#saikhnaa

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Kinktober 2024

Using the same tcm prompt list for Day 14 : Sweat

Not going in order of days, this is just an excuse to write gross sweaty violence lol

Saikhnaa belongs to @b00ket

Pairing : Erden x Saikhnaa

cw : violence, saikhnaa gets smothered with a sweaty shirt

The gym was packed, a dull roar of weights clanging and grunts filling the air. Saikhnaa, all seven and a half feet of him, was rigid with fury, his muscles bunching under his sweat-drenched tank top. He loomed over a smaller guy who was shrinking back, wide-eyed.

Erden leaned against a nearby machine, his sharp gaze watching it all unfold. The shorter guy—well, shorter compared to them—had said something to Saikhnaa, and it didn’t take long for the tension to spike. The guy was puffed up, trying to look tough, but the look on Saikhnaa’s face made it clear that he was pushing all the wrong buttons.

“Hey, big guy, how about putting that weight down before you hurt yourself?” the little guy had taunted, probably thinking he was being funny. The problem was, Saikhnaa didn’t look like he was in the mood for jokes.

Erden’s smirk faded as he saw Saikhnaa’s grip tighten around a 50-pound plate. For a second, it looked like Saikhnaa was going to launch the thing right at the guy’s head. The room seemed to hold its breath, the usual gym chatter dying down as people sensed the brewing conflict. With a resigned sigh, Erden pushed off the frame and strode over.

“Hey, hey! Put the damn weight down, man,” Erden barked, stepping between them. He could feel the other guy’s panicked breath behind him. “We’re not here to smash heads.”

“Move,” Saikhnaa growled, his eyes blazing as he glared at Erden. The smaller guy took the chance to dart off, making a beeline for the exit. He didn’t budge. Instead, he crossed his arms, meeting Saikhnaa’s glare. 

“Yeah, no. You’re not getting rid of me that easy.” Erden’s voice was low, unflinching. “Calm down. You’re making a scene.”

Saikhnaa’s massive chest heaved, his nostrils flaring. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his neck, trailing over the curve of his collarbone and disappearing beneath his shirt. He looked like a caged beast ready to tear through its restraints.

“I don’t need you to babysit me,” he snapped, teeth bared. “That little runt needed to be put in his place.”

“And what, you were going to flatten him with a 50-pound weight?” Erden shot back, his tone scathing. “Smart move. Real smart.”

Saikhnaa’s jaw clenched, his entire frame trembling with pent-up energy. He took a step closer, looming over Erden. “I’m not in the mood,” he rumbled, voice dangerously low.

“Clearly,” Erden replied, eyes narrowing as he refused to step back. “But you’re gonna be in the mood to get kicked out if you don’t cool it.”

They stood there, tension crackling between them like a live wire. Erden could feel the heat radiating off Saikhnaa’s body, see the way his chest heaved and the muscles in his arms flexed. He knew this look—had seen it before, usually right before Saikhnaa tore into someone. 

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” Saikhnaa muttered, his voice a low growl. He took another step forward, crowding into the other man's space. His eyes were locked onto Erden’s, intense and feral. 

Erden’s lips curled into a grin, unbothered by the threatening posture. “Somebody’s gotta keep you in check. You’re a walking disaster when you get like this.”

Saikhnaa’s nostrils flared, and for a split second, something flickered in his expression—something that made Erden’s smirk falter. The next thing he knew, Saikhnaa’s hand was fisted in his shirt, yanking him forward. Erden stumbled, but didn’t break eye contact, the sharp retort on his tongue dying as he saw the look in Saikhnaa’s eyes.

Rage, yes. But there was something else there, too. Something heated and wild, a hunger that had nothing to do with the fight.

“You like pushing me, huh?” Saikhnaa whispered, his voice a harsh rasp. Erden’s pulse jumped, and his gaze flicked down involuntarily, catching on the sweat-slick muscles of Saikhnaa’s chest and the way his entire body seemed to vibrate with energy.

Erden cocked his head, suddenly aware of just how close they were. Saikhnaa’s grip tightened, and he was pulled even closer, until he could feel the heat of the other man’s breath against his cheek.

