#space marine husbandry sentience

[thememestrider]

Inspired by @solspina and their wonderful Dante fics- sis thank you for giving our beautiful depressed angel man the love he deserves, and I hope my fic will be worthy of adding to the library.

"Let Me Take Care of You" - Dante x Reader

Sypnosis: Dante is reeling from wounds he sustained during the Devastation of Baal, both physical and psychological. Thankfully, though, you are there to help pick up the pieces.

Author's Note: I've decided to make the reader a perpetual because I hc that Dante would struggle to fall in love with someone he knew he would outlive (poor man has been thru so much) has no real bearing over the plot of the fic, but thought it was worth noting.

Content Warnings: Angst, reverse hurt/comfort, pre-established relationship, general 40k-ness, descriptions of blood and wounds, lore inaccuracies, Dante is a very tired and traumatised boi, reader is G/N but I wrote them as a female in my mind, I wrote this at midnight while on a plane, so this isn't edited or proofread XD

Across his hundreds of centuries of service, Dante has become many things. To his brothers, he is their stalwart leader; to the people of the Imperium, he is a legend; to the enemies of humanity, he is an angel of death. But to you, he is none of these things. To you, he is your husband. Your beloved. The man you hold most close to your heart. That means that, when he leaves for a mission, where others anticipate victory, you worry for his safety. And, when he finally returns home, you rush to him, not to congratulate him on his victory, but to study him for injury or distress. More often than not, you will find nothing.

Tonight is different.

You're in bed when he arrives, quietly reading a book borrowed from his library. The door slides open with a hiss, and you look up to see your husband standing in the doorway of your shared quarters. His hair falls over his shoulders in thick curtains of black and silver and he's dressed in a red robe that's sinched at his waist. It accentuates the sculpt of his chest and shoulders beautifully, but that is not what draws your eye. Rather, it is the darkness under his soft, hazel eyes, and the way he is hunched slightly over his left side. Without looking away, you shut your book with a snap.

"You're hurt," you say.

Dante smiles tiredly. "It's nothing, my love," he says. Closing the door behind him, he starts towards the bed. Before he reaches it, though, you throw of the covers, climb out of bed, and meet him half way. You kiss him lightly on the lips in greeting, snaking your arms around his waist as you do. "It doesn't look like nothing," you say into his shoulder. "You going to tell me what happened?" As you embrace him, an involuntary sigh escapes Dante's lips. You feel him lean into you, as if all of a sudden, he could not stand without you holding him up. Despite your lingering concern, it makes you smile. You squeeze him a little tighter.

Suddenly Dante's sigh becomes a grimace.

You pull away, throat tightening as your worry returns with a vengeance. "I knew it," you whisper.

"Sweetheart, it's nothing" Dante says again. "I promise, I-"

He winces again, face turning pale. Suddenly he's unsteady on his feet and staggers forwards. You manage to catch him just in time. "Easy, easy. I've got you." A white lie; all that muscle and cybernetic enhancement of his makes Dante unbearably heavy. Already, your entire upper body is shaking trying to keep him upright. Of course, you don't tell him that. Nor to you allow him to see it.

"I'm sorry," Dante says. He sounds breathless. "I... I'm just fatigued, is all."

"No point lying to me now," you murmur. "Come on. Bed. Now."

Dante makes a sound of exasperation, but he doesn't resist. Carefully, you guide him towards your bed, easing him down to sit on its edge. The frame creaks under his weight. Dante winces again as he sits down. One of his hands shoots up to clutch the left side of his chest.

Crouching before him, you touch his cheek with your palm. "Will you let me see?"

Dante doesn't answer right away. For a moment, you're afraid he's about to argue with you. But either he's in too much pain to bother, or he sees the defiance in your eyes and realises it would be futile.

"Left pectoral," he croaks. "Just below my primary heart."

Your own heart falters. That's the same place he had been wounded during the Devastation of Baal- where a tyranid Swarm Lord had sliced him open and left him for dead. With a feather-light touch, you peel open Dante's robe. Slipping it off his shoulders to expose his bare chest.

