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bleedingichorhearts · 13 days

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𝕾𝖊𝖙 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖞

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: What if I combined them all into one, for maximum efficiency? I blame this one, @kit-williams and this one, @barn-anon for this.

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

TW // SMUT/NSFW, NonCon and Dubcon, Baby Trapping, Drug? Yandere Themes, Death, Body Horror, Cannibalism.

Blasius slowly turns his head to the side from his crouched position. His mouth opening for a better scent thread as he sniffs the air heavily and chuffs.

So soon? He shakes his head, rising from his crouched position. Casting a shadow over the broken body below him. Such an eager little mate.

Glancing back down at the mauled body. Blasius brings forth an main appendage between his armor plates and licks the warm crimson staining his gauntlet. Savoring how rotten it tasted. Something he had almost forgotten about. How atrocious some could be, hopeless and decaying.

Something his little mate was not. Unlike this waste of flesh below him, unable to bring his little mate what she wanted. What she craved for. He can see it in her eyes, in her scent. How could this one not?

He was ignorant of course, too witless to acknowledge her effort. Too endorsed in his time running away from the nest and coming back smelling like another. His little mate was distressed when she figured out what he was doing. Yet, she still believed that he had some “good” left in him. Putting more of her dedication to prove that she was the worthy mate, when it was the other way around.

This false male was the unworthy one of breathing in the same air as his little mate. Undeserving of her attention, her love, her gifts and lingering touches of her commission of fidelity. It drove him crazy that she wasn’t paying attention to him as she poured her devotion into this male who uses her as a side trophy.

He wanted to give his little mate all that he had to offer. He wanted to return that love and attention she put on that failure of a human. He wanted to gift her all the things she found an interest in, but never acted upon it. Craving for that male to gift it to her, to acknowledge her. He wanted to provide what the male would not, could not.

It was no secret this man was a disappointment to any female that he encounters. He can hear the difference between the real and the fake moan’s his little mate does when they are coupled together or how his little mate has to take care of herself afterwards. Having yet to climax herself, but the male was also a disappointment by being infertile. Not that his little mate knows of that.

It is one of the reasons she has gotten a toy however, to sedate her ever growing desires. To finally have something to finish her off and at first, he wanted to rip the toy to shreds. Watch it decay beneath his fingertips, but he stops mid-way of finding the silicone c*ck in her closet. Realizing this singular tool has had a lot more to it than just for making his little mate climax on it.

So, he puts it back in its place where he found it. Leaving it to his little mates next use.

Blasius hums deeply as the appendix of the open body below him bursts, a quiet wheeze coming out of the mouth of the body as it splatters against his greaves. A mix of puss and blood inching down his armor to his sabatons. Another appendage coming out between his plating near his knee to clean up the mess the weak, organic body had made.

He uses another main appendage to reach inside the cut opening in the males body, pushing underneath his sternum and ribs, providing wet sounds and a squelch each time the appendage slips underneath another rib. Reaching the top of the body’s rib cage, he digs the appendage downwards between the lungs and wraps around the windpipe and tugs. A sickening squelch-like pop sounding out.

Pulling his appendage back to him. He wraps the rest of his appendage around the organ and lifts it up to his face, observing it. Sniffing it before he rumbles lowly in refusal. Whipping the rotten lung away with his appendage. Hearing it splat somewhere else.

That was not something he would preferably eat. Healthy organs are the better route of eating, they taste better. Saccharine even. They envelop the tongue like thick wine. Not that he found eating humans was a satisfactory, just a tasteful treat. He found far better sweets in this world to sedate his hunger than he would in his own world, but that rotted lung wouldn't give him the treat he was looking for.

Perhaps, his liver would work better? They were always far cleaner than the rest of the body’s he’s taken a snack on before. Maybe a little bitter with their alcohol consumption, but that doesn't deter him, he’s had worse before. If anything, that marinates more flavor into the organ.

Sliding his appendage between the body’s ribs and organs again. Wet sounds followed while he wraps his appendage around the liver twice. Pushing the other organs aside and over the opening of his torso and stomach. Feeling how the male's organs still pulsed with life. His dull eyes still staring up at his figure. A mule this one was.

With a particularly harsh tug, the body’s liver popped out with a sickening crack of his rips flying apart. His sternum breaking in half as bone shards littered inside and outside of the blood spewing body. The dirt drinking up the body’s lifeline like desert sands would do to water.

Blasius purrs quietly, approving of this body’s liver as he sniffs it. His mouth opening to wrap his tongue around the organ and lay it in his mouth before squeezing it with his tongue. Feeling it pop in his mouth and splatter before he chews, savoring the taste and the memory’s it came with it.

At least, the memories with his little mate in them. Ranging from how sweet his little mate was and how remarkable she was. Offering her food, her home to this male. Never blowing up on him when she clearly wanted to. Some of the many things that he hates the male for, but that was not a matter anymore.

Nurgle, and the intercourses with her. He knows he could have done way better than this male, but to envision her nude and submissive before him? His appendages began to salivate, including his mouth.

The things he would love to do to her.

Her scent wafts over him as he swallows hard. Shivering as his appendages become eager, desiring, and aching. Pushing up against his armor almost painfully. Telling him he wasn’t actually envisioning her scent of her arousal at all. This was real.

He takes a step away from the mutated body, not looking back as his appendages inside of him twitch in anticipation. Those wild packs of wolves that roam around here should eat the rest of the body up like nothing by tomorrow's dusk. Leaving absolutely no trace of him to be found.

Blasius uses his appendages to clean the rest of his armor off to temporarily relieve their eagerness to come out while he slowly follows his little mates arousal back to her nest. He knows has some time to get there before she climaxes and he must be presentable to his little mate after all. He knows how… unnerving he could look.

He hears her soft moans before he even enters into the nest. His senses heightened to seek her out through her strong arousal that begged him to fill his little mate as he inhales deeply, leaning down through the front door.

Nurgle, he is here little mate. He is here to provide. Let him provide for you.

He hears her cry out in ecstasy and that makes him move a bit faster through the house. Holding his breath as he moves swiftly between furniture. Quickly, opening the door and lean down through it to his little mates nesting spot.

The first thing he sees is her riding the false c*ck up and down into her core at a fast pace. Her skin glistening with sweat at all the effort to make herself climax. Her heated breaths staining her own skin as she moans out again, closing her eyes and throwing her head back.

He rumbles quietly and takes side steps into the grounds of his little mates nest. Watching as she chased that high. Kneeling down to the ground in front of her bed. Observing how her folds fluttered around the c*ck. Her muscles constricting around it as she cried out. Her juices leaking down the c*ck.

Yet, she doesn’t turn on the toy? Isn’t that what it was for? To fill her up her womb? Isn’t that what she wanted?

So, he turns on the toy instead, a gasp escaping his little mate as the toy pumps his c*m into her. Selection by selection, until there was nothing left in the toy.

Unfortunate, no worries. He has more to provide.

She makes a move to get up from the false c*ck, but he growls. His appendages coming out, spooking his little mate as he takes her by the hip and pushes her back down on the fake c*ck. Watching as she squirms on it, his c*m leaking around the edges from her hole and down the false c*ck.

He didn’t get drug from that questionable Ultramarine for no reason.

She whines at him, and as much as he would love to hear her cry out to him. He sticks an enthusiastic appendage down her throat. Silencing her cry’s as he shoves moves her shifting hips back down onto the false c*ck again.

Shhh, little mate. Let me take care of you. Your… partner won’t be around anytime soon to please your needs like I will. To caress your skin like I will. To protect you like I will. To provide to you like I will.

To have yours and mine procreation.

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shiyorin · 14 days

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The Inquisitor knows about yandere astartes, it won't end well

Inquisitor [REDACTED] report on yandere Astartes (????)

+++ CLASSIFICATION: [LOCK]

+++ CLEARANCE: Obsidian

+++ ENCRYPTION: [LOCK]

+++ DATE: 327.M38

+++ AUTHOR: Inquisitor [REDACTED], Ordo Malleus

+++ SUBJECT: INVESTIGATION INTO SUSPECTED GENEFLAW AFFECTING ADEPTUS ASTARTES SUBJECTS ACROSS ALL CHAPTERS AND FOUNDINGS

+++ EYES ONLY HIGHEST TRANCHESINQUISITORIAL CASE FILE [EXCISED]

Summary of Findings:

Initial reports of this suspected "Geneflaw" first reached my conclave several terran years ago. Astartes assets deployed to war zones began exhibiting highly erratic behaviors and perverse compulsions unbecoming of the Emperor's finest warriors.

Behavioral divergences included:

Unnatural emotional outbursts and loss of emotional mastery

Uncontrollable sexual urges and deviant acts

Possessive, clingy behaviors violating sacred chains of command

Irrational self-destructive and anti-imperial actions driven by object fixations

At first, these cases seemed sporadic and isolated across different Chapters. However, as more deplorable incidents piled up, a clear pattern emerged. Something grievous had gone wrong on a fundamental level.

Excerpted examples of documented cases:

[REDACTED] - BLOOD ANGELS CHAPTER Audio log of Sanguinary Priest [REDACTED]

"Some dark curse has been visited upon our Chapter. A growing number of my battle-brothers have become… afflicted with wanton hungers. No mere physical needs, but all-consuming fixations on certain mortals within our care."

"They will stop at nothing to "claim" these individuals for themselves, body and soul. Any attempt at intervention results in unthinkable acts of disobedience and violence…"

[SAMPLE ENDS]

[REDACTED] - BLACK TEMPLARS CHAPTER Thought downloading from captured Chaplain [REDACTED] upon interrogation

"The time for restraint is at an end. I can bear this throbbing in my soul no longer! She must know the depth of my unfettered desire, the fever pitch of my infatuation. If she does not return these longings, I shall shatter worlds until the God-Emperor take pity!"

*Interrogator's Note: [NEUTRALIZE]

[REDACTED] - EXCORIATOR CHAPTER Recorded pict-captures from helm-cams during incursion on [REDACTED]

-Extreme Battlefield Fraternization between crusaders and human auxiliaries -Acts of exhibitionism and self-mutilation by crusaders -Systematic execution of any battle-brother expressing disgust at above actions -Final pict: [REDACTED]

The list of astartes goes on. Worse, there appear to be no patterns in age, founding, homeworld or even primarch genealogy. These repulsive behaviors are emerging across every Adeptus Astartes chapter at random. The Imperium teeters on the brink of an catastrophic, gene-coded crisis.

Research into potential countermeasures and remedies continues. However, my conclusions thus far firmly advocate an extreme response to contain this threat.

RECOMMENDED ACTIONS:

1) Immediate executions for any Astartes subject exhibiting Geneflawed behaviors. No exceptions.

2) Full and systematic extinction-level viral bombings against all potentially compromised Chapters and fleets.

3) Pre-emptive destruction of all Astartes gene-seed repositories, along with any Adeptus Mechanicus factions and forge worlds implicating in its creation or study.

Only through the complete erasure of this genetic stock can the essence of the Adeptus Astartes be preserved for the inevitable darkness yet to come.

The Emperor's work must be done, no matter how abominable the means required.

I await your tribunal's final judgment on this matter.

Thought for the Day: "There is nothing to be gained through mercy, only fleeting weakness and eventual damnation."

