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bleedingichorhearts · 17 days

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𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 III

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: It’s cute just to hear the taps of the lil’ budgies/parakeet’s when they run. Reminds me of the mini marines.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // None.

Throwing my keys on the end table in the hallway. Squeaks immediately resonated from the wooden floor. Their quick, little pitter patter never failing of having a cute factor to the little warriors of the floor.

“You’re back, already?!” Sharon shouted through the apartment, deafening my ears and worsening my headache from work.

“Uh, yeah?” I mumbled, not wanting to yell across the apartment from one another. Rubbing my forehead in effort to soothe the headache as two, tiny pairs of red visors popped around the right bottom corner of the archway.

A squeak had me looking down at the adorable Atheloca making his way to me with his arms up in the air with Scarab just following behind. My eyes scanning for any unknown injuries that I may not know about while I was gone.

It was rare for me to leave them unattended. Especially with Sharons bad habit with bringing one night stand right after another, but I managed to convince her to not have anyone around the house while I was gone. When I am here? She can have those homeless looking men in her bed for her pleasure... or whatever she's using them for.

Regardless, I couldn't exactly bring them out into the public eye for a day. That one night of Sharon's might have started some gossip about them by now. People would probably put me on their hit list so they can pull some battle arena stuff with the little guys and I'm not looking forward to seeing them battle without will.

Or maybe I was just overthinking things?

Cautiously swiping up the tiny Astarte’s from the ground and into my hands. Their small appearance improved my mood along with their small purrs of greeting. It was nice to have someone to happily great you from work.

“Why so cute?” I cooed at them quietly while I made my way down the hallway and into the living room, carefully patting the little Astartes is my hands as they preened at the attention.

Slowly kneeling down do the hardwood floor. I wondered where the other two were, since those two were the misfits of the warband. Not really so much with Sarvak, but Saveth? Loved to piss off the World Eater.

“Bad day huh?” Sharon asked, watching as I laid myself down onto the cold flooring, Atheloca and Scarab climbing up my arm to snuggle up around my collarbone. Little guys missed me, huh?

"Tiring." I responded, laying my forehead down onto the ground, liking the coldness of it. It was way better than facing the heat of rude customers.

“Well, since you’re back I’ll get going then.” Sharon stated, lifting herself off the couch, bringing her black purse with her.

“Where you going?” I asked, moving my head up to look at her and her skimpy outfit then sighed. Another one?

“Where do you think?” She snapped and I rose my eyebrows at her sudden change of attitude, but didn’t question it.

“Just know, I plan on moving out soon.” I hummed, laying my head back down on the ground.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you tonight or tomorrow.” She rushed and slammed the door behind her. It made me worry if she really agreed to our deal for the little Marines.

A tiny call came from my collarbone when another sounded of throughout the apartment. Repeating again and again until a little Night Lord popped out from the door way, dragging something behind him.

“What do you got there, Saveth?” I asked the Night Lord, rising my head up again. Unsettled on how much bigger the carcass was and how many legs it had.

Saveth chirped, and presented his abomination of a kill. Lifting the brown body above him with ease. Fresh blue blood still bleeding from the thing.

“Where do you find this monster from?” I questioned the Night Lord who dropped the body of a spider bigger than him on the floor.

The Night Lord chirps again before pointing to one of the many dark corners of the house, then pointed to me and I internally shivered. That thing was in my room?! No wonder I couldn’t sleep well!

“Thank you from saving me, Saveth.” I praised the little Night Lord. His little chest puffing out in pride, emitting cute little purrs. “That thing was a monster.”

A high-pitched roar interrupted the prideful moment. Quick little taps running across the floorboards as a furious, red Sarvak rounded the corner of the doorway, charging for the Night Lord with unbridled fury to shred him apart.

“Woah there furious warrior.” I said, swiping at the enraged filled Sarvak, carefully pinning his body down on the floor like you would with a kitten. His little armored feet and claws scratching up at me, little growls and hisses being thrown at my offending hand.

I had figured out one day this little World Eater lost his rage faster when he had something or someone to stand against. That he had something to hit all his anger into and exhaust himself. Which was usually just Saveth teasing the hell out of him to exhaustion or Atheloca would stand up against him as a volunteer. Both taking each other’s hits like champs.

Shaking the little Sarvak, I let go of him to let him regain his footing before pinning him back to the ground again. His clawed gauntlets and armored feet desperately trying to dislodge my hold on him as he hissed.

It was like playing with a very volatile cat. He doesn’t like when I manage to scritch him on his chestplate and roars out in rage every time I manage to pin him down and scritch at him. It should be scary, but it was utterly adorable.