His muscles are tense, the hollows of his collar bones deepening as he clenches his jaw. It's as you suspected- the gash carved into him by the Swarm Lord has ruptured. The skin around the wound is angry and inflamed. Blood trickles over his chest and down his stomach in thin streams.

Dante sees the look on your face and attempts a smile. "I must've reopened it while in combat," he says. "But I swear, it isn't as bad as it looks."

You give him an unamused look. "No," you answer. "No, I think it's worse."

Dante opens his mouth to retort, but you cut him off. "Don't move. I'll be back in a second." You get to your feet and hurry to the ensuite, gathering up the first aid kit you have reserved for situations such as this. When you return, your husband is leaned forwards and breathing hard. His skin is now the colour of a corpse.

Anxiety climbs up your throat at the sight of him like this, but you swallow it with a gulp. Now is not the time for worry anymore; you have a job to do.

You crouch in front of Dante again and set the first aid kit down beside you. Gently, you bring your hands to his face. "Luis," you whisper. "Luis, look at me."

He lifts his head. His expression is a mix of pain and shame. "I'm alright," he says softly. "Really. I just-" he grimaces. "-I just need a moment."

You struggle to keep your eyes from watering. It breaks your heart to see him like this. You know Dante struggles with the weight of responsibility: as a chapter master, as a lord regent, as a living legend of the Imperium. All these duties- all of which enough to break most men on their own- have no room for weakness or weariness. And the fact that Dante holds himself to a standard nigh impossible to achieve, even for him, only adds to the already crushing weight he has carried for over one thousand years. Carried for so long, he sometimes forgets that when he's with you, he can shed that weight for a time.

Stroking his cheeks with your thumbs, you lean in close until your foreheads kiss. Despite his earlier insistances, Dante melts at the touch. His shoulders sag. The muscles of his chest release. After a moment, he even closes his eyes.

"This wound is old," he suddenly says. "It should have healed weeks ago."

You raise you head so you can meet his gaze. "You haven't given it the chance to; the second you were awake, you were back in the field. You should've been bed ridden for weeks. Throne, you should be bed ridden now."

Dante averts his eyes. "I couldn't." His voice is little more than a murmur. "I can't."

Still cupping his cheeks in both hands, you plant a long, loving kiss on his lips. When you pull away, you say, "You're tired, Luis. You're hurt. And you can't do your job when you're either, let alone both. I know you hate to admit it, but it's the truth."

Dante doesn't reply. His eyes remain firmly on the floor.

"Luis, please look at me." You use his given name rather than that favoured by everyone else. To remind him that you aren't everyone else. That the mask of strength and infallibility he puts on for the rest of the galaxy can come off when he's with you.

Eventually, your husband lifts his gaze. The expression you find there makes you want to drag him into your arms and hold him there forever. It also makes you resent the Imperium and the galaxy as a whole for causing him this much hurt. Fearing you might cry if you didn't, you kiss him again. Longer and more deeply than any time before. Dante returns the kiss in kind, using his free hand to gently grasp your chin and keep you close. You breathe in his scent, feel him do the same. He's the first to pull away, but it's only because another, involuntary grimace suddenly grips him.

"You need to rest now, Luis," you say once he recovers. "You need to rest and you need to heal. Let me take care of you. You deserve it. By the Emperor, if anyone in the world deserves it, it's you."

Dante looks at you with so much affection and gratitude, it makes your heart stammer. Tilting his head, he leans into your palms and closes his eyes again. "I don't know how I managed for so long without you," he whispers.

You plant a kiss on his forehead. "You'll never have to again," you promise.

Eyes still closed, he only nods.

Slowly, as if afraid you might wake him, you reach for the first aid kit and extract a needle, sutures and anti-septic spray. "Right, let's get you stitched up, then. You've bled all over our bed enough already, I think."

Dante huffs out a single, smirking laugh. "Please, my love. Don't kick me while I'm down."

You smile. It falters slightly as you raise your impliments. "Okay, my love. Brace yourself; this might sting a little."