-Inquisitor [REDACTED]

#shiyorin's writer #tw: yandere #yandere au #space marine x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #lol

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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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kit-williams · 30 days

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absolutely simping for your yandere raven guard boys, they honestly make me feel so much better after a rough day. 😭

i did want to ask on how they'd react to their dove having really bad social anxiety and trust issues? they've had bad experiences in the past so they keep their emotions well guarded, but get past the layers and they're really devoted and affectionate. or at least try to be affectionate.

like a little thing i imagine is Dove wanting to hold one of their hands, but is super nervous about it because, "wait, what if they hate affection? what if i come off as awkward or annoying?" just a bunch of what if's and all that. feel free to delete this ask if it's too much- at the end of it all i just want to let you know how much i appreciate the raven bois. <3

Its very funny given how I've made Dove to be an activist and to be outgoing. But I like the thought....

Of course once everything got going the boys would make sure Dove was always safe and know that they always were up for her affection... Sor even making it a point to be "overly" affectionate with her to let her know that her touches were wanted.

But I can imagine poor Dove seeing Sor actually relaxing for once and she wants to ask him something but wait... Sor usually rarely talks... always clipped short words or sentences making sure that whatever he said was only really important and when he did talk for awhile it was only to his brothers in high gothic. Practically ignoring that she was around... She is so caught up in her own head she doesn't see how his black eyes are watching her from his peripheral as he just watches her mentally crumble before slinking off.

Moremo was always open but Dove notices he's been so busy since her ex left... oh she would be only a bother... and then when she sees Kazi training with such a serious look on his face she feels before he can put on his normally sweet smile for her.

It's Sor that finds her in her dark little corner with her knees against her forehead as she is just hiding and lost in her own thoughts that she can't help but scream when she sniffles and lifts her head only to see Sor suddenly there.

"You're upset." He says softly.

"I'm just-"

"I can smell you... you've been a walking scent ball of anxiety. Made it easy to find you." He says as if it was obvious.

"Thank you?"

"No it's- never mind. Why are you anxious?"

Dove muttered how she just wanted to talk to him... maybe hold his hand because sure she's held Kazi's hand and Moremo's... she hasn't held his yet.

Sor let out a rare soft smile as she could feel his hand gently embrace hers, "You don't need to ask Dove. I might not... say as much as Kazi can fill the air... nor as well as Moremo can... but I can at least try."

Dove felt herself blush as she just leaned against his muscular arm and that's all she could ask for... was being told that she was allowed into their world even if it was just this tiny little sliver. That's all she could want.

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#warhammer 40k #reply #answer #yandere space marine #adeptus astartes #yandere adeptus astartes #space marine #yandere ravenguard #raven guard #raven guard trio #oc: Sor #oc: Kazi #oc: Moremo #x reader #female insert

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bleedingichorhearts · 2 months

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Imagine trying to survive having that train of four absolute studs run on you.

That is to say, I think you'd need major aftercare after a gray knight and three alpha legion.

𝕽𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕬𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖗

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: You, you are something else. This my first attempt writing with multiple characters at once, let’s see how this goes. No official name for the warband/group yet.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Having one on you was one thing, having four was another.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: Idk, I just write, lol.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: If you are under the age of 18. Shoo! Go away! Skedaddle! Why you reading this in the first place? Be 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 for/of yourself. Has not been proofread.

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Filthy, Cursing.

Walking along the dirt trail, the smell of wet pine and dirt evaded my senses. Calming my tense nerves of today.

Everything seemed different today. Not just because of the dark clouds rolling in, but because of how different the Astarte's looked to be. They were more... uptight, cranky even if I wasn't around, it confused me. It wasn't like them for them to be so, abrasive.

Whatever they were conflicting about had got me on edge because I did not want to see another house torn down again, but who's to say something to an almost 7-foot tall, armored Astartes, who can possibly throw you more than 100 yards? No one really, well... maybe a mother or a crackhead.

Nevertheless, I didn't want to be there if a full out brawl happened at the house. I didn't want to be caught in the middle of it. So, I've managed to sneak pass their senses while they were too busy sizing each other up or at least, I thought I did.

Hydra wasn't even paying attention to the argument at hand. He was more focused on someone far more interesting than this petty argument. Someone who is trying to slip under their radar, undetected. This was his chance.

He moved forward, sneaking away from the warband, leaving his brethren to the Knight where he went to the tree line their little serpent disappeared to. Her scent clinging to the flora there, his instincts going haywire.

He didn’t hesitate to pursued her scent quickly with his mind yelling at him. Knowing if those dark clouds rolled in, they would cover her scent and he'll have to wait for it to pass and that's something he's not fond of.

The trees moved with the wind that came with the dark clouds. Tiny rain drops falling from the darkened sky, hitting my coat. The smell of the rain enhancing the smell of pine, it made the area feel nostalgic.

It was cold, but it felt nice to be away from the Astartes for a while, even in this weather. It might have not been a good idea, but you take what you can right? Since when was the last time, I had time by myself without the eyes of the Astartes?

Stopping underneath a tree, I looked up to the sky. Watching how the dark clouds moved slowly above, yet the branches were quick like the rain drops that hit my face. It wasn't pouring just yet, but it will be very soon as a rumbled shook within the clouds.

Snap!

I crouched down at the unexpected noise, barely feeling a gauntlet of an Astartes that touched the collar of my coat. My heart jumping in my chest at the suddenness.

The wind whipped in my ears when I turned to look at the Astartes. His form crouching and angry looking. His red visor glowing perfectly against the darkening sky. The rain becoming more quicker and harsher than it was.

My heart thumped in my ears louder than the thunder. Thoughts racing on my predicament. Were they angry at me for leaving them? Did they have pent up anger? What made them seem so angry?

Though, I was glad that I had a few run ins with Solor to be able to evade at least some of the basic moves they had, but this was an Alpha Legion, they had all sorts of tricks up their sleeves. They were unpredictable.

He rushed forward and I took off, not wasting any time to avoid the Astartes. Knowing just how fast they could be by personal experience.

I didn't know who it was chasing me. It could be any of the Hydras, but the sky had gotten darker with each minute, with each breath. It was getting harder to see, to identify who exactly it was. Which, in some way makes it thrilling.

There was something about it. Having an Astartes chasing you down within the forest while you know they are much bigger, better, and faster than you. That Astartes can track you down like no other human can. It brought a fluttery feeling to my stomach as I thought about it.

The sky rumbled as I took a sudden sharp turn. My body heating up despite the rain pelting down on me. I heard the Astartes behind me running into the tree for how fast they were. A loud snap echoed off through the sound of the rain. A low growl left their helmet, not expecting that move.

Zigzagging between the trees, slowing him down when he got too close for my nerves. I made sure to keep low to the ground. The soaked flora around me whipping against my own wet face.

Barely hearing a frustrated growl, I spotted a building up head through the heavy rain. It’s blocky shadow lit up from the streetlights just outside of it. Thinking if I made it there, I could get a moment of rest before going off again.

Heading for the building. I nearly made it, but slipped on the muddy ground as the Astartes gauntlets picked me up by the waist. Making me realize just how close he really was. I wouldn’t even have to time to rest there.

His body turned to take the impacting into the building, breaking the wall open. Both of us landing onto the ground with a loud crash. Some sparks going off between armor and cement.

Dazed, and breathless. I needed a moment to recover from the run while the blue Astartes switched spots. His armored form now hovering above me as I turned my body around, ready to crawl my way out from underneath the Alpha Legion.

A hiss sounded off, then multiple clunks of an object bounced off to my side. Looking over, it was the Astartes helmet.

“Hydra?” I questioned the Astartes behind me. Unsure if it was the right Legionnaire. His arms wrapping around my form and dragging me back flush underneath him. Body curling over mine just to whine into my shoulder.

Confusion wrapped my mind as I thought the Astartes were mad at me. They were staying far away from one another hissing, arguing in their own language. Sometimes trying to start fights with one another.

Another clunk sounded off. A gauntlet sliding down my waist before resting just above my core. A sudden heat, twitching beneath me.

Oh?

Oh.

The realization struck me, my stomach doing flips while I clenched around nothing. His gauntlet taking a part of my pants and ripping it off with ease. A pleased purr leaving him as he slowly dragged himself lower and lower.

“Wait, wait, I don’t think I can-” I gasped and clenched my teeth. A whine leaving me as I tried to move away from the painful stretch of him, but his arm; that wrapping around me kept me in place. A warm coo tickling my ear.

He would have eaten her out first. To taste what sweets she had to give, but she smelled so good. Her arousal and scent clouding his heightened senses strongly, getting him dazed off of her.

He wanted to push in more, but he knows just how small their little serpent is. Her walls already fluttering around him, gripping at him like a vice, making him groan.

He curled up as much as he could around his little serpent. His head nuzzling into her face, as his hips grinded down into her tight walls. Another whimper leaving her.

“Hydra.” She called his name. Her body quivering beneath him. Her hand coming forward to grab onto his gauntlet that held him above from crushing her. Pushing her body backwards in him, and just like that, he was a goner.

He rutted up into her, a cry leaving her as she clutched onto his gauntlet. Her walls clenching around him while he snarled out. Desperate to give her what she wanted. Desperate to breed her.

His other arm; still wrapped around her, kept her in place as his pace got faster, and faster. He could feel the bulge he created from just being inside of her. He could feel her submitting to him with each thrust, her body tensing up.

That’s it, little serpent. Cum for me.

She cried out underneath him, clawing at anything she can get a grip on. His armored chest rumbling against her back with his own moan. His teeth nibbling on her shoulder.

He felt her twitch beneath him as his seed stained her walls. His hips slowly gridding into her for a more hopeful effect. Slowly working himself up to pull another one.

“Little serpent?” The voice of Asclepius called out. Hydra snarling out until he realized it was just his brethren. Hips still grinding as he chittered to his brother. Telling him just how yielding their little serpent was being. They could have done this a long time ago.

“Brother, give her sometime to recover.” Asclepius reminded his brother. A whine coming out of him, then a chuff. “She won’t be able to.”

A whine left me as I felt Hydra move, feeling suddenly empty before I was gently pushed over on my back. The cold ground sending a shiver up my heated skin.

“There you are, Little serpent.” Asclepius purred. His armored form keeling down between my legs. His gauntlet slowly dragging against my thighs, slowly tearing off the rest of my clothes.

“A-Asclepius?” I called out. Confused on when he got here or maybe he was watching?

“Yes, little serpent? Think you can take another?” He asked, picking up my leg and throwing it over his shoulder. A groan coming out of his mouth as he exhaled. The scent of her driving him crazy. “Oh, I think you can, little serpent. You smell so good.”

He gave a singular lick to her thigh, tasting her, and hydras arousal on the inside of her thighs. Her cute little whimpers making him all to eager she shove her down on him as well while he lined himself up and slowly pushed himself in. The length of him brushing up in all the right places in side of her gummy walls.

“Hydra.” She called out to the Astartes in front of him, reaching out for his brother. Not bothering to acknowledge that he was pleasuring himself with his own hand as he came forward, kneeling in front of her.

She grabbed ahold of his armor, and tugged his form closer. A high pitched moan coming from her as she tensed up. Shuting herself up by giving Hydra a sloppy kiss. A rumbling purr going through him.

"Already? Come on my litter serpent, you can give me one more, please?" He groaned and begged. His form leaning over hers. His teeth nibbling on her neck as she moaned into Hydras’ mouth.

“I-I don’t kno-” She tried to speak, but got shushed by Hydra. His skillful tounge, and his thrusting inside of her not helping her thinking process at all.

“Come on, little serpent.” He said, his pace picking up at the thought of climaxing with her to ensure probability. His gauntlet squeezing her thigh.

A silent cry fell into Hydras mouth. Hydras seed staining the front side of her body while his recoated inside of her. His hips gridding into her just like Hydra did.