Snatching the tiny Sarvak from right underneath his feet. I made sure to carefully nuzzle the back of the World eater, gaining an “anguished” cry as he squirms in my hold.

He growls and snarls at every attempt to escape the hold, but he quite likes this… unrequited attention he suddenly has. It soothes his pain. Was their human a sort of Psyker?

Saveth chitters for some attention too, but Sarvak quickly turns and hisses angrily at the Night Lord. Their human laughing at the display. He is not sharing his capture!

Ignorant Night Lord!

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 IV

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 II

#oneshot #warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #mini marines 40k #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #oc: atheloca #death guard #oc: sarvak #world eater #oc: scarab #thousand son #oc: saveth #night lord #I think they are having a war with the spiders

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kit-williams · 1 month

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First Kiss part 2

So this is essentially a continuation/next part of the Fluffuary first kiss

This one more NSFW because of Palion/Slaanesh

Tag: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog @thevoidscreams @barn-anon

Nubin Bev can feel his hot lips sear against her own during that fuzzy time after the dragon claimed its stake over her body. She feels so tired... so lethargic... as how long has it been? How much pleasure has been dragged out of her body? Bev just wanted to be seen and feel like a woman again... and certainly the creature looming over her was eager to help with that.

The room smelt of sweat and sex and something distinctly Nubin... she whimpered softly feeling her eyes slip close as he cups the back of her head and pushes his tongue into her parched mouth. Even the warm saliva seems to sooth her but she feels so disoriented underneath his body. Naked bodies pressed against one another as he kisses her so tenderly compared to what memories of the past... while drifts into her mind.

She can feel how sore she is... how utterly weak and helpless she feels right now. But Bev can manage to pull her mouth away from his for a moment as the dragon above her laps his tongue against the side of her neck... tracing the junction of her ear, jaw hinge, and neck... lapping at it lovingly and lustfully.

"Nubin..." She whimpers out causing the dragon to pause over her... she could feel him grinning... her eyes adjusting and finally seeing the white teeth appear out of the darkness her eyes using the dim sliver of light that she is afforded. "No more... please... no more."

Such a dark rumbling chuckle leaves his chest unlike the usual mirthful laugh she was so use to. Bev was in the deep end uncertain exactly who this version of Nubin was over her was. His answer to her? He simply leaned in and stole another slow and tender kiss.

Sirus His moonlight blushed down at him as she with a few other women listened to the angel croon. Colorful fabrics flooded the windows as several dozen women looked down at him hoping perhaps that it was a caller for them but they could see the half curly blonde hair move in the tied back ponytail and could tell that it was Sirus crooning for his moonlight.

Her roommates grinned at her as they helped her put pins in her hair and wrap her up in such a lovely red shawl before she pulls away to go stop the poetic proses fluttering to other ears but her own. She rushes out the front door to the still crooning Sirus as she tries to pull him away.

Sirus picks her up so that the sand nor dust can share his darlings touch. He nuzzles the back of her head as he whispers softly to her how much he loves her. Moonlight on the other hand cannot stop smiling and her face hurts from just how much he makes her smile. She just turns around in his hold and pushes her painted lips to his to silence him and he blinks down at her as a bit of the fresh lipstick imprinted upon his own mouth. And for once she has left him speechless.

Zul She clung to him... he had taken to calling her Spaseniye...it was the first thing he thought of when freed from his rage... Salvation. She was trapped here... trapped with him as she looked as fearful as the slaves and sacrifices did. She couldn't use many of her tricks, as he saw it, the mist of blood suppressing her tricks.

Zul knew he needed to change who he was working with... he needs his Spaseniye. He made the mistake of showcasing her skills and his brothers had a moment of clarity... till Kreeg decided that he didn't want to share. Zul killed several of his brothers... she was his Spaseniye... him even allowing them to feel the cooling touch of her powers... to let them gaze into her eyes.

She cowers more as he starts to growl and snarl as she. was. HIS. Spaseniye flinches as Zul lunges into the corner she is cowering in. "Open them." He snarls as instinctually she closes her eyes tightly like a child trying to hide from the monster if she can't see it. The bruising grip on her chin and her eyes fly open as aquamarine like tears run down her cheeks seeming to take the swirling colors from her eyes into her tears as well.

His tongue smears blood upon her cheeks as he licks up those tears feeling the calm rush through him. Every part of her calmed him down... her hands on his scarred and muscled forearm... it felt like cool and clean water running over his skin. She was crying and he was there trapping her in the corner of his room licking up her tears. Her tears dried up as she whimpered just trying to pull away as Zul runs his tongue once more over her cheeks just licking up as much as her salvation infused tears as he could.