Dante opens one eye. "Trust me," he says ruefully. "It can't hurt anymore than it already does."

A/N: I didn't really know how to end it properly, so sorry if it feels a bit abrupt.

[ali-manar3]

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[rufus-made-flesh]

Space marine 2 has shown me there is alot of hot people in the grim far future

[crackshipsart]

@yousif9999

Spanish: ojala tengan mas popularidad, como paso con Doomslayer y ese perrito (olvide su nombre). pero bueno. un usuario me pidio que los dibujara y me parecio lindo, nunca he jugado Warhammer/Space marines por si hay errores en el dibujo.

English: i hope they have more popularity, like Doomslayer and that doggy (i forgot his name). but well. a user asked me to draw them and I thought it was cute, I've never played Warhammer/Space marines in case there are mistakes in the drawing.

[littledarknesgold]

A Brief Respite

Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive, Possessive, Possessive behaviour, Mention of blood, Mention of killing an animal

(Tired of all this sushi and hype around the Astartes, the man actively rejects the idea of connecting with the Space Marine who begins to hang around near their home)

You wake up again to rustling and scurrying sounds outside, it seems that even the fact that you bought a house in the wilderness did not help you escape from being stopped from being disturbed, but at least you were able to escape from something else, from this maddening fanaticism for these damn Astartes. Space Marines. Or whatever they are called? In short, from these creatures.

They came out of nowhere, speak an incomprehensible language, do whatever they want and most importantly, everyone is delighted with them (not everyone, but most people), even your shitty friends, in whom you thought you would find common sense, one after another got hooked on this shit.

You feel sick from this, you want to take a double-barreled shotgun and shoot yourself, but this is not the first time the world has gone crazy, right?

New rustling sounds outside force you to get out of bed and, throwing open the window, shout, "Get out, you garbage rat!"

For a while the sounds stop and with a feeling of deep satisfaction you wait back in bed, already closing your eyes you jump from the sound of broken glass.

Something flew through the window and slammed against the wall, falling to the floor, leaving a dark stain of blood on the wall.

You couldn't fall asleep until the morning. Only in the morning, in the light of the merciful sun, you saw a 'gift' (or a threat?) - a dead rat, or rather what was left of it after hitting the wall.

With disgust and revulsion, you threw the rat into the trash, washing the blood stain off the wall all day. You had heard enough about the manhunters among the Astartes, so the next night you slept fitfully, hugging your gun.

However, it was of little help when a huge shadow broke into your house.

[frost-fells-ramblings]

Thank you!

Ephrael is the silly kind of stubborn; he always knows Incaro is right in the end 😂

Sandcastle Masterclass

I had three papers due last week… need I say more? Nevertheless, here’s part two of my last post; I'm sorry it took so long to get here 😭.

Special congrats to Ephrael, you finally touched grass (unlike me)!

Previous --   Next

TW: Mentions of a previous death

BOLD = Gothic

BOLD ITALISCISED = Baalfloran

Summary: Ephrael finds his bonded at the park. She teaches him the art of building sandcastles.

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Ephrael stifles a cough as he strolls through the park. The late spring breeze rustles the leaves of trees, shaking off the last petals of Terran spring. The sun's warm rays lift a light layer of humidity off of the grass, signaling summer’s inevitable approach. By all accounts, it is a beautiful day. He casts his gaze lazily around, passively observing everyone who’s out and about today. Ephrael nods to a few marines that he recognizes and dodges the occasional dog or child that runs across his path. The longer he wanders, the more he feels himself relax; even with the itching pain in his chest. 

“Ephail!”

His ears prick up at the sound of Jade’s voice, his body whipping around immediately as his hearts swell with hope that his bonded may be with her once again. Ephrael comes around to see Jade running hand-in-hand with Kaia towards him, waving as enthusiastically as she can the whole way. His soul frantically tears at his mind and hearts in a disorienting frenzy, begging with him to fix his fraying bond; but despite his inner turmoil, he manages to hold himself steady. 

Both girls stop just short of him with big smiles, panting heavily from their short sprint. Ephrael drops down to one knee, greeting them with a small smile, “Hello again, little ones. Are you out here having fun again?”