Nearly plopping to the ground, if it weren’t for Hydra to catch me. My legs were numb, and started to get sore as he lifted me up bridal style in his arms, and placed me on a nearby surface. Soft purring coming from both the hydras before it was replaced by a much deeper rumble.

“I believe, it is my turn then?” They asked. The two hydras backing off slightly, growling out in dissatisfaction.

“It’s only…fair.” Asclepius responded. A deep hum coming from the voice who I barely recognized as Solor.

"Oh, little maiden." He purred out. His gauntlets settling on my hips, practically covering them. “How far did you think you could go?”

I whined. Sh*t, f*ck. I don’t think I can handle him.

“No matter, I’ll always find you.” He cooed, taking off his codpiece. Lining himself up.

"You smell like them. I don't like that." He stated, getting some disapproving growls. "Let's change that, little maiden."

Her back arched up in shock. Mouth dropping open in a silent cry. Legs desperately trying to close around him in attempt to push him away.

Solor growled out, pushing himself in more. Winding her to the surface. Tears staining her cheeks as she managed to let out a whimper.

Solor cursed in his language. Thrusting deep, and hard inside of her. Each one giving her stars in her eyes.

“S-Solor, please.” She begged, receiving an angered growl in return.

“Who are you, to run from me?” He snarled. His hips snapping up, getting a loud cry. “To run off like that?”

Her body shook around him. Another cry coming from her mouth as her body twitched around him. Her vision fading black as worried coos echoing out around her.

“Yes, they we go my little maiden.”

Waking back up was not pleasant. Everything hurt. A single move I’ve made against the soft blankets of the bed made me ache. A pitiful whine leaving me.

Gentle hands pulled me into a chest. A chuff of hot breath on top of my head as deep purrs soothed my pulsing brain. His hands dragging up and down my numbed out legs.

Trying my best to return the much more soft gesture. I could only nuzzle myself underneath Leviathans chin; recognizing him from his longing purrs alone.

I whined at him feeling him gently as he could slid himself inside of me. His girth giving me a stretch, but his deep purrs were soothing.

"Please, be gentle." I whined at him, getting a soft coo in response. His hips slowly thrusting into mine. Soft moans heating up his neck while I nibbled a little. Earning a teasing, but slow thrust.

I softly called his name, feeling that build up once again. Arms trying to wrap around the giant in front of me in order to stabilize myself as I approached my high. Feeling how his seed filled me.

We didn’t move from one another. Simply basking in the afterglow the session had provided. His hands gently tracing all around my body. Avoiding specific areas that were bruised until eventually I feel back asleep.

Aftercare was a completely different session.

Leviathan took me to the bathroom. His arms settling me down softly into the bubble bath with him sliding right behind me. His purrs creating vibrations through it making me laugh at it. His head nuzzling the top of my head.

Asclepius took care of me afterwards, bandaging anything up they might have caused last night. Providing kisses here and there to sooth my pain when in reality he felt bad for causing such damage.

Hydra provided some food and water. Making sure I ate after the heavy sessions, but luckily enough he didn’t provide raw meat either.

Last was Solor. He came in at the end of the day. Slowly coming in through the bedroom door before crawling onto the bed. His forehead touching mine in a silent apology before he completely laid his head down on my chest, nuzzling into it. My hands slowly threading through his hair.

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𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 IX

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: If you like to be tagged on anything new in this Space Marine Sentience, you can ask/message/comment, I don’t bite. Not as hard as Solor anyways.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams(suffer your February), @egrets-not-regrets.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: If you are under the age of 18. Shoo! Go away! Skedaddle! Why you reading this in the first place? Be responsible for/of yourself. Not proofread either.

TW // Smut/NSFW, Filthy.

The months felt like they went by with a breeze, and it was boring. There was no one to talk to beside Solor himself, but even then he went an these trips too.

Granted, I tried to use that to my advantage, and escape out of all the ways I found in this bunker. There was one in this room with the ceiling caved in, and that was a small fit. There was a vent-like passageway covered with vines that led from the ceiling of the main corridor to the outside world, and then the main room with the caved in ceiling with the most light shining through it.

I would use them every time he would go on his weekly trips. I’d crawl through one of them, and attempt my escape into the surrounding evergreen forest.

I would get very far from the bunker, especially in three days, but there hasn’t been anything in sight. No road, no town, not even a campground. It wouldn’t be long before Solor noticed, and came after me. So it seems like I would get far enough from the bunker, but I could never get far enough away from the Knight.

The first time I did it was… frightening. I thought I had made big progress within those three days. That Solor wouldn’t have a chance to track me down before I was in a town, but damn, was I wrong.

It was only a day or two later before his glowing blue visor was seen. His form stalking out of the tree-line looking angry with those very long strides quietly stomping over to my hunched form next to a stream. I didn’t even know he was there until he picked me up by the collar of my shirt. A choked yelp escaping my lips.

“These little games of yours are quite…rule breaking.” He had said to me while making the way back to the bunker. I definitely observed my surroundings better after that, and Solor didn’t go on his next weekly trip either.

Nevertheless, each time he went on his trips, I made an attempt. Each one failing, no matter how far, or which direction, there was nothing but the forest in sight. It almost became a game after a while.

I escape after a day or two when he leaves. I go out there and survive with what those books taught me in the bunker, and then anticipate Solors arrival. Hopefully to find a glimpse of anything out there at the same time.

I’ve also been seeing Solor become more…close? Then when he started off as. He was always trying to get closer to me. Trying to pull me in with these plates of food, and these new books to read in this practical dungeon. He also brings in more stuff? To put around the bunker like cloths, decorations, and even furniture? Was this regular for a Gray Knight? Or even a plain Astartes?

Shaking my head, I stood from the stream. Looking up at the moon that shone through the tree leaves. Having escaped from the bunker once again.

Though, it was too silent. Too silent for this chilly night to be quieted.

Looking around for the culprit that silenced the night of the forest. His glowing, blue visor popped out of the darkened foliage like some sort of cat looking at you in the dark. His steps, large, and swift. Almost like a march.

Maybe I should try and run? I have tried it before. Each one ending with me snagged up into his arms, but what if I can make this one just a little bit longer? Make it just a bit more interesting than a snatch, and grab?

Snap!

His armored frame was suddenly engulfed with a cloud of dust. His visor disappearing within it.

Immediately booking it, I didn’t waste any time on getting details of this surprise bomb I’ve set up on him.

Vaulting over a fallen log, and crouching beneath it. His shadow was above me, his form rolling to slow himself, his visor snapping up to look back at me.

“Little maiden.” The robotic tone of his helmet dragged. Blue visor staring me down, sending a chill of adrenaline up my spine.

I grinned at him, a laugh threatening to escape my throat. Maybe he shouldn’t have left me with a bunker full of survivalist books.

Vaulting back over the log, I heard him follow quickly behind, nearly grabbing the back of my shirt before I took a sharp right.

If Astartes weren’t such a speedy tank, I probably would have escaped him already, but of course, they were.

I yelped out, body being pulled back into his chest. Water splashing over us while I laid on top of him. A giggle coming from me.

“My little maiden.” His helmet spoke. Body rising forward from the water, lifting me up with him.

“Solor.” I greet him back, shifting in his grip. Feeling how the water completely drenched my shirt, and pants.

“What? Have I earned my own title now?” He questioned me, lightly teasing as I looked up at him with a deadpan stare. “Though, you can call me whatever you like.” Whatever I like?

I didn’t even get a chance to open my mouth before I was being held bridal style in his arms.

“Except insults, my little maiden. Those are not names.” He quickly added on.

I huffed and mumbled. “No fun.” My head softly resting on his cold chestplate. The tiredness of my little escapade, and run catching up to me quietly.

“Wake up, my little maiden.” Solor voice purred at me as I grumbled at him, rather snug right where I was.

“Little maiden, you have to. Your clothes are drenched.” His tone amused, his argument putting some logic into my sleepy brain.

I groaned, leaning myself off his arms. Practically throwing myself off of him as I made my way to the table in front of me. Quickly taking off my damp shirt, eager to go back to sleep.

“Maiden.” Solors voice went quieter, almost like a whisper. A heavy tink going off loudly behind me, the ground shaking beneath my shoes.

Confused at such a sudden sound, I turned back around to look at him. His hulking form now kneeling on the ground, white eyes roaming every inch of my bare flesh shown to him.

His gauntlet twitched before it came forward and pulled me closer to him by my pants. A fluttering feeling erupting from my stomach.

“Please, my little maiden.” He had begged, half lidded eyes looking up at me with hunger. Hunger waiting to be filled.

I bit my lip, very unsure about this. This man- Astartes was supposed to be a kidnapper! A murder! Not some…fling! But that’s what it could be, right? Just a fling?

After some self debaiting, I nodded to the knight kneeling before me, and he didn’t hesitate to start.

His lips kissed my stomach first, dragging up a little as my hand came up to thread through his short, white hair. My nose nuzzling on top of his head. His wooden vanilla scent evading my senses.

I hummed while I felt him get a little bit more confident, slowly kissing his way up between my breasts. A familiar heat building up between my legs.

His lips suddenly wrapped around one of my breasts. Sucking at them, nipping at them, playing with them with his tongue. Soft moans falling from my lips.

His kisses trailed to my other breast, and given the same treatment as the other one. Leaving them wet with his saliva, wanting more while he moved up to my neck.

My grip tightened in this hair while he tried to find that sensitive spot in my neck. A hum leaving him.

His gauntlet wrapped around my waist while the other went behind my back, keeping me in place as he pushed me back into the table. His teeth, sinking into my neck.

“Solor!” I yelped at the unexpected bite. His teeth definitely creating a mark within a few minutes.

“Calm, my little maiden. There is more where that came from.” He grinned, his tongue lapping at his mark before he created another, and another on each side of my neck.

He hummed again, changing directions while he lifted me up onto the table. His lips dragging once more down between my breasts. Giving each one a little nip.

“Especially for you, little maiden.” He had stated. His gauntlet never bothered to properly take off my pants, and underwear.

A loud moan ripped from my mouth. My body leaning back on the table, elbows supporting my weight. The heat building quicker between my legs, his tongue lapping at my core definitely helping with that.

I cursed out his name, and couldn’t help using my hand. Threaded it through his hair to bring him impossibly closer. A low rumble coming from him, sending absolute pleasure up my spine.

Another curse, and I came undone. Legs trying to curl on his head, back arching as I let go of his hair, the hand coming up to shield my eyes. My heart trying to beat out of my chest.

Damn, I needed that.

“You taste just as I thought you would, but the thought never compares.” Solor spoke, his teeth biting into the side of my thigh as I winced.

I could hear him drop some of his armor off of him, landing on the ground with a thunk. His armored hand took my hand covering my eyes into his and pinned it above me. His other getting ready to line himself.

“Solor, stop. I’m not ready.” I told him, my free hand pressing up against his armor.

“Nonsense, my little maiden. You crave me, as I crave you.” He purred, his thumb of his gauntlet on my waist attempting to sooth me as he slowly himself pushed in. A curse from his language leaving his lips.

My lungs lost their air, my face scrunching up in discomfort. His girth feeling like it was ripping me in two.

“S-Solor, please wait.” I begged him, the burn of him filling me all too much.

“Relax, my little maiden.” He rumbled, his thumb pressing up against the small bulge that he created. Another curse of his language groaning out of his mouth.

I whined while he pushed through more. Eyes closed, on the threat of tears while I tried to remember how to breathe. He was just so big.

“There we go, my maiden.” He moaned, gauntlet tracing up, and down my sides. Occasionally brushing up on the bulge.

