#jago sevatarion/fem reader

[echo-of-damnation]

Sugar So Sweet

AH! My internet works now! i can now post this here (its also on my ao3)

Tags: Jago Sevatarion/Fem!Reader, caged reader, hella smut, master/pet, impregnation, mild degradation(? i mean its petification and he cums on the cage), collared

Echo's echo: I had to join the caged up pet gang. Inspired by @lemon-russ and her *chefs kiss* wonderful Morty fic series, but this is love for my bat boys. I know Sev would treat me the reader right <3

Summary: To say you loved your life was a criminal understatement. You lived in a life of luxury that few could ever even conceive possible. You had the finest foods, a soft warm bed, and the knowledge that you were probably the safest person in the entire universe. All you had to do was be the best little pet for the head of the ship, Jago Sevatarion.

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To say you loved your life was a criminal understatement. You lived in a life of luxury that few could ever even conceive possible. You had the finest foods, a soft warm bed, and the knowledge that you were probably the safest person in the entire universe. All you had to do was be the best little pet for the head of the ship, Jago Sevatarion. He was a dominating figure both in and out of your shared room with his pitch-black eyes and scar that split his face eye to upper lip. But once you two were alone together, he was more than attentive.

You roused from your little nap at the sound of familiar footsteps echo down the hall towards your room. Rolling into your side to face the door, you cozy into the little nest of pillows, sinfully soft blankets, and stuffed animals from all the planets your floating world in the cage Sev had provided for you. Your favorite stuffie was a large teddy bear that was almost as big as you that you would cuddle during the nights Sev was planet side. Your own safe space in the dark ship for when he wasn’t around to protect you, saying once he didn’t trust his brothers that shared the ship with you sending warmth through your body at the thought that he cared for you so much that he gave you this wonderful spot.

Knowing the rules for when your Master entered the room, you lazily dug yourself out of the pile of fluff sitting on your knees and straightened the collar so that the tag with Sev’s name sat perfectly between your collar bones. You wore it with pride and loved when you were let out to walk the ship with him and his brothers and the serfs could see who you belonged to, who controlled your entire world. It is the only thing you were allowed to wear along with the cuffs on both of your ankles with their little bells.

The chill of the room sent a shiver down your spine, causing your nipples to harden. The heavy door opened, and your heart skipped a beat as it always did when Sev came into the room, if you had a tail, it would have been going crazy at the sight of him. Letting the door close and lock behind him, Jago walked over to the table that held the tools and supplies to maintenance his weapons and armor. You watched him longing as he slowly removed each piece of his heavy armor. You could see new scratches and dents from his latest time on the surface of the planet he was currently in charge of.

You didn’t know exactly what he did there, simply telling you that it was no concern of pets what their Masters did. All you knew is that sometimes it was a hard job he did, sometimes coming back and leaving you in your cage for days as he would sleep and leave again. Somedays he would let you out just to lick him clean of the dark metallic substance that would cover his boots, hands, and face. One those days he would fuck you for his release only just to lock you away again. Yelling if he caught you trying to get yourself off. You feared today would be one of those days. He hadn’t spoken to you, let alone touched you for what felt like a week and the ache in your sex grew each day you watched him leave.

Once Jago had finished, he stripped himself out of the skintight black suit that provided insulation. Your mouth watered as you saw his heavy cock for the first time that day. A needy whine involuntarily escaped your throat as you watched him lazily stroke it, trying to return some blood flow to it after being held in by the tight undersuit. Jagos eyes looked over at you slowly, the warning clear. You weren’t allowed to make any sounds until he permits you. He took that privilege away from you some months ago when you kept bombarding him with questions about his time off the ship. You had only forgotten that rule once and it had taken the bruises on your ass a week to fade from the punishment. Snapping your mouth shut and turning your eyes down, you tried to pull yourself together as to not annoy your Master again.

A few moments of silence passed until you could hear the dull thuds of his bare feet walking toward you. Once they stopped, he lightly kicked the cage to grab your attention. With a jump from the sudden sound of the kick drew your eyes up to meet him. He stood just inches from the cage, still lazily stroking his now half hard cock. Your eyes grew wide, pleading with them to let you touch it, to taste it, to feel its weight pressed on your tongue. This little trick would work on occasion but on this day, Sev was not feeling so kind. He just continued to stroke himself until you could see the veins that deliciously start to bulge out. His other hand coming down to play with his balls as high breathing started to quicken. All the while all you could do was watch longingly at his cock as the first few drops of pre cum dribbled out, wishing to run your tongue against the tip of the head to taste him.

After a few more quick pumps, he was cumming on the bars of the cage. Some of it making it onto your face and chest. Feeling the warm liquid drip down your skin sent a rush of slick out of your needy pussy. Once he was done, he turned and walked toward the shower in the adjoining bathroom, calling over your shoulder, “Clean it up before I return.” The command punctuated with the closing of the bathroom door.

You sat there, half stunned, half desperate for a moment. It wasn’t unusual for Sav to cover you in his cum, sometimes he would even make you walk the halls of the ship with it dripping down your face and chest, but never had he denied you from helping. The sound of the shower turning on and the muffled hum of Sev brought you back to reality and you began to clean his mess. Deciding to start with the cage bars, you began collecting his seed with your fingers, curling them around each bar to make sure every drop is dealt with. After each pass, you brought your fingers to your mouth, savoring the slight salty flavor of his cum. The flavor coated your tongue with each new cleaning of your fingers. You could feel as it slipped to the back of your throat and down into your belly, causing you to double your efforts with pathetic desperation. All you could think about was his cum. When the bars were almost clean you began to use your tongue, curling the muscle around each cold bar, imagining you were given the honor of cleaning off the cold metal of his power armor.

With the bars clean, you turned to clean yourself. Dragging your hand over your chest to collect the slowly cooling seed, letting it cover your nipples in a little act of defiance of being denied some sort of pleasure. Bringing your hand back to your mouth to clean it, you finish by cleaning your face just as you hear the water stop. Looking around you decided that you had done the best that you could and waited for your Master to return to you so he could see how good of a job you had done.

Sev returned to the main room in a cloud of steam, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. He walked over to your cage and inspected it for a long moment before looking at you, a slight smile turning up the damaged part of his face. “What a good girl,” he said while bending slightly to finally let you out of your cage. A smile tearing across your face as his praise washes over you. Once the door is opened, you crawl out, stretching out your limbs, enjoying the slight soreness from being confined in the small space for so long.

Sev walked over and sat on the bed, reaching into the drawer of the bedside table to pull out the brush he had bought for you. You watched him patiently until he was ready for you. “Come now pet, its time to brush you out,” he called to you.

You obediently crawled over on your hands and knees to him the bells on your ankle cuffs jingling lightly with each movement, a sweet reminder that your wonderful Master would always be able to find you no matter where you went off to. At his feet Sev patted his legs and you carefully climbed up onto him, sitting with your back to him, he began softly brushing your hair. It had been a few months since he brushed it for you. Recently you had to get yourself ready for anytime he wanted you, too tired to do it. Whatever changed this day you didn’t care. You loved the feeling of his large hands holding you, moving you where he needed you. You bathed in the affection he gave you when he tenderly detangled your hair, he hated if he got tangled in it when he would pull your hair.

“You may speak now, little one,” he said as he worked the soft brush down through the ends of your hair.

“Thank you, Sir. I have missed you,” your voice harsh with disuse.

He only hummed his response as he reached back into the drawer for a ribbon to tie your hair back. “You will accompany me today on the deck. You will be on your best behavior and do whatever I tell you,” He told you as he tied it into a bow, “We will be having guests.”

It wasn’t common for guests to come aboard but it was an even rarer case for you to be allowed to join Sev as he entertained them. “Where will I be, Sir?” curiosity overcoming you. “You will kneel by my feet at the captain’s chair. If the meeting runs longer than expected I may allow you nap at my feet,” he told you as he finished with your hair and put away the brush. Pulling you closer to his chest, causing your legs to slide to the outside of his, opening you, “First we must take care of something here,” he purred into your ear as he brought one of his large hands to cup your sex. “My my, little pet you are so wet.”

Your eyes closed on their own as you felt his fingers start to slip between your lower lips, spreading your wetness over your cunt. “Y-yes Sir. I was a good girl, and I waited,” it came out as a shudder as Sev started to slowly roll your sensitive clit between his fingers.

“Yes, you have been my sweetling and as a treat I will give you a gift,” Sev kept working your clit, tightening the coil in your lower belly, moving his other hand down to begin to finger you. A moan fell from your gaping mouth as your hole stretched around two of his large fingers. Pumping them in and out of you at a steady pace causing your slick to begin to drip down his hand.

He began nipping at your neck, “You take my fingers so well. That’s it, work yourself open for me.”

His teeth biting into your neck shot fire through you, his sharp teeth leaving marks on your skin. Humping back onto his fingers doubling your efforts, bracing your hands on his knees so you wouldn’t lose your balance. Your needy and pathetic moans echo around the room mixing with the obscene squelching of Sev’s fingers in your sopping pussy. Your muscles tightening around him as your climax built up in you.

Feeling your pussy pull him deeper in, Sev let out a groan and pulled both of his hands away from you. Leaving you on the brink of an orgasm. You let out a cry at the loss of stimulation. Your cunt feeling painfully empty. Before you could ask why, Sev lifted you up easily and set you down on his cock. Not giving you any moment to adjust to the sheer size of him, his fingers being little help to work you open. He began fucking into you with his own desperation for release now.

“So tight, so warm. My pet perfect just for me,” Sev growled into your neck. “A little toy just for me, to use and fill as I want. Isn’t that right pet?”

“Y-yes!” was all you could get out as he pushed himself deeper into you, feeling him push against your womb.

“Yes what?” he said, bringing a hand up to pull painfully at your nipple. His displeasure in your pathetic answer clear.

“Yes Sir! I am your good pet! So good! My cunt made just for you,” you began to cry as your orgasm built back up, the rough thrusting of his cock in you becoming almost too much to bear.

“Good girl. Yes, your pussy is just for me,” taking his hand from your nipple back down to your clit, pinching it between his fingers. A scream mixed with a moan leave you at the new sensation. “Would you like your gift now?” he said in between his thrusts into you.

“Please! Yes, Sir please. I’ve been good,” your head was starting to spin with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

Moaning into you, he quickened his pace, bringing his other hand to rest just below your belly button. You knew he could feel himself just below your skin. “My good girl deserves her treat. I’m going to cum in you. Fill you up till your belly bulges. How does that sound?” You could only nod your head, unable to form words. The only sound your body could produce was your desperate moans.

“I’ll fuck my cum into your pretty womb. Fill it with my seed till your round with my sons,” his rhythm skipping as he approached his climax, “Keep you fat with my children. Let everyone see that my pet was a greedy whore for my cum.” Weak pleas fell from your lips, trying to let your Master know that you wanted nothing more than to show off your devotion to him by carrying his sons.

A few more thrusts and he was filling you, his cum warming your belly. True to his word he filled you until a little bulged formed just under his hand on your belly. You followed him soon after feeling his cum in you. Your pussy gripping down onto his cock, milking him empty. Falling back against him as your body went limp with the power of your orgasm. Sev slowly rubbing your middle, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “You took me so well, sweetling. We must go now though. Our guests will be arriving soon, and I don’t want to be the last to show,” he said as he slowly pulled out of you. Some of his cum leaked out and he placed a hand over your hole. “No no, be a good girl and keep it in you. I don’t want my gift to go to waste.”

Too tired to speak, you weakly nod, trying your best to tighten your abused hole to keep his seed inside of you. He let you catch your breath a moment longer before pushing you off his lap and onto your feet, steading you as you regained your balance. Grabbing your hand, he led you over to the table with his armor so that you would be able to put it back on him. Trying your hardest to focus on the task as the after glow of your orgasm radiated through you.

Once he was redressed and armored, he turned to you, lifting your chin up with one of his fingers so that he could place the tenderest kiss against your lips. You melted into his touch as a purr came from your chest. Sev pulled back, a small smile on his lips as he tidied your hair back up. Taking a golden chain that sat on the edge of the table, he hooked one end onto your collar and the other to a ring on his hip, connecting you to him.

Leading you out of the room you fell into step behind him, as you both walked toward the helm. Your head held high as the other occupants of the ship averted their eyes as you and your Master walked past. You could feel his cum slowly leak out with every step you took, one of your hands coming to rest where your womb would be. Pride filling you as you thought about becoming pregnant with his sons and wishing that this time will be the one that does it.

[pallysuune]

Summery: You were unfortunate enough to catch the eye of Jago Sevatarion. By some stroke of luck, you were able to slip away from him. There's only one thing you forgot to take into account - the Captain's Raven still haunts the ship.

Pairing: None really? Sevatar/fem!Reader/Rushal eventually.

Warnings: Night Lords are just a warning all their own. Especially Sev and Rushal. Not much else here.

A/N: No smut here, but maybe I'll make a second part with it, if people would like one.

You had always heard such horrible rumors about what the Night Lord's did to their serfs. You had done the best you could to keep your head down and desperately tried to be as uninteresting as possible. You were human. You were disposable. Worse than that, some of the Night Lords enjoyed hurting humans, and would use any excuse to relieve a serf of their position to use as a toy.

But you'd messed up. After a long, frustrating day, you'd snapped to one of the other humans about what you would do to one of the more rude Astartes if you 'got your hands on them'.

You were scrubbing the floor and didn't see the man you were talking to go pale. Didn't see someone looming behind you.

"Is that so?"

You'd frozen at the sound of that impossibly deep rasp. Your heart stopped. You thought you were going to die, right then and there. You didn't need to look up to know who it was.

And you didn't look up, you just pivoted toward him, pressing your forehead to the ground. "M- my lord, forgive me, I-" you gasped, your voice wavering with dear.

"Save it," Sevatar dismissed your words. "Look at me."

You couldn't bring yourself to look up. Your heart was racing too fast, the world darkened at the edges of your vision. It was only when he shifted impatiently, when you heard that slight squeak of the pneumatics of his armor, that you moved, jerking your head up so quickly you nearly gave yourself whiplash.

You looked up at Jago Sevatarion, your heart in your throat. He looked back down at you, impassive and apparently unconcerned with your panic. He studied you a moment longer, then his lips twisted into a smirk.

"Come to my rooms after the serf's final meal tonight," he said. And before you could say anything, he turned and walked away.

Oh.

Oh, you were so dead.

You looked back at the other serf who you had been speaking to, only to find them frantically washing the floor, ignoring you. Well, you couldn't blame him. It was every human for them self on a Night Lord ship. Which also meant you were on your own if you wanted to find a way to survive.

