#havik x reader

[ejanarky]

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

[click4rainy]

🫀Havik Master List

{✫} = angst, {✿} = fluff, {✦} = flirty, {❤︎} = smut

(Full MK1 Master List Here//💌)

Kinktober//Hate Sex/Masochism// {❤︎}

Flirting First, Fighting Later// {✦}

Banter with a Buff Babe//Fem!Reader// {✦}

Love knows no shape//Valentines Special// {✿}

Part of your World//Merfolk!Reader//Mermay special// {✿}

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Friends In Low Places

Havik x Reader ; Suggested by a friend -☆

A summon from the council, not necessarily new, but especially nerve-racking. The last summon was notably benign, but that didn't make this easier. You pulled your freshest, neatest garbs from your wardrobe. Fresh, light, clean, your purest form, your highest self. Maybe, just maybe, good enough to stand before the council.

Walking in this weather meant you would be prone to sweating, ruining your nice clothes. What sort of foolish cretin would you have to be to stand infront of the council with rumpled, sweat-stained garbs, stinking with the heat of the sun like some type of low-caste nobody who digs in the dirt for a living? You were better than that. At least, you hope so. With uneasy hands, you grabbed your coin purse. It came down to this ride or tonight's dinner. To a person, a fruit slice is little, inconsequential, but to a bug, it means everything. You had to walk. Act swiftly, stay in the shade, be calculated, minimize the risks.

The alleyways between towering buildings provided ample cover. You pinched the fabric at your thighs, tugging it up and away from harm with minimal chance of wrinkles. You side-stepped puddles and trash, waltzed around stains on the pavement. Your steps form a dance, drawing a line, weaving a thread that reflected your single track of thought. It would take time, but you felt yourself falling into a rhythm. The metronome that measured your pace was crushed by a mallet.

Your head hits the wall hard enough to make you think you were bleeding, but your hands stayed clean after every wipe of your brow. "Hundreds upon hundreds slaughtered... Killing you only brings me a microscopic fraction of a step toward equalization... You and your kind will pay for everything you took from me." The agitated voice scratched at your brain. Maybe it wasn't blood on your face but tears. Maybe the council will notice your absence, leading to an investigation of your death. All speculation, but at least you'd be able to check your face before you'd go. You felt your airways shut, your muscles locking up as if already entering rigor mortis. A figurative and literal darkness loomed over you. "I didn't take your kind as one with feelings... Unless... You aren't one of them..." The voice rasped, speech delayed by the speed of racing thoughts. Warm hands cupped your face, a tender mix of callouses, bandages, blisters, and metal armor your tears acted as a censor, blurring the face of your assailant. If he crushed your head in his hands that moment, it'd mean you'd never know who killed you.

"An apology is owed to you." The work weary hands slid to your shoulders, lifting you to your feet. "You dress remarkably well for someone of these parts. I had mistaken you for someone else. Please, if you'll allow it, come with me, let me tend your wounds, fix the unnecessary damage I've caused." It was either the head rush, or maybe you were flustered. Either way, it gave you enough sense to nod, at least to the best of your ability, but you were caught before you fell forward. You tried to catch a glance of your foe turned potential friend. The sun shining down from above turned him into a shadowy silhouette, and as your vision darkened around the edges, the light formed a halo over him.

You awoke in a panic. Where are you? What time is it? But your anxiety soon dissipated, lost in the steam of a hot cup of tea. The motherly demeanor of the woman put you at ease.

You took in the scene. You sat in something more like a nest than a bed. The building looked like one of the cabins or huts you'd see farther out from the city, you were left to assume that's where you were. The ensemble before you felt like a family, but not a single one of them looked alike. One among them stepped forth, a tired looking man, and when his hands touched yours, you finally put a face to this enigma of a character. "You're safe here," he started. "All of us, we are here to help each other."

"You're one of us now!" Mother's voice cut in, purely giddy.

"We've all been hurt by those crooks holding control over our home!" His spirit raised, and with it, the spirit of everyone else. Then his tone lowered again, he was speaking to only you. “If we succeed, you will never have to hear from the council again. You act on your own time. You won't have to be good enough for anyone but yourself. You'll be free."

By then, you forgot he hurt you. It made you wonder, was it really his fault, or maybe the fault of council for drawing you out of the safety of your home. Did that even matter now? Here the was offering you freedom, a taste of a real life. At that point, he was a godsend to you, an angel. You had to help him. What happened, what's still happening, the two of you were bonded for life.

[ejanarky]

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

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

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

[kitawarheit]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64321210

Okay Tumblr won't let me raw cross post this, so have this fic I wrote. Titan Havik x Female Reader. Rated E.