Kaia nods enthusiastically, and Jade echoes chatters alongside her, “We’re building sandcastles!”

“Oh? Now that does sound like a good time.”

Kaia fiddles with her shirt slightly, then gives him a hopeful, doe-eyed look, “Do you want to come see them?”

Ephrael feels his hearts seize at her adorable expression, and a small smile creeps onto his face, “I would love to.”

As he stands to follow them, he locks eyes with a woman sprinting to meet them. He clocks the similarities between her and Jade almost immediately, from the similar facial structure down to her braided, dirty blonde hair. She comes to a halt in front of them, huffing air as she gives the trio an exasperated sweep of her gaze, “I am so sorry if they’re disturbing you, sir. They’ve been excited about Astartes all week, but I didn’t expect them to go running up to one so suddenly.”

“Momma! This is Ephail,” Jade exclaims, bouncing up and down as she points up at him.

“Ephrael,” he gently corrects, disguising it as an introduction to Jade’s mother with a slight bow of his head.

“Ephrael?” Jade’s mother stares at him bewildered for a second, then lets out a laugh. “You’re ‘Ephail’? I thought the girls had just been exaggerating about some random dad they met!” She holds out a hand to him, “I’m Mable; Jade’s mother.”

He gingerly takes her hand and gives it a small shake, “It is nice to meet you.”

“Can we show you our sandcastles now?” Jade tugs on his hand insistently.

“Oh,” Mable shakes her head, “Let’s not take up his time, sweetheart. I’m sure he’s busy.”

“It is alright,” Ephrael quickly interjects, “I have already agreed to. I came out here to take a break from my work, so they are not interrupting me in any way.”

“Yay!” Jade throws her arms up in triumph and charges back to the sandbox. He feels a gentle tug on his fingers, and glances down to see Kaia smiling up at him. She starts tugging him along with a giggle, leaving Mable to trail behind them.

The girls happily make their way back to the sandbox with Ephrael in tow, each taking a seat on the sand within. Jade pats a spot in between them, “You can sit here!”

“I am a bit too big to sit there,” he shakes his head, “but I can sit just outside of the box.”

Ephrael takes his place between them on the outskirts of the sandbox, watching intently as they show him their creations. He couldn’t exactly call them sandcastles, more like mounds of sand by the way they have collapsed coming out of their molds. Small twigs and leaves are dotted throughout the misshapen structures, marking flags at the tips of “towers”.

Eventually, he interrupts the girl’s showcase, “Have you tried getting the sand wet? It will make the sand stick together, and your castles might come out of the molds better.”

Jade and Kaia share a look for a moment, before the former jumps from her seat with a spray of sand, “I'll fill the bucket!”

As Jade scurries off to the water fountain with the pail, Kaia tugs once again on Ephrael, “Do you want to make a sand castle too?”

He hums, thinking for a moment. If Raphine happened to see this, he and Sevram would coo at him incessantly for weeks. “I think I will simply watch.”

“Oh…” Kaia looks down and away with a frown.

Ephrael feels his hearts recoil at her reaction as sudden guilt burns through him, welding him in place. Relentless scouts be damned, he would not be a source of sadness or disappointment for his bonded. “I… said no because I do not know how to build a sandcastle, I have never made one before… Would you like to show me how so I can make one on my own next time?” This was not entirely a lie, though that was mostly because the deserts of Baal weren't exactly sandcastle making friendly.

Whatever the case, Kaia perks up immediately at his offer. She smiles wide at him, “ I can show you how!”

With the most energy he's seen from the girl yet, she begins intricately detailing the two steps it takes to make a sand castle. Apparently, there are rules to this process, molds to pick, and most importantly, “pretty” decorations to place on top. Far more than just, “put sand in a mold, then take it out.”

Kaia has him hold his molds as she fills them with sand and water, then helps choose where to place them. Before he can unmold them, however, she stops him. Handing him a small shovel, she says, “You have to tap the tops; for good luck!”

