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Hear me out… The boys with the Pheromone perfume/spray.
Congrats on this being the catalyst for something...
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tw: Dubious consent/dubcon... noncon elements; predator/prey dynamics; breeding kinks; warhammer 40k shenanigains/Yandere shenanigains
(NOTE: Raven Guard will have the group reactions and then reactions if Dove was only with one of the boys at the time of applying it. How she got the perfume is the same)
Tag List: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog @thevoidscreams @barn-anon
Raven Guard Trio
Kazi preened under the praise from the people as they liberated another major city causing more and more uproar and getting forces on their side. But he smelt something funny... but funny in a good way it made his brain itch in a way he didn't know why. He followed his nose as his brothers delt with the important stuff he could just say he was following a lead... not exactly a lie. Till he looked at the bottle that lead him there.
"Say what is this?" He asked knowing there was an associate not too far.
"Um that's a pheromone perfume." They said meekly with a blush on their face...
"Smells nice... how much?" Kazi grinned at the mortal.
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Dove looked at the gift in hand as Sor and Moremo frowned at Kazi for bringing their Dove such an expensive gift and they full well knowing he probably paid next to nothing for.
"Thank you Kazi!" Dove said and her eyes widened at the pretty perfume bottle not waiting a second before putting it on. "Bit of a muted smell." She says as she applies it to her wrists before putting it on her neck.
"Ah was told its some pheromone perfume."
Dove snorted of course he would get this, "That's just some fancy thing that they try to sell you that they say will make men go mad because of some scents they put into the... why are you boys looking at me like that..." Dove stopped as all three of them looked down at her.
"You smell so lovely, Dove." Moremo growled softly.
Sor's fingers were flexing as he had taken off his helmet to at least smell the perfume to tell her it was lovely. He knew that there were few smells that could affect an Astartis... this wasn't one of them but it seemed to just heighten her natural scent.
Kazi took a step forward before Moremo's hand shot out gripping his armor... "not here... in the roost... now." He told Kazi who was just looking at Dove with something akin to a meal. Sor scooped her up and buried his face into her neck as they walked to the nest.
Sor's breath was hot and heavy in her ear... "If I could... I'd steal you away right now." That was a threat that Dove knew he would make good on if he could.
"I... I can wash it off." Dove chirped softly but it was far too late for her as the door locked behind Moremo. Sor kissed her hard as the other two took off their armor. Sor said something in high gothic as Kazi fumbled with his codpiece for him. "Guys?" She whimpered softly as Sor twitches violently trying to not crush her on accident.
"Gentle Gentle lad." Moremo groaned trying to keep some composure amongst them as it was all going to be willpower based on if Sor would actually leave after he had his fun or start to rip off his armor.
Sor
Kazi and Moremo were busy to indulge in the gift that Kazi had gotten you and you wanted to know how it smelled... he assumed it smelt fine if you were wearing it but he wasn't one to turn you away. Something tickled something in his brain as he looked down at you just smelling the air around you. You offered your wrist to him to smell as you laugh at the thought of pheromone perfume actually working.
Yes... it was quite funny... if it wasn't sending heat down to his loins. The pheromones were doing their job but that wasn't what was sending the blazing heat... it was your natural smell... clean feathers... mixed with some gunpowder... the smell of that pastry you love to have each morning... the smell of you. You tilted your head in that adorable way as he buried his nose into your wrist before licking your palm... his body hot as his black eyes looked around before picking you up and just dashing off into the night.
He's been waiting to have his chance to find some place to tuck you away... to show you how much he loves you. The way his mouth licks at your own and over your skin as he removes his armor in this hidden little roost away from his bothers... to finally have you all to himself without Moremo's gentle reminders... or Kazi's overeagerness and trying to take his turn while he was still loving you...
No it was just you and Sor tonight. And he was going to make sure you were loved all night long. He hardly could wait to be upon you and you hardly worried about the utter tizzy that the other two would be in... it was just you... Sor... with a night filled with the creaking of the bed and the slapping of flesh against flesh.
Moremo
He was always able to make sure there was time for you it was rare that Kazi was busy as he was the one who got you this gift but you wanted to try it on so badly. See if there was any credence to the sexual wonders of pheromone perfume. You both were laughing as you explained to him how it was just a rumor that's been perpetuated forever and how it would affect astartes more. He laughed dismissing it as he smelt it before it was on you...
However once the pheromones mingled with your delicious scent... he felt his loins stir. He could ignore it until later... until the others got to experience this with their sweet Dove. But... when was the last time he was selfish with their darling? Oh... not since their last Dove. How she looked up at him with a nearly naive gaze yet she could tell there was something different. A desire that burned through him... "Little Dove..."
"Yes Moremo?" She said softly.
He opened and closed his mouth trying to find the right words but all he could do was put a hand on her back and guide her to the nest. He locked the door before pushing her up to the door and kissing her hard. Feeling her fingers run through his silvering raven black hair... his black eyes roaming over her skin. "You smell amazing." He moaned into her neck... inhaling deeply as he tries to think of some romantic words to tell her... instead he feels like Kazi being eager to feel her wrapped around his cock. "Undress and get on the bed... your perfume seems to be having its... intended effect."
He licked his lips as she obeyed and with that mischief in her eyes as she wiggled her hips back up at him as he stroked his own cock, having been in more relaxed clothes for one verses his armor. He did his best to prepare her but given how often Kazi bragged about how well he slid in with minimal prep he put it to the test. Hearing their dove gasp as he slowly bottomed out was worth the waiting for a moment before he really fucked her ignoring the way Kazi on the other side of the door was upset about how he was hogging their Dove all to himself until late into the night.
Kazi
He was so excited for Dove to put on his gift. He watched her raise an eyebrow reading what it was. "Kazi I hardly think I need this to get you... going?"
"Aww but its just a bit of fun to have. Just try it on." He encouraged watching her spray her wrists before rubbing it over her neck and just offering a wrist for him to smell. But of course Kazi takes the chance to bury his face into her neck. His long black hair tickling her flesh but there was a desire that rushed down his spine right to his cock.
"Yeah like how most of these products are... they don't really work." Dove says rolling her eyes turning away not seeing the way his breath deepens as he follows her.
"Really? Shame... right? So why do they market it like that?" He says doing his best to keep his voice steady and calm.
"Oh its just suppose to be something to rile men up. Some men can smell it somewhat but there's nothing proving that it riles them up. Just something to charge people extra money for it." Dove says putting it down in the bathroom in the roost room not hearing the way Kazi locks the door behind him.
Dove finally walks out looking at Kazi seemingly taking a moment to see that he had a devilish smile on his lips and a tent in his trousers.
"I think it works on me little Dove." He purrs out.
Palion
He was the one who bought his Muse the Pheromone body lotion. Palion was upfront about what it was and what it would do to him... he got it for her as well as something horribly skimpy for a Slaanesh celebration; of course she did not wear it. Palion was at some celebration with his brothers... pouting as his Muse was having one of her days and he snarled at his younger brother who told him to drag her anyway.
Fool didn't know what was good... fool was still far to busy being selfish and chasing his own highs and pleasured exaltations. He still didn't like this new addition to their group but he wasn't going to be a petty bitch and not give him a fair chance or else then their numbers would dwindle and it would be the same gossip every damn day.
Muse on the other hand looked at herself in the mirror all dolled up... she did her best not to look at how much exposed burn marks there were... so many outfits for her to pick from. She squirms as she looks at the pict capture location... the delicate gold chains make their noise as she crawls into the nest on his bed. She used that lotion he got for her...
His eyes glanced over to the text from his muse. What are you up to?
Bored. Just watching some celebration that I've seen a hundred times now. He tries to not sound too upset but he can't help it... he always gets into a foul mood without her around.
So you're not... busy?
Never for you my dearest. What is the matter?
Palion's eyes kept shifting over to the data pad as the longer she took to respond made him want to- Ping the datapad went and he half choked on his wine.
"Brother is there something wrong- Oh... oh my brother what a treat." His brother sitting next to him whispers seeing what she sent Palion.
Would... would you like to celebrate with me? Was the message title and the image was her laying in her nest... arms over her head with her legs partially spread as the thin sheer fabric hardly covered her cunt but Palion was focused on the wet spot causing the fabric to cling to her sex and press right against it. She adjusted the outfit so instead of her burns being covered they were fully exposed. Even the part of her face and head she was self conscious was uncovered, no mask in sight just her bare body on display for him. Palion was already at half mast during this whole performance but he was now painfully hard.
His brother next to him grinning like a cat in the cream. "Are you going to respond?" When Palion was still processing he stole the datapad from him and typed in yes as Palion's reply. "Mhm. There we go she should be waiting for you when you get there." He tucked the datapad away into a pocket somewhere on the tunic. When Palion stood he gave him a loud and firm smack on the ass, "Have fun! Praise Slaanesh!"
Once Palion was out of the room he ran to his own room and threw the door open causing his tiny Muse to jump as she looked at him rush into the room inhaling her scent like some feral beast. His bare chest expanding and contracting as all three of his lungs inflated and deflated as he could taste what the concoction was doing to him. "Praise Slaanesh." He moaned before locking the door as he pounced on his Muse with a snarl of delight.
She knew what she was getting into teasing and provoking Palion into action. But... she felt good today... she wanted to reward Palion for doing his best to help her. His long and sensual tongue pressed all corners of her mouth before snaking down her throat as he was working his second finger into her cunt. He was chanting lurid prayers to the dark prince as he was suddenly balls deep in his Muse. Her moans underneath him encouraging him to keep going as his mind was muddled from her sweet and lovely scent.
Arkyn
She couldn't be mad at Arkyn forever. She looks at the other wife who is just smiling warmly at her, "How do I..." She shifts feeling awkward to ask, "How do I... seduce him."
She could see the other woman grin, "Knowing the Captain? You hardly need to do a thing but I have a feeling you're wanting to do something special. For him right?" She nods slowly watching her walk into the quarters before she comes back with a bottle. "Sprits that on yourself and when you do don't leave the room."
"What is it?" She asked looking at it.
"Something that makes the men go wild. They've got sensitive noses you see... its just some scents mixed with the scent glands of a predator. Gets them all frisky... gets them feeling good."
"Um this isn't... forcing?"
"Honey I would laugh if I didn't think it would hurt your feelings." The woman says as a small blonde girl wearing furs rushes between her legs. "A space wolf made this. Its their best worst kept secret the fact that they made this stuff for their women to wear and to use. Always saying it was some wife that made it. Even if that's the truth they are always eager to have their ladies wear it. Remember to bring that back in a couple of days when you're done."
"Days?"
She just smiled leaving Elskling holding the bottle as she returns back to her shared quarters. Staring at the liquid inside frowning as she was upset at Arkyn denying her an honorable death with her comrades but... she sighs and sprays herself wrinkling her nose as it was slightly sharp smelling not a scent she would find pleasant but it wasn't for her.
Arkyn entered his quarters without much thought as the Captain took a deep breath washing away the worries of his station. His Parietal lobe itched as he smelt something new yet intimately familiar. His mind rushing back to memories of intimate encounters with mates past. Arkyn felt himself get hard so easily at that smell as he walked to the bedroom pulling off his clothes and leaving them in his wake... he was hard and throbbing and fully naked when he opened the bedroom door.... lucky for him so was his Elskling.
"Hello Captain Arkyn..." She says with that familiar purr that he remembers back from when he first bedded her. His throat tightens and his cock raises as it throbs. Her eyes darting to the subtle movement before meeting his own eyes.
He grins as he swaggers over to the bed rubbing her naked thigh, "I think I remember asking you this once before... are you sure you can handle this..." He clicks his tongue letting the moment drag on out, "wolf? I must say we get horribly attached after we mate." He repeats those familiar lines.
All she does is bring his hand against her cunt and just presses a finger in and moves it for him before he finally takes over. Her nails dig into his shoulders as his hips press to hers, she claws him as she feels the burn of him splitting her open. And Arkyn burns this new memory into his mind... how beautifully his Elskling writhes under him... how her lips open and the gasps. He still remembers when they first had sex... he still remembers each sigh and mewl from then and the way she does it now... he burns it all into his mind and there it will stay with him till he meets the Allfather.
Tyberos the red Wake
Ophelia was in the medical bay when she smelt something good. She was talking to the marine on duty about what it was and she didn't understand what he was explaining or what it was for or why it smelt like home. He was trying his best to explain it and cocked his head to the side at her simple request to wear it, confused Ophelia explained why she wanted it. He let her seeing no harm in it.
"Void Mother," another marine said walking in causing Ophelia to shift her weight at the title. It wasn't one Tyberos had given her but she should have seen it coming given he was called the Void Father.
"Yes?" She said softly trying to be polite.
"Tyberos wishes to speak with you."
It hardly was any other reason to go back into the den of the Chapter Master. There was no use running... no use hiding... but visits with Tyberos were cordial at best and terrorizing at worst given his size and how she felt so helpless in his grasp always folding to his demands but... maybe she would deny him today.
She didn't see the way eyes lingered on her or hear the way that some astartes that were around sniffed the air after her. She entered the dim room as he was at his desk signing approvals from captains and reviewing reports. It smelt very much of Tyberos in the room... and Ophelia felt... warm. Sure maybe the phase after her moon blood when she was fertile was a time that she did not mind Tyberos' company... it was often when she would spend several days in his bed before shame ate at her and guilt ate at him. He needed her it was clear... but she felt warm like after the moon blood. He had a heavy smell... a musky one with a spice added to it.
Tyberos opens his mouth to ask her... he just sees her standing there breathing heavily... flustered skin... and then he smells her and he starts to drool. The door locks behind her as Ophelia just feels the warmth travel to her crotch as she swallows spit as she turns away not hearing how the door locked but she hears the way his chair flings into the wall behind his desk. His rational and logical side of his mind tells him that he's under the effects of something... he needs to get her out of here... but by the Throne she smells so good.
Ophelia feels the air knocked out of her as she is pressed into the wall as his hips rut against the curve of her ass. He wants to mutter an apology but it dies in his mouth as Ophelia rolls her hips back against his... pressing firmly against his arousal. A bruising grip holds her hips as he ruts against her like some youngling, drool running down his neck dripping from the exposed parts of his molars, he tastes the air and he knows exactly what is effecting both of them... in reality it should only really be affecting Ophelia... but she smells so good.
