,” he warns, his face heating.

“You don’t even have to ask, love,” you smile and press a a quick kiss to his lips before flipping him over onto the mattress and into the silken sheets. Tracing your fingertips down his sides have him whining, squirming, needy. Rain bites his lip, his gaze pleading. So impatient, you think, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his undergarment and pulling it down and off in one motion before tossing the piece of cloth to some forgotten corner of the room.

The way he looks never gets old. Rain somehow always has your mouth watering, wanting to taste him so badly, especially when his cunt is so wet for you. A sigh escapes him when you plant kisses below his navel and follow his happy trail to settle between his thighs. Your own arousal builds as you grip onto his thighs and pull him into your waiting mouth, licking him teasingly at first. With each sigh and whimper and moan that leaves him, your feasting becomes more ravenous until you’re making him blush with how messily you eat him, making the most embarrassing slurping sounds. Rain’s fingers find your hair, gripping it at the roots and pulling you closer.

“K-keep going,” he pants, “I’m almost there.”

You only part from him long enough to speak. “Ask properly.”

Rain moans pitifully at the command, bucking his hips into your mouth. “Please,” he whimpers, “may I please come?”

“Yes, love. Yes you can.”

The mage’s body tenses immediately as he climaxes, a mantra of your name falling from his lips like a prayer, and you don’t waste a single drop of him, lapping up his release like the holiest of waters. Rain finally releases your hair, his hand falling to his side. He looks spent, but you’re far from finished. You slink up to meet his face, capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss, allowing him to taste himself, how sweet he is for you. The two of you are panting when the kiss is broken and you smile down at Rain, sweeping a few damp strands of hair away from his sweaty face. He nuzzles into your touch, placing a sweet kiss to your palm. Gods, such a simple gesture is what pushes you over? Almost pathetic, really, but who could blame you when your boyfriend is the most smart and beautiful man in Edenia?

After a bit of discussion and some reassurance, you’re sinking your strap into Rain’s needy cunt, watching as his face contorts in pleasure. His eyes roll back once you’re fully in, sending your heart aflutter. You begin to move after letting Rain adjust, rolling your hips into him and pulling lovely moans from him, his voice so intoxicatingly baritone. You mutter sweet praises to him in between kisses to his jaw, neck, chest, and face, your hands caressing his sides. His eyes flutter open to gaze up at you, his pupils blown and expression fucked out in utter bliss, a lazy smile plastered onto his face.

“Making me feel so good,” he mewls, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. “Please make me come on your cock. Please?”

His words send shivers down your spine and throughout your body, heat shooting straight to your aching core. You press a small kiss to his cheek.

“Tell me I’m the best boyfriend in the world,” you mutter to him, causing him to whine.

“You’re the best boyfriend, my love,” he smiles lovingly up at you. “The most incredible boyfriend in all of the realms.”

“As are you, handsome,” you nip slightly at his neck before rolling your hips with more force. “Now, come for me, sweetheart.”

When you pick up the pace, Rain rolls his hips with yours, moaning and whining loudly, practically begging to be finished. You trail your fingers down to between his thighs, rubbing fast circles into his clit to send him over the edge. His body tenses once more and his hips twitch, pitiful moans falling from his lips as he comes around the strap, one kf his hands coming up to grip your bicep for purchase. The sight of him unraveling alone has you satisfied, pleased that you could bring him such intense pleasure.

Rain whimpers when you move away from him, his expression almost disappointed. You laugh softly once you notice is expression, only flopping down next to him in the sheets and pulling him close.

“What’s that look for, Rainy?” You ask him almost teasingly. A blush heats your cheeks, however, when he props himself up on his elbows and gazes down at you mischievously.

“It’s your turn, now.”

You can’t even get out a word before he grapples you with his strong arms and pleases you just as well as you had done for him. He just had to return the favor.

A/N: oouggh sorry this took so long! I just started a new job and I've been so eepy 😪 once again, I really hope you enjoy this fic and I hope I did your request justice Lorby, love <3 and I hope others enjoy this toooo!

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MY TRANSMASC HAVIK FIC IS BEING MUTED ITS NOT EVEN SHOWINF UP IN THE TAGS HELLOOO

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Transmasc!Havik x m!Reader NSFW

Sinful delight

A request from my lovely friend @ghiacci0s . Was literally giggling the whole time writing this he’s so nasty i love himb <3

CW: explicit sexual content, consensual violence, sadism/masochism, gore kink, wound fucking, descriptions of gore (it’s Havik you know the drill)

Havik groans when you twist the dagger that’s lodged deep into his abdomen, panting and drooling while he toys with his own pussy, dripping with need onto the pile of furs beneath the two of you. You love to hear him, to see him so at your mercy, yet he has you wrapped around his finger. You’ve done everything he has wanted you to do, listened to his every request and demand. How could you resist when he moans so sweetly for you and has been taking what you give so well?

“You’re doing so well, Havik,” you purr as you shove the dagger a little deeper, making him buck and whine beneath you. “So needy. It would be a shame to keep you waiting, wouldn’t it?”

Havik grits his teeth and nods. “Goddammit, just fuck me, already,” he spits. “I need it. Need you to make me come.”

You can’t help but smile at his neediness. For such a big man, he sure is bratty. It’s a good thing you like that. You take the dagger out of him, chuckling at the way he whines when you remove it, only to sink it into the area right above his navel as you slowly push into him, stretching him nicely. You groan loudly at the feeling of his tight pussy squeezing your cock like a vice, the knot in your abdomen already building just from sliding in. It makes it worse when he locks your own legs with his and pulls you closer, effectively pushing you deeper. He grins up at you when he feels you twitch inside him, chuckling deeply.

“Too much for you, pretty boy?” He chides and you grunt in response, moving your free hand to his neck to wrap your fingers around his throat and squeeze. His eyes roll back, a low moan dying in his throat as his pussy constricts around your throbbing dick.

“Looks like I’m too much for you,” you tease before rolling your hips into him, pulling sounds of ecstasy from him with every thrust. Havik grabs your forearm and makes you push the blade deeper as you fuck him at a steady pace, his whines and moans and mewls clouding your mind. Your hips move faster, skin slaps skin. All you can think about is fucking Havik senseless, his noises and pleas encouraging you further, to get rougher. You’re soon thrusting the dagger in and out of the wound in time with your strokes and tightening your grip on Havik’s neck. He pants into the air, back arching and hips bucking to match your pace. His free hand comes up to grip your bicep, the blunt nails digging into your skin only fueling the fire. You can feel the not in your stomach tightening, but you stave off your orgasm. You can’t come, not yet. Not until he reaches his own climax.

“Gods,” Havik rasps, his voice trembling. “Fuck me harder. Hard as you can.”

Shit, that almost sends you over the edge, but you manage to keep yourself under control and do as he wants. You release the hilt of the dagger and grab the underside of his thighs to push them into his chest, penetrating him deeper. This earns a rather loud moan from him, followed by a deep, breathless laugh.

“Good boy,” his voice is like honey; sweet, smooth, intoxicating. It only encourages you further, sending a shiver down your spine.

His legs wrap around your waist, pushing your pelvis flush against his. It’s all you can do to keep from drooling onto his bare chest while you rut into his almost desperately. It’s pathetic, even, the way you whine, the way you flush down to your chest. Havik has you so whipped you can’t even think straight. You’re almost worried you’ll finish before he does until he finally comes undone with a borderline animalistic shout. His hips stall and his body arches into yours, his quivering pussy becoming impossibly tight. It’s all you can do to pull out quickly, earning a whine from the man beneath you.

“Why the hell are you pulling out?” He growls, his brows furrowing in frustration and confusion. You take the time to catch your breath, wrapping your fingers around the hilt of the dagger again and grabbing a handful of his hair to yank his head back and slit his throat. Havik’s eyes go wide, surprised by the sudden slice, but he doesn’t complain when your intention becomes apparent. You grab Havik’s arms and pull him up so he’s kneeling on the ground, blood spilling from the fresh gash and dribbling down his body so beautifully. Before going any further, you mutter to him and ask if he’s doing okay. He responds with a grunt.

“Don’t ask, just do.”

That’s all you needed to hear.

You tangle your fingers back into his thick, dark hair and pull, causing the wound to make a sickening crunching sound that only makes you harder. Havik’s hands rest at the back of your thighs as you plunge your cock into the wound. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, a whole new variety of textures stimulating you in the best of ways. The wound squelches and Havik’s throat gurgles obscenely with each thrust. You eventually slip into his severed esophagus and Havik’s hands grip your thighs harder. He looks up at you, his expression fucked out, his gaze distant. The whole affair is wrong in so many ways, but gods, it feels so damn good. You find yourself thrusting harder into Havik’s throat, enamored and extremely aroused by the blood seeping form his mouth and trickling down his chin, staining his exposed teeth. A couple more thrusts is all it takes for you to be sent over the edge, coming down Havik’s throat and into the meat of the wound with a pathetic groan. Your legs tremble and your knees buckle, but Havik is quick to help you down, pulling you into a firm, albeit sweaty, embrace that you readily return. The wound in his neck closes as well as the other two in his abdomen and he nuzzles your cheek, his hot breath fanning over your skin.

“Let’s lie here for a while,” he mutters. “Take a nap…”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Let’s do that.”

