#ship: life’s blood

[malicedragoness]

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…

[malicedragoness]

For Cori and Havik:

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

If yall have done this, sorry for the extra tag. 🤣

Your Ships As Tarot Cards

Hotshot (JJxAlora) Here!

Tagged by: @thesingularityseries

The Pyxis and The Vela: Kasiya and Kung Lao

— ace of cups + ten of cups

your romance is the love story that seems only possible in movies. it starts from a youthful first meeting, innocent. and from what may seem like a lifetime later, you both end up happily in union, perhaps even married! your coupling is the epitome of emotional fulfillment and devotion. neither of you thought you'd end up here, but damn if you aren't glad you did. deck: thelema tarot.

BlueSteel: Phira and Steve Fox

— the tower + the lovers

meeting this person shook your whole world. crumbling down is everything you thought you knew about life and love. their warmth, their generosity, their naivete, their knowing..! you don't know how anything made sense before them. all you know is that nothing will make sense afterwards. deck: the tarot of the divine by yoshi yoshitani.

NP Tags: @luna-di-fuoco @malicedragoness @theelderhazelnut @valyrra

Quiz Link

[brighteuphony]

Gonna bundle these two questions! (ALSO SPICY AT THE BOTTOM)

Sakura had one 'relationship' and that was/is with Aren Uzumaki.

Some backstory:

On their way back from Chiyo's, Saeko, Enji and Sakura were unable to port back in Tea Country- as the civil war came into full effect, and an embargo was placed on all the major ports in an attempt to cripple trade/starve out the big trading cities/ take control of the capital (which was on the coast).

For a few weeks, Sakura and Co. were prisoners on an enemy ship that captured the previous Daimyo's niece, Unami (now heir apparent, given that the rest of her family was murdered).

On their way towards the capital (for a nice public execution), they were boarded by famed Pirate Captain/Smuggler Aren Uzumaki of The Last Sparrow- who took them aboard along with the rest of the spoils.

As the enemy closed all the ports, Sakura realized they would never make it to land for the foreseeable future and offered her services as a healer for the duration of the war in exchange for Saeko, Enji's, and Unami's safety.

Furthermore, Enji helped Unami cut a deal with Aren, in which he was promised legitimacy and exclusive trading contracts with the South under her future rule. Thus, the Last Sparrow became the Command Center for the Civil War for the next eight months.

During that time, Sakura healed, fought, and hassled Aren into teaching her basic strategy, war, and bureaucracy - something the Captain (and Unami) realized she had a good head for. (Sakura would later serve as Unami's consul after the war).

As for Aren, he is extremely intelligent, shrewd, and a powerful fuinjutsu specialist. He's a respected captain and only chose the pirate/smuggler life after the decimation of the Uzumaki clan. When Konoha didn't come to their aid in time during the third war, Aren swore never to be beholden to a shinobi village and took to the seas, denouncing shinobi-hood.

Sakura approached Aren and asked to spend the night with him on the eve of the last battle, and had an on-again, off-again relationship after the war. Aren's first love was the sea, and Sakura never wanted to be second (or third) place in anyone's life ever again, so while they aren't in any official relationship, they do find themselves in each other's arms when they cross paths. (fun fact, Aren calls Sakura 'Wildflower')

When Kankuro was poisoned, The Last Sparrow (legal now!!!) had fortuitously docked at one of Fire Country's port cities. So they could take that to Suna and cut a week off their travel time.

Kakashi was surprised to see that Aren and Sakura knew each other.

He was very unpleasantly surprised to see HOW well they knew each other. He spent a full week seething- as he watched some sleazy Icha-icha knock-off pirate Lothario take advantage of Sakura.

Once again, thank you so much for the lovely words and all the support for this AU!

SPICY UNDER CUT.

[kingtheghast]

"I'm just a holy fool"

[daddiesdrarryy]

What do you mean your favorite pair didn’t try to kill each other at least once? Not even attempted murder? Not even a punch or two for the funsies?

[jestroer]

Devotion or something

[justinepush]

if i were to summarize my summer vacation it would be: DRAMIONE 🎀🤯✨🤭

oh the amount of fanfiction i have snorted till 2am had my mom very concerned (and totally scolded me and forced me to sleep)

[frozen-seagrass]

The WALL-E au no one asked for

[skimmeh]

Desert guys

[wallworms]

ITS THEM !! (the girls are fighting again)

[malicedragoness]

"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.”

