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[shroudedinsilver]

Boop

[hatem1190]

🇵🇸Urgent Appeal for Help from Gaza🇵🇸🍉🫶

My name is Mohammed, and I am a husband and father of 5 wonderful children. Specializing in Gaza, a place where the vibrant, diverse beams of light were a day of noisy diversity, students practicing in the streets, and diverse attendees and friends. Our city, with its beautiful coastline and historical charm, was a place of fabric in which we dreamed of a better future.

We are weary, and the daily struggle to survive in this war-torn reality has taken a heavy toll on us. The place that once gave us comfort and hope now feels dangerous and uncertain, and I worry about what the future holds for my children.

It is with a heavy heart that I share with you the desperate situation my family is currently experiencing in the Gaza Strip. Our home was destroyed long ago, leaving us without any shelter. Now we live in tents as winter approaches, and the conditions are very difficult due to the lack of basic life essentials such as food, shelter and medicine. Despite these difficult circumstances and apparent factors, my family is taking the initiative to feed other affected and displaced people in tents like us as much as they can.

After much painful reflection, my family and I have made the heart-wrenching decision to leave Gaza in search of safety and a chance to rebuild our lives. We are trying to raise €45,000 to escape the war and cover our living expenses abroad for one year, giving us the time we need to find stability and start anew.

Leaving our beloved home, the place where we were born and raised, is not a decision we take lightly. But for the sake of our children and the hope of a safer, brighter future, we must take this step.

We humbly ask for your support. Any contribution, no matter how small, will bring us closer to our goal and help us begin the journey toward safety and a new life.

Thank you for your kindness, understanding,

generosity.

My campaign is documented by @gaza-evacuation-funds @el-shab-hussein Verification number #299

Thank you for your compassion and for standing with us in this time of need.

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[sleepyfan-blog]

Aranea posuere ultricies

Author’s note: this fic has been inspired by @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond ‘s pocket titus sketches! Please check out her art! Thank you for letting me write this

Warnings: spiders, spider-killing, please ask me to tag if something bothers you/I missed it

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @bleedingichorhearts

Tagged: @felinisnoctis

Summary: You acquire a small but fierce protector

You were fumbling with the keys to your front door, holding them in hand as you try to unlock your front door. As you attempt to put the key inside the lock, a large black spider slides down a hair-thin spider silk thread, nearly landing in your face.

You let out a startled shriek of surprise, stumbling backwards as fear and panic grip you. Your heart hammering in the back of your throat and adrenaline causing your body to tremble and freeze as you try to figure out what to do.

The black spider twists on the thin string of spider silk, revealing a bright red hourglass marking on it's abdomen.

More anxiety fills you as you clock that this is a venomous spider - one that could make you quite ill, if it bit you.

The best thing to do would be to somehow non-lethally move this Black Widow away from your door and place it somewhere in your garden... But you have no way of doing so without having to get into your home first...

Which would mean dodging the spider still dangling at eye level. You swallow dryly, still struggling to figure out what to do (and a small part of you feeling very silly about your panic) but you didn't want the spider to potentially crawl onto you, if you tried to dodge around it in order to get into your home.

Before you could make a decision, you felt a pair of tiny but heavy pair of feet land on one of your shoulders before the unexpected weight left you just as quickly.

A tiny Astartes yelled out what he clearly thought was a fierce battle cry "COURAGE AND HONOR!" as he swung a teeny-tiny hammer at the abdomen of the black widow that had been menacing you.

The blow struck true and spider guts splattered over several square inches of your front door.

You unfroze in time to carefully catch the little blue and gold colored tiny Astartes before he fell the rest of the way to the ground - or left a dent in your front door. "Thank you, my lord, for rescuing me." You murmur, having heard from co-workers and online posts how to best appease these tiny but fierce warriors.

The Astartes squeaks and wriggles in your hands in surprise "unhand me, mortal! I must continue my duties."

"As you wish. I was concerned about the fall relative to your size. Would you like something to eat in thanks for rescuing me?" You ask, carefully setting the tiny warrior down on the ground.

He stares up at you through his helmet for several seconds before answering "... Food would be most welcome... And I have fallen further than this. Your concern is..." he hesitates for a couple of moments before continuing "Welcome but unnecessary. Food would be gratefully accepted. I have not eaten in some time."

You nod, unlocking and opening your front door "After you." You murmur, not wanting to accidentally step on him "Unless you'd grant me the honor of carrying you to the kitchen?"

The small marine looked at your entryway, tensing as your cat - a loveable and very chatty coal black cat came trotting up to where you and he were standing with his usually creaky "Mreau!"

"I would like to be carried. Ideally on one of your shoulders, or in a hand or a chest pocket." The tiny marine declares, his helmet still pointed in your cat's direction.

Dixie sniffed curiously at the Astartes, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth.

You bend down and place one hand next to the marine so that he could climb up at his own pace. You reach out with your other hand to pet Dixie "Easy there, Dix. No mischief with our guest." And now you realize that you had yet to ask for the Astartes' name... Or give your own. "Would you like to share your name with me?" You give him your name "I apologize for not introducing myself earlier." You add.

"... I am Lieutenant Demetrian Titus of the Ultramarines Second Company." Titus answers after a few moments of hesitation. He removes his helmet, revealing a weathered and scarred but kind (and handsome) face with soulful greenish-blue eyes and short brown hair that frame his face. He climbs up onto your hand.

You set him on one of your shoulders and quickly move through your home to your kitchen. You set the lieutenant down on your kitchen counter before starting to rummage through the fridge, asking "Is there anything in particular you'd like? I have some left-over taco stuff, pasta with spaghetti, sandwich fixings... I also have some Ice cream and cookies, if you prefer something sweeter."

"I am unfamiliar with those food items. Astartes can eat nearly anything..." The little being answered, shifting a little as he answered "But I have been traveling for some time, and a hot meal would be a welcome indulgence."

You nod and grab two bowls as you're hungry too. You make sure that the bowl for the lieutenant is shallower so that he can better reach inside of it. A quick couple of minutes in the microwave and both bowls of food are steaming hot.

Titus ate quickly shoving handfuls of pasta and sauce into his mouth with his armored gauntlets "This is delicious, thank you."

You hum and smile "I'm glad you like it. Would you like some water to wash it down? I'm about to get myself some water, anyways."

"Water would be helpful. I need to clean my armor, as well as drink." Titus answers, before focusing once again on the food.

~

Weeks had passed and Titus, while he regularly wandered off, had become a regular member of your household.

Currently you were holding him in one hand, having helped the Astartes reach one of the insects encroaching on your property.

He looked so adorably pleased with himself you couldn't help it. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, murmuring "Thank you, for saving me from these awful bugs, Demetrian. Your swift movements and firm strikes slew the enemy handily."

Demetrian blushed, tucking his chin to his armored chest as he hands came up, flailing a little "I... I am merely doing my duty..."

"And you do it well, my lovely Angel." You earnestly compliment.

The Astartes blushes more and looks away from your face at your words, clearly struggling to regain his composure.

You chuckle softly and kiss the top of his head, murmuring "Too much praise, my knight-savior?"

"Yes... But... I... I crave it as well. I must... I must atone for this sin." Titus mumbled, still not looking up at you.

"... It's not a sin to enjoy the praise you get, Demetrian." You point out gently.

The tiny Ultramarine in your hand huffs a little before settling into your hand, mumbling in a language that you do not know, still blushing.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Polishing

Author’s note: More of Titus in Blueberry Pie

Summary: Titus requests that you help tend to his armor.

