We've made a ton of comics explaining the deal with Project 2025, and why it's such a disaster. Here's one of them. Go read (and share) them all! https://stopproject2025comic.org/comic/anti-trans_discrimination/
So boom I did another one cos I needed it out of my head. This was on a 20 minute train ride home so it's very rushed
Please let me know if I'm annoying you tagging.you lol?
"you seem a little out of sorts, my angel?"
Sanguinius turned to look at you as you walked towards him, the ruby dress he had helped you don shimmered as you moved, accentuating every curve. He shook his head gently, before reaching out for you, pulling you into his chest and nuzzling into the top of your head, breathing deeply to take in your scent.
"not at all, my sweet thing" he mumbled as he closed his eyes and focused on the soft feel of your body against his, your warmth and fragrance filling his head and wrapping his mind in a blanket.
You pulled back slightly and looked up at him, one of your hands reaching up to cup his face as you brushed golden locks from his cheek. Looking deeply into his eyes and frowning slightly. Before you could speak again, He caught one of your hands with his own and kissed your wrist, reveling in the feel of your pulse point against his warm lips. He kissed down your arm slowly, dark eyes staring into yours as you watched breathlessly.
He finally moved to your lips, capturing them with his own in a forceful display of affection. dominating you completely, he suddenly spun you , pulling your back to his torso and using his free hand to pull your head to the side, exposing the pale slender curve of your neck.
"sanguinius" you breathed, swallowing dryly as you felt his tongue trace your jugular.
"sssshhh" he muttered, nipping at your neck, gently drawing blood as a hand moved down your body, feeling every inch as he explored your form. His wings quivered and curled, capturing you against him with no escape.
"I will take you how I want" he muttered, roughly wrenching down the corseted front of your dress to fondle a breast, the nipple pert and tender as he flicked and pinched. "Whenever I want"
His other hand remained in your hair, a thumb gently tracing circles across your scalp as his lips danced across your neck. Your whimpers driving him forward, he released your tender flesh, only to tear the rest of the gown away.
"sanguinius I"
He silenced you with a rough tug on your hair, tracing his long fingers down your stomach, feeling your chest and stomach heaving at his ministrations.
He continued to suckle on your neck, nipping and nibbling, lapping away at the trickle of blood that flowed from the wound.
Ignoring your mewls, he slowly slid his finger down to your core, raising his lips, still stained red from your blood he whispered "already so wet for me, so ready to please your lord"
"sanguinius please"
He gently circled a finger around your clit, ignoring your soft hands as they grasped his arm. Your gasps and moans driving him into a frenzy as he slid a finger inside you, feeling your wet warmth around his fingers, feeling you buck against him as he slid in and out of you, finding that sweet spot you often begged him for. He let out a low grumble, grinding his dick into the curve of your arse, his lips locked to your neck as you shuddered against him.
"come for me, come for my little thing" he growled.
"s a n..."
Your body shook against him and became still.
Sanguinius blinked
And shook
And fell to his knees
The fog on him brain had lifted, his thoughts no longer shrouded in a dark mist as he looked around him.
You lay limp in his arms, arms hanging weakly and eyes glossed over. Your neck was a vicious painting of bruises and blood as your head rolled away from him. The dress he thought he had stripped from you still clung to your pale frame, intact but the vermilion silk soaked and stained with blood and saliva.
Sanguinius stared down at your body, clutching to it like a drowning man. He throat dangerously constricted as he brought your body up, pressing his ear to your chest, hoping, praying to hear something.
Anything.
A scream ripped from his throat as he clutched you to him, wings flaring open he raced to the door, slamming it open with a crash.
He tore through the corridors flashing past serfs and Astartes responding to his howls without a sideways glance, racing to the medical bay.
You and Floyd grew up together within the palace, with Floyd being one of the two princes who would one day rule the kingdom and you being a regular servant girl who had been born within the palace to parents who were servants for the Leech family. From the moment you were deemed old enough, you were being trained in servitude so that one day you would eventually be an obedient, dutiful maid. You and Floyd got along very well as children, often escaping your lessons and scaling trees in the courtyard to hide from the pesky grown-ups. Floyd never seemed to care much for the divide in class, but it was always made obvious when you’d watch from afar, noting how much time and effort went into tutoring him and Jade in all subjects, getting them accustomed to the tasks of the throne that they would one day inherit, while you were taught how to do laundry, how to clean, how to tidy a bedroom within minutes, how to keep everything that made you an omega hidden so you wouldn’t “tempt the princes,” as everyone often said.
Despite that, you were still cordial to Floyd, even if he seemed to be way too friendly with you, a mere servant. Floyd had always said you were his favorite maid because you never acted like one, which had bothered you immensely back then. Your entire existence revolves around Floyd; you’re meant to serve him and his brother, not befriend him. It’s what you’re being conditioned to do right now! But Floyd chooses to see you as his friend, which makes it awkward for you as you’ve never been particularly close with royalty or any of the aristocrats who occasionally fill the palace for grand events and balls. Your parents secretly encourage it because Floyd likes to gift you things that he thinks are insignificant but cost a fortune for you. And your parents sell these items to make more money in hopes of one day saving enough to send you to a magic school. It won’t be anything nearly as sophisticated or expensive as private institutions like Night Raven College or Noble Bell College or even Royal Sword Academy, but they hope to at least give you an education. You feel a little bad about tricking Floyd when you accept the jewelry he gives you, but you’re just trying to keep everyone happy.