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holylulusworld · 11 months ago

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Best bridesmaid ever

Summary: You always dreamed of letting your dirtiest fantasies become reality. Your bridesmaid makes it happen.

Prompt filled for: @anyfandomgoesbingo: Square 16: Bachelor (ette) party

Pairing: fem!Reader x Nick Fowler, Ari Levinson, Lloyd Hansen, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Warnings: consensual non-con/dub-con, 18+ only, fake attack, implied kidnapping, gangbang, multiple partners, taking turns, unprotected sex, smut, doggy style, pussy slapping, creampie, oral male rec, titty fuck, cum play, anal sex, voyeurism, mentions of sex tape, mentions of callboys/prostitution, masturbation, lies, dark!fic, plot twist, open ending

Words: 4,1 k

Please read the warnings before reading the story. The story contains triggering content.

The room is crowded with your best friends. Your bachelorette party is in full swing. Still, you’re not in a cheery mood. This should be one of your best days, but it isn’t.

You put on a fake smile and try to not ruin the night for your friends too.

“Naughty, naughty,” you giggle as you unpack your best friend’s gift. She gifted you a bunny vibrator. “I will marry to have a dick around, you know.”

“A boring dick fucking you all vanilla,” she winks at you. “This is for emergencies.”

You sigh, deeply. Penelope isn’t wrong. You can’t deny that you are bored most of the time you have sex with your fiancé. He doesn’t put much effort into satisfying your needs but is a nice guy.

“You need a good fuck before you marry that boring loser,” she smirks darkly, making the others chuckle. You roll your eyes at her comment. Yes, your fiancé is boring and all vanilla, but you love him.

“That is enough,” you get up and glare at Penelope. “I know you are jealous of my relationship but that’s no reason to talk like that about him. Especially not at my bachelorette party.”

“Bitch,” she gets up to push you toward the couch. “I should take my gift and leave.” You frown deeply. Pennie never talked like that to you before.

“Maybe it’s time to teach her some manners.” You gasp as five masked men storm into the living room. They get guns out and aim them at your friends. “Come over here, little bride.” One of them aims his gun at you. “Right. Fucking. Now.”

You whimper but slowly move toward the man. He smirks and grabs your arm to drag you out of the room. “Guys, we got the honey pot. Let’s start the party!”

More men stream into the room. They pounce on your friends, but four of them follow the one dragging you with him out of the room.

“Party time,” the man purrs in your ear. He tugs his gun away and rips your dress open. “Look at this, my friends.”

“Who are you?” You try to wiggle in his grip and slap against his shoulders. ”Get off me, bastard!”

You hear your friends; they scream and holler as the man guides you toward the bedroom at the house you rented for your bachelorette party.

“Oh, sunshine,” the man purrs and dips his head as you try to find a way to escape and save your friends. “We will get inside of you, all of us. You are fair game for our cocks.”

This must be a nightmare. The men slam the door shut, locking it as you tremble under their gazes.

“I want her cunt first,” the man throws your ruined dress over his shoulder. He smirks and cups his crotch when you try to cover yourself. “You can take the lingerie off on your own, or I’ll rip it down your ass.”

Your eyes round when the men unbuckle their belts in sync. You sniffle and shake your head.

“Last warning, sunshine,” the first guy taunts, and steps toward you to grasp for your bra and rip it open. “You’ll see, if you follow orders tonight, you’ll not get hurt. Now, panties off.”

You shake your head, and he sighs deeply.

“Fine, turn around then,” he grabs your neck, holding your throat in a tight grip. You slap him and try to scratch him, but you end up on the bed, face first. “Fuck me, that’s a naughty whore.”

The man grips your ass, spreading your cheeks to get a better look at your crotchless panties. “I guess she’ll get fucked with her panties on, guys.”

“Hurry the fuck up, Hansen,” one of the other guys finally speaks. “I got a raging hard-on and don’t want to go for the bridesmaids. I want to ruin the bride.”

“Please…don’t,” you choked out a whimper when Hansen moves his hands over your ass. His hand slip between your legs to part your pussy lips. He hums as your slick covers his fingers. “I’m going to marry.”

“I don’t give a shit,” Hansen slaps your pussy, once, twice, three times. “You will stay like this and wait for my cock to fill this needy hole. And after I’m done with your hole, my friends will have a go too.”