You had to run.

The serfs day was separated into times to work, times to eat, and times to sleep. There was a morning meal, and an evening meal. You decided to wait until the change between work and meal time to slip away when all the serfs were shuffling from one place to another. You slipped into a serf's corridor and then, from there, into the vents. You couldn't think of anywhere else to go. It wasn't a permanent solution, you knew, but you didn't know what else to do and you were panicking.

So you crawled through the vents until you found a dark little maintenance corridor. There, you pressed your back to the wall in a corner, pulled your legs up to your chest, and tucked your face into your knees.

You were scared and alone, in the dark. It all weighed down on you. All you could do was close your eyes and cry.

How long you stayed like that, you had no idea.

There was the faintest sound just in front of you. Your head snapped up and your heart stopped.

He looked like a ghost, crouched just in front of you. An Astartes without any armor on, dressed only in black linen pants and shirt. Long, messy black hair framed scarred, paper white face. The heaviest scarring was around his mouth and lips. His eyes were pure black from corner to corner as he looked at you.

You'd forgotten about him. He was so rarely seen.

The Raven.

Sevatar's Raven.

Tears welled in your eyes immediately. "Please," you whispered.

He just looked at you, studying you silently for a long moment. Then he raised a hand, making a complicated series of signs you didn't understand. You shook your head, tears slipping silently down your cheek.

"I don't understand..."

Silently, he shifted closer to you. It was impressive that he could fit in the maintenance tunnel at all, let alone move so smoothly and so quietly. You realized with a little spike of horror that the sound you heard before, the one that had alerted you to his presence at all, must have been intentional.

He stopped just in front of you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body against your legs.

"Please," you whispered again. You squeezed your eyes shut, more tears spilling out. "Please don't take me to him. Just- just forget you saw me. Please."

A large, calloused finger traced the curve of your cheek, not wiping the tear away as much as following it, trailing it down your skin. Your breath hitched in a rough sob. He cupped your cheek. His hand was large and warm, and despite the well-worn hardness of his skin, he was gentle when he touched you. As if you were glass.

"Please?" You whimpered, trying one last time, as your eyes fluttered open to look up at him.

He met your gaze with his, and slowly, so slowly, shook his head.

Your heart fell.

[moodymisty]

Knife play with sevatarion? Love me some problematic Nightlords.

Love your work!

Author’s Note: tehe i just love him <3

Relationships: Jago “Sevatar” Sevatarion/Fem!Reader

Warnings: A bit lewd but not nsfw, The consent is dubious so tw dubcon, Violence, Knife play (no cutting in this one), Stalking, Predator/Prey kinda dynamics, General 40kness, Sort've vaguely implied relationship of somesort with Sevatar

You’re always hypnotized by the way Sevatar flips around his blade.

Handle, tip, handle, tip,

He flips it around between his fingers like a coin trick, armored fingers more dexterous than you would ever have imagined them.

He wields it with a surprising gentleness, despite his nature. He does the mindless gesture quite often, and you find yourself distracted by it whenever he's near you. More than once you've had to snap yourself out of it, fix your gaze and try to remember the last words whoever had been speaking to you said.

Even Sevatar has caught you once. Though you hope he just thought you were zoning out, bored out of your mind from whatever you were supposed to be doing.

"Your legion doesn't bring you out here quite often, does it?"

You quickly pull your eyes away from the knife, and you swear, you swear, you hear Sevatar chuckle. But when you look, his face is the same deadpan it always is, watching you and everyone who comes close like a sentinel.

"Oh um, yes; The Night Lords tend to travel in systems quite far away from Terra, so I don't get many chances to step foot in the palace."

The man you were speaking to nods, and you’re thankful the conversation ends on a somewhat normal note not long later. You don't know how much more you would've been able to maintain interest, and not let your eyes wander. Though they do, not moments after the man turns his back on you.

Handle, tip, handle, tip

This whole evening has been a mess, you’re not sure how much longer you can entertain nosy lords, and commissars with far more free time than yourself.

"...Finally..."

The moment you return to your quarters it’s like a weight was lifted off your chest, and you debate what you want to do first. Do you want to take your dress off and get ready to sleep? Or go and-

The sound of heavy ceramite boots suddenly rings in your ear, and a primal sense of flight triggers in your body. Your head hammers and you go to scream, but a hand slaps over your mouth. You swear your heart stops; Like you're dead but still seeing and thinking.

“It’s me.”

Sevatar laughs at your fear, and the sound rumbles your chest. You know he can hear the racing of your heart from the fright better than you can even hear it in your own ears. “The others know you’re off limits.”

That doesn't mean the other Night Lords haven't tried to take a bite of you. The younger, Nostroman-born ones are eager to rip you to pieces, while older Night Lords like Sevatar attempt to maintain some form of obedience and structure.

Sevatar raises his other hand in front of you, knife held between his fingers.

“You want this, don’t you.”

Handle, tip, handle, tip,

“You don’t think I can’t smell how fucking wet you get whenever I toy around with it?”

He grips the handle to stop flipping it, pulling it closer to your jawline. The tip tickles your skin, sending shivers through your body. His hand slides off of your face, letting you breathe better.

“I’m going to cut that dress right off of you.”

With rough and seemingly careless handling Sevatar throws you onto your own bed, caging you to it with his own body. The tip of his knife presses against the underside of your chin and you're forced to tilt your head up and expose your neck lest he pierce your skin, and he slowly drags it downward- watching your skin ripple like the surface of broken water with bumps from the cold metal. It passes the dip of your collarbone, and he adjusts the tip to be a bit more parallel to your body as he cuts through the fabric of your dress.

It was a beautiful dark blue, but its little more than tatters in seconds as he cuts it clean in half and pushes the parts away to reveal your body. He laughs at the sound of the threads ripping and snapping, you don’t know if it’s at the flimsiness of your dress or the way you look up at him.

“You know how much I have to fight to keep the others away from you?”

His knife trails up the center of your stomach, slipping between your breasts underneath your bra. He pulls upwards and you whimper as the fabric digs into your back, but eventually the material looses out to the sharp blade and snaps in two. He takes the tip of the knife and brushes it against the side of one of your breasts and laughs as you writhe underneath him.

You don't know why you trust him as much as you do. Why screaming was never even a thought in your mind. Then again, would anyone come if you did?

“Too bad for them you’re off limits. I don’t share.”

Your legs are curled up between his, shaking from the cold of the ship and his blade.

“You’re too much of a good girl for me to let them break you like everyone else. They don't know how good of a catch are.”

With one yank he straightens your legs out, slipping his knife beneath the fabric and slicing your underwear. He tugs them away after, throwing the broken fabric aside. You're thankful you have spares, given he's reduced everything you've worn to ribbons.

Satisfied with your exposed body he puts the hand holding his knife close to your head to support himself- a subtle reminder that he still has it. He watches you glance towards it before looking back up at him.

You want him. You hate that you want him, terrified that you want him and how much he's obsessed with you; But you still want him. He's overtaken your entire vision and your entire world.

“I smell how wet you are. Tell me girl, what else is in that head of yours?”

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

The Eternal Night (Part 5/Finale)

Summary: After the destruction of Nostramo, Sevatar gets emotional and wants to see you.

Jago Sevatarion/fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere, power imbalance, violence, predator/prey, stockholm syndrome, noncon

Word count: 2581

Song: She Wants Revenge - Sister

Still he pulled back the sheets And said, "You better lie down, 'cause the angels are watching," She closed her eyes and said, "Quit the talking You can hurt me, do whatever you like,"

Sevatar had long since left the captain's bridge. The legionnaires lowered their heads, trying not to look at the man. The serfs, almost crying and trembling with fear, fled to their holes. Even the most fearless brothers tried not to get in his way, feeling the wrongness and creepiness. It was as if his dark soul had found a way to spill out. The air shook with his Gift, which he could not contain due to strong feelings.

There was little that surprised or awed the First Captain. His mind worked differently. The man still remembered the Zoa Tower, which Shang called beautiful. Sevatar could not understand how one could define something or someone as beautiful. However, now he could fully realize this when he saw the destruction of the world.

Nostramo, a world without sun and law, was destroyed no more than an hour ago. But Sevatar still saw the destruction of the universe before him. What was created by the Galaxy over millions of years disintegrated in a matter of minutes. How the threads of life were cut, tectonic plates shifted, and magma flooded the planet like blood.

It was a wonderful sight.

A sight that haunted him even after the world was left in ash, the ships set off far from their home system. Even when the first captain gave the order to kill every dissenter at Nightfall. Be it mortal or space marine. The primarch's order was law and they had to obey.

His family had long since died, and distant relatives served the Night Lords right here. Besides, he never liked his hometown. Tall mines in which one had to work until exhaustion. The smell of adamantium and black clouds full of toxic rain. The only thing he will miss is the crows.

Sometimes the man regretted that he had not taken them with him on the ship the last time they were on Nostramo. But years of self-control and meditation helped him cope with the consequences of the Gift. And with you, he completely forgot about his curse for a while.

You. Your image immediately appeared in his head when the red glow of the burning world disappeared from his black eyes. Sevatar immediately realized that he wanted to share this moment with you. He wanted you to feel the same way he did. A man wouldn't risk taking you to the porthole. He only liked to see you in his chambers. But maybe you can see it in his eyes?

Sevatar slightly opens the door to his quaters and remains on the threshold, not daring to enter. You sat at the very end of the room, legs crossed and ears covered. Rocked like a child, hoping to calm down. You felt Nightfall being torn apart by the countless number of weapons that were used. Heard the despair of the planet being destroyed.

If you were a psyker, did you hear the screams and tears of the dying?

You feel how the air in the room is changing, how your hair is electrified from a strange sensation. As long as you dare to look at the returning man. Your eyes, filled with fear, light up with a spark of hope.

“Is it over?” - much to the space marine's disappointment, yes. Apparently his face spoke for him because your eyebrows immediately furrowed. - “Sevatar, are you fine?”

The last time anyone showed concern about his condition was his mother. Huh, Sevatar didn’t think about her for many years. It's not that he misses her. But you appeared and images of his mother hugging him in the hope of easing the pain began to emerge in his mind. You did it better.

“Yes, little mouse, I’m fine.” - the man succeeds before going inside, locking the door. - “Now finally help me take off this armor.”

You quickly jump up and rush to the space marine, attentivelly and extremely carefully helping the man remove the second skin. You are too weak for such weight, but your delicate fingers easily cling to the necessary parts, giving the man the opportunity to remove the armor. You both are silent, each thinking about your own.

“That chronicler that we hung at the entrance. What did she do? - the words cut through the silence like water through a stone. Sevatar was about to leave, having discussed all important matters with the primarch, but a question arose by itself. He didn't even understand why he asked it. But worst of all was Konrad Curze's smile.

“Oh, she took part of the report on Piamen joining the Imperium. To make a list of questions and write a book. But without asking my permission and taking away important documents, theft was committed. The criminal deserved her punishment.”

Sevatar raises an eyebrow at the primarch's excuses. Not that he regretted the death of the annoying remembrancer. He didn’t care, besides, an order is an order, it must be carried out. It was just that he was partly amused by Curze's attempts to justify his thirst for violence as a noble act. The Night Lords were justice, but there was no point in denying their dark desires.

“Be that as it may, everything turned out only in your favor.” - pointed teeth stretch to their full length, like a crescent moon. - “No more keeping track of a useless crew member. And you began to sleep more often, didn’t you?”

“Are you scared?” - you nod confusedly and the man chuckles. He shouldn't have asked such an obvious question. Even though you were safe and began to perceive Nightfall more as a home, you were still an ordinary serf girl. For whom Cheraut Incident is akin to the end of the world.

The fact that Konrad Curze almost killed his brother, after which he hastened to hide in his native system, raised trepidation among mortals. The Night Lords were only too happy to mock their cousins, but even they were surprised at such a sharp attack from the primarch.

All the time on the way to Nostramo, the ships languished from human fear and the gloomy anticipation of the space marines. Opportunities to bring justice to their home world. Final and irrevocable judjment at the cost of billions of lives.

“The whole planet was thundering. And people screamed so much. I think I can still hear them crying. Or maybe my imagination is running wild, I-I don't know. I never would have thought that one of the worlds of the Imperium would fall in this way.” - you pull your head into your shoulders, putting the last detail back in place, realizing what you just said. - “Beg your pardon, my lord.”

“Hmm, it’s even a pity that you were hiding here. Seeing the whole world die is an unforgettable feeling. Especially if you came from it. Imagine if Terra was also destroyed.” - Sevatar grins, enjoying your surprised look.

“B-but that won’t happen, the Emperor won’t allow it.” - you were so frightened by the very thought of destroying the heart of the Imperium that you began to contradict your master. But Sevatar was in a good mood and he even liked your hope, flimsy as dirt.

The first captain doesn't answer you. Doesn't know what to say to this. If the Emperor so wishes, Terra can be destroyed in a matter of minutes. Or, on the contrary, the Legions would line up to protect the planet. But first and foremost, Sevatar served Konrad Curze. He was ready to carry out his orders first and foremost. Like now they have already destroyed the world. Their former home.

The man sits down on the bed, not taking his eyes off you. You fiddle with your hands, not daring to approach Sevatar until he gives you an order. Obedient girl. As you promised, you served him well and he appreciated it. Maybe he should have sent you to bed or touched your tattoo again as usual.

But today Sevatar was overwhelmed with feelings and he realized that this was not enough. He needed more. He didn't know what exactly he wanted from you. However, the desire to devour you took hold with incredible force as soon as he remembered the death throes of Nostramo.

The man pats the bed next to him. Sevatar chuckles as your eyes widen. Just like a crow. It's not that you were afraid, but the first captain's behavior was unusual. Even if he cares about you, the unknown is always scary. Especially on the Night Lords' ship.

You purse your lips and hesitantly approach the bed before lowering yourself onto it. The air filled with heat. The man continues to study you, not knowing what to do with you next. Until an idea comes to mind. Spontaneous and foreign, but it’s just right for a space marine. After all, why not satisfy his curiosity.

“Take off the top.” - you shudder, unable to understand the order. But your hands still reach for his shirt, as soon as Sevatar frowns. His voice drops, almost sounding like metal scraping. - “I won’t repeat it. Strip.”

You quickly remove the cloth, trying not to anger your master, looking at him carefully. Waiting like little prey to see what the predator's next move will be. But the snap of man's fingers pull you out of thoughts and you almost whimper, removing the fabric covering your breasts. You want to hide from the examining gaze, hug yourself with my arms. But you don’t do this, unable to move.