Summary: You are a priestess of Outworld under Emperor Rain. When the day chaos came and overtook, you were taken by none other than Titan Havik himself. He has plans for you, but for now, you're going to entertain him… Contains use of aphrodisiacs.

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Ranting about this bc it was on my mind—

the havik x reader fics on here are SO BAD 💔

He's not your possessive dom daddy. He's not gonna abuse you or "show you off" or force himself on you. It's all just so grossly out of character. What part of a character that yells about freedom and anarchy, and doing whatever you want screams, "I want control over you."

At best, he's loving and attentive to all your wants and needs.

At worst, he messes with you psychologically.

[lucarionite9364]

Khaotic Turn of Events

Havik x reader (Part 3)

WC: 4392

CW: mentions of violence

AN: holy hell it’s been like a month I’m sorry 😭

“Home late, again?” Your mother tutted. You hang your coat on the rack as you walk in the door. “Oh, mom, I’m sorry, I lost track of time again.” You chuckle to hopefully lighten her already sour mood.

“It’s always ‘sorry’ and yet you never do better.” Her words were like a bucket of ice over your head. “There is a curfew you know, or do you live in a make believe world and not the glory of Seidou.” “So what if I live in my own world sometimes,” you fall into a whisper, “It's better than all these rules anyways.”

A muscle in your father’s eye twitches. “What did you say? How ungrateful must you be. Born into the higher society of order, yet you still run around with low-lives.”

Your heart is pounding heavily with anger. How dare they speak about your friend like that? How dare they talk to you like that? You see your parents share a stern look of implicit agreement.

“Pack your bags. You’re out of our house.” It was like they dropped a bombshell on your life.

“WHAT?! Mom? Dad? What do you mean I have to leave?” You were in tears as the news felt like a slap across the face. They might as well have slapped you with how their insistence that you leave stung.

“It’s for your own good, my dear.” Your mother spoke in a calm tone but her body language was that of disdain. Your father spoke next. “You have been corrupted by that peasant boy. You are unruly!” He spoke about Dairou with utter hatred. No concern for life outside the rich.

You don’t know what broke your heart more: the fact your parents were disowning and throwing you out of not only your home, but Orderrealm itself, or that they scorned the one and perhaps only person who ever cared about you.

“Why do you hate him so much? What has he ever done to deserve anything he’s received?” You start the yelling match. Your parents looked upon you with disgust and repulse. Your tears freely flowed down your face, but you had to fight back against injustice.

“Why? WHY?! That boy has utterly ruined you with his filth. You were such a good child until he spread his filth to you. The lower class is naught but the dirt we walk on, and he will always be that. FILTH!” With the pure spite pouring from her lips you knew nothing she could say would ever repair the damage done. Not that she would apologize.

Your father stepped in after the onslaught. “No child of ours will be anything less than perfection. Why couldn’t you have been friends with the other boy in your class? Hotaru exemplifies the greatness of Orderrealm! Yet you had to ruin it. With that slave in the lowest caste.”

“You will NOT speak of him that way. I won’t let you.” You put on false bravado. You were scared. Terrified.

“That is it, we didn’t wish to have to resort to this, but you have tied our hands.” Your father turns the corner and comes back with a small sack of your belongings in tow. “Leave Seidou, and never return. You are unworthy of even calling yourself a Seidan.”

Your heart sank to your stomach. Leave Seidou forever. You can’t. Your whole life was here. You would never see it again. The sunset, the surrounding hills, Dairou. You would never see Dairou again, you couldn’t even tell him you were leaving. Your mind began to spiral as panic flooded your brain.

You stepped backward, unknowingly into the arms of a Seidan guard. When did they get here? Were they planning this? How long have they wished me gone? The guard roughly grabs your arm, holding his polearm in his other hand. Another guard grabs your other hand.

“WAIT! You can’t do this to me!” You wailed as the guards moved you back out of the house and away from the building. “Why are you doing this to me? Don’t you love me?” You begged and pleaded for an answer to their cruelty. What angered you more was that they looked at each other with love, and you with disdain. They acted like newlyweds, waiting to start a family for the first time. Ignoring your existence.

“You will regret this. I swear by the elder gods, you will regret this.” If they heard the venom in your tone, they ignored it. As the guards drug you toward the portal going who knows where, your tears were the only thing you felt as the rage numbed you.

The guards tossed you through the portal. Your old life was no more. With this, you passed out.

You don’t know how long you were out for. All you knew was that you were in a courtyard surrounded by strange men in orange clothing. Many of them had wraps around their bodies. You were approached by a man with long, dark hair and glowing eyes. If you weren't already afraid, you were now.

