#oc: cori graye

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*pterodactyl screeches*

Thank you to the lovely @yenyenyen19 for drawing my OC Cori Graye! It’s absolutely beautiful and exceeded all of my expectations!

Y’all should go commission her! She’s amazing!

Imma go cry and stare at this for a few hours. Excuse me.

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I think I found Cori’s animality!

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I made Cori in Hero Forge! She’s got her two daggers and her bow Heartbreaker.

Time to make Atten and Adrienne.

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OC PICREW

Row 1: Cori Graye and Atten Graye

Row 2: Adrienne and Saturnine

Tagged by: @bihanspookies and @theelderhazelnut 💙❤️

Tagging: anyone and everyone 💜

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Tagged by: @bihanspookies

No pressure tags: @theelderhazelnut @chaosrealm @mintspider @brittlecakes92 @memeadonna @oc-playground @savage-rhi

Let me know if you have questions 🤣🤣

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Cori would screech and try to swat it away. Only for Havik to snatch it and have an Ozzy Osbourne moment. (You know what I mean 🤣)

Adrienne would zap it.

Atten would shout and try to fight the seagull to keep his food.

Saturnine would willingly give up his food for the seagull. And probably get more food so the seagull would come back.

how would your oc react to being attacked by a seagull?

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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…

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Cori Graye - MK OC

Everyone is posting their OCs, so I wanted to post something. (Not me being nervous!)

I’ve been doing an RP with the amazingly talented @brittlecakes92 and her awesome OC!

Bio, mood board, and face claim under the cut.

The art is by @rhaeneryaarts !

Name: Corina ‘Cori’ Graye

Gender/Pronouns: She/Her

Occupation: Thief

Place of Birth: Vecilio (Outworld country that resembles Italy)

Resides: Outworld

Height: 5’3”

Skin Tone: tan

Hair: black

Eyes: green

Personality: (reworking)

Motivations: Coin, dangerous tasks, the risk and reward of doing jobs. Cori never lived in the lap of luxury growing up, and she wants to experience everything life has to offer. She wants to travel to other countries within Outworld, visit other realms, see the sights, try different foods, and steal interesting things.

Hobbies: Cooking, trying new foods, breaking and entering

Talents: Sneaking, archery, lock picking, pick pocketing, grifting, cooking,

Abilities: Cori is able to heal other people by placing her hands on them and transferring the pain onto herself. She takes on the wounds and feels the pain they would’ve gone through. But she heals faster than they would have. There has only been three instances where the wound was so fatal that she has died from healing the person and has come back to life. She doesn’t know why she has this power, other than her mother’s side of the family has magic running through their bloodline.

Weapons: Her bow Heartbreaker. A few concealed daggers. A knife she keeps sheathed in her braided hair with a flower ornament to conceal it.

Family: Atten Graye (brother),

Einar Graye (father),

Cordelia Graye nee Visconti (mother - deceased),

+6 older brothers

Best Friends: Stella and Taven

Relationship Status: taken

Significant Other: Havik

Other Relationships: -

Backstory: Growing up, her family was poor despite her father, Einar, working as the town blacksmith. With seven older brothers and her mother died when she a baby, it was hard on their father to take care of eight children and work at the same time. She has no memory of her mother. And when Cordelia passed away, the matriarch of the Visconti family disowned them since Einar refused to give them any of his eight children that showed signs of magic talent.

The only one who didn’t disown them was Cordelia’s younger sister, Ivonna. Who lives on the outskirts of the country Vecilio. The Grayes would often visit her vineyard and inn when they could get the chance.

Growing up poor in the city walls, Cori and Atten learned to pick pockets and locks to try to bring food home. Her father would scold them for doing something so dangerous.

When Cori reached age 20, her father set her up in an arranged marriage. She was furious with him. After she came to terms with it, she knew her father only wanted what was best for her. To have a home, safety and security. To hopefully get her out of a thief’s life.

The marriage lasted over a year before being annulled. The reason being that Cori isn’t able to have children. So her husband, furious and upset, knocked up the local barmaid. She left as soon as the marriage was annulled and never looked back.

Ever since then, her and Atten take odd jobs for thrills and coin. They meet Havik when him and Darrius hire them to rescue a seer and find the broken ruby piece they hand to Quan Chi.

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Cori Face Claim: Cristina Scabbia w/ green eyes

Moodboard:

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In what sport would your OCS participate in during the Olympics?