Warnings: none? Let me know if I need to add anything

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Titus had found that one serf who had gained the eye of a couple of his younger brothers, who were being… a bit unprofessional. One was being mischievous and needling the more easily provoked brother. Who is falling for the lure and bait, hook, line, and sinker.

Titus shakes his head with a sigh and a huff of laughter, he remembers the pair of bratty little brothers back when they were merely battle brothers- before they had attained their lofty ranks. The younger of the two squabbling brothers knew how much ‘improper’ speech could bother the hell out of the Noble born Ultramarines, and did it anyway.

It’s good- to try to find ways to humble some of the more… elitist brothers, drag them back into the soil and mud. Kept their egos in check, so long as it didn’t go too far, things going too far hasn’t happened in a while, but he’s monitoring that situation, just in case.

It’s good that more of Ventris’s personality is coming back out, as much as it’s sometimes aggravating. The poor younger brother had been tortured by a faction of the Inquisition, Titus grimaces to himself, he knows first hand how miserable that experience can be.

He spots you and calls out, “Miss Serf?”

You turn and look over at him, bowing politely and asking, “How may I serve you, My Lord?”

“I need help cleaning and tending to my armor,” Titus says, “Come with me.”

“Yes Lord Angel,” You reply

You had heard that Lord Demetrian Titus was known for being polite and soft spoken. Resolute and dauntless, caring and concerned for the baseline folk. Something that cannot be said for all Lord Angels, or so you have been told by some of the older, more experienced Serfs.

You help him take off his armor- which is incredibly heavy, he helps you shift the pieces of armor too heavy for you to carry to be carefully placed where he wants it to be cleaned. Once the Armor is off you try not to fluster.

The black carapace that is void-capable adheres to Lord Astarte bodies like a second skin. Then you try not to cough as your eye water, you have also been warned that the … ripe scent of a Lord Angel who’s been on campaign, and unable to be out of armor for weeks or months at a time can be quite… pungent.

“I am glad of the communal baths,” Titus says with a self-deprecating smile, “It helps with washing the mud of battle off one’s skin.”

“As you say, Lord Titus,” You say your cheeks are still pink and your eyes water a little bit.

“Stay here and clean my armor, I shall be back in a few moments,” Lord Titus says as he heads off to have a luxurious bath in the Astartes bathing area- joining a mixed group of battle brothers and officers.

While he relaxes in the baths, talking and listening to his brother talk about the battles they’ve recently fought, and some of the best currency they have gossip. Titus hears the story of how Sicarius- as a Sargent, The Chapter Master, The Head Librarian, and another brother, basically ruined an entire space marine’s career.

No one knows the reasons, official or otherwise for the reason they had done so, but it was good gossip to have- and a reminder of the power that their Chapter Master held, not just the martial power, but the soft power as well.

Part of Titus wondered if he should ask Cato his side of that particular story, and if the younger Space marine will tell him or not. Even odds- Cato is usually proud of his accomplishments, as well as helping their Chapter Master do Things.

While that was going on, you were carefully cleaning, scrubbing and polishing Lord Titus’s armor. The brackish, awful smelling armor slowly becomes that noble hue of blue and gold. You clean and replace the cloth and bucket of cleaning solution and water as needed.

By the time all of the armor is properly cleaned and polished, your arms are sore from carefully heaving the heavier parts of armor around to ensure that it’s properly cleaned on both sides. That the leather-mixture, whatever it was on the inside of the armor is also properly cleaned and taken care of.

“Thank you for getting my armor done,” Titus thanks you.

You jump a little, startled, Lord Angels are surprisingly light on their feet and silent out of armor.

“You are welcome, Lord Angel,” You reply, now that the smell of mud, blood, and battle was off of him, your cheeks flush a little as you try not to… eye the Lord Angel inappropriately. 

He gives you a small smile and a gentle nod as he releases you from the task of trying to put the armor away properly. Which he does easily, he dismisses you and you bow to him and head out to return to your previous duties.

[egrets-not-regrets]

Perfume: “Infatuation” for Big Cats (1)

Lenora assists a colleague in big cat research with some interesting results. When the new Emperor’s Children “Infatuation” brand of perfume was said to be even better at attracting big cats than the human “Obsession” perfume, Lenora was expecting to attract actual big cats like cougars, not her own Astartes. 

Author's Notes:

This is part one, part two

Warning: SMUT. OVERSTIMULATION. CUNNILINGUS. Also, Erriox feasting on Lenora like a big cat on his prey. Yeah, he’s a service top. 

Dialogue in the Gothic language is italicized and bolded.

Lenora’s nickname for Erriox is “Mountain Lion”.  

@kit-williams inspired this pheromone perfume smutfic. It’s been a wip for a long time. This smutfic is long enough that there is a part 2.

Tagged: @shadowfirecat , @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @barn-anon , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@sleepyfan-blog , @bispecsual , @c-u-c-koo-4-40k , @ms--lobotomy , @whorety-k

@gra93fruit-blog , @i-am-a-dragon34 , @felinisnoctis, @thevoidscreams

Lenora came home, thankful to finally be able to wash her hair and get out of her field clothes. It was an interesting experience assisting her colleague with their cougar research to test the effectiveness of using different types of scent lures at their wildlife camera traps.They were hoping to see which lures do cougars prefer, such that they would linger around the wildlife camera for a longer time in order to reliably identify the individual cat in that territory. 

One of the more interesting scent lures were perfumes. Reading through her colleague’s research methods, Lenora learned that big cats seemed to love the smell of the CK Obsession for Men perfume, but supposedly a new experiment at a zoo showed that the new perfume “Infatuation” made by the Emperor’s Children Astartes was equally if not more effective. So it made sense for them to test it in the field as well.

 A few days in the field applying scent lures really soaks into your field clothes… and your hair, Lenora thought, wrinkling her nose as she dug out her soiled clothes from her backpack. It didn’t help that she used her shirts to wrap around the glass perfume bottles to keep them safe while hiking to the camera trap locations. She quickly freshened up in the bathroom and changed into a more comfortable outfit, planning to get some data work done quickly before rewarding herself with a nice long bath. Padding into her room, Lenora dumped her dirty clothes into the clothes basket. 

She went back to her backpack to pull out and clean the rest of her gear, taking them out and laying them on the dining table. The spare containers for holding the lures and her own lunch containers went into the sink; her field laptop, notebook, and the almost empty Infatuation perfume bottle were placed on the dining table. Lenora thought the bottle was rather pretty and her colleague didn’t need it, so she decided to take it home in hopes that she could use it in an arts and craft project of some sort. 

Deciding to get some work done first, Lenora opened her laptop and started checking the photo files against her fieldnotes.  

A rumbling purr against her back distracted her from her work, making her close her eyes and lean back in comfort. Her “mountain lion” had returned. And of course she hadn’t heard him approach. Erriox’s steps are so quiet at home that he often caught Lenora off-guard; though she swears that he does this on purpose, probably because he found her reactions amusing. 

“What are—“ her words hung in the air as she felt his lips press against the nape of her neck, his teeth gently biting into her skin. 

“You smell good.” He murmured as his kisses trailed across the back of her neck to the shell of her ear . Lenora sighed blissfully at the sensation, turning to look at her Astartes fondly and playfully scratched him under his chin. Erriox chuckled and grabbed her hand to kiss the pulse point on her wrist. 

She sniffed the air, “Did you put on cologne or something? You smell good too.” His musk mixed with the familiar scent of the mixed wood forest behind her home invaded her nose, but in a way that made her body warm and her skin tingle in pleasure.

Her Iron Warrior said nothing but turned her face towards him. Heat flushed through her body from his intense sultry gaze when he suddenly kissed her. 