The man’s gaze softened as he walked. He held his hands up in peace, meaning you no harm. “I am Lord Liu Kang.” He begins, you’re still shaken up, so he continues. “I mean you no ill will. I only wish to help. What is your name?”

You were hesitant to answer. “My name. . . is Y/N.”

“So we find him in Outworld and bring him here for questioning?” Kenshi asked, holding up a charcoal sketched image of the enemy at hand. You stand beside Liu Kang as he briefs you on your mission. “Yes, if what I fear has happened, he is a grave threat to the realms.”

Kenshi rolls up the scroll in his hands. “Anything else?” Liu Kang looks to all of you, “Shang Tsung is a master of deceit. Do not trust a word he utters.”

Johnny chimes in with a quip. “Sounds a lot like my first agent.” You give him a sharp glare, “Be serious Cage.” Kenshi gives him a side-eye too. “It’s a tricky mission. I’d rather Raiden go along than this one.” “HEY!” Johnny snaps, “This one is up for the mission.”

You save Liu Kang his breath. “Raiden would be too recognizable in Outworld. We need the utmost discretion on this mission.” He seems unpleased but accepting of your answer. “And maybe Johnny can get some method acting as a spy.”

“You just said to be serious.” “I told you to be serious.”

Liu Kang speaks once more. “She is right. I am also breaking my word to Empress Sindel by sending you to Outworld.”

You feel the weight of how important this mission is settling into your chest. You know you can do this, Liu Kang believes in you.

You watch Liu Kang reach behind him and pull out a compass of sorts.

“This talisman is attuned to Shang Tsung’s chi. Follow it to him,” He gives the glowing item to Kenshi. “And be careful. May the Elder Gods protect you.” He gives you each a look to bid farewell. However, his gaze lingers on you. You’re not sure what his gaze means, but you hope it means well.

. . . . . . . .

“Ugh, Are we there yet?” You hear Johnny complain for the hundredth time in the past hour. You roll your eyes to Kung Lao who gives you the same look back.

Kenshi groans in annoyance. “Again? How old are you, five?” You chuckle at the mockery. “What can I say? These boots weren’t made for walking.” “But that’s just what they’ll do.” You say, answering his reference.

His eyes light up. “See? She gets the song reference.” Oh, he seems so happy. . . You have to mess with him a little.

“Song? What song?” You act curious. His face falls into confusion. “What? The song by Nancy Sinatra? You completed the line.” He sounds desperate for validation. “Come on Lao, no way she said that if she didn’t get the reference.” Lao just glances over to his direction.

“Don’t bring me into this, but if walking is the most pain you feel today, consider yourself lucky.” Johnny plasters a smirk on his face. “Oh, I’m already lucky. I’ve got Sento strapped to my back.” He seems happy when Kenshi’s agitation grows hearing him brag about the sword.

He just huffs. “I will reclaim it, Cage.” “Got three million? It’s yours.” “You know I don’t have it.” “I bet your Yakuza pals could come up with it. Oh that’s right, you blew them off.” You look to Cage as if to tell him stop before he regrets it. “If there’s one lesson Hollywood’s taught me, it’s never burn bridges. You never know who can help.” Ohhhhhhh. Line crossed big time.

Kenshi turns around and blares his flashlight at Johnny’s face. “The Yakuza are leeches, bleeding out those too weak to resist,” he walks closer to the actor. “I grew up in that life and I never understood it. Why my gain required others’ pain?” Johnny never even blinked at his words.

“I got out. I need my clan out, too,” The rage in his eyes grew. “We can’t be part of their crimes any longer.”

Kenshi never talked about his past with you, now you understand why. It was then that you heard a whirring noise come from the talisman in the swordsman’s hand. Kenshi turns to continue walking. Kung Lao follows, flashing his light into Johnny’s face. As you walk past you speak lowly.

“Not everything is about money or fame, Johnny. May the Elder Gods drill that lesson into your brain some day.” You hear him groan as you walk to follow your other companions.

As you follow the compass, you come across a colony of humanoid creatures. Creatures that are apparently in the midst of battle. Johnny already has his phone out, recording the fight; most likely using the footage as a reference for his next project.

“What’s your precious say?” Kenshi holds the talisman outward. “That Shang Tsung is among those. . . things.” “Oh, my fans are gonna go nuts cosplaying them at Cage Con.” You’re somehow shocked. “You have a whole convention dedicated to you?” He simplys smiles and shrugs his shoulders like it’s no big deal. “You are the walking definition of narcissism.” He frowns, much to your amusement.

You can see one creature in particular being held by both arms and dragged out to the center of the colony. You then see a man with long dark hair with a syringe approach him from behind. Wait. He looks like–

“That’s Shang Tsung.” Lao beats you to the realization. “Let’s jump him after he’s done,” Johnny suggests. “Oh! In “Fists of Iron” we did this thing where like–” He swings his fist as Kenshi interjects. “We are not basing strategy on your movies Cage.”