All you can do is bite the cushion and close your eyes. If this is a bad dream, you will wake soon and go back to your life.

“Shit, look at that perfect pussy,” one of the other men says. He slaps your ass, making it sting as it feels like it’s made of metal. “Thank me when I compliment you.”

“Barnes, relax,” a third guy grunts. “She will take your dick soon enough. I want to know if Hansen is all talk or if he can fuck like a stallion.”

“You hear the other three men step closer to the bed. They unzip their pants, and you sniffle again hearing the guy named Hansen unzip his pants too. His cock slaps against your pussy lips seconds later, making your body go stiff.

“Get away from me,” you scream and try to crawl away, but Hansen grabs your legs and drags you toward the edge of the bed. He grasps for your arms, holding them behind your back.

“Give me the handcuffs,” Hansen grunts. “I gotta tame that beast of a mare. She’ll feel me in her bones for days and maybe her ass too.”

He restraints your wrists behind your back, smirking as you sniffle silently.

“Relax that cunt,” he purrs and runs his erection up and down your slit. “It’s a nice little cunt, and I’d hate ruining it.”

“Please don’t hurt me,” you plea. “I’ll do anything you want to.”

He teases your entrance with the wide head, smirking as you try to wiggle away. Hansen slams home in one go, showing no mercy. You are soaked, and it helps to take his huge cock.

“Aw, there we go, sunshine. Can you feel your tight little cunt pulsing around my cock?” He grabs your restrained hands, and slowly starts rocking his hips.

The other men groan hearing tiny whimpers leave your lips. You hear one of them shuffle behind you. He steps next to Hansen to watch him ruin your cunt.

Hansen roughly fucks into you; he groans and drops his hands to slap your ass with both hands. His arms suddenly wrap around your body to bring you upright. He cups your tits, squeezing the plush flesh painfully hard.

You wiggle again and try to buck him off, but it’s no use. He ruts into you and taunts you with love confession. “I’m gonna marry this cunt, guys. It’s official, I’m in love.”

“Get off me,” you choke out a moan. He’s a bastard, but damn him, his cock hits that spot making you keen with deadly accuracy.

“No can do, sunshine,” he purrs and wraps one hand around your throat. You are helpless in his arms and can only watch one of the other men crawl onto the bed. He winks at you before kneeling on the bed to give your exposed cunt a few kitten licks.

“How does she taste, Rogers,” the man slapping your ass earlier asks. “I bet she tastes like a whore. Our whore.”

“Shut up, Barnes,” the man licking your cunt grunts. He kneels in front of you to grope your tit. “Yeah, I’m going to fuck you too, doll. Maybe missionary so you must watch me claim your body.”

“Mirror,” Hansen grunts. His thrusts become sloppy and you only hope he won’t cum inside of you. “Now!”

Two more men come into your vision. They rip the curtains hanging opposite the bed down, revealing an oversized wall mirror.

“Watch yourself get ruined, sunshine,” Hansen tightens his hold on your throat. He pushes into you, always hitting your G-spot now. You don’t recognize the woman in the mirror.

She looks like a whore getting railed by the masked man. Drool runs down your chin, and your eyes are glassy. “Fuck…no…nggh…” You try to hold the tidal wave back. The last thing you want is to gush all over the bastard’s cock.

“That’s you, sunshine,” he tilts your head to kiss you roughly. The mask scratches your face, but the worst is, that you tighten around his length, milking him dry. You sniffle, and whimper feeling his seed fill your abused cunt. “One done, Y/N. Four more to go. And after we all had our fill, we will start all over again.”

He laughs at your shocked face and pushes you off him. You land on the bed with a loud thud, fearing you won’t survive the night.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” the man named Rogers grabs you by your neck and forces you to kneel on the bed. “I want to fuck those tits first.”

“Kneel on the ground for your new husband,” Hansen grabs your arm and pushes you to the ground. You struggle to kneel with your hands still bound behind your back. “Good little cockslut.”

“Perfect,” Rogers smirks as you try to slowly move away from him. “None of this now.” He walks around you to slap his hands between your legs. He scoops a large amount of Hansen’s cum, humming as you whimper at the slightest touch.