“You’re funkin' sweaty, Saikhnaa,” he muttered, more to fill the silence than anything else. His voice was steady, but there was a rough edge to it. “You sure this isn’t getting to your head?”

“Maybe I am,” Saikhnaa murmured, his tone taunting. “But you’re not helping.” He shifted, his massive frame pressing Erden back a step. 

Erden rolled his eyes at that. He was used to Saikhnaa being temperamental, but this was different. This was—

With a roar of frustration, Saikhnaa lunged at Erden, massive hands reaching out to grab him by the front of his shirt. But Erden was ready. He twisted out of Saikhnaa’s grip, using quicker reflexes to dodge to the side. Saikhnaa stumbled, but recovered quickly, whipping around with a snarl.

Saikhnaa swang one huge arm in a vicious backhand. Erden ducked, feeling the air whoosh past his head as the blow narrowly missed. He darted in low, aiming a quick jab at Saikhnaa’s ribs. The impact was solid, and Saikhnaa grunted, but it was like hitting a wall of muscle. Saikhnaa barely flinched, just gritted his teeth and swung again, this time with both hands, aiming to grab Erden by the shoulders and crush him into the ground.

But Erden was slippery. He twisted out of Saikhnaa’s grasp, ducking under his outstretched arms and slipping around to his side. With a quick, brutal motion, he yanked his own sweat-soaked shirt up over his head, then lunged, wrapping the damp fabric around Saikhnaa’s face.

“Gah—!” Saikhnaa choked, staggering back as Erden shoved the shirt against his mouth and nose, the heavy, wet fabric smothering him. He flailed, arms windmilling wildly as he tried to tear the shirt away, but Erden held on, muscles straining as he fought to keep the hulking giant off balance.

“Not so tough now, are you?” Erden hissed, his voice tight with exertion. Saikhnaa’s struggles were powerful—each thrash of his massive frame sending tremors through Erden’s body—but he gritted his teeth and held firm, using every ounce of leverage he had to keep the shirt pressed against Saikhnaa’s face.

Saikhnaa’s roar was muffled, a low, furious sound vibrating against Erden’s chest. His hands clawed at the shirt, ripping at the fabric, but Erden only tightened his grip, leaning in close.

“Relax, big guy,” he murmured, voice a harsh whisper. “You’re not gonna win this if you just flail around. Use your head for once.”

Saikhnaa’s response was a guttural snarl, and he surged forward, using his sheer size and strength to bullrush Erden backward. Erden stumbled, feet skidding against the gym floor, but he didn’t let go. They crashed into a nearby weight rack, dumbbells clattering to the ground as Erden’s back slammed into the cold metal.

“Damn it, Saikhnaa—” Erden gasped, but before he could finish, Saikhnaa managed to wrench the shirt free, flinging it aside with a furious growl. His face was flushed, eyes blazing, chest heaving as he glared down at Erden.

Saikhnaa swung again, a wild, heavy punch that Erden barely managed to dodge. The blow grazed his shoulder, sending a jolt of pain through his arm, but he gritted his teeth and pushed through it, darting forward to grapple with the much larger man.

They collided, bodies slamming together in a tangle of limbs and muscle. Erden hooked one leg around Saikhnaa’s knee, trying to trip him up, but Saikhnaa was like a brick wall—immovable, unyielding. He gripped Erden’s shoulders, fingers digging in painfully as he shoved him backward.

“Stay down!” Saikhnaa bellowed, voice booming in the enclosed space. He shoved hard, and Erden felt his balance falter, his feet slipping out from under him. With a grunt, he went down, hitting the floor with a jarring thud.

But even as he fell, he didn’t stop. He twisted, rolling with the momentum and lashing out with a sharp kick to Saikhnaa’s shin. The bigger man yelped, stumbling, and Erden used the opening to scramble back to his feet.

Erden spat, wiping a trickle of sweat from his brow. His heart was pounding, muscles burning from the effort, but he didn’t back down. “You want to keep going? Come at me.”

Saikhnaa’s eyes were wild, chest heaving as he glared at Erden. He looked like he was on the verge of charging again, but something in Erden’s gaze made him hesitate. Slowly, he straightened, nostrils flaring as he sucked in deep, ragged breaths.