I could only lay there winded by the size of him. Trying to get used to his size as I felt him twitch inside of me. A breathless moan leaving my mouth.

He took that as a cue. His hand wrapped around my waist, and gave a slow thrust. Another moan falling from my lips.

“Oh, my little maiden.” He rumbled, his hips slowly dragging in, and out, going slightly faster than the last.

My hands moved up to grab a hold of his gauntlet above me. Desperate for any type of stability for his rising speed.

“Give me more of your pretty little sounds.” He growled, hips thrusting in a particular spot, as I cried out, scratching at his armor. “Yes, just like that. Give me another little maiden.”

He thrusted in that spot again and again, abusing it. His gauntlet on my waist kept me in place while I cried out. Cried out for him.

Solor swore in his language while I tightened around him. The unexpected orgasam hitting me hard. My mouth falling open with nothing coming out. Back arching into him. Eyes closed as tears slid down my cheeks.

I reopened my eyes when I felt him push a little deeper, his body curling to latch his teeth onto my neck. A growl rumbling through him as his warm seed coated my walls. The feeling short-circuiting my brain.

He stilled for a moment before he started up again. A tiny whine leaving my throat as I tried to push up against him.

“Cease your withering maiden. I have longed for you for too long.” Solor snarled into my ear before latching back onto my neck.

Overstimulation took over me quickly making me black out, and come back into the world to find myself in a completely different angle. My body, wounded with bites, and hickeys. That I knew for sure I wasn’t walking for a months worth. Maybe a year at this rate.

When the last time I woke up I was bundled up in the gray blankets that felt remarkably nice on my oversensitive skin. My body clean, and wrapped for the more serious wounds Solor had caused.

“I…am sorry, little maiden.” Solor had apologized, his fingers lightly tracing my form beneath the blankets, avoiding the wraps.

Too mentally, and physically tired to say anything back. I just settled slowly back into my blankets. The rising of his chest rocking me back to sleep.

“I’m sorry.”

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 X

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 VIII

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

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𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕺𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖘

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: I guess, don’t deny the affection?? Might be a little fast paced? I don’t know.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: If you are under the age of 18. Shoo! Go away! Skedaddle! Why you reading this in the first place? Be responsible for/of yourself.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams

TW // Smut/NSFW, Cursing.

Streaming had gotten my attention a lot more lately. The urge to play some games’s for two weeks was strong.

The “game’s” just being Minecraft. I have already went through the Nether portal, now I just needed to find some netherite to make better armor and tools.

“Did we pass the fortress?” I asked the chat, seeing a lot of ‘yes’ and ‘no.’ That didn’t help me out much. “I’ll just keep going, no worries. If we find another one, that’s great too.”

Firing arrows at some Ghasts. I picked up their tears as I made my way around the map. Knowing I could use them for potions later on.

Hearing my door open, I didn’t acknowledge who came through it. To focused on the Ghasts that keep trying to kill me with their fireballs.

Though, I was glad I wasn’t playing with the Face-cam today as I caught glimpse of the blue of Hydras armor being set quietly down on the ground.

Taking notice the second time. I gave Hydra a quick glance. Taking note of him kneeling to the ground next to my chair.

Hello, My little Serpent.

“Hold on chat, I think my internet is acting up.” I half-lied as the screen did have a huge lag spike. Pausing the game, and muting the mic.

Turing in my chair, I gave Hydra my attention. His hands placing themselves on my thighs, slowly rubbing up, and down on the fabric of my pants with his fingers before gripping them and pulling me closer to him. A huff coming from him.

Pay attention to me. I need you.

“Whoa, was that not close enough for you?” I asked him, my nerves buzzing. Getting a little desperate to get back to my gaming.

He rumbled lowly, not liking that response. Pulling his head back to look at me, his electric blue eyes never failing to pull me in. Yet he did not look happy.

Oh? Little Serpent…

“What?” I questioned him. Not liking his look of sternness. “Do you want something?”

Another low rumble, his hands squeezed at my thighs, pulling at the fabric of the pants.

This is how you wanna play?

“Sorry chat, this is going to continue another day, something came up.” I said a little annoyed, taking off my headset, and ending the stream with a proper goodbye.

Turning my attention back to Hydra. The sound of fabric ripping caught me by surprise, my chair jerking back. While I watched just how quickly Hydra ripped through my pants, and underwear.

I can play too.

In a small state of surprise, I didn’t register how Hydra pulled me back to him. How his head now nestled between my legs. Lips sucking, and tongue lapping at my core like a starved animal.

“Hydra…” I whined, body trying to curl up on him. Legs trying to close around his head.

A growl rumbled out of his throat. The vibration sending pleasure through me as he pulled back, his eyes looking up at me in an almost threatening manner.

Oh no you don’t.

His hands pried open my legs with ease. His tongue licking at his lips, and teeth. I didn’t know whether to be aroused, or alarmed at such an hungry gaze. Maybe both?

His head leaned back into my core. His hands wrapping around my thighs while he brought me closer to him. Keeping me snuggly in place while his nose brushed perfectly up against my bud as I grinded on his face. Chasing that high.

Let me taste you.

A moan from him rattled my nerves hard. My own moan following as my back arched, clenching around his tongue. My legs wrapping around the back of his head as I climaxed. His tongue lapping, and slurping up anything I gave him.

“F*ck, H-Hydra, please.” I begged. Hand coming down to try and stop him from eating me out two times in a row.

Another growl ripped through his throat sending another shock of pleasure through me, freezing up my attempts. My hips grinding back up in his face. My god, did I really what him to stop?

Come on, give me another one. Let me feast on your sweet essence. Let me drink from you.

Licking my lips, breathless moans fell from them. Hands gripping tightly into the leather of the chair. That same cord becoming tighter, and tighter the more his tongue thrusted his inside of me.

With a cry, I saw stars as my body tensed up at the climax before going limp within his hold. My own heart beating in my ears.

“F-f*ck me.” I breathlessly mumbled. Lightly feeling myself being lifted, and put down on the much colder ground.

Planing to my little serpent.

“I-I don’t think I can.” I whined, my hand coming up to Hydas chest as he lined himself up. A purr coming from him.

You can my serpent.

A surprised noise left my mouth. Hands immediately scrabbling up to claw at Hydras body as he slowly pushed in, an groan leaving him.

He started off with a slow thrust. Leaving me breathless with each, heavy stroke. I couldn’t help but give him little love bites myself. The taste of his skin addicting with his aquatic scent engulfing my senses. His hips jerked upward, a moan leaving him this time.

“F*ck, Hydra.” I moaned into his skin as he reached that particular spot inside of me. His hips suddenly adjusting.

Call for me. Call for me again, little serpent.

“Hydra!” I cried out, his pace not as slow as before. His c*ck dragging in all the right places, oh so deliciously. “Oh! F*ck!”

“Please Hydra!” I begged, tears falling down my cheeks. The buildup was too much! His pace too fast! It was too hot!

Oh, I’m going to devour you. I’m gonna f*ck you till you can’t walk. Till you can’t scream anything, but my name. I’m gonna—

A snarl left his lips while I gave out an silent cry. Black stars clouding my vision as heavy euphoria overwhelmed me. My back arching up into Hydra before falling limp underneath him.

Hydra pulled out after a couple lazy thrusts. His form leaning up backwards, his hand dragging up, and down her leg.

The sight of his little serpent. His little mate. Full with his seed inside of her made him groan at the thought of just f*cking it back into her f*ckedout form.

Oh, my little serpent. You’re going to hope you don’t have anything you have to do this week.

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May I request reader with Hydra and the knight at the aquarium looking at sea turtles? I need a pick me up. And nothing fixes the sad like space marines and turtles.

𝔐𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔐𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔲𝔪

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: You definitely may, little admirer! I hope your day brightens up with some Sea Turtles, and a silly Hydra. (Apologies, if this one is quick. It was hard to imagine them going to an Aquarium, but I did it!)

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Taking Hydra, and Solor to an aquarium.

TW // None?

Walking through the shark tunnel. There were all types of different fish I didn’t recognize all around, including some sharks. Their forms just slowly passing by.

It was calming just to watch them pass by the glass. Not bothered by the fact of their containment, or the people beyond the glass.

A sudden big shadow passed overhead as Hydra cooed in wonder. His helmet looking up at the creature.

It was a Whale Shark with a school of fish following it. It’s mesmerizing, dotted skin reflecting in the light of the aquarium.

Hydra cooed at me again, pointing at a much smaller Shark in the aquarium. His gauntlet lightly tapping against the glass.

“Woah there Hydra, the fish can feel that.” I informed the Alpha legion. Coming over to him, sliding my much smaller hand into his. Stopping his tapping on the glass, a questioning rumble coming from him. “The sound pressure in the water is four times higher than it is in the air.”

I only remember that, by reading the obvious warning signs all over the place that said “DO NOT TOUCH THE GLASS.”

“The Shark you also were looking at was called a Leopard Shark. A species of Houndshark.” I said, reading another sign.

Looking back I watched the little spotted shark, its colors reminding me of that of a snow leopard. Its little body calmly roaming at the bottom of the water.

Looking around for any other interesting fish, I found a sign that said “Sea turtles” and immediately dragged both the Astartes over to them. Passing by people who got out of the way immediately.

Spotting the sea turtles in the new room, I let go of Hydras gauntlet and went for them.

“There are seven species of Sea turtles, and six of them are threatened with extinction.” I heard a worker here say. Her hand gestured to the shallow water in front of her. A little area of sea turtles swimming in it. “Here we have the Loggerhead Sea turtles!”

Looking into the water, there were Sea Turtles swimming peacefully in the water, their shells nearly rippling up against the surface of the water.

“These guys can live up to 70 to 80 years! Pretty long huh?” The worker continued, getting a bunch of ‘wows’ from her gathered crowd before she asked. “Would you guy’s like to know some fun facts about these little sea creatures?” Another uproar answering her as I watched a sea turtle breach the surface of the water, sneezing before it went back under.

“Sea turtles don’t have teeth! They use their beak-like mouths to eat, and it’s made of keratin! The same stuff as your fingernails.” The worker started her facts while I leaned over the railing to watch the roaming Sea turtles. Some of them swimming in a slow pattern.

“M-Ma’am?” A young male voice called at me, looking over. It was a nervous young man, dressed in the aquarium's uniform with blue eyes looking behind me so often.

“Yes?” I questioned him as he fidgeted with his fingers. A splash sounding out.

“I- Yes, s-sorry. I uhh… is that your Astartes over there?” The young man questioned, pointing to the side of him where there stood a Hydra in a pool of water.

“Oh my- yes, that one is mine” I sighed. Should have known something like this would happen with Hydra.

“Can you… possibly. Get him out of there? I don’t want to call anybody for him.” He requested nicely.

“Yes, I will try to do that. No need for calling anybody.” I said, passing him to go to the pool where Hydra was in.

“Hydra, no! Get out of the water!” I yelled at him. His helmet looking at me, cooing as he picked up a Sea turtle. Lifting the poor creature up to his helmet. “No! Put the Sea Turtle down!”

Hydra gave a low whine, moving the turtle around so he can look face to helmet to the turtle.

“No! We can’t keep them! They are an endangered species! Let them be!” I explained a little, hoping that will stop him from messing with the turtles.

Though, of course it didn’t. He just picked up another turtle with his other gauntlet.

“Damn it! Solor, he's all yours.” I sighed, rubbing my forehead as Solor rumbled happily in acceptance. Hydras helmet snapping up at the order I’ve given to the Gray Knight.