"Tyberos please..." Ophelia whines feeling so empty, "I need you inside of me." She mewls out. Nipples rubbing against the fabric of her breast binding... her undergarments clinging to her entrance from how slick she has grown.
Fabric rips as her world spins and hot wet mouth muscles rub up against each other. Tyberos files away needing to see the brother apothecary to see if there is a new weakness... or if simply combining that combination of chemicals with her scent is what is doing it for him. Grey skinned hands grip handfuls of ass as her fingers pull on his white hair, he pulls back to exhale hard and even in this relatively lukewarm room... his breath can be seen.
"Tyberos." Ophelia whines feeling him hesitate for once... she's so use to him getting her into his bed quickly that it feels too long, "Tyberos... make me void mother."
If his eyes were not already fully black then he is certain they would be given how fast he rips through her clothes and his own clothes. His cock rubbing against her overly slick entrance before sliding in fully... he normally tires to be gentle but he hilts himself in the first thrust and bellows out his enjoyment.
She screams out her own enjoyment as she pushes her legs against his scarred and tattooed chest as he thrusts down hard and deep into her cunt. They make eye contact for this... something Ophelia hardly does but her eyes glaze over with pleasure... loosing their focus before she blinks and moans out. His eyes wander down to her breasts and perhaps his thrusts are a bit more vigorous then they need to be to watch them bounce and move. His saliva splashes down on her as he fucks her hard. His eyes roaming her body... his mind drawing the appropriate tattoos for her... for her station.
She falls over the edge first with a shriek of his name in such pleasure that it causes him to follow... but the effects still linger in her system as she pulls him into a kiss... his hands still roaming over her naked body... as they spend several hours properly getting to intimately know each other finally.
Ghosk
Was happy or at least as happy as an ancient Night Lord like himself could be with being apart of a warband of misfits run by a recently fallen to Chaos Space Wolf. By the Dark Gods the Imperium sounded like a nightmare compared to what it once was... he might not have followed his father into hell if he knew he was going to be alive to watch it turn into some carcass of what it once was. But certain things made it bearable like his Rabbit.
He opens an eye as she walks in and he opens his mouth to begin their usual bickering but he stops as all of his thoughts turns into blazing heat that rushes to his groin. It throws him off slightly... he's certainly fucked before... raped even though that was hardly his modus operandi. Oh yes call him old fashioned if he enjoyed not being wept at during sex... unless that was their kink then yes... but he was a cynical bastard but not cynical enough to act like a Slaaneshi.
"Smell. What's that smell." He says with his usual calm and disinterest as he tried to not palm his hardening cock through his cloth pants.
"Wow okay... spent time with Astrid she just let me put on some perfume she likes."
His tongue ran over his teeth as the warband's matron the space wolfs wife liked his bunny rabbit so his bullshit was tolerated because it all came back to protecting her from others. But by the dark gods she should have warned his bunny that her stuff was made for seducing a wolf...
"Rabbit." He growled out. His cock twitched at the fear mingling with her scent now as he felt his nails dig into the couch. "Wash it off if you don't want me." He said letting out a groan as Ghosk couldn't stop himself from palming his cock through his pants.
"What do you-" Was all she could get out before Ghosk was over her rutting his clothed cock against her own clothed form. He was panting like a dog at the feeling of relief... he hardly masterbated anymore as he was content with his bunny around but all of his neglected need rushed to attention pushing against her supple flesh.
"This is what I mean Rabbit." He snarled, "Tell me to stop." He looked down at her with some restraint... he wasn't a chaos riddled degenerate just a normal degenerate for a Night Lord but he was still himself... he could resist these basal urges.
He could see the gears turning in her little head before she looked up at him, "And... if I don't tell you to stop?" She said so very softly.
Ghosk stopped and was panting hard as his body trembled with utter excitement. He grabbed her and carried her outside as they were on a planet for some time. He put his bunny down. "You have 10 minutes. Run rabbit run." He growled watching her run as he sat in a crouched position feeling his muscles ache... his wings eager to spread out and take flight. But he waited... and waited... knowing and picturing in his minds eye her running in that fast sprint he's seen her do.
She sprinted as fast as she could doing bursts remembering some of her endurance training as it was only a matter of time...
Ghosk's black eyes snapped open as like a bow drawn he was released. All that was there where he knelt was disturbed dust and grass.
Rabbit had to stop and crouch in the woods. Trying to run from Ghosk in an open field was suicide but trying to run from Ghosk was stupid... trying to hide from him was stupid... so why was this so exciting. She and Ghosk had a comfortable relationship... insulting each other... she didn't know what he was getting out of it. The snapping of a twig nearly made her jump out of her skin as the 500+ pound man could be frighteningly silent when he wanted to be.
"Bunny." She heard his trilling graveling voice and she was off like a lazshot but that's clearly what he wanted.
She really hardly had a chance as out of the darkness of the canopy above dropped Ghosk grabbing her before she felt all of her guts rush to her feet. Oh by the God Emperor they were so high up... "Ghosk please not so high up!" She said with fear warbling through her voice.
Another time it would seem... but Ghosk landed before he tore at her clothes... his hard cock slapping against her wet folds before slipping in as she went cross-eyed at the intrusion into her sex. Ghosk moaned and came right then as he could hardly remember the last warm cunt he was in... the thrill of the hunt mixed with her smell. Oh he felt wonderfully pathetic in that moment as his toes uncurled when he was done cumming before he pulled back and moved.
"I'm going to fill my bunny rabbit up so good." He snarled down at the breathless bunny under him... her back arched as her hips were up and she was being such a good fuckable bunny. His balls brushing up against her skin as he moved... his wings fully outstretched and flapping as his grip was bruising... his bunny was screaming... just like how rabbits scream... but instead of writhing in pain and agony she was screaming in pleasure... writhing in enjoyment... pushing her hips back against his own... moaning his name.
He was a bastard chasing his high as he pulled her back onto his cock like some fleshlight... but she wasn't... she was his bunny. He flipped her over the slight twisting on his cock causing him to cum as he took that breather for a moment. Pushing her down onto the ground again crouched over her his wings hiding her from anyone else as he buried himself to the hilt for a few precious seconds and they both gasped at the depth of pleasure they could free.
"Bunny! Bunny! Bunny!" He chanted as his hips snapped to hers with eager restraint. One of his hands clawed the ground around one of her own... palms touching as the way her nails from her other hand clawed his arm as she screamed with pleasure under him. He felt so amazing... the way her willing body writhed under him... her hips desperate to meet his... he was suddenly very aware of her hands touching his skin. All Ghosk could do... say... and think was... "Bunny! Bunny! Bunny!"
She was a trembling sweating mess... the orgasms from both of them going uncounted as finally Ghosk felt his final climax take hold of him and he spread his wings fully out in all their terrible glory... undecorated for this moment but he snarled out her actual name as he came for the final time inside of her. His finally flaccid cock slipping from her thoroughly ruined cunt. His cunt. He mused looking at her laying there almost fully out of it... covered in dirt, cum, sweat, small cuts, bruises, and probably small creatures native to this planet. His Rabbit... He pulled her into a kiss as he purred out another bunny or two when she reciprocated.
Angelo
Vivienne knew her ways around functions... knew how to rile the lords up... rile them up into making deals with her. She of course used every trick in the book to get what she wanted. Get the trade deals in her favor as she sprayed the perfume on her. The thick makeup upon her face as she made sure she looked just right for this planetary governor's function. Of course she learned as much as she could... bit of a crude thing but nothing that a nice sinched waist and some cleavage couldn't help her with this.
Of course that's what she thought going into it. She grumbles coming back to her ship after a disaster of a party... she might as well have brought Angelo for companionship. No one fuckin told her he was gay. She would have made sure Seth was far more dressed up but Throne bless him he was able to use it as being "roguish" charms or something like that.
"Yes Seth you're getting paid extra for your contribution to that. Your usual seduction fee?"
"I want extra given how..." He grimaced.
Vivienne nodded and waved her hand, "Yes yes he wasn't your usual flavor I know but you saved this deal."
"Of course my Lady. Now if you excuse me I have a bottle of amesec and a bath calling me." He says splitting off heading to his quarters. As she walked to her own she could see Angelo was right there along with the door guards but they dismissed themselves after he entered the quarters behind her.
"He was fucking gay Angelo!" She says upset that she went through all this effort in getting ready for seduction and it all going to waste. She starts to undo her corset but the Blood Angel walks up behind her and somehow is so dexterous with such large hands.
"Would explain the lack of the scent of a paramour on you..." He leans in, "Though I could change that." He says nipping at her earlobe. She waves him away but his nose catching something delightfully mixing with her scent. "You do smell delightful though my Lady." His tongue runs over the artery in her neck before she pulls away to get out of the ridiculous outfit she put herself into. Angelo cares not for the maids that come in leaving a bottle of wine and two glasses... helping her fully undress and taking away the garment as she proceeds to wipe off that silly face paint.
"Lady Vivienne." Angelo finally asks as the maids leave.
"Yes Angelo?" She asks tiredly looking at him in the mirror.
She lets out the smallest gasp as with a blink he is already behind her his hands roaming over her naked, the robe barely clinging to her shoulders hardly counted as clothes to him, shoulders. "You do smell quite delightful... how about I make you feel so good."
She knew what he was refrencing... it was a silly joke from Rowena. A pheremone perfume with some exotic, probably xenos, ingredients that she claimed could work on any man... even a space marine. It had an innocuous smell to it and most men agreed she smelt nice but she was hardly expecting the throbbing against her back as his eyes were black as he panted hard just touching her body. His blonde hair tied back as his teeth looked... bigger to her and she swallowed softly.
Perhaps Rowena wasn't lying for once....
#warhammer 40k#yandere space marines#pheromones#pheromone spray#prompts#yandere#space marines#tw: smut#tw: dubious consent#yandere raven guard#yandere emperor's children#yandere space wolf#yandere space shark#yandere night lord#yandere blood angel#raven guard#space wolf#emperor's children#space sharks#night lords#blood angels#oc: Angelo#oc: Ghosk#tyberos the red wake#oc: Arkyn#oc: Palion#oc: Kazi#oc: Moremo#oc: Sor#ravenguard trio
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𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝕸𝖊
[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3 ]
Part 1 of 5 - Part 2
Author's Note: It's here! The first chapter of the Yandere Salamander/Fem!Reader/Yandere Night Lord love triangle(corner) fic! It's going to be 4 chapters (5 actually you'll see tehe) and I drafted a good portion of it in advance so it should be smooth posting? We'll see. Enjoy!
Summary: A Night Lord becomes interested in you while you stand under the eyes of your Salamander guardian, and you find yourself stuck between two titans.
Relationship: Yandere!Salamander/Fem!Reader/Yandere!Night Lord
Warnings: Hints of nsfw at points, Yandere, Size differences, Very toxic suffocating relationship(s), Some knight/princess dynamics, Demeaning language, Both these guys have hero complexes, Violence blood and bruises and possibly death to say without spoilers
Word Count: 2068
Word travels fast aboard even the largest of ships, you had learned quite quickly.
Space marine legions are not fond of working with one another, was what you had learned first. Many times even different squads within this same Legion can butt heads, as different styles of commanding and battle conflict with one other. Salamanders often try and remain cordial when problems within them arise, but friction was and is inevitable.
The second, was Vulkan was apparently quite firm with his legion that they were to welcome their temporary allies with respect. At least that is what you’ve heard from any Salamander that you’ve heard mumbling as you pass by, or any that have given you a moment of their time. That’s all you know, and these tidbits of knowledge fail to put together a full picture that you can understand. Their lips have been quite tight other than the bare minimum they believe you need to know.
Or what you can get from them if you ask very nicely; Much like the Commissars and Lords you've dealt with over the years, it seems Salamanders aren't immune to a bit of flattery also. You just need to make sure he doesn't find out, as you know how displeased he gets whenever he finds out you went wandering around chattering with his brothers.
Speaking of...
You can ask him about it; You just need to wait for him.
He always visits you in the librarium, once his second round of training is concluded. He then goes for his five hours of rest, and the cycle restarts. Though even if it isn't that time, you know he still keeps a keen eye on you.
You don’t wish to bother him with an issue as seemingly meaningless as gossip, but none of your fellows have been able to piece together what's happening, as none of the Salamanders have loosened their lips about it in the slightest.
It's made you more than a bit unnerved; Knowing that something is wrong but no one will tell you what it is. The tenseness in your neck is worse, and sirens and calls once normal now make you jolt when they sound off.
The large piece of parchment in front of you remains nearly empty, apart from the crude outline. Commander Artellus's face is fresh in your mind, but you for some reason can't put it to parchment.
You hear the sound of harsh, heavy boots on the ground, and turn to see who you've been waiting for coming towards you. You shift in your seat and turn to see him coming.
“Ralkan; You’re back,”
You smile wide at him, a put down the pen you'd been fruitlessly trying to use. The way his eyes look down at you is warm, his helmet hanging on the side of his hip. He stands close to where you sit alone at the massive table, covered in a mess of materials. The ink in your well shakes with waves, when he steps closer.
“You should have been there this time. I feel like I'm missing something now without your curious looks.”
You smile even wider and laugh, remembering the time. He had outpreformed Salamanders his senior, and you wondered if he was overdue for an ascension in rank, or if he was simply showing off.
“I'll come next time. As long as your battle brothers don’t mind me seeing your training again.”
He places a massive gauntlet on your shoulderblades, thumb against the side of your neck.
"They won't, I am sure of it. Though I hope you'll reserve your cheering only for me again."
His hand brushes along the upper half of your back before it slides away, his chainsword hanging neatly on his back. He looks out the massive window to the vast reaches of space directly in front of your makeshift desk for a moment, before pulling his bolter off his thigh and checking it.
He’s always meticulous. He’s been trained into flawless discipline, and it shows in every aspect of his existence. From the way he keeps his thoughts closed to the way each piece of armor and each weapon must be meticulously maintained.