“Good luck?” Ephrael quirks his brow at her.

“Good luck that they’ll come out right,” she smiles.

Ephrael takes the comically small plastic shovel with his gauntleted hand, and gives one of the molds a light tap. Kaia protests once again, “No, you have to tap them more.”

Her small hands take his, not even big enough to wrap around two of his fingers, and starts guiding him through tapping each mold. He suddenly becomes aware of Mable snickering close by, catching her recording the whole exchange. Hopefully, that doesn't make it onto the internet. The base cannot know.

The three of them finish their castles, followed by much celebration from the girls. The construction of the castle could make an Imperial Fist proud, and their subsequent destruction by the hands of their tiny makers could bring a seasoned Iron Warrior Siegemaster to tears.

“Jade, Kaia, would you two like some snacks? I have them ready for you,” Mable says as she points back to the bench. Both girls immediately halt their celebrations, trotting happily over to the prepared juice boxes and oranges laid out for them.

Ephrael instinctually moves to follow them, but Mable motions for him to stop, “Ephrael, can I ask you something important really quick?”

He nods at her, bidding her to continue. “I was just wondering,” she looks back at the girls, “Kaia and Jade… You’ve been quite kind to them from what they’ve already told me; even going so far as letting them pull you away to play today. And Kaia, I haven't seen her smile the way she has today, or the way she did when she told me about you last week, in almost a year. I apologize if this is rude to ask at the moment, but is she your bonded?”

He eyes her cautiously for a moment, caught off guard by the mix of emotions behind her eyes and inquiry, but eventually nods in response. “I am Kaia’s bonded. I found out last week while I was helping her.”

Mable nods slowly, then goes over to the bench to retrieve a pen and paper from her purse. She quickly begins to scribble down notes. “These are the days the girls come to the park. Either my husband, Kaia’s mother, or I will be with them; so you won't have to worry about constantly reintroducing yourself to babysitters-”

“Wait.”

Mable stops and looks up at him expectantly. He continues, “Why? I would not be surprised if you were Kaia’s mother; but you are her friend’s mother. Why are you so invested in this?”

She glances back at the girls, checking to be sure they’re not close enough to hear her, “I have been friends with Malia, her mother, for a long time. She lost her husband, Kaia's father, last year. His death has devastated both of them, and unfortunately, it has made Kaia extremely withdrawn. My family and I have been doing our best to be there for them, but you have made more progress with Kaia in a week than we have in months.”

Mable’s brow knits with determination and absolute certainty, “I would do anything for that girl, as I'm sure you would. So, if you lift her spirits just by being around, I will make it as easy as possible for you to find one another.”

Ephrael nods slowly, “I understand.”

“I can even tell her mom for you, if you'd like. She'll probably want to make a proper introduction.”

“I appreciate it, but there is no need for you to do that for me.”

“It's okay, it's really no trouble at all,” Mable smiles at him, handing him the slip of paper with dates.

Ephrael stares down at the paper for a moment, conflict once again bubbling up inside him. Incaro’s words sit at the back of his mind as he memorizes the schedule. “Let her know I will be here again when it is her turn to bring the girls to the park.”

“Will do!”

Ephrael shifts his gaze from Mable to the girls. Maybe his brother is right; maybe he can allow himself this one happiness.

[felinisnoctis]

Hey if the new primaris marines have chimeric gene seed does that mean I can have a blood angel/night lord hybrid? Because if I get all my space gothic vampire fantasies in one neat little package I might go a bit feral.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: A very lecherous gift for you authors and readers.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You have been tricked into believing one of your bonded’s needed your help, and they do, but it turns out it was much more. Way much more.

𝕬𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: Hura, Darsas & Blasius are bonded to the reader only for this despicable story. This is not canon.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams(It is almost exhausting to wright for 4 characters. How did you do your lovely Raven bois?), @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐂’𝐬: Hura by @/gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan & Darsas by @/sleepyfan-blog.