I watched for a second as Hydra slowly put the Sea turtles back down into the water. Their own languages coming from their helmets before Hydra suddenly took off with Solor following.

“I’m sorry about this.” I apologized to the young man who came up to me again.

“It’s uh- no problem, really?” The worker questioned himself, watching as the two Astartes dodged each other, being mindful of the area around them.

“I hope it wasn’t.” I responded, giving the two an amused look as Solor got a grip on Hydras armor, tugging him back toward him. The two clashing together.

Well, I don’t think we’ll be aloud to another aquarium anytime soon.

𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖚𝖘:

“Wha? Where did you get all the Sea turtle’s?!” I asked Hydra, my hands on my hips. Observing the many turtles that surrounded him in the front yard.

Hydra rumbled, picking up one and extended a Sea Turtle out at me. Tilting his head.

“Hydra, no.”

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𝕱𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝕾𝖆𝖑𝖛𝖆𝖌𝖊

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Proceeds to do anything, but work on the WIPs*

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

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Маленький целитель - Little Healer(Russian)

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Noncon and Dubcon, Anal, Overstimulation, Mating Press, Massaging? Yandere Themes, Death, Body Horror.

“Svi” is what she called him, nicknamed him. His original name being far too difficult for her to pronounce. Always managing to mispronounce “slav” at the end of his name “Sviatoslav.” He couldn’t tell if he should be angry at her or not for it, and at first he was.

He was grumpy that he had a human helping him on his recovery. Helping him wrap his flesh wounds. Helping him reconstruct and rewire the bionic parts of himself. Not that she had good enough technology to repair it, but he wasn’t one to whine if it improved his helpless position at the moment. He can always upgrade the work done on him when he was back steadily on his feet.

Though, he would grumble and hiss lowly every time she would try and help him. Turning his body away from her as much as he could from her approaching organic hands. The metal pistons replacing his stomach groaning in protest.

He was already injured enough, he was in no shape or form to move after he got jumped by a warband of feral marines. Their goal to leave him spewing his own lifeline on the forest floor as they were successful of smashing their gauntlets in between his armor and ripping them off like some scavengers. It pained him, it felt like his own limbs were being torn apart and they might as well have been if he hadn’t learned about their group and his heavy warfare tactics. He was barely alive when he found himself in the humans… shed, taking a rest there or his death bed if it wasn’t for the human to find him in their shed.

He questions nightly why the human would save him, an Iron hand. He knows they were not the most pleasing to be around considering their passive-aggressive behavior. Throne, even he was being aggressive towards her, he knows he is, but he doesn’t do anything to correct it. Not when she growls back at him to stay put.

It silence him the first time she got fed up with him moving away from her. Hissing and puffing up at her when she suddenly snarled at him, telling him to stop moving or else she would switch a wire in him. Not that would do much to him and mildly irritate him, but it was the bravery of her saying such demands, such threats to him. He actually stayed still the first time since she started his recovery process. His eyes carefully watching her work delicately across his organic skin and between his bionic parts. How come he didn’t notice her grace before?

He watches her intently everyday then. Ever so silent with a few growls and hisses here and there when she touches a sensitive nerve between flesh and metal, but he doesn’t move away from her. He awaits for her to return to him three times a day, giving him meals to savor on his organic tongue. Sometimes, it’s a little untimely for her arrival that he gets agitated, but she always manages to show up when he was just about to make a move himself to find her.

Within these times of his recovery by her hand. He learns to like, even love her appearance. His hearts in his chest beating just a bit more when he sees her, then deeply ache when she leaves him. It confused him at first until he remembered that “bonds” were a thing in this world.

Was this his bonded? Or was this some sort of psyker trickery playing on him? No, he had way too much self-discipline to have tricks played on him. This was a calling, for him. This bond was his, wholly his. He knows it.

He made her stay with him a night after she delivered his last meal of the day. His half-worked metal arm shooting out and wrapping around her waist and pulling her in his lap. Bringing her back flush against his torso as his metal fingers lightly left tiny circles on her clothed skin above her stomach. Feeling how she slowly relaxed in his embrace. A bit unsure at first, but she leaned back to rest on him rather than leaning away from him.

He sits there, dozing there for a while. His nose nuzzling the top of her head, thinking, enjoying her scent that brought him sudden comfort to his senses. His fingers still circling on top of her clothing until they stop, simply resting on top of his bonded.

His eyes suddenly snap open in a glare and he snarls when he feels her trying to escape his grasp, his willing embrace. Her smaller figure freezing up in her movements to leave him as he shifts in his spot. His form curling over hers while his arms wrap around her torso and pull her back to him, feeling her plush breasts under her layers of clothing. His head leaning down and nuzzle into the side of her neck, his want to just nip at her skin rising as she side eyes him.

“I have someone else to attend to you know.” She mentions and he honestly doesn’t care. He has smelt that other human on her. Not exactly a partner nor a friend, but he can smell the faint whiff of the… attraction this human had for his bonded. His Маленький целитель(little healer.)

He growls in her ear when she makes another attempt to move anyway for him. His hands lightly gripping the sides of her body, pressing into her clothing in a warning. Her scent changing there for a second before she huffs at him, wiggling and settling back into his lap.

“Fine.” She grumbles back at him, shifting in his lap again. Agitating him as he almost growls again, but it turns into a quiet purr as she nuzzles up against his exposed neck. Her arms wrapping up and around his shoulders as much as she could. Settling his their little disagreement.

His hearts ache once again as she leaves him in the cold morning. A reassuring coo falling from her lips. Promising him of her return while a whine of his own nearly left his throat as he swallows it down. His tongue ruffly pressing up against the back of his teeth.

He… he needed more.

He doesn’t know what got into him when he finds himself rising off the dusty ground. His head nearly having a wooden beam above him take him back down, but he proceeds, leaning through the old doorway of the shed. The pistons in his body feeling remarkably better and moveable than the first time he’s tried to move before.

His Маленький целитель(little healer) has gotten better in repairing his bionic attachments. His flesh wounds were no match for her, having healed up quickly with his healing factor. Throne, he should reward her for taking him under her delicate hands just as she was rewarding him with another life. He knows she could have killed him right there, on the spot, but she never held anything towards him. She was… patient with him.

His tongue twists when he picks up the fresh scent of the male through the air, his eyes narrowing at the sudden smell of him. He has never smelt the male so close before. Was he hunting? But it didn’t seem like this one was the type to hunt, he was more like a lazy human, incompetent. Was this male perhaps following his Маленький целитель?(little healer?)

Oh, that thought made him flex his iron hand. A soft shink coming off each finger.

His pistons work hard for him to move at a quick, but stalking pace. Still needing the appropriate parts to work efficiently that only he can get, but he’s silently grateful for the his Маленький целитель(little healer) work or else he wouldn’t be able to protect her.

That word, “protect” screams at him mentally. Urging him to overwork himself to find himself at the edge of his Маленький целитель(little healer) nest. He was sure he would be a thing of steaming metal if he didn’t stop to scope out her nest in front of him. Looking for all the possible exits and opportunities someone might “sneak” in.

He lowly growls into the cold, morning air. A cloud of his exhale and steaming joints surrounding him, his body too hot for the air to cool him off. His eyes searching over the nest for an obvious opening, and he finds an open back door.

He shoots forward when a surprised shout comes from inside of the house. His figure quickly crossing the yard and leaning through an open back door of the nest. Chuffs and clicks coming from him as he stands still for a moment inside of the nest to hear where the commotion is coming from. His head snapping into the pinpointed direction before his body makes a move himself.

“Y-you are not supposed to be here.” He hears his Маленький целитель(little healer) swallow as he comes around an archway, leaning down through it.

“I was worried for you! I keep seeing you go out back of your house, and you usually return before 12, but you didn’t last night!” The male in front of his Маленький целитель(little healer) speaks, twirling an object in his hands.

“You’ve been stalking me?” His Маленький целитель(little healer) questions, keeping her eyes on the male as she slowly backs away from the ever approaching male. The object in his hand becoming a type of knife.

“Now that makes me sound bad!” The male whines, stepping closer. “I was just making sure you and your house was protected!”

“I think, me and you are thinking two different things.” She states.

“No, we are thinking the same things.” The males tone suddenly changed. Sviatoslav fingers slowly moving in anticipation.

“No, we are not.” She rejects boldly.

“Yes, we are.” The male argues, flipping the knife once more in his hand. Stalking forward, oh so stupidly towards his Маленький целитель(little healer.)

He shoots out of the dark then. His iron hand dragging the smaller male up to his much higher level. His silver eyes glaring dangerously down into the males fear stricken eyes. A hiss rumbling through Sviatoslav teeth as the male struggles in his firm hold, his knife stabbing at his iron arm, creating sparks.

Sviatoslav wants to throw the corrupt male across the room. Smash his head through a wall, but he also wants to make sure this… boy stays dead and what’s better than to do that with his own bear hands?

Forcefully putting the male back down on his feet. His hands wrapped around his jaw before pushing through the males mouth, breaking some of the males teeth out to do so as he cry’s out in pain. The males tears running down his cheeks as his fingers positioning on the roof of his mouth and the bottom of his mouth and then he pulls.

The sickening snap of his jaw being ripped from his head cracks out. His once white teeth intact to the jaw, now bloody and flying throughout the room, little tinks sounding across the wooden floorboards. His head, now with no jaw bleeds down the front of the body, pooling below where the body still stands before the knees give up, kneeling below him before flopping to the side. A pool of blood surrounding the twitching body.

Sviatoslav simply rumbles at the sight, throwing the bottom jaw in his hand back to the dying body. The jaw bone cracking underneath the force of his throw.

When he turns back around to see his Маленький целитель(little healer) he purrs quietly at her shocked form, attempting to soothe her as her eyes looked between him and the body that occasionally twitches in its own pool of blood, on her floor, just behind her countertop. He coos at her again, curling his towering form around her and nuzzles into her neck. His breath fanning against her skin as flakes of cold blood touch her skin, sending a shiver through her body. His hands settling on her hips, tracing tiny circles on them.

“S-Svi.” She whispers to him, finally choosing to look at him instead. Her heart pounding in her chest as he gently pushes her towards the island in the room and she hesitantly obeys. Whether it was by shock or not, he still gives her a pleased grumble before he turns her around and softly pushes against her back with his iron hand. His hands pressing down into the curve of her spine as she leans down onto the countertop.

He can smell her uncertainty at his actions, previous and now. How she tenses up when he drags his hands down the more softer parts of her body. How her breath is more quieter than usual.

He leans his body down on top of her. His chest pressing against her back as he softly nuzzles and chuffs quietly at the back of her neck. Attempting to soothe his Маленький целитель(little healer) again.

He knows he has killed someone right in front of her and it’s reasonable for her to be… concerned with him, but he wants her to know he won’t do such a thing to his savior that gave him another chance of his life. He wants to protect and heal her just as she did to him. He wants to show her that she can trust him just as he trusted her to not kill him when she could have.

His hands tug at the loop holes on her pants. His chest rumbling against her back as he starts to kiss at her neck and shoulders. His hips pressing up against her *ss as he eyes how her hands tighten and loosen, still unsure with him.

He stops and coos questionably when she slowly sighs underneath him. His form leaning up to watch as she shimmy’s out of her pants and underwear, letting them lay at her ankles. Her cheeks highlighting from the light above them.

“Just… not through my folds, alright?” She tells him, her face turning red at his staring, unable to make eye contact with him.

He purrs loudly this time, unlike his usual quiet purrs. He body leaning forward again to capture her lips in his, a surprised gasp coming from her as his hands presses and grips her butt cheeks together.