And Sevatar looks at you, unable to understand his train of thought. And why did he order you to do this? The body is like a body, ordinary mortal skin, on which it is easy to leave bruises (he can already see a couple) and easy to remove. The flesh is soft in comparison. Two bulges that reveal your femininity. Nothing special, he had seen naked bodies more than once in skinning pits.

But he can't turn his back on you. Something about you touches him. Sevatar clenches his teeth, almost growling. You cower, finally covering yourself, as if in one moment the man will tear you apart. In part, that's what he really wanted to do. Sink his teeth into the flesh, tear out pieces of meat, bury himself in your hair and remain in your scraps for an eternity.

Hearts sound loud and fast, echoing in a man’s head as he moves closer to you. Unwanted thoughts take over the mind, throwing all irrationality to the wind. He must touch you. He must tear you apart. Should kill you. Must be inside.

You can hardly breathe when a heavy hand touches your shoulder, caressing the tattoo. But this time Sevatar doesn’t turn you around with your back to him. Quite the opposite. With his other hand, the Space Marine throws your arms off your breast and presses your waist to him. The little heart is beating fast like a mouse caught in the clutches of a beast. The cheeks warm with the realization that the man is wearing only a loincloth.

The silence is abruptly interrupted by your short scream as Sevatar sinks his teeth into the line connecting the shoulder and neck. He was too cautious and careful so that you wouldn't break. But it still hurt you. The man licks your wound, enjoying your sobs. He fixes his gaze on you, hoping to see your suffering. And freezes.

Your eyes are wet, your mouth is slightly open. You were hurt, but there was something else in your face. Soft and gentle, long forgotten and buried in the depths of the minds of the Night Lords. But even as a mortal boy, Sevatar cannot remember a similar look. Only his mother looked at him like that, but still there was a difference. You didn't see him as a son.

You raise your hands and run your fingers over Sevatar's shoulders. Tender, fragile fingers that have never known hard work, have never held a weapon in their hands. Until you finally lock them behind his neck. You press your whole body against him so that he can feel your breasts.

For the first time in a long time, the man's breathing becomes unbearable. But not from pain, as usually happens in battle or because of the Gift. Sevatar would even say that he feels better than ever. His hearts began to beat even faster, and heat rushed through his body. You hissed in pain, feeling the hot skin beneath you. But you still clung to him.

“I can break you.” - he won't kill you. He won't let anyone hurt you. Any man who dares to look at you or speaks to say goodbye to his life. - “I am your master. And you are mine. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

He didn't like to share. Never lived in the slums of the night city. Not now, when he took the place of first captain. If he wanted something (and this rarely happened), he devoured it without leaving a trace. The Terminators were loyal only to him. And you. You should have given yourself to him too.

Sevatar watches with a sigh as your eyes fill with tears, rolling down your cheek. He instinctively licks them, touching your cheeks with his tongue and lips. Your eyes. And your lips. The last part of the body especially touched his nerves, but the man restrains himself so as not to rip out your lower face with his teeth.

“Do whatever you like.” - you pronounce the cherished words with a breath and a groan. Before fearfully and hesitantly rushing towards the pale face of the killer holding you captive. Your lips touch the scar on your chin. - "I'm yours."

You're a good girl. You are very very good. It’s even a pity that you fell into the hands of a beast who can barely control himself. Which knows only how to kill, cut and torture. But he will learn. And may it always hurt you, you will enjoy it just like now.

Sevatar tilts you until your head hits the pillow. The man settles on top of you, squeezing your waist and shoulders. He runs his fingers over the tattoo. He remembers, no, he studies what has eluded him all these years. What he was deprived of as an Astartes.

His hand lands on one of your breasts and squeezes, making you squeak, digging your nails into his shoulders. A bloody grin runs across Sevatar’s face, causing drops of your own blood to fall on your face. His hips move against yours on their own, as if imitating a process erased from his code.

This is only an imitation perverted by chemical treatment. And even so, Sevatar realizes a simple truth. He wants to be inside. He wants to take his sword and plunge it into you up to the hilt. He wants to fill you up so that liters of blood pour out of you.

Sevatar peers into your face before burying his nose in your shoulder with a groan. The whole body and mind are overwhelmed by a contradictory feeling of peace and rage, merging into a strange symbiosis. There is a confession on the tip of his tongue that he wants to say, but he can’t because he doesn’t know what the words are. Only one thing comes to mind.

“Call me Jago.” - the man almost closes his eyes from the coming sleep. Ahead there was only eternal night .

“This means?”

“Yes.”

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The Eternal Night (Part 2)

Summary: The first captain and the serf become more and more attached to each other every day in a dark and obsessive way.

Jago Sevatarion/fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere, power imbalance, violence, torture, predator/prey

Word count: 2169

Song: She Wants Revenge - I Don't Want To Fall In Love

I know that you're the right girl But do you think that I am the right man?

You really hoped that by joining Sevatar’s service you would quickly learn everything. After all, all your life you have been the servant of an aristocrat, not a space marine. Especially the Night Lord.

But you're lucky. Your only duties were mopping the floors and taking care of the bedding and workout clothes. It was pointless to clean the armor of blood and human skin. The more terrible and intimidating they looked, than better.

It seemed that the First Captain did not need a personal serf. He got along just fine without it. But you weren’t going to complain about such a gift of fate. There are even fewer responsibilities than when your mistress was alive.

You bend over to the floor, wiping away the dirty stains with a rag. A relieved sigh escapes your lips on its own. The pain, which lasted several weeks, finally went away.

Sevatar ordered that you get a tattoo right on your back, near your left shoulder. The ink was mixed with the blood of the first captain. This way mortals will understand that they cannot touch you. And other Space Marines will feel where you belong. It was very painful. You didn’t scream, but the tears flowed naturally as the sign of the Night Lords appeared on your skin.

When you arrived at Sevatar’s quarters, he only chuckled with satisfaction when he looked at the final result. And you were almost certainly sure that he liked your eyes, red from tears. That night, lying in the corner on your mattress, you couldn’t sleep. It was also painful to perform simple duties. But you were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Where were you born?” - a male voice comes from behind you while you are scrubbing the floor. You didn't need to look to know that Sevatar was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. As always.

“On Terra. On the lower levels.” - you try not to remember the corpse of your mistress, plunging into memories. - “I was very lucky. One of the aristocrats decided to organize charity and sent many poor children to a special school. After that, we all had to go to serve the rich.”

You sigh in guilt.

“I became his granddaughter’s maid.”

There is silence in the room and you think that the first captain has become uninterested in this conversation. But he only grunts in response.

“There wasn't much of a choice, right? Either poverty or service to others.” - the man speaks in a relaxed voice. You only blush because the Astartes compared your destinies. He didn't look mocking. - “Did you even like it?”

"Yes." - you remember how the sunlight fell on the stained glass windows. And you little one looked at this spectacle with admiration. Until the teacher scolded you for the amusement of the other girls. A moment of innocence. - “I loved performing in the choir.”

You return to your duties, wiping away the dried dirt, trying not to look behind you. Sevatar was silent, but you knew that he was thinking about his life, over your words. Perhaps if you were different people and in another place, he would admit that you have a beautiful voice. You couldn’t say how, but you knew for sure that this thought flashed through his head.

You were mostly silent. But in rare moments, Sevatar began to talk. Mostly when he was relaxing in bed. You asked each other about life, giving in to a completely spontaneous desire to get into each other’s soul. It was strange and possibly wrong. But you both couldn't resist.

“When did you kill the first person?” - you didn’t know why you decided to ask your master about this. The question arose naturally. Sevatar remained silent and you dared to continue. - “They recruit young boys into the Astartes. Did you kill a man when you joined the Legion?”

The man looks at the ceiling with his arms crossed behind his back. Finally he speaks.

“No, little one. I killed a boy of my age when I was nine.” - the man looks at your discouraged face and laughs an unpleasant laugh. Only dead people laugh like that. - “You won’t survive on Nostramo any other way. I had to defend myself as best I could. Capture and take what I want. Even eat.”

Sevatar looks at you carefully. Either joy or pain splashes in his eyes.

“If you ever have to eat human flesh, little mouse. Don’t try the eyes, you won’t like it.” - the first captain closes his eyes and turns to the wall, as soon as you nod. Good advice. You will remember it. The main thing is that it is not useful in life.

You wring out the rag, pleased with the result. The floors almost shone with cleanliness. Although it was difficult to notice given how little light there was in the Space Marine's quarters. Immediately thinking of your savior, you can’t help but glance at him briefly.

He was still lying on the bed. Sevatar forbade you to do anything in his absence. Quite the opposite. It was when the man should have gone to bed or simply rested that you should have started cleaning the primarch's room.

The more you moved, while trying not to make noise, the better. The top was supposed to consist of just a tank top. So that your tattoo is always visible. Hair was strictly forbidden to be tied.

Serving Sevatar was easy, but his requests were awkward.

The Space Marine suddenly awakens and you flinch at the sight. The man sits down on the bed, rubbing his eyes. Sevatar looks around the room, noting with obvious displeasure that you performed your duties extremely well.

It's even kind of offensive.

“Already cleaned up. Apparently you will have to go around the second circle.” - Sevatar grins when he sees your disappointed face. - “Looks like I spoiled you, huh. Next time you’ll help with sewing.”

If the Night Lords sew, it is only cloaks made of human skin. You immediately go back to work. Again you pass the rag over the now clean floor.

Only this time the man was in no hurry to fall asleep again. Instead, he looked at you. For a long time. Appreciatively. Even too much.

“I changed my mind.” - the man snaps his neck. - “Come here.”

Where is here, you wanted to ask a stupid question. But could anyone blame you? No matter how kind the first captain was to you, he still caused fear. Not to mention, you were completely alone. No one would help you anyway. And yet the absence of even the slightest chance made you sad.

The man beckoned you with his finger and you obediently approached him. Sevatar, without saying anything, took your hands in his. He examined the palms and touched the delicate fingertips. You pursed your lips in embarrassment. A moment later, black eyes peered intently into your face. You thought you would drown in this darkness, until strong hands suddenly turn you around.

Sevatar lays your back on his lap and you freeze. You can’t help but tremble, breathing heavily through your nose. The man had scared you before, but now his behavior was perplexing. Not to mention the size difference. You didn't even reach the floor.

Rough fingers touched your tattoo, slowly rubbing the flesh. Touching the lines of the skull and wings of the gargoyle. Squeezing a little, leaving bruises on the body. You swallow as Sevatar takes in the scent of your hair. You could even hear the beating of his two hearts, he held you so close to him. The man seemed lost in his thoughts.

***

“P-please, I didn’t d-do anything. I would never betray the Imperium. H-have mercy. Don't torture mee."

Sevatar, unlike some brothers, did not catch unfortunate serfs or captives to pull off his skin out of boredom. He did it just like now. By order of the primarch or as necessary. But this does not mean that it was not unpleasant for him to do it. Just boring.

The brothers standing next to first captain loudly argued about who would torture the traitor next after the first captain. But as soon as the man looked at them angrily, they immediately fell silent. Now they decided to settle the dispute by playing rock-paper-scissors. Although it makes no difference who will be next. They're here for a long time.

“This is punishment for betrayal.” - the space marine smiles unpleasantly at the crying girl before gently running his knife across her stomach. The victim screams in pain. There is a characteristic smell of urination in the room. - “No more than that.”

Well, of course he's exaggerating here. No matter how Konrad Curze tried to hide behind nobility and justice, he liked it. Fear and horror, complete submission, screams and pain. Sevatar would be a hypocrite if he said that he is not the same.

The annoying scribe lost all her arrogance and turned into a carcass. It’s good that she decided to go against the primarch. She was annoying. And how could such a brat have such a good maid like you?

The first captain sighs, cutting off a strip of skin, just remembrering your vision. You were good. Quiet. And funny. Your bump on your forehead amused him for a long time. But most of all, you calmed him down. There was something unusual about you. And familiar.

How did you move. Sneaked among the shadows, flying from one place to another. Either to your nest or ran to friends. You played with food, although like any scavenger, you should to eat rats. How quietly you spoke to the other serfs, and your trembling changed the tone of your voice. How quickly you moved, causing your hair to make pleasant noise. Reminiscent of the rustle of feathers. Even your eyes were big and attentive. 

But the birds are free. And you are not.

The victim chokes on tears and snot, and Sevatar only smiles at this picture. You're especially vulnerable right now, right? Without a mistress, alone, in a terrible eerie Legion, which will gladly offend someone as small as you. You probably need a protector.

The first captain grimaces from strange thoughts. The man moves away from the prisoner, waving his hand. Let these impatient bastards replace him.

No, he didn't need personal servants. He didn't need them. And yet, for some irrational reason, he was considering taking you in with him. Although he already had to look after four mortals. It was also not enough to add you to this list.

On the other hand, you won't be a hindrance. And lately his... Gift has become more acutely felt. The crows are far away, but you are close. Not a bad replacement. So why doesn’t Sevatar make an exception and take you to his place? You will help him relax, and he will protect you from his Legion. At least once in his life he will do a good deed.

The first captain just chuckles at this while the sound of tearing skin is heard from behind. The room is filled with a metallic smell and the inhuman scream of a half-dead woman. But Sevatar hears only the rustle of wet black feathers.

The man breaks away from your hair, inhaling its scent. He grins at the back of your head as he continues to stroke the tattoo.

He didn't have to offer it or take it by force. You came to him yourself. Begged him to save you. At first, Sevatar even thought that you were a crazy suicide. But you were an ordinary girl with oddities. And it's not to say that he didn't like it.

You turn to face him, making your hair slide across your skin. Sevatar can't help but look at your face. Parted lips, flared nostrils, big eyes. Yes, your skin looked good on your skull. There's no need to rip it off.

And the smell. He felt your fear. Uncertainty. Fright. But at the same time there is a bit of hope. Trust. You wanted to believe him. Your kindness was not an act. Or trying to survive. You're strange.

His head is empty. No bad thoughts about the Crusade or the Legion. The dull pain no longer numbs the brain. It was as if he was back in the night city. Again felt the touch of feathers. After ascension to the Astartes, he was finally able to sleep properly.

His tongue automatically begins to move over your tattoo. You squeak sweetly in fear before falling silent. You try to behave as still as a mousekin in the clutches of a scavenger. Only the predator will not let go of its prey even if it is already dead.

The hair rustles pleasantly near the man's nose. Rare uncontrolled sobs only provoke more. And the intermittent breathing and pounding of the heart echoes loudly in the ears like a croak. The eyes close on their own.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

The Eternal Night (Part 4)

Summary: On one of many nights, Sevatar reflects on his feelings for you.