Rogers hurriedly faces you again to smear the cum all over your tits. He hums a melody while playing with your nipples. “Rogers loves a good titty fuck,” Hansen kneels behind you to slap your ass. “Be good, and he will shoot his load before your tits are sore.”

“I—” You shake your head but have no choice but to let the man named Rogers roughly grip your chin. He smears Hansen’s cum all over your lips before greedily kissing you.

“Let me fuck those tits, doll,” he purrs and pushes his cock between your tits. He cups your plush flesh, pressing them together as he starts rocking his hips. You drop your head and watch his cock moving between your tits. Your mouth opens and you lick over his tip when he moves closer to your face. “That’s it. Be good for me.”

“Fuck those tits faster, I want her to suck me off, or her ass,” another man grabs the back of your neck. “Lick his dick, now.”

“Shit, Fowler,” the man fucking your tits grunts. “Yes, that’s so much hotter.”

“Fowler is a kinky bastard,” the last man laughs. “Wait for my cock, sweetness, Levinson will split all of your holes and ruin you forever.”

“Shut up,” Barnes grunts. He gets his dick out to run his gloved hand up and down his length.

Rogers moves his hips faster. “I want to fuck her pussy now.”

Your eyes widen at Rogers’ words. Before you can react his cock slips out from between your tits, and you get thrown onto the bed. He immediately crawls between your legs, spreading you with his hips. “Yeah, that’s how you will watch me fuck you, doll.”

Rogers impales you with one forceful thrust. He ignores that you try to wiggle your hips or that you call him a bastard. He silences your protests with his lips, almost smothering you as he starts rocking his hips. “You’re ours from now on. Not a bride but our whore.”

His lips move down to your neck, and lower to your tits. He bites your nipple, forcing a scream to tear from your throat. Rogers is a cruel lover. He bites and nips at your plush flesh, leaving marks as he fucks you deep and hard.

He speeds up with every squeak leaving your lips. Your eyes roll back as he suddenly grabs your hips to slightly lift your hips. Rogers holds you in a tight grip while violating your pulsing cunt.

“Shit, did you see that?” Barnes growls. “She gushed all over his cock like a whore.”

His load shoots into you right after you clenched around him like the whore they turned you into. “That’s it, doll. Now you know the drill.”

Rogers pulls out, leaving you tainted and panting for the next man to use you. “On your belly, ass up,” Fowler doesn’t give you the chance to take a breath. He flips you over, forces you on your hands and knees, and is on you before you can react.

Not that you’d be able to fight him.

“What do you say, Barnes?” Fowler runs his hands up and down your trembling thighs. “Ass and mouth? Let’s fill her from both ends.”

You moan but bite your tongue. Fowler slaps your ass, grunts, and calls you a slut as you dared to make a noise.

“Shut up, you don’t have a say in this,” he mocks you. “This body is ours to use. Now talking back.”

He opens the handcuffs. Fowler takes his time, gently kneading the pain out of your skin. “Barnes?”

“Mouth,” Barnes grunts. “I hope she’s good at sucking dick. I dreamed of having her lips wrapped around my dick.”

“More ass for me,” Fowler laughs as you hold your breath. “Relax, sweetness. This ass will love my cock. It’s made to take it.”

You nod and tap the bed twice. Fowler immediately grabs you by your hips to press his crotch into your ass. He grinds into you while Barnes takes off his clothes.

Barnes lies on his side, lazily stroking his cock. He watches Fowler push your face into Barnes’ crotch, smirking as you eagerly rub your face into his pubic hair. “Good little whore,” he praises. “Now open up for Bucky.”

“Barnes!” Fowler hisses. “We said no first names!”

“Fuck you! I want her to suck my dick, not for you to complain again. Get your dick inside her ass and let me and my pretty doll have some fun!” Barnes gently pats your head, encouraging you to relax and open your mouth for him.

You move a little closer to Barnes and press your knees and the palms of your hands into the mattress.

Barnes watches the man behind you open a bottle of lube. He grunts as you shyly glance at his erection. “All for you, doll.” He lazily strokes his cock, waiting for Fowler to make his move. “I bet you will look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

Heat creeps into your cheeks at his praise. You dart your tongue out to lick over the wide heat. He shudders feeling your tongue touch his sensitive tip.