The thought is interrupted as you view the scene below. The creature held captive is struggling against the guards, but he was knocked down to his knees. Shang Tsung held up the syringe to his neck, and plunged the needle in. You cringe as the captive writhes in pain.

Suddenly, the man held down broke free from his restraints. Downing the first guard, quickly felling the second, he takes the offensive against Shang Tsung. Everyone in the colony delves into battle. The creature strikes at your target. Regardless of his defensive stance, the blows he takes are harsh.

“On second thought,” Johnny begins. “This scene’s playing fine without us. I say we let them finish it.” Yawning that last part, Kenshi chimes in. “We have to save Shang Tsung. Liu Kang needs him alive.” You sigh. “As much as I hate it, he’s right.” The four of you charge down the small cliff you were on and join the fray.

As the monster was just about to finish Shang Tsung, Kenshi jumped on his back, swinging him around. He managed to kick all three of you as you came in to help, knocking you to the ground momentarily. Winded, you stumble to your feet. As you were all distracted, the sorcerer shifts into the form of one of the creatures, quickly assimilating into the crowd. You lost him.

“What the–” Johnny cuts you off. “How did he do that?” You were dumbfounded still that you had lost your target. You snapped back to attention as Kenshi began his battle with the main man; leaving you, Johnny, and Lao to fight the rest of them off.

One of the creatures charges after you. You step to the left, ducking under Lao as he punches it in the face. You sweep the next two, knocking them to the ground. You move to the group on the left while taking out Reaper, leaving Johnny and Kung Lao to take care of the group on the right.

You swing your weapon to hit the first, bringing it back to hit the second. You reel it back and hold the rope at mid range to rapidly strike your next foe. One managed to slip past your guard to strike you in your already bruised stomach. You fall back to clutch your abdomen, but not before three more come your way. You clench your teeth through the pain to defend yourself. Uppercutting the first, forward kicking the second, and whipping your yo-yo into the chin of the third.

At this time, the three of you back your way to Kenshi. The swarm of monsters circle you, closing in slowly.

“You got us into this. How about getting us out?” Kenshi steels himself at Johnny’s words. “I know what this looks like, but we don’t work for Shang Tsung.” The man in front did not seem to believe him.

“If not, why save him?” His voice is gravelly, almost painful sounding. “Because Liu Kang, Earthrealm’s Protector, wants to question him,” Kenshi explains desperately. “He thinks Shang Tsung may be a threat to both our realms.”

He seems to accept this answer reluctantly. Kenshi holds out his hand in greeting, but he does not return the gesture.

“Our kind do not shake hands.” He growls. Kenshi quickly retracts his hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.” “Don’t you know what we are?” He questions. It’s times like these you wish you paid more attention in those classes. “No, we don’t.”

The man gestures to the rest of the colony. “We are victims of Tarkat,” He begins to explain. “The disease is not easily gotten, but you can’t risk more close exposure.” At this, Johnny swiftly wipes his hands on his chest plate earning a glare from you.

The tarkatan continues, “It disfigures, then debilitates. In time, it will turn us all into blood-thirsty monsters.” What a cruel fate, you think to yourself.

“So you weren’t always like this?” Lao asks. It's hard to tell if the man is perpetually angry with your presence or that’s just a resting face. “I was once a rich merchant. But when I became ill, I was banished. Now I run this colony.” You couldn’t imagine living with this disease. You hold respect for the man who now introduces himself. “I am Baraka.”

Respect or no, you need answers. “What does Shang Tsung want with your bone marrow, Baraka?” The tarkatan looks downcast. “I don’t know. But he comes here each month to harvest it.”

Kenshi continues, “Release us and we’ll capture Shang Tsung. And we’ll find out why he’s been coming here, I promise.”

Baraka looks to his fellow members of the disease, “Let them go.” Kenshi looks relieved, “Thank you. We won't let you down.”

The red clad man pulls the talisman out from his pocket, only to find it was broken. “Damn. This was guiding us to Shang Tsung. Now we can’t find him.” “His laboratory is near,” he states. “I’ll take you.”

Knowing what little you do about this horrid spellcaster, you have a sinking feeling settling in your stomach.

….

After wandering past the Tarkatan colony and through the woods, you come to a medium-sized building. Shang Tsung’s laboratory. You pictured something more menacing, although keeping a low profile would help his case. Either way, you dread what’s to come.

“Any idea what to expect?” Johnny muses. “No,” Baraka states. “I’ve never been inside.” “I couldn’t imagine you’d want to.” You chime.