You can hear the mechanics of his armor shift as he moves, but you can only tolerate few more beats of the near silence before you can’t help it anymore. Your pen twirls in your hand as a soothing gesture before you speak up.
“Ralkan?”
You look up to him, sniffling from the disturbed dust in your nose. He turns to look at you as you abandon your parchment, and finally put pen down and place your ink stained hands in your lap.
You hesitate for a moment, pursing your lips and looking away from his hard gaze as he turns back to you.
“What is happening?”
He is genuinely confused by your question for a moment, before he realizes what it is you're asking about, and his face stiffens. But still he doesn't answer. It irks you; Thinking that he’s trying to keep this all from you. You add on to your earlier question.
“I know that you are going to be fighting alongside another legion, but why are all of you acting like it's something you're all dreading?”
Perhaps you might simply be a guest aboard this ship, gifted from Terra to a legion eager to put their deeds to written memory, but you wish to know more than the servitors do. You pull your hands from your lap and lightly slap the table with them, gripping the edge.
“Ralkan, Who are the Night Lords?”
It is so instantly apparent that you struck something in him, as his body visibly tenses and his face briefly flashes with anger as a legion's name other than his own leaves your tongue.
He makes eye contact with you, the burning red of his eyes making your curiosity waver. But you still want to know- need to know. He takes a step closer, and his left hand rests against the surface of the table. He lets out a tense breath.
“The Night Lords are the 8th legion. They," Ralkan tries to find the words, pausing for a moment. "The way they wage battle is in near direct opposition to us Salamanders."
He speaks the name with a stern, cold demeanor. It fills you with a hesitant sort of interest.
These legions; Have they really developed cultures so unique that they find themselves unrecognizable to each other?
“They have no respect. They will cull entire cities for the slightest infraction.” He looks to you, and he catches that your curiosity it still taking hold; You lack the fear that he's trying to instill in you.
He takes a step forward, and you can hear his armor hiss and grind as he lowers to a knee, now only a head taller than you as you sit. He puts his hand on your shoulder again, but it lacks the gentleness it had the last time, as he grabs tight and forces you to face him. You wouldn’t be able to pull away even if you wanted to; And while he is still trying to be gentle, his gauntlet still yearns to bruise your skin underneath your clothing. The seams of his armor dig into your flesh even through the fabric.
“They are going to be crawling over the ship soon. Do not let them even see you. You cannot run from them and they will know it.” His hand makes sure you can’t look even the tiniest bit away from him. “They will take advantage of your weakness. You must stay here, in your quarters, or close to me. I was charged with protecting you, and I will see it through.”
There’s not many places on this ship you go, at least without him. He is your guard, or perhaps more accurately your handler. He is in charge of making sure you don’t wander where you don’t belong, as even if the Salamanders have been welcoming to a remembrancer on their ship, they have their limits. For your safely and their privacy.
This ship- A world for giants, it isn't meant for someone like you either. Ralkan makes it a bit easier to navigate.
Though out of all the titles he's been given, he seems to enjoy calling himself your knight first and foremost. You assume it’s simply a part of their culture, you’ve heard other Salamanders call themselves knights as well. The tone is different, but you assume it’s simply Ralkan’s own brand of oddity. Perhaps he isn't fully cognizant of the intimate undertone behind saying such a thing to you.
Stuck in his grip, your nose wrinkles as you try to say something in defiance, to learn a bit more, but you know this it all you'll get from him. Even if you ask sweetly.
“I just wanted to know what was happening. I'll," You turn your face away from him and blow air from between your tight lips. "I'll stop the questions about it."
There isn’t much you can say otherwise in the matter anyhow. You want to trust him, and to listen to him, but perhaps it’s simply curiosity that makes you hesitate on the matter. Or naivety he probably assumes, as much as that irritates you.
He lets out an audible sigh of relief, and loosens the hand on your shoulder, it drifting up your neck before it cups your jaw. The other joins it on the opposite side, holding your face in his gauntlets. They're so gentle, even with cold ceramite between your skin and his.
“You know I do this to protect you, yes?” He continues, his eyes soft as they gaze over you. “I only want for you to be safe here. With me. I have seen these astartes before; I know what they are capable of.”
His eyes are warm, brow softened. You always enjoy when he looks at you this way, even if you might fear of what lays between you being far beyond the supposed title of knight and his charge.
He leans forward, and his forehead touches your own. You feel like he wishes to do more, but is forcing it back. Your bare hand lays overtop of his gauntlet, and you smile at him.
But after a moment, he leans back away from you.
“I must leave now. My brothers and I are part of the battalion that is due to greet our temporary allies.”
You so desperately don’t want him to leave, but at the same time, you wonder if the weight on your chest will finally dissipate if he does.
He rises, and in doing so also removes his hands from your jaw. His cape shifts behind him just barely brushing against the floor, and you swear you can hear the crackling of a vox channel in his helmet. His battalion must be calling for him.
“I will return soon. Please, do not forget what I have said.” You nod in understanding, and pick up your pen. He smiles at you after you do, and turns to leave. You turn to watch for a moment, until he's out of your sight. You turn back to face the table and let out a sigh, rubbing your jaw.
You didn’t want him to leave, but at times Ralkan can be so, suffocating. His very energy is that way, many of the astartes are, but Ralkan seems to have his grip around you particularly tight.
You sum it up to him being dedicated to the safely of their brand new remembrancer. The sheen of a new toy that hasn't worn off yet. Or perhaps him simply wishing to make sure you don't deviate from the path, and tread where you aren't welcome.
You assume the ladder, though the way he looks at you fills you with doubt.
You aren't opposed to him being fond, but he is so overwhelming. You might consider yourself lucky you think you feel the same way, as you don't know if you'd be able to get free of his grip if you didn't.
You don’t forget his words, but as you write word after word, and the drawing of Commander Artellus's face slowly forms, your mind begins to fall into the paper, and his voice becomes little more than a tickle in the back of your mind.
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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.
#space marine husbandry sentience#warhammer 40k#fanfiction#x reader#reader insert#adeptus astartes#adeptus astartes x reader#space marine#space marine x reader#oc: blasius#death guard#tw: baby trapping#tw: smut#tw: nsft#tw: noncon#tw: dubcon#tw: yandere#tw: death#tw: body horror#tw: cannibalism#tw: drug?
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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]
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“I’m not meant to be here… I’m not meant to be this! Whatever this is!” Lenora trembled with effort against the binding tendrils from his back. Her rational mind warred with the desire to hurt, to lash out against her captor, to see blood, be it his or her own. But she didn’t want to hurt Erriox, didn’t he say that he was trying to help her survive in his world. Right? They had been bonded for such a long time, he knew how much trust she placed in him. Why would he turn her into this creature? This abomination? She could hear the whispers cackling, amplifying her despair and anger.
She dug her claws into her own palms in effort to stay her hand from instinctively breaking free and take a swipe at him. Blood ran down her palms, staining the stone slab she was pinned on. The pain providing temporary horrifying clarity. Lenora broke down. Those feelings and desire for violence were so confusing. That was not her nature! This feels all wrong! This body! This voice! It’s not hers! She wanted to curl into herself, but Erriox’s weight bearing down on her body prevented her from doing so. “I can’t be.. I’m not…!”
Her tearful babble was cut off by the warpsmith’s forceful kiss, “You are mine. Our bond is iron. You are meant to be with me.” He growled fiercely.
Author’s Note: A short angsty piece from Chaos warpsmith Erriox/Lenora reverse husbandry AU from space marine husbandry sentience tag. I needed to get this out before I forgot.
This is only waking up and discovering that she’s become this thing… this creature… and doesn’t even touch when Lenora finds out that she is bound to Erriox like a demon to its master.
Tagged: @kit-williams @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts @shadowfirecat @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan
#space marine husbandry#space marine husbandry sentience#yandere space marine#oc: chaos warpsmith erriox#oc: lenora#reverse space marine husbandry#chaos erriox au#warhammer 40k#my writing#iron warriors
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octavinelle won the poll, so here y’all go
cw: yandere octavinelle x reader, marine researcher au
It was your legs, they said, which first enraptured them.
They’d never seen human legs before, not so close that they could reach out and stroke across the lustrous skin. Their slimy, web-like hands squeezing the plush of your thighs, sliding down to drag their sharp claws gently over your calves, before moving to your feet, fascinated by the rotation of your ankles.
You’d shuttered at the touch, but back then, you’d told yourself that all their curiosity would be worth indulging in if it meant completing your research project. You were just lucky to have encountered mermen actually willing to work with you.
But that was the thing - it was never just a simple touch. Azul was better than the twins, but even he pushed your boundaries when he knew he could get away with it.
It was a simple trade, a quid pro quo: they’d teach you about mermen, and you’d teach them about humans. It was entirely fair, Azul had said, that if you were poking around in their business, they should be allowed to understand yours as well.
Unfortunately for you, they were all hands-on learners.
A question from Jade about hamstrings turned into a graze of claws along your thigh, exploring wherever he wished. At the beginning, you might’ve assumed he was the most normal of his group. He’d feigned respect, apologizing for the inconvenience, but the glint in his eyes and the serrated teeth peeking out behind his gentle grin made you think twice.
Azul’s ‘fascination’ about mammalian swimming capabilities was his excuse to get you into the ocean, his tentacles poking and prodding at your flesh curiously. He’d even generously offered to carry you in his many arms: only once he’d forced you too far out into the ocean for you to fight against the current, of course.
Floyd didn’t care to keep up the same pretences as Jade and Azul. If he wanted his part of the exchange to be dragging you out into the ocean and watching you struggle until he swooped in to save your exhausted body from drowning, he’d do it. He’d laugh in your face too, making sure to take his sweet time getting you back to shore, while being sure to make himself comfortable cuddling you into him when you were too tired to tell him to give you some space.
Even then, you’d tell yourself it was worth it. Not just listening to them, but really living with mermen gave you the chance no other researcher had ever had.
Sometimes it wasn’t so bad.
You had to admit, Azul’s surprising neediness sent a pang of guilt to your heart for being separated from him for so long on the days you returned to your lab to report your findings to your supervisor. You’d let him cling to you those days, his tentacles gripping across your entire body, as you reassured him that you wouldn’t just disappear one day.
Jade was a surprisingly good listener and a thoughtful conversationalist. He was perfectly content to let you ramble and complain about your manipulative boss or terrible pay, as long as you allowed him the pleasure of resting your head on his lap, his fingers combing through your hair, unexpectedly mindful of his claws.
Even Floyd had his good days, when he was satisfied by you hanging onto his shoulders, his arms gripping your thighs as he gave you a ride across the coast, ensuring he stayed high enough up for you to comfortably keep your head above water.
You’d become so comfortable with them, it was hard to see what was becoming of your relationship with the mermen. The change from low-tide to high-tide went unnoticed, as you sank into the depths, not realizing your mistake until there was nothing left for you to do but thrash helplessly.
It began when Azul started bringing you gifts. He’d gotten progressively more shy, the more he got to know you, the savvy businessman front he’d thrown up falling away to something else. He wasn’t really any less manipulative, but this time he used his emotions to prey on your kindness instead.
You were lucky enough to have gone into your research knowing more about mermen courting rituals than the average human, giving you the sense to try and put up boundaries between you and Azul. No matter how much you cared for each other, your relationship was one of professionalism, as upon your initial agreement.
Azul had only pouted and proceeded to sulk. How could you not accept his gift of a iridescent seashell? He’d gotten it just for you, it was beyond rude to reject it after all the trouble he went through. And here he was, presenting it to you without the expectation of anything in return. That was rare for him, to be so altruistic.
He’d suggested he might be tempted to hide away forever with his embarrassment, forcing you to accept his gift, despite your hesitancy. Your boss had been very clear that messing up this project meant the termination of your job, and that wasn’t something you could afford right now.
The shell certainly was beautiful, but that only made things worse. Azul absolutely insisted that you keep it with you at all times, so to keep him happy, you’d strung it on a neckless to wear.
Spotting it on your neck only made Floyd pout, and the cycle of upsetting and caving to the needs of your mermen began again.
Jade wasn’t as jealous as Floyd, so he didn’t demand anything extra of you, even after noticing the ‘claim’ Azul had placed on you with his courting gift. He was perfectly happy to watch you squirm under Floyd’s attentions, though.
Floyd had insisted that it wasn’t fair. Azul had gotten to breach that line with you, cross a boundary you’d set for them long ago. That meant you must favour him, right? That wasn’t very nice of you, Shrimpy. Better do something to make it up to him, to show Floyd that you like him just as much as Azul.
Careful, Jade had warned, Floyd tends to be much less…kind, when he doesn’t get what he wants.
That was all it took for you to cave, allowing Floyd to push back your shoulders so that you laid flat against the wet sand, the waves brushing gently against your ankles every few seconds.
He quickly pushed up beside you, slimy hand taking your cheek in his palm and brushing his thumb across your lips as he turned you to face him. You’d only had a second to catch a glimpse of his thrilled look before he crashed your lips against his own.
Soft lips parted your own and a long tongue pushed into your mouth, his sharp teeth almost catching on your flesh.
Floyd pulled back after he was satisfied, grinning at you and promising to come back with a special treat for you later, before diving back into the ocean and disappearing.
A soft chuckle reminded you that you weren’t alone. Floyd always was impatient, Jade had admonished. You’d barely noticed him creeping closer. But now that you’d given his brother and Azul something, he’d admitted to feeling left out.
A kind soul like yourself would hate to let that go on, wouldn’t you?
As your shoulders were gently laid in the sand once again, it was Jade’s form which hovered over you this time.