TW // Smut, Foursome, Breeding, Boobies, Marking, Overstimulation, Tentacles.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

Oh, how you should have known better than to trust one of your fellow friends that had called for you. Telling you that one of your lovers, mates, spouses, bonded has not been feeling well. Especially Hura, an Astartes of great strength and mystery to him as well as an Apothecary: A Astartes skilled in medicine.

So, the Astartes medic should have been alright, right? Though, by being a loving spouse. You choose to be ignorant of how your friend said those warning words to you. All full of snarkiness and hidden amusement, and yet… You continued on to see how your lover was doing, checking up on him. Fearing no one would help him despite being a well known Astartes.

Oh, how you should have known from the start.

“Hura!” You cry, arching your back into the bed as the Apothecary has his hand positioned lightly on the back of your head, pushing you down and keeping you pinned into his mattress. His huffing, hot breaths painting across that back of your neck as you can feel how his cock twitched inside of you, spilling his warm seed deep into your womb. His lips then nibbling; biting at the back of your neck.

“So sweet, little mouse.” Hura purrs down at you, gently into your ear. Sending a shiver down your spine. His form thrusting a few times when you do, gaining that little bit of extra friction while he groans. Pumping more of his seed into you. “Coming to my aid.”

“Perhaps, I shall call for you more often?” The Death Guard Apothecary thinks to himself. His breath tickling your neck as he started up again, slowly thrusting in and out of your marked walls. Your body completely melting underneath him as you bite into the sheets, muffly moaning into them. Not really expecting him to go at it again after a round or two, maybe more? “You seem so willing, so pretty…”

Hura doesn’t seem that he is quite done with you. Not at all actually… He can finally breed you with almost reckless abandon while you were just trying to help him with his situation after all. Walking into him at the wrong time. A time where most would prioritize this certain situation and should take a leave for it.

Admitly, you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into at first, but with a couple well played coos, praises and soft words towards you. You eventually inch closer to him, and he had you right where he wanted you. Nude and willing to provide relief for him.

The Apothecary can feel you withering underneath him, moaning and crying out for him, biting into the sheets below you. Pleasured tears running from your eyes as you didn’t expect such intense of an intercourse from a gentle Apothecary like Hura himself. It was not many times he would be so sexually driven to the point where he was rough and deep like he were to… like he was trying to breed you. Yet here he was, going at you once more, again and again. Driving your mind numb with your only thoughts about being him and only him.

Oh, such a sweet thing you are. You should know their breeding times. He has taught you all this before. Some have these… primal, sexual desires; the need to breed while others were more… normal as they can be. Telling you how overwhelming it can be for a baseline human like you. How most do not stop until they are satisfied with how well they stuff you with their mark, their kin and Hura the Apothecary was no exception to these delicious whims.

Soon as you entered through the doors of his quarters he doesn’t hesitate to lure you over. Cooing and talking to you softly, getting you ever closer to him before he snags you. Bringing you into a very intoxicating kiss. A kiss that has you buckling your knees and falling right into his hands. If you were to refuse the kiss, (which you didn’t.) He would have let you go, let himself suffer the primal drive of an aching cock. Though, he could always ask the other bonds to see if they can provide him the relief he craves for…

He groans again, pressing himself up against you more, squishing you lightly into his sheets. His own armored chest pressing gently up against your back, completely covering you in him: his scent, his mark, his body. Enjoying how well you taste on his rotting tongue as he continually nibbles and kitten licks all over your skin, pleasing his senses well.

“You are like the nectar out of the Garden of Decay.” He rumbles, his chest vibrating through his armor. His tongue giving you a lick at the back of your neck before returning to his mouth, savoring your taste with a hum. His nose coming in to nuzzle into the side of your neck, inhaling your scent. Comforting him that you wouldn’t leave him any time soon. That you would be stuck with him until he is finished with you.

“Rightfully sweet and savory.” He mumbles, purring into your skin. Shifting a bit against your back so you cannot wiggle without him allowing you to do so. One of his hands grasping at your hips while the other holds him from absolutely squishing you beneath his armor and weight. “I wonder if you taste just as good from the inside just as you do out?”