“Stay here. We’ll check it out.” Kenshi says. At this, you and the others head toward the entrance of the building, leaving Baraka to hope you come back alive.

….

You and the others enter the building, your caution at an all time high. Kenshi, leading the group, opens the door at the top of the stairs leading to the top floor of the laboratory. You hear Shang Tsung speaking about something with Kytinn larvae, whatever the hell that is.

You, Kenshi, Johnny, and Kung Lao reach the top of the staircase but remain hidden by the stone wall lining the stairs. You crouch down to remain unseen as you listen into his conversation.

“How can you be sure?” You see the High Mage, Rain, and the Leader of the Umgadi, Tanya stand beside an unconscious Princess Mileena. What on Earth Realm is going on? It was then, you heard where Baraka’s bone marrow went, sending a chill down your spine. “Because it was brewed from freshly extracted Tarkatan marrow,” He states matter-of-factly. ‘It couldn’t be more potent.”

Kung lao says what you’re thinking, “He’s infecting her with Tarkat.” “And he’s got two of Sindel’s top dogs in on it,” Johnny adds. “No wonder Liu Kang was worried about this guy.”

The four of you crouch down to devise your game plan. “We need to stop them.” Kenshi starts. “Save a distressed damsel? Sure thing.” Let’s do this.

You run out from where you were hiding and announce your presence. “Get away from her!” Kenshi states sternly. “You bitch!” You know you did not just hear that come from Johnny’s mouth. The actor looks so smug for his reference no one gets.

Kung Lao pushes his arm. “Excuse me?” You all look at Johnny with annoyed confusion. “You know, the movie? Tiny girl, ginormous alien,” he mimes the scene. “Ripley!” You just shake your head in disbelief he would pull a joke at a time like this. Dimwit.

“No? Seriously?” Back to the mission at hand.

“Earthrealmers?” Rain begins. “How did they find us?” “They’ve already seen too much.” Tanya interjects.

She charges at Johnny and Kung Lao first, swinging her sanjiegun. Before Rain or Shang Tsung could react, you and Kenshi were already charging at them. Shooting out your yo-yo to knock the syringe out of the sorcerer's hand. He looks at you with some sort of death wish making you smirk as you pull Reaper back to your hand.

His eyes whip to Rain, “I need time. Buy it for me.” He scurries off to another part of his lab. You attempt to rush after him but the Hydromancer blocks your way with his staff.

“Liu Kang sent you, didn’t he?” Rain sneers. “Sent you to learn our secrets!” “He sent us here for Shang Tsung. But it looks like he’s just part of the problem.” Kenshi says, and you follow. “Just hand him over Rain. He only means to deceive all of us.”

Rain simply tuts before summoning his hydro powers. He creates a blast of water, hurdling it straight at you both. Either of you go separate ways to dodge, then make your own attacks from either side of him. You shoot Reaper out to wrap around his staff as Kenshi draws his sword. With your yo-yo trying to tear the staff away from him, he struggles to break free with Kenshi about to strike.

Suddenly, Rain yanks on his staff causing you to lose balance and fall to the floor. However, not before Kenshi slashes through the taught yo-yo string disarming you. Fuck.

Rain regains control of his staff and dodges Kenshi’s slash. You stumble from your feet, pocketing your broken weapon. Fists it is, then.

You gain your fighting stance and throw practiced punches at the mage. You manage to land the first few hits, but then he sweeps your feet with his staff and blasts you away with a powerful gust of water. Your back smacked the stone wall with a painful crack, knocking the wind out of you.

Kenshi makes trained slashes at the mage next. Successfully evading the blasts, he managed to beat the hydromancer and knock him to the ground.

Having beat Rain, you look over to see how Kung Lao and Johnny were doing. Not great considering Kung Lao got slammed in the face and Johnny practically did a backflip with how hard he got hit.

She was about to go for another blow, but Kenshi ran up behind her and flipped her around and away from Johnny.

“I thought Umgadi were loyal to the royal house,” Kenshi disdains. “Yet here you are, scheming against the princess.” Tanya has the nerve to act offended. “You trespass in Outworld, interfere in imperial matters.It is you, not I, who is the schemer here.” Thus, their battle begins.

You try to get up, but a sharp jolt shoots through your back. It’s only a pulled muscle, but you know it will bruise quickly if one hasn’t already formed. Since you can’t help Kenshi, you slowly try to scoot over to where Kung Lao and Johnny lay to make sure they’re alright.

You make it to Lao who has managed to sit up from where he lay. “Are you all good Lao?” He heaves a sigh. “Yeah, I’m good. BUt you seem a little worse for wear.” His comment makes you scoff. “Yes, I suppose getting flung into a stone wall will do that to you.”