You brush some hair out of his face and press a quick kiss to his forehead before joining him in sleep. He’s gone by morning.

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Chapter IV: Mercy

Warnings: angst, animal death (hunting), descriptions of cleaning animals, not proofread

The next little while turns out to be a little rough. Jay still doesn’t trust Havik as much as he would like them to, and they get frustrated with him so easily. Being too close while they’re trying to rest, looking at them for too long, literally anything has them angry. He’s beginning to think this small person has more rage than he does. Only after he asks them how to properly clean an animal does it get better. After a week of watching them clean animals (which he hasn’t been allowed to prepare) that had fallen victim to the traps, he finally speaks up and asks how they clean them so efficiently.

“Huh?” They look as if they don’t believe what he just said. “Have you never cleaned and butchered an animal before?”

He grumbles a quiet no. Havik feels a tad silly now. In truth, he had never put much thought into how to clean an animal, especially after gaining his powers. Pathogens haven’t affected him in years, and he had built up a fairly good immunity to most things anyway. Jay simply shakes their head, a cocky smile appearing on their face that Havik has had yet to see.

“It’s hard to believe you’ve been surviving on your own for so long and never learned how to properly clean an animal.”

“I haven’t needed to,” he huffs, almost as if embarrassed by his lack of skill in that area.

Jay beckons him forward, albeit reluctantly. “I’ll show you, then.”

Despite Havik’s own reluctance he steps forward and kneels next to them, his curiosity getting the better of him. He watches as Jay carefully skins the small animal with practiced ease, running the tip of the knife along its flesh to cut away connective tissue. He becomes even more engrossed when they slice it open in an almost gentle manner, cutting out organs, saving some, discarding others.

“You want to avoid nicking the intestines and stomach, otherwise it will ruin the meat,” they explain. “Keep an eye out for parasites, too. Like worms.” They toss the unwanted organs to the side and save the rest, rambling about how some contain substantial amounts of iron or fat and are useful during the winter months.

“I knew that,” Havik mutters, though he is quite impressed by their knowledge. No wonder they managed to survive by themself for as long as they had. “Where did you learn all this?”

Jay pauses for a moment before slicing at the joints of the animal to break it up into pieces and make it easier to cook. A moment passes before they reply, “My father taught me. He was an outdoorsman and wanted me to have the skills to survive if needed. Thank goodness I paid attention.”

Their father? This is the first time Jay has ever mentioned anything about their past. It tugs at Havik’s interest, but he leaves it for now. If he pushes now, they’ll probably just threaten to stab him. Not that he’s opposed to them twisting it into his chest…nevermind. He just watches the rest of their process. Maybe they’ll feel more comfortable with him handling the food later on.

After that day, Jay seems to open up a little more and their ankle seems to be healing up nicely. They do more around the camp, like gathering firewood and plucking herbs out of the ground all day. When he asks, Jay tells Havik that it’s for medicinal purposes and goes on a bit of a ramble as to which herb does what. He finds that he enjoys listening to them ramble, whether it’s about herbs, hunting, or even just odd and end subjects. The two even find themselves talking about meaningless things, learning each other’s favorite colors and seasons among other things. Havik even learns that he enjoys the sound of Jay’s laughter and their smile. Jay finds themself surprised by how much they’re beginning to enjoy Havik’s company. He really isn’t awful when one gets to know him; he’s sporadic and has plenty of stories to tell, entertaining Jay’s curiosity into the late hours of the night with tales of chaos and revelry. He even speaks sparingly of the oppressive Seidan regime and the rebellion he was once part of. As much as it interest Jay, they can tell by how little detail he gives that he’s not too keen on sharing too much, his distant expression giving just as much away. Maybe he will open up later, maybe not. In all honesty, Jay doesn’t exactly want to hang around. They hate having to depend on people or accept help. Independence is the real goal, especially after their ankle heals. It seems winter has other plans, though.

The days just get colder and colder, making sleeping and just existing harder. It’s a wet cold that seeps into the bones, chilling one to their core. They may be healed now, but now is hardly a time to leave the comfort of another person, especially one that’s practically a living heater. Havik takes notice of how Jay shifts closer to him in their sleep, seeking more warmth than the sparse furs can provide. He doesn’t mind it much. He used to huddle for warmth quite often, so he’s well aware that it’s a simple survival instinct and nothing more, no matter how embarrassed Jay gets when they realize how close they are to him. Not wanting to rely on another body for warmth is enough to convince Jay to hunt for bigger game in hopes of acquiring more fur and fast.

Jay sets out into the surrounding thicket, insisting that Havik stay behind.

“You’re heavy-footed,” they deadpan. “You‘ll scare off any game before I can even spot it.”

Havik huffs at their reasoning, “I am not that loud.”

“Yes you are,” a smile plays at their lips. Havik just scoffs and waves them off as if telling them to go ahead, knowing damn well they don’t need his permission and won’t take no for an answer.

“Fine. Just don’t freeze out there. And don’t come back empty handed.”

Jay gives him a little smile, almost reassuring, before heading out, bow and quiver equipped.

Frosted leaves and grass crunch softly beneath Jay’s boots as they tread lightly through the brush with an arrow knocked. They’re ever vigilant, eyes and ears open in hopes of coming across something like a deer. They would even hope for something with thicker fur like a wolf or big cat, but they aren’t sure they’re too well equipped to take something like that down. Maybe they should have let Havik come along even if it meant the possibility of scaring off any prey in the area.

They’re quickly shaken from their thoughts when they hear the snapping of twigs and crunching of leaves. Jay slows their steps even further, crouching down to avoid being seen as they spot a deer-like animal a few yards away; a female, it looks like. Plenty of fat and a thick coat. A good kill, for sure. They shift into a better position, keeping their breathing steady as they draw their bow and aim for the chest. The shot has to be a damn good one to actually take the animal down. It’s times like these that make them miss using a rifle. Nevertheless, they settle into position and take the shot, the arrow hitting the intended area, but not taking the deer down and sending it running.

“Shit!” They take off running after it, hoping and praying to whatever would listen that it runs out of steam and goes down soon. Their lungs burn and their eyes water, the cold air ripping at their hair and face as they practically sprint to keep up with the deer. They almost seem to be gaining ground until their boot catches root and they trip, falling onto the hard ground with a curse. After regaining their senses, they push themself up and dust the dirt off their hands, cursing again at losing sight of the deer. Their body protests as they get to their feet and try to look for any signs as to where the deer may have went. A few minutes of looking is all it takes to find a blood train. Bright red, the color of hope.

Jay spends almost an hour tracking their kill before finally finding it lying on its side. Their chest tightens and heart stutters when they realize it’s still alive, barely breathing, wheezing and fighting off its inevitable death. They approach the animal quietly, kneeling beside it and unsheathing their dagger to pierce its heart, ending its life quickly. A gentle hand strokes its fur, savoring the warmth that lingers.

“I’m sorry you had to suffer. I should’ve been a better shot,” their voice wavers, followed by a small sniffle in an attempt to hold back tears. “Thank you for providing. I won’t waste anything. I promise.”

Havik tends to the fire back at the campsite, lifting his gaze from it when Jay returns with the deer in tow. He gets to his feet and moves to help Jay drag the carcass to where they need it at the edge of the camp. They thank him for the help and he notices how red their eyes are. Must be from the wind…

It takes a good while to get the deer strung up and skinned before they can start actually cleaning it and preparing it. Havik works mostly on scraping the fat and connective tissue off the hide while Jay bleeds and guts the body, taking what seems like extra care this time around. He only stops what he’s doing to approach them when they sigh toss their blade down, flinging blood off of their hands.

“Hey,” he starts, “What’s your deal?”

“There is no deal,” they reply bluntly, but can’t hide the tremble in their voice.

“What the hell are you crying about?” He scoffs. “Can’t kill an animal without getting upset? I thought you were a hunter.”

Jay picks their blade back up and presses the bloody tip of it to Havik’s sternum.

“How would you feel if someone shot you in the lung and made you suffer? You had to run because you were scared. Scared of the one that shot you, scared of dying,” tears build up in their eyes and roll down their cold flushed cheeks. “I have no issues taking an animal’s life for food and clothes and utensils because, goddammit, I’m gonna use every last bit.”

They take the knife away from Havik’s chest and take a breath, attempting to regain their composure. He doesn’t flinch the entire time. It’s annoying.

“I was a shit shot and she ran,” they explain, “It took me a while to find her once she finally went down and it hurt my heart to know she suffered because I couldn’t take her life quick enough. For what it’s worth, I apologized and thanked her for her resources.” They wipe their face with their forearm, going back to cleaning out the organs while Havik watches on, not exactly sure what to say, so he says nothing and goes back to curing the hide.

The two eat in silence that night, the crackling of fire being the only thing to break it. It takes everything for Jay to stomach the venison in the stew, but they force it down for the sake of eating and staying alive, for the sake of the deer.

“You’re a good hunter, mutt,” Havik speaks up out of nowhere, drawing Jay’s attention to him, “For what it’s worth, I don’t think the deer holds it against you. We’re all just trying to survive out here.”

As much as they hate to admit it, his words make them feel a little better and makes the meat go down more easily. Before they can respond, Havik adds to his statement.