Jago Sevatarion/fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, power imbalance, violence, predator/prey

Word count: 1538

Author's note: there's nothing sexier than when a space marine who doesn't know what love is wants to kill you~

Song: She Wants Revenge - Red Flags and Long Nights

You can occupy my every sigh You can rent the space inside my mind At least until the price becomes too high

You are small and fragile as a mouse. You could easily be squeezed and crushed. Until your eyes become bloodshot and the air disappears from your lungs. The human body is viscous and fleshy. How many people lived their lives, dreamed, suffered, were living souls until they found themselves in the skinning pits?

Sevatar could do the same to you. Squeeze the life out of you and hang your skin around the ship like curtains. But then he will lose the peace that he has not felt in recent decades. He will lose you.

The last thought sits unpleasantly on the tongue. Sevatar has already allowed himself to become sentimental towards his distant relatives. Of course, if they were them. That's what he didn't expect, that he would worry about his little toy.

Nice and gentle. Small and fragile. Yes. That's what you were. Your whole image and the way you behaved, moved, took him far away. Far away in the rainy rain as black feathers swirled around him. But at the same time you brought a completely new feeling. To which he could not find a word.

It's a distraction. No, the first captain could lie to himself as much as he wanted, but this was not so. He still performed his duties properly. Even better. Now he could fully concentrate on them without thinking about his Gift. After all, you were always on hand to relieve stress.

And that's not to mention the sweet smell of fear. Eyes full of tears and unspoken pleas from soft lips. Quiet sobs in the depths of the night, when Sevatar had the idea of ​​playing with you. Complete dependence and submission to him and only him. The tattoo adorning your shoulder beckoned and tormented his thoughts. How could he resist licking the cocktail of ink, his blood and your sweat?

The primarch should not have waged a joint campaign with Fulgrim. The Nostroman language was already considered beautiful and sophisticated by the inhabitants of the Imperium. Now the Night Lords have picked up words from their fragrant cousins. Why so many words when everything is simple?

You are his servant, and he is your master.

Yes, it's simple. You are afraid of him, but he enjoys fear. Then why does he see in your eyes a plea not to stop, but to continue? Why do your moans of pain sound different at some moments? Why do you look at him as if he were your Emperor? The man only grinned at this funny comparison, which would give many mortals and Word Bearers a heart attack.

But that’s how it was. You depended on him because it was necessary. Because you wanted it. You liked it, he could feel it. He still remembers your eyes full of gratitude when he took revenge for you.

"Thank you"

Sevatar still sees this picture in front of him. You, trembling and tired, sit in a dark corner. Waiting for him. You cry from the pain that the mortal bastard (and Sevatar's hands squeezing your shoulders) caused you. Your pleading look. Your whole body, face, covered with someone else's blood that you shed. He would like to see you like this more often.

Never before had Sevatar enjoyed tormenting mortals so much. He did not deign to have the warden and the rapist disemboweled by his hand. But he was watching. Watching at the judgment. Punishment. Retribution. Sevatar did justice in the most perverted form.

"Thank you"

A spontaneous desire to tear out someone else's heart came to mind completely unexpectedly. As a child, the boy had to eat all parts of corpses. It was rare that he could take anything for himself, because all the homeless children he came across were weak and had nothing. Now he did not need trophies except for the skin on his armor.

So why don't you get the trophy you deserve? He will laugh at your reaction. Besides, you served the Night Lord. And at least the first captain liked your kind face and didn’t want to spoil you. You still needed to understand at least a little about the values ​​of your Legion. So that you could serve him better, understand, obey, open up -

"Thank you"

Your gratitude sounds like a parasite in his brain. This is how maggots usually find dead flesh and cannot stop eating it until there is not a piece left. Here's the same one. You are slowly eating away at Sevatar’s brains, forcing him to think about you.

Maybe Sevatar should get rid of you? Cut out the tattoo with the skin and send you to free floating. Until other Night Lords find you to have fun with you if you don't do a good job. Or one of them will realize how pretty you are and take you into his service.

No. He won't let this happen. You are his. You belong to him.

Your tears, your fear, your doom, your prayers and hope. It all belongs to him. Sevatar promised to take care of you. He was supposed to protect you. The tattoo was supposed to scare away your tormentor. But you had to defend yourself.

You didn’t say a word about this to Sevatar. And could you even blame your master for anything? But what the first captain didn't expect was gratitude. How something in you breaks and you, intoxicated by the feeling, put yourself in the hands of a man, trusting him in everything.

"Thank you"

Sevatar looks away from the ceiling and looks at the mattress at the far end of the room. You're having such a good dream. Surely you are now dreaming of the warm sun and the spiers of Terra which you will never see again. Not noticing the gaze of the Night Lord.

You are tender and fragile compared to him. Too kind and naive for this Legion. Too strange for the Imperium. The man did not know and did not want to know whether you were a hidden psyker. But even if that were the case, you would become even more dependent on the first captain. Only he can hide you from his brothers and the Black Ship. After all, you are so defenseless.

He wants crush you.

No, Sevatar did not want to kill you. And yet, lately he had a strange desire to squeeze you. A hot feeling, similar to anger, settled in his body and mind. He became even more fierce in training. His brothers were already openly avoiding him so as not to end up broken on the floor.

His obedient Terminators, his brotherhood say nothing, blindly carrying out the will of the first captain. But they noticed a change in him. They noticed that he was haunted by an obsessive thought, which Sevatar still could not throw into action. For now. He just didn't know what to do yet.

But the primarch clearly laughed at him. He knew what an unusual situation Sevatar found himself in. Konrad Curze sometimes looked at the Space Marine with such anticipation that any mortal would feel uncomfortable. Sevatar was only annoyed by this. He was devoted to his gene father, but sometimes it was difficult to be with him. He feels not like the first captain, but like a mother hen.

Sevatar will not ask Konrad Curze what is happening to him. Will not ask for advice. This type of relationship between Primarch and Space Marines is common to other Legions. Moreover, Sevatar, unlike his brothers, did not hang on every word of the primarch with anticipation. He was devoted to him, but he did not love him. If this feeling was even in his blood.

The man looks at your figure again, peering into your calm sleeping face. An entertaining spectacle. Calming. And yet the thought of your tears and moans seeps into Sevatar's mind again. Filling all the brain cells, leaving not a single space.

He would crush you under himself. Grab you in his arms. Lick his mark on you. Eat you. Subdue. Dominate.

These feelings, not inherent to space marines, no longer let the man out of his tenacious clutches. He should go to the Apothecary and get rid of them. Heal and start seeing you as a piece of meat. But he won't do it. Because he couldn’t and didn’t want to.

The white teeth of a predator sparkle in the darkness. A smile typical of a corpse appears on his face. But still sincere. There were few moments when something could amuse Sevatar, captivate him, or simply make him happy. But you did it.

The words of a mother from the distant past envelop the man like a blanket. A small clue that sheds light on his new feelings. Good girls always love bad boys. And vice versa.

And Sevatar was bad, right? There were no good people among the Night Lords. Only monsters, murderers and sadists who fulfill the Imperial Truth and bring peace to the worlds of people. Facade, nothing more. But you were good. And you will remain like this forever. He'll take care of it. He will shed as much blood as necessary. If only you were nearby.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

The Eternal Night (Part 3)

Summary: Every night you become more attached to Sevatar. He, in turn, becomes obsessed with your connection.

Jago Sevatarion/fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, power imbalance, violence, predator/prey, rape (attempted), stockholm syndrome

Word count: 2252

Song: She Wants Revenge - Tear You Apart

I want to hold you close Soft breath, beating heart, As I whisper in your ear: I want to fucking tear you apart

You didn't talk to Sevatar about what happened that day. Was it really necessary? He is your master, he saved you from the Legion. You were to serve him faithfully and not ask questions. Even if his behavior was unusual for Space Marines.

However, Jago Sevatarion decided not to dwell on one incident. You also continued to clean his chambers. But at the same time he continued his strangeness. If the Astartes were an ordinary man, you would think that it was he who pestered you like that. One such thought was blasphemous. And yet…

He holds you too tight, too strong. You won't even be able to escape from his embrace if you wanted to. But you couldn't resist this feeling. There are monsters outside the doors, ready to tear your soul and body to pieces. They don’t even hide, because this is their land.

Only with Sevatar will you be safe.

The rough tongue slides over your shoulder again, reminding you of its owner. He was rude, but still tried to act gentle. It just wasn't in his nature. It's like caressing flowers with a knife. But even so. Even so, you liked it.

Sevatar squeezes you harder, leaving bruises all over your body. Your back is pressed tightly against his chest. There is no chance of running away. Especially when his teeth are so close to your skin. One wrong step and he will bite your flesh off. But for now he is treating you too softly.

Your skin under the tattoo has become too sensitive. Every touch of his fingers or tongue caused a strange feeling. Heaviness appeared in the lower abdomen, it was hot and you had to suppress a moan. This was embarrassing. To experience such feelings...

But this is connected not only with touches. All these conversations, a man's concern for you. After all, the first captain could mock you, not take you as his servant, or force you to do hard work. But he didn't do it. Your past life was harder than in the service of Sevatar. And then you weren’t touched that way before him.

Such moments did not happen every time. Not every night. But only in those moments when the space marine especially needed sleep. He was calmed by your presence, your movements, the way you cleaned up. But apparently touching you broke something in him. After which Sevatar fell asleep in an unusually sound and peaceful sleep.

Perhaps you should have been happy for him. It was true, it just still hurt. Lonely. You couldn’t understand where sympathy for Sevatar came from in your heart. It was a shame to feel like that. He was the Night Lord. He wanted and served the Emperor, you were not stupid. You knew he was still a murderer and a sadist.

And he's a Space Marine. You knew that men of his kind could not experience attraction. Sevatar has never seen and will never see you as a woman. All this time, you were nothing more than a piece of meat that calmed him down. It was annoying and easy at the same time.

You didn't want to give in to weakness. To feel fear of the horrors of NightFall, which grew into an obsessive desire to be protected. To be loved. Every day the hanging bloody flesh of your mistress was forgotten. The cries of the suffering prisoners echoed. You began to get used to this place, to your surroundings.

Disgusting.

You desperately wanted to save the remnants of your mind before it completely shattered. Preserve your humanity, kindness and mercy. You didn't want your heart to turn to stone. So that it beats again and fills with blood not only when Sevatar appears nearby.

Therefore, you began to leave your master’s chambers even more often and spend every free minute with the rats. Or with grandpa and other serfs if they were not busy. But mostly with your favorite friends. In addition, your diet improved and you were able to share more acceptable food with them.

Still, you couldn't help but worry. There are fewer of them. Much less. But the serfs did not pay attention to your friends, and the space marines even less so. So why did it seem to you that the disappearance of your little friends was not due to hunger? Rats could be cruel, but now there was no reason for them to kill each other. It could have been someone else.

Later, grandpa told you that recently the Night Lords brought one of many planets to the Imperium. As always, in a very perverted way, since the residents apparently did not have enough footage of the previous massacre. Many ended up in skinning pits. Some prisoners were specially taken to Nightfall to prolong the pleasure of torture.

Maybe one of the prisoners escaped? Hidden in the depths of the ship and somehow managed to escape pursuit? Eating scraps and rats, he survived in this gloomy and dark place. You felt sorry for your friends, but you also felt sorry for the prisoner. You couldn't give him away. So you decided to pretend you didn't notice anything. Close your eyes to what is happening, as you usually did. Only this time it was much easier to do.

But in the end, everything that is hidden will become clear. You saw him. A thin man whose ribs stood out against his skin. Covered in blood and filth. His growing hair and beard, his whole appearance, turned him into a beast. Once a former person.

He was just finishing the rat. And judging by the bones and meat scattered around him, it was not the first. He ate them all. He killed them all. The rats were not people, but they were dear to you. You guessed that this would happen, but when your thoughts become reality you feel sick. You sobbed.

The creature heard your sobs and turned around sharply. You froze. He's spent too long in pitch darkness, he can see you. You won't be able to hide. But maybe he will run away on his own? You pose no danger. And apparently the man knew this. You could tell by his hungry look and the saliva coming out of his mouth. They only look like that when they want to eat. He wanted it, just differently.

You ran. Heart was beating incredibly loudly, ready to jump out at any minute. You were out of breath, but the stomping from behind urged you on. And yet he caught you. He lay down on your back, breathing heavily into your ear.

“Woman, woman” - the older girls told you that men turn into animals at the sight of a woman. But right now there really was a monster above you, trying to take off his pants. - “Warm. Finally alive. D-don't move. Don’t c-cry, I’ll be quick.”

But you cried. You resisted. Even when he turned you around and punched you in the stomach.

“I-I'm marked. I have a tattoo.” - you choked on tears, not believing that this was the first time you had to talk about this. You desperately tried to stop the man from untying the knot of his pants. - “I serve Jago Sevatarion, the first captain. Y-you can’t touch me.”

"Shut up!" - the man slaps you in the face and you burst into tears. - “I don’t know anyone here. Just let me in. Open up. I want warmth.”

You see how he finally copes with his pants and something in you breaks. Having found a fragment from the bottle, you plunge it into the flesh. A cry of pain is heard in the compartment, but this only spurs you on. You were beaten. He wanted to hurt you. He wanted...

You were weak in body. And it's not that your spirit is strong. But the man in front of you was even worse. You felt sorry for him. And no. You stab the shard into the rapist a few more times until he runs away from you on all fours like a whining dog.

A shiver ran through your body, nausea rising in your throat. You looked at the bloody shard with tears in your eyes. Your whole body ached. Especially those places where you were hit. Especially your tattoo.

***

Sevatar found you in his chambers. Sitting in the darkest corner, covered in blood and dirt. You thought he would brush you off or tell you to clean up after yourself. But the pale face lit up with such rage that you had never seen. You barely held back a whine when he came up to you with lightning speed, pulling you towards him.

“Who did this?” - The first captain looked at you with an anger. The hands squeezed your shoulders painfully, leaving new bruises. - “Some kind of mortal degenerate since you are still alive. Did you show him my sign? Who was it?

“H-he saw it. I met him in the trash compartment. P-probably one of your prisoners.” - you are safe and the man was clearly worried. But why are you so scared? - “But he ran a-away and was hiding. And then we collided. He wanted, he wanted-"

“Rape you, yes, I know, I'm not an idiot.” - the space marine abruptly interrupts your babble and you fall silent. Sevatar looks into your red eyes and runs a finger across your cheek with amazing gentleness, wiping away a tear. - “The blood is not yours. Hurt him?”