“What are you—” Lenora’s eyes fluttered close as she relaxed, allowing her Astartes to pull her into his lap as he sat down on a chair. 

Erriox moaned as Lenora’s tongue slid around his, running over the ridges of his teeth, occasionally pulling back to suck on his tongue and gently bite the flesh of his bottom lip, before going back to exploring his mouth again. His hands greedily groped her body, sliding under her shirt and moving upwards, purring when he found that she was not wearing a bra. Lenora moaned into his mouth as Erriox squeezed and massaged her breasts before moving down to grab her muscular thighs, pushing her closer to him. 

She wrapped her arms around him, petting him, the reverberation from his deep-chested purrs sending shivers of want down her spine and straight between her legs. His purrs grew louder whenever her roaming hands met the sensitive skin around the carapace ports on his torso.

Erriox could trace the scent of the pheromones to the almost empty perfume bottle sitting on the table. He knew the pheromones were what was triggering their drive to mate, to claim each other to the fullest. The scent from her colleague’s bonded Astartes was faint, much to his relief, so it likely meant that Lenora was triggered by the pheromone perfume in his presence. The pheromones will run its course faster in his system and he will have to keep an eye on Lenora’s physical condition, but Erriox intended to enjoy her fully while the pheromones were still in effect.

Something clicked his mind as Lenora pulled his hair, opening his neck for her to kiss and nibble on. A soft growl built in Erriox’s chest, he could feel his pants tenting with each roll of her hips and the delicious pressure of her teeth biting into his neck, the sensation of her fingers digging into his scalp. His large hands dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks as he rocked into her; the tips of his fingers caressing the lips of her cunt, smirking when Lenora broke off with a gasp. Erriox took the opening to bite into her neck drawing a shuddering whine from his bonded. As he marked and sucked hickies into her skin, his brows furrowed when he was met with the barrier of her shirt. 

With a snarl, he grabbed the back of her shirt, and sunk his teeth into her collar where her shoulder seams met. A loud rip sounded as her shirt tore apart at the seams on one side.

“Erriox!” Lenora was aghast, “My shirt!” 

“It was in the way. You have others.” Erriox rumbled as he continued to mark and kiss his way downward. She was about to protest when he started rubbing into her clothed slit. Lenora shuddered and whined, rutting her hips against his hand. Erriox purred. He could smell her arousal, the wetness leaking the fabric of her pants, the heat building between her thighs. Throne, and her thighs... The way her muscular thighs moved underneath his hands, the softness of the fat of her inner thighs. It made him want to bite and mark them up.

Lenora laid her head back, drool building inside her mouth, his hardening cock pressed firmly against her pussy, ripped open shirt still half-hanging on. She whined, wrapping her arms around her Astartes’ neck tighter as she felt his teeth tug her nipple before suckling from her breast. Taking advantage of their position, he tugged off her pants and tossed them on the table.

A sudden thought came to her. The perfume! It must be the Emperor’s Children perfume. The pheromones in that perfume were affecting them too. 

“Erriox… wait. Please.” She pleaded when he was about to do the same to her panties. 

“What do you want?” He growled, lustful and impatient. Lenora bit back a whimper, as the vibration from his growl revved the heat in her body. Erriox held her tight as he grinded against her, smirking, knowing exactly what his voice was doing to her, “Don’t deny me your voice, little cat.” He purred. 

Lenora swallowed hard at the friction of his still clothed-covered bulge rubbing against her. She felt aroused and hot. Her hips rocked against his, greedy for more of that pleasurable sensation. Her mind struggled to form a coherent thought as he kissed her, “I…mmmm… the perfume… rid of bottle…! Erriox!” her half-made sentence ended in wet moans as his rumbling purr resonated throughout her already sensitive body heightened by the pheromones from the perfume. 

The world tilted on its axis when he pinned her down onto the dining table. Erriox hovered over Lenora, his teeth and tongue tracing her skin as he sucked, bit, and kissed down her body. She whimpered as he nipped a particularly sensitive spot, “Erriox…”

“I know it’s the perfume.” The Iron Warrior’s pleased growl rumbled into her ear, “made by the Emperor’s Children. I’m surprised you had one.”

Lenora’s protest turned into a needy moan as he casually bit and sucked on her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks, “It was for cougar research…!” 

Cutting her off with a kiss, Erriox chuckled, looming over her like a great predator, “I am your mountain lion, am I not?” 

Lenora let out a short bark of laughter and dragged him down for another kiss, “Yes, but…” and grinning, he leaned down for another, “You’re not really—!”

His tongue effectively blocked her protest, “Seems like the perfume affects both cougars and Astartes equally.” Erriox groaned into her mouth. She moaned and arched into his touch as he tugged her hair back to deepen the kiss. 

Lenora gasped for air when their mouths parted, “Help me get ri—… What are you doing?!” She squeaked in surprise as Erriox suddenly dragged her towards himself, seated between her legs. 

“You’re ready…” The Iron Warrior growled and effortlessly kept her legs parted as he languidly kissed and marked the inside of her thighs. He breathed in. Lenora smelled so good, so ready to be taken and bred. One hand drifted down to pull off his pants, releasing his aching member.

“Errio-ox?! Haaah…”

Purring, Erriox nosed her pussy, breathing deeply as his teeth and tongue pushed against the thin barrier of her panties. His keen hearing could pick up his bonded’s soft breathy moans, his cock hardening at her whimpers of his name. There was no denying that Lenora wanted, no, needed this. The subtle lifts of her hips to his face, her ever-deepening scent and the darkened damp patch on her panties growing with her leaking arousal as he continued his languid siege against her cunt. Lenora’s legs unconsciously tightened around him. If she wasn’t already wet, she was positively soaked by now. 

“Please, Erriox. Don’t tease.” Lenora begged him softly. With a chuckle, Erriox used his sharp teeth to tear through her panties, pulling them off and discarding them on the table. Lenora moaned as he licked a strip up her wet slit, savouring her taste and aroused scent enhanced by the Emperor’s Children perfume, deeply satisfying the itch in the back of his brain. Growling, he delved into her cunt to coax more of her delicious essence onto his tongue. He teased her, licking and kissing her melting pussy, occasionally sucking on and lathing her erect clit with the flat of his tongue. 

Lenora writhed in his hold, one hand scratching his scalp, the other clawing against bare wood as she felt her orgasm building. Moans and whines tore from her throat, her hips grinding into his face as she felt his muscular tongue dig deep into her core. 

“Erri— Mmmm! I…Erriox, pleeeaase…!” The sounds she made… Her smell… She tasted so good… by the Throne… he will be thinking about this for many fantasies to come. 

“Lenora…” The Iron Warrior groaned her name as he moved his tightened fist around his cock, leaking precum coating his hand. He felt her tug on a fistful of his hair, unsure if she wanted to push him away or pull him closer. Erriox chuckled deeply, memorizing the cadence of Lenora’s voice devolving into a series of velvet moans and gasps of his name as he played with her cunt and her clit, the pull of her muscles as her cunt pulsed around his tongue, the sensation of her short nails pleasantly scratching his scalp, and the twitches of her muscular thighs tightening around his head as he ate her out like she was his last meal. 

Her fingers desperately laced into his. “I’m close.” Lenora whimpered, her hips thrusting, eyes rolling into her head. 

“Cum, Lenora. Cum for me. Give me more of your divine taste.” Erriox urged, his hand moving faster over his cock. Lenora cried out with pleasure, digging her fingers into his scalp as he continued to work her pussy relentlessly. Mewling and gasping as her hips rutted against his face, the coil inside tightened more and more.