“I know how it feels to fear the inevitability of death. I’ve been beaten within an inch of my life more times than I can count. Used to be prey, believe it or not,” he glances at Jay before turning his gaze back to the food in his bowl. “I was lucky enough to meet someone that ended my suffering at the time, long before I had obtained these abilities,” he sighs wistfully as if reminiscing. Jay wants to pry, wants to ask who saved someone who doesn’t seem to need any saving at all, but decides against it. He’ll open up when he wants.

Jay feels a drop of moisture on their face, interrupting their thoughts. They look up, expecting rain, but see flurries of snow instead. Havik looks up as well, holding a hand out to feel it and make sure he’s not imagining it. It’s going to be a cold night.

I hope this one is long enough raaahhh. I don’t really have much to say about this one, sooo yeah :)

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Chapter III: Shelter

no warnings this time :)

“Jay,” Havik echos, testing the feel of their name on his tongue. It’s unfamiliar for sure. Nothing like any other name he’s ever heard before. Strange name, strange accent, clumsy language, not to mention their lack of durability. They’re foreign, but just how foreign are they? Where are they from and why are they here of all places? If anything, looking past the grime and exhaustion, they look as if they’d be someone’s trophy. A pretty little pet to perch upon some noble’s lap, especially with those eye; deep blue like the waters he used to find solace in back when he was still shackled by Seidan aristocrats. He shakes away the admiration, not willing to let such emotion show or allow himself to be distracted by pretty things.

“Where are you from?” He queries.

A beat of silence.

“Not here,” Jay almost huffs.

“Clearly,” Havik rasps, his teeth clacking as he speaks. Jay keeps their eyes on him, though they sag with lethargy. They want so badly to sleep, even a wink, but they don’t want to risk putting themself in danger. Havik takes notice of their tired gaze, the way their head nods.

“You should rest. Your body needs to revitalize.”

Jay shakes their head, a clear ‘no’. Havik sighs at their stubbornness, though he really can’t say anything. He’s gone days, maybe weeks without rest, paranoia clawing at the back of his neck. He understands well how they must feel, but they look as if they’re going to hit the ground any second now. He stands and moves further away from them in hopes of making them feel better, safer. Much to his surprise, Jay seems to relax a little, pulling their worn cloak tighter around themself for warmth.

Despite their own insistence to keep an eye on Havik, their eyes fall shut and they nod off, eventually slumping over to find comfort in the soft grass beneath them to rest their mind and body.

Jay awakens the next morning with a start, sitting bolt upright and almost gasping for breath. Their fingers dig into the soil to ground themself, dirt caking under their blunt nails. They swallow thickly, their mouth dry and throat sore as if they had been shouting all night. Finally, they calm down, their heart still fluttering, but far from pounding, until their eyes find the beast of a man that lays on the other side of the cold fire. Their heart picks up its pace again. Not as quickly as when they first woke up, but it’s enough to have their breathing labored. Jay stands abruptly, too abruptly, causing their injured ankle to throb with searing pain. They do their best to stifle a yelp, but fail miserably when they fall back to the hard ground. Havik sits up immediately and turns to look at them, startled by their pained noise. He gets to his feet and approaches them to assist them then back away, hands up defensively, when they brandish their blade. He can’t help the chuckle that leaves with throat.

“The both of us know that tiny blade will do nothing. Put that thing up and calm down,” he sighs, crouching to their level. “You startled me. The least you can do is not threaten me with a weapon.”

Jay reluctantly puts the blade away but the scowl on their face remains until Havik backs away again. He takes a seat adjacent to them, a few paces away. There’s a tense silence between the two that Jay breaks much to Havik’s surprise.

“If you are so insistent on helping me, then you can start by setting traps.”

Bossy.

“Trap setting…” he ponders. As much as he hates to admit it, he never really set traps. Too impatient for his food, perhaps.

“I can make them as long as you bring me materials and set them,” they explain. “It may be a benefit to you as well.” Before Jay can explain any further, Havik butts in.

“Fine. I’ll help set up your traps, but we should head back, first.”

“Head back?” Jay queries, their voice scratchy, “To where?”

“I have a small campsite set up a little ways away from here,” Havik rumbles, “We should be more comfortable there. Furs and shelter to keep warm.”

Skeptical at first, Jay begrudgingly agrees to follow Havik to his camp. It’s a tedious, painful trek with the condition that their leg is in. It’s almost as if their tendons and joints are groaning in protest with each step, their body worn down from the couple of days prior. Havik notices this but keeps his distance and decides it’s best not to offer any help, as he would likely just get a slice to the face or something. The journey takes a couple of hours but it’s just about worth it when Jay spots the camp. Though it’s not much there’s shelter, odd and end cooking utensils, and a few weapons lying around. Jay huffs out a small sight and leans up against a tree, getting some weight off of their leg.

“How long has this been set up?”

Havik grumbles, “Not long. I don’t stay in one place for longer than I have to. Draws too much attention.”

The statement piques Jay’s interest. He must be on the run from something, they think. They shake the thought away. Best not to look too much into it. If he’s on the run, he must be doing a damn good job at it. Not many would want to actively seek out a man like him.

“About those traps,” Havik’s voice snaps them out of their thoughts. Right…the traps. They take a seat on the grass and begin to pull supplies from their bag, working quickly to assemble a simple cinch trap that can easily catch small animals. Jay hands the trap to Havik and he turns it over in his hands, fiddling with the mechanism.

“I’ve seen these before, but never made ‘em,” he comments, testing its durability on his forearm. “Freed a few mutts from them in my time.”

Jay’s expression seems to soften a little at Havik’s words. “Poor pups,” they drawl, “a shame people put them out in areas populated with dogs.”

“Got a soft spot for animals?” He asks.

Jay glances up at the man, hands busy with another trap. “Do you?”

Havik looses a sigh. “That is up for interpretation, hunter.”

Turning their attention back to the task at hand, Jay just lets out an amused huff and doesn’t bother to continue to conversation. Once three traps have been made, Havik goes and sets them up around the perimeter of the camp and spaces them out so one being set off doesn’t discourage any other animals from approaching another. He returns to the camp, noticing that Jay is still sitting where they had been before.

“You can go in,” he gestures to the, admittedly, small makeshift shelter, “or do you need permission to enter like some trained dog?”

“I am no dog,” Jay bristles at the comparison before shifting into the little shelter, settling into the pile of furs. “It’s considered impolite to enter someone’s space without permission. Not sure you’re aware of that.”

Havik laughs raucously. “Some humor you’ve got there! I don’t fully believe in the concept of ownership, especially when I have already welcomed a person into my general space.” He crouches down just outside the opening, a semblance of a grin on his face. “Make yourself comfortable, mutt. That nasty sprain will take some time to heal.”

Jay doesn’t respond, but they do make themself comfortable when Havik leaves them to the shelter, heading out into the brush for some reason or another. This is gonna be a long couple of weeks…

Hiii hey hellooo!! I know this was a short chapter especially for the time taken in between the last one, but I’ve finished my finals and have some free time now! I’ll either post the next chapter tonight or tomorrow (depending on how much I want to sleep). Anywaaay hope you enjoyed this chapter, the next one should have some angst >:3

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Haven't posted here in a while so here's something depraved. If you don't wanna read it pleeeaasse just don't okay thanks here you go freaks >:3

CW: sexual content, gore kink. Yes this involves Havik. MDNI yadda yadda

Imagine having Havik laid open while you ride him. He's lying on the ground, panting, trembling, blood trickling from his mouth and oozing from his torn skin and muscle, staining the dirt red. He looks at you like you're some sort of godly entity, the only thing worthy of worship other than chaos itself. His cock stretches you so nicely, hot crimson coating your thighs as you rock against him. You lovingly caress his organs, especially his lungs and heart that had once been hidden behind his ribcage. He whimpers. He actually whimpers when you sink your hands into his body cavities, causing him to buck his hips up into you. If he could get the muscles in his arms and chest to work so that he could grab you he would, but he's completely at your mercy at this point and loving every second of it. A few more ghostly touches to his rapidly beating heart has him cumming, groaning and drooling, his lungs rising and collapsing and his diaphragm pushing its limits. He loves how vulnerable he feels when he's splayed open, vivusected and pinned like a test subject, just for you. He's all yours~

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[three fingers deep in your stab wound] aw, does that feel good? youre so wet ♡

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Chapter II: Achilles

Warnings: mentions of blood and injury. Not proof read you know the drill.

Jay backs themself up against the tree behind them, the heels of their boots digging into the ground as they try desperately to put more distance between themself and the man before them. The rough bark bites into their back, scratching at their skin through the thin material of their clothes, only adding to their already overwhelmed mind, their brain foggy from exhaustion. Their eyes gaze at Havik, bulging and bewildered, unable to process his words. He just wants to get to know them? Like hell he does. He just chased them down despite them trying to kill him multiple times. There must be an ulterior motive, though he clearly isn’t sane, either way.

Havik keeps his distance for a moment. Jay’s labored breathing and shocked expression is enough to tell him that he shouldn’t try to approach them again, lest he wants to be stabbed, bitten, or clawed at. In truth, he really doesn’t mind any of those things, but the person a few feet form him would just exhaust themself trying to fight back again. They already look as if they’re on the brink of death; thin as a rail with dark circles under their eyes. Havik has seen his fair share of people in such shape, including himself, and it strikes him with a feeling of pity that he can’t seem to push away. How long had it been since they had eaten a proper meal, gotten proper rest? Then again, when had he?