His tongue slips pass her teeth and overwhelms her mouth with his, claiming anything hers as his. His hand fiddling with his cod piece as he works on making his Маленький целитель(little healer) breathless, dizzy on him by just his mouth. Her hand resting on his lower jaw encouraging him.

Leaning back from his Маленький целитель(little healer) to let her breathe. A string of their saliva connected their mouths together until Sviatoslav pressed his chest back into her back, his teeth lightly nipping at her neck and shoulder as she leans back down on the countertop.

Finally freeing his c*ck, he uses her and his arousal to coat his c*ck as lube. Teasing her wet folds with his length as his hands grip and massage her cheeks, opening up her pulsing *ss for him. His c*ck slowly dragging back and forth between her folds before pressing onto her unyielding hole. He had to push a little harder before he popped into her hole with a ‘plop.’

He groans as she whines breathlessly underneath him, her hands immediately gripping the other side of the countertop. Her breaths coming in short the more he slowly edges himself into her tight hole. Her walls pulsing around him, trying to push him back out.

“Svi…” She whines quietly at him. His hands massaging her skin and muscles in order to relax her smaller body, his hands nearly wrapped around her waist fully.

Such a small little thing, he rumbles to himself. Waiting on her to relax before he can start to thrust into her. He doesn’t what to ruin her just yet despite her body tightening around him as he groans again.

She huffs against the counter top when he starts to move, her body rocking with him. Still a bit tight, but he wouldn’t want it any other way. He loves how she tightens around him, how she claws at the countertop to support herself. Not like he was gripping at her hips himself, like she was going to leave him, move away from him. His nose nuzzling into the back of her neck as well.

“S-Svi…” She moans when he goes a little deeper, a little faster that he has her on her tippy toes. Groaning up at him, begging him to rail her again and again and he can’t help but oblige. Growling into her ear as he leans over her some more, putting her into a type of mating press against the cold countertop.

His hands drag along her thigh with his lips suckling on her neck before he picks up her leg and puts it on the countertop for more access into her hole. His hands coming back up on her hips to keep her in place.

She gasps and chokes on thin air as he “slips” out of her and through her wet folds. A squelch-like sound coming out as he buries himself to the hilt before dragging back out. Her body jerking forward in surprise as he pulls her back down on his c*ck with a growl. Her body shaking around him as her toes curl.

“Svi! Svi!” She cries at him. Her hands patting back at him, wanting him off of her and he snarls next to her ear at her. His iron hand coming up to thread through her hair and pin her head to the countertop as tears run down her cheeks. Slobs wreaking through her body.

See what happens when one will try and court you? Try and take you away from me Маленький целитель?(little healer?)

He continues to snarl and growl at his Маленький целитель(little healer) when she try’s to push him off of her. His iron grip never letting her move away from him as he listens to how she cry’s and mewls at him at the same time. Indecisive of she wants to do.

“Svi, p-please!” She begs at him, almost unable to form words to him. Yet he just snaps at her neck in return.

Let him reward you just as you rewarded him, Маленький целитель.(little healer). Let him take care of you and heal you now.

His Маленький целитель(little healer) cry’s out as he burys himself to the hilt. One hand coming up to stop her hand from gripping onto a near by butter knife as he purrs almost darkly in her ear. His other hand keeping her still as she tries to wiggle away from him. His c*ck pumping his seed into her womb as she tenses up beneath him. Her head throwing back as she bites her lip to quiet her moans.

He lowly moans himself as he could feel his seed leak from her hole and around his c*ck, only to puddle down the inside of her thighs and down into her clothing at her ankles. His lips continuing to lap at her sweating neck, tasting her salty sweat on his tongue.

“…Siv.” She heaves breathlessly at him. Her head trying to nuzzle him back as he chirrs lowly, but happily. Then he chuckles as she gasps out again when he snap his hips forward, back into her throbbing core.

Throne, he’s going to have her anywhere he pleased. The kitchen counter top, the wall, the flooring, the dinner table, the top of the couch, the bathroom wall, outside, the nest, in front of the dead man. He was not stopping until he is done. Until his Маленький целитель(little healer) passes out in his arms. He had to reward his Маленький целитель(little healer) after all. For taking such good care of him when he was at his lowest.

Let him take care of you now, Маленький целитель.(little healer).

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𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 IV

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Whew! Got a lil’ steamy- I mean, carried away. Yes, carried away.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: If you are under the age of 18. Shoo! Go away! Skedaddle! Why you reading this in the first place? Be responsible for/of yourself.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams (Forgive, I’m not helping you. :) )

TW // Cursing, Smut/NSFW, Filthy, Yandere theme?

This…This wasn’t supposed to happen.

I couldn’t have imagined myself in the bath with my Astartes. Never would I have thought that he’d indulge in such things, much less with an human.

Didn’t they have female Astartes or something? Surely they do? How else could they increase their numbers?

“Ah- F*ck!” I cried out, desperately trying to hold onto something as the Alpha Legion in front of me thrusted in, and out. A slurred coo spilling from his lips.

All I wanted was to take a bath after a particularly hard day. There was a lot more Astartes in town than usual. Streams were being a little noisy, and demanding. So I’d figure I’d reward myself with a little bubble bath. Not expecting Hydra, to join me in it.

At first, it was somewhat casual as Hydra stood on the side watching. Sometimes mumbling in his own language at me that I have yet to understand. Then, he started to take off his armor that I have properly cleaned for him, dropping them to the side of the bathroom wall. I was surprised the tile didn’t crack.

A blush painted my cheeks as I looked away from the undressing Astartes. Not willing to get caught looking at his bare form while the water moved around me as he simply tucked himself in behind me.

A light rumble leaving him as I refused to look at him. The sound of the water moving just registering in my ears as he reached over and pulled me flush against him.

His breath fanning against my neck. I could feel everything of him against my back. Every. Little. Thing.

I was frozen within his hold. Not a logical thought coming through my mind, besides how soft and gentle he was tracing my back, all the way down to my thighs. How unbelievably slow he was being, taking his time.

It took some more of his gentle touches, purrs, and hot whispers in my neck to fully relax in his hold. Letting him caress my body as he pleased, a satisfied rumble coming from him. His hand dragging closer, and closer to my inner thighs.

Yelping out in surprise. Water splashing over the tub. I could feel the smirk of his lips on my neck as his finger slowly pushed in through my walls. A rough hand keeping me in place by the neck while I whined at the stretch. His teeth, and tongue slowly nipping, and lapping at the other side of my neck.

F-F*cking bastard loved to surprise.

I bit my lip, desperate to keep in a moan as he slowly slid his finger in, and out, again, and again. The bubbles above the water moving with the moments.

My hips suddenly jurked forward, chasing that split second feeling that erupted my body into flames. Hydra softly purring in my ear as he didn’t hesitate to plunge just a little deeper with his fingers.

“F*ck!” I cursed. Throwing my head back on his shoulder. His mouth slowly attacking at the side of my face, following it down to my jaw and neck. His other hand moving, dragging down to my chest, keeping me pinned against him.

A whine escaped my throat while Hydra cooed in response. His nose nuzzling into my collarbone as he added another finger inside of me. The stretch feeling unbelievable.

When was the last time I got laid? F*ck, when was the last time I even had something like this?

Closing my eyes, another whine escaped my lips. My brain going fuzzy as I tucked my head under his. A sweet sounding purr vibrating through his throat while I laid there, basking in the afterglow. Trying to catch my breath.

A mix between and rumbled an a purr came from Hydra while I moved my head from his neck. Barely registering how the water gotten cold.

I think, the aftermath was more relaxing than the bath itself anyways.

Shakily, lifting myself off Hydra, and stepping out of the bathtub. Hydra cooed in a questioning, almost worried manner.

“Don’t worry, the bath had just gotten cold.” I stated, leaning over to give him a kiss to his jaw when the little sh*t turned, giving a proper kiss to me. Eyes shining with mischief as he turned it into a full on out make-out session.

Just where did he learn all of this stuff?!

“Hydra…” I managed to pant out his name between his greedy kisses. Pulling away from him when I needed air. A cute little whine leaving him “Oh hush, you mischievous thing.”

Turning my back on him. I heard him rise from the bath while I grabbed a towel from under the sink. Not getting a chance to wrap it around myself as I got picked up, and sat on the counter top. Where the main session began.

“F*ck, Hydra!” I moaned out his name. His hips losing their rhythm at the call out before readjusting. A low growl coming from him while I clenched around him. His c*ck hitting the spot inside of me just right.

All sorts of sinful sounds left my mouth as he hit that spot again, and again. Black dots clouding my vision as he cooed, and chuffed at me. Not relenting his pace.

The building up was more quick than the last, and desperate for immediate release, body on flames. My hand dragged across my stomach. Briefly feeling just how much he was inside of me. How much bigger he was.

A pitiful whine left my throat when Hydra took ahold of my hand from my bud, and pinned it to the counter top. His mouth huffing, and snarling in my ear. Occasionally nipping, and bitting at my shoulder.

Oh Please, make more of the your little sounds my little Serpent.

“H-Hydra!”

Yes, yes, come on- just a few more. Please my little Serpent.

“Hydra! F-f*ck!” I cried out, body’s stilling. Vision blacking out for a moment more. His release flooding inside of me, tongue lapping at my collarbone.

F****ck, I’m gonna have to look up what it means to get f*cked by an Astartes. God damn.

—

They, were unworthy.

Unworthy of her time, her gaze, and grace, her presence. Simply too weak to provide such strength they proclaim to have. Even in groups.

A dishonor they would have been.

Darling, let me show you what true providence is.

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 V

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 III

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

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𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XI

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Heheheh, you thought.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: Be 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 for/of yourself. Even it’s just a tiny cut.

TW // Slight SMUT/NSFW?

"I'm fine. I'm fine." I heaved, pawing at the blue legionnaire besides me. Soft, worried coos coming from him.

"Just ate something I shouldn't have." I reported, reaching up to flush the toilet. Thats what I think what happened anyways. The combination between some foods where not for my tasting, twisting my stomach in all sorts of way's.

"Little serpent, are you all right?" Ascelpius asked, rounding the corner into the bathroom, seeing my body curled around the toilet.

His brother chittered at him in their language, stating that she's been like this the pass couple of weeks. Since the day they have taken her back into their hold. Her body still healing from the rough intercourse she been in.

"...I'm fine." I responded after a little while, laying down on the tiled flooring, enjoying the coldness of the ground. Settling down my grouchy stomach just little bit.

"Little serpent, this is not fine. You're sick." Ascelpius crooned, his form leaning over to get though the archway. Kneeling down to the ground and carefully scooping me up in his arms.

I whined in discomfort, not liking the removal of my body from the nice, cold ground. My head swirling as I exhaled slowly to try and not puke up again. Especially not on Asclepius.

"Do you need something? To ease your sickness?" He asked. Helm coming forward to nuzzle the top of head.

I whined into his armor. The thought of giving him a smooch came up, but I didn't want to ask for one after I threw up. I didn't want him to think I was not atoning the proper hygiene.

So, I just settled with snuggling my head into his armor. Taking whatever coldness of the metal brought me. Frustration building up inside of my mind as I really wanted a kiss, and it confused me at the same time.

Why was I being so needy? Hungry, but throwing it up anyways? Hot, and cold when it was the perfect temperature? Almost blacking out each time I stood to go anywhere? Damn, when was my last period?

...Wait.

When was my last period?

Oh god. When was it?

Shooting up in Asclepius arms, I looked up at him. "The store." I spoke, ignoring how my headache increased tenfold. This could be a very bad situation right now.