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soft yandere luffy
- mention of marking, but in a non sexual way
- this is all rather repetitive but UGH im sorry i couldnt not think more abt yandere luffy
he gets so jealous so so easily. hes so needy and starved for your attention and touch that he really cant comprehend the idea of you not giving both of those things to him. he will fiddle with your fingers, playing with them as a way of keeping skinship. he will lay his head on your lap or shoulder, taking up as much space as possible.
hes so possessive over you, the fact youre his crewmate is what really drives this possessiveness. why are you giving other people the time of day when youre his? hes your captain so pay attention to him already!!! likes pulling the captain card for no reason, "as your captain!!! you need to come cuddle with me now :3"
he will pout (like really, really pout - his bottom lip glistening with saliva and jutted out as he beggingly looks up at you) and whine audibly (voice trembling and everything, going up and down in pitch to convince you to listen to him), attempting to drag you off. and when those innocent actions arent enough he starts getting pissed. he gets angry at whatever is taking your time away from him - even if its another strawhat. he will glare, but for the most part sticks to glaring. if its a complete stranger though, thats kind of free game for anyone
"fuck off!!" he would suddenly shout, getting in their personal space and intimidating the fuckkkk out of them. "leave us alone!"
and then obviously no psychopath would try crossing luffy, so they run away with their tail in between their legs. and then luffy goes back to being cheery and all smiles. he shoots you his signature grin, buries his head in your neck and shoulders while hugging your waist, murmuring in a very very very happy tone, "mine, mine, all mine, hehe"
very unsettling especially with his usually cute exterior.
loves kissing and hugging you. its all so sloppy and its more saliva than anything, but to him its his favorite way of staking claim as yours and you as his. leaves his mark too. its not really something that is sexual to him, unless he wants it to be. beacuse for the most part it just plays out with him sitting on your lap and forcing your mouth onto his neck, pleading for you to mark him up. so he can confidently parade it around for everyone to see.
he interprets the civilians that stare too long as being intrigued in his relationship status and rushes over to them, explaining how his boyfriend marked him up as his and how he is very happily in a relationship. he is so sporadic when he talks, expressive as he uses his hands to point at all the places on his body you left your mark.
luffy also gets you guys in trouble a lot with marines when the crews supposed to be "secretive" due to their high bounties and then the first thing he says is: "hi! im monkey d. luffy and gonna be king of the pirates. this is my boyfriend [name] and hes my treasure!!!" with a really wide grin on his face. not even acknowledging how he exposed you guys as pirates.
soft yandere luffy is innocent 98% of the time, the last 2% are when someone pisses him off by taking up too much of your attention and he needs to release some frustrations. he just wants your love and attention and your time and your affection and your love and your hugs and your kisses. he wants you all the time <3
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Yandere Superhero X Villain! F! Reader
Wanna buy me a coffee: ☕
TW: Dubcon, spankings, kidnapping, bodily horror
PT.2
Your real name is Y/N L/N, but your villain name is Anima. After your latest failure in trying to find a job, you went into the woods to end it all. Then, by some miracle, an entity older than any Abrahamic religion found your dead body and brought you back to life. Your senses were heightened, and you could hear the animal's chatter and noises as words. With a new feeling of power, you went through society doing whatever you wanted. Even if it meant a few people with broken bones or blood on the floor. That was until a superhero by the name of superhero by the name of Ultimate Man appeared and started defeating you in battle.
He isn't going to be a problem anymore after you take him out with your new suit. Not only does it have the abilities and strengths of every animal alive, but it has the strengths and abilities of the extinct ones. It took kidnapping a paleontologist, but it is so worth it.
"Anima, surrender, and you won't get hurt," Ultimate Man commands, floating a few feet above the ground.
"Sorry, but rent's due," You say, running off with the bags of money from the bank.
As you run, he shoots lasers at you, but you dodge them by zigzagging. Unfortunately, this leads to you not paying attention to where you're going, and you run yourself off a harbor walk. The money sinks into the ocean, and you struggle to swim back up. You switch to the abilities of any marine animal, but it's still not helping you. You see your feet entangled in seaweed and try to break free. Your struggle to free yourself has worn you out, and it seems like this is your last run. Your vision goes black as your instincts tell you to go up to the surface and breathe.
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When you open your eyes, your jaw and ass feel sore. You try to talk, but there's a gag in your mouth.
"How dare you be such a bad girl and cause so much trouble? Do you have no respect for anyone in this city? Who cares if your rent is due? Get! A! Fucking! Job!" Ultimate Man rants, spanking your ass after every word.
"MM! MH! AWCH!" You scream, your legs kicking as Ultimate Man uses his godly strength to spank you.
The tight latex suit didn't help with the spankings, in fact, the material made sure your body could feel them at their full force.
"Oh, I see the worst girl of the century has awakened. How does it feel knowing you almost got yourself killed trying to steal money?" Ultimate Man asks, taking off your gag.
His blonde hair with light blue highlights, aquamarine eyes, and skin-tight latex white and blue suit is a sight for the eyes. His appearance is ethereal, representing his alien origin from outer space sent to help out Earth on its newest supernatural threat(you.) Who knew having the power of every animal in existence would warrant alien help for the planet Earth?
"I'm sorry, Ultimate Man. I was only trying to pay my rent. Honest," You plead, bracing for another swat to the ass. "I didn't get the raise at my job, even though I deserve it, and I couldn't pay this month's rent."
"I believe you," Ultimate Man says, his hand still rubbing your ass. "But that doesn't mean I forgive you for what you did. I was so worried when you didn't rise from the water. I thought I lost you forever. I need a suitable mate, and you're the only one with abilities almost equal to mine on this planet."
"I'm sorry, WHAT?! I thought you were in a relationship with that news writer, Lora?" You ask, lifting your head.
"Are you kidding me? We're just friends. She couldn't compare to your beauty and strength. Now then, how about we get to know each other."
Ultimate Man peels off your eye mask, then takes out his contacts. There are no pupils in his eyes, just pools of aquamarine. It creeps you out, but at least he's still hot.
"I'm ☍⍀⍜⎍☍⟒⋏ ⏃⏃⍀☍⟒⋔. But you can call me Krouken Aarkem, which is pronounced Cro-oo-can Ar-kem. My human father calls me Ken. Now, what's your name?" Ultimate Man asks, lifting your body with ease.
"It's Marnie," You lie, not wanting to give him your real name.
His fingertips glow blue, and he places them on your head. Pain takes over your head as he searches through the deepest parts of your memory.
"Y/N M/N L/N. What a beautiful name. I'll make sure to bring over your cat so you can have your baby," Krouken says, removing his hands from you.
You slap him and stumble to the other side of the couch.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" You groan, holding your head.
"What did I do wrong? Please don't be mad at me!" Krouken cries, jumping onto your body and hugging you tightly. "I'll never do it again unless you want me to! I promise! Just don't be mad at me!"
"Alright! Alright! I'm not mad at you! Just get off of me!" You yell, pushing him off you after feeling his boner on your leg.
"Yay! Now, we can engage in the Plutonian ritual we call Improving."
Krouken starts taking off his suit, revealing his naked body to you. You back up but bump into the couch, leaving you nowhere to run. He touches your suit, liquifying the material and making it fall off your body like water. Krouken kisses you, his hand tracing every part of your body as if he were memorizing it.
"Your heart is beating fast? Do you want to fight me?" Krouken asks his hand on your chest.
"No. It's just something the human body does when we feel certain emotions," You explain, holding Krouken's hand.
"So you are excited to Improve too? Excellent, I can move forward," Krouken replies, his two dicks merging into one with the width of an adult's fist.
Your eyes widen in fear of the inhuman cock in front of you. There was no way it was going to fit. It was too wide to fit in your human pussy. If it were to go inside you, you'd feel it in your lungs.
"Wait, I think we should-" You plead, only for Krouken to shove his massive cock inside of you.
You can feel it moving inside as if his dick was made from thousands of little suction cups that were kissing your vaginal walls. Krouken's arm holds you in place, and he thrusts.
"Keep going, Krouken!" You moan, lifting your leg and putting it on his shoulder.
Krouken bites and sucks your nipples as he thrusts faster, his dick suction cups losing their grip and becoming more slippery.
"You're never going to be a bad girl ever again. I'm going to fill your stomach up with so many babies that you'll never be able to think of doing stupid shit without having trouble standing up. You're going to birth the next generation of my people. You're mine, all mine. Not those villain's colleague or someone else's enemy, mine," Krouken rambles, thrusting at an inhuman rate, destroying whatever tightness your pussy had.
His eyes become white as he cums, his alien cock suction cups releasing thousands of sperm. Upon his sperm's release, his genital suction cups regained their grip on your walls, and sucking on them, making you go into overdrive. You cum on his dick, and he shudders. Both of you relish in your afterglow, sweat dripping from your body.
"So, what did you think of Improving?" Krouken asks, his head resting on your breasts.
"It was good. By the way, why do your people call it that?" You ask, rubbing Krouken's wet hair.
"Because we improve each other's bodies. Once my seed is in you, it will rework some human DNA so you'll be more like me and vice versa. Your skin is already starting to become shiny and ethereal like my skin," Krouken answers, kissing your neck.
Your body feels extremely hot, like lava is in your veins, and your eyes are burning like no tomorrow. Your spine releases a horrifying crack as your body involuntarily jolts upwards. All you can do is scream as your bones and body transform permanently.
#yandere superhero#yandere alien#yandere x reader#f! reader#yandere dubcon#yandere teratophilia#villain! reader#sanyuthewitch05#yandere smut
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You find me attractive when I’m jealous?
-oneshot-
summary: You were away for a while…Zhongli is missing you so badly and is marinating in his dark thoughts…
incl.: Is mostly following Zhongli, Zhongli jealous, dark-ish thoughts on Zhongli’s end, longing also on Zhongli’s end, you're implied to be an artist here (potter), Neuvillette’s name is thrown in the mix, Clothes sharing, pet names, reader is implied to be male but could be read as gender neutral
pairing/s: Zhongli x reader, Zhongli x male reader, Zhongli x gn reader
warning/s: talks of tying and locking you up, slight yandere themes
note: took me a day and then some to write this...hoot hoot…part 2?
☆masterlist☆
You were away on a business trip to Fontaine, overseeing the expansion of your business into the region, leaving your significant other back in Liyue. This marked the first extended separation for both of you.
As the days stretched into weeks, Zhongli found himself wrestling with unfamiliar emotions, the absence of your presence gnawing at him like an unrelenting hunger. Each morning became a battle against solitude, with the memory of your loving kisses at the start of the day serving as a constant reminder of your absence.
Lying on your side of the shared bed, mentally preparing himself for yet another day without his love by his side. He buried his nose into your pillow, unable to muster the heart to change the sheets. A lingering hint of your scent still clung to them, offering a faint reminder of you.
Once he deemed his morning ritual complete, Zhongli moved to ready himself for the day ahead. However, when it came to selecting his attire, he found his own wardrobe lacking in appeal. His gaze wandered to your side of the closet, “I’m sure Y/n wouldn’t object…”
Dressing in your crisp white shirt brought solace, as your scent enveloped him. He should’ve done this earlier, your scent lingered on your clothes, not too much but enough to make him be reminded of you just like the pillows.
Zhongli stood by the window, watching as the early rays of sunlight danced across the Liyue skyline. As he gingerly held the cup in his hands, marvelling at the intricate patterns adorning its surface.This particular set had been lovingly crafted and gifted by you to commemorate your fifth anniversary, he found comfort in your delicate craftsmanship, a testament to your talent admired across nations.
The demand for your team’s products surged in Fontaine, preparations for a new store were underway, drawing you to the region. While Zhongli brimmed with pride over your achievements, yet a tinge of melancholy gnaws at him due to the prolonged separation from you, accentuating the bittersweet nature of your success.
His thoughts wandered into a darker place. Image of you in Fontaine, surrounded by strangers and perhaps, other admirers. The mere thought twisted his stomach into knots, igniting a fire of jealousy deep within.
Zhongli’s eyes roamed, unable to ignore the lingering traces of your presence-subtle reminders of the life both you shared. The empty space echoed with memories of shared laughter and more…intimate moments, now replaced by a haunting silence that seemed to mock his solitude. His nails elongated into claws, digging into the table as frustration and longing intertwined within him.
In the depths of his heart, Zhongli acknowledged that his jealousy was irrational, stemming from fear and insecurity rather than any tangible evidence of wrongdoing. Despite his efforts, he couldn’t silence the voice of doubt that whispered poison into his ear, clouding his thoughts and judgements.
And so, the days turned into weeks and the distance between you grew daunting, Zhongli found himself trapped in a prison of his own making, his heart consumed by the flames of jealousy that threatened to consume him whole.
However, amidst the growing anticipation of your return, Zhongli’s heart leapt at the sound of your voice echoing through the halls of your shared home. “Zhongli~, I’m home,” you called out, your presence immediately illuminating the space. He perked up, turning to behold you standing in the doorway, your smile as radiant as ever, almost banishing all negative thoughts in his head. Setting down the bags you were holding, you stretched out your arms, offering a warm embrace.
Zhongli did not hesitate to leap into your arms. Hand resting on your shoulder, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. He took a hearty inhale of your scent fully expecting to bask in you for a bit. However, amidst the warmth of your embrace he caught a lingering scent of an unfamiliar dragon.
He pulled away your hands still wrapped around his body. “Who were you with?” His voice carried a low growl.
“Ah, it's quite a story actually…the Chief Justice of Fontaine, sir Neuvillette saw me off.” You did not question why he was asking, too focused on holding him as close as possible at the moment.
Zhongli’s gaze intensified as he caught another whiff of this Neuvillette person. His hands curled in anger, nails digging into your back.
“You’re lying,” His voice still low and dangerous, his eyes fixed on you.
“Hm? No?” you countered, meeting his gaze steadily. “Sir Neuvillette merely bid me farewell on my way out.”
Zhongli leaned closer, his breath heavy against your skin, his eyes a blaze with jealousy, his disapproval of the Chief Justice becoming increasingly apparent.
“Was it a quick farewell?” He inquired, his voice laden with tension.
“It was brief and cordial,” you said in a steady tone, mind connecting the pieces together. He’s clearly jealous. You pulled away, your smirk betraying your amusement as you caressed his cheek gently.
The touch caused Zhongli’s breath to hitch, his body tensing momentarily. The scent of another man lingered on your clothes, fueling his suspicions despite your reassurance.
“Jealousy looks good on you my love,” you chuckled. Your playful words only served to deepen the ache of his burning jealousy, leaving him torn between desire and doubt.