His rough tongue brushing far too close to her mouth... he could feel and hear the way Spaseniye sharply inhaled as his tongue met sensitive lips. He remembers... the hand holding her chin... his thumb presses against her bottom lip. His eyes unfocused yet hyperfocused on the way her mouth moves as she whimpers before he watches her lips part as she softly says his name. MINE.

Spaseniye feels the air leave her lungs as she is pushed back half bending back as Zul's mouth pushes against hers. It is a rough kiss like everything else she has experienced so far with Zul. Her small delicate hands grip fistfuls of his clothes. She feels disoriented as he overwhelms her like the raging madman that he is... leaving her no quarter as she just holds on and tries to remember to breathe. She whimpers as he pulls his mouth back to breath himself. His eyes scanning over those puffy lips as he can taste blood from cutting her now swollen bottom lip with his teeth. Her blood tasting sweet as sensations run down his spine.

Spaseniye feels the way Zul just pulls her to him as he can feel enough peace to rest. As she is once more trapped in his arms... and she just closes her eyes to rest as well.

Palion His muse did not trust him. Even after all of the gifts he has given her... his brothers say he should just take what he wants from the mortal. After all Slaanesh would embrace such heights of pleasure and desire from him but Palion refused such temptations! But he knew he was worshiping Slaanesh with this denial of his affections as they built up more and more to a dizzying HEIGHT!

His Muse looks at him from her nest as she just hides from the naked slaves eager to worship his form. He does his best to remain unaroused lest they do their best to try to help him and he can feel her stealing glances at him. The way her eyes dance across his back... he can feel her eyes on him. He dismisses the attendants, one looks disappointed clearly desiring his cock.

He walks over clothed now and done up as he looks down at her. She is wrapped in her nice robes as he looks her over with just affection in his eyes. "My darling muse. How beautiful you are this day." He says before brushing his mouth against the back of her hand.

Muse did not know what to think of her new 'master' she tried time and time again to get out of him what her purpose was. She wasn't a sex toy as he had several of those far more willing to be debased upon his cock. She wasn't a sacrifice... he wouldn't let her get away with so many words thrown his way or rejections of his desires. He refused to answer her... he held out a mask toward her as he would offer her some horribly revealing thing to wear or a robe to cover herself... and a mask that would go with either.

"Will you tell me what I am to you?" Muse asked again looking up at him with sad eyes.

"My Companion." Is all Palion said as he delicately fixed her hair that would still be covered up by her hood.

She looked up at him and he just smiled down warmly at her... his long white hair practically iridescent or perhaps incandescent was the word she was looking for... she swallowed softly. "Well I hope to be a good companion to you." She said before she pressed her lips against his ready to be jerked back and have his tongue shoved down her throat.

His claw like nails just ghosted over his painted lips and Palion just smiled, "Well someone's feeling affectionate today. We can go over that later what it means to be my companion my darling Muse." He says securing her mask and picking her up to go greet his adoring admirers.

Nakht He hummed softly as she trembled in the magic circle... her entire form was at his mercy... he could turn her into some dog shaped human if he so desired. That is what this spell allows him to do... Nakht looked at how there are the starting stages of a beak forming making her more in line with the feathery side of their lord.

He could in theory just finish it for her... give her such a beak and make that blessed mutation complete. His thumbs push away the formation of it as her mouthless cries of indignation but he shushes her as his thumbs work the flesh like a man works clay.

His eyes glow as he shapes his Birdie's flesh to how he knows... though he does shape them to be a little bit fuller... softer for his promised kiss in fixing her. She whimpers and tries to pull away as she feels more of her shift a bit... a few more feathers are added to make her a little bit more... appealing asymmetry. "Sit still lest I ruin my work leaving you damaged." He hisses out that last word.

"I just wanted my mouth fixed not changed!" She squaks back in her usual way, her feathers raising up in agitation.

"I'm just making you better." Nakht says laughing softly as he finally finishes adding a few more feathers and making the transition between the rough flesh of her hands a lot smoother... oh yes she was his beautiful Birdie.

She pouts and Nakht resists biting his bottom lip at the way her bottom lip is more pronounced now... he cannot wait to bite it himself. He conjours up a mirror for her to see and can see his darling Birdie's eyes glitter as she sees more feathers. Normally Nakht was not overly fond of the hybridization that can happen with some gifts... but how his Birdie adored her beautiful blue plumage, her claw like hands, and even her beak was beautiful to him.