A small sound pulls Havik from his thoughts, bringing his attention back to the injured stranger before him. He watches them shift, grimacing from the pain in their ankle. He takes a step forward, attempting to get a look at the injury, but Jay shies away again, alert once more despite the searing sensation clawing its way up their leg. They glare up at Havik, spitting out some of the blood that stains their mouth before muttering something in a language he doesn’t understand, though the cadence does sound strangely familiar, only furthering his curiosity of the individual.

He pushes his confusion away and kneels to get to Jay’s level, turning his eyes away to try and tell them that he’s letting his guard down, and it seems to work to an extent. Their hackles don’t seem as raised and they let out a breath, letting their head fall against the tree.

“What the hell do you want from me?” Their voice is hoarse when they speak, worn ragged from the struggle. Havik finally turns his eyes back to them and sees their scowl. It’s almost cute. Like a puppy trying to bare its teeth. He fights back his smirk, though, not like they’d be able to tell because of his mangled face, but he hides it nonetheless.

“Nothing,” he rasps. “I don’t exactly know why I followed you.”

“Bullshit,” they spit, their nose crinkling with a snarl. Havik huffs and sits in front of them, his gaze never leaving their own.

“Why do you think I followed you?”

Jay laughs scoffs at the question, grimacing again as they shift into a more comfortable position. They’ll have to play the long game, it seems, answering questions until there’s an opportunity to escape.

“How should I know? All in know is that you seemed very intent on catching me.”

“I’m not asking if you know. I’m asking what you think,” he interjects. Truthfully, he wants to know what they think so he may get an idea as to why he might have been chasing them, because, as he had admitted to himself, he really isn’t sure. Jay scowls at him.

“I’m not stupid. I know how cruel people can be,” there’s that panic in their voice again, in their expression. “I will not fall for false comfort.”

Havik hums, understanding where they’re coming from, but he knows that their situation could become dire at this point. Given, he is at fault for their injury, but their condition beforehand wasn’t much better.

“Winter is approaching,” his voice is uncharacteristically soft, but the firmness remains. “Even without that injury you’d die shortly after the cold hits.”

Jay’s expression shifts from defensive anger to something akin to hopelessness. They had been afraid of such an outcome, had even expected it, but hearing it from someone else’s mouth hit them hard. It’s like a punch to the gut and their head feels like it’s spinning. From hunger, exhaustion? Probably a mix of everything, really. Their gaze locks onto Havik’s and the softness of his voice is nowhere to be seen in those dark eyes. His expression is firm, insistent. Jay curses under their breath, taking their time to respond. That scowl finds its way to their face again.

“Leave me to the land, then,” they wave a hand dismissively. Havik only huffs at their response. Someone so self depreciating still looks so scared, so afraid. They’re trembling still, but trying so hard to hide it. He only shakes his head and stands.

“It will be a slow and painful death. Starvation is not a comfortable fate, though I think you are well aware of that.”

He strides over to an adjacent tree, leaning against it and observing Jay. His eyes never leave them, watching idly as they rummage through their bag and take out supplies to patch up their ankle. They grimace and wince at the pain in their leg, inhaling sharply through their teeth. A balm is applied once they have the leg of their trousers rolled up and their worn boot set to the side, then they wrap it, splint it for stability, and wrap it again before putting everything back into place. Havik watches intently as they try to stand, bracing themself against the tree and limping to the next. He wants to mark a comment but refrains, knowing they’ll just use more energy to snap back at him. Instead, he stands by while Jay pulls a low branch down and tests its sturdiness, determined to use it as a makeshift crutch.

“You’re going to exasperate your injury like that.”

“Shut up.”

The bite in their words has a chuckle rumbling in his chest.

“I am willing to help,” he sighs. “If you’ll let me, that is.”

“I don’t need your help,” they snap. “I’m capable of handling myself, and I’m not going to die out here. I won’t.”

Such determination. It’s admirable, but reality can be cruel. There’s no doubt they’ll die by mid winter or at least be on the brink of death. Despite Havik’s recommendation, Jay braces themself on the makeshift crutch and starts to hobble off, doing their best to put distance between themself and scarred man. Nevertheless, he follows. Not like he had earlier, of course. He just tails them this time, slowing his pace to match their hindered stride. Though it really annoys them, Jay makes no move to confront Havik, too exhausted to even care. As long as he doesn’t attack them they’ll just keep moving. The silence, however is borderline deafening, and Jay’s anxiety is running wild. They can feel Havik’s eyes boring into their back. Is he waiting for the perfect moment to strike? Take them down and…no. He doesn’t seem to be interested. Maybe he’s just nosy, they think to themself. Yeah, maybe he just likes to get into other people’s business and annoy the hell out of them, because he sure is good at it.

The sun eventually begins to set and Jay’s ankle throbs. They’ve been doing their absolute best to keep weight off of it, but there’s only so much they can manage. With night closing in it would be best to stop and rest for the night. Moving in darkness is dangerous, especially with so many nocturnal predators. The only problem is that Havik is still following them and they refuse to let their guard down around him. His motives are still unknown, making him most untrustworthy. Though he claims his intentions are good, Jay can’t know that for sure. A sharp pain shoots up their leg, making them wince; a reminder that they have no choice but to rest. And so they do, stopping next to a small creek. Jay hobbles their way through the brush, gathering things to start a fire, only to take notice that Havik is doing the same at a distance. Shaking their head, they ignore him and gather what they need before constructing the base for their fire. They jump and flinch away when Havik adds to the pile, his calloused hands brushing their own in the process.

“I told you that I don’t need your help.”

Havik doesn’t bother answering. He just continues building the base up before striking a few sparks onto the kindling and placing it accordingly.

Jay huffs, “I’m not some helpless little thing you have to keep following around. Leave me alone.”

“Oh,” Havik hums, his voice low and gravelly. “You looked like a kicked mutt to me.”

They scowl at his comment, tempted to toss coals into his eyes, but they just sit back onto the grass and loose a sigh. Defeat is the only thing they feel at this point. All this time in the brush by themself and a little sprained ankle is going to kill them? Likely. Jay rubs at their face, leaving their head in their hands. It feels like their chest is going to burst.

“Goddammit,” their voice trembles. “I’m really going to die out here…”

Havik sits back and gazes at them, seeing how they tense. It’s not like he has never seen anyone on the verge of breaking, on the verge of death, even, but dammit does this one make his chest hurt. He can tell that there’s something unusual about them, like they aren’t as sturdy as other Outworlders. This one seems to break much easier in the physical aspect. He takes a chance and shifts closer to Jay, holding a hand up when they flinch like he’s trying to calm an injured creature. When they seem to relax a bit more, he moves to sit about an arm’s length away from them. They keep their eyes on him, that blue gaze misty with tears. A kicked dog. Maybe he should have worded it better. Nevertheless, he holds their gaze, trying to soften his expression to show them that they really don’t have to be afraid of him, though he doesn’t blame them one bit for being frightened. His face is mangled and he’s covered in scars, not to mention his stunted social skills. He’s never been good at talking or negotiation, and has always been more of a “hands on” person. Never wanted to waste his breath, especially after all the times his negotiating has failed him. Though he feels he should waste his breath on this one.

“My words are harsh and my actions have indeed not given you a reason to trust me,” he sighs, “but I really do wish to help you. It was never my intention to bring harm to you and I…I feel I should at least help you recover before you try to survive the winter. Help you hunt and prepare.” His eyes are gentle in the firelight, the glow bathing his tan skin in a warm light. “Will you allow me to at least do that?”

Jay looks him over, cautious, but considering. They don’t want to trust him and they really shouldn’t, but what choice do they have? He’s right. If the winter doesn’t kill them, then animals, others will. It scares them, but he’s their best chance at survival. The choice is obvious. They mutter something in that strange language again.

“Fine. I will let you help,” Havik opens his mouth to speak, but Jay quickly cuts him off. “If I so much as suspect that you intend to harm me, the consequences will be dire.”

Havik only nods despite both knowing that they wouldn’t be able to truly stop him, but he has no intention of harming them. He genuinely hopes they come to understand that.

There’s a beat of silence between the two, only broken by the sound of something moving through the trees and the crackle of fire.

“What is your name?”

“…Jay.”

A/N: RAAHHH SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. School has been kicking my tail, but finals are done and I’m on the downward slope. Clinicals will probably keep me busy, but I’ll do my best to update <3. Also tagging @malicedragoness bc I know my girlie loves an update hehe!

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Shit post incoming

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Self shipping ask game from this post. These are so cute, I answered most of them. Slight nsfw but nothing explicit.

It’s really long so most of it is under the cut.

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🛌 - do you and your f/o sleep in the same bed? if you do, do you have a favorite and least favorite thing about sleeping together?

Three people in a bed can get kind of crowded real fast!

Most of the time, I like my own space when sleeping. The boys can be in the bed, but it’s hard for me to cuddle and sleep at the same time. But also, there’s hardly any room in the bed with two tall, muscular men.

Havik came up with a solution. Since his body parts are detachable, he detaches his head and sets it on a pillow while his body sleeps on the floor. And Stain will either spoon me, or sleep comfortably on his side.

I can’t help but cuddle his head and shower him with kisses when he does this. He has no complaints, he loves it!