His grip loosens and instead of anger an annoyed expression etched on his face. “You find me attractive when I’m jealous?” His jaw remained clenching, brows furrowed.
Leaning in, you whispered into his ear, “Absolutely divine, my love,” a playful tease dancing on your lips.
Zhongli questioned himself: Was his jealousy warranted? As he observed your nonchalant demeanour, every sign seemed to point to your truthfulness. Yet, a darker thought crossed his mind-what if he simply took you, tied you up, and never allowed you to leave the house again? All that you offered to the world would then be solely his…
It wasn’t such a terrible thought…He is a deity, he possessed the power to do it, and no one could stop him. Yet, he realised that such an act would inevitably alter the way his lover would look at him. And that, he couldn’t bear the thought of it.
“Love? What are you thinking?” Oh right Zhongli was still wrapped in your arms.
“I’m thinking of tying you up.” To his bafflement you burst out laughing.
“Zhongli, my love, you always have the most dramatic ideas.” You look surely amused but Zhongli is surely debating whether he should go through with it or not.
You both dropped the subject but Zhongli kept this thought in the back of his head just in case…
word count: 1,120
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yandere! merman!chu wanning with a male!researcher!reader scenario
Warnings: Canon Divergence/Alternate Universe, Obsessive behavior, implied bullying, and OOC.
There may also be possible triggers in this story.
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It hadn’t been that long since the merfolks first made contact with the humans, and definitely not enough time for any self-respected scholar to drop everything and study them. Whether it was blessing in disguise or simply dumb luck, you, a leading researcher in xenobiology, volunteered to be the one to carry out the task.
You would live in a small cottage overlooking the sea, near a merfolk’s nest, though you weren’t sure if that is even the correct terminology to use to describe their habitat. It would probably be better to use the terms lower world and higher world. After all, the merfolks still maintained a cautious line of behavior and were not truly ready to meet any humans, much less a researcher who would be documenting everything about them for the next six to seven months. Thank goodness for generous and curious sponsors.
Your territory covered a choppy part of the sea, although it is technically under the water. Beneath the waves were beautiful reefs and unusual marine life forms, most of which had not been discovered yet by other biologists, until now. Although you were cautious when diving, the merfolks had warned you about the others living in the lowlands and not to remove anything from their environment unless there was consent from the leader. You began to spend less time swimming in unknown territory and more time on land to communicate with the merfolk who were willingly to participate in a mutual research experiment, all in the name of learning how to coexist with one another.
The merfolks’ settlement was called the Summit of Life and Death. While you were not well acquainted with the other merfolk, it wasn’t your place to judge why they named certain landmarks or customs that were part of their everyday life.
However, from the small group of merfolk who were willingly to communicate with you, there is one who kept coming back even when he did not seem like a friendly one at all. His name was Chu Wanning, and his physique resembled more of a shark than a merman with his silver tail that reflected golden right beneath the rays of the sun and his thin, sharp facial features. His eyes were the most fascinating feature of him, in your opinion; the inky irises resembled an eternal winter, or a phoenix who could not be reduced to ashes even if he were at death’s door.
You did your best to keep your questions as brief as possible while giving him as much personal space as needed so he did not feel more uncomfortable than he already did, though you were always excited to see and talk to him with each passing day. Chu Wanning might believe those lovely webbed hands of his were too ugly for any human to see, but not you. They could not possibly be dry or unpleasant to the touch. Neither could the merman himself, this creature who appeared to have been carved from marble and given life, cold and beautiful. This strange, aloof merman who always maintained eye contact when speaking to you and exchanged information about his culture and customs, but never anything personal. You would never dare to cross that line when he has already given you so much, his words slowly filling the pages of your research journal.
You did not know what it meant for him when he brought a small group of younger mermen with him on your next visit, but this unexpected development did allow you to interact with the most sociable, talkative, and shameless mermaid you have ever met: Mo Ran.
Unlike his peers or his mentor, the scales of his obsidian tail shimmered beneath the sunlight as a light shade of crimson. Apparently it was very rare for someone of the merfolk to possess such a dark colored tail as Mo Ran did. Other clans speculate it is a sign of a terrible omen to befall upon those closest to them in the distant future. While he said this with a casual smile, waving it off as superstition…you could see the faintest glimmer of sadness in his eyes, and the way he looked at one of the other mermen, Shi Mei, you believed was his name.
“If it means anything, coming from a human…I believe your tail is very beautiful.” You said, smiling softly as your deft fingers flipped to another empty page, steadying the pen in your hand. “What else can you tell me about the courting customs between the merfolk?”
“Why do you want to know so much about us anyway?” He fired back, face flushed, no doubt from exposure to the sun. “Do you plan on courting that cold-hearted bastard? You know it’s forbidden for a merman to interact with humans, much less fall in love with them.”
Your brow disappeared into your hairline at his words. “Chu Wanning has been nothing but polite and cordial towards me in this experiment.” You answered carefully. “Furthermore, all of this information will be collected in a book to share with fellow scholars. If there is anything that he does not wish for me to share with the world, I will gladly omit it. I will not jeopardize our…tentative relationship, for a rise in status. There are more important things in life than being a renowned researcher, you know.”
Mo Ran just stared at you with a stupefied expression. Perhaps he believed you had ulterior motives, another selfish reason why you would even bother doing all of this. Perhaps he thought you were the oddest human you had ever met. Perhaps this is the first time he had someone speak about his master without any animosity, or any animosity towards his kind. Either way, you hoped he was satisfied with your answer. And he seemed to be, or just decided to change the subject by going into excruciating detail about the courting rituals of mermaids. He was about to sing into your tape recorder and provide an example of the bawdy love poems that were performed by the males to their intended mates, when Chu Wanning suddenly appeared behind the young shark.
He seemed…quite furious. He didn’t even give the poor thing a chance before he lectured the daylights out of Mo Ran, going so far as to say that mermaids do not sing such shameless lyrics unless they are actually desperate to attain the affection of their desired mate, even when they rejected them for whatever reason.
Mo Ran glared balefully at his master for a long moment, then spared you one more glance before he disappeared beneath the white-capped waves with a flick of his glistening tail.
To your shock, the great Chu Wanning lowered his head and apologized for his disciple’s behavior, promising to punish Mo Ran for acting so unsightly.
“It’s quite alright, really.” You reassured him quickly. “He wasn’t being disrespectful, he was….very honest. And he kept me company. Though, if I may be so bold to say this, I do enjoy your company quite a bit more than Mo Ran’s.”
You said, smiling at him, glancing down at your journal briefly to flip to a crisp, new page. “So, where did we leave off from our last conversation? I believe it was something to do with the mythology behind the summit’s origins?”
“…Mn.”
You took the singular syllable as confirmation, your grin stretching from ear to ear in utter delight and anticipation. What you did not realize back then, your head being so wrapped up in possible theories and many other ideas, is that your companion was physically and mentally relieved to know that you were not besotted with Mo Ran in any manner beyond a scholarly fascination.
It eased his mind tremendously, because he has already begun to secretly make the necessary arrangements to commence a courting ritual of his own. Obviously, you were the one he wished to serenade. The desire to claim you and present all of the treasures in the world at your feet…it’s suffocating, but in such a lovely way that it sent pleasant tremors up his spine at the thought of being your mate, husband, whatever you prefer to refer to a lifelong companion by human terms.
After all, that’s why you had continued to actively seek him out ever since you have arrived, is it not? Because you see him as not someone who is coveted for his strength and position as the master of Sisheng Peak, but someone who yearns for love, and you believe he is worthy of love and being loved in return even when he is an imperfect, disgusting creature.
Right?
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How Our Seeds Grow (Pt. 3)
Platonic Yandere WBP & Young Child!GN!Reader
Main|First|Next
Warnings: Drugging of a minor (for sleeping purposes) and ongoing kidnapping/emotional distress.
Word Count: 1,739
You had known that the ship you were on was just a small contingent vessel for the main flagship, the Moby Dick, but you hadn’t realized just how massive it was until well after sunset. The Yonko ship somehow growing bigger and bigger as the crew started preparing to offload the cargo and making preparations to tie up the ships. It was bigger than any base you’d been assigned to.
You tucked Cream into your new bandana and anxiously carded your hands through Stefan’s fur. The dog whining and squirming happily with pleased licks to distract you. But you couldn’t look away.
How could any ship be this big?
You sucked in an anxious breath as you were suddenly lifted up into someone’s arms.
Phoenix held you firmly to his chest with one arm, the other brushing over your back in soothing motions.
“Easy, baby bird. We called ahead so they know to expect you. Thatch is especially eager to meet you.” Phoenix whispered with a small smile. Cream poked out of his shell and patted your chin with a small murmur. “Oyaji is also happy to meet you. It’s been a while since we’ve had someone so young aboard.”
“Ready to go, commander!” Someone shouted, drawing your attention to the rope ladder leading up to the Moby Dick’s deck. Phoenix took confident strides and easily scaled the ladder with one hand, your arms wrapped around his neck as the ocean lapped between the two ships below.
You gasped as Phoenix cleared the deck, seeing the top for the first time. Lights illuminating the space as several pirates milled around the recessed area. There, in the middle, was Whitebeard.
You knew what he looked like, obviously. But no bounty poster you’ve ever seen could explain how big he was. It explained the size of his ship, to put it lightly. The aged Yonko sat there, perfectly relaxed in the crisp night air. Scars scattered across his chest, no weapon in sight. You should be frightened. You were frightened. Wide eyes fixed on the tallest man you’d ever seen. Any other time, anywhere else, you wouldn’t have needed to be told to run from him.
His eyes bounced between the pirates on deck, the ones newly returned, and finally on Phoenix. And you. His features softened as he took you in from the decreasing distance thanks to Phoenix’s confident steps across the deck. Coming to a stop just a few feet shy of his large boots. Whitebeard leaned forward, resting his elbows onto his knees as Stefan yipped and spun in circles around the old captain’s feet. Large hand dangling and teasing the dog idly, his eyes still not leaving yours even as Stefan licked his fingertips.
You’d been looked at a lot in your life. Sizing glances and assessing stares. Disapproval and sneering distain. Pity and affection in stolen moments before you inevitably left for another base.
Whitebeard felt old but sturdy. Like mountains and the sea. And he looked at you like you were a child. Not a marine or a recruit or street urchin taking up valuable space. Just a child standing at the edge of the tide pools, lost in his gaze. Even through the birdsong in your heart, you could hear the rumbling of his devil fruit. A deep, rolling call in tunnels deeper still. A warning and reassurance in one. The echo of a laugh shifting in the cool earth.
“Welcome back, my sons. And who have you brought home?” Whitebeard asked, the idle chatter on deck falling silent despite the soft tone. Phoenix shifted you on his side, not putting you down or letting go.
Despite addressing Phoenix, it was clear from Whitebeard’s gaze that he was waiting for you to answer.
Your voice felt caught in your throat for a moment until Cream poked out his head with a grumble.
You stammered your name out nervously, voice just loud enough to carry to the attentive Yonko.
“—and this is Cream.” You ducked your head, still clutching Phoenix’s shirt as Cream puffed up seemingly in defiance. “’m an ensign.” You mumbled, holding onto your bandana anxiously.
Phoenix sighed, patting your back.
“We’re working on it.” Fire Fist declared, ruffling your hair. “They’ve got a weird devil fruit, Oyaji! Utterly wasted in the marines, even gramps would have taken better care of them!”
Whitebeard gave a curious hum, glancing at Fire Fist before looking back at you.
“We found them on the island we were restocking at. Their devil fruit makes other user’s powers stronger—the marines had them partnered up with some weak fire fruit user. They were mistakenly given orders to confront Ace and make a break if someone else showed up. Their ‘partner’ broke their nose when they tried to get him to leave. Obviously, the marines couldn’t be bothered to properly protect their ‘assets’.” Phoenix shrugged under the very interested gaze of his captain.
Whitebeard scoffed.
“Sengoku must be getting soft in the head, my child. We’re not too far from Linlin’s territory. If she knew such a fruit existed—if Kaido knew such a fruit existed… what fools, leaving you so undefended.” You couldn’t help but break away from his gaze, chest aching.
What was there to say? You knew your assignments were unusual. Your whole situation was unusual.
You gave a helpless shrug.
“They were worried about side effects. I think.” Was all you could offer.
“Side effects?” Phoenix asked. You looked at him helplessly.
“Yeah. Some sort of draw back. My partners are all pretty mean, usually. Maybe that was my fault?” You murmured. Phoenix’s expression shifted, eyes dark and cutting as he clicked his tongue loudly.
“Or maybe their egos couldn’t take depending on a kid. Forget about them, baby bird. The marines had their chance.”
“Yeah! Mean bastards putting a kid to work like that, honestly, who does that!?” Fire Fist huffed.
“Enough.” Whitebeard declared, drawing your attention back to him, his eyes softening. “Welcome home, child. You’re safe here now, no matter what happens.”
Your heart shuddered, eyes pricking with tears.
When was the last time anyone said that to you?
“Exactly! I’m not too late, am I?” A man declared, bursting out onto the deck with a mug in his hand and a large cookie wrapped with a napkin. His pompadour swayed as he scanned the deck animatedly, eyes lighting up as he spotted you. “There you are little cutie pie! It’s a little late, but I made a welcoming treat, just for you!”
He bounded over, offering you the mug and cookie. They were both a bit big for you, but you couldn’t exactly say no.
“Uhm… thank you? You didn’t have to, mister…” you cocked your head, noting how warm the mug and cookie were. “Twin-Blade.” You realized decisively. His name finally clicking.
He pouted despite being a grown man.
“Ah, honey! No! Call me Thatch!” He cried out as Phoenix huffed.
“Really, Thatch? A cookie before bed?” Phoenix strode past him. You turned to wave back at Whitebeard.
“O-Oh… nice to meet you, mister Whitebeard.” You called back as Twin-Blade jogged to keep up. You could hear the captain laughing as Fire Fist commented something too soft to hear.
He reached you as Phoenix descended below deck, hand reaching out to lift up the mug.
“Drink it while it’s hot, kay?” Twin-Blade advised. You adjusted your grip and took a sip.