Tagged by: @bihanspookies

No pressure Tagging: @theelderhazelnut @chaosrealm @savage-rhi

CORI - Archery (she uses a bow as her weapon)

ATTEN - Track and field (he’s used to running from guards and the dude is skinny)

SATURNINE - Equestrian (he loves animals, especially horses)

ADRIENNE - Nothing SHE IS THE JUDGE (everyone should be terrified of her judging them)

Bonus: I could see Atten and Cori doing 3x3 basketball, but no one else would play with them because they’re idiots.

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Cori gambles, so yes she does.

Does your OC have a good poker face?

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"Us Against The World"

The long awaited bj one shot that I've been working on and off since October.

This became more than intended and I absolutely love how it turned out. There's plot, their relationship dynamic, and of course some smut. What originally started out as a 1700 word skeleton turned into a 2600 word fic that I'm extremely proud of! I haven't written anything this long in awhile. It feels good to know I can still accomplish something like this.

And expect more Havik and Cori content! I love these two and will continue to write for them. Let me know if you have questions about them.

Thank you to the lovely @brittlecakes92 for beta reading and listening to me complain about my writing. And for smacking me around when I needed it!

#84 ‘Make-Up’ on my lover100 prompt table

Word count: 2,650

MK story tag list: @bihanspookies

Warnings: N/S/F/W, oral sex (male receiving), body horror at the end (It's Havik. But its not the naughty thing you're thinking!)

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“Let me take care of you.” Cori reached up to touch his face. 

“No!” Havik flinched away from her gentle touch, backing up against a tree. “Don’t touch me. Don’t touch my face.”

The last thing he wants is for his little thief to be repulsed by his burnt flesh. He wouldn’t be able to handle seeing the disgust on her face. Not from her. Anyone but his Life’s Blood.

His heart jumped in his throat when soft, delicate hands forced him to look at her. Havik tried to back away, but she held him close, placing her forehead against his. He forgot how insistent and stubborn she could be.

“This face will always be dear to me.” She murmured, her thumbs caressing his cheekbones. “It doesn’t matter what you look like. If this is what makes you happy, then don’t change it. But please,” her voice held a hint of desperation, begging him to understand, “don’t pull away from me.”

Havik let out a shaky breath. A lump had formed in his throat as warmth spread throughout his chest.

How could she still say these things? After everything he’s done. The people he’s killed. The asshole sorcerers he willingly helped to build literal machines to steal souls. Amongst all the other questionable shit he did for months to help Quan Chi. 

Why did she come back to him? Why didn’t she stay away when he forced her to leave?

“You shouldn’t want me, Cori. You deserve someone better.” His massive hands tangled in her inky black locks, holding her to him, breathing in her scent through his mangled nose. 

She deserves so much more than what he can give her. A better man that can give her anything she asks for.

And yet, his blood boiled at the mere thought of another man touching her.

“But I can’t let you go.” Despite his burning hatred of wanting to confine this tempting creature to him, he didn’t have the willpower to see her walk away. “Not again.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Cori whispered, nudging her nose against his exposed cartilage. Half lidded eyes never leaving his. “Let me take your mind off of everything. Let me show you how much I need you.”

Her warm tongue peeked out to trace a line against his lower teeth, asking for entrance. Tentatively, Havik’s tongue met hers, allowing her to pull him into the warm cavern of her mouth, and gave him a gentle suck. He closed his eyes and let out a low, gravely sigh. She tasted so sweet. 

Their tongues swirled together in a slow sensual dance, savoring the way the other tasted. One of his hands pulled her in by her waist, pressing her soft curves against his scarred chest. While his other hand gripped her hair to tilt her head back, giving him more room to press his teeth against her lips and explore her sweet mouth, drinking in her sighs. 

Everything about her was intoxicating. The way she kissed him always took his breath away. Even with his past partners, they never elicited such feelings. The world drowns out around them into muffled noise. The only coherent sound is the beating of his heart, and the beautiful sighs he consumes from her. 

Fuck, he missed her. He missed every inch of her. He won’t make that same mistake again. 

Havik broke the kiss to capture her plump bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling the soft, pliant flesh. One massive hand greedily roamed her body, as if making up for the time they’ve lost, feeling every familiar dip and curve. 

Cori let out a surprised gasp when Havik bit down on her lip. A dark growl escaped his throat at the taste of copper that stained his tongue. He lapped it up with renewed fervor, mentally cursing himself for the pathetic moans he let out. 