There’s another room with a bed, incase one of us just needs to sleep alone and have our own space. We never take it personally. Sometimes, you just need that solitude.

💐 - do you have a garden? what does it look like? do you instead keep flowers in your home? what kind?

I’m horrible with gardening! And even worse at trying to keep a plant alive, even though they’re so pretty. 😭

I feel bad when the boys get me flowers and they end up dying within days. Especially the orchid Havik picked out for me, and the roses Stain got me.

Stain has a bonsai in his room that he takes care of religiously. I asked him to teach me how to take care of my flowers and I regretted it. Because one thing about this man, is that he will hold you accountable! If you say you’re gonna do something, he holds you to it.

So now I’m stuck with him constantly harping on me to water the flowers and give them flower food. And if there is even a hint of them withering, he is on my ass about it.

It can be annoying, but it’s just who he is. No one is perfect, and I love him for it. (Thankfully, he knows I’m not perfect, too, and will help me. After he sighs and gives me a lecture, of course. lol.)

🪺 - what does your dream back/front yard look like?

My dream front yard would have Blue Bonnets and Indian Paintbrushes. Maybe some sunflowers, too.

I’m from Texas, so I see blue bonnets and paintbrushes in open fields when we take road trips during spring time. They’re so beautiful.

However, after looking up the meaning of the flowers, they fit so well with our relationship.

Paintbrushes symbolize creativity and life, which is important to me.

Blue bonnets symbolize bravery and sacrifice. Both Stain and Havik have had to sacrifice a lot to get where they are now, which took a lot of courage and bravery.

Sunflowers symbolize happiness. Which I hope to bring to my men.

⛈️ - what do you do when there's bad storms? is there anything you do to comfort each other? or maybe you like to watch the storms?

Personally, I get the best sleep when it’s raining or storming outside. 🤣 I’m like a cat that’s taking a nap on a windowsill.

Havik loves to watch storms. Seido is a very dry place. When it rained, it was something to be celebrated. And where I live, it rains often.

Stain is pretty neutral. He might take that time to sleep or plan his next move.

🧭 - what's your ideal travel spot? if you could own a vacation home with your f/o, where would your home be?

I’ve never been outside my home state. So there are lots of places I want to travel to!

New Zealand to see the Lord of the Rings film locations. Italy where my mother’s family is from, and to try the food. Japan for multiple nerdy reasons, the food, and the beautiful gardens.

Havik said I may not like Seido so much since it’s hot as hell. But he would like for me to visit now that he’s overthrown the hierarchy.

Stain would take me to visit the beautiful gardens of Japan. And one trip would be when cherry blossoms are in bloom.

I don’t think we could afford to have a vacation home, but I would love a big cabin somewhere nice. Especially during autumn and watch the leaves change colors and cuddle up with my men by a fireplace. Go outside when it’s night time and stargaze.

Stain is a smart man and would know some constellations. He would point some out to us and tell us stories about them.

🎂 - do you have any special birthday celebrations you partake in every year?

My birthday is in early April. Which is Wrestlemania time and I love to watch wrestling! And so does Havik! He gets into it and loves the darker gimmicks wrestlers have. Undertaker, Kane, Bray Wyatt, etc.

Stain reluctantly goes along with it because it makes me happy.

Since the death of his parents, Stain hasn’t really celebrated his birthday or done anything special. And Havik never had reason to celebrate since he was essentially a slave in Seido.

I’m trying to change that for them and do something nice for them when their birthdays roll around. Even if it’s just a cake and a home cooked meal, I want them to know that I love them and they’re special to me.

And depending on whose birthday is coming up, the other one will help me plan it. They’re not really big on gifts. They prefer quality time and thoughtfulness over materialistic items.

🎇 - do you and your f/o have a favorite holiday to celebrate together? what is it? do you have different holidays you like celebrating?

Halloween and Thanksgiving are my favorites.

Havik loves the idea of Halloween and all the spookiness. Stain feels it’s more childish, but whatever makes us happy.

They both appreciate Thanksgiving with me since it involves cooking lots of food. My men are tall, strong, and need lots of calories to maintain their physique!

🔑 - which one of you locks themselves out of the house more often?

HAVIK!

I can’t help it. It’s so fucking funny every time he does it! He gets angry beyond belief and starts growling and bashing his head against the door.

My poor, chaotic baby isn’t used to having a place to call his own. So it was quite a transition for him to have his own room inside a house/apartment, instead of being outside or in the stables.

I love him, but I can’t help but tease him when he forgets his keys. 🤭

🛀 - do you and your f/o take baths together? do you have a favorite bath salt or soap to use when you do?

I’m more of a shower person, and so are they. All three of us can’t fit in there at the same time. The boys are too big, lol. It is lovely to take a shower with either one of them.

Stain is more intimate. Taking his time to wash my body, hold me close, and just enjoy being together. No one to bother us.

Havik is more playful and little naughty. His hands tend to roam with teasing touches. Giving little nips on my ears and neck. Whispering naughty things.

🌡️ - when you or your f/o gets sick, do you take care of each other? what do you do?

Havik doesn’t get sick after Quan Chi used his magic to give him his ‘healing power.’

Stain gets sick, but he’s quick to get better. However, I tend to get sick pretty easily, and it takes me forever to get better.

Stain is pretty good about making sure I take medicine, even I’m feeling better.

🃏 - if you and your f/o were to be snowed in for several days with no power, what would you two do to keep away boredom?

Stain likes to play Magic the Gathering with me. He’s super smart and is a nerd at heart (you can’t tell me he’s not. He goes on Twitter to troll heroes and idolizes All Might. He’s a nerd at heart!), so Magic is right up his alley.

He can build a tournament winning deck and wipe the floor with people. He mainly plays blue (which I fucking hate) or blue/white. Havik tried to play, but got so mad at Stain whooping his ass that he just gave up.

We play different card games and board games. Maybe start a DnD session where Stain is the DM.

Since Havik can’t really die, he’ll probably be out in the snow. This is something new to him, so he’s going to have fun with it. I expect a snowball fight to happen between the two of them. Mainly because Havik wants to piss off Stain for winning all the time.

I like to read, draw, and write. Stain will read, too. Sometimes Havik will. But he’s really antsy.

When he gets all pent up full of energy, we’ll either have sex, or the two men will go outside and spar. Something to release all that energy.

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Quick ramble before bed

I believe in the loser Bi Han agenda. Sure, he's a handsome man and takes care of himself to a normal degree, but he's so caught up in his work that he gets no ass. Due to him being his father's successor, and training well into his young adult life (kind of a hc ig), he didn't really socialize much with his peers and had no time for dating. So when he finally does get some, oh boy, he's a mess. His hair is all disheveled, pulled from his bun as he thrusts up into his partner or vice versa. He's a whiny, whimpering, sweaty mess. He can keep his cold and stoic demeanor as Grandmaster all he wants when he's in public, but at soon as he's in the bedroom with his lover, boom! Flip switches. They don't call him SUB zero for nothing.

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it is not a joke when i say i want titan havik to rip his limbs off while he's fucking my cunt so that more of him appears and also starts fucking me or shoving their cocks in my mouth like DAYUM man's just made his own gangbang i swear this man can do it all i bet

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The Hunt

Summary: Jay meets a rather strange man while surviving in Outworld. Chaos ensues (pun intended)

Warnings: violence, some description of gore and injury, eye injury (it irks me so i get it)

Slow and steady are the breaths of the hunter as they watch the rodent just a couple strides in front of them. It sniffs around at a bramble, presumably looking for its own meal, not intending to become one, itself. The cloaked individual observes the animal intently as well as staying ever vigilant to ensure that they don’t become some one else’s supper.

They had noticed a shadow, the subtle snap of a twig, or the crunch of leaves underfoot, but they wouldn’t dare to let who or whatever had been following them know that they’re aware of its presence, so they remain unmoving, eyes on the small rodent. Slowly, they draw their bow, an arrow resting betwixt their fingers as they prepare to aim for the animal. Then it all happens in a flash. The snap of a twig beneath a heavy step sends the rodent sprinting and hunter whipping around to face their stalker, arrow aimed directly at center mass. Their hooded cloak and worn leather mask hide most of their expression, but their heart pounds even harder when they lay their eyes on what had been tailing them.

A man, he seems to be, based on his physique, tall and firm, his tanned skin littered with scars and gashes, some fresh and others old. His armor makes him appear to be even less approachable, composed of various types of leather and sharp, tarnished metal protruding from his clothing as if they’re thorns to deter anyone who dares to come close. Not that he would need thorns. His height and build are enough to frighten the average person, but what really strikes fear into the hunter’s heart is his face.

Or, perhaps, lack of one. From the bridge of his nose and up, he appears as a normal, if not worn man, but his mouth is the issue. Where his lips and nose should be lie a nasty scar, the flesh there swirled and melded together, exposing his teeth and gums, a permanent grimace. The cartilage of his nose and left ear also elude him, and the hunter would feel a bit of pity for the man if they weren’t so frightened.

They keep their eyes on him and the arrow pointed at his chest, their brows pinching into a scowl.

“State your business,” their voice is muffled by the thick, brown leather of their half mask, but even then, their unfamiliar accent is noticeable.

The scarred man cocks his head, seemingly unphased by the threat of a weapon, his dark hair falling over a portion of his face. A moment of silence, then the corners of his eyes seem to crinkle, indicating what appears to be a grin.