He sucked on her clit, coming off of it with a wet pop.  

“When… when you say it… hah… like thaaaAAAT!” Lenora moaned and threw her head back, her back bowed as an orgasm ripped through her body. She could hear the wet slurps as her Astartes continued to suck the honey dripping from her cunt. Erriox suddenly stood up and almost bent double on top of her, grunting as he released himself over her body. Warm semen splattered onto her torso, some of it splashing on her breasts and catching on her chin. 

Erriox pulled himself up to hover over his bonded, huffing, his smirking face smeared with her slick. Looking satisfied at his cum painting her skin. His hooded eyes darkened with lust as he watched her drag her fingers through the cum splatters, licking them clean and savouring the taste. 

He kissed, purring, “Good girl.” 

Lenora whined at his rumbled praise, tasting herself on his tongue. She slumped onto the table, moaning, confused as to why she could still feel desire and heat roiling within her, “Why is it not going away?” she groaned.

Erriox stared amusedly at the way Lenora clenched her thighs together as if trying to hold back her body’s desires. Her legs so easily fell open again when his hand pressed against her mound, his fingers swiping against her slit, collecting the gathering fluid. He licked his fingers, still hadn't had enough of Lenora’s taste yet, “Looks like you want more.” He murmured. 

“I do… but I don’t know my body could handle it...” she moaned helplessly. 

Erriox’s purr grew louder, “I will help you then.” He knew the pheromones were still running through her system. Fuck. He could practically taste it. 

**********

She was an overstimulated mess. 

“Noooo-mmmore…!” Lenora begged. Erriox purred at her plea in Gothic. 

“No more, Lenora? Your body and your desperate scent of arousal is saying otherwise.” He laughed and lapped at her clit languidly with his muscular tongue like a big cat. 

“Whaaat are you saying?!” She cried. Her voice rising five pitches when he suddenly pushed his thick finger into her wet cunt. 

“Erriox! Hah… Ah… please… Erri… Hnn… Mountain Lion!” More tears started to flow down her cheeks as Lenora squirmed from the constant stimulation. Her breath stuttered with each thrust of his finger. Another thick finger joined the first. She wanted to beg him to stop but the dizzying pleasure and heat was unbearable. She needed more of it. 

“Errioooox… please! Sto-o-o-ahhh!” Lenora begged, teetering on the brink of another orgasm. She tried to close her legs and squirm away from him. Her feet trying to find purchase to push him off. 

“Do not push me away! I will have my fill of you!” Erriox snarled, a wild shine in his dark eyes. He wrenched open her legs and yanked her towards him, locking her thighs in his muscular arms.  He pushed his face into her cunt, redoubling his efforts to devour her entire being; committing her scent, her taste, and the arousing sight of her sweaty overstimulated body spread naked among her torn clothes on the dining table, to his memory. 

Lenora howled his name, arching her back, her pussy squirting juices onto his face as she came. Her hands slid uselessly trying to push the relentless Iron Warrior off of her. Erriox growled irritably and bit her hand at her attempt to stop him, like a predator with his meal interrupted, before diving back in to sloppily suck and lick her gushing pussy clean. Lenora keened at the stimulation, twisting her hips to escape but only making his grip tighter and his tongue dig harder into her convulsing hole. 

“No- more-!” She managed to get one leg loose enough to kick her heel into her Astartes back. The sudden impact stopping Erriox in his tracks. 

The Iron Warrior gave her an unreadable stare, quickly turning into a predatory grin. He wiped his face with a swipe of his hand. Lenora panted, inadvertently breathing in more and more of the pheromone perfume. Pleasure started to cloud her mind again she could feel goosebumps form under his heated gaze. She let out a needy whine, feeling his palms leaving trails of heat as his hands slid over her sensitive body, coaxing and teasing until her nipples hardened and her pussy juices coated his fingers again. 

In the back of her mind, Lenora realized why her colleague’s Ultramarine had been so antsy and restless at the time, and why her colleague always seemed a bit sore. Lenora was roughly dragged out of her thoughts when Erriox slotted his hip against hers, spreading her legs wide to accommodate for his muscular bulk. The weight of his erect cock laid heavy on her mound, his cum wetting her skin. Her breath hitched when she raised herself on her elbows to look, the visual confirmation of his leaking heft making her mouth go dry and a bolt of desire course straight to her core. . 

“Do you see what you do to me, Lenora?” Erriox growled, his voice husky and low. His hips moved, sliding his cock back and forth, rubbing against her aching clit each time, wetting her mound further with his cum. He smirked as Lenora’s mouth fell open with a soft gasp, her eyes glazing over at the sight of his dick. 

“You want this?”

She whimpered hotly, her hips automatically moving with him, “Please… Erriox.” she wasn’t sure what she was begging for, whether for him to stop or for him to keep going.

The Iron Warrior growled, the confused desperate look in Lenora’s pretty brown eyes as she looked up at him spurred on the animalistic instinct inside him to conquer her fully. Till she could think of nothing but him and him only. 

He kissed her and they both moaned into each other’s mouths as he sunk into her. Lenora wrapped her arms around his neck, whimpering as his cock delved deeper inside her with each thrust. Her eyelids fluttered and she moaned when Erriox fully hilted himself inside her, feeling his cockhead kiss the opening of her womb. His eyes met hers in question, silently checking in. 

She trembled, then nodded, craning upwards to give her Iron Warrior a quick reassuring kiss, “You can move.” she said. 

Erriox hummed and kissed her back before pushing into her again. A low groan emitted from his throat feeling her tight warmth wrapping around his cock. His hands squeezed and kneaded her thighs as he continued to drive into her. 

His grunts turned to growls as his thrusts grew rougher and harder, feeling her cunt squeezing him tighter. Lenora wrapped her legs around him, unconsciously tightening them as she struggled for some semblance of self-control as the coil inside her tightened further and further. Her hands gripped his wrists, breath stuttering with each thrust. 

Lenora keened and mewled as Erriox carried on, determined to fuck her to the next peak. His name fell from her lips like prayers to an unhearing god. One moment she was pleading for him to stop, the next, begging for more, getting confused as to what she was saying any more.

Erriox snarled and bit down on her shoulder, the sudden pain taking her over the edge as she wailed. Her pussy convulsed around him as he bore down on her, her cum making wet squelching sounds with each vicious thrust. With one last lunge he came, filling her womb with his cum. 

“You alright?” he asked, holding her as they came down from their orgasmic high. 

Lenora body went slack, groaning, her voice hoarse, “Water?”

She moaned weakly as Erriox pulled out, leaving behind a strange aching emptiness and the feeling of his cum leaking out her hole. He quickly returned with a cup of water, sitting her up with his arm supporting her back as she drank. She felt tired, but was still left desiring for more. Her body trembled as she leaned into her Astartes’ embrace. Eventually, the trembling stopped and her breathing steadied as she relaxed with his body heat warming her. 

Erriox nuzzled her fondly and kissed her forehead, “Do you want to continue after your rest?” he asked quietly.

Lenora could feel the emptiness in her cunt, and the thought of getting ploughed by his thick cock again made her salivate and nipples tingle. She looked up at Erriox. His heated skin and the way his hands stroked and squeezed her body made it easy for her to see the perfume was still affecting him as well. She lazily traced the scars on his torso amd squeezed his hand. “Yes, just give me another 15 minutes.”

“Of course.” Erriox hummed appreciatively as she nuzzled into him. 

Lenora had a thought and asked, “Could we continue this in my room?” 

He paused his touching, “Why?”

“I don’t know about you, my mountain lion, but it’s more comfortable in my bed. My back is sore from the table.” she laughed, wincing. 