Milk and honey?
You’d never had that before. The warm sweet drink washing down the large cookie still hot from the oven.
“Did you remember to set up their room?” Phoenix taunted.
“Of course I did! Fresh sheets and all!”
The two pirates teased each other as they confidently walked through the halls. The cookie was gone quickly, a few bites given to Cream eagerly.
The walls blurred under warm light, gentle hands pushing the mug up in encouragement. You felt warm and tingly all over, fingertips growing numb as you leaned against Phoenix’s chest with a yawn. Cream rapidly tapping your chin as you blinked slowly. Each time finding it harder to open them again.
The mug was lifted from your limp hands before it could drop.
“Shit, Thatch, how much did you give them?”
They stopped walking, metal tinkling together as a lock clicked.
“It wasn’t that much, I swear! Just enough to help with first-night jitters! I even sized it down since they’re a kid. I guess they’re just exhausted?” You whined as a hand brushed over your damp cheeks. “Aww, sweet pea~Here, lemme help tuck them in. Jeez, they’re so small.”
Your feet and neck were cold suddenly before soft fabric was wrapped around you. Pulled up to your chin, the chill abated quickly.
“Nice thinking with the anchored terrarium.”
“Thanks! This is a pretty big change for a kid, so I figured this would help show them they’re safe.”
Their voices faded out into static as you drifted away. Honeyed milk and chocolate on your tongue.
Today had been immeasurably long and difficult. The last thing you remember is the distant sensation of someone’s fingertips wiping away your tears.
--*--
Thatch held up his hands in self defense as Marco glared at him.
He really did size down the recipe! Their newest sibling must have been incredibly tired to not even make it to their room! And in his defense, they looked tired well before he gave them the special welcoming drink.
Thatch glanced down at them again before looking at the den den mushi with a replacement shell. The snail was definitely glaring at him from the secured terrarium. Usually, they could stay anywhere you wanted without issue, but given how the kid came to them, he figured a dedicated home for the two of them was a good step. The terrarium typically used for quarantine purposes but they had spares anyway.
Marco huffed, fussing with the blankets a little more before shoving him out of the room. It was kind of cute how protective Marco was being. It’d been a while since Thatch had gotten to see this side of his brother. Usually, the others on board were more than capable of protecting themselves. But given how fragile the little ‘marine’ was, Thatch couldn’t blame him. Poor kid was clearly overwhelmed.
Hopefully a good night’s rest will help with that. Even if it was… a bit deeper than normal.
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Imagine your yandere astartes as their miniature versions in the husbandry verse. And their darlings are their baseline human companions who fostered them.
See you wanna know what the horrifying thing is. I know for your version of Husbandry they're all mini... mine are all canonical heights aka full blown astartes. Lets see if I can make them work in a platonic setting (spoiler probably not) ((NOT SORRY FOR TULIO))
What is Canon: the "fostering"
SO LETS GO
Azazel
She jumped as the Dark Angel leered around the corner just being a creepy ass Dark Angel. Foster an Astartes it will help with adjustment back to civilian life. They said... "Jesus Christ Azazel. Stop that." She grumbles just pushing past him eager to get this fostering over with.
Dark Angels were notorious in fostering, not because they were human killers... but because they would just up and leave or hardly interact with the human until their allotted time was up. Azazel was like that at first but then he started to stalk her.
She limps to her couch as her leg seizes up slightly... damn nerve and muscle damage. She covers her eyes as she claws the arm of the couch but she soon feels thick fingers against her leg slowly loosening the muscle and she looks to him as she sighs out a thanks not hearing his muttered 'You're welcome.'
Palion
She was a MUSE! A darling! A GODDESS! Palion could feel it! The special thing that his human having brothers fawned over. He was certain he felt it for her even if she stayed inside so often. She told him one day as she was brushing his hair that she only did this to try to stop feeling alone after the accident. He bleeds for her plight as her home was so barren and plain it was his job to bring LIFE to it and Palion did.
He beamed over her small smiles and the little victories. Oh he was fostering her more than she was fostering him but this is what he was made for! He was certain of it... had not everything gone to shit he would be some place with a broken muse tending to her.
"Palion... maybe we can go outside for a small walk today." She spoke and he trilled with excitement.
Harram
He looked to Farum as he knows he wasn't her first choice to occupy her time as Harram wasn't foolish he could tell she was still in mourning. And he could feel a fledgling bond flutter between them but she was trying her best to keep a happy face even when at night he could hear her sob at night.
Harram simply spoke to her and embraced her tightly as she just needed to be reassured. He would help shore up the fortress of her heart. The siege of death was always a hard one and he was here to help shore up the holes and build a better fortress as that is what he was there for.
Arkyn
He picked you up and just nuzzled the back of your head. You have a feeling you've met this Space Wolf once before when you were a young woman maybe a teenager but it doesn't matter as he wraps you up in pelts just burying you in a nest made of pelts wanting to show off how well he has done during hunting season.
She yawns sleepily as the cozy little cabin feels so snug and lived in with Arkyn taking up the lead as hunter letting her focus on other things that when she would do her stints of survival off the grid left her rushing to complete before winter. She enjoyed the way he provided for her in a way she never felt like the world ever could.
Of course this would all probably end by spring time... but it was worth this momentary happiness.
Ghosk
"Ghosk you little shit!" His darling said as he cackled loudly his wings folded on his back as he held her phone out of reach.
No date for you! He crooned in Nostraman to her as she tried to climb up him reaching for her phone.
"Ghosk I swear to God-"
"Swear! Swear! Swear!" He laughs repeating the word in a mocking tone.
She seethed as Night Lords were known for their habit of copying words and using it to scare people. She threw up her hands, "FINE you win I won't go out tonight! Happy?!"
"Very." He purred and pulled her into a wing hug.
Sirus
He saw his moonlight in the pale moonlight and she broke him of his black rage. He saw her look at him with concern before he was swarmed by his brothers deathly afraid that he was approaching her to kill her. He had to find her after! His brothers were helpful and she agreed to foster him to see if she was wanting a bond with him.
He was so thirsty but no blood he drank seemed to quench him but as he cuddled and kissed her neck he could feel his fangs ache as he just wanted a small taste... a little nibble... and he hears her groan under him as he nips hard enough to draw blood and he licks her skin greedily.
"Si... Si stop." She says breathlessly... covering her eyes with an arm... as she tries to separate herself from the blood angel but he holds her under him as their bond strains to remain a simple bond. Her blood is so addictive... and he tries to resist but he leans her head back as he sinks his fangs in and just drinks a little.
Vauth
"Fucking machine." She grumbled as she put her palms against her eyes as she leans back in the seat. She wasn't even suppose to be working she was busy fostering a case of an Iron Hand. He was flagged as a worry to be a human killer... feral Iron Hands were prickly like feral Dark Angels.
Vauth lumbers into her workshop as she is tapping on her machine just googling some troubleshooting. She sighs looking over at him, "Hey big guy I'm sorry about this. No wait what are you doing put it down!" Byte says as she watches how he plugs himself in.
She watches the screen as soon it's no longer stuck on the crash log and suddenly back on the desktop. She cocks her head before looking up at him. "Good job! Thank you! You saved me hours of-"
Byte yelped as Vauth picked her up as he felt it was time for him to get his socializations met.
Zul
Zul wasn't a human killer by any means but every decade or so they had to go through a "fostering" to insure feral astartes weren't human killers unless one had a prior "registered" bond. Zul snorted at the logistics that the Ultramarines came up with and how it worked for the most part. Though he wasn't expecting to "bond" with this little darling. She's a bit timid at the world but her gentle hands touching him... the nails don't dig too deeply. She mutters something about getting them removed but she just withers under his gaze.
He picks her up and just lets a rumble slowly meander its way out of his chest... she needs to talk less and just enjoy this. And as usual she stops fretting and just lets him hold her.
Tulio
She was confused why he was so anxious as she was told Ultramarines were a haughty breed... confident... but he looks at her like he's nervous. For Tulio he wasn't sure if this is what a bond entailed as suddenly this small humble woman came into his life and he felt like a mess!
He wanted to hold her tightly against him! He wanted to pepper her with kisses! He felt the bond yes but when he saw her his mind raced to something far more then just a bond! He was worried to touch her or be in her presence for too long or else he was certain that he would do something... unsavory. But a part of him hopped... she would reciprocate.
Solos
He croaks the same word to you again and again whenever he sees you. You're a skilled enough handler and a semi feral Death Guard was a... challenge. However he seemed to warm up to you rather quickly. Though ever since getting Sol... you've been a bit more tired and weaker but Sol has been happy. You wonder what he calls you... you hope it's not some insult.
"Well Sol you're with me for another week and then you're free to go. Though you're free to come and go big guy." She says petting his cheek as he croons back.
Oh Lovie... I aint ever leavin ya. He purrs into your hand.
Nakht
She sighs as her Macaw dances on her shoulder before free flying over to Nakht just talking to him in high gothic. Betrayed by her own bird! Nakht had it made as his darling ran a bookstore! And one that could cater to his tastes as it made him a rather important figure amongst his brothers seeking knowledge... yes it gave him power! But he rumbled to her in his honey dulcet tones.
"Oh stop you trying to butter me up!" You pout playfully as he comes over kissing your temple and then stealing a sip of your hot chocolate as he tells her, what she assumes, about some magical theory beyond her understanding and of course telling her all of those probably smart and fancy words she doesn't understand. She just nods and smiles letting him be his big smarty pants self.
Zhur
He was spared being "culled" by one of his kin who had bonded with a human. This Dolly woman intrigued him as she was tough and hardly took his nonsense. His brother explained to him the bare minimum he needed to do to simply stay alive. He remembers his prophet talking about how they warped the mind.
He might not feel that overwhelming desire... that anxious energy that seems to overtake his brothers and his cousins but he feels a different sort of bond forming. He shudders as she is so willing to let him hold her close as he is slightly touch starved.
He croons such filthy words to her in gothic as she just sits there listening to him unaware of what he says and he doesn't mind that be the case.
Jihias
Word Bearers loved to learn about religions! And Jihias was eager to learn. He grinned at his Lamb, as he was calling her in his mind, she had decided to give him a chance. As he was spared from a culling and he realizes... he was so wrong! He could feel this bond he was told so much about with his Lamb... his precious little lamb. His demon wasn't with him... he couldn't feel him as strongly but if he listened hard enough he could hear its whispers.
And they told him to devour the Lamb. He crooned to her as she was sat by the window drinking her afternoon tea just preaching to her about demons and other things as he still would try to get her to worship the chaos gods but... he also enjoyed this lesser key of Solomon book as well. She smiles against the rim of her teacup before she closes her eyes and his eyes look at her with a different sort of passion then his normal religious zeal.
Nubin
Bev pats the older Salamander as he is just content at relaxing with her. He talks softly to her being a bit of a bastard as he was a stubborn old Salamander but protective of her.
"Yeah don't worry old guy I don't think anything bad will happen to you... just remember you can always just come by."
He rumbles softly holding her close as he closes his eyes to nap until dinner time.
Sor, Kazi, & Moremo
You originally were only fostering Sor and the other two just showed up. Sor enjoyed having them around so you had stopped trying to separate the flock. Though you made them have a nice roost and a cozy place for the three of them... you wake up as Kazi's head is against your stomach... your legs on Moremo's... and your head on Sor's pectoral. You found yourself being dragged into their nest any time you make the mistake of falling asleep on the couch.
"Boys please I need to get up." You groan but you just feel them hold you tighter... Oh maybe you can just get your morning coffee in thirty more minutes...
Alpharius?
Omegon follows his Vixen as she pulls out cans of spray paint as the cold night air nips at her. She leaves her tag as he stumbled upon this darling on accident while on another job watching someone else... she was a hacker, an rebel, a free thinker! She just got trapped in his web! And Omegon wasn't willing to let her go.
He feels her lean against him, "I think I've gotten better at spray painting! Not bad for a novice right?"
He looks and chuckles as it's a highly stylized Alpha legion symbol and pets her head. "Good girl. Lets go before your cuteness attracts too much attention."
"You know that's a lame excuse."
"Its a viable threat where I'm from."
"Right big guy. I think you're just a bad flirt." She says with a laugh as he just laughs softly walking away into the shadows.
Roland
She was a Bäckerin! Roland wasn't bothered by the ungodly hour as they walked into the back of the bakery and Roland sighed as it smelt like a warm blanket from his childhood. He let his chest rumble in enjoyment as the scents of freshly baked bread would permeate into his robes and linger in his hair. He could let himself be lazy for a moment just letting himself a slow languid yawn as he feels all warm and fuzzy around her. And a part of him hoped that this good dream would never end... or maybe this was a sign for things to come? He sighs happily.
Tyberos?
Ophelia looks at the giant Astartes in her back yard. She swallows softly as she was certain it was a Night Lord stalking her house but a Carcaradon... they're an odd variety of Loyalist. He looks inside of her one story home as he had tapped on her window. He huffs down at her confused as to why he is here but something in his blood moved his feet to here.
She gently touched his hand just trying to soothe him as he doesn't appear or act like a human killer. Tyberos rumbled in his chest as he has been lurking around for awhile and only recently he felt something call to him. She smiles up at him as her words are soft and soothing... And before Ophelia knew it... she was gone from her room and her house. Astartenapped
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𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝕸𝖊
[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]
Part 2 of 5 - Part 1
Author's Note: Part 2! I know it came out kinda fast, but part 3 might take a bit longer since it's a bit more heavy than these first 2 chapters. It will also feature much more of our spooky man than this one has. Either way, I hope you enjoy meeting our stinky little Night Lord.
Summary: A Night Lord becomes interested in you while you stand under the eyes of your Salamander guardian, and you find yourself stuck between two titans.
Relationships: Yandere Salamander/Fem!Reader/Yandere Night Lord
Warnings: Hints of nsfw at points, Yandere, Size differences, Very toxic suffocating relationship(s), Some knight/princess dynamics, Demeaning language, Both these guys have hero complexes, Violence blood and bruises and possibly death to say without spoilers
Word Count: 3446
You need to eat.