“My business,” his jaw clicks as he speaks, his voice rough and low, “I have no business, exactly. Curiosity, perhaps. Satisfying boredom, however, seems more likely.”

Despite the evenness of his tone and the lack of malice in his voice, the cloaked hunter practically shivers at his words, their heart quaking with a primal fear. Fear akin to a deer in the sights of a wolf, prey to a predator. No matter. Their expression hardens, and they keep their grip firmly on their bow.

“I suggest you leave before I loose this arrow.”

He chuckles, “A feisty one, yes? But, no, I do not think I will be leaving. You see,” he steps closer, prompting the hunter to take a step back. “I am not the best at taking orders.”

One step closer, then another, then thunk! The arrow lodges into his left shoulder, knocking him back slightly, and the cloaked hunter takes off into the woods, the trees concealing them quickly as they sprint through the thicket. The scarred man groans at the sting of the arrow in his flesh, a trickle of blood trailing its way down his body, but he’s overall unaffected. He grunts as the grips the shaft of the arrow and rips it from his shoulder, chucking it to the ground and healing the wound quickly before taking off after his assailant.

His footfalls are heavy and swift. Though the arrow had only been a minor inconvenience, it royally pissed him off. He was truthful when he said he was curious about the individual in the woods. He had heard rumors amongst the people of the village he had been skulking around of a strange person clad in a green cloak that hunted in the area, selling pelts for coin. Now, he’s chasing this mystery person through the woodland, tearing through briars as they tear through him. His breath is ragged as he pushes on, his only clue a small trail of blood left by the curious individual, presumably from a cut they had obtained in the midst of their escape.

He follows the meager trail until it stops abruptly, inciting even more frustration within him, pulling a growl from his throat. The man stops and looks around for any other signs of struggle, but finds nothing. But he knows they’re here. Somewhere.

Jay, on the other hand, has their sights on the huffing man, seated quietly in the branches of a tree, their bow drawn once more. How they had managed to scramble up into it, they aren’t sure, likely thanks to the adrenaline coursing through their veins. Their cloak makes a decent camouflage, hiding them in plain sight amidst the leaves, their green hue blending them into the environment. Never still is their heart, and they fear that it will be their undoing. That, somehow, the man below them can hear how it hammers against their sternum, giving them away and leading them to an untimely demise.

It calms slightly, however, when they see him slow his pace, looking less like a caged animal, hellbent on tearing apart the first thing it sees, but that calmness is short-lived when they see him stop completely, only a couple paces away from the tree that hides them. A few seconds. An eternity. Who knows how long it is before they see the man turn his gaze to the leaves, his eyes gleaming with recognition. Their heart stops.

“Clever thing.”

The words barely leave his mouth before an arrow is hurled straight into his face, burying itself into the socket of his eye. A roar of pain rips through the air, and he drops to his knees, his head pounding, his brain burning, and his mind muddled as he grips his head, his fingers digging into his temples as he tries to process what had just happened.

At the same time, Jay takes a leap of faith from the high branches of the tree and tumbles to the ground with a yelp, spraining their ankle in the process. They quickly gather the few things they had dropped and do their absolute damndest to limp away, the adrenaline meant to mask their pain fading gradually.

The sound of their yelp seemed to have bring the injured man out of his limbo, snapping him back to reality. He growls harshly, grasping the arrow and ripping it out of his orbital cavity with a sickening squelch, blood and flesh pouring from the gaping wound. He places his hand over the empty socket and gets to his feet, allowing the injury time to heal before stalking toward Jay’s hobbling figure, his vision blurry. He takes his time, his eye and skull healed by the time he reaches the injured hunter, grasping them roughly by the hood of their cloak and yanking them to him.

Almost as soon as he tries to subdue them, they grab a dagger from its sheath attached to their belt and swing it, slashing their captor’s throat. He sputters and chokes, one hand flying to his neck to grip at the gash, blood spilling from between his fingers and from his mouth, dripping onto Jay’s pale skin. After a moment, he releases the gash on his throat to tear the leather mask from the hunter’s face, and his hand gets bitten as they writhe in his grip, sinking their teeth into his skin, the crunching of his tendons nearly making them gag.

His coughs and hacks slowly turn into laughter, a deep, dark, amused chuckle at the display of desperate survival. They remind him of a frightened prey animal, so terrified that it’ll kick, scratch, and bite, killing just for a chance to stay alive. They remind him of how he used to be, clawing and fighting for his life, and he feels not just pity, but understanding for the first time in a long time. So he lets them go.

They quickly scramble away, backing up against a tree and trying to stand. Their body trembles and quakes, their breathing ragged as they gape at him, the fear in their dark blue eyes tangible. Blood speckles their milky skin and mats their messy, brown hair, a mixture of theirs and his own. They look almost pretty.

After what feels like forever, he takes a step back and raises his hands in surrender, his expression softening as well as his voice.

“My name is Havik,” he pants. “And I simply wish to learn about you.”

A/N: raaaahhh this isn’t proofread at all bc its a work of love u guyzzz plus I typed this up at like 9pm don’t murder meeee <3

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Kinktober Day 3 - Monster AU

Characters: Naga!Havik x GN Reader

Word count: 702

Synopsis: It’s been weeks since your destroyed ship washed up on unknown land. And a naga with a mangled face seems to have taken a liking to you.

Notes: I wrote this with Havik’s black and red hair (Scabbed Over) in mind. I’m not entirely happy with the end product, but I think it’s because I want to world build more with it. But if I did that, then I would just put it off until it’s like 15k words. Maybe I’ll revisit this idea and expand on it in the future. NOT BETA READ, WE DIE LIKE MEN!

Warnings: Monster rutting

Kinktober tag list: @bihanspookies

Warmth surrounds you as you gently stir awake. Your eyes crack open to catch your new lover resting against your chest, an unbidden smile tugging on your lips.

Havik’s ruined face looks more gentle, more calm when he sleeps. The fierce demeanor gone and replaced by a peaceful expression.

He loves to keep you wrapped up in his tail at night. His tail always seemed endless. Coils of shimmering onyx scales, speckled with muted reds and whites, feel silky smooth against your naked skin. Strong as steel, yet they carefully wrap around you, emanating a pleasant heat.

And his thick cock is buried deep inside you, refusing to part from the warm, safe haven your body provided.

Your walls clench around him for a brief moment, earning a low groan from the sleeping creature on top of you.

It’s been weeks since your ship was wrecked by a terrible storm at sea. Deadly waves and a raging tempest had reduced the great ship to timbers, taking many lives of the passengers on board.

You woke up shivering. Drenched in sea water and a face full of wet sand, you cursed the cruel sea for abandoning you in such a strange place. Bodies and pieces of the ship littered the dreary beach. The few survivors decided to take their chances braving the new landscape.

And not even an hour into your trek, you were being chased by a warthog. The rest of your group had dispersed and left you to your fate. Your heart hammering in your chest as the sound of hooves got closer.

Until Havik showed up.

The naga had fallen from the trees, coiling his tail around the vicious beast. His massive hands ripping the jaw off the warthog, squealing in pain. Piece by piece, he clawed it apart until he was covered in blood and viscera.

His haunting gaze turned to you, sniffing the air, “Mate.”

He took you and the carcass of the warthog back to his nest, offering you pieces of raw meat from his kill.

Over time, Havik learned how to care for you. Crafting a spit roast to cook the meat for you, bringing you fresh water from a spring, berries and fruits that were safe to eat. And he offered you the furs of creatures he’s slain to keep you warm.

It seemed like such a long time ago when his feral visage frightened you. Scars decorated his body, some deeper than others. Half of his face was burned away, revealing a sharp set of fangs. Slitted topaz eyes studying your every move.

And now that same creature is curled atop of you, basking in the warmth of your smooth skin.

You smile and clench your walls again, wanting to rouse him from sleep. His muscular abdomen gives an unbidden jerk, sliding further into you.

Slowly, the coils of his tail come alive, slithering around you like never ending waves. A low hiss could be heard as Havik raises his head, trailing the ruined cartilage of his nose up your throat.

“Mate,” his voice low and gravelly in your ear. He teases your neck with the tip of his forked tongue.

“Havik,” you murmur affectionately. A soft sigh leaving your lips as he rocks his hips forward.

Clawed hands caress your body, worshipping every dip and groove, causing shivers down your spine. His cock throbbed within you, rubbing the walls of your tight channel with every thrust.

Onyx tail props you up higher, the end of it curling around your wrists and pulling them behind your head, leaving you at his mercy.

Growls and hisses rumble in his throat.

“My mate,” his hot breath fanning your neck, his hips thrusting into you a little faster. “All mine. No one else can have you.”

“I’m yours, Havik.” Your whimpers spur him on, feeding the possessiveness inside him.

His massive hands envelope your ankles and place them on his shoulders. His hulking figure looms over you, bending your legs to your chest. Drool and venom drip from his fangs, landing on your collarbone as he ruts into you.

“I’m gonna empty every drop of my spill inside you. Until you’re filled to the brim with me.”

[kleric-kunt]

Kinktober Day 1 - Love Bites

Characters: Havik x Cori Graye (OC)

Word count: 2,005

Synopsis: Havik loves to leave marks on his pretty little thief.