Nod.

“Killed?”

You shake your head, almost hiccupping. No, you didn't kill him, you saw him run away. Yes, he was badly injured. Weak and lost too much blood. But could you kill him? And did you want this?

To your horror, you couldn’t really tell. Sevatar chuckles, clearly satisfied with this answer. He examines you one more time, lingering on all the places where your tormentor's blood got into. There was too much of it. Your face was probably all red.

“It suits you, mouse. But I don’t want you to smell like someone else, so wash it off.” - you don’t even have time to think about such strange words. Sevatar did not seem to understand what he said, continuing his thought. - “Since our guards are not coping with their duties, we will have to carry out a purge. We'll find that bastard too. He will receive his well-deserved punishment.”

Sevatar turns to leave the quarters. But he turns around for a moment to look you in the eyes again. All you can do is stand silently in shock. He obviously came to his chambers to rest. But he leaves as soon as he hears what happened to you. He leaves to fulfill his duty.

“Well done for defending yourself.” - an unpleasant grin passes over the pale face and the man chuckles. - “But you are terrible murderer. Lucky you have me.”

It didn't take long at all. As Sevatar later told you, the prisoner was quickly captured. He was bleeding and was on the verge of death. But the Apothecary saved him in time. So that the Astartes could later put their sentence into action, prolonging the man's torment as long as possible.

The warden and guards also received what they deserved. They didn't do their job. They allowed the prisoner to escape and showed the Legion to be weak. They put you in danger. Although you were sure that the first captain kept the last part only for himself and you.

Some were more fortunate, some less so. Some were reprimanded, others were transferred to other positions. Some were beaten. The overseer responsible for such an offense was, of course, gutted in front of his subordinates. So that the new person in his position would better carry out the orders of the Legion.

“Oh, and this is for you.” - the man hands you an iron box with a cooling regulator. You open it with fear and look at the contents in horror. A small human heart, red with blood, lay on pieces of ice. Still fresh.

“If it weren’t for our Apothecary, you would still have finished off this pathetic mortal.” - the man smiled. Just as always that smile gave an unpleasant feeling. But you knew that this time it was not an imitation. He was sincerely happy. - “So keep your trophy.”

“What should I do with it?” - you turn the box in your hands, remembering one of the recent conversations. You look at the first captain like a child who does not understand a simple task. - “Eat?”

“Hah, you can eat it. Or feed it to your rats. Or keep it for yourself as a reminder. Do whatever you want.” - the man speaks relaxedly while his unblinking black eyes look at the tattoo. - “You deserve it.”

Even though it was a human organ. And you never thought that you would keep someone's heart to yourself. And even though it's terrible. It was nice. Nice to receive something of your own as a sign of consolation. Albeit in the manner of the Night Lords.

"Thank you."

You say this quietly, with all the gratitude that glows in your living heart. The man is silent, continuing to look at you. A strange fire burns in the black eyes, which you have never seen before.

Like a mortal, but in a completely different way, Sevatar also wanted to eat you. And to your horror and pleasure, you realize that you would allow him to tear you apart.

"You're welcome."

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

The Eternal Night (Part 1)

Summary: You ask for protection from the Night Lord in the hope of being saved from other space marines. Not realizing that you yourself walked into a mousetrap.

Jago Sevatarion/fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere, power imbalance, violence, body horror, torture, predator/prey

Word count: 2560

Song: She Wants Revenge - Out Of Control

But then she noticed me glance at her I had no choice but to dance with her

The funny thing is that mothiir just recently released headcanons about the first captain. Today is Sevatar's day.

The very thought of serving on a Night Lords ship was terrifying. Many remembrancers chose Fulgrim or Horus Lupercal. Some ventured to the Conqueror. But as your lady noted, only the bravest and courageous are ready to board the Nightfall.

Stupid and naive, you wanted to tell her. But your mistress was too self-confident, too spoiled to listen to anyone. She justified her reckless action by arguing that the Night Lords were still Astartes, the Space Marines of the Imperium. And you…

What are you? You were her personal maid. You weren't supposed to have an opinion. You kind of missed freedom. But is it better to be a healthy serf than a hungry child? You are already lucky that her kind family took you into their home.

But while cleaning the mistress’s room on Nightfall, you want to return to the depths of poverty. It was dark here. Cold. And scary. No matter how much you smelled the chlorine or your lady's perfume, you couldn't get rid of the smell of blood. It seemed to be absorbed into the ship.

You behaved as quiet as a mouse. Didn’t interfere, didn’t talk too much. Made friends with a couple of serfs without distracting them from their work. Tried not to tremble in the presence of the Astartes passing by. The main thing is to continue to remain invisible. Hide in the darkness and it doesn’t matter what these lords rule the night.

The lady was an easy prey. She just asked to be gutted. You shouldn't think that way, but it was true. The way her knees shook and she sweated out of fear. Although it was difficult not to do so when even in the quietest corners of the ship distant cries of pain could be heard.

“I'm so scared. They look like that, as if a little longer and they will twist my head.” - the lady once complained to you before going to bed.

“You shouldn’t be afraid. This won't happen." - you calmly notice. The girl’s calm face, full of hope, changes to horror and disgust as soon as you continue your thought. - “First they will skin you alive.”

Compared to her, you seemed so gloomy and strange. Weird. The other servants jokingly called you lady crow. Although you didn't understand the humor. Nightfall looked more like a burial ground. How could you want to stay here for even one minute if you are not a scavenger? Besides, you are not a bird, you are a human.

And despite this, your mistress tried to gain respect among mortals who had seen the real horrors of war. And her desperate attempts to personally meet Konrad Curze are akin to a desire to quickly depart to the afterworld.

And she achieved her goal. Even more. The primarch himself decided to visit the chambers of the restless scribe. Either out of idle curiosity or out of a desire to calm down the annoying woman. Just the knock on the door sent a shiver down your spine, and his massive black figure in the doorway sent a terrible feeling of foreboding.

Konrad Curze, in his grim elegance, entered the chamber and greeted the woman. And then he looked at you. Long and drawn out, cold and concentrated. His black eyes probed every piece of your flesh and soul. And then he smiled.

The lips stretched to the ears, revealing clawed teeth. But the worst thing was when he laughed a nasty laugh. The kind that makes your bones crack. He continued to look at you and laugh, putting the lady in a stupor. And scaring you terribly. A gloomy foreboding clouded the little mortal heart, and the words only nailed you more firmly to the floor.

“How interesting~” - the primarch grinned carnivorously while saliva collected in the corners of his mouth. - “The little mouse will offer itself to the crow. And he will only be glad. What's worse? To be eaten by scoundrels or to be protected by a monster?”

He bursts out laughing again, this time quiet. He sighs, disgustingly satisfied. Until he finally pays attention to your mistress. And something in his face changes. You can’t explain it, but it’s as if doom and anticipatory bloodthirstiness have merged into one. As if Konrad Curze saw something terrible. And he liked it.

“Perhaps we should discuss everything in private,” his voice softly envelops you like night. It is impossible to explain how a man turned from madman to primarch. Although no one knows whether the Emperor's son can go mad.

Your mistress nods and with a wave of her hand kicks you out of the chambers. You quickly leave the room, closing the door behind you. The primal desire to hide increased a hundredfold. You rush to one of your secluded places, which you discovered by accident. For the first time in your life, not watching the road and not hiding too much from prying eyes.

You should never give in to fear. You must always be on your guard. A momentary weakness can and does lighten the soul. But you will definitely have to pay later. And you understand this as soon as you hit your forehead on something iron at a turn.

A characteristic sound is heard and you whine and grab your forehead. There will be a bump and most likely a huge one. But the pain just vanishes when you understand where it came from. And especially when you hear an unpleasant chuckle.

He looked intimidating. Outstretched wings of a gargoyle and a skull on a huge armor not intended for an ordinary mortal. The characteristic appearance of the Nostraman did not frighten you. As well as the scars on the eyebrow and lip.

But his smile was scary. How his black eyes filled with sparkle, and the corners of his lips twitched strangely. It’s as if someone is touching the threads sewn into the skin of a corpse, imitating human living emotions. All the sons of Curze were terrifying, their “smiles” were more like the grin of animals. But this one was different.

“Careful, little one. If you had met one of my brothers, you would already be hanging on a hook” - his eyes sparkled with mischief, but nothing more. - “Where are you going in such a hurry?”

You swallowed. Didn’t want to answer, but silence could only provoke.

“My lady is speaking with Konrad Curze.” - the unpleasant meeting still echoed in your brain. It became more uncomfortable. - “I was told not to interfere.”

“Oh, that annoying scribe still managed to snag a meeting with the primarch. Your mistress talks too much and goes where she shouldn't. These usually end up with their guts out.” The man smirked and looked at you. Attentively. Like a carcass ready for slaughter. - “And where are you going?”

That's why you didn't want to get caught by the Night Lords. They played with mortals as if they were food. Important people for the Legion were still protected, but the serfs were meat. One is gone, it’s easy to replace it with a second one. The only thing that saved you was to be the remembrancer’s serf, her personal maid. Although judging by the attitude of the Space Marines towards her, this could only egg them on.

“To the compartment” - you don’t want to say where you’re going, but there’s no choice. In addition, it is unlikely that the Astartes will specify the exact location of your secret home. - “Into the trash compartment.”

A strange range of surprise spreads across the man’s face. Not disgust, but misunderstanding.

“Why the hell did you decide to go there?”

“There are a lot of rats there. They are my friends” - you almost calmed down as soon as you remembered the familiar sounds coming from under the garbage. You almost whisper a confession. - “They calm me down with their rustling.”

It was true. They listened to your stories, entertained you with fights between each other. They were soft and fluffy, although dirty. They were not evil from birth, they simply survived as best they could in such a place. And alas, the rats were much better than some of the people here.

The man just chuckled at these words. Did it seem to you or did a strange understanding flash in his eyes? And curiosity.

“Well then go.”

Not believing your luck, you open your mouth in amazement and blink your eyes. But you obey. While he gives you a head start, you need to run. There is no need to waste your luck. Especially when the one who could easily break you and not notice, lets you go while the going's good.

“And since they calm you down, mouse,” you turn around sharply and notice the same terrifying smile. But this time it's not scared. Something in a man changes when he calls out to you. - “It’s worth thanking them. Bring them meat... and fresh is best.”

Good advice. Maybe you're already used to Nightfall or this Night Lord seems less terrible. Or maybe you should really bring your little friends a well-deserved reward. You'll try to find something fresh and something... not made from human flesh.

You nod and quickly, trying not to attract attention, walk further down the corridor. You wish you could say that you didn’t feel the Space Marine’s gaze on you. But you felt it even when your figure disappeared from his gaze. Dead, mischievous, carnivorous. It was as if he had just found an interesting prey, but decided to let it go.

For a while.

***

You started to notice him. Previously all Space Marines looked alike. You just didn't look closely. Why the hell do you need this if they will torture you almost equally. But he wasn't like that. Or rather, a little more... humane? Kind? No, those are suitable. Wrong. Yes, that's much better.

First captain. Jago Sevatarion. You learned the name and title from one of the local serfs. You immediately became friends with him when you saw him. He was old. That's why you called him grandpa. He lasted a long time. Good sign.

Grandpa said that you were very lucky that the captain didn’t touch you. He did not participate in the local amusements so often, talking more with the primarch. Or keeping an eye on other Space Marines and a Atramentar. But still he was just as sadistic as the others. He killed, dismembered, skinned with grim pleasure. You couldn’t help but notice that he was the most feared of all. Unpleasant vibrations emanated from him.

It seemed like you were scared too. But it seems not. Alas, just as you were strange in childhood, you remains so. Although the local inhabitants even liked it. As if you almost one of them, unlike the other servants of the scribe. But you really couldn’t understand why no one noticed.

His weirdness. How he communicates with a couple of mortals. The same ones. You were sure he was keeping an eye on them. He made sure nothing bad happened to them. And he didn't touch you either. It is unlikely that your “status” would in any way prevent Sevatarion from quenching his thirst for murder. And he didn't laugh at your friendship with rats. Didn't find it disgusting or weird. It was nice gesture.

He also began to notice you. On distance. Didn't come up to you, didn't call you. No need. It’s just that now he knew what kind of new person was running around here. The Astartes began to notice you in the shadows, as you headed towards the rats or the local serfs. You didn’t see, but you were almost sure that at such moments he smiled unpleasantly.

Although probably all the Space Marines smiled when Curze called your mistress a traitor. He said that she decided to steal something and violated the Imperial Truth. You still couldn’t understand the words of the old serf who caught you in the corridor.

Rave. Your mistress was spoiled and annoying, but she would never betray the Imperium. She wouldn't even have such a thought. Is this a mistake or some kind of joke? The primarch could not blame her for something she had not done. Did he really decide to come up with justice just to send her to her death? She was kind. She didn't deserve it.

But a judgment is a judgment. Grandpa wasn't making fun of you. Now you and the other servants belonged to the Legion. But given the way this happened, you are unlikely to stay here for long. Alive.

With a feeling of guilt and tears in your eyes, you look at her mutilated corpse, nailed to one of the gates. They removed the skin from her, and then they squeezed out the body so that all the bones were broken, and most of the blood flowed away. Now her eyeless body, folded like a rag, looked at you accusingly.

Once you said that they would skin her, don't you?

Footsteps are heard behind you. Not lurking, but quiet. If you can say so, taking into account the armor of the Space Marines. You turn around and see Jago Sevatarion behind. The captain looks...tired. It was like he hadn't slept for days or weeks. A little bored. But quite happy with his work.

Apparently he also took part in the verdict.

“Your screaming scribe got into trouble herself, little mouse. You shouldn't mourn her when your life hangs by a thread. You will serve the Legion well and we will not touch you. Maybe." - the man falls silent and looks at you carefully. - “Or are you so used to being a personal servant?”

Maybe. If this world were a little kinder, you would even call your mistress a friend. But the Galaxy is full of horrors, and your patroness has turned into a leather rag. And you will be the same if you get caught. Or if you are not protected...

Grandpa said he was lucky. He had a tattoo. The ink mixed with the blood of the Space Marine he served. And no one touched him. Nobody offended him. Because he was not a “free” serf. He was no one's toy on the road. He had his own tormentor. But it's better than the unknown. Isn't it?

The First Captain raised an eyebrow. Apparently a little hope slipped across your sad face. It’s alarming to ask, scary to beg. But what choice do you have? Sooner or later you will be found and gutted. So you have to take risks.