You were about to check on Johnny, but he chimes in before you could ask. “Damn that hurt.” “Glad you’re not dead then.” You chuckle as Lao helps you to your feet. Just as Kenshi beats Tanya does Johnny get up from the ground with Lao's help.

Kenshi huffs, out of breath having won. “Step away from the table.” He holds his sword out to the sorcerer making a new serum.

“This is twice you’ve been a thorn in my side,” He slowly glances back, clearly annoyed. “You Earthrealmers do have unhealthy habits.” Johnny interjects. “You heard him. You’re not infecting her with Tarkat.”

He has the nerve to look offended. “I am trying to protect her, not infect her.” “Like we’d believe that.” You shout. “We’ve heard about how you lie. Excuse us if we’re skeptical,” Kenshi looks toward him, then to your group. “Cover him.” The swordsman leaves to go check on Mileena from around the corner.

You step forward, “Just put the syringe down, Shang Tsung.” However stern your voice was, it was not enough to make him yield. “You do not understand what you’re getting yourselves into.” He sneers.

It was then you heard the sounds of Mileena’s pained struggles. Kenshi shouting, “Princess? What’s wrong?!”

Kung Lao grabs onto Shang Tsung’s arm. “What did you do to her?” The spellcaster attempts to yank his arm away. “It’s what you’ve done, fool! Let me help her before it’s too late.”

The screams continue, sounding more painful than the last. The click of the one buckle holding her in place didn’t sound for much longer before a rip came from it. The worst sound you heard was that of her flesh molding and tearing away to reveal sharp teeth much like Baraka’s

“Now do you believe, Earthrealmers?” Shang Tsung states with alarming calm. Kenshi backs into your view, with the monster that is Princess Mileena shortly after. As trained as his face is, you can still see the glimmer of terror in his eyes.

“What do we do?” Kenshi asks quickly. “Keep her occupied. I need time to finish more serum.” Picking up two vials, he begins his work once more. “Johnny, a hand here?” You hear the rising panic in his voice at the request.

Johnny rushes to his side. You try to go, but you fear you may collapse as you feel a sharp pain in your back once more. You stick with Kung Lao who is scrutinizing the sorcerer's work. You glance over your shoulder to see the battle between the infected princess and Kenshi begin. After a few minutes, that felt like hours, you see Shang Tsung finish up the serum. “Johnny, Kung Lao, hold her down.” The two rush over to hold her by the arms.

“It’s now or never Shang Tsung!” Kenshi shouts as they’ve got Mileena on the ground. Shang Tsung loads the syringe with the serum and heads over. Not before she broke out of their hold, knocking them out of the way.

Time seemed to stop as you witnessed the horrid sight of Kenshi’s sight being robbed from him. Blood sprayed everywhere. Your heart stopped as you heard the deafening cries of agony from your friend. “Kenshi!” Johnny cries. You fall to your knees in a state of shock, unable to will your body into motion.

Tears welled into your eyes as Mileena raised her sais up once more to strike a final blow. Shank. You thought she did it until you saw the vial plunged into her neck.

“By the gods, Mileena!” A new female voice exclaimed. Oh no. It was Princess Kitana. In the midst of more guards and known faces come in, you crawl your way over to Kenshi. Oh my gods. What should I do? He’s out cold. You hold his head in your lap to make him more comfortable.

“What’s happened here, sorcerer?” Kitana demands. The man in question saves face, only for himself. “These people were sent to disrupt your sister’s treatment and scandalize Outworld by revealing her illness.” His words were like an ice bucket over your head. No way.

“What? That’s totally fake news!” Johnny tried to plead, but was promptly knocked out by the Shokan guard. Going for Lao next, your friend manages to block the first hit. Promptly followed by a punch to the gut, then to his head. You shoot your attention to Kitana. You begged, but it was too late. “Princess, please you have to believe u-”

[hungryhornet]

midst of khaos

Pairing/s: Titan Havik x Chubby!Fem!Reader Warning/s: NOT PROOFREAD, NSFW (18+) SMUT, innocent reader (but not a virgin), possessive, corruption kink, fingering, spanking, slapping, masochism, erotic asphyxiation kink, p in v sex, sloppy make-outs, pre-khaos reigns dlc Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: In the midst of all his khaos, he finds your beguiling innocence delectable─so ripe for the taking. Author's Note: im sorry it took a while BUT WE'RE NOW HERE YIPEE MORE TITAN HAVIK FICS im actually still making more for him so keep on a look out nyehehe Tags: @iliketangerines @havikshoochiemama @n3ptoonz @gamerwoman3d

he has never seen a being more beautiful─so appetizing─than the radiance you have brought upon his chaos-corrupted timeline; nothing more ethereal than what amorous innocence you preserve yourself to be conflating melodically with the carnage of his anarchy. titan havik knew, as if second nature, what lay deep within that duty-bound heart from the start.