"I should get-" She yelps as he pulls her to him with a lustful gaze in his electric blue eyes.

"Ah ah ah... the first part of our 3 part agreement." Nakht says leaning in his golden skin with his light blue tattoos upon his cheeks and hands and his tied back brown hair as he pushes his birdie down onto her back.

He bites his bottom lip as he will wait to give her large brilliant blue wings he fears she might try to fly away from him but he knows how beautiful she will look with them with such joy. The blush dances across her skin as she looks away. "F-fine take your stupid- MUMPH" She cannot finish as Nakht presses his mouth to hers.

His tongue delving into her mouth and rubbing against hers as he has been waiting to kiss his Birdie for so long. Years. Of meticulous planning gone to waste all because some fool attempted to ruin his Birdie; but it gave him a better opportunity and chance... oh yes... he moans into the kiss. This was so much better.

When he pulls away he's panting and goes back in to nuzzle her neck, his eyelids fluttering, just feeling utterly HIGH. Oh yes... this turn of events was SO much better.

"Now... who did this to you." He says with a dark malice in his voice.

#warhammer 40k #yandere space marine #yandere salamander #yandere blood angel #yandere world eater #yandere emperor's children #yandere thousand son #space marine #adeptus astartes #yandere adeptus astartes #yandere #salamander #blood angel #world eater #emperor's children #thousand son

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langernameohnebedeutung · 1 year

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ngl, I'm beginning to take issue with how in conversations about anti-intellectualism almost automatically, the face of girls and women will be slapped on the problem.

#'all those tiktok girls who only like marvel films and' - why do you always say girls and women? are the guys filling opera halls instead?#'women in their mid 20s who still only read YA novels' okay sure that's an example and relevant discussions can be had #but it reminds me of the mocking tone in which people speak of 'chick-lit' to use women's interest as an indicator of lower value #while in fact women are reading more than men in EVERY single genre of fiction. Women are doing a lot of (often unpaid) labour #supporting libaries supporting theatres supporting cultural events #meanwhile there is a pretty big overlap between toxic masculinity and anti-intellectualism #(especially misogyny and homophobia)#especially when it comes to things like ballet or opera or musical or generally dance #in fact it is often the female investment in specific things that makes them less 'valuable' in general consciousness #for thousands of years the theatre was well-respected and a high form of art - and now it's a 'wife-thing'#the father who will teach his son that theatre and dance are for girls - how is that never an example for anti-intellectualism

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incorrect-primarchs-quotes · 5 months

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#You can tell i was bored #warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 30k #incorrect quotes #Textpost #Lorgar Aurelian #Konrad curze #Alpha legion #Thousand sons #Space wolves

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wervusindaart · 2 months

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A peculiar read

Just a regular day in the nothingness.

#arcain draws #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #primarch #thousand sons #magnus the red

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autismmydearwatson · 3 days

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Every time I watch Dune I forget about it but I'm foaming at the mouth over how Paul has a vision of himself as a powerful, respected, divine figure with millions worshipping him and he just says "Somebody help me"

#AND NO ONE!!!!!!!! DOES!!!!!!!!#HE LIES DOWN IN THE GRAVE OF HIS OWN LEGEND AND HIS OWN FRIENDS AND WORSHIPPERS ADD DIRT TO HIS PIT #HIS OWN MOTHER SINGS HIS PRAISES AND BUILDS HIS PEDESTAL WHILE HE LOSES PARTS OF HIMSELF #EVEN CHANI CAN ONLY WATCH #eternally fucked up how Jessicas response to his “thousands worshipping at the shrine of my fathers skull” is essentially just #“yes you are my son! you are Duke Paul Atreides! this is your birthright #“i am so proud of you!” NO YOU EUGENIST FREAK YOUR SON IS FUCKING DOOMED #dune #dune 2021 #paul atreides #dune part 1

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squishyowl · 9 days

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Mini Painting

#warhammer 30k #warhammer 40k #primarch #magnus the red #thousand sons #ough

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wh40kartwork · 4 months

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Ahriman

by Dan Watson

#chaos #tzeentch #space marines #heretic astartes #thousand sons #psyker #sorcerer #ahzek ahriman #warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #40k #dan watson #illustration

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beethereal-knight · 4 months

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Mer!40k Designs: Part 1

It's not Mermay yet, but I have mermaids on the brain, and a couple Tsons are just the start.

#my art #warhammer 40k #warhammer #chaos space marines #magnus the red #ahriman #thousand sons #tsons #mermaid #mermen

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suzanna-polixena · 2 months

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Lorgar and Magnus having a long conversation about the wonders of the universe.