Notes: This has been sitting in my W.I.P.s for a long time. I decided to finally finish it and spruce it up a bit. The rest of the prompts won’t be as long as this one.

Warnings: Biting, fingering, slight nipple play, vaginal sex.

MK story tag list: @bihanspookies @brittlecakes92

Havik traced his fingers down her face to her delicate neck, taking in the soft contours and sensitive flesh. She’s a work of art come to life. An entity to cherish, to kiss her feet for gracing you with her presence.

His beautiful creature of mischief.

What did he ever do to deserve her? She is perfect in every way he is not. The light to his shadow. The sweetness to his cruelty. The soft curves to his hard planes of muscles and scars. Nothing could be this perfect.

Except for her.

“Please, Havik. Please touch me.” That pleading voice full of honey and desire.

Cori sat back on the bed, propped up on her elbows, knees bent and her legs spread wide open for him. Just like he wanted.

Half lidded green eyes peering up at him, as if he was the world’s greatest treasure.

Why does she look at him like that? Does she not see the ugliness in his soul? How it’s burned on his face?

And yet, she’s here. Begging for him to touch her more. Arousal glistening between her legs that tasted oh so sweet. Havik could spend hours between her legs, drinking her sweet nectar and still never get enough.

One massive hand circled her throat, pulse fluttering like a butterfly caught in a glass jar. All it takes is one squeeze and she would be gasping for air, barely clinging to life. Yet she trusts him to not give in to that urge. That soft, delicate neck he’s grasped many times, peppering it with purple bite marks. And yet, she still sings for more.

Havik moved his hand up, tracing his thumb along her jaw before stopping at her lips.

Those soft lips that have kissed him, sucked him, and whispered words of love and endearment. Even now, she still kisses him as if his lips are still there. Taking his tongue into her mouth to dance with hers.

Half lidded green eyes watching him with pure devotion. The tip of his thumb grazed her teeth, before he pushed in and pressed down on her tongue, earning him a surprised gasp.

“Suck.” Havik commanded.

And she did without a second thought. The warm confines of her mouth closing around his digit, swirling her tongue, and hollowing her cheeks.

”Mmm.” Her sweet moan vibrated around his thumb.

“Such a good girl for me.” Havik pushed his thumb in and out of her mouth, watching her perfect lips obey his movements. “That’s it.”

He pulled his thumb completely out, smearing her saliva over her lips, and replaced it with his pointer and middle fingers. Slowly, he started the same process. Pushing them back and forth, feeling her teeth scrape against his skin. Feeling her slippery tongue in between his digits as she sucked hard.

When her head started to match the movements of his fingers, he pushed them even further. Slowly inching their way down her throat with each thrust.

The wet noises and delicious gags she made, sent a tingle down his spine and straight to his hard, twitching cock.

”Fuck.” A groan rumbled in his chest. Those glittering eyes gaze into his with such love, wanting nothing more than to please him however he sees fit. “My perfect girl.”

He pushed his thick fingers as far they could go, holding them there as he felt the muscles of her warm throat constrict and gag around them. Only leaving them there for but a few moments as he enjoyed the look of complete obedience from his thief, before pulling them completely out. Hot saliva drenched his fingers, a line of spit connecting them to her lips.

His cock jumped as he watched her gasp for air.

Fuck.

Using his other hand, he grabbed her hair by the nape of her neck and pulled her head backward. Havik licked and nipped along her neck, leaving indents of his teeth on her delicate flesh, earning him little mewls of pleasure.

Saliva coated fingers found their way between her sweet thighs. Gently, he circled the velvety opening, her legs trembling at his barely there touch. One digit explores her hooded clit, finding the hidden pearl under the folds. The way she closed her eyes and let out little "ah ah"'s at every stroke, made his cock throb with need.

Fuck, he loves her reactions. All so sweet. And just for him.

How did he get a woman so perfect? So soft and sweet.

He would never let her go. He can't. He physically couldn't see her leave him. This overwhelming hunger for her consumed him to an unhealthy extent. One he didn't bother to fix. He wanted her, and he wanted her to himself. No other man is allowed to have her. Something that she constantly reassures him he never has to worry about.

That she would never leave him. That she loved him, despite his disfigured face and scarred body. Despite the many times he salivates over her beating heart. Despite the way he wants to consume her. Cori loves him and she couldn't picture a life without him.

”Mmm. Havik.” The little thief mewled. Soft hips gently rocking against his fingertips, still circling her sensitive clit.

A dark thought enters his mind, wanting to toy with her. He speeds up his fingers, feeling her pant against his mangled ear.

Only to stop completely.

Havik let out a dark chuckle, his jaw clicking with the effort, at her frustrated whine.

When she tried to push down on his fingers, he pulled her hair tighter.

“Patience, my pet.” Havik breathed in her ear, voice full of gravel. His fingers travel down to her dripping entrance, letting the first knuckles enter her velvety walls. Calloused palm rubbing her hooded clit, taking his sweet time.

Chipped teeth traveled down her creamy neck, sinking deep into her delicate flesh. Nipping and molding the sensitive skin between his maw. Releasing it and laving his tongue over the blooming bruise, to move onto more unblemished skin.

Cori groaned, breaths coming faster as he pushed his fingers in and out of her slick walls, making obscene squelching noises, littering her neck and collarbone with his wicked teeth. Fingernails biting into the skin of his battered back.

“You’re so wet for me.” A deep growl rumbled in his chest, his mouth continuing his path between the valley of her breasts. “So eager.”

He captured a nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue over the dusky peak, while his free hand pinched the other.

”Ohh Havik.” Cori whimpered. Arching her back and tangling a dainty hand in his messy hair, pulling him closer to her. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

The giant man let out a gravelly groan, his cock throbbing at her delicious pleas. Tongue flicking faster over her nipple and pumping his fingers harder.

Her keening whimpers became faster, desperate for every touch. He switched to her other side, his massive hand squeezing her plump breast as he gave the stiff peak the same rough treatment.

"Ohhh! Fuck Havik!" The thief writhed beneath him, falling flat to her back and wrapping her arms around Havik's neck, pulling him flush against her curves. Greedy hips meeting each thrust of his fingers, slick heat coating his hand.

Havik ripped his mouth away from her and growled.

"I said patience." He added another thick finger and roughly thrust in, holding her there while her legs flailed and needy gasps falling from her lips.

Leaving her completely at his mercy.

"I wanted to be gentle.” Havik ripped his thick fingers from her, earning a welp. “Get you ready to take me.”

He roughly flipped her to her stomach. Propping her hips in the air and shoving her head into the mattress. He spread her legs wide, lining up his throbbing cock to the entrance of her pretty pink lips.

“But you keep getting,” Havik sharply thrusts inside, burying himself to the hilt, “impatient!"

A strangled moan rips from Cori’s throat.

Havik grits his teeth. His body stills, savoring the feeling of her velvety walls clenching him like a lifeline. His hands grip her hips tightly, fingers digging into the plump flesh, trying to regain some sense of control.

“I wanted to be softer. More gentle.” He leans his forehead on the back of her neck, hot breath cascading down her sweaty back.

Every clench of her walls sends shocks to the base of his spine, making his sack tighten and cock throb with primal need. Wanting to feed the monster inside of him that wants to fucking claim her.

“Havik. Please…” Her pleading whimper shatters whatever control he had left.

A feral growl reverberates in his throat, “What are you doing to me?”

One arm wraps around her waist, his other hand gripping her shoulder, holding her in place. He pulls his hips back, feeling her legs tremble with anticipation, and plunges forward into her warm depths, earning him a soft moan.

Havik’s teeth latch onto the juncture of her neck and shoulder, like a beast that finally captured his prey. His hips set a steady rhythm of deep, powerful thrusts, his body molding against hers, not able to get enough of her.

Cori’s hands scrambled for purchase on the thick bed sheets as every thrust steals the breath from her lungs, panting against his face with each cry of pleasure.

The sound of skin against skin filling the room. Ragged breaths leave his destroyed mouth. His heavy sack, filled with need, slapping her clit with every push of his hips, burying himself deeper inside her.

Every push and shove, her walls constrict around him even tighter. A coil of heat building deep inside his pelvis with every greedy thrust.

“Havik…” Cori pleaded, her knuckles turning white in the fisted sheets, “I’m so close…”

A guttural growl leaves his throat at her words, his body shivering as picks up the pace. His hand holding her waist moves to the valley between her thighs. Rough fingers finding that sweet hidden pearl, covered in her wetness. He rubs quick, unrelenting circles, making her body convulse violently.

A symphony of whimpers and cries of his name play from her lips as she trembles underneath him. Her slick walls flutter and clench his throbbing cock in a vice grip. A brief flicker of worry crosses his mind and disappears just as quickly, as he wonders if her grip will snap him in half.

“Fu-.. Ah… Cori…” Havik groaned, latching his teeth onto her shoulder, losing himself in her release as she came completely undone. The taste of copper bursting on his tongue.

Eyes clenched shut. Hips jerking wildly. Unable to hold himself back anymore, his heavy sack tightening as he spills himself inside, riding the waves of ecstasy.

After what feels like an eternity, Havik catches himself on his elbows, trying not to crush her under his weight. He collapses to the side, laying his forehead on her neck as they both come down from their intense high.