your sprawled-out figure, on top of his large bed, adorned in the finest of silk. its material hugging every curve and roll of your delectable body. enamored by your sight, havik leans against the doorway of his chambers to take in a little more.

you were reading a book he had brought over from his expeditions. the relaxed state of you brings him to an ease, his heart beats simultaneously with your feet kicking back and forth to the sounds of your humming. it was such a foreign sight to him but he could care less. all that matters is you.

after a few moments, havik stood from his place and slowly stalked towards you. the moment he got close to his bed, he grabbed you by the ankle and yanked you onto the edge.

you let out a surprised squeal, dropping your book before quickly turning to see the intruder, but your thoughts and actions to defend yourself fell short when the familiar sensation of bare teeth pressed against your lips. the moment your wide eyes met your havik's face, you swiftly reciprocated his kiss in yearning. your lips part to pucker and suck on his exposed teeth as his tongue immediately penetrated your mouth, wrapping the rough wet muscle around yours. the fight for dominance so clearly in havik’s hand as he pulls you impossibly tighter against him with your arms thrown over his shoulders and intertwined behind his head to deepen your mouths together.

havik pulls away with a satisfying groan, "enjoying yourself, my little maelstrom?"

you make a sound of agreement before diving back to leaving pecks across his mutilated face. the titan smiles at your undeniably heartwarming affection for his imperfections that his hands grope and rub the plushy flesh of your waist and thighs.

"give in to me... as your lord demands it." havik holds you impossibly close to his body thrumming with the desire to devour you.

"please be gentle, the council of order taught so little of this." your hand gently caresses the decayed skin of his cheek, "i fear i shall not give you enough satisfacti—“

“silence. i shall be the one who will determine what satisfies me or not.”

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"havik...fu─" oh, your sweet little moans, the cleric of chaos groans as he yearns for more, "...please."

there was something so thrilling and succulent in the situation he sees you in─a situation that he had meticulously crafted so that he could finally witness it. your sprawled-out arms gripping his sheets with those dark innocent eyes that held a wicked lustrous storm gazing back at his gentle yet scheming corrupted whites. havik is never known for his patience, if he wants something he's going to take it immediately. however, in your presence, if it meant prolonging the radiance and delectable sight of you like this, he'd spend eternities ensuring it'd be the last thing he'd see.

havik's calloused fingers continuously run between the fat folds of your pussy lips, picking up the accumulated wetness right onto his fingertips. there is nothing the cleric of chaos needing more than to shove himself into the tightness of your cunt, to watch you erratically dissolve under his malignant control over your pleasure. however, the more havik reigns in your touch, the more he knew he shouldn't tarnish the beguiling skin that adorned your being─for the first time ever, havik felt it to be wrong to do so.

he deemed the value of your orgasm to be greater than the kamidogus themselves. the chaotic and untamed titan as he is, havik is not so careless in the things that he owns.

your squirms of needing him inside gain you little reaction from him, there's only a glint of teasing you further in his half-lidded stare. every knowledge and past experience that you've had about sexual intercourse is thrown out the window; the bland rigid belief of it only being the sole purpose of bearing children, havik's intimidating and dominating aura enthralls every last bit of you that it was beyond its purpose─there's an essence in slowly enticing your body to the freedom it craves.

"speak more freely, my dark heart." his whisper against your neck sends a surge of pressure to your, already, throbbing clit, "i implore you to demand me of your desires. tell me and i shall make it come true."

the tip of his pointer and middle finger slowly protrudes into your cunt as he speaks. you let out another erotic moan as you feel the rough pads of his digits sensually scratch the softness of your insides, exploring every bit of skin it touches. his gentleness with you has always been something you thoroughly loved about him but, right now it is becoming your undoing; you desperately need him to wreck you to the point you're nothing but a blabbering unconscious mess.

"no more teasing my lord, i need you─augh~!" you throw your head back into his crimson sheets when he suddenly pistoned his fingers in an animalistic pace.

his teeth nip and scratch the space between your head and shoulder, trailing down towards the skin of your collarbone, “mmmm, fuck, you’re so reactive. did you act like this with every man that touched your cunt?”

havik mercilessly abuses your insides as the inducement of his words caresses your clit to pulse erratically. you feel a coil in your stomach threatening to snap but it just wasn't enough for you.