“Take me to you,” you almost devour the man with your eyes, trying not to cower in fear. - “I will serve you. I'll be obedient. Will not interfere. I'm very quiet. Please."

You didn’t know why you mentioned that you are quiet. It came out on its own. The Night Lords rather like screaming, begging, and crying. The louder the better. But before your eyes was the tired appearance of the first captain. Even now he didn't look his best. Although something lights up in his eyes. For a moment, the walking corpse looks almost alive. A terrible sight.

“Call me Sevatar.” - the voice is surprisingly soft and relaxed. You look at him in disbelief. The man just grins at your funny look.

"This means?"

"Yes."

[pallysuune]

Summery: The Raven takes you to his master - who's your new master too! You're just happy to be alive. But then you accidentally walk in on the two of them having some "private time"

Pairing: Sevatar/fem!Reader/Rushal

Warnings: Dubcon, little bit of blood, Sevatar and Rushal being Sevatar and Rushal. Smut.

A/N: Here's that part 2 for you all! I'm so glad you enjoyed the first one, and I hope you'll enjoy this one, too.

The Raven took you out of the maintinence corridor, pulling you by the hand. You even resorted to trying to grab a pipe to keep him from pulling you out. The Astartes sighed, reaching past your body to gently, but firmly, pull your fingers from around the pipe, one by one. You gave a desperate little sob as you were forced to let go and he began to lead you away once again. It wasn't long until he was pulling you out of the hatch to the maintinence tunnel and into a larger hallway where he could stand up fully. The Raven straightened, looming over you.

"I-" you started, the word halting sharply. You didn't even know what you were going to say, but your voice crumbled in your throat as he looked down at you. His expression was blank, but all the scarring turned it into a gruesome looking frown. You shifted uneasily back away from him, but he still had a hand around your wrist. You couldn't get away.

He paused for a moment, just looking at you. Then, the Raven sighed, bent down, and yanked you over his shoulder. You let out a startled squeal. Any idea of escape was shattered as he curled an arm around your thighs, clamping them in place. You were left hanging over his shoulder, staring down at his ass.

Not a view you ever expected to get, frankly.

The Raven carried you through the halls. You heard a few deep snickers from Night Lords you passed, but any serf kept their heads down, not even daring to look at you or the man carrying you. As you hung over his shoulder, you realized that you didn't actually know his name. A serf wasn't important enough to be told about new recruits, even when that recruit was a defector from another legion. And you'd only ever overheard Night Lords calling him 'the Raven', and sometimes talking about his relationship with the First Captain.

"Um..." you started.

He turned his head slightly toward you. You watched the sway of his long hair.

You figured you were going to die soon anyways, so why not go for it? "What's your name?"

He just looked forward again.

Well, okay then, you thought.

You spent the rest of the trip in silence.

The Raven brought you, unsurprisingly, to the private room of the First Captain, Jago Sevatarion. The one man you were trying to hide from.

Sevatar was out of his armor, sitting in a large chair and looking at a data slate that was immediately put aside when the door closed behind you and the Raven.

"Found a little mouse for me, have you?" Sevatar purred.

The Raven nodded, and then slipped you off his shoulder. You were set on your feet just in front of him. Large hands settled on your shoulders, holding you in place.

Sevatar rose from his seat and stepped close to you. Your heart pounded at being sandwiched between the two of them. You were trapped, ever instinct in your body screamed that you were in danger. Sevatar reached out, taking your chin between his fingers and tilting your head up to look at him.

"Are you afraid, little mouse?" he drawled, with a smirk that was absolutely wicked.

One you found inappropriately attractive, considering the circumstances.

His thumb pressed against your bottom lip softly. "I know you are. I can smell it," he smirked. His eyes held yours. He drew his thumb down so the nail pressed into your lip. It was uncomfortable, but not painful. But your heart raced all the same.

"Rushal," Sevatar said. You were confused for a second, before your scattered mind realized he was addressing the marine standing behind you, his hands still on your shoulders. Sevatar's gaze was still boring into yours. "What do you think we should do with our little mouse here?"

The hands on your shoulders tightened slightly. Sevatar finally looked away from you, lifting his head to look at the Raven. You were too afraid to look back at him, so you had no idea what Sevatar saw in his face, but Sevatar smirked. He released you, turned, and strode back over to the seat he had been in before.

"You will be my personal serf from now on," he said over his shoulder, casually. "You'll remain here with me, there's no need for you to report to anyone other than me now."

"Wait, what?"

He turned to look at you as he sat down, arching a brow. "Was I unclear?"

You shook your head so quickly and frantically, you probably would have fallen over if Rushal didn't still have his hands on you.

"Good. Now go fetch some armor polish."

You hurried to scramble out of the room.

*~*~*~*

Despite your initial fears, things turned out to be rather uneventful as Sevatar's personal serf. He preferred tending to his weapons himself, as well as the skins that decorated his armor. You were left to clean his armor when it needed it, straighten his room, and fetch things for him. You also tended to Rushal somewhat. He'd never had you clean his armor or anything, but you brought food or drinks for him as well as Sevatar. After several days, you realized you were less likely to be hurt or killed by the Astartes, and more likely to die of boredom when left to your own devices.

There was one thing that was certainly not boring - over the few days you had worked for him, Sevatar had made it quite clear that he wanted you.

You hadn't yet figured out if that meant sexually, or if he wanted to eat you.

Most of the time, you were in his room, working or passing the time, but he did allow you to eat one meal a day with the other serfs, letting you have some social interaction. Theoretically. Except, since you had become Sevatar's personal serf, none of the general serfs wanted to interact with her. It was as if they were afraid that they would draw the attention of other Night Lords. As if your status was somehow contagious.

One night you got tired of sitting and eating by yourself and decided to just finish your meal in Sevatar's room.

You opened his door and shut it behind you before turning - and promptly freezing, dropping the plate of food you'd brought with you from the mess. The clatter of it hitting the floor made both men glance at you.

Rushal was sitting, naked, on Sevatar's lap, his back to you, giving you a surprisingly lovely view of his back and ass, all impossibly pale skin and hard muscles and the glint of metal. He blinked at you, unashamed, but surprised by your presence. His lips - and Sevatar's - were smeared with red from where Sevatar had bitten his lip and drew blood.

Sevatar himself was lounging on the chair like a king in a throne, wearing only a pair of shorts from what you could see. His skin had only slightly more color than Rushal's, and his normally neat hair was a mess. His hands were still resting on Rushal's hips. He watched you intently with a look you could only describe as hungry.

His lips stretched into a grin. You could see blood on his teeth.

The sight snapped you out of your shock and you jumped, spinning around to put your back to them. "I'm sorry, sir! I-" You cut off, not sure what else to say.

You heard a deep chuckle behind you. "Are you? There is a way you can make it up to us, you know," Sevatar purred.

You felt heat rush to your face immediately. Your heart skipped and stumbled over itself.

"I know you want to. I can smell it," he continued.

He was right, you couldn't deny the thought had set off and fluttering tingle of arousal all through you.

You hestiated, and then turned slowly toward them. They were still sitting exactly as they had been before, watching you. You wet your lips.

"How?" you asked softly.

Sevatar smirked wider and held out a hand to you. A silent order to come over. You slowly stepped closer. As you reached them, Rushal slid off his lap, stepping back. It took a great deal of effort not to look over at the Raven, who moved to stand just to your side. Still naked.

You stopped in front of him and Sevatar leaned forward, grabbing your arm, pulling you into his lap. You gasped, your legs forced wide by the size of him beneath you. You could feel the hard press of his cock against you, impossibly large, separated from you only by thin layers of cloth. You squirmed on his lap, trying to get more comfortable, drawing a deep rumbling from his chest. He yanked you forward, his lips slamming into yours. His tongue shoved into your mouth, filling it with the coppery taste of blood.

Rushal's blood, you remembered.

The Raven pressed against you from behind, as silent as he ever was. He was kneeling, his chest pressing against your back as he reached around you to grasp your shirt and unceremoniously rip it open. You gasped, startled, while Sevatar only chuckled against your mouth. Someone's hands, you couldn't be sure who's, cupped your breast, squeezing it gently. A rough thumb rubbed over your nipple. Rushal's scarred, rough lips pressed against the back of your neck.

You knew then that you were done for. These men were going to kill you. Just in a very different way than what you'd expected.

There was nothing to do but lean into it. You kissed Sevatar back, leaning into him. One of them pulled at your pants, ripping them and your panties. You tensed as a finger brushed along your sex. Warm and rough, it traced along your lips, spreading them, and grazing your clit. You gave a shuddering sigh against Sevatar's lips.

A thick finger worked it's way into you. Fucking you slowly. Sevatar's finger, judging from the palm that pressed to your sex and ground against your clit as it did. You moaned, breaking the kiss to tip your head back, panting. Another finger teased your entrance from behind before Rushal slipped his fingers into you, too.

Both of the Astartes fingered you. You could barely comprehend what was happening at the moment. Not that you were doing too much thinking, at the moment. The sensations reeling through your body were just too much, too potent. Teeth nipped at your throat had enough to sting. Fingers pinched your nipple.

You were pushed to the edge. Your body was theirs to play with, and there was nothing you could do about it except grasp on to Sevatar's shoulders and hold on, screaming out your pleasure as you came around both of their fingers.

Hazy, you slumped back against Rushal as both of them slipped their fingers free. Sevatar reached out, snatching up Rushal's wrist and pulled his hand to his mouth, sucking your essence from his finger with heavy lidded eyes. You felt the soft moan that rumbled through Rushal's chest behind you.

Releasing his lover's hand, Sevatar sat up, pulling himself free of his shorts, and reaching for your hips. He lifted you and pulled you over him. You felt the velvet-smooth press of his cock head at your entrance, pressing into you, as he pulled you down onto him. You gasped, stretched around him, filled more than you could ever have thought possible.

Sevatar groaned, biting down a little harder on your neck this time, beginning to fuck you deeper and rougher with each moment. You mewled and moaned, your hips rocking desperately against his, lost in the muddled mix of pleasure and pain.

Sevatar's lips trailed up your neck, nipping at your earlobe. "Don't you think you're forgetting someone?" He purred.

Before you could respond, his fingers curled roughly in your hair and yanked your head around. Your eyes fluttered open to the sight of Rushal standing just beside you. His eyes were hooded, heavy as he looked down on you bouncing in Sevatar's lap, his hand curled around his cock, stroking himself. Your eyes trailed down the tense, trembling muscles of his stomach and abdomen, locking on his manhood. Your breath hitched. Without thinking, you leaned a little closer to him, opening your mouth as wide as you could.

Something sparked in his eyes, and he shifted closer, guiding the head of his cock to your mouth. You wrapped your lips around him, tongue teasing over the tip before you dipped your head, taking more of him. He groaned deeply, remaining still, letting you take him at your own pace.

Sevatar's hands dropped to your hips, gripping right enough they would surely leave bruised. Rushal's hand took their place in your hair instead. Sevetar bucked up into you roughly, where Rushal gave only the slightest flex of his hips. The contrast between the two of them was enough to drive you wild.

The three of you found a kind of rhythm, with Sevatar fucking you, and you bobbing on Rushal's cock. It was heady, intoxicating, the air filled with the scent of sex, and all three of you making the most obscene sounds. You couldn't last like that forever, pleasure pushing you to the limit once again until you felt like you were going to shatter into a million pieces. You whimpered around Rushal, your eyes squeezed shut. Tears beaded on your lashes. You came again, your pussy squeezing tight around Sevatar's cock, your keen of pleasure muffled by the one in your mouth.

Sevatar growled beneath you, and you could feel him throb inside you as he came, pumping you full of his release.

At almost the same time, Rushal pulled himself free of your mouth, taking himself in hand again, closing his fingers around the cockhead, grunting as he came into his hand. Your eyes fluttered open just in time to see, and you watched, mesmerized by the sight.

Hands slid from your hips to wrap around your waist and Sevatar pulled you down against his chest, still buried deep in you. You sighed, letting yourself relax on him as you felt Rushal step away from the two of you. Drowsy, you barely noticed when he returned a few moments later, and rested lightly on the arm of the chair, leaving back toward Sevatar. One of them was stroking your hair, but you had no idea who.

"Sleep," Sevatar rasped, amusement in his voice. "I'm sure we'll have more for you to do later."

You didn't doubt him in the slightest, and decided to take some time to rest while you had it.

[moodymisty]

Could you please write something with Sevatar? That man needs to get slapped around uwu

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: Wearing a shirt that says 'Number 1 Jago Sevatarion whore' on it: Yeah I'm normal.

Summary: Jago Sevatarion really likes one of the Salamander's humans.

Relationships: Jago "Sevatar" Sevatarion/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Vague references to NSFW, The consent is dubious so tw dubcon, Violence, Stalking, Predator/Prey kinda dynamics, General 40kness, Stockholm syndrome?, Kinda Yandere maybe?, If you don't know what you're getting into reading this then I dunno what to fucking tell you like it's a Night Lord I can only woobify him so much

Word Count: 1140

It has been tense as of late, to say the least. As much as that word fails to illustrate in context, it's the only one you can think of to use.

To have Night Lords present has been nothing but a battle to keep tensions low enough in order to keep things productive, and to avoid fights between the Astartes from breaking out at seemingly every opportunity. These fights can be between the apposing legions, or even just between the Eighth themselves.

It doesn't help that the Night Lords are often times seen baiting them- taunting barking goading a Salamander to throw the first punch. They seem to crave it, most of them.

Every baseline human aboard has done everything within their power to avoid crossing paths with Astartes in deep blue armor, adorned with smatterings of blood red. Particularly when not in sight of a Salamander. There has been more than a few times where a serf or other baseline human has managed to scurry into sanctuary within a Salamander's line of sight, and in the distance a Night Lord prowls; Discontent with his prey, or toy perhaps, finding safety in the light. They will soon after find something else to occupy their time, leaving the human no longer needing to look over their shoulder. But only for the moment.

You don't have that option. Because not only have you already gotten caught, the one that caught you is smart.

He knows where you would try to hide, every single little rat hole you could try and squeeze yourself in, and he knows that even if you did flee to one of your massive protectors, he would put up a far stronger fight than any of the other Night Lords. His persistence alone sets him apart. Why did he pick you? Out of so many, why you?

It's like being hunted. But not the chase; The conclusion, when the predator decides to bat around it's prey like a toy as it squeals, begging for a mercy it won't receive.

If you screamed, would someone come? Would they be able to free you from him, or would he simply kill them and have you all alone again?

But why won't the scream leave your throat? It's like he's choking you with just his presence.