Erriox chuckled, kissing her affectionately, “Anything for my little cat in heat.” 

Blood rushed to her face at his term of endearment. Lenora’s protest about his choice of words ended in a squeak when he lifted her effortlessly into his arms and promptly marched into her bedroom. 

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Protection

Author’s note: this is the fourth in the Bully(ing) Cato Sicarius fic series. First. Prev. Next

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Warnings: Cato Sicarius Being Himself, ask me to tag if something bothers you, canon-typical violence, disparaging descriptions of food

Summary: Cato is your escort to an Imperial Gala. He’s very bored until he isn’t.

Cato dislikes going to these events when his duties as Second Captain of the Ultramarines mandate him to within Ultramar. Or when he is called upon as the Knight Champion of Macragge to aid in the raising of funds for one thing or another. He's almost always in his dress uniform which offers fuck-all in terms of actual protection, is stiffly starched, inhibits his full range of motion and the cloth is itchy to boot. And speaking of boots, instead of his usual combat boots, he's wearing fine, soft-souled leather boots. He's sure that the leather is ridiculously expensive - it'd taken an annoying amount of credits to get them created in time for the Imperial Gala. At least his family's ancestral sword was at his side. One of his hand drifted down to the hilt of the blade - not that he was going to draw it (and stab himself out of the sheer, unending boredom that gnawed voraciously at his sanity) but merely to reassure himself that it was there, when you come up to hi m, looking frustratingly beautiful in the dress you were wearing.

As your escort, the two of you had color-coordinated… And given that you were part of the Lord Regent's retinue, both Cato and yourself were draped in the colors of the Ultramarines. You were wearing a beautiful deep blue dress with gold accents and jewelry. The central gemstone on the pendant necklace you were wearing was an ultramarine blue lapis lazuli that shone brightly in the light. You thrived in this sort of situation. There were many people of high influence who were willing to be convinced to spend money on the cause you were giving voice to - which was additional funds to repair certain devastated regions across a dozen worlds in this sector of the Imperium.

Cato glared down at the plate of food that had been put in front of him. As an Astartes, the amount of mortal food he'd need to consume in order to properly sustain himself was laughable. These miniscule portions with all sorts of strange crap dribbled across the plate was entirely unappetizing. He poked the… Meat? It was a deep violet color and was oozing a fragrant liquid that was nearly overpowering to Cato's senses. He took one of the far too small eating utensils and poked at it. He'd been to fancy meals before, but most event organizers knew better than to try and feed a space marine anything other than foods and rations made specifically for Astartes.

You nudge him in the side with your elbow "This is Sheldeer tenderloin. It's very expensive and only served to guests of high status. It's supposed to look like this, and the sauce is made out of Splumes - which are a dark purple fruit that are equally sweet and musky. If you refuse to eat, it's an insult to the host."

"… Fine." He had promised Father to do his best to behave himself. Cato's scowl intensified and he cut into the insultingly tiny portion of food, bringing it up to his lips and eating it. He had enough experience with mortal food to be able to keep from flinching as the barrage of intense flavors assaulted his tongue. He swallowed down the tiny morsel without much chewing and grabbed at his wine goblet - the wine had been provided by Father from Macragge itself as a generous gift. The familiar flavors of the wine washed away the strange tastes and textures. There were dozens of reasons why young Ultramarines were given lessons on how to eat at mortal events like this, including them to the assault on the senses that mortal food could prove to be. Especially expensive mortal foods, with their love of anything that was obscenely expensive - no matter how vile it actually tasted.

Acquired tastes his left ass-cheek. Cato didn't care how expensive Purple Truffungus was, it was disgusting. He'd smelled soldiers who'd been suffering from Nurgilite trench foot for weeks and that smelled better than the second tiny dish that he was served. Rancid fish eggs with purple truffungus shaved over top. He glared at the dish, as it was a personal offense to him. The scent alone was making him nauseous.

You nudge him in the side and hiss "Eat it."

"No! I refuse! I've smelled rotten corpses more appetizing." Cato hissed back, shooting you a glare. He could tell that several of the local nobles were watching them. The temptation to cross his arms over his chest after shoving the dish out from under his nose was tempting beyond words.

"Stop being a picky eater! I thought Astartes could eat anything, including dirt and concrete! This is specifically made to be not only edible but allegedly delicious." You counter. You didn't enjoy fermented fish roe either, but he was being ridiculous.

The glare he sent you could melt a glacier within seconds. "Just because we can eat nearly anything doesn't mean that we do." He wasn't going to admit to eating building materials or ground. Even as a dare during his scout-hood days. Reluctantly he picked up a tiny spoon and shoved the dish into his mouth as quickly as propriety would allow, swallowing without chewing to avoid feeling the fish roe bursting disgustingly in his mouth.

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Once the vile dinner had concluded, Cato followed you onto the dancefloor, taking one of your small hands in one of his, his other hand coming to rest lightly on your waist as he led the two-person dance as the first song played. The food settled unpleasantly in his stomach, but none of it had been poisoned. Simply horrific and nausea-inducing. He remembered the steps to this dance, effortlessly leading you from step to step, his grip light as you spun in the middle of the dance.

"We're going to need to dance with other people. Mingle with the other guests." You murmur, voice low so as to not to carry over the sound of the live music playing.

Cato scowls at that, his grip on your hand and waist tightening a little "No. I am your escort for the evening, which means I am to stay by your side no matter what, in case of emergency or attack."

You sigh a little, eyes softening a bit. He's an asshole, but you're keenly aware of how seriously he takes his duties. "You don't have to be on the other side of the dancefloor, but part of the reason we - I - am here is to make friendly contact with the nobles here, to encourage positive relations between nobles of differing worlds and sectors of the Imperium. Part of how that is done is spending time getting to know them, at least on a superficial level."

The scowl on his face intensified "I agreed to escort you and dance with you. I did not agree to dance with any mortal who wishes to dance with me tonight."

Considering the ferocity of his glare, you doubted that all but the very bravest would get close enough to ask him. "Captain… Cato, please do this for me? I'd be grateful if you did." You plead, looking up at him hopefully. You had to get him to go along with this, for the night to be successful. If he loomed over your shoulder and dance partners all night, it would cause problems. You had to get him to agree to back off, at least a little.

Cato stares down at you, looking as if someone had shot him point blank with a bolter. He stares down at you for several minutes, the frown on his face having shifted into something more thoughtful. His movements during the dance felt automatic - and you could practically hear the many gears in his head churning and churning. Eventually he managed out a gruff "Fine…" He sounded marginally less likely to stab someone than he had all night, which you were counting as a success. With a surprising amount of reluctance, he let go of you when the first song ended.

Since then, you had been flouncing around from person to person as the songs played on, batting your eyelashes at the other mortals. Coaxing them into spending the wealth that their families have been hoarding for untold millennia in exchange for a sweet smile and the occasional dance or flattering comment. You'd been working on Lord Fuckwit the Two-hundred and Eighty-Ninth of his name for the past ten minutes, giving him some of your most professional smiles as he drones on and on about how lucky she was to be even in the same space as him, how illustrious his family was, and how important he personally, was for the Imperium.

Cato had danced with a steady stream of shorter partners, none of whom seemed to have realized that he was an actual Ultramarine from the way they gossiped and griped about the changes to their power-structure that Father had made, more than a few making nearly treasonous comments before spluttering and back-tracking, saying that they'd drunk too much wine, and of course they would follow the mandates that the only known living Holy Primarch had handed down to their rulers. He was mentally categorizing the complainers between those who were likely just talk, those who likely would side with the high lords of terra should those corrupted bastards try for a coup against Father (again) and throw who would get involved and then crumble into a thousand pieces at the slightest bit of threatened hardship if they didn't spill all they knew of such things.