The two Astartes stopped and looked at each other. Questioning one another about the request though their vox. Knowing what part of the deal was.

"Right now, little serpent? What do you need from there?" Asclepius questioned, irritating me a bit.

"None of your concern. Now, to the store." I demanded, trying not to yell at the useless questions. Just let me go to the store and all will be good.

"Well-"

"To the store." I ordered, glaring up at him. The Astartes behind him; Hydra rumbled. He had no say in this potential matter. Neither of them did.

"Yes, little serpent." He sighed, continuing on through the hallway with Hydra 'oOoooOOoo-ing' at him through the vox while he tried to defend himself by saying to him 'You didn't say she was moody either brother.'

Asclepius stepped a foot outside. The smell of the fresh air calming me down just slightly until Solor came into view. His silver armor popping out of the foliage like a damn predator. His blue visor never leaving my form in Asclepius arms until he was next to him, staring him down.

The two spoke in their tongue while I became impatient. Whatever their deal is, it can wait. I can figure that out later, and I've got way more pressing matters to attend to.

"Are you going to sit here and talk? Or are we going to the store?" I questioned the Astarte's, silencing them all together. A surprised and confused aura filling the area.

"We are observing you Knight." Asclepius sighed, nuzzling my head once more before giving me over to Solor. "Remember what we have."

"You think too lowly of me." Solor responded, adjusting me in his arms into a more comfortable bridal style carry. Yeah, well, it wasn't like you cut off his arm.

"Maybe I do." Asclepius hummed. Watching the Knight turn away from him, and through the tree line, ending their discussion there.

"Little maiden, we are here." Solor rumbled, slowly waking me up in his arms, and put me down on the ground. "I will be here, waiting for you. Don't do anything stupid, or do."

"Your tone sickens me, Solor." I snapped back. Angered by the awakening of my peaceful slumber that I didn't have the intention of sleeping anyways. The dizziness, and twisting feeling in my stomach coming back full force.

"Your words hurt little maiden, watch it." He replied, carefully watching me as I hunched over a little.

"Do they?" I asked, glaring back at the Knight before huffing and leaving him to himself. Spotting a store in front of me. A faint noise coming from him as he stayed put in the tree line.

Grumbling as I entered the store. I made my way to the pharmacy selection and started my search for what I needed. Passing some older ladies who kept glancing at me from time to time.

Listing off the products in my head. I kept going until I found what I wanted and grabbed it out of its selection. It was only then when the old ladies stopped looking, seemingly okay now with what I came into the store purchase.

Using cash to pay for the little box. The cashier also looked at me weirdly and it made me tense up. Feeling like everyone was looking at me now.

Giving the cashier the cash. I made a beeline for the restroom and put myself into a stall, ripping open the box. In a hurry to take the damn test to figure if I was, or not pregnant. Is that even possible between an Astarte's, and Human?

The minutes felt long, but eventually I looked at the test. Holding my breath as I looked down at the test.

Negative.

I exhaled, relived it wasn't what I thought I was. Though, it made be question on why I was having these types of symptoms close to a pregnant woman? Was I not getting enough enrichment?

What if it lied though? What if the test couldn't read good enough?

Damn it, I should have bought two. I wasn't going back out there to buy another one. I didn't want to be stared at for any longer from those... people.

"We can go now." I said, returning to Solors side. His helmet tilting at me.

"You've been in there for quite a while, yet you didn't get anything?" He questioned as I passed him. Walking deeper into the woods.

"Really? You don't say." I snapped at him again. Feeling slightly remorseful, because he didn't even do anything at this moment.

A surprised yelp escaped me as Solor lifted me up and pushed me against a tree. His other gauntlet coming off to take off his helmet. White eyes staring me down.

"You've been awfully rude, Maiden. Why is that?" He asked, more like demanded. "I haven't even seen you for day's and this is the greeting I get?"

I hummed but didn't give him an answer. Not entirely sure what was going on with me either. His eyes searching my face as he cupped my chin.

"Little maiden, please. Tell me what is wrong?" His head came close. Putting them together as I could mumbled out an "I don't know." My hands coming up to thumb his jaw line.

"Is it the-"

Moving my head a little back. I put my lips on his, surprising him as I ravished anything he would give me. His eyes widened a little but lulled into the kiss. Tongue's battling for dominance before he pulled away. Saliva connecting between the two of us. A moan escaping my lips.

"My lady." He breathed, his gauntlet coming up to claw at the tree above me. His head nuzzling into my neck. His body coming closer to keep me pinned to the tree.

"Please, Solor." I whined at him, feeling incredibly worked up now. It just wasn't an opportunity I couldn't waste.

He hummed before he purred into my ear. Teeth nipping at my neck. Sending a shiver down my spine. "As you wish, my little maiden."

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XII

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 X

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

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𝕮𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖑𝖊

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Just a short oneshot. (Experimenting with banners.)

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams(I lied, for now.), @egrets-not-regrets.

TW // None.

Hydra unexpectedly leaned down to my level as he observed me. Helmet tilted to the side, a low coo coming out of his helmet.

I watch him for a moment. Wondering if I had a stain or something on my shirt, but I don’t recall eating anything that would, except a peculiar aggression.

Leaning slightly, I gave his helmet a peck. His little noises stopping for a long minute, and it worried me. Did I break him?

His visor just stared at me, unmoving as I backed away slowly in unease. Unsure if I really should have acted impulsively to this sneaky hydra.

I yelped out, turning to run when Hydra shot forward. His gauntlet taking ahold of my shirt as I slipped down onto the cold, wet grass.

“Oh, come on!” I huffed out underneath the hydra. Head dropping down in the grass in defeat. Getting a face full of fresh scented grass in my face.

The Astartes cooed out. His helmet carefully nuzzled into my neck while his arms wrapped around me, keeping me lightly pinned to the ground.

“You’re cold!” I whined, attempting to wiggle out from beneath him, but all he did was slide me right back underneath him.

All sorts of coos, rumbles, and chuffs came from him while I became his unintentional little teddy bear. Gaining the attention of the rest of the Hydra’s.

“Help me, please.” I begged Leviathan who kneeled down in front of me, a chuff coming out of him.

…Well, he didn’t help at all.

All he did was run away with me, a whine leaving Hydra before he pursued.

It all became some sort of game to them. See who can cuddle their little serpent the longest before getting snatched away into another cuddle session. The longest surprisingly being with Asclepius, but damn didn’t I feel like a continuously scrambled egg.

Hydra came to a sudden stop in running away from his brethren. Having sneaked in and stole me away from Leviathan; who stole me from Asclepius.

I was confused when he suddenly put me down on the ground before backing off with the others. Scattering throughout the property.

“Little maiden.” The familiar voice of Solor greeted. Surprising me when he scooped me into his arms.

“Solor.” I greeted back. His helmet nuzzling my neck as he made his way through his personal area. Wanting to have his own cuddle time.

Though, It won’t be long until Solor is dragged into their games too. Coming after me as Hydra picked me once more in a mid-doze.

I couldn’t help but laugh at their silly ways, and snuggle into their armor.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #x reader #fanfic #yandere #yandere space marine #fanfiction #oc: hydra #oc: asclepius #oc: leviathan #fluff #oc: Solor #oneshot #adeptus astartes #astartes x reader #space marine #space marine x reader #ask

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I need to be rutted into submission by an unbonded wild astartes out back of a Denny's

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Denny’s? Okay, guess both of ya’ll got horny I mean, hungry. Yes.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: If you are under the age of 18. Shoo! Go away! Skedaddle! Why you reading this in the first place? Be 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 for/of yourself.

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Filth, Language, Dubcon?

He watches as this female human eats at the food placed in front of her through the window. Her hands picking up the metal utensil to the side of her to eat her nightly meal.

A meal that he could have provided. A meal that he could have hunted down and cooked himself instead of that younger, inferior male.

He observes how the younger male comes back to give her a little piece of paper. Her tongue swiping across her teeth before she licked her lips. A charming smile forming on her face as the younger male manages to make her laugh. His gauntlet twitching at such a bold display in front of him.

It wasn’t even a second in before the male sat himself in her booth. The two of them conversing to one another. The male occasionally stealing food for her plate.

Doesn’t that boy know that she needed that food to store up and replenish her energy after mating? That he gave her that food and not the other way around?

Oh, this male was a fool. He was in no shape or form to take care of this little female if he needed to take her food. Any male should know not to take a females food without asking or never at all. Even he knows this basic ritual. He’s been tracking her down after all.

She was in her prime week. Her fertile scent catching his senses, driving his mind crazy each time he tried to resist it. It was like something he needed to have. That he needed to breed.

His hearts race when the two suddenly get up from the booth together and make their way to the back of the restaurant. The male getting a little touchy with the little female. His hand sliding between the pieces of her clothing as they went out the back exit door.

Suddenly he grew aggravated at this little female for accepting such an untalented, useless human. He didn’t even let her finish all of her food! Pathetic! She didn’t accept him, it was a lie! A fling!

Quickly pushing forward towards the back of the restaurant. He could hear the sloppy kissing this male gave the little female. Their hands eager to rid of their clothing and he can’t have that.

This little female was his to mark. This little female was his to f*ck. What makes this useless male think he could commit such acts against his little female?

Entering the back alleyway, his form casted a shadow into it. The moonlight shining against the back of his armor. The sounds of a sloppy make-out and light groans greeting his ears. His gauntlet twitching.

Getting closer. He suddenly snarled, scaring the feeble male off his little female. A scream coming out of him as his heart beated rapidly in his chest. His hands quickly fumbling to make himself more presentable.

“I-Is he yours?” The pathetic male asked, looking between him and his little female. Yes, and she is mine.

“No, he is not.” His female responded, glaring up at him. His c*ck twitching beneath his cod-piece. Is that a challenge?

“Then—”

Oh, how he wished to slam this guy against the wall until he was a pile of mush stained on the brick. He was lucky he couldn’t kill him…yet.

He growled lowly at the male as he attempted to reach for his little female, irritating him greatly.

“Yep, yep, I’m leaving.” The male said, putting up his hands in surrender. Backing up and making his way out of the alleyway.

“Really?!“ His little female scoffed up at him, wiping that weak male saliva off her neck. “I don’t know you!”

“And I don’t want to know you!” She rejected, a low growl leaving his throat. His c*ck pressing against his armor. His hearts clenching in his chest.

She can’t reject him! She was his as he was hers! Can’t she feel how he feels? Can’t she feel that? Sense that? Her c*nt called to him for a reason, she needed to be bred!

He turns to look down at his little female who walked away a few paces in front of him. Perhaps, he needed to show her? Show her that’s what she called out to him for?

He shoots forward and grabs his little female by the throat. A choked yelp leaving her as he places her down flat on the hood of the black SUV that was parked just behind the dumpsters. His leg pushing apart her thighs as her fruitful scent came to him much stronger.

He watches as his little female struggles beneath his gauntlet. Clawing up at his armor, glaring up at him with hatred in her eyes. His own saliva pooling in his mouth.

She curses and spits at him as it lands on his cheek and he couldn’t help but laugh lowly at her. His tongue coated in his saliva coming out to lick at it. Watching how her eyes widened in surprise.

He comes forward as soon as she was about the scream. His tongue shoving down her sweet throat, silencing her. His hips coming forth and grinding between her legs.

He can feel her falter for just a moment. A near victory for him, but her hands pressed up against his armored torso. Complaining groans vibrating through her throat as he didn’t leave her wet cavern untouched.

Ripping off her pants, she gasped underneath him. Giving him more room to shove his tongue down her throat, make her choke on it before he reeled back. His gauntlet fumbling for his cod-piece.