“Stop playing around,” Fowler pushes against your shoulders to press your face into Barnes’ crotch. “Swallow his cock while I shove mine into your tight little arsehole.”

“Hey, she was so good to me,” Barnes complains loudly. “Right doll. You wanted to suck me good.”

“She’ll be even better with my cock up her ass.” You hear a commotion in the room. The fifth man, Levinson barks orders at Hansen and Rogers. You blend his voice out and only listen to Fowler who lubes one finger to play with your tightest hole. “Such a nice little hole for me to use.”

You whimper and bite your lower lip. It’s a new sensation feeling Fowler’s finger push into your tightest hole. He groans behind you. “Did you ever take it up your ass?” He taunts while moving his finger in and out. “I bet you didn’t.”

“Who’s toying with her now,” Barnes snaps at Fowler. “She’s a big girl and can take it. Right, doll?” He purrs the pet name. “You want him to fuck this naughty hole.”

For a moment, the room was silent. All eyes are on you, and the men watch you slowly nod.

They don’t need to know that you’re about to fulfill your darkest desires. The ones no one else could fulfill.

“I knew she was going to take all of me,” Fowler slaps your ass. You squeak and lean over Barnes’ crotch to lick over the head. He holds his cock in a tight grip, offering it to you like a present. “Now, open up for Barnes while I stretch that hole.”

Barnes cups the back of your neck and holds his cock with his free hand. He guides you down his cock, slow but his hold on your neck is tight enough to tell you he won’t accept refusal.

“Slow, doll,” Barnes moves his hand to the back of your neck. He pats you and purrs your name. “I’ll help you do it right.” He pushes your head into his crotch, forcing you to swallow him whole.

“Yeah, he’s good at guidance,” you choke around Barnes's cock. He smirks as you struggle to breathe right. “I’m better, though.”

You let Barnes guide your head up and down his length, ignoring the other men growling your name, along with profanities. You’re too far gone. Body and soul tainted by the men using you for their pleasure, you’re ruined and know it.

Fowler grips your waistline, fingertips digging into your flesh. He lubes his cock, groaning as his eyes drop to your well-fucked cunt. Rogers and Hansen’s cum runs out of your abused hole. “What a good whore you are for all of us.”

“Fuck her already, I’m still waiting for my turn,” it’s Levinson who raises his voice. “If not, I’ll take over and rip that tight little hole open.”

“Get fucked,” Fowler loses his patience. He grips your ass to spread your ass cheeks. Fowler spits onto the crack of your ass, huffing as Levinson steps toward the bed to watch you suck Barnes’ dick. You bob your head, desperate to feel his cum on your tongue.

The pressure you feel the moment Fowler pushes his cock into your tightest hole is something you’ve never felt before. He slowly moves back and forth, still, it’s a wide and uncomfortable stretch. You hear him groan and feel his hands grip your hips to push all the way in.

“Shit, she’s stuffed to the brim,” Hansen comments. He watches Barnes and Fowler use you to their liking, griping his cock to jerk off. “I could go for another round when you are done, guys. Her ass looks inviting.”

“I bet,” Fowler pants as he gives you shallow thrusts, “she stretched that perfect hole with a plug. Right, babycakes. You knew I’m into fucking ass.”

You moan around Barnes’ cock, unable to answer Fowler’s question. You’re their sex toy to use, and nothing else. You can’t move your head, because Barnes guides you up and down his length while Fowler thrusts into your ass.

They work in unison as if they had done this a hundred times before. Their cocks fill your holes, pushing as deep as possible and you get lost in your darkest fantasy. You close your eyes and let yourself fall.

“She’s there, in her little headspace, fuck,” Rogers’ says. “Slow down, make her feel all of it.” He dips his head to watch Fowler stretch your arsehole. “Make her hole gape. I want to go for a ride later too.”

“Shut up, Rogers,” Levinson barks. He stares at your naked form trapped between the others. Levinson is ready to drag them off you to get his turn, but he will wait and have the grand finale. “It’s my turn first!”

“Shit…I’m gonna cum,” you groan around Barnes. He cups the back of your neck again, holding you still when his cum shoots down your throat. “She’s perfect…” He slips out of your mouth, letting you breathe.