He knows the answer to that one, but he can’t help question it over and over again, like he almost forgets your taste, and by Nurgle he will swear that he won’t. It’s why he has to come back for more. To feel you move and rut into his face while his tongue explores the depths of your baseline anatomy. Drinking up anything your body can give him.

His body shivers as he climaxes again, nuzzling into you more. His hand on your hip keeping you in place as he can feel you shiver and whine; whimpering into the sheets. His cock twitching and stilling all the way inside of you, keeping you full of him.

Tucking his head into your neck. He snuggles on top of you all while keeping track of how much you can take from him. If you need any water or snacks for him to provide you with… your more fragile body. Listening to your stuttering breaths and slobbering moans you voice through his sheets as he purrs lightly at you, comforting you.

“You are doing so well for me, little mouse.” He praises, raising up a little from your body to look down at you properly on his bed. Keenly observing how your body was pinned tightly beneath him and how you were shaking slightly. His Apothecary side coming out just a bit. “Do you need any water, any food? Would you like to continue?”

“N-no, just want you.” It takes you a moment to respond considering his cock was still inside of you practically cockwarming you, and he had just railed you like… three times or more? “Always want you.”

“Oh, such sweet words my little mouse.” He can’t help but purr down at you. Placing his gauntlets on your ass and giving it a little squeeze. “Don’t let Blasius hear you say that.”

“Don’t let Blasius hear what?” Another, masculine voice comes out of nowhere. A figure of armor walking into the room and closing the door behind them. Restricting access to those who were not permitted in Huras quarters.

“Ah, Darsas…” The Apothecary coos at him, not at all bothered by his sudden appearance. In fact, it pleases him more to know that his other bond was doing okay. “How are you?”

“I knew I felt something… primal going on here.” Darsas comments, either ignoring Huras question or too enraptured with that was going on in this room. His form kneeling down on the side of the bed; next to you. His gauntlet coming up to gently pat you on the head.

“Should have told me you were in your season, Hura. I would have also provided you.” Darsas states to him, looking up to the Apothecary while still patting your head. “I know how you are during your time of… need.”

“I would have summoned you, but it seems little mouse had wanted to aid me…” Hura responds, gently squeezing your ass again. Thrusting a little bit inside of you. Hearing you whine out and push up against Darsas gauntlet on your head.

“Is that so?” The Psyker hums, looking down at you. Inching a bit closer so he can caress your head, going from your scalp to your jawline; gently hooking your chin with his armored finger, making you look up at him. His dark brown, almost black eyes taking in your hazy, blissed out ones from beneath his helmet.

A tiny crack sounds out from Darsas while his helmet spits where his mouth would be. Not splitting up into different sections of a mouth, simply just like taking off a piece of his helmet. Showing his mouth littered with needle sharp teeth, and a long tongue escaping his mouth, rolling like a snake before slowly drags it up your cheek, tasting you. His saliva staining your skin with his smell.

“Such a sweet little mouse, isn’t she?” Hura asks Dursas, gently massaging your ass as he thrusts slowly inside of you. Groaning a bit as he can feel you tighten around him.

“Hmmm, very sweet.” Darsas agrees with a hum, moving his tongue along your face. Going from your cheek, jawline, chin then your lips. Prodding at them, asking you to open up. Purring at you when you do. His tongue evading your mouth, taking it over. Swirling around your own, trapping it. His saliva mixing with yours, and it is a bit more thicker and hotter.

You try and recuperate with them, but it hard when you have a medic in his cycle behind you that has railed you multiple times already, and you can’t remember how many times. Then, you have the Psyker in front of you, making your mouth his. Tasting you for all your worth, making sure not to leave anything untouched.

“Darsas…” You manage to moan out, muffled by his tongue. Your shaky hands coming up to grasp tightly at his helmet. Unsure if you wanted to push them both away because of their intensity or not… They were being so soft with you, going slow and letting you recover before starting up again. It was almost like they had found an infinite cycle to fuck you at a rewarding pace.