“Y-You son of a b*tch.” She coughed, her chest heaving as she made haste for his gauntlet on her throat again. Still un-submissive to him.

Freeing his c*ck, he pulled this string out of her hole and threw the thing to the side, her scent coming to him more strongly than before, a groan leaving his lips. Perhaps he should have done this the moment he saw her?

Taking a hold of his c*ck, he teased her bloody folds with the tip of his d*ck, his pre-c*m mixing with her blood, coating the lips.

His little female, to focused on being angry at him and cursing him out to notice. He slid himself right in, feeling how she immediately tensed up tightly around him.

“You— F*ck!” She cried out.

He purred, nearly blacking out of her tight c*nt sucking him in. His hips moving in a slow circular motion. Touching all the right spots inside of his little female as he could feel her visibly weakening beneath his gauntlet.

Thrusting upwards once. The whole car moves backwards before coming forward, settling her c*nt back onto his d*ck. A groan coming from both parties.

Thrusting again, he put himself at a slow rhythmic pace with the car. Watching with half lidded eyes as his little female became undone underneath him. Mewls spewing from her lips as she finally let go of his gauntlet. Submitting to him.

Pleased, he loosened his hold on her throat a little more while he leaned down to lick at her shoulder. His tongue slithering across her collarbone. Replacing that weaker males mark on her.

“More!” His little female demanded, crying out when he hit a weak spot inside of her.

He rumbled, releasing his hold on her throat and dragged it down her body and to her thighs. Then hooked both his gauntlet underneath her knees and folded her in half on the car and pushed deeper, faster. In hopes that damn male could listen to her cry out as he f*cked her.

Leaning his head back down. He opened his mouth to put his mark onto her neck. His eyes briefly looking at the forming bruise he made on her neck when he held her by the throat.

A couple more thrusts and he was burying himself to the hilt. Throwing his head back as he groaned out. Feeling how her walls milked him for all that he worth. His d*ck twitching, releasing his thick load.

Huffing, he felt his little female shake underneath him, then slowly go limp. Her tiny body too tired to stay up with his physique.

Oh, but he has so much more to give! He didn’t follow her around for nothing!

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𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 X

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Some of you got more than you bargained for.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

TW // None?

The fabric seemed heavier than I remember. The fabric also wasn’t the color of a steel blue, it was gray. I also don’t remember there being any fuzzy, soft blankets in the mix?

Confused at the differences, I slowly rose from the blanket I had been burrowed in like a burrito. Muscles telling me to lay back down, but I don’t remember Solor getting new sheets, and blankets?

They smelled familiar too, like the fresh breeze of the ocean at night. Some spots even smelled just a little different than the other, but it was still a relaxing combination.

Looking around, I realized that I wasn’t in the same room anymore. The walls, and flooring weren’t the cement of the bunker. They were painted, and decorated with the steel blue, and aqua green colors. Some gold-like elements here, and there.

There were even windows to look properly out of, the autumn season looking very welcoming to look upon. There even was a window opened, just above the bed. Fresh, cold air coming in through. Everything just felt pleasant, homey even.

Glimpsing a slight movement in the corner, I jumped, sliding off the bed at the unexpected move, like I was seeing a spider quickly scurrying on the wall. A yelp coming out of my mouth.

I would have hit the ground on the other side of the bed if it weren’t for the blue gauntlet that reached over and held me in place. Their electric blue eyes observing me. Squared face, strong jaw, a scar on his cheek.

“Hydra?” I questioned out loud the sound of other rushing steps coming into the room.

Looking over, two more “Hydras” entered the room. They also had their own helmets off, showing the same blue eyes as the other, but their facial scars, and sizes were different. I didn’t know whether to be shocked, crying, or relieved with all of this …copy and pasting? Was Hydra an actual Hydra???

“Little Serpent.” One of them called, grabbing my attention to him. His voice warm, almost husky. Feeling like a warm drink that had just passed down your throat.

“What… had happened?” I asked as the one “Hydra” slowly moved me back onto the bed properly. My hands grabbing onto the top of his armor, the movement making me a little nauseous. A low purr coming out of him.

“We have found you in a bed, wounded. Smelling like him.” He said with a slight growl, a flush going to my cheeks, embarrassed they had found me in a state like that.

“I thought there was just one of you?” I asked them, changing that subject. Truly wondering how I didn’t know there were three of them.

“It’s a…perk we alpha legions have.” He responded a little smugly. Something they were proud of.

“You weren’t angry when I called you guy’s Hydra?” I asked another burning question. “What are your names anyways?”

“I am Asclepius.” The one with a scar on his lip introduced, and the one that spoke to me first. “The one next to me is Hydra, and the one holding you is Leviathan.”

“Leviathan?” I repeated his name, looking up at him. A rumbling coo coming out of him.

Well, he certainly looks bigger, and it would explain the times I have thought that Hydra had grown a couple of times.

“Your arm! Is it okay?” I asked, looking at all of them for the injury. Suddenly remembering that day where he was supposedly died, right in front of me.

“Don’t worry little serpent.” Asclepius purred, coming closer to the bed. His arm extending, showing me his prosthetic. “It has been remade.”

Crawling over to the edge of the bed. I carefully touched the new arm. It felt cold, but smooth to the touch. A few dislodged wires here, and there, but it was a pretty advanced arm.

“I’m sorry.” I suddenly apologized to him, dragging him forward in a hug. Head nuzzling into his neck. Reveling in his comforting scent as the bloody memory of his arm being severed somewhere else came back.

“Do not cry little serpent, it was just an arm, nothing more.” He rumbled, nuzzling back. The others cooing in agreement.

Slowly leaning back, I took his face in my hands. Rubbing his jaw with my thumbs, his eyes softening at the touch.

“Are you triplets?” I asked, tracing the scar that went down from his lips to his chin.

“Something like that little serpent.” He hummed, turning his head to nuzzle into my palm.

“…What happened to the Gray Knight?” I asked another question while they popped into my mind.

Asclepius' eyes narrowed a little, his head resting in my hands before he spoke. “We have made a deal with him. He, unfortunately will still be around.”

So… they didn’t kill him? That’s a relief in some weird way, but a deal?

“A deal?” I questioned him, the unexpected thought of ‘who had their turn with me when they were playing as one’ coming to mind as I stroked Asclepius' jaw once more. My cheeks burning up once more. Damn these intrusive thoughts!

“You still think of us fondly?” Asclepius teased me, his form leaning forward a little more. His sour face turned mischievous, as the others joined in with their purrs.

“O-Of course I do!” I exclaimed, turning my head away from the group. Embarrassed by their teasing.

Asclepius cooed, his gauntlet coming forward to gently cup my head to look back at him. Our foreheads touching.

“Don’t leave me again.” I almost whined to him as I leaned back a little to give him a smooch on the head.

“We don’t plan on it.” Asclepius responded as the other two pushed each other for some long awaited kisses too.

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XI

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 IX

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

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𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XIII

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Now, I wouldn’t do that if I were you. They know.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

TW // One Cuss. Uno.

Waking up to my bladder screaming at me to go to the bathroom, and the urge to eat something sweet. I threw the blankets off of me and shuffled off from the bed; waddling to the bathroom while thinking of the sweets that were stored in the fridge making my mouth water just thinking about it.

Strawberry chocolates sounded good, but they didn’t sound so good to make right now at… I stretched a little up on the toilet to look through the bathroom window… In the middle of the night, and a pixie stick was just too much sugar, and I wanted something creamy, spongy. Oh! Ow!

I rubbed the underside of my belly, trying to soothe the cramp that started there while standing up to flush the toilet. Mumbling down at my rounded belly to try and calm down the little rascal in there. “Calm down there. I’ll get us something, don't you worry.”

I should have really taken another test when I was in that store. Not like I didn’t know that I was pregnant before. The signs were very clear, and so was the growth. It was almost frightening,Of how this baby was growing inside of me. I had absolutely no idea if this would kill me or not and that was the first thought that came up in my mind. That this could possibly kill me because of how much bigger an Astartes was.

Asclepius had to calm me down after I randomly cried to him about it. His praising, honeyed words putting my worries to rest as he lightly traced his hands along my skin. Carefully lifting up that little pouch I had then, purring into my ear. It was almost hard not to pounce on him then. Not that I had to anyways. He did that for me.

In fact, they all started doing stuff for me. Whether it would be putting on some clothes, cooking something, lifting me up in their arms to take a stroll outside, doing a hobby with me when I demanded it, and sending them out for a particular craving or even providing for me for the more pleasurable times. It was all very appreciated.

Even Hydra stopped eating the raw meat for a moment to avoid angering, or stressing me out. Earning more kisses, and snuggles that day he took without a problem, getting smug over it, but I was very proud of him not eating the raw meat. He still had some turtles around though…

Waddling through the halls. I made it to the kitchen and opened up the fridge. The light giving me a not so warm welcome to the sweets inside of it. My eyes glaring at the fridge in order to see what I was targeting to sedate my craving right now.

I would have let one of the boy’s do it, but none of them were around right now. Something they don’t do very often or really never at all, but it was nice to not have them evading my personal space. I would usually get very snappy at them for doing so if they were in my space for too long.

Though, I was grateful they stashed the house with anything, and everything they could before leaving for one of their adventures, including Solor. Which was a rare thing to happen because they always at least leave one of them with me to watch over me, and that always ends up with Solor being the “babysitter.” Not that he minded at all. It was his time to enjoy his little maidens'... switchy emotions.

Locking my eyes on the container, I pulled it out and closed the fridge. Another cramp hitting me a little harder than last time, stilling me in my tracks, a slow exhale leaving me to ease the pain a little bit better.

Putting my hand back underneath my belly, slow rubbing there. I put the container on the island and pulled on a drawer and picked up a fork in it before closing it. Turning to the container, my mouth started to water to think of the creamy sweetness this thing must have held like it was something to be worshipped.

Popping off the lid. I didn’t even let the smell register as I dug straight in. It's chocolatey creaminess doing wonders on my tongue. Satisfying me immensely as I moaned out at the taste. I could have a damn orga–

I shrieked, the sound of the front door being kicked in along with multiple windows shattering startled me. My hands coming down to surround my belly. Blinding lights shining at me in every direction I tried to look. Boots thudding against the ground as I saw my desert being swiped away from me.

A person tried to talk to me with their hand coming to my shoulder trying to get me to move when I snatched onto their hand, and gripped it hard. A groan leaving me as I could feel this liquid running down my legs.

The person cussed, then started yelling out orders while slowly urging me out the door they busted through from as another person came up to my side. A medic it looked to be. Telling me to breathe in and out, in and out. All the way to a helicopter? Where in the hell did that come from?

“If you keep telling me to breathe in and out, in and out I swear to–” I groaned again, clutching onto the medics vest, glaring straight through their visor. “-I will make sure you don’t get to breathe in and out!”

“Y-yes ma’am.” The medic reported a flood of curses leaving my mouth while I clutched onto the other armored man beside me. Their form leaning over as the rest of the night felt like a painful blur.

There was a lot of screaming, wires, and doctors being thrown about. My head going light headed in some parts as they encouraged me to push. Blood staining their gear until I felt light, too light.

“My baby.” I mumbled, looking around for my baby. White glaring back at me. “Where’s my baby?”

“Hold on ma’am, you lost a lot of blood.” I heard someone mumble before everything started faded out. My head leaning back on the bed.

“Ma’am? Ma’am?” The person called. “Sh*t! She's fading on us!”

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XIV

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 XII

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

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