The taste of her blood was like a drug! Stirring his cock to life and pressing it against her stomach. 

Why did she have to be so irresistible? 

Havik released her swollen lip, when Cori pushed him against the tree, letting out a sharp exhale of breath. The air around them charged with electricity and the heat of their rising desire.

“I said,” Cori started, an edge to her words, hand holding him by the neck and his clothed cock. “I’ll make you feel good.” 

Havik gave a dark chuckle, his jaw clicking together, when he caught that devious spark in her eyes that he adored. Oh, his sweet little thief.

The dark haired beauty trailed open mouth kisses from his jaw to his ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth. His hips twitched unbidden at all the lovely sensations she’s causing. Wet kisses travel down his neck, pausing every now and then to nip his scarred flesh. 

“Harder.” Havik demanded in a gruff voice. He hates how he sounds. So pathetic and needy. Only his goddess of chaos could do that to him. Make him feel so wanted. So alive.

A delicate hand fisted into his dark locks and forcibly pulled his head to the side. A shiver ran down his spine as Cori sank her teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Havik gritted his teeth and let out a guttural growl. The pain sent a jolt of pleasure to his stiffening cock.

“Is that what you want?” She grunted through her teeth. Those lovely lips sucking a bruise into his flesh. Her hands yanking on his hair and rubbing his cock, stoking the fire that’s settling deep in his pelvis. 

“Yes!” Havik whimpered as she pulled back and left another delicious bite in his neck. She gave him another and another, until she left him covered in purple bruises and a sheen of saliva.

She pulled back to admire her handiwork that he wouldn’t dream of healing from his body. The pain she inflicts on him would be displayed proudly and unabashedly.

Her lips trailed kisses down his massive chest, leaving behind a trail of heat in its wake, and continuing her sweet onslaught to his nipples. Sucking one of his dusky peaks into her mouth while she pinched and rubbed the other. Havik’s hands tangled in her raven hair, letting out gruff sighs. 

Being completely lost in the pleasurable sensations, Havik didn’t feel her make quick work of his belt, until his leather faulds and purple cloth slumped to the floor. The discarded weight made him feel lighter and more vulnerable. He chuckled.

The hands of a thief.

Her kisses continued down his toned abdomen and through his pubic hair, leaving feather light caresses over his toned body. Once on her knees, she pulled his pants down far enough for his thick cock to spring out, the cool night air making him involuntarily twitch.

His cock was thick enough to where her fingertips couldn’t touch when she encircled him at the base. Darker than the rest of his skin with a big bulbous tip. Three veins run along the sides, blood continuously pulsing through them, giving it an angry appearance. And heavy balls hanging below, filled with a vicious need for her.

To others, he is a monster with an ugly cock. But to the beautiful creature in front of him, he’s perfect. 

Cori gently glided her fingers down his shaft with a feather light touch, sending a shiver down his spine. A deep groan formed in his chest when her hand grasped him more firmly at the base of his shaft and stroked him to his weeping tip. The fire that gathered in his loins slowly built up with each stroke of his cock.

“Oh, I’ve missed doing this.” Cori purred. The thief glanced up at him through her lashes and smirked, as he watched her in anticipation. Smooth, velvety tongue licked him from base to tip at an agonizingly slow pace. Laving her tongue over his smooth hardness to cover every inch of him in her saliva.

“So beautiful.” Havik hunched over her short form, casting a menacing shadow. His large  calloused hands framed her face, pushing her hair out of the way. 

Mischievous green eyes held his gaze as her tongue darted out, teasing his slit with kitten licks and tasting the milky precum. Before enveloping him in her hot mouth, giving him a hard suck. 

Deep, gravely groans escaped his throat. He could never contain his noises, less so now that his lips and cheeks were gone. There wasn’t any point in holding back now. That sinfully sweet mouth felt so good!

The wet, velvety walls of her cheeks hollowed around his throbbing cock, slowly taking him in inch by inch, getting further each time. His thick girth stretched the corners of her mouth. Her hand moved with her mouth, covering the delicious inches she couldn’t fit, and her free hand massaging his heavy sack. 

“I just want to fuck a hole through your throat.” Havik growled. The heat building up in his loins got tighter with each bob of her head. His hands gripped her hair tighter, rubbing the silky locks between his fingers.

How did he get so lucky to have a woman so devoted, so loving, as her? 

Everyone always saw the scary hulking figure littered with scars. Someone unworthy of all the beautiful, free things life has to offer. 