You can hear ceramite plates grind against each other as he shifts in his armor, the hissing of it's mechanics left hand pinning your right arm against the wall. It hurts bad, it'll surely be bruised and aching, radiating pain as a remnant and reminder that this isn't some sort of horrid nightmare.

He finally caught you. After so long of managing to evade the massive Astartes, him stalking the shadows outside of your safety and watching you with those void black eyes like you have something he wants, he finally sank his claws in you. He'd been toying with you for what felt like weeks, swimming around you and trying to reach out and grab only for you to pull away, and he'd laugh. Call you little. Say your name that he'd stolen after overhearing it in a way that had you swallowing a knot deep in your throat. You could only avoid it so long- for every step you took away, took he took two closer.

Many of the Astartes are currently having their five hours of designated rest- there is no one to save you in this particular hall save for the rare guard.

His other hand grips your jaw, making sure your face can't turn away from him. Your free hand paws at his wrist, and each time your fingers slip off the armor despite trying to latch onto the seams you can see the amusement cast on his face.

Is it because he likes the way your hand is too small to grip, unable to fight against someone so much larger, unfathomably stronger, or because you're squirming like sweet prey under his pitch black gaze?

You just wish he'd get on with it. To stop toying with you, making your heart pound against your ribcage. To make your skin so hot that it travels up your neck as if moving to choke you. Fear swallows you in a way that makes you freeze- even if he hadn't been holding you, you doubt you could call on your legs to run and not fall right over to your knees.

He's never gotten this close before.

His lips brush against yours like the touch of a ghost, his breath boiling hot on your skin. You can just feel the rough skin of the scar that rips across the right side of his mouth, warping the skin. It's one of many that decorate what little skin of his is visible. When he shifts, you can hear his helm hit his thigh plate from where it's attached to his belt.

"Well?"

He's so close you can barely see his eyes, and you don't want to. When ever he looks at you if feels like he's piercing you to the wall. His dark eyes and slicked black hair contrast with the paleness of his complexion, as he watches your every move.

"I can smell that fear on you."

His words lay over you like a hot, rough blanket.

"But don't think I'm stupid enough to not smell something else."

He's not gentle- neither with his words or the way his hands grip your arms pressing against the wall. Is this a part of the Madness of the Eighth that seems to hang over their legion? To just want and to take? You know that the Astartes always can with their raw power, but you're so used to the Salamanders and their stoic kindness.

It's your obvious, first thought to try and free yourself, or call for the help of someone not asleep. Though a second thought crosses moments later.

You know you shouldn't do it; He's going to eat you up and spit you out once he's done.

But you're an idiot. One with no options and that finds themselves almost drawn into the black hole that is him.

"W-What is your name?"

He's never said it, and you've never dared ask it to anyone. You feared that once you did, that you'd put yourself deeper into his grip like stepping into a bog- fighting but only sinking farther.

He laughs. Deep, and its gravel hits you in the gut.

"I am Jago Sevatarion."

His exhale smooths over your skin like hot steam; Rough lips once again scraping over yours in an almost kiss. His voice is heavy on your chest, he's not even yelling and it's loud, deep and makes the back of your neck tense. The cold metal of his power armor presses against the skin of your jaw.

"You can call me Sevatar."

[pallysuune]

Corgi's Masterlist

Hi there. I'm Corgi. I write things, and here are places that you can find all my writing! I hope you enjoy.

Warhammer 40k:

Ao3

Here. There are about 40 different one shots and stories for Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader there, mostly OC/(various characters). Obviously too much to list here.

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Alpharius Omegon/fem!reader NSFW

Elder Lion El'Jonson/fem!reader NSFW

Jago Sevatarion/fem!reader/Alastor Rushal (1, 2 NSFW)

Alastor Rushal/fem!reader

Jago Sevatarion/Alastor Rushal NSFW

Mortarion/fem!Reader NSFW

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Space Marines Masterlist:

Lucius The Eternal/fem!Reader

The Maiden and the Knight

Sweet pleasures (Part 1), (Part 2)

Jago Sevatarion/fem!Reader:

The Eternal Night (Part 1), (Part 2), (Part 3), (Part 4), (Part 5/Finale)

Erebus/fem!Reader:

The Destiny

[kit-williams]

I already gushed on ao3 and I need to say it again

Girl dinner

Sugar So Sweet

AH! My internet works now! i can now post this here (its also on my ao3)

Tags: Jago Sevatarion/Fem!Reader, caged reader, hella smut, master/pet, impregnation, mild degradation(? i mean its petification and he cums on the cage), collared

Echo's echo: I had to join the caged up pet gang. Inspired by @lemon-russ and her *chefs kiss* wonderful Morty fic series, but this is love for my bat boys. I know Sev would treat me the reader right <3

Summary: To say you loved your life was a criminal understatement. You lived in a life of luxury that few could ever even conceive possible. You had the finest foods, a soft warm bed, and the knowledge that you were probably the safest person in the entire universe. All you had to do was be the best little pet for the head of the ship, Jago Sevatarion.

Words: 2,869

To say you loved your life was a criminal understatement. You lived in a life of luxury that few could ever even conceive possible. You had the finest foods, a soft warm bed, and the knowledge that you were probably the safest person in the entire universe. All you had to do was be the best little pet for the head of the ship, Jago Sevatarion. He was a dominating figure both in and out of your shared room with his pitch-black eyes and scar that split his face eye to upper lip. But once you two were alone together, he was more than attentive.

You roused from your little nap at the sound of familiar footsteps echo down the hall towards your room. Rolling into your side to face the door, you cozy into the little nest of pillows, sinfully soft blankets, and stuffed animals from all the planets your floating world in the cage Sev had provided for you. Your favorite stuffie was a large teddy bear that was almost as big as you that you would cuddle during the nights Sev was planet side. Your own safe space in the dark ship for when he wasn’t around to protect you, saying once he didn’t trust his brothers that shared the ship with you sending warmth through your body at the thought that he cared for you so much that he gave you this wonderful spot.

Knowing the rules for when your Master entered the room, you lazily dug yourself out of the pile of fluff sitting on your knees and straightened the collar so that the tag with Sev’s name sat perfectly between your collar bones. You wore it with pride and loved when you were let out to walk the ship with him and his brothers and the serfs could see who you belonged to, who controlled your entire world. It is the only thing you were allowed to wear along with the cuffs on both of your ankles with their little bells.

The chill of the room sent a shiver down your spine, causing your nipples to harden. The heavy door opened, and your heart skipped a beat as it always did when Sev came into the room, if you had a tail, it would have been going crazy at the sight of him. Letting the door close and lock behind him, Jago walked over to the table that held the tools and supplies to maintenance his weapons and armor. You watched him longing as he slowly removed each piece of his heavy armor. You could see new scratches and dents from his latest time on the surface of the planet he was currently in charge of.

You didn’t know exactly what he did there, simply telling you that it was no concern of pets what their Masters did. All you knew is that sometimes it was a hard job he did, sometimes coming back and leaving you in your cage for days as he would sleep and leave again. Somedays he would let you out just to lick him clean of the dark metallic substance that would cover his boots, hands, and face. One those days he would fuck you for his release only just to lock you away again. Yelling if he caught you trying to get yourself off. You feared today would be one of those days. He hadn’t spoken to you, let alone touched you for what felt like a week and the ache in your sex grew each day you watched him leave.

Once Jago had finished, he stripped himself out of the skintight black suit that provided insulation. Your mouth watered as you saw his heavy cock for the first time that day. A needy whine involuntarily escaped your throat as you watched him lazily stroke it, trying to return some blood flow to it after being held in by the tight undersuit. Jagos eyes looked over at you slowly, the warning clear. You weren’t allowed to make any sounds until he permits you. He took that privilege away from you some months ago when you kept bombarding him with questions about his time off the ship. You had only forgotten that rule once and it had taken the bruises on your ass a week to fade from the punishment. Snapping your mouth shut and turning your eyes down, you tried to pull yourself together as to not annoy your Master again.

A few moments of silence passed until you could hear the dull thuds of his bare feet walking toward you. Once they stopped, he lightly kicked the cage to grab your attention. With a jump from the sudden sound of the kick drew your eyes up to meet him. He stood just inches from the cage, still lazily stroking his now half hard cock. Your eyes grew wide, pleading with them to let you touch it, to taste it, to feel its weight pressed on your tongue. This little trick would work on occasion but on this day, Sev was not feeling so kind. He just continued to stroke himself until you could see the veins that deliciously start to bulge out. His other hand coming down to play with his balls as high breathing started to quicken. All the while all you could do was watch longingly at his cock as the first few drops of pre cum dribbled out, wishing to run your tongue against the tip of the head to taste him.

After a few more quick pumps, he was cumming on the bars of the cage. Some of it making it onto your face and chest. Feeling the warm liquid drip down your skin sent a rush of slick out of your needy pussy. Once he was done, he turned and walked toward the shower in the adjoining bathroom, calling over your shoulder, “Clean it up before I return.” The command punctuated with the closing of the bathroom door.

You sat there, half stunned, half desperate for a moment. It wasn’t unusual for Sav to cover you in his cum, sometimes he would even make you walk the halls of the ship with it dripping down your face and chest, but never had he denied you from helping. The sound of the shower turning on and the muffled hum of Sev brought you back to reality and you began to clean his mess. Deciding to start with the cage bars, you began collecting his seed with your fingers, curling them around each bar to make sure every drop is dealt with. After each pass, you brought your fingers to your mouth, savoring the slight salty flavor of his cum. The flavor coated your tongue with each new cleaning of your fingers. You could feel as it slipped to the back of your throat and down into your belly, causing you to double your efforts with pathetic desperation. All you could think about was his cum. When the bars were almost clean you began to use your tongue, curling the muscle around each cold bar, imagining you were given the honor of cleaning off the cold metal of his power armor.

With the bars clean, you turned to clean yourself. Dragging your hand over your chest to collect the slowly cooling seed, letting it cover your nipples in a little act of defiance of being denied some sort of pleasure. Bringing your hand back to your mouth to clean it, you finish by cleaning your face just as you hear the water stop. Looking around you decided that you had done the best that you could and waited for your Master to return to you so he could see how good of a job you had done.

Sev returned to the main room in a cloud of steam, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. He walked over to your cage and inspected it for a long moment before looking at you, a slight smile turning up the damaged part of his face. “What a good girl,” he said while bending slightly to finally let you out of your cage. A smile tearing across your face as his praise washes over you. Once the door is opened, you crawl out, stretching out your limbs, enjoying the slight soreness from being confined in the small space for so long.

Sev walked over and sat on the bed, reaching into the drawer of the bedside table to pull out the brush he had bought for you. You watched him patiently until he was ready for you. “Come now pet, its time to brush you out,” he called to you.

You obediently crawled over on your hands and knees to him the bells on your ankle cuffs jingling lightly with each movement, a sweet reminder that your wonderful Master would always be able to find you no matter where you went off to. At his feet Sev patted his legs and you carefully climbed up onto him, sitting with your back to him, he began softly brushing your hair. It had been a few months since he brushed it for you. Recently you had to get yourself ready for anytime he wanted you, too tired to do it. Whatever changed this day you didn’t care. You loved the feeling of his large hands holding you, moving you where he needed you. You bathed in the affection he gave you when he tenderly detangled your hair, he hated if he got tangled in it when he would pull your hair.

“You may speak now, little one,” he said as he worked the soft brush down through the ends of your hair.

“Thank you, Sir. I have missed you,” your voice harsh with disuse.

He only hummed his response as he reached back into the drawer for a ribbon to tie your hair back. “You will accompany me today on the deck. You will be on your best behavior and do whatever I tell you,” He told you as he tied it into a bow, “We will be having guests.”

It wasn’t common for guests to come aboard but it was an even rarer case for you to be allowed to join Sev as he entertained them. “Where will I be, Sir?” curiosity overcoming you. “You will kneel by my feet at the captain’s chair. If the meeting runs longer than expected I may allow you nap at my feet,” he told you as he finished with your hair and put away the brush. Pulling you closer to his chest, causing your legs to slide to the outside of his, opening you, “First we must take care of something here,” he purred into your ear as he brought one of his large hands to cup your sex. “My my, little pet you are so wet.”

Your eyes closed on their own as you felt his fingers start to slip between your lower lips, spreading your wetness over your cunt. “Y-yes Sir. I was a good girl, and I waited,” it came out as a shudder as Sev started to slowly roll your sensitive clit between his fingers.

“Yes, you have been my sweetling and as a treat I will give you a gift,” Sev kept working your clit, tightening the coil in your lower belly, moving his other hand down to begin to finger you. A moan fell from your gaping mouth as your hole stretched around two of his large fingers. Pumping them in and out of you at a steady pace causing your slick to begin to drip down his hand.

He began nipping at your neck, “You take my fingers so well. That’s it, work yourself open for me.”

His teeth biting into your neck shot fire through you, his sharp teeth leaving marks on your skin. Humping back onto his fingers doubling your efforts, bracing your hands on his knees so you wouldn’t lose your balance. Your needy and pathetic moans echo around the room mixing with the obscene squelching of Sev’s fingers in your sopping pussy. Your muscles tightening around him as your climax built up in you.

Feeling your pussy pull him deeper in, Sev let out a groan and pulled both of his hands away from you. Leaving you on the brink of an orgasm. You let out a cry at the loss of stimulation. Your cunt feeling painfully empty. Before you could ask why, Sev lifted you up easily and set you down on his cock. Not giving you any moment to adjust to the sheer size of him, his fingers being little help to work you open. He began fucking into you with his own desperation for release now.

“So tight, so warm. My pet perfect just for me,” Sev growled into your neck. “A little toy just for me, to use and fill as I want. Isn’t that right pet?”

“Y-yes!” was all you could get out as he pushed himself deeper into you, feeling him push against your womb.

“Yes what?” he said, bringing a hand up to pull painfully at your nipple. His displeasure in your pathetic answer clear.

“Yes Sir! I am your good pet! So good! My cunt made just for you,” you began to cry as your orgasm built back up, the rough thrusting of his cock in you becoming almost too much to bear.

“Good girl. Yes, your pussy is just for me,” taking his hand from your nipple back down to your clit, pinching it between his fingers. A scream mixed with a moan leave you at the new sensation. “Would you like your gift now?” he said in between his thrusts into you.

“Please! Yes, Sir please. I’ve been good,” your head was starting to spin with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

Moaning into you, he quickened his pace, bringing his other hand to rest just below your belly button. You knew he could feel himself just below your skin. “My good girl deserves her treat. I’m going to cum in you. Fill you up till your belly bulges. How does that sound?” You could only nod your head, unable to form words. The only sound your body could produce was your desperate moans.