You don’t have time to think about his cum on your tongue. Fowler pushes against your shoulders, holding you down to rut into you. His cock slams into your tight hole. You whimper and beg him to slow down, but he won’t. Fowler is determined to fill you up.

“Butterfly?” Levinson asks, and you shake your head. “You’re such a good girl. We never had someone taking it like you did.”

“Please.”

Fowler grabs your hips. He shoves himself as deep as possible inside your ass and stills his hips. He comes with a shout of your name and slaps your ass with both hands.

It’s over as fast as it began. Fowler slips out of you and pushes your broken body onto the bed. You whimper but believe they will give you a break.

“Aw, butterfly, it’s my turn now,” you groan feeling another pair of hands grab your body. The man drags you off the bed and places you on the ground. “Hansen, help me.”

“I’m not your fucking sidekick,” Hansen grunts.

“I told you,” Levinson growls and points at you on the ground, “help me. I want to give her the best. My cum!”

“Fine, fine…” Hansen pushes a pillow under your head. He spreads your legs and presents your cum-leaking pussy to Levinson. “Satisfied?”

“Not yet,” Levinson steps toward your trembling body. He looks down at your naked form, smirking darkly as you stare up at him. The man is just like you, stark naked. “I hope you are ready for me, butterfly.”

You lick your lips, still tasting Barnes’ cum on your tongue. “Yeah…” you whimper and wait for his move.

“Good girl.”

Levinson grips his massive cock. He looks you in the eyes and starts stroking his cock. Moans leave this beautiful man’s lips as he stares at you. His grip tightens around his cock, and he fists himself faster.

Levinson has been on the edge since the moment his eyes landed on you. He wildly jerks his hips and imagines how your cunt will feel around his cock.

“Y/N,” he shouts your name and paints your body with his cum.

The moment his cream ends up on your skin, your body sizes up, and you cum untouched, whimpering as you don’t know what just happened.

“Guys, that was awesome,” Penelope coos. She smirks as the men she hired to spice the party up get dressed. “We all enjoyed your service.”

“Anytime, ma’am,” one of the callboys she paid to give your bridesmaids a good time says.

“I hope the bride got her money’s worth too,” Penelope giggles. “Five men giving her all she ever wanted. Phew…”

“Five men?” The callboy asks. “Ma’am. Every man you hired is within this room. We don’t know the others. We thought you hired someone else for the bride.”

“What?” Penelope stutters. “No. I only called you. I—I didn’t hire anyone else…”

You wake on a soft mattress. A silky nightgown covers your sore body. “Morning, sunshine,” Hansen greets you with a wink. He took the mask off, revealing the mustache you felt more than once against your clit last night. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Penelope outdid herself hiring you,” you grin. “You followed the script. I really enjoyed all of you and your service.”

You roll to your side to watch Barnes sip on his coffee. “You too, Barnes.”

“Bucky, doll,” he winks at you. “I think after I fucked all of your holes you can call me Bucky.”

“I hope Penelope paid you well. This was…phew…” you sit up to look around the room. You frown, as you are not at the bedroom of the house you rented for your bachelorette party. “Where are we?”

“Oh, that,” Nick Fowler laughs. “You see, we are not the callboys your little friend hired. We kind of hijacked your party to get back at your fiancé.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry, we got the script and the guys your friend hired to fuck you gave us all the information we needed.”

“I don’t understand,” you gape at Steve who steps inside the room. He holds the script you handed to Penelope before she hired the callboys in his hands.

“Your fiancé fucked with the wrong person, so we wanted to fuck him over but,” Ari laughs at your shocked expression. “Imagine our surprise when we found out that you wanted to fuck some callboys and send your fiancé the video.”

“He cheated on me,” you snap at Ari. “He never made me cum and dared to cheat on me. I wanted to fulfill my fantasies and get back at him at the same time!”

“I knew I liked her!” Lloyd exclaims. “See, we should do her a favor and send the tape to her now ex-fiancé. He’ll freak out, but she’s safe with us.”

“What?” You huff as the men start chatting about your fiancé, how you came on their cocks, and anything in between. “Guys, where are we?”