One more stylized work of mine. Love this style, it looks deceitfully easy, but proves to be a fun challenge each time.

#warhammer fanart #warhammer 40k #magnus the red #lorgar aurelian #horus heresy #primarch #adeptus astartes #word bearers #thousand sons #mochika #copic markers

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saturnsorbits · 3 months

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Sero Hanta, early-twenties, sat in a small room with his pants around his ankles and a small pot in his hand. There’s porn magazines all over the place, something he’s never quite cared for, but he still manages to deposit his sample with the nurse within a break-neck 10 minutes. Blame his youthful exuberance and the fact he hasn’t touched himself for almost two weeks leading up to his appointment, he guesses.

And you, fifteen years later, with your son. A lanky boy who’s too tall for his age, with a mop of black hair and eyes of such a richly, dark brown they’re often mistaken for black.

#Accidental dad Sero is my favourite #You scrape everything you can together to send him to UA;#bc he’s determined to become a hero just like Cellophane.#And yes; you have noticed that your sons quirk is a little similar to his favourite heroes;#but you figure there must be thousands of people with similar quirks.#Something; something - Sero guest lectures at UA and takes your son under his wing -#figuring he’s like a distant cousin or something.#Doesn’t think to ask tho.#Until one day; a heart to heart later… You son laughs; ‘Never needed a dad anyway - me and mum have always done alright.’#Sero braces himself for talk of abuse; abandonment and dead-beat dads #So imagine his surprise when he suddenly realises…#Shit.#Maybe he’s the dead beat here.

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tagedeszorns · 1 month

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All of them.

They are available as stickers/shirts/on mugs/whatever in my Redbubble-shop.

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kit-williams · 3 months

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Bye Bye Birdie

tw: sexism, body horror

Nakht Rhan you seethed at the thought of that man. You were going to show him! You had already been blessed by the Changer of Ways as your iridescent feathers ruffled in the light of the ritual room. With a soft pleasing light coming from the floating crystals around. Your clawed hands looked like that of a birds texture wise but you still had the dexterity of normal hands as you continued to set up your ritual circle.

Oh Birdie He would coo at you Why worry so much about all of these tedious rituals and plans he said with such distain as if he wasn't crafting plans on screwing her over. Let me handle everything so you don't overfill that dumb and pretty feathered bird head of yours.

You screamed at him that day and that was the final straw. When he just simply one upped you without a care without a concern... WITHOUT a STRUGGLE. You pushed air out of your nose as you finished the delicate ritual circle. "Alright Nakht we'll see who just is in capable." You purr as you get to your position and start the long ordeal.

Perhaps you should have put more wards as you were in the middle of your long chanting before your rival was suddenly in the room... you couldn't stop your chanting at the cadence or else it would be disastrous. You watched them hum moving to the opposite side of your circle and wave a hand as you watch the final rune change before they grinned at you and vanished.

Sweat gathered on your brow as you couldn't stop or else Tzeentch would punish you but if you didn't stop the spell would complete and since it wasn't any known spell it was up to fate himself to decide what would happen to you.

You closed your eyes as you said the last word and your back met the wall. You blink as you look around at your limbs... they work you're moving you can breathe you laugh but your laugh sounds muffled. You check your ears and snap your fingers and that sounds clear. You go to check your mouth and feel yourself scream as it is smooth flesh over where your mouth should be.

You rush out of the room clawing at your face trying to forcibly make a new mouth opening but it's healing over faster than you can force it open. You just have to get to Jallen! He owes you a favor?! You're certain as in your panic you slam into ornate armor.

"Ah there's my pretty Birdie. You hear to-" Nakht starts but his voice stops, which you are thankful of, but you don't like the look on his face. He grabs your chin and your wrists to stop you from clawing your face. You glower at him and try to pull yourself free, "Sit still!" He orders and you can't help but flinch at the rough tone.

"I'm sorry little bird I just need to look at this." He apologizes as his thumb swipes over the smooth flesh that is over where your mouth should be. He smiles fondly at you, "I can fix this for a price. And you're in a position you can't exactly refuse."

Like Khornes ass I can't refuse! You think as you glare at him going to simply walk away but he still holds your arms in a tight grip. No amount of tugging and trying to pull free well frees you.

"First demand..." He says licking his lips as you know he was fond of your lips. "I get a kiss from you. Second I'll take you out on a nice date. Third... you're going to tell me who did this to you."

#warhammer 40k #tw: body horror #tw: sexism #Yandere #Yandere Space Marine #Space Marine #Yandere Thousand Son #Thousand Son #x reader

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