Drool begins to pool on her heated skin where he’s panting heavily. His arms locked around her like steel bands. Unwilling to let her go. Not wanting this feeling of euphoria to end.

Minutes pass by, their breathing finally settled down, his heart no longer slamming into his ribs. Just blissful warmth radiating from the exhausted beauty next to him.

He manages to prop himself up in his elbow, gazing at her with a tenderness that he never knew he could feel. Brown eyes trail over the blooming marks on her creamy flesh. Fingers tracing over them, before gently turning her to her back, admiring his work.

“Mine,” he growled.

Cori let out a breathless chuckle. Even covered in sweat, saliva, and blood, she looks gorgeous.

“Come here, handsome.” She opens her arms and Havik is all too eager to bury his face against chest.

The rhythmic beat of heart reverberated under his mangled ear. Her intoxicating scent filling his nasal cavities.

This was his home. His refuge.

Mine…

[kleric-kunt]

Nsft Havik Headcanons Part Two

It’s been almost a year since I wrote Part One of Havik headcanons. And I’ve had these ideas for almost just as long, but didn’t have the motivation to write it.

But I do now. 😏

These seem more tame than Part One, but wait until you get to the end. It’s worth it.

Please read the warnings before continuing. Havik is his own warning.

WARNINGS: Dismemberment, hair pulling, dick specs, piercing/needles, body horror.

-Havik is not used to gentleness. When you first get together, he flinches away from your touch. Especially with his scars. He’s familiar with pain not tenderness.

It’s going to take time for him to get used to such sweetness, but once he does, he loves it when you play with his hair. Gently scratching his undercut, running your fingers through his bangs, massaging his temples. It’s therapeutic for him.

Don’t be surprised if he detaches his head and plops it in your lap for you to play with his hair. It’s his ultimate way to relax.

-Speaking of his hair. He also likes it when you pull on it during sex. Don’t tell me he doesn’t. Have you seen his brutalities where he holds up his head by his hair? He likes it.

To feel the prickles of pain on his scalp when he’s deep in ecstacy will have him cumming in minutes.

-Secretly loves to be called a good boy. He didn’t know this about himself until one day, you beckon forward to lay his head in your lap. He obliged and you started playing with his hair and chuckled, “Good boy.”

He fucking shivered!

Havik would never admit he likes it. But he won’t tell you he hates it either.

-Dick specs: I’ve mentioned this in an OC x Havik fic, but I’ll reiterate.

It’s a shade darker than the rest of his skin with a big bulbous tip. A bit over average length, but he’s packing girth! Three veins run along the sides, blood continuously pulsing through them, giving it an angry appearance. (Imagine seeing those veins on Titan Havik ;)) And heavy balls hanging below.

-Switch, but tends to be on top more often. When he’s in the mood, he’s eager to express it. As soon as the two of you are alone, his hands are all over you, teeth nibbling your neck, letting out breathy groans.

He doesn’t mean to always take charge. His eagerness gets ahead of him and he can’t help himself. If you want to be on top, you just have to be more assertive and take the reins and he’ll fall into place for you. He’ll be interested to see how you take control of him.

-Without lips, it’s pretty hard for Havik to kiss. A lot of it is going to depend on you to let his tongue into the warm confines of your mouth and curl around your own. It might get sloppy and messy, but it doesn’t make it any less enjoyable.

And instead of cheek kisses, he gives you nips and licks when he thinks no one is looking. Also likes to nip your fingers and shoulders.

-Piercing play. I’ve gone over how Havik gets off to pain. And piercing play would be right up his alley.

Piercing play is the act of piercing the body with needles for the experience and/or pleasure rather than having a permanent piercing. (Pictures)

Havik would love to lay down and be your personal pin cushion. Experiment on him. Start with simple designs to more intricate ones. Each pierce of a needle will have him grunting in pleasure and send a little shiver down his spine, and tingles throughout his nerve endings.

If you want to give him a permanent piercing, especially his nipples, he’s down for it. Any gift from you is something he will cherish. And if those nipple piercing happen to rip off in battle?

No problem. He’ll let you stick him over and over again. Anything to satisfy you.

-This head canon may sound far fetched. But stick with me here.

Havik can have two dicks.

Not for very long. But it’s achievable.

Whenever he rips off his limbs and uses them as weapons, eventually they dissipate. He can do the same with his cock.

Let me explain how.

Havik doesn’t completely rip off his dick. He makes a cut at the base of his shaft where it meets his abdomen, and slowly starts to pull it downwards to separate it from his body, but not quite all the way. Just enough to make the atoms in his body think his cock is missing and another shaft grows in its place.

He won’t have it for long, so have all the fun you can while he’s sporting two dicks.

If you have female parts, he’s up for double penetrating both your holes, or just your vagina.

If you have male parts, he’s willing to use both in you, but he’ll be nervous about it. More power to you, chief!

Or if you simply want to ride one cock and stroke the other, watching Havik grit his teeth and groan in pleasure, that’s fun too.

Just know he’ll respect whatever boundaries you put in place, and wants to give you as much pleasure as you give him.

He’s your chaotic guard dog.

[kleric-kunt]

Nsft Havik Headcanons

Listen up y’all. This is by far, without a doubt, the weirdest thing I have written for this blog. Havik is not for everyone. So please read the warnings before you decide to read.

I don’t know why I’m attracted to this damn zombie man. But goddamnit!

Let me know if y’all want a part 2 or have questions.

WARNINGS: Havik is his own warning, body horror, limb detachment, lots of blood, manic behavior, Havik saying absurd shit.

-At first, he hates your guts when he meets you. He’s not supposed to want you. Owning things and keeping them in line aren’t his philosophy. A relationship feels like confinement and ownership. There shouldn’t be ownership. And yet he wants to keep you to himself.

He hates it. You represent everything he is against and he hates that he wants you. But if you returned his affections, he would keep you close to him and act like a violent guard dog to anyone that gets close to you.

-Havik is a chest guy. It’s not so much for nipples/boobs, but he has an obsession with your heart. He wants to be able to physically touch it and it tortures him that he can’t. So he settles for being as close to it as possible.

Havik favors positions where he can see and feel your chest and salivate over it. His favorite pastime is to lay his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat like a thief trying to crack open a safe.

One thing about being with Havik, you need to get used to some of the absurd shit he says. During sex he’ll comment: “Just one chomp. One good chomp and I’ll be eating your heart out of your body, and sip your life’s blood.”

“I can hear your blood singing to me.”

“So sweet. So forbidden. Please, let me just lick it?”

Once Havik reaches a certain point in your relationship, he will let you physically touch his heart. He opens his chest to show you how fast it beats when you’re around. “Only you can make my heart dance like this.”

Even if you don’t want to touch it, he makes you. In his own delusional way, he’s showing you he trusts you.

-Masochist. It should go without saying that Havik enjoys pain, specifically if you’re the one to inflict it. From simple things like nipple clamps and tight cock rings, to drawing patterns in his skin with a knife. He gets off on you hurting him.

And while he loves pain, Havik would never turn away any tenderness you give him. If you stroke his hair, he’ll rub his head into your hand like a kitten. He will take any form of touch and affection you give. Gentle or cruel.

-Havik is proud of how absurdly flexible and detachable his body is. He can arch his body in different ways and put it in angles that aren’t humanly possible. Sometimes he detaches his head and will watch his body fuck you from across the room. There are times during sex where he has you hold his detached head to your chest while he fucks you, so he can listen to your heart beat.

-Licks your blood like it’s a delicacy. If you’re ever injured in a fight or if you have a cut on your finger, Havik is quick to come lick it. He’ll moan in ecstacy tasting your blood and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Your blood is a shot of adrenaline to his system, and he gets more impatient than usual, and wants to drag you off to fuck you that instant.

-He is loud! There’s no restraint with him. He growls, he moans, he screams, he talks. He can never be quiet. So if you don’t want to be caught in the act, make sure you’re not anywhere public.

-Oral sex can be tricky for him. It’s not that he lacks enthusiasm. Far from it. But with no lips he’s relying heavily on his tongue and fingers to give you pleasure. For men, he circles his tongue around your cock and uses his hands to jerk you off.

-Love bites and nibbles replace all the kisses he could’ve left on your body. After his face got damaged, he realized he prefers it this way. Bite marks litter your skin and he’s all too happy to run his tongue over them.

-Havik experiences bouts of mania after fighting and being covered in blood. When he’s high in his mania, his masochistic tendencies get extreme. He wants you to slice him up, tie him down, pull his hair, torture him by making him cum multiple times so he gets overstimulated. He wants to feel pain.

Eventually, he will rip his arms off to get out of the restraints so he can take out his energy on you. And when he’s in it deep, he’s loud and sets a brutal pace.

“You feel so gooooood! I want to see your brains spill out of your head!”

(Keep in mind, he would never hurt you like that. But he says things in the throes of pleasure.)

When he goes through these episodes, it seems like it lasts for hours before he finally stops. Once he comes down from his high, he is exhausted from the emotional overload. He’ll cling onto you, shaking and crying. Desperate for an anchor as he rides the waves of his mental crash, loving the feel of you petting his hair.

-After being together for a while, he’ll break off one of his fingers and give it to you. Havik won’t grow it back. He puts it on a cord for you to wear around your neck. It’s his way of proposing to you. No matter where you go, you always have a piece of him.