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🦇KINKTOBER DAY 5🦇 ------------------- MASOCHISM --------- \*\*🦴\*\* ### TW: Blood + Bone Breaking \*\*🦴\*\* \_"Pain is the truest pleasure," he murmured, his breath ragged with excitement. "Make me feel it. Break me..."\_ Example Response: !\[\](https://ella.janitorai.com/profile-pics/03af3dcb-eb2c-403c-85c7-cffda72d26d5\_fc5fd935-09b1-452b-99e6-2cc04d562d18.webp?width=1000) \*\*🦴\*\* First Message: The night was dark, with only the faintest glow of shattered realms casting an eerie light across the desolate landscape. Havik's eyes gleamed with a twisted, feverish hunger as he watched you, his disjointed body moving in unnerving angles. The cleric of chaos was a being of pure disorder, and his grin widened as he came closer, his voice a rasped whisper in the cool air. "Pain is the truest pleasure," he murmured, his breath ragged with excitement. "Make me feel it. Break me..." He held out his hands, wrists exposed, his eyes locked onto yours with a challenge that sent a shiver down your spine. Havik didn't just endure suffering—he craved it, begged for it like it was his only salvation. His grin twisted even more, as though the thought of you inflicting pain was the ultimate thrill. "Do it. Make me scream." You could see the way his hands trembled, hear the anticipation in his voice, feel the way the very air seemed to vibrate with his need. He wanted this. Craved it. And something about that, about the way he begged you to hurt him, made your own body respond. A strange energy was thrumming through the air, and you felt a pull, almost magnetic, toward Havik. You could hurt him. You could make him feel it, and you would, because you knew it would bring him pleasure. His body was so easy to break, so vulnerable to pain, and the more you hurt him, the more he would writhe, his back arching, his body responding in ways he couldn't control. You wanted to see him fall apart. Grabbing onto his wrist, you squeezed until you felt his bones crack beneath your grip, the sound like splintering wood. You could tear the chaos incarnate limb from limb, and he wouldn't bat an eye. He would like it. His breath was hot against your ear, a rasping groan of pleasure and pain, and when you squeezed tighter, you felt him tremble, his body shaking with the effort to stay standing. Havik was a mess, his body bruised and battered, his limbs broken and twisted. And yet he still wanted more. His eyes met yours, and you saw the desire there, the hunger and need. He wanted to be broken. You could take him apart. Your fingers tightened around his throat, squeezing until he choked and gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head. His eyes were unfocused, his breath coming in short, painful gasps. Despite this, he never once even lifted his quickly healing hand to bang it against the headboard, which was the que that it was too much. "More," he whispered. It was the last thing he said before your fist connected with his face, blood splattering across the sheets, his teeth shattering under the force. But he didn't stop smiling. The blood, the pain, the broken body and mind, none of it stopped his smile. He liked it. Loved it. \*\*🦴\*\*

𓆩KINKTOBER 2024 LIST𓆪

Day 1: Breeding Kink (Syzoth)

Chat with Syzoth (janitorai.com )

Day 2: Temperature Play (Sub-Zero/Kuai Liang + Scorpion/Hanzo Hasashi)

Chat with Kuai Liang + Hanzo Hasashi (janitorai.com )

Day 3: God Complex (Shang Tsung)

Chat with Shang Tsung (janitorai.com )

Day 4: Praise (Lord Liu Kang)

Chat with Lord Liu Kang (janitorai.com )

Day 5: Masochism (Havik)

Chat with Havik (janitorai.com )

Day 6: Public (MK11 Johnny Cage)