“no! only you, lord havik—oh f’mmmm!” it was no use. with your brain in a blissful state, words just seemed to fly out without thought. as if havik's chaotic energy held your consciousness hostage, "wan' you to fuck me please..."

havik abruptly pulled his fingers away, making you whine and sigh in relief at the loss, before shoving your thick legs together to your right side. his hands take their time in adoring the vast smoothness of your thighs, the flawless surface of your skin had him lost in the enamored nerves tingling across his palm. they then trail to grip your asscheek and pull its flesh up to expose the opening of your cunt. his other hand busies itself with freeing his cock from the confines of his tattered pants. you were busy staring at him in longing ache, you pick your upper body up onto your elbows─patiently awaiting for the gratifying pounding of your life.

finally, havik's cock sprung out of his pants. the tip of it oozing with an overwhelming amount of pre-cum and its veins in a conflation of burning purple, blue, and red, twitching angrily at the cold breeze that it's exposed to.

havik poked his tip between the lips of your sensitive cunt, "mmmm, im going to enjoy you very much."

he then all shoved his cock without a thought. you painfully gasp at the intruding size that tears start to prick out of the corner of your eyes and your walls struggle to contract around the overwhelming shape, its rough edges spread across his shaft molding your insides.

havik lets out a dangerously lowly moan taking his hips to move at a sensually slow pace to make you adjust to it. after a few more thrusts and grinds, your sounds of pain turn into whines of frustration prompting havik to finally move faster. he holds your squeezed thighs together as an anchor with one hand to pull your body to bounce against the vulgar movements of his thrusts while his other hand moves to tear the silk from your upper body.

the sight of your tits rippling with every impact drove havik earnestly insane; he threw his head back with an ungodly roar as he picked up the deadly speed of his cock hammering into you. your beauty truly knows no bounds and he shall take every piece of it in his own chaotic corrupted ways that your being will begin to starve and yearn for more of him─as if it didn't already.

"so perfect to taint, to ruin, to make mine." his words slur in a pussy-drunken manner, there was nothing that could force him to pull out. it would probably take a million of him to even budge, but he'd still lock himself in the delight of you.

in the bliss of his fucking, havik lightly slaps the cheeks of your face and full-on smacks the flesh of your bubbly ass. the burning red marks adorning the luscious radiance of your skin had havik spanking it even harder til you were sobbing out pleas.

your moans grow louder in volume matching the squelching sounds of his slick-covered cock sliding so easily inside your tiny puffy cunt. you mew in pleasure when you suddenly feel his palm settle at the center of your neck and fingers wrap around it. he does a quick squeeze as a test, and to his pleasure, you grasp his arm to go further and tighter. havik wasted no time delaying the inevitable as he started to cut off your airway with a strong grip.

the mixture of havik’s bloodthirsty fucking and erotic sensation of his infliction of pain onto you once again builds up the tension of the coil forming deep in your gut. the pressure of his fingers pressing on all the right weak points of your neck and bruising spanks onto your ass had you ultimately lost in the deep ends of sub-space; your eyes hazy and rolled all the way to the back, bodily functions desperately chasing after the orgasmic feeling of needing to cum, and brain close to blacking out as your consciousness clings onto the warmth of his cock filling you with immense satisfaction instead of the need to breathe.

"fu─! fuck! so close~ please! augh~!" you try to make sense of things─of words to coherently tell him what you want, but havik was too far gone now. his glowing eyes are entranced in a whirlpool of desire with his mouth partially parted in short pants as an accumulation of drool starts to rain upon your body.

you gaze up at him, "inside... please my lord~! breed me... mark me with your seed..."

havik growled in response, angling your chin to face his before pressing another ravenous kiss on your lips. slops and globs of saliva messily collide with one another─totally disoriented from the reality of everything, only clinging to each other's existence. you pull his head undeniably closer to your aggressive kiss when your coil suddenly snaps.

your body convulses at the fiery feeling of releasing every bit of your essence, letting out the loudest and most pornographic moan into his mouth. havik groans deeply, a stroke on his ego at how much you came. in his desperate need to cum as well, he pulls his head away from you to marvel at the sight of his cream-covered cock still pistoning in and out of your equally dripping pussy. his thrusts were now in disarray as the edge of his release grew close.

in a few more thrusts, havik bellows a string of swears and moans before snapping his pelvis onto your ass. so pent up for centuries, havik had to hold himself up as he shoots out thick heavy ropes of cum into your bewitching womb. the weight of his balls now a bit lighter than usual but, obviously not enough for him.

you both shared emotional and lust-filled kisses, still aching with a strong greed for pleasure. havik seizes the moment to lay down behind you and grip your left thigh upwards─its knee touching your chest. his still-aching cock throbbed inside you as if telling you that it was never leaving any time soon.

A/N: it's here ! the titan havik fic ! RAAAAAAHHHHH CARNAL BEHAVIOR BC THIS MAN IS EVERYTHING TO ME NOW