After the tenth song, a number of the mortals had retired to the edge of the dancefloor to refresh themselves. You were busy speaking and dancing with Baron Shitface the Jabbering, so Cato politely excused himself from his latest dancing partner - an empty-headed little mortal who had tried to guess which branch of the Astra Militarum he was from by the cut of his uniform. He didn't even smack or yell at her once for how utterly wrong she was. You better be grateful for how tolerant he's being. Cato stalks to the edge of the dancefloor, the mortals sensing his dour mood and showing some of the sense the god-emperor gave them when they were born by getting the fuck out of his way as he made his way over to the nearest server with a platter of non-alcoholic drinks. He grabbed two of them, taking a sip of both of them and waiting to see if his Bletcher's gland would activate.

It did not, and you looked like you were in need of rescue from Duke Asshole the Seven hundred and four, so Cato made his way over to where you were dancing with him. He was well-passed tipsy and hovering around shit-faced drunk. It was obvious from his swaying movements and slurred speech. You were handling him well, as the seasoned diplomat you were is capable of. He even waited for the most recent song to end before cutting in. "Would you like a refreshment, *cor meum?"

Duke Whoever from Fucking Nowhere spluttered "And just who are you to cut in while I am dancing with this lovely lady?"

Cato didn't so much as glance in the drunken fool's direction, knowing that he only just had control of his temper as it was "I'm not talking to you, Duke." His intense gaze was focused on you.

You could see the way his fingers twitched around the crystal goblet he was holding out to you, the slight furrow of his brows that never meant anything pleasant unless you redirected him away from his fury. You were taken aback by the pet name. You do gratefully take the goblet of water "How thoughtful of you, yes I very much would like a drink, Cato. Duke Thendali, it has been an honor to dance with you, but I would ask of you an indulgence and let me rest for a moment. I have beendancing since the first song and need a moment to refresh myself."

The furrow in Cato's brows softened a little, and he gently tapped his glass against yours "To a successful evening."

The duke wandered off, muttering drunkenly to himself, his eyes set on someone else to speak or dance with.

You echo the captain's sentiments, a small smile appearing on your face. You've been trying to get away from this drunken noble for several minutes, and Cato has given you an excellent out. You wonder if he did that on purpose, and what the cost of that is going to be, or if he feels it is his duty to rescue you out of awkward social situations tonight, in addition of any physical danger you might be faced with. If so, his timing is impeccable. "To a successful evening. Have you been enjoying dancing?"

Cato stared down at you as he sipped on his drink before answering "Dancing with you, perhaps. My other dancing partners have been… Informative. A couple of them I'll mention to Father." From the veiled but dour expression on his face, whoever those people were, were likely to be getting visited by an allied Inquisitor soon.

But that wasn't part of your position and not something that you'd concern yourself with. You finish the drink that Captain Sicarius got for you, going to the drop-off table, humming along to the beautiful music, a genuine if small smile on your face. Despite the fact that you can tell that captain Sicarius has been seething for most of the night, he's… He's clearly trying his best to be pleasant. And he hasn't flung a single baseline human yet, You're almost proud of hi-

Cato watched you as you moved through the crowd to where the empty cups and goblets were supposed to be placed, the irritation and boredom he'd been feeling all night once again bubbling just beneath the surface of his mind. He tensed as one of the servers walked directly over to you, their movements off.

The server pulled a large kitchen knife out of one of their pockets, raising it up as they aimed for your unprotected back.

OH FUCK NO!

The second captain of the Ultramarines sprinted over to where you were standing, oblivious to the danger, not bothering to suppress the furious growl that rumbled in his chest as he bodily slammed into the fool, one large h and crushing the wrist of the idiot who thought to strike at you while under his protection. "You dare strike at her? She who is under the protection of the Lord Regent? Of the Ultramarines? Of myself?"

"Wh… Who are you? Why are you so fucking big?" The idiot spluttered, their eyes going wide as they struggled weakly in his grasp. "She is a hindrance and will be remo-urgk!"

Cato plucked the knife out of the idiot's hand and casually flicked it into the foot thick, solid hardwood table, knowing that it would be buried to the hilt. No one short of an astartes or Ogryn was getting that blade out of the table with any kind of swiftness of ease. In the same motion with the same hand he grabbed the yapping fool of a would-be Assassin as he slowly moved backwards, ensuring that his bulk covered you entirely from all eyes in the room, his own cold as the deepest depths of space "I am Cato Sicarius, captain of the second company of the Ultramarines. This diplomat is under my protection. No harm will come to her tonight or at any other time that she is in my care. You will be questioned and you will spill all of the information you have."

He paused for a moment, looking you over. Your eyes were wide and you were trembling ever so slightly. Fear and confusion plain in your scent, though your Diplomat's Mask kept a calm expression on your face. "Did he nick you anywhere before I could come to your side, my lady?" His voice was warmer, gentler but carried just as far.

You swallow past the lump in your throat and shake your head, noticing as several guards began rushing over. You signal for them to slow down - Sicarius was not likely to take more clearly armed strangers moving at speed towards you. Not with the terrible temper he'd been in all night and the casual violence he'd already showed. "No, he didn't do me any harm. The guards are here, you should give the would-be attacker to them for processing."

Cato huffed, sending a suspicious glare at the sheepish and startled guards "… As you command, my lady. You, catch." With that he flung the would-be assassin to the ground, aiming him so that he hit the ground in front of the closest pair of guards with the ease that a baseborn human would chuck a couple of grapes.

The assassin wheezed out "THERE'S ONLY ONE OF HIM! ATTACK! WE'LL GET HER!"

Nearly two-dozen people suddenly drew weapons and charged yourself and Cato. You froze up, unsure what to do.

Cato snorted, entirely unimpressed. He grabbed the large table filled with empty drinks with one hand and threw it at the closest five would-be assassins, scattering them as he pulled you to his side with his other hand. "Stay close my lady. I will make short work of these fools." He picked you up one-handed, setting you on his shoulders and out of the immediate stabbing range of your would-be attackers. He then drew and activated his power sword. He kept one hand on your back to keep you in place as he hacked and slashed at the charging baseline humans.

With each swing of his sword he either decapitated one of your would-be attackers or took off the arm that held the short blade that they'd been wielding. Twelve of them were dead before anyone really had a clear idea as to what the fuck was going on, and Cato was stalking after the closest three, a predator's smirk on the one handed idiot.

"W-wait… Please… I… I've… I've decided to surrend-aaah!" One of them pleaded, screaming when Cato cut one of their legs off, in order to slow them down.

"I don't think that you and the rest of the idiots who made this suicidal charge understand just who and what you're dealing with." Cato purred as he cut another would-be assassin shoulder to naval, spilling their intestines as they staggered back with a pained gurgle. "I am an Ultramarine captain. Do you know how many centuries of combat I have in order to qualify for that position? How many successful campaigns I've lead, mmm? And you idiots sought to harm my charge. Those of you who survive the next several minutes will regret your idiocy for the rest of your lives. Not that the Lord Regent tolerates traitors and assassins to live past their interrogations. With this stunt, you may just get his personal attention… And you should believe me when I say that he has a way of making a person reconsider every life choice that led them to putting them at odds with him."

Two more of the assassins tried to run from Cato - not that they got near to where the illustrious people had fled to the edges of the large room of, screaming and watching in terrified horror as they watch a furious space marine dismember those who dared think that they could fight against them.