Only she saw the real him. The only one who even tried to look passed his scars. 

Cori released his hardened length with a wet pop, and licked a stripe down the underside to his sack. 

“Ah, fuck!” Havik tilted his head back. One of his balls was engulfed into her warm mouth, her tongue curling around it as far as it could, sucking greedily.

The throaty moans she let out vibrated against his sensitive skin. She alternated between each of his balls. Taking her time sucking and licking, until saliva drenched both his sack and her face. 

Fuck, she’s going to be the death of him. Havik couldn’t help the strained sighs escaping his throat. The sloppy mess she’s making of his cock is getting him harder. Needier. 

Then he felt her hand lift his sack and her tongue traveled southwards. Havik let out a surprised groan and jumped when he felt her tongue tickle his puckered hole. He wrenched her back by the hair to find a coy smirk beaming at him. If he didn’t stop her, he was going to blow his load like a prepubescent boy!

Havik peered at her with glazed over eyes, adoration mixed with pleasure, and saliva dripping from his open maw. 

“Open your mouth.”

Cori stuck out her tongue to catch a drip of his spit.

A shudder ran down his spine. Why does she have to be so damn tempting? 

With a breathy growl, he plunged his cock into her greedy mouth, making her sputter at the sudden fullness. 

“You feel so fucking good.” His thrusts were rough and deep. Each one hitting the back of her throat, eliciting a gag. 

Soft hands, that are used to cracking open safes and the walls around his dead heart, desperately held onto his hips. 

“Just wanna pump you full of my cum ‘til you drown in it.” His throat hoarse from the ragged growls leaving his destroyed maw. He never means the vulgar things he says during their stolen moments of intimacy. But fuck, he needed to get it out!

The air was filled with ragged breaths and gagging noises as Havik thrust down her throat. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to keep up with his brutal demand for release.

“Why do you make me want you? Why can’t I live without you?” He snarled between heavy pants. The ball of heat was getting tighter in his pelvis, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he would release.

He can’t peel his eyes away from her face. That gorgeous face he got used to seeing when he woke up and went to sleep. Watching every emotion cross her face. The adoring smiles she sent his way. The cocky smirks when she rushed head first into a heist. The angered sneers when someone pisses her off. Even the way she cries was a sight to behold.

His heart clenched.

“I need you.” He moaned pathetically. 

Half lidded green eyes chanced a look at him with something akin to adoration and need. One of her skillful hands massaged his balls, while she swallowed around his tip. 

That was all it took for the damn to break. Havik’s body shuddered, a primal growl erupting from deep in his chest. His balls clenched tightly as he released rope after rope of white cum down her throat, Cori sputtered and gagged, trying to drink in every drop she could. Every nerve ending in his body came alive and tingled with a pleasurable electricity as he rode out his release.

He collapsed against the tree, panting heavily from the euphoric exertion, his now soft cock slipping from her mouth. His body felt boneless from the blessed ecstasy she brought him as his knees buckled under him and slid down the rough bark.

Havik felt his heart slamming in his ribcage as his body slowly worked on coming down its intense high, his breaths coming out hot and heavy. After a few moments, he cracked open his eyes to see himself face to face with his sensual little thief.

Her inky black hair was a disheveled mess. Eyelashes clumped together from the tears that ran down her face and stained her cheeks. Some of his seed managed to drip down her chin, mixing in with her saliva as she wiped it away with the back of her hand. 

“Beautiful.” Havik breathed out. She was an absolute mess. But he loved it.

Cori let out a chuckle and gave him a captivating smile. “I’m sure I look like a disaster.”

He reached up and jabbed his hands into his chest, blood splattering over his arms and abdomen. The sickening noise of muscle being ripped apart and bones crunching together, as he pried open his ribcage to reveal his beating heart.

The raven haired beauty watched him, entranced by the beating muscle. The steady thump, thump, thump of his heart was the only noise that could be heard in the silent night air. Slowly, she moved closer, almost as if being drawn in by the rhythmic sound.

“Touch it.” Havik murmurs, barely above a whisper. 

In the time that he’s known her, he’s never seen her hands waver. Always so confident and cock sure under pressure, her hands completely steady when she picks locks and disarms traps. 

And yet, as she raised a tentative hand towards his open chest, he watched it tremble uncontrollably. Havik reaches over, his hand dwarfing her own, and guides it towards his heart. It beats faster when she gingerly brushes against it, thrumming with excitement. 