[tricitymonsters]

Day 10 - Choking

Raath x Saikhnaa (@b00k3t 's very sweet big man who I am always horrible to out of love I'm sorry)

Content Warning: Fighting to fucking, general Raath Content Warning, erotic asyphxiation, violence, dominance struggles

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Saikhnaa is a giant but that only makes Raath want to smear his face in the dirt more. They weren’t necessarily enemies but Raath was so enamored by glimpses of immense violence Saikhnaa was capable of that when they crossed paths he usually went way out of his way to try and start a fight.

And Saikhnaa’s capabilities- even when he was trying not to kill you- were intense. Maybe the most intense Raath had ever seen. He miscalculated a punch range one of the first times they’d tangled and that one single hit had cracked Raath’s skull and probably would have killed a lesser man on the spot.

But that was exhilarating. The most potent high. The most elevated kind of worship there is- spilling blood.

Raath stalked Saikhnaa down a grimy alley, watching from the line of rooftops as the large figure hunched against the rain, hands jammed in his pockets. At the intersection of another cramped through space, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer and pounced, throwing his whole body weight at Saikhnaa in an effort to take the much larger man to the ground.

Saikhnaa grunted in shock but didn’t go down- to Raath’s delight. Unable to keep from upping the ante at every possible junction, Raath flipped out a small knife from his belt and jammed it directly into Saikhnaa’s muscular chest. The blade was barely over an inch or so, nowhere NEAR big enough to hit anything important or do serious damage but the pain was enraging and that’s what Raath wanted.

Saikhnaa roared in fury and lurched backwards, slamming Raath into the brick wall behind them with the force of a small bus and then reached clumsily behind him to seize Raath by the back of his neck and a harness strap. With one powerful motion, Saikhnaa hurled Raath off him and into the wet ground so hard he bounced on impact, coming up in a roll and bleeding from the mouth.

Raath let out a breathless noise. “I hope you missed me as much as I missed you,” he growled, grinning wildly.

Saikhnaa glowered defiantly. He could be a man of few words sometimes but the look of danger in his light eyes warned that he wasn’t going to suffer being accosted gladly. “Thought I told you not to come back here,” he snapped back combatively. “Get lost or I’ll bury you.”

Raath’s jaw ached with bloodlust, his mouth watering at the sight of Saikhnaa’s huge, powerful body and the hand clenched around his knife tightened instinctively. “Give me a fight, a real fight, and I’ll consider it. I’ve seen what you can do in that sad little excuse for a fight club. Give it to me.”

Saikhnaa spat to the side and made to walk past, though he didn’t turn his back on Raath. “I don’t fight for fun or for free, get fucked,” he snarled, wiping his hand across the sluggishly oozing knifewound on his chest, barely bothered by it at all.

Raath dropped lower, like an ambush predator about to make a lethal lunge and it made Saikhnaa tense up in automatic response. “You’ll have to convince me to leave, sweetheart, I don’t really respond to blubbering.” Without waiting for more threats he wasn’t interested in hearing, Raath shot forward.

Saikhnaa might be over seven feet tall and built like a tank but he was still fast as hell despite his imposing size. Raath, of course, found this incredibly engaging and quite possibly one of his favorite things about Saikhna- except perhaps how much Saikhnaa could endure.

Raath couldn’t match Saikhnaa in raw power, not even close, but while Saikhnaa was fast as hell for his size, Raath was faster. Lethally so.

Saikhnaa bared his teeth and raised his fists but Raath’s blood was singing with the threat of a real, honest to god fight. He sprinted straight at the larger man but at the last second he dropped and slid on his hip between Saiknaa’s legs, coming up behind him to stomp on the back of his knee to drop him into a painful kneeling position. Raath wasted none of his momentum and used the alley wall to vault upwards, twisting with a brutal kind of grace to hook his leg around Saikhnaa’s neck and lock them together tightly. The momentum took them both to the pavement but Raath kept his legs locked as tightly as he could, even as Saikhnaa managed to get some incredibly heavy blows in while they struggled.

Raath couldn’t be unseated easily and after a second, forced his way on top, using as much of his body weight as possible in addition to his muscular thighs in choking the everloving christ out of Saikhnaa. Raath fought off Saikhna’s hands, blindly trying to grab and crush his face and bludgeon the shit out of him. Saiknaa arched wildly, trying to fling Raath off him but the assassin knew that the inevitable countdown had already started its irrevocable march.