When Ralkan had told you to stay you’d trusted his judgment; Staying put in your quarters. It wasn’t safe for you on your own, not with Night Lords now prowling around. At least in his eyes. You didn’t have enough information to feel either way about it, though you can't say you have no fear of astartes you don't know.
Even when you first came aboard this ship, coming face to face with astartes for the first time- even as their kind faces smiled and they gave you polite dips of their head and welcomed you aboard- you still felt the heart pounding fear of seeing towering warriors on the line between human and something else.
Floating in the vastness of space beside the Flamewrought, Night Lord ships linger around with an unnerving aura you could feel when looking out any of the large viewports. it almost was like the ships were leering, as ridiculous as such a notion sounds.
There wasn’t much you could do in hidden away in your quarters, however. You could only write so much before you could no longer avoid the growling of your stomach, and the way it aches.
You can just go to the mess hall and get something to eat, and rush back to your quarters. It's not as if you have other options in the matter; He surely hadn't expected you to just starve, or get someone to wait on your hand and foot.
You had your fill of that on Terra. You can get your own food, you aren't a child anymore. And this ship is alive and well, you aren't going to let yourself fear some invisible terror in the dark.
Having your fill of hermitry you get up from your desk chair, leaving the small quarters that have been designated as your own. It has only the basics; A bed, a desk and chair, and a few other basics for a human to live. Perhaps it isn't as grandiose as a study in your highrise on Terra, in the shadow of the gilded Imperium palace, but it is far more freeing.
Upon leaving hall was relatively empty; They hadn't felt content to put you in quarters with other baseline humans, but you were still far away from the Salamanders own barracks. You were sure Ralkan had a say in this intentional placement as your guardian.
Down adjacent halls you can sometimes see a hint of dark blue armor pass the corner of your eye as you walk, but by the time you go to look, it’s gone. You've seen glimpses of the Night Lords now that they're aboard the ship, but you've avoided a full confrontation as of yet.
Ralkan's suffocating protection has done a good job of it. However he has his duties and cannot be around you always, and you’ll take the moment to take a deep breath free of him for just a little while.
You would never say you dispised him, but his aggravating behavior has begun to make your quarters feel like a cage. You cant stay in there forever, you have to eat. You doubt he would scold you for such a thing.
When you reach the mess hall you quickly grab a heaping portion of food- anyone who notices pays no heed to the amount- and sit to quickly shovel it all down. It's less than appealing taste is like nothing else now, with how hungry you are, and you find it gone within minutes. Only crumbs are left, and finally you're full again.
You quickly get up and move to shuffle back to your quarters not moments after the last bit of food hits your belly. If you're quick and avoid too many eyes he'll never know, and you two can both continue being sweet on one another with him being none the wiser.
His heart is in the right place; It's just that his grip is far too tight.
Your feet hit the floor at a quick place, walking as fast as you can go. The halls are a bit emptier than they were earlier, but you notice your door is within sight after what feels like only a few minute trek. When you get in, you can continue to write about Commander Artellius, and your time with the Salamanders. Being in travel has made things largely uneventful, other than the edition of the new temporary allies.
You reach towards the door open it, when a voice cuts the air and nearly startles you into to the ceiling.
“Well, what is this?”
The voice is loud, with an odd accent that warps his words ever so slightly. The shadows overtaking you are massive, and they almost seem to have appeared out of nowhere.
Maybe they had been following you. You were too busy staring at your own feet to notice, worried about making it back before a fellow of Ralkan spotted you out and out.
With no other option you turn and look up, gazing over dark blue armor with dents and scratches, marked with brass edging and red accents.
Only one had spoke, but there's three here; The middle is the tallest, but the one to his right is the most scarred; And the one that spoke, judging by the way he's smiling. He's the cockiest one, clearly.
The one in the middle has skin pallid and marked, a massive, jagged scar cutting across the bridge of his nose and brow. You think his irises might be a color, brown or grey, but there’s something in them that almost seems to suck the light out of everything around him and make them almost as black as his hair. But unlike his brother, he's yet to speak a word.
Your hand hovers over the handle of your door, frozen. You've barely even looked to the third Night Lord to your right.
Stuck like prey, you jolt as you spot an armored hand begins to reach towards your face from the corner of your eye, towards your jaw, and you yelp as it clamps around your jawline. Instantly your own hands try to pull at his armored fingers, teeth gritting as he holds far too tight. The cocky one steps a bit closer and turns your face as if examining a curious trinket, before he notices something.
“She’s all bruised,” He says, his thumb shoving your cheek and pushing it.
You were? When Ralkan grabbed you last you saw him he must’ve done so too hard. You can’t feel it hurting, but you are more than used to the smattering of bruises across your skin from him. Even at his most gentle, it’s obvious he isn’t made with it in mind.
You look up at the one gripping you, watching his eyes rake over you. He laughs, a gravely chuckle that you can feel in your chest as his own rumbles. The third one simply watches, body blocking the only escape path away from the other two. He's watching, like the act of doing so is more amusing that actually joining in.
“I thought the Salamanders were supposed to be altruistic.”
The Night Lord turns your face harder, and you gasp trying to pull at his gauntlet to free yourself even a minutia. Your muscles ache, jaw yelling in pain as his gauntlet is like a vice grip around the bottom half of your face.
“Hey, careful.”
The one in the middle finally speaks up for the first time, and the one grabbing you turns to him and scowls, clicking his tongue. His nose wrinkles but he doesn't let go of you, goading his taller brother.
“What, you suddenly care? We don’t feed other people's pets.”
Reaching forward he tugs one of your hands away from your captor's gauntlet, raising it for your captor to easily see.
“Look at the clothes. I think she’s important.”
The one grabbing you scoffs and turns away, pulling you around again. His other gauntlet grabs at your other arm, and looks at your hand. His face perks considerably, and the jolt of fear it sends through you beats all others.
"Ink stains. You don't work. You're soft."
Something on his face and in his voice changes, and you try to dig your heels into the ground in some fruitless effort to stay put.
"Volya." The middle one says as your capture seems to be readying to pick you up. You can barely open your jaw to speak let alone yell, unless someone spots you, you stand no chance of getting out of where ever he's planning on taking you.
"Yeah yeah, she's important; What important person is shoved back here by all the serfs and storage? They won't notice."
You yelp digging your heels deeper, and briefly look at the one who has voiced even the tiniest bit of concern for you. He catches your gaze, and something changes in his eyes as your hands pull at the fingers that hold you.
Moments later he grabs at his battle brother’s gauntlet, the ceramite clanking against each other as armor plates collide. Your captor looks at the taller one like he's furious at just being touched.
“We’re already far out-numbered on this ship. Just leave it. Find a less important one to toy with.”
He looks at his brother for a moment, nose wrinkled and teeth barred, and you can feel the air change like a fight is brewing; But he lets you go.
“Fine.”
Taking his fellow with him the two Night Lords leave you and the tallest of the three, the one who stood up for you, alone. You rub your jaw and look up at him. He watches with an unreadable expression on his unkempt face.
“...Thank you,”
You say, and you’re surprised by the way he reacts to it. Though his surprise fades away, as he smiles. It feels like his teeth are too big for his mouth, his two sharp fangs press against the inside of his upper lip.
“It talks? A surprise.”
Whereas Ralkan is stoic and mindful, this man is the opposite; His smile is cocky and posture relaxed even in his hulking armor. His arms cross, but given the size of his chestplate, the closest he can get to fully doing so is gripping his forearms with the opposite hand.
You swallow the knot in your throat. You know that while he did chase the other two away, it's very well possible it's only because he wanted you to himself.
Though maybe it's that curiosity in you- the thing that Ralkan seems so irritated by- that has you prying for answers rather than just crying and pleading for him to let you leave.
“What is your name? You’re the first of your Legion I’ve met.”
That wasn’t the question he expected to hear, you suppose. His face perks with surprise and curiosity not unlike a child.
“Lev.”
Ralkan told you they enjoy terrorizing the weak, only picking fights that they know they can win by overwhelming odds. You'd say if you didn't cower like prey maybe he would leave you alone, but that's impossible when Lev is a terrifying example of just how little of a thing you are, in comparison to these giants.
But he doesn't seem like how Ralkan described them on first impression, however. Perhaps he’s just hiding it so you let your guard down. Though why would he risk a fight with his battle brothers if that was the case?
“We didn't know they had any of you studious types on board. Do they keep you all locked up?”
You're sure Ralkan would like to, if he had his way with it. Had he been less inclined to take your opinion seriously, you'd probably be chained somewhere in your quarters, right about now.
"I was, informed, to stay in my quarters until you all left the ship."
Lev snorts, his smirk lopsided. Before he has a chance to say anything more, you notice that he has blood coming from one nostril, down his lip. It’s dry, but you wonder if he was in a fight and broke his nose not long ago. The bruising around it and dipping underneath his eyes adds to the theory.
“You’re bleeding…”
You say, gesturing to your own nose. He brushes his gauntlet against his upper lip, and watches dried blood fall to the ground. He licks his upper lip, and more of the blood wipes away. You find yourself more distracted by the gesture than one would like.
“Ahh, one of your Salamanders saying things he shouldn’t have; He could throw a punch, but couldn’t take one.” He smiles at you again.
“I didn’t kill him, if you’re worried about him.” "Believe me, I wanted to. All these overgrown lot are a bunch of stuck up types. You think they'd learn to keep their mouths shut before I take something from it."
You get the hint that he's joking, as odd as that is; Salamanders don't often joke. But you also get the hint that the only reason he didn't kill the man, was that as he mentioned before, he's greatly outnumbered on the Flamewrought.
You hadn't been thinking about the Salamander oddly enough however, too focused on the purple and blue bruising scattered across the hump of his nose. Your eyebrows raise, back still pressed against the wall.
“But, are you ok?”
You mumble, watching his eyes look over you. It almost looks like he thinks you're messing with him, until he seems to realize you were serious, and his expression mellows a bit. He uncrosses his arms and reaches a hand for you, and unlike his battle brother, you don't shirk away from his gauntlet nearly as much.
He grabs your jaw much in the same way his battle brother had earlier, but soft enough that it doesn't hurt.
"You stink like one of them," He remarks, and you assume he's referring to the Salamanders. His fingers grip your chin and pull it upward, exposing more of your neck.
He looked as if he was going to open his mouth and speak more, but a voice cuts through the air and stops him dead.
“Do you not have somewhere to be, Night Lord?”
Ralkan's voice makes your heart nearly stop, though you can’t manage to pull your eyes away from the Night Lord even as he approaches with thundering footfall. Lev however does, and looks towards the Salamander who stands no more than a meter to his right. You can see his face sour as he’s forced to drop his hand.
“Perhaps. But I believe on our arrival you said we were welcome guests, can I not wander?”
Ralkan steps forward, just short of trying to shove his slightly larger body between the both of you. He reaches for you, a massive green gauntlet landing on your shoulder.
“Move along, Son of Curze.”
He gives Ralkan a look. One that while irritated, is pleased that he managed to get under the Salamander’s skin.
But the Night Lord still hesitates to leave, watching as you shrink under the shadow of your returned guardian. For a moment you fear he might start something, with the way he looks at you and follows the arm trailing up your shoulder to Ralkan.
But recognizing the fight isn't one that he's sure he'll be able to win, Lev turns away from your overbearing knight to look down at you with the same smirk he'd given you earlier.
"Another time, little Salamander."
Lev leaves. He walks past the Salamander with not even a look, and just barely they manage to not slam pauldrons as he turns away.
When he is safely out of earshot, Ralkan looks down at you; His expression is still stoic, but you can see the anger hidden beneath it.
“I told you to stay out of their sight,” He says, gripping your shoulder tight. You attempt lightly to pull away, his grip painful, but make little progress.
“I, I’m sorry Ralkan but I had to eat. Did you want me to just starve in there?”
His gaze softens ever so slightly, but you can still tell he’s more than a little bit angry. At you, and himself. Even if he wasn’t at all angry at you, his emotions weigh still on you like lead. He takes this whole protecting you duty that he has been given so incredibly seriously, you wonder how much worse it's going to get until someone else might have to protect you from him.
Ralkan takes a kneel, coming eye to eye with you. Both of his hands now cup the sides of your shoulders, and he looks at you like he's almost pleading at you.
“Now that he has his sights on you there’s nothing that’s going to stop him until he has you.”
Despite his unnerving look, the blood on his face from a fight that put a Salamander on an apothecary table, he didn’t seem to be the way that Ralkan had described them.
Maybe he's lying, maybe Lev is faking it.
“It wasn't like he was going to carve me up; By the Throne, Ralkan he saved me. There was more of them, but he chased them off.” Ralkan lightly shakes you.
“They enjoy toying with things like you. Don’t assume anything.”
You take in a deep breath, your face beginning to get hot with anger. You'd said earlier that this ship was more freeing than Terra, but not that's beginning to not be the case.
“He didn’t do anything, just-“ Ralkan’s brow knits in anger and he cuts you off, speaking angrier than you think you've ever heard him. Astartes voices are booming, and his hits you in the chest as he raises his voice.
“There are Salamanders already injured because of them. I asked you to stay here because I trusted you to heed my warning, if you won’t, then I can bring you to my own quarters and lock you inside.”
You look at him surprised at his anger, and your mouth clamps shut. You're angry at him for threatening such a thing, as much as your not surprised by it, but you can't fight him. Not realistically. You look away from him and try to swallow a knot in your throat at suddenly appeared.
Ralkan, realizing he’s upset you, softens his expression and sighs. His hands slide down from your shoulders to hold your hands in his massive gauntlets. The gesture doesn't go unseen, as you look down at them for a moment. The ceramite is cold and rough on your skin.
“I want you safe. It is my duty now yes, but,”
He hesitates for a moment, before removing one of his hands from your own and cupping the side of your face. You hate that the gesture melts away some of the anger you have welled inside of you.
“I would be beside myself if anything were to happen to you. I want you to be safe for your sake and my own.”