“I’ll fuck my cum into your pretty womb. Fill it with my seed till your round with my sons,” his rhythm skipping as he approached his climax, “Keep you fat with my children. Let everyone see that my pet was a greedy whore for my cum.” Weak pleas fell from your lips, trying to let your Master know that you wanted nothing more than to show off your devotion to him by carrying his sons.

A few more thrusts and he was filling you, his cum warming your belly. True to his word he filled you until a little bulged formed just under his hand on your belly. You followed him soon after feeling his cum in you. Your pussy gripping down onto his cock, milking him empty. Falling back against him as your body went limp with the power of your orgasm. Sev slowly rubbing your middle, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “You took me so well, sweetling. We must go now though. Our guests will be arriving soon, and I don’t want to be the last to show,” he said as he slowly pulled out of you. Some of his cum leaked out and he placed a hand over your hole. “No no, be a good girl and keep it in you. I don’t want my gift to go to waste.”

Too tired to speak, you weakly nod, trying your best to tighten your abused hole to keep his seed inside of you. He let you catch your breath a moment longer before pushing you off his lap and onto your feet, steading you as you regained your balance. Grabbing your hand, he led you over to the table with his armor so that you would be able to put it back on him. Trying your hardest to focus on the task as the after glow of your orgasm radiated through you.

Once he was redressed and armored, he turned to you, lifting your chin up with one of his fingers so that he could place the tenderest kiss against your lips. You melted into his touch as a purr came from your chest. Sev pulled back, a small smile on his lips as he tidied your hair back up. Taking a golden chain that sat on the edge of the table, he hooked one end onto your collar and the other to a ring on his hip, connecting you to him.

Leading you out of the room you fell into step behind him, as you both walked toward the helm. Your head held high as the other occupants of the ship averted their eyes as you and your Master walked past. You could feel his cum slowly leak out with every step you took, one of your hands coming to rest where your womb would be. Pride filling you as you thought about becoming pregnant with his sons and wishing that this time will be the one that does it.

[egrets-not-regrets]

Oh my!

Sugar So Sweet

AH! My internet works now! i can now post this here (its also on my ao3)

Tags: Jago Sevatarion/Fem!Reader, caged reader, hella smut, master/pet, impregnation, mild degradation(? i mean its petification and he cums on the cage), collared

Echo's echo: I had to join the caged up pet gang. Inspired by @lemon-russ and her *chefs kiss* wonderful Morty fic series, but this is love for my bat boys. I know Sev would treat me the reader right <3

Summary: To say you loved your life was a criminal understatement. You lived in a life of luxury that few could ever even conceive possible. You had the finest foods, a soft warm bed, and the knowledge that you were probably the safest person in the entire universe. All you had to do was be the best little pet for the head of the ship, Jago Sevatarion.

Words: 2,869

To say you loved your life was a criminal understatement. You lived in a life of luxury that few could ever even conceive possible. You had the finest foods, a soft warm bed, and the knowledge that you were probably the safest person in the entire universe. All you had to do was be the best little pet for the head of the ship, Jago Sevatarion. He was a dominating figure both in and out of your shared room with his pitch-black eyes and scar that split his face eye to upper lip. But once you two were alone together, he was more than attentive.

You roused from your little nap at the sound of familiar footsteps echo down the hall towards your room. Rolling into your side to face the door, you cozy into the little nest of pillows, sinfully soft blankets, and stuffed animals from all the planets your floating world in the cage Sev had provided for you. Your favorite stuffie was a large teddy bear that was almost as big as you that you would cuddle during the nights Sev was planet side. Your own safe space in the dark ship for when he wasn’t around to protect you, saying once he didn’t trust his brothers that shared the ship with you sending warmth through your body at the thought that he cared for you so much that he gave you this wonderful spot.

Knowing the rules for when your Master entered the room, you lazily dug yourself out of the pile of fluff sitting on your knees and straightened the collar so that the tag with Sev’s name sat perfectly between your collar bones. You wore it with pride and loved when you were let out to walk the ship with him and his brothers and the serfs could see who you belonged to, who controlled your entire world. It is the only thing you were allowed to wear along with the cuffs on both of your ankles with their little bells.

The chill of the room sent a shiver down your spine, causing your nipples to harden. The heavy door opened, and your heart skipped a beat as it always did when Sev came into the room, if you had a tail, it would have been going crazy at the sight of him. Letting the door close and lock behind him, Jago walked over to the table that held the tools and supplies to maintenance his weapons and armor. You watched him longing as he slowly removed each piece of his heavy armor. You could see new scratches and dents from his latest time on the surface of the planet he was currently in charge of.

You didn’t know exactly what he did there, simply telling you that it was no concern of pets what their Masters did. All you knew is that sometimes it was a hard job he did, sometimes coming back and leaving you in your cage for days as he would sleep and leave again. Somedays he would let you out just to lick him clean of the dark metallic substance that would cover his boots, hands, and face. One those days he would fuck you for his release only just to lock you away again. Yelling if he caught you trying to get yourself off. You feared today would be one of those days. He hadn’t spoken to you, let alone touched you for what felt like a week and the ache in your sex grew each day you watched him leave.

Once Jago had finished, he stripped himself out of the skintight black suit that provided insulation. Your mouth watered as you saw his heavy cock for the first time that day. A needy whine involuntarily escaped your throat as you watched him lazily stroke it, trying to return some blood flow to it after being held in by the tight undersuit. Jagos eyes looked over at you slowly, the warning clear. You weren’t allowed to make any sounds until he permits you. He took that privilege away from you some months ago when you kept bombarding him with questions about his time off the ship. You had only forgotten that rule once and it had taken the bruises on your ass a week to fade from the punishment. Snapping your mouth shut and turning your eyes down, you tried to pull yourself together as to not annoy your Master again.

A few moments of silence passed until you could hear the dull thuds of his bare feet walking toward you. Once they stopped, he lightly kicked the cage to grab your attention. With a jump from the sudden sound of the kick drew your eyes up to meet him. He stood just inches from the cage, still lazily stroking his now half hard cock. Your eyes grew wide, pleading with them to let you touch it, to taste it, to feel its weight pressed on your tongue. This little trick would work on occasion but on this day, Sev was not feeling so kind. He just continued to stroke himself until you could see the veins that deliciously start to bulge out. His other hand coming down to play with his balls as high breathing started to quicken. All the while all you could do was watch longingly at his cock as the first few drops of pre cum dribbled out, wishing to run your tongue against the tip of the head to taste him.

After a few more quick pumps, he was cumming on the bars of the cage. Some of it making it onto your face and chest. Feeling the warm liquid drip down your skin sent a rush of slick out of your needy pussy. Once he was done, he turned and walked toward the shower in the adjoining bathroom, calling over your shoulder, “Clean it up before I return.” The command punctuated with the closing of the bathroom door.

You sat there, half stunned, half desperate for a moment. It wasn’t unusual for Sav to cover you in his cum, sometimes he would even make you walk the halls of the ship with it dripping down your face and chest, but never had he denied you from helping. The sound of the shower turning on and the muffled hum of Sev brought you back to reality and you began to clean his mess. Deciding to start with the cage bars, you began collecting his seed with your fingers, curling them around each bar to make sure every drop is dealt with. After each pass, you brought your fingers to your mouth, savoring the slight salty flavor of his cum. The flavor coated your tongue with each new cleaning of your fingers. You could feel as it slipped to the back of your throat and down into your belly, causing you to double your efforts with pathetic desperation. All you could think about was his cum. When the bars were almost clean you began to use your tongue, curling the muscle around each cold bar, imagining you were given the honor of cleaning off the cold metal of his power armor.

With the bars clean, you turned to clean yourself. Dragging your hand over your chest to collect the slowly cooling seed, letting it cover your nipples in a little act of defiance of being denied some sort of pleasure. Bringing your hand back to your mouth to clean it, you finish by cleaning your face just as you hear the water stop. Looking around you decided that you had done the best that you could and waited for your Master to return to you so he could see how good of a job you had done.

Sev returned to the main room in a cloud of steam, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. He walked over to your cage and inspected it for a long moment before looking at you, a slight smile turning up the damaged part of his face. “What a good girl,” he said while bending slightly to finally let you out of your cage. A smile tearing across your face as his praise washes over you. Once the door is opened, you crawl out, stretching out your limbs, enjoying the slight soreness from being confined in the small space for so long.

Sev walked over and sat on the bed, reaching into the drawer of the bedside table to pull out the brush he had bought for you. You watched him patiently until he was ready for you. “Come now pet, its time to brush you out,” he called to you.

You obediently crawled over on your hands and knees to him the bells on your ankle cuffs jingling lightly with each movement, a sweet reminder that your wonderful Master would always be able to find you no matter where you went off to. At his feet Sev patted his legs and you carefully climbed up onto him, sitting with your back to him, he began softly brushing your hair. It had been a few months since he brushed it for you. Recently you had to get yourself ready for anytime he wanted you, too tired to do it. Whatever changed this day you didn’t care. You loved the feeling of his large hands holding you, moving you where he needed you. You bathed in the affection he gave you when he tenderly detangled your hair, he hated if he got tangled in it when he would pull your hair.

“You may speak now, little one,” he said as he worked the soft brush down through the ends of your hair.

“Thank you, Sir. I have missed you,” your voice harsh with disuse.

He only hummed his response as he reached back into the drawer for a ribbon to tie your hair back. “You will accompany me today on the deck. You will be on your best behavior and do whatever I tell you,” He told you as he tied it into a bow, “We will be having guests.”

It wasn’t common for guests to come aboard but it was an even rarer case for you to be allowed to join Sev as he entertained them. “Where will I be, Sir?” curiosity overcoming you. “You will kneel by my feet at the captain’s chair. If the meeting runs longer than expected I may allow you nap at my feet,” he told you as he finished with your hair and put away the brush. Pulling you closer to his chest, causing your legs to slide to the outside of his, opening you, “First we must take care of something here,” he purred into your ear as he brought one of his large hands to cup your sex. “My my, little pet you are so wet.”

Your eyes closed on their own as you felt his fingers start to slip between your lower lips, spreading your wetness over your cunt. “Y-yes Sir. I was a good girl, and I waited,” it came out as a shudder as Sev started to slowly roll your sensitive clit between his fingers.

“Yes, you have been my sweetling and as a treat I will give you a gift,” Sev kept working your clit, tightening the coil in your lower belly, moving his other hand down to begin to finger you. A moan fell from your gaping mouth as your hole stretched around two of his large fingers. Pumping them in and out of you at a steady pace causing your slick to begin to drip down his hand.

He began nipping at your neck, “You take my fingers so well. That’s it, work yourself open for me.”

His teeth biting into your neck shot fire through you, his sharp teeth leaving marks on your skin. Humping back onto his fingers doubling your efforts, bracing your hands on his knees so you wouldn’t lose your balance. Your needy and pathetic moans echo around the room mixing with the obscene squelching of Sev’s fingers in your sopping pussy. Your muscles tightening around him as your climax built up in you.

Feeling your pussy pull him deeper in, Sev let out a groan and pulled both of his hands away from you. Leaving you on the brink of an orgasm. You let out a cry at the loss of stimulation. Your cunt feeling painfully empty. Before you could ask why, Sev lifted you up easily and set you down on his cock. Not giving you any moment to adjust to the sheer size of him, his fingers being little help to work you open. He began fucking into you with his own desperation for release now.

“So tight, so warm. My pet perfect just for me,” Sev growled into your neck. “A little toy just for me, to use and fill as I want. Isn’t that right pet?”

“Y-yes!” was all you could get out as he pushed himself deeper into you, feeling him push against your womb.

“Yes what?” he said, bringing a hand up to pull painfully at your nipple. His displeasure in your pathetic answer clear.

“Yes Sir! I am your good pet! So good! My cunt made just for you,” you began to cry as your orgasm built back up, the rough thrusting of his cock in you becoming almost too much to bear.

“Good girl. Yes, your pussy is just for me,” taking his hand from your nipple back down to your clit, pinching it between his fingers. A scream mixed with a moan leave you at the new sensation. “Would you like your gift now?” he said in between his thrusts into you.

“Please! Yes, Sir please. I’ve been good,” your head was starting to spin with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.

Moaning into you, he quickened his pace, bringing his other hand to rest just below your belly button. You knew he could feel himself just below your skin. “My good girl deserves her treat. I’m going to cum in you. Fill you up till your belly bulges. How does that sound?” You could only nod your head, unable to form words. The only sound your body could produce was your desperate moans.

“I’ll fuck my cum into your pretty womb. Fill it with my seed till your round with my sons,” his rhythm skipping as he approached his climax, “Keep you fat with my children. Let everyone see that my pet was a greedy whore for my cum.” Weak pleas fell from your lips, trying to let your Master know that you wanted nothing more than to show off your devotion to him by carrying his sons.

A few more thrusts and he was filling you, his cum warming your belly. True to his word he filled you until a little bulged formed just under his hand on your belly. You followed him soon after feeling his cum in you. Your pussy gripping down onto his cock, milking him empty. Falling back against him as your body went limp with the power of your orgasm. Sev slowly rubbing your middle, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “You took me so well, sweetling. We must go now though. Our guests will be arriving soon, and I don’t want to be the last to show,” he said as he slowly pulled out of you. Some of his cum leaked out and he placed a hand over your hole. “No no, be a good girl and keep it in you. I don’t want my gift to go to waste.”

Too tired to speak, you weakly nod, trying your best to tighten your abused hole to keep his seed inside of you. He let you catch your breath a moment longer before pushing you off his lap and onto your feet, steading you as you regained your balance. Grabbing your hand, he led you over to the table with his armor so that you would be able to put it back on him. Trying your hardest to focus on the task as the after glow of your orgasm radiated through you.

Once he was redressed and armored, he turned to you, lifting your chin up with one of his fingers so that he could place the tenderest kiss against your lips. You melted into his touch as a purr came from your chest. Sev pulled back, a small smile on his lips as he tidied your hair back up. Taking a golden chain that sat on the edge of the table, he hooked one end onto your collar and the other to a ring on his hip, connecting you to him.

Leading you out of the room you fell into step behind him, as you both walked toward the helm. Your head held high as the other occupants of the ship averted their eyes as you and your Master walked past. You could feel his cum slowly leak out with every step you took, one of your hands coming to rest where your womb would be. Pride filling you as you thought about becoming pregnant with his sons and wishing that this time will be the one that does it.