“You see what you do to me?” Havik moans as Cori gently touches it again, not removing her hand this time. The look of pure affection and tenderness in her gaze made his breath hitch in his throat. “Do you see how much I need you? No one else has made me feel these..things. These..emotions.”

Loving green eyes turned to him, his heart thumping wildly in her hand.

“Cori.” He whispered, voice full of longing. “Life’s Blood.”

“Havik.” Tears beaded her eyes. She leaned her forehead against his, still holding his heart.

“I know you can’t forgive me for what I’ve done. But I can’t…I can’t let you go. Not again.” Why is he crying?

Her hand gently caresses his mangled cheekbone, forcing him to look in her eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m with you, through all of this.” She reassured him. “It’s us against the world, baby.”

“Us against the world.”

[malicedragoness]

This is the OC fairy 🌼🧚‍♀️ When you get this in your ask box, please tell us three facts or trivia about one of your OCs, then pass it on to someone else 🩷 Let's learn about each other's OCs! 💛💐 (no pressure to do this if you'd rather not!)

😭😭😭 I feel so honored, oh thy great OC fairy. 💜

1. One of Cori’s favorite things to eat is pomegranate. There’s plenty in her home country Vecilio.

2. Cori meets Adrienne when she tried to steal from her. Adrienne retaliates by keeping her captive and places a curse on her. (I’ll post more about Adrienne)

3. Cori’s mother, Cordelia Visconti, was secretly a necromancer. Her grandmother, Ivette Visconti, holds a seat on the council in Vecilio. The Visconti family are known for their inherent magical abilities, but none know of the secret of their necromancy.

[malicedragoness]

Smash or Pass: Cori Graye

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

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Quick Facts:

Height: 5’4”

Age: 1,000+ (She’s an Outworlder) but equivalent to 30-ish

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pros:

She’s down for whatever. Her favorite thing is to fulfill her partner’s fantasies. (There’s not much she won’t do.)

Very flexible!

Nimble fingers! She makes a living off pickpocketing, cracking open safes and locks. Trust me on the fingers!

Overall, a giant sweetheart that will make you feel special the whole time you’re with her. She’s as radiant as the sun, and emits the same amount of warmth, too.

Expect to laugh and giggle. She won’t stop until you crack a smile.

Cons:

If you’re a one night stand, for the love of god, keep on eye on your wallet!

She may be a ball of sunshine, but it’s hard to find your way into her heart. She’s been deeply hurt by someone she thought she loved and won’t risk it again.

Loves to put herself in dangerous situations. So if you’re expecting a quiet life, think again. Baby girl loves danger.

She’s also been cursed by a certain witch. (*coughcough*Adrienne*coughcough*) So good luck breaking that curse.

Tagged by: @theelderhazelnut (and I tag you because I would LOVE to see Falkus. No pressure, of course.)

No pressure tags: @bihanspookies @mintspider @chaosrealm @crowsnhoes @oc-playground and anyone else that wants to pimp out their OCs, use this as your excuse to play. I tag you!

I might make one for Adrienne as an introduction for her.

[malicedragoness]

Finally got around to doing this! I spent way too much time analyzing songs for Cori and finding outfits. I couldn’t think of a fifth song, but I’ll edit the post if I do.

Tagged by: @bihanspookies and @theelderhazelnut

No pressure tags: @oc-playground, @brittlecakes92, @chaosrealm

OUTFITS:

I was debating on doing Outworld and Earthrealm outfits, but decided on doing just the former. I can see these as everyday outfits for her.

SONGS:

“LoveFuryEnergyPassion” WWE Lita’s theme by: Boy Hits Car.

This is just a great song. It really incorporates Cori’s personality of picking herself back up, moving forward, and not looking back. The past is the past. She learned from it, she cried and got hurt, and she doesn’t want to wallow in despair anymore. It also has elements of “fuck the authority! I do what I want!” attitude she has.

"Save Me" by: Lacuna Coil

An introspect of Cori's mental state when she learned she’s barren, the arguments and fights with her ex-husband, and his infidelity that knocked up another woman that leads to their separation.

The female lead singer is also Cori’s face claim. So I like to think it’s Cori singing the song.

"Reckless" by: Lacuna Coil

This song is Cori to a T! It's about letting go of societal expectations and embracing your impulsiveness and seeking excitement at the risk of self destruction.

After the divorce, Cori had to dig down deep and bring herself out of her depression. She felt that no man would want a woman who couldn't give them offspring. And she decided to fall back into her old ways of breaking and entering, picking pockets, and odd jobs. And realized how much she missed the risky life of being a thief.