He leans closer. In your personal space, breath fanning across your skin, he closes the gap and presses his lips against yours. You don't move for a moment, before you gently exhale and lean closer to him. His nose presses against your cheek, and you can feel the small scars of his skin brush against yours. With him so close you realizes just how warm he is, astartes always run hot but it's like his blood is fire, your lips and face feel so warm. Though it could be your own flush, body heating up.
When he pulls away from you lips separating with a soft pop, you feel some of that stuffy heat dissipate, but the burn over your face remains.
“I must remove my armor first but, will you return to my quarters with me? I will tell you all about Nocturne. You can rest there as well, if you’d like.”
He’s trying to make it up to you, you can tell. He may not be directly apologizing, but he's trying to give you something he knows you want in an attempt to be sweet on you again. You hate how well it works. If only it didn't feel like he had you trapped in a cage, bars getting tighter and tighter.
With the warmth of his lips still on your own, you nod.
“Alright. Let’s go.”
Ralkan smiles and rises to his feet. He gestures for you to walk beside him and takes your hand in his gauntlet once more, and you both leave your quarters for his own.
#warhammer 40k x reader#space marine x reader#salamander x reader#reader insert#reader#mywriting#Yandere!Salamander/Fem!Reader/Yandere!NightLord
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𝖁𝖎𝖙𝖆 𝕸𝖊𝖆
𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Trying different POV's.
𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉/𝕴𝖓𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, Barn Anon, @egrets-not-regrets.
𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: Be 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 for/of yourself. Even it’s just a tiny cut. I also don’t ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏɴᴇ these 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.
TW // Slight SMUT/NSFW? Yandere Themes, Two Google Translation.
Amadeus was not one to have an interest in having a human like his brethren, but that didn’t mean he didn’t crave for such a bond. Sometimes he loathed it because it hurt… To see that he’ll just be isolated for the rest of his aging, immortal life. Something he could have related to the Alpha Legion for as he also feels remorse for them.
He knows they cannot bond, and that's something he also takes into consideration. Is that he could possibly bond while they, unfortunately could not. Yet, never once, while he lived, did a bond manifest from his years of wandering. Not a single bond.
He huffed out at that word, “bond.” Silencing the annoying crickets of the night. Oh, he was tired of hearing it. Tired of just seeing everyone else around him cooing at their own bonded. If he could, his own eyes would burn out of his skull like acid had been injected in them just to avoid seeing their merriment. Why couldn’t he have a bond too? What made his brethren more acceptable to one? Was he not exceptional for one?
He was much older than his brethren, and they teased him about it, and it irritated him to no end. Saying things along the lines of “Sugar Daddy.” Earring a thunk to their chestplate. Amadeus wasn’t that old to not understand the underlying tone of the tease, but he was just a little uncultured to what it exactly meant. Something he’s been meaning to research on.
Though, perhaps that was the issue? That, the older you are the least likely you are to bond? It was never mentioned before, but it didn’t mean it won’t happen or never will, and that thought soured his mood.
He knows he might not be… beneficial in age, but it also didn’t mean he didn’t know how to tear someone's skull from their spine, or put a youngling in their rightful place. Even going out to hunt, and guard. He is an experienced veteran after all, an immortal at that. What else is he to do besides fight battle’s?
Oh, by the throne, he was longing for a bond wasn’t he? He was already thinking of ways to provide for his future bonded, and it honestly wasn’t his first time thinking about it. He wanted a bond, and it ate him alive that he didn’t get to have one. It ate him alive that he was to continue his battles, and not get anything out of it, but he knew that he wanted more than just a bond.
The thought of doing something more to his bonded made him shiver.
Sure, he was an older Astares that had experience in the acts of intercourse, but it never felt pleasing to him. It felt inappropriate, blasphemous even to do such acts without his true bonded. So impure that he would feed off his recent bed partner to their death. It was a reason why most did not choose a Blood Angel as a companion.
Amadeus didn't, however, bed with another after his third time. To… aggravated with the thought that it wasn’t his bonded that he wasn’t giving his seed to. It was wasteful, and sinful to him. Why waste his seed on someone whose just there to satisfy? To someone that doesn't care about him either. Not only that, but he also wanted to prove to his future bonded of how well he could be. How well his perseverance is. How strong his will is to evade such temptations, just for them.
Oh, how he would imagine their little form withering beneath him. Mewling up at him because it was all too much for them. Their hands desperately trying to find something to grip on. Their walls clenching around him, gripping at him, pulling him right back in to give them what they cried out for. The moaning of his name, and only his name falling from their lips. Begging him to fill them up.
Throne, their scent too. He could just imagine stuffing his head into their neck. Inhaling their comforting scent. Nipping at their soft flesh there. Claiming, and drawing their sweet blood onto his lips for him to savor again, and again on until they were just weak enough to depend on his safety.
Then, Amadeus stopped walking. His body realizing something his dreaming mind couldn't until it hit him like a dreadnought. He could smell them. He can hear them. They were here.
He didn't hesitate to dash forward through the night. He's been waiting too long for this moment. Too long without a bonded. Too long fantasizing the little blurred events in his head. He was not about to lose his opportunity now.
He stopped just before a tree-line. Spotting a group of human's up ahead. His instincts going crazy in order to figure out who was his bonded within the group. Using every single of his senses to pinpoint them out. His eyes settling on the female in the center and he knew that was his bonded.
He observed the group for a second more. Trying to decide if he should go in there and scare them away, or be at ease with them. His urge ever growing where he stood until he watched one of the group members pull at her making his blood boil as she turned quickly to face her offender. This wasn’t a friend group.
Coming forth from the tree-line he made sure to go light in his armor. He wanted to surprise the group. He wanted them to scatter. He wanted to watch them squirm in his beneath his gauntlet while he crushed their windpipe, and watch those eyes become dim, and lifeless. He wanted to stain, and drench the parking lot with their blood, and watch it trail down into a drain. He wanted to prove just how much he could provide right then and there to her.
Oh, but that would scare his little bonded, his viaţă wouldn’t it? He has heard, and seen that human’s were fickle little things. Some liked it, others did not. He didn’t want to get reported by her of all things.
So, he pushed his way through the circle. Almost stepping on somebody if they didn’t move away quickly enough. His gauntlet settling lightly on her shoulder.
He stared down into her eyes that looked up to him with such confusion, and wonder. Her pulse quickening underneath his sudden touch. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to look away, nor pull his gauntlet away. She was finally in front of him. By his side.
He didn’t even bother to listen to the group as they took their hesitant leave. He was basking in her presence. In her long awaited appearance, and it made him giddy for his age. Does she know he has waited a millennia for her?
He internally scoffed at his obliviousness. Of course she doesn’t. She looked to be a young adult by human years. She wasn’t even born when he was around. Which is probably something he was thankful of. Not that he couldn’t provide for her then.
He felt her slowly pull away from him. Unsure if he would do anything to her as a soft ‘thank you’ left her lips while she went off into a direction that would no doubt be her home. His visor trailing after her before he realized he was just standing there like an youngling.
Oh, vita mea. For I have finally found you.
#warhammer 40k#space marine husbandry sentience#yandere space marine#yandere#x reader#fanfiction#oc: amadeus#blood angel#inspired
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This came from a joke between me and my friend. And it is heretic :v
#Yandere chapter space marines? Yeah….
#Blood Angels, Flesh Tearers and Lamenters.
#Don't ask me, I don't know what I'm doing.
Blood Angels
You awoke with a start, heart pounding. Another nightmare, yet this one lingered behind closed lids, elusive yet unsettling. Rubbing sleep from eyes, moonlight filtering through stained glass recalled where you lay, guest of the Blood Angels once more.
Rising, soft slippers padded silent halls as restless feet sought solace. Marble gleamed ethereal, statuesque giants flanking your passage like solemn sentinels. A turn, and shadows shifted, was that movement ahead?
"You should not wander so late, mortal." Brother Varrael's rich timbre sent shivers down spine, lips curving a lover's smile yet eyes hooded, intent. "These halls hold memories better left undisturbed."
His massive hand enclosed your smaller one with surprising gentleness, leading unresisting to familiar chambers. "Rest, and I will stand guard over you." Lingering kiss upon brow held an edge of desperation you dared not know.
Days passed in diligent company, recording heroic epics for future generations. Yet unease grew, visions' shadows slipping between waking and dreams. Hands grasped where none should be, voices crooned foreign desires in loved tones warped.
Heart seizing, you fled, only to collide with Varrael's towering form emerging from shadows. His strong arms imprisoned your struggling form against massive chest as velvet words whispered of dark devotion no lips should know. Livid scars criss-crossing pale flesh spoke of daemons conquering will through flesh alone.
Days blurred into restless nightmares, reality twisting beyond recognition. Every interaction held veiled intimations too intimate to comprehend, too blasphemous to accept. Yet denying the truth invited madness.
His helm obscured his features, but you'd know Varrael's scent anywhere. Hot breath whispered your name against your ear as his other hand pinned your waist possessively. You shivered, seeing not fury but desperation in his stance.
"Varrael, please..." Your plea was lost in a needy kiss, tastes of blood and longing upon his tortured lips.
His mind swam in a crimson sea, torn between devotion and rage's call. Your light soothed the beast within, yet each parting fed its hunger for your touch alone. When next you stood together on the field of battle, survival instinct blurred with a need to shield, claim, destroy.
Days passed in blissful torment, stolen moments reaffirmed devotion, yet bloodlust simmered nearer the surface for him. Try as he might, control was fleeting against the curse's tide. And when passion overcame his iron will whilst lost in your embrace, fangs slipping to graze your throat in ecstasy.
Flesh Tearers
You knew accepting this assignment with the Flesh Tearers meant danger, yet how could you refuse such a historic opportunity? Now you regretted agreeing as the Astartes' unhinged nature was laid bare.
The Astartes spared you no glance. Except one, Tahareil especially unsettled you, his ice blue eyes tracking your every move with disturbing intensity. When allies fell in battle, his enraged howls shook the very foundation, an unearthly sound that raised primal fears.
In coming weeks, your recordings captured noble Astartes in acts of valor against xenos and heretic alike. All performed duties with grim resolve. And Tahareil, who revelled in slaughter's ecstasy with abandon that chilled your soul. His thirst for blood appeared unquenchable, beyond duty's call.
"Be at ease, mortal." he rumbled softly. "No enemies shall reach you whilst I stand vigil."
His protective claim should have reassured, but an undercurrent chilled your blood. When had a simple recording become so fraught with subtext unspoken?
When battle was done, you worked alone editing recordings in sequestered chamber provided. Yet lingering unease persisted you were not alone. Sometimes catching fleeting glimpse of shadow beyond the chamber's edge, scent of musk and iron lingering where none walked. Paranoia's creeping fingers closed about your mind, were you truly an observer here, or had another thing found you?
One night exhaustion took hold, dropping guard enough to drift to fitful dreams.There terror's form coalesced, hulking figure looming over helpless prey pinned trembling in grasping claws. Feral grin split nightmare's maw as it dipped to sample sweetness on quivering flesh, revelling in lifeblood's rich perfume.
A gasp tore your throat awake, soaked in cold sweat upon rumpled pallet. But no, the nightmare lingered still, a shadow stirred beyond veil, eyes glinting some primal madness barely leashed.
"Pretty little thing, almost forgot your scent..." Tahareil's rasp caressed your fears incarnate, large hand capturing trembling wrist to draw you against him. "Tell me mortal, did you use your witchery on me?"
He inhaled your racing pulse, claws tracing your quaking form with possessive. Lips parted to protest yet words died, transfixed by the scare blazing beneath visored dark.
"Let me taste it." his growl reverberated, "See what witchery makes me like this."
His grip was iron, struggling futilely. Gauntleted claws rent flesh baring pulsing artery, raging beat filling bestial senses. Jagged fangs plunged deep, agonizing ecstasy flooding nerves as blood flooded.
Lamenters
You awake with a start, the shadows of another nightmare slowly slipping away. As consciousness returns, you become aware of a light pressure around your wrists and ankles. Panic rises in your throat as your eyes adjust to the dim light of phosphor stones.
That's when you see him, sitting vigil at your bedside. Chapter master Malakim Phoros of the Lamenters looks exhausted, the dark circles under his eyes a sharp contrast to his pallid skin. But his gaze, as it falls upon you, holds only concern.
"Forgive me," he rasps, voice rough from disuse. "The others thought it best until you'd rested. They mean no harm, only to keep you safe."
You struggle to calm your racing heart. Abductions were not unknown, with the Lamenters' curse of ill fortune. But Malakim had always watched over you with a devoted, tender care unlike the others.
His guilt-wracked smile is gentle as he administers sips of water through a straw. "The night terrors will find you. We could not risk you wandering in such a state.”
You nod weakly, the adrenaline fading. His haunted eyes hold only relief at your return to lucidity. His love for you is palpable, yet shaded by a darkness borne of endless suffering and self-loathing.
In time your bonds are removed, though Malakim remains at your side. His brothers drift past your cell-like chamber, gaunt faces lighting momentarily at glimpses within. They meant only protection, you know, but their shattered minds leave little room for trust beyond their brethren.
And you, their one ray of light in an ocean of gloom. Their luck, as Malakim whispers reverently whilst stroking your hair, sent to lift their cursed spirits from the depths of madness and despair. A blessing too precious to abandon to fate's cruelty, whatever the cost.
#shiyorin's writer#wh40crack#tw: yandere#cw: yandere#yandere au#warhammer 40k x reader#reader insert#space marine x reader#Heretic but I think it fun :v
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Just had the best worst inspiration for my stories in the space marine husbandry sentience tag:
Chaos Warpsmith AU: Chaos Warpsmith Erriox and his bonded human Lenora. Who eventually starts seeing things… Then… add reverse husbandry AU with Warpsmith Erriox finding a way to “protect” his human from the 40k world maladies and illnesses, and from being fucked up by warp magic. To say the least, Lenora is not in for a good time.
Night shift makes me think strange thoughts. I am so not a night owl.
Tagged: @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @shadowfirecat , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan , @barn-anon
#space marine husbandry#space marine husbandry sentience#possible yandere#warhammer 40k#chaos warpsmith au#oc: erriox#oc: lenora#chaos erriox#my thoughts
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