#I hope i did this rich boy mcee right😭

[bleedingichorhearts]

If you are up for it, can we get some more emperor of mankind? Maybe a continuation of a fitful dance? Where the emperor of mankind goes Yandere?

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Yes, I believe I can provide you with such thing.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Unfortunately, your dance with him didn’t leave his mind, and he can’t help but come back and want more.

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

TW // Yandere, Stalking.

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His mind has never left you; his eyes never left you. Anytime he looks up from a page or away from something there is this… sensation growing inside of him as he tries to see your form once more. Always seeking you out with his golden eyes.

He feels like a slight fool for searching you out each time as he was a proclaimed “god.” A simple word he doesn’t take lightly. He shouldn’t be captured by your… aura, your boldness to tempt him and pull him in. Yet… you did. You did what no one else in the world’s would even think of trying and pulled him in. You didn’t show interest, nor hesitation but rather… you showed him annoyance. Your annoyance for him. That’s the part that enraptured him with you. Is that you didn’t fear him like most would. You would not cower before him and state some almighty, godly statement to him.

You did not fear him.

Of course, there were still some that didn’t fear him like you didn’t, but it was still… different that you didn’t recoil to praise and worship him. You were pure human and not some augmentation of his. You were… you were true humanity itself. You had the compassion; the humaneness of it. He’s seen it while gathering more on you; dismissing his own duties to do so. Watching you from a very far distance as you would help some elderly lady cross the road safely, shielding her body the best you can while you both crossed.

He, himself had even experienced it as he made a move to test your empathy personally. Turning himself into a child to fool you that he had fallen and scraped his knee. You had righted him back on his two feet, checked his “wound” then kissed him on the forehead before sending him off to his “parents,” and he hasn’t been able to forget such gentleness from your lips. Each time he thinks about it, the skin on his forehead skin tingles where you have kissed him.

He knows that Vulkan or rather the whole Salamanders themselves have the same compassion, but yours… yours is different. You are not affected by war, worry and racked with despair. You and your world or rather the time of it is clean. Of the heavy wars at least, one cannot escape the basics of emotions.

Just what about you made everything so different? You were just like any other human: Humane, mortal and had a soul. Why were you on his mind 24/7? All he did was pull you into his grasp and twirl you around by his will, but then you had to ruin his fun by disobeying his actions. Pulling him in before the dance could end and gently press your fingers into the bottom spine of his back as if he: a man of power, would break.

He almost shivers at the recollection of having your arms wrapping around his waist and your fingers pressing into his back. Watching how you looked up at him and gave him a knowing look like you had taught him something he knew for over era’s and era’s. His eyes never leaving your own.

Then, your hands slowly left from the dips of his waist and you slithered away from him. His eyes following you; watching you go while he couldn’t help but chuckle at your retreating form. His mind swirling to gather everything within that moment he had with you: how you smell, how your body felt up against his own…

He wanted a second dance with you.

No, no… he wanted something more out of you. Something more precious, something more valuable. Something more lasting like… you whole perhaps? Your body, your soul and mind…

It honestly isn’t long before he’s on his way to collect you. The thoughts of you dancing with him, and pressing your fingers into the dip of his back growing into more lewd imaginations. Wondering how you would feel around him while you would scratch at him, at his back; withering and whining at him, trying to push him away as he would grow himself from inside you. His voice giving you soft praises and maybe some gentle degradation to you. His hands keeping you pinned underneath him by your neck or waist; forcing you to take everything he would give you. He is a Emperor after all… how could you refuse?

Yet, despite all his indecent thoughts of you he had some rather serious, normal ones as well. He thinks of the ways you could dance with him again, and be littered in his gracious gifts to adorn your frame. Praising you with his eyes while he would give you a proper dance, never pulling at you. Wanting to feel the intimacy of just being humane once more. He wants to think of how you would sit in his lap while he has to listen to what his Adeptus Custodies or his Son’s would have to say to him on the golden throne. His hand softly thumbing at your thigh in a gentle manner, not of a crude one. Even just thinking of laying in bed with you, cuddling up to one another, basking in each others presence before he has his duties to attend to once more. He will have a trusted Custodes to be at your side at all times while he is gone… maybe a few more than just one…

He huffs and shakes his head at his recurring thoughts, stuffing his hands in his front pockets of his black suit pants. Wearing the same thing he had when he danced with you while he walks down the sidewalk of this timeline. His senses breathing in the less polluted atmosphere, reminiscing on it for a second before his mind is pulled to you once more as he walks towards your home.

He knows you live alone from the time he wanted to know if you were single or not. To see if that would be a problem or not. Keeping an eye on you from far away, looking in through your windows before you put the blinds down to block anyone ominous from outside staring inside like he was. Though, it didn’t seem to be a problem for him. You’re luckily a maiden and you’re private. You liked your solitude with a few times you like to give a chivalrous hand.

His steps are purposeful as he reaches the sidewalk of your home. His figure straight and professional as he walks up to your front door, knowing the customs of this timeline before he gives the door a few knocks. Keeping in mind this era doesn’t have the housing strength as his era does. Things were not built by Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors here or at least not yet…

He can hear you shuffling from inside of your home, his senses alert for you. Moving around at the noise he made on your door, and he briefly wonders if you wouldn’t answer the door and leave him to steal you away in a different way. To have him come to you, but then he can smell you just beyond the door. Your hands fiddling with the door knob from inside, and he can’t help but grin at you when you open the door. Showing him in all his glory.

“I don’t believe our dance is over, my little one.” He purrs, looking down at you. Observing how surprised you seem of his appearance as he thinks of how easy it would be to just make you disappear from this timeline and be known in his.