Raath rode Saikhnaa’s body like a mechanical bull, keeping his thighs as tight as possible. He laughed breathlessly, staring at Saikhnaa’s reddening face with sadistic delight. “That’s it baby boy, give it up,” he leered. “I can feel you getting slow and stupid.”

Saikhnaa let out a vicious fucking noise but it it was muffled and Raath twisted his body weight sinuously, smashing Saikhnaa’s skull back into the ground hard enough to make his eyes glaze even as they watered with the suffocation. Over the course of the next handful of seconds, Saikhnaa’s throes grew clumsier and heavier.

Raath hissed and ground forward, pushing his cock against Saikhnaa’s face roughly, fucking up against his scarred face while he laughed breathlessly. The heat of Saiikhnaa's blood flushed face made Raath’s cock hard to the point of aching in a matter of seconds and he brought one of Saikhnaa's scarred hands in to drag his tongue up the calloused palm from heel to the tips of his numbed fingers.

Saikhnaa writhed beneath his weight but it had taken on another quality. It was still clumsy and torpid as he clung to consciousness but the arch of his hips and the bulge in the front of his jeans were undeniable. Raath rutted hungrily against Saikhnaa's face again but put his flexibility on display arching backwards to roughly grab Saikhnaa's hard cock through his pants and let out a hungry, horny noise at the feel of him throbbing.

The motion let Saikhnaa get another half lung full of air down but instead of using his sudden ability to coordinate it to throw raath off him, he grabbed Raaths belt and I pulled him in harder, his lips parted to slot around Raaths clothed erection.

“See, I'm always willing to negotiate,” raath sneered, breath hitching with the wet heat of Saikhnaa's breath.

[b00ket]

REBLOG GAME TIME

Bonus points for the horniest tag I get it

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Well this was def a first attempt at realism in pen but I like it! Might white out and redo some bits tho.

Saikhnaa belongs to @b00k3t

[b00ket]

Is it ok if I post art of Saikhnaa?

Side question would traditional Kazakh clothing be a good ref for his masquerade outfit?

Yea go ahead and post! As for the 2nd question:

Saikhnaa is from the same place Muriel is in BUT he has a stronger cultural connection than Muriel. For the Arcana masquerade fit: you can use Kazakh traditional clothing but I personally mix in Mongolian traditional clothing for his style.

(I use the looks the Hu do for refs alot, their fits speak to me)

[b00ket]

tell me abt Saikhnaa's sleeping habits 👀where he sleeps, how he sleeps, for how long ?

He's a pretty heavy sleeper! When he sleeps in his bed he's essentially dead to the world for at least 8 hours.

His bed used to be his parents bed, a huge ass bed that can hold a handful of people comfortably. But he is a busy guy that's out of the house for long hours every day so its not uncommon to see him catching a quick nap on a bench or in his truck. (In an isolated area, for others comfort)

He tosses and turns in his bed when he's alone. Subject to night terrors that are strong enough to wake him up. With a person he will have you in the worlds most unbreakable hold, headlock, hug, or will just lay on you and good luck getting out of that.

[b00ket]

i have to restrain myself from asking you to literally just tell me everything new about saikhnaa

what inspired you to make the changes to his appearance (longer hair, new scars, thicker build, lighter eyes)? when/why did he get his lip piercing? where does he work? can he pick me up and crush me between his giant arms like a bug? whats ur favorite thing about him?

DAMN I guess it has been a while since I posted him

The longer hair/new scars/thicker build is just the result of me drawing him over and over lol. I wanted him to have a thicker waist. A la fridge build. Fridge with big tits.

More rambling underneath the cut!

He's had his lip piercing for a while! From 19 ish. I think it makes his lips look pretty. As for the lighter eyes, his eyes were already blue since inception but the lighter grey felt better/made him stand out more in his family.

He works as a butcher predominantly. Does handy man work on the side for people that need it. He does his handyman work for free!

HE CAN CRUSH YOU BUT HE WOULDNT. HE LIKES YOU UNCRUSHED.

The more I work on him the more his personality is my favorite thing. Second is his back tattoo mural.