One of the assassins desperately threw a blood-soaked dagger at him, which he didn't bother to dodge - he knocked it out of the air with his own blade, so that the wayward projectile didn't harm any of the other quests. He was going to be scolded for frightening the baselines as it was… He was doing his best to minimize potential civilian casualties. The mortal guards were just as useless as Cato expected them to be - half of them had frozen up in fear, the others were trying to avoid being trampled by the wealthy guests.

Cato killed all but two of the would-be assassins, using the fools own knives to pin them in place by their clothing. He did have some blood splattered on his unform, which was a shame, but at least he had made sure that you were wholly clean of blood. He pointed the tip of his power sword at one of the whimpering sword as he heard the familiar rumble of jump-packs. The smile on his face widened a little as a squad of his subordinates in full ceramite entered through one of the large windows, lead by lieutenant Titus.

Titus called out "I heard that there's a commotion going on. If I'd been told that the gala was going to end like this, I'd have sparred you for the honor of guarding our diplomat, captain. I'm not much for fancy parties, but killing idiots is something I revel in. Father's on his way. Who's the weepy bastard at the other end of your sword?"

"One of the fools who attempted to harm our diplomat, Titus. If you and Numitor would please escort her back to Macragge's Honor, where I know she is entirely safe, I would be most grateful. I am going to start interrogating this idiot now." Cato ordered Titus. He was unwilling to let you out of his sight, but he knew that the lieutenant would die to ensure that you were safe. Not there was anything on this world likely to be able to kill him.

Titus sighed "I figured you'd say something like that. Father says to not interrogate prisoners in public. I've got three squads following me to processing the living and the dead. We're all heading back to Macragge's Honor. Father's orders."

Cato huffed but nodded, sheathing his sword "As Father commands." He scoops you up in his arms, tucking you into his chest as he broke into a swift run, Titus and the squad of Ultramarines he'd led surrounding yourself and Cato protectively.

*according to google translate this means my heart in Latin and as Ultramarines are Space Romans... I went with Latin for pet names.

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Uriel's subtle revenge

Past =-= Next

Author's note: y'all inspired me to make a Uriel Ventris chapter with the Serf Reader. I hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: A bit of Bully Cato, let me know if I need to add more.

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‘Sometimes,’ Uriel Thinks to himself as he carefully tracks down one particular Serf that comes from his planet of birth from a farming community near where he'd grown up, “I think Captain Sicarius believes His own hype a little too much.’

While the Captain of the Second company is an exceptional fighter with few who could match him in sword, bolter, and tactics. His personality was something that rubbed others the wrong way, like stroking a cat's fur the wrong way far too roughly.

He spots the Serf dutifully tending to their tasks, their hair pinned up and out of the way as they diligently clean the room. They look up and around, feeling eyes on them. They look into his eyes briefly before they look down and properly Bow to him, pausing their work.

“Greetings, Lord Angel,” They say with very care pronunciation.

Uriel remembers when he had Pasinius were young Aspirants and they’d been with a whole barracks full of boys within the acceptable age range from every planet within Ultramar and the teasing and mockery he and his oldest friend had gotten for their ‘hick planet accent’.

Your particular version of their shared accent is really adorable in his opinion. Even when you are trying to hide it, which is a shame in his opinion.

“Greetings Serf,” he says, allowing his Calthian accent to come through.

Their head shot up and they stared at him wide eyed for a moment. Recognizing their shared accent.

“I hear you come from a place near where I used to live,” Uriel continued. “Have the grox-cheeses in the deep caves aged into the wine-dark musk that I remember?”

“Yes, and the festival of cheese wheels happened a few months before I left, Lord Angel,” you reply, your accent thickening back to what it was before you'd come aboard the space ship.

You knew that The Angels of Ultramar are from all over the planets under the protective Custody of the Imperial Regent. But you hadn't realized that one of the farm boys of Calth had actually managed to become an Angel, from what you can read of his Armor, he's a Captain, which is somewhat high ranking. Although at least as far as you can tell, it is.

Uriel and you talk about the various festivals and celebrations that their towns share, to mark the seasons and other important Holidays and events that are celebrated either for local planetary things, or for more important Imperium wide events.

Uriel is regaling you about one of the times he had done the Space Cooper's-hill cheese rolling and wake, one Of the few that he'd participated in before becoming an Aspirant.

You had started to smile and giggle as Uriel was describing something when a voice called out, haughty, And annoyed, “tch, must you speak in such a low way Ventris?”

Uriel's smile only faded somewhat, but his eyes sharpen at the way that you were slightly edging away from the sharp, sour tones of Captain Sicarius.

Uriel allowed himself to glance towards the older Ultramarine, noticing the way he was fuming and scowling at the pair of them.

Uriel stopped himself from smirking a little bit as he realized just how Annoyed the noble-blooded Ultramarine was.

“Ah, Lassie,” Uriel drawls, thickening his accent further, glancing down at you with an innocuous smile,“th’ Cap is fair steam'd.”

“Speak. Properly,” Cato hisses at his annoying younger brother. “You are the Fourth Captain of the Ultramarines.”

Cato clenches his fists and relaxes them a couple of times. He had been going in this direction for a purpose, but what that way flew out of his head when he had heard and seen Uriel speaking with you.

And realizing one of the things is that had bugged him about you. That deeply annoyed him, throne-Cursed Ventris is also from Calth. And the little snot likes to use that accent, which no one but him and his fellow country Bumpkins can understand.

He is ignoring the fact that part of the reason he's so angry is that Ventris got you to smile and giggle at him. He should go to an Apothecary because one of his hearts had started hurting A little to see you look at a different Space Marine like that. Then the bizarre hurt turned into welcome and familiar rage.

“If you aren't doing anything important,” Cato barks at the pair of Calthians,”stop blocking the hallways and get back to work.”

You started to curl in on yourself As a hot flush of shame has your cheeks turning red. You had continued to work, albeit At a slower pace as you spoke and listened to Captain Sicarius's word.

“I think you need to dislodge your sword from your scrotum,” Ventris snarks at Cato.

Cato feels a vein start to throb in his forehead at the younger Captain’s Words." You and I need to go to the sparring ring. Now.”

“Gladly,” Uriel says, giving you a nod before following after an angrily stomping Cato.

He was glad he was able to speak with you for a little while. There aren't many fellow Calthians that go off planet.

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*It can be very daunting to visit a Bittybones Adoption Center when you have anxiety, but the thought of having two cute and caring Felid bitties is just too tempting to pass up on. When you enter the shop, you're relieved to see that there are signs leading to the Felid area. No need to find someone to ask for help.

*When you arrive in the Felid area, it's a bit chaotic. Felids with the zoomies are running and pouncing on each other while more curious Felids watch. There's a few TVs with anime playing, and small groups of Felids are watching and cheering on their favorite characters. You're starting to feel overwhelmed, and you wonder if this was a bad decision.

*A Russyne turns away from one of the TVs, seeming to sense your growing anxiety. She pads slowly over, nudging a tussling Benphys to follow her. The two Felids approach you quietly and calmly with smiles on their faces.

*The Benphys takes over. "Focus on us," she instructs you, drawing your attention away from the noise and movement. "And check out these beans!" The Benphys rolls onto her back, showing you some very cute toe-beans. "Ya call those toe-beans, punk," the Russyne playfully responds, also rolling over to present her own beans for your perusal.

*It's hard to stay anxious with soft kitty toe-beans to stare at and tickle, and the two Felids are able to keep their energetic personalities reined in when you need it. Once you're feeling better, you complete the adoption paperwork and head home with your bitty bean farm.