“Yes, little flower?” He purrs, pulling his tongue out of your mouth and licking the excess saliva from your lips, making sure you stay clean. Knowing how Hura can be…

“I— hah! Fuck…” You curse and shiver, grasping onto his helmet more harshly, tucking him into the top of your chest. Another wave of bliss over coming over you while your body shivers and melts into him. A thick warm feeling going through your nerves and womb as Hura coos down at you. Leaning over again to nip at your shoulders.

“Pretty little mouse.” The Apothecary praises in your ear, giving you a couple more thrusts, making you rock into Darsas as the Psyker rumbles lightly at you. His gauntlets gently coming up to rest on the sides of your torso, liking the feeling of your naked breasts being pressed up against his helmet. “So helpful, so tasteful, all ours…”

Darsas purrs into your chest. Once again agreeing with Hura, shaking his head a little bit. His tongue coming back out to slot right between your breasts, lapping at you slowly and curling around the curves of your chest. His gauntlets squeezing your sides lightly as he can feel your breath stutter at his sudden actions to feast on you.

The Apothecary breeding you chuckles, leaning back up to trace the spine of your back. Pressing his armored fingers gently into your back, up and down. Watching how you keen into his touch, very sensitive to both of them. He wonders how much longer you can take before you need to take a very needed, and rewarding break; in other means, grateful aftercare.

Hura attention snaps up to Darsas as the Psyker suddenly whines. His Apothecary senses going wild that something may have happened when he released that Blasius had somehow came into his room. The more… animalistic Death guard pulling Darsas back gently from their little mouses’ chest, rumbling deeply down at him, giving the Psyker a gentle nuzzle to the side of his helmet.

How did Hura not notice the other Death Guard, his other bond come in? He was sure he would have noticed him, but he supposes not. The cycles does tend to make some oblivious to their surroundings, but very aware of the bonds.

Either way, he is strangely happy that he had all his bonds around him. A content purr coming out of him as he watches the two other Death Guards nuzzle on one another. Though, he not one to leave out his little mouse. His gauntlet coming down to grasp at her waist and pull her back into him.

She gives him a little whine at the sudden movement. Her hands coming to grasp back at him. Nuzzling into his vambrace when he wraps his arms around her front, keeping her up against him as he was still inside of her walls, cockwarming her. His nose nuzzling the top of her head before kissing her neck.

“Look what you have done, little mouse.” Hura coos into her ear, making her shiver on his cock. His gauntlets slowly tracing her front up and down. “Made us all eager.”

“Can you go one more round, little mouse? Hmmm?” He asks, still aware that you were just a human. He didn’t want t break you, and that would leave a heavy mark on him if he did. He was an Apothecary, not so much of a killer… unless he had to be.

You not sure if you could go another around. Sure, you loved the sex, but it can go on for too long and put a strain on your body. Plus, you know better to but upfront with all your Death Guard’s. Especially, with Hura. No one ever plays with the medic unless he wants to himself.

“I-I’m not sure.” You stammer tiredly, but still buzzing with almost numb pleasure while you glance at Blasius and Drasas. Both of them getting into a bit of a power struggle with their tentacles. Trying to see who would fold first, and with Blasius having more tentacles than Drasas… it is an unfortunate advantage for Blasius as he uses them to wrap around Drasas own and under the poor Psyker armor. A surprised sound coming out of Drasas then a heavy gasp when Blasius uses everything in his advantage to dominate. One of other tentacles coming out to go under Darsas helmet and drag along where his hair would be. Knowing just what makes any of his bonds, partners tick.

If he wants to breed, he’ll make it happen with all the best advances. Using everything out of a book or a… specialist is such matters. Though, the whole room is a bit lucky Blasius is not in such a mood, not they wouldn’t finding it rather exciting…

“That’s alright, little mouse.” Hura hums into her ear, nuzzling just right below her earlobe. Glad that she wasn’t going to try and push herself, even with him in such a… “horny” state. Learning such a word from a peculiar Emperor child. “We always have tomorrow.”

“T-tomorrow?” You hesitate to even recite that word back to him. Your mind trying to comprehend doing such heavy acts again tomorrow. Your walls tightening around him at the