[kiwibirdlafayette]

look what you’ve turned me into, look what we’ve become

yall ever just. Wild life ethubs final two six hundred strike. bdubs just going hogshit towards the end of the final duel and killing etho with his own trident. something something you’ve made a new beast. I’m making you tuff || didn’t you say that ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

[feroluce]

NO OK BUT I'M STILL NOT OVER BOOTHILL AND DAN HENG AND THE JADE ABACUS IN ENA'S DREAM!!!!!

For some extra context, I have a whole henghill manifesto I wrote over here, but the tl;dr is that Dan Heng decides to use the Jade Abacus of Allying Oath to save the Express Crew the first time. Boothill urges him to think it over carefully, but he doesn't stop him. And then, the second time Dan Heng decides to use it, we get this instead:

And just! That's so!! so!!!

Because like. We see in the first battle against Sunday that that Jade Abacus is effective, like we really do just get an entire army lead by a whole-ass Emanator of The Hunt right to our location and ready to fuck shit up. It's important. It's incredibly valuable. That is a huge amount of power to hold in the palm of one's hand.

But Tiernan's relic works the same way.

Galaxy Rangers are terribly dangerous. Boothill comments on this when discussing Acheron's motives, because he can't believe anyone would be stupid enough to get The Hunt on their asses. They're considered to be on a level even above The Annihilation Gang.

And now, with the burial relic, he has a way to get thousands of them, almost immediately, and all in one place.

And you can't tell me that wouldn't be something extremely useful to Boothill, like literally life-saving. He's wanted by the IPC. He makes his living as a bounty hunter. His whole driving motivation in life right now is to do whatever he can, up to and including throwing away his own human body, to ruthlessly hunt down one man and kill him in revenge. Like that has to be dangerous, the IPC is a massive entity with far-reaching influence and money and power and weaponry. He surely must have already had some close calls.

Like can you imagine it? Galaxy Rangers are solitary creatures. If Boothill were to find himself near death, he would probably be all alone. Do you think he had regrets? Did he wonder if anyone would find his own burial relic? Did it feel the same way it did when they melted his flesh, replaced it with metal? Did he lay there with his vision slowly blacking out until he thought of home, and family, and the little daughter who he never even got to hear her first word, until he was so full of fury that he could prop himself up on his rage like a crutch and find help?

Tiernan's relic would have been like a get-out-of-jail-free card. Just for one time, no matter where Boothill was, someone would find him. The Galaxy Rangers aren't sociable or organized between themselves, but they help their own. Someone would save him.

He chooses to give all of that up to help Dan Heng.

And I just cannot get over it, especially the wording of it, the pause before he speaks, the gentle way he tells him to hold onto his once-in-a-lifetime treasure...!! He wants Dan Heng to leave this to him! He wants him to keep this precious item that will help him save his companions again in the future! And maybe it's just...wishful thinking, me reading too much into it? But I mean. Just the way he says it...

I really do think it comes from a place of deep kinship and respect. That there's a lot of thought and feeling behind that statement. Something from one Pathstrider of The Hunt to another. Boothill fought for his home and his family, he fought really really hard! But. Sometimes that just doesn't matter. And now he's watching Dan Heng fight for his, too.

When he made that decision the first time, Dan Heng was in the parlor car of the Astral Express. He was completely removed from any danger. He could have chosen to get the hell out of Dodge and not look back. Obviously we know he would never even consider such a thing, but it was technically an option, and Boothill watched him decide to go back into the proverbial lion's den for his friends anyway. And I'm sure that was part of what sealed his decision, to later use Tiernan's relic instead of the Jade Abacus to summon enough people to disrupt Ena's Dream. Because he greatly values ideas like righteousness and justice and saving people, and Dan Heng so beautifully embodies all of that and then some.

Boothill doesn't have people to protect anymore, only ghosts to avenge.

And there is just something so endlessly endearing about him wanting to help Dan Heng, to make sure his friend doesn't go through that the way he did.

[kingtheghast]

“ The truth is stranger than my own worst dreams / Oh, the darkness got a hold of me “

Lord Huron - Meet Me In The Woods

[octomint]

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[kelleigh-say]

My type is tall, handsome, long white haired psychos, who like traumatizing their shorter, cuter twinks and killing their family members.