"Secret Garden" by: Spiritbox

When it comes to Spiritbox, they have a lot of different interpretations for their songs.

For Cori, the secret garden is her heart and how she’s closed it off. With all the work she's put into herself to climb out of that hole, she refuses to let anyone destroy her new found confidence and new lease on life.

"Nobody waits for me, but I know. Nobody takes from me what I've grown. Secret garden, disregard my heart."

5 Songs/ 3 Outfits

Rules: Post 5 songs associated with your OC, followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

Alora:

— Alora just wants the nightmares to go away

— How Alora feels about everything that happened with her dad.

— The song she listens to when she cleans and if you catch her on a good day she just might do a lil performance.

— Alora may or may not have imagined herself performing this song.

— Her hype up song before she goes into a fight.

3 Outfits

Tagged by: @thesingularityseries

Tagging: @malicedragoness @valyrra @theelderhazelnut @luna-di-fuoco

[malicedragoness]

Cori x Havik Soft Asks

@crowsnhoes sent in an ask quite a while ago. I’ve only finished 1/3 of the soft asks, and might as well post what I’ve done so far.

MK story tag list: @bihanspookies

#7- Write about one member of your ship asking the other to dance with them.

Word count: 605

Warnings: mentions of death, Seido’s flooding.

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Havik sat on the sidelines as he watched the revelry unfold.

It’s been weeks since the capital of Seido was plunged into the watery abyss. The hierarchy and upper castes were gone. Drowned in the cold depths, their corpses now food for the creatures that lurked beneath the surface. And with them went their riches. Riches that are now useless in this new world of his. A world he helped shape in blessed anarchy.

The lower castes, slaves to all of those deemed above them, now run rampant.

Free.

Free to live the life that was denied to them for so long. Everything finally came to fruition.

The rebel watched as the mansion of his former master burned. The fiery blaze lighting up the velvet sky, the heat of the flames chasing away the chills crawling up his spine.

The free people of Seido danced around the flames. Some by themselves, others with their partner. Hoots and hollers mixed with the sound of the flutes and drums being played.

A soft, dainty hand curled around his armored one. The smell of pomegranate and jasmines tickled his nose. His little thief rested her head against his shoulder. After weeks apart, he finally got her back. And he’ll be damned if he let her go again.

“They all look so happy.” Cori watched as they danced to the music.

Havik loved her accent. He missed waking up to that beautiful Vecillian lilt and smiling face.

His hand tightened around hers. “They’re finally free.”

“They’re free because you did that for them.” Cori turned her emerald gaze to him, eyes shining with adoration.

Havik couldn’t count how many times he’s been lost in those shiny green depths. Drawing him in with promises of affection and mischief.

Havik let go of her hand and began to work on the worn leather straps of his armor.

“Havik?” Cori quirked an eyebrow at him. “What are you doing?”

The pauldrons slumped to the ground with a heavy thunk. The sinewy muscles of his cheeks lifted up in what he could manage of a smile, as he watched her drink in the sight of his bare chest.

His gauntlet came off next, then the leather rerebrace, the faulds, and finally the purple silk. Until he stood before her in nothing but his pants. Each piece he removed, felt like another chain breaking, freeing him from the ghosts of his past.

Havik stretched out a scarred hand to her, mirth shining in his eyes. “Dance with me.”

Cori’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“What?” A smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “You never want to dance with me.”

His jaw clacked as he let out a dry chuckle.

Anytime she wanted to dance, Havik would simply stand there with a disgruntled face, and let her puppeteer his arms while she danced around him. Not putting forth any effort to dance with her, but also not denying her wishes.

“I never had a reason to. Nor the desire.” He pulls her close. “Stand on my feet.”

Cori’s smile widens. She kicks off her boots and carefully tiptoes on his feet, his strong arms wrapping around her. A satisfied groan escapes his throat as her soft curves press against him, and she laid her head on his broad chest.

Gently, he swayed their bodies to the music, his chin resting atop her soft locks. Lost in their own world.

“People dance when they’re happy. Before this, I didn’t have anything to make me happy. To make me dance.” Havik murmured amidst the chaos around them. His arms tightened around her. “Now, I do.”

[malicedragoness]

CREATOR VS CREATION

I saw some posts like this with picrew and thought it was cute! ☺️

Here’s me, Cori, and Adrienne.