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Papercrane is like a child that is still learning their body with him pulling up that shirt to look at his ribs

Yep ! It’s almost like he was just born a couple days ago uh ?

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That you Keep

Author’s note: More Random shit. So- Malum Caedo in Boltgun was all like "I shall finish what Captain Titus Started!!" and that was adorable, for a Veteran Murder Machien of a Man. And like. Titus and Malum meeting in Space Marine 2 would be great since, clearly, he adored his Captain.

Summary: Veteran Sternguard Malum Caedo hears tell of his previous Captain, now Lieutenant Titus having survived and returned back to the Ultramarines.

Warnings: Smut. NSFT. uh... let me know if you need me to add anything here? Thanks y'all!

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He had been walking from one part of the ship to the other when he'd heard some of the younger brothers who'd been initially created as Primaris Marines complain about their new Officer.

Gadriel complaining to Chairon about Lt. Titus, Malum paused and looked at his younger brothers in the Second Company and asked if they meant Demetrian Titus- and asked them certain questions about the identity of this Demetrian Titus.

Realizing that the Demetrian Titus that they are talking about is his Demetrian Titus has him asking them where he could find their Lt. They are a little taken back about his questions and vehemence, but they told him.

He thanked the younger brothers for telling him all of this as he headed to where Titus, his Demetrian is. Part of why he'd taken the Graia mission all those long years ago was to see if he could recover his body, since he had been told that Titus had died on that mission.

Part of him thought that had been a lie, and he's glad to know that his instincts on such a thing were correct. His Demetrian turns when he called out his name softly, a smile soft and gentle appears on Titus's face, if a little cautious.

Malum pulls of his helmet, "I am so glad that you are alive Metri."

"You thought I was dead?" Titus asks.

"Yes," Malum says, "Stars above, I have missed you, I had grieved your loss. I am glad that you have returned to us."

Something colder and harder in Demetrian's eyes softens and warms at that. An almost sparkle of something flashes in the other's eyes as he strides towards Malum as they move closer towards one another.

Malum reaches out and grabs one of Demetrian's arms who clasps his hand back as they tug each other lightly into a deep embrace. Titus notes out loud, "You feel stronger."

"Indeed- the benefits of crossing the Rubicon Primaris, successfully," Malum says proudly, "You too- seem stronger."

"I have also crossed the Rubicon Primaris," Titus says, pausing a little, "Did you choose to cross, or was it that or being turned into a Dreadnaught or death?"

"I chose to try to Cross the Rubicon," Malum says, "... What about you?"

"... Chapter Master Calgar chose for me to cross the Rubicon." Titus says.

"Ah, you are not the only Captain that our wonderful Chapter Master has decided such medical decisions for." Malum says quietly, lowly, "I have missed you, so much."

"I have missed you deeply Mal," Titus says as he lightly tugs his fellow turned-Primaris Marine with him to his private rooms.

Malum follows him eagerly as they go into Titus's room, Demetrian lets go of his hand for a moment and goes to his armor stand and hits the quick release button on his armor and steps out of it.

Malum follows suit with his own armor and within a blink of an eye, Titus is upon him. A clash of lips, tongue, and the clack of teeth as they press kisses and touches, desperate fingers touch and tease their paramor's skin and body.

"I have missed you, all these long, lonely years," Malum whispers, moaning into Titus's lips.

"Never chose another to bed?" Titus asks, half surprised, half pleased.

"None could compare to you," Malum said with a shake of his head, honest in his words as they continue to kiss and touch.

Demetrian presses his fingers to Malum's lips and he opens his mouth eagerly as he sucks on the other's fingers- helping lubricate them as Titus teases their cocks, by rubbing them against each other.

Malum groans in pleasure and the delicious friction as Titus flips Malum over and pulls his fingers away as he stretches Malum open with his fingers.

The pain and pleasure run up his spine in equal measure as he pleads, "Titus- fuck me, Please."

"In a bit, love, In a bit," Titus murmurs, "It's been a century for us both, love."

Malum whines a little at that and grinds his backside against Titus' fingers and cock. He hides a little smirk as he hears Titus's swearing of pleasure and the way the other picks up the pace on stretching him.

The feeling Titus's other hand lightly smacking his ass in punishment only enhancing the pain-pleasure-need-desire and he groans in pleasure as Titus pulls his fingers out of him.

He whines at the loss and Titus chuckles a little as he thrusts in, he had wanted to do so slowly. But the hot, tight feeling of Malum around him. Fuck it really has been so long. Has him thrusting all the way in fast.

Damn. This new body of his really is an upgrade. Stronger, faster, it's impressive. As he presses biting kisses into Malums neck and shoulder as he starts to thrust in and out of him.

Malum eagerly matching his pace rolling his hips and groaning in pleasure, while Titus groans in pleasure and murmurs filthy praise. It's embarrassingly quick how fast he cums, but is pleased that Malum doesn't take long to cum either.

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To Be Thanked

Erriox still has not quite gotten used to how to really feel when Lenora gives him her thanks. But he’s learning.

Author’s note: It’s been a while since I last wrote anything for Lenora and Erriox in Husbandry Sentience AU.

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She thanked him. Often. And for what seemed to be the most minute things. Keeping the door open; there’s a “thank you”. Handing her a bowl from a high shelf; another “thanks”. Carrying some equipment or groceries from her vehicle; a “thanks” and a smile. Just thanking him for a lot of little things, nothing noteworthy, in his opinion.

That was one of the most prominent habits Erriox noticed about his bonded after meeting her. Not that he was complaining. How long had it been since he and his brothers were thanked and appreciated for the things they did, the sieges and battles they fought, the blood they shed?

Each time he heard her thanks and saw the appreciation in her eyes, for some reason,it made hearts beat faster, made his mouth want to twitch, awakening a desire to see that reaction again. And that easy curve of her smile… knowing that he was the cause of it made his hearts swell with pride and feel a beat of something, something that made his senses heighten to her presence and a curl of pleasure settle in his lower abdomen. There was something pleasing about being the source of his bonded human’s smile.

Erriox still remembered the first time she had thanked him for something. It was almost five hours post meridiem that day when Lenora came home from work with a truck full of metal poles, rebar, bags of rope, among other equipment.

“Can I assist you?” he asked.

“Yes, please. The poles, rebar, and bags of rope go into the barn. The rest of the things go into the house.” she replied pointing out each item.

Erriox grabbed more than half the poles in the two handfuls he held and quickly moved them into the barn. With his help, Lenora managed to finish reorganizing her work equipment in record time. After making sure there was nothing else left in her truck, she smiled at him, “It’s good to see you again, Erriox, and thank you for your help. I really appreciate it.”

His brain short-circuited and his mouth felt as if he accidentally ate some desiccating agent. Warmth crawled up his neck as his hearts skipped a few beats. Why was he feeling this way? What was he supposed to say to that again?

His pause caused his bonded to look at him with concern, “Hey, Are you alright? Did I say something wrong?”

“Yes.” Came stumbling out. Erriox quickly caught himself, “No! No. Nothing is wrong.” The edges of his ears were burning.

A small smile crept onto his face as he finally remembered what to say, “You’re welcome.”

Lenora giggled, but her expression was kind, “You’ll have to get used to being thanked. There’s plenty more where that came from.”

Lenora’s voice shook him out of his thoughts, “Could you help me get the mixing bowls up there?”

He handed her the bowls she requested.

She smiled at him, “Thanks.”

Erriox chuckled, “You’re welcome.”

He shouldn’t get used to this. Really, it was almost indulgent the way Lenora constantly thanked him. But… he wasn’t going to let that stop any time soon.