“We brought you somewhere safe,” Ari says and turns his attention back toward his coffee. “Don’t worry, butterfly. We like you, and will always make you cum. Just relax, lean back, and enjoy how we dismantle your ex…”

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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 27 days ago

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Death Is Not The Worst Option

Author's note: So @jaghatai-khock and I are collaborating on Ari the Son of the Phoenix, and Their two characters are White Scar Primaris Kai'Tan friend Their Chaos Iron Warrior Ordayus and their journeys are trying to survive. The two of them were friends before getting Split Apart. Thanks for letting me borrow your boys!

Summary: Ari wakes up, after a battle. He's not in The Sons of the Phoenix Apothecarium.

Warning: Dehumanization. Let me know if I need to tag anything else.

tagged: @sleepyfan-blog @c-u-c-koo-4-40k @i-am-a-dragon34 @ms--lobotomy @jaghatai-khock

tagged: @kit-williams @whorety-k @bleedingichorhearts @thevoidscreams @gra93fruit-blog

Tagged: @felinisnoctis @finchly-tintinnabulation @fangs-claws-paws

Ari woke up, that in itself is not an unusual occurrence, he remembers that he and his squad of battle brothers had been fighting against Heretics- Chaos Marines who were trying to take over a loyal planet of the Imperium. He and his brothers had been sent out to oust the Chaos Scum and send them back to the Warp.

He had been tending to one of his wounded cousins- this had been a joint venture between the Sons of the Phoenix and the White Scars- an injured Primaris Marine by the name of Kai. He'd gotten to know Kai over the course of the mission and had become fast friends and battle brothers with him.

He is able to see a fuzzy image of a First Born Space Marine- his hearts plummeting to his stomach as he sees the marks of Chaos and disgusting Warp-inflicted mutations upon the form of the grizzled veteran. The older Apothecary had an assistant with him as he hears the twisted, dual toned voices of the Chaos Traitor speak.

Last thing Ari could recall was tending to Kai and shooting at Chaos Traitors. There had been a glint of something and he had dragged his patient, Kai- and there was a flash of something. And then everything went dark. He frowns as he looks around the Apothecarium. He moves and realizes that he can barely move more than a centimeter or so before he's stopped in his movements by something.

He looks down and frowns as he sees that he's been stripped of his armor and tied down to a bed. He hears and spots movement out of the corner of his eyes and pretends to sleep as he hears someone coming closer and he opens his eyes just enough to see who or what it was, while feigning sleep.

The words the bastard says makes no sense.

"And this Primaris Marine- oh excellent, those are hard to catch, is fully virile, and physically intact enough to get the vaginoplasty surgery to make it more valuable and able to carry and sire neophytes." The Chaos Apothecary says, gesturing at him.

Ari snarls and lunges- and lets out a grunt of pain as the restraints zap him with electricity. The pain of it hurts, and his vision whites out a little bit. He makes sure to keep himself from biting off his own tongue as he refuses to give satisfaction to his bastard captors by letting out noises of pain.

What the fuck? He does not like the sound of that his eyes snapping open as he growls, "I will die before I become a traitor! Or allow you to do disgusting unwanted surgeries on me Chaos Traitor!"

"Oh, you don't have a choice, Boy." The Chaos Marine retorts, "You are awake earlier than expected. "interesting, usually for Sons of Dorn of your size you should be knocked out for few hours more... Then again I have heard that you Primaris Marines are Hybridized... with what I'll make sure to test."

After what seemed like an eternity, the electricity stops and the pain ends and he pants silently as he glowers up at the bastard Chaos Traitor. He spots Kai in one of the other beds nearby. Also awake and watching quietly for now.

"Well, you are freshly caught," The Chaos Marine tisks, "however, you will learn what we want out of you for behavior young one."

"Release me and my fellow Loyalists and your suffering will be short as we send you back to the Light of the God Emperor for judgement," Ari snarls back.

There is a strange almost tingling sensation in his back and suddenly he goes limp, he can barely control his eyes and breath, he tries to speak, but his body has gone limp without his command.

"We put spinal implants into newly captured Pets," The Chaos Apothecary says, "So that naughty little loyalists don't try to harm themselves or anyone else."

"Well, with our knowledge of Warp Magics and science," One of the other Thousand Sons Apothecaries says, "We can get the other one patched up easily enough."

He frowns, brows furrowing at the term Pet, or at least they would, if he had control of his body, what the fuck was that term meant? An insult, most likely.

The Thousand Son turns towards where Kai is. "Tch, I dislike the fact that the other one has sustained some damages."

"And take the cost out on who ever buys either one of the Primaris Marines." A Third voice, he's barely able to turn his head to look at whoever spoke and he'd gasp if he'd control of his body.

The person who spoke was a Loyalist- at least he looked like it, still a bastard traitor. With the look of contentment on his face. Ari tries to glare at the other space marine. A Space Wolf in Rune Priest grab, who are as far as he knows a mixture of Apothecary and Librarian. As Ari glares more at the supposed Loyalist who's tending to Kai, the Space wolf turns to the Chaos Traitors.

"Master Apothecary?" The Space wolf asks politely.

"Yes Pet?" The Apothecary asks.

"The damaged White Scars has a functional womb," The Space wolf says.

"Oh, that will up the price of the White Scar- as they won't need the surgery to turn them into a Carrier," The Thousand Sons muses. "And since he's a Scout- he's not got much in the way of scars, excellent."

The Space Wolf Apothecary comes over to check over Ari some more, "The young Apothecary Primaris Marine only has minimal scarring, and as stated, he's a prime candidate for getting the vaginoplasty. He's not got any injuries, so I can get him prepared for the surgery. Will he be given something to keep him unconscious during the surgery?"

"I think unconscious for the surgery," One of the Thousand Sons says after the Chaos bastard watches the way his eyes widen a little as the four minutes of going limp ends and he can control his body again. "Iron Warriors tend to have a thing for Sons of Dorn after all. This one will have a hard time once he's sold. Likely to an Iron Warrior of some kind or another."

"Son of Dorn, this one?" One of the others says with a doubtful look, "His eyes are blue- and purple. His hair is silver-blond. His skin is dark brown."

"Yeah? What of it?" One of the others say.

"Purple is usually Sons of Fulgrim and Lorgar," The second Apothecary points out.

"Silver Blond is several of the primarchs, Dorn and Fulgrim included," The First Apothecary says with a shrug, "And they are noted as Sons of Dorn."

Ari gets knocked out with an injection. He wakes up an... unknown amount of time later and he feels a throbbing agony in his nether region and knows that he's had the vaginoplasty surgery. He still, to his surprise, has a cock, but he now has ... extra bits. Unwanted bits.

The next two weeks are... hazy and filled with pain. Kai's allowed to be near him. And the White Scar has bitten more than a few attendants when they try to touch Ari while he's wounded. They are both soundly scolded for being "naughty, feral little shits."

Kai will bite and attack, not just the Chaos Fuckers, but the pathetic so called Loyalist Pets for going after his wounded battle cousin. Ari he keeps carefully shoved in the back of their shared cell as he growls at the bastards that comes near them.

One of the rare times that they manage to separate the pair of Primaris Marines. The Wrathful and enraged Roar and how the White Scar Primaris, despite the collar which zaps and forces his body to go limp if he's too exuberant managed to break out of the cell- breaking the bars with his bare hands and charged into the room where Ari- who had his teeth locked around the wrist of one of the Loyalist Pets.

There was a warning label slapped on their shared cell.

Warning: Do not, under any circumstances, Separate. Bonded Pair.

There are several warning and complaints in both of their files, however Kai has the notes in his file as being the feistier and verbal of the pair of them. The Primaris Scout Primaris White Scar is chomping at the bit. He wants to be free- he wants to escape. He wants Ari to escape with him.

He wants to get his armor- and avenge himself and the indignities that he and Ari have had to suffer and endure at the hands of the Chaos Marines. It takes two weeks for Ari to heal from the surgery that has added more organs and potential health risks and complications.

Ari and Kai tend to curl around each other like a pair of skittish, affectionate cats. Some of the Thousand Sons patronizingly cooing at the pair of them, how cute they were cuddled together. To which they'd snarl and try to lash out and bite and strike at their captors. Despite their bodies going limp and getting zapped in punishment. With the bastards flinching back for a moment, it was worth it.

"How can you be so pathetic?" Kai asks one of the Loyalist pets. "Why won't you help us escape?"

"You Scouts will learn," The Loyalist says with a sigh, "it will be better, to give in. Less pain, less suffering if you just do what they want. If you obey, if you submit. Things will go better."

"Never!" Both Primaris Marines say in righteous rage. "Why won't you help us escape?"

"Because, we are on a ship in the eye of Terror, there is no where to go to, no where to escape." The older Loyalist first born says with a tired sigh. "You will both be taken to the Market soon."

"... What Market?" Kai asks, no demands of the Loyalist.

"Well," The Loyalist says, "The Market where they sell Loyalist, Renegades, and other Sentient beings to be sold to Chaos Masters, pray that you get sold together, and also that it's to a Chaos Marine. And not to a Dark Eldar, or something worse."

"We want to escape not be sold to some Chaos Bastard," Kai snarls and glares at the so-called Loyalist.

"... You likely will be unable to, young one," The First Born says with a tired sigh, "You will learn. Or die. Or something far, far worse will happen to you."

Kai growls and Ari frowns at the First Born, who Ari pities a little bit for being so broken by the Chaos Marines, to be so obedient. Astartes feel no fear. The God Emperor made them so.

"Is the Market on a planet or a ship?" Ari asks.

"It depends," The Loyalist says, "Sometimes its a neutral ship, sometimes its a planet."

Ari and Kai give each other a look. If they can, they are going to try and escape during the Market and steal a ship to escape back to the Imperium. The older loyalist sees the expressions on their faces and sighs again.

"The security for the Market is very strict, and they will be on the lookout for Pets trying to escape being sold, or trained Pets from escaping their Master." The First Born Pet Loyalist warns, "And the punishments for getting caught, are... very harsh and public."

"They'd have to catch us," Kai says, "We Primaris are much faster than you slow old First Borns."

"The collars will stop you from being able to escape, young ones," The Older Marine says with a sigh.

It breaks his hearts to see some of the newest of Pets show up. They are always so rowdy and so upset with their situation and what's going on. To see their fire and fight drain and fade, the spark of light die. It hurts to watch as they turn from proud Space Marines, to submissive, obedient Pets. It stings his hearts, and certain memories that are long faded come back and nightmares to resurface that haunts him.

Ari and Kai wake up from an enforced sleep, they had been drugged and they heard one of the Thousand sons talking to someone. And the pair of groggy Primaris marines curl around each other and watch the place. They are somewhere new- a Market. it's kind of loud and they can see all sorts of Chaos Marines, and other creatures.

And rows and rows of cells with baselines humans, other astartes, and other sentient xenos species kept in cages with potential buyers and their captors, who are selling them.

"And you say that the Bonded Pair are both Primaris Marines and Feisty?" an Iron Warrior- who's an ugly bastard with some Chaos mutations on his form.

"Yes War Smith Ordayus." The Thousand son says, "One is an Son of Dorn, the other is a Son of Jaghatai."

"... Son of Dorn and a Son of the War Hawk huh?' the Iron Warrior says a dark gleam appearing on his face, "I want to have strong Neophytes."

"It's best if you buy both of them War Smith," The Thousand Son insists.

"Oh, why?" War Smith Ordayus asks.

"They are a Bonded Pair- and the amount of Warp-hells they cause when they are separated is just not worth it." The Warp Sorcerers grumbles.

"How much for them, then?" War Smith Ordayus asks.

"Well they are both fully fertile Primaris Marines," The Thousand says, "And both are from rarer to catch Chapters."

Kai and Ari ignore the haggling the pair of Chaos Traitors do. It's insulting, it's upsetting. Slowly Kai and Ari untangle themselves from each other while the pair of Chaos Traitors are distracted by each other and the sale. Ari blocks their view of Kai as the White Scar tries to pry open the bars of their cage. There is a familiar sound of electricity and a groan.

"You are correct, stubborn and feisty," The Iron Warrior chuckles, "Bold and daring too, in order to try and break out of the cage, while two Chaos Marines are so close. And their little friend blocking our eyesight to block us from seeing it. Cute. Clever, and so stupid."

"They are both Scout-Aged," The Thousand Son says, "So they will be able to breed and carry for many years, so long as you take care of them."

#oc: Ari #Primaris Marine #Loyalist Space marine #Chaos Marine #First Born Traitor Marine #Iron Warriors #Captured Alive is Worse AU #Pet!Au #dehumanization #Pet AU #OCs #non consensual surgery #The Market AU #oc: Kai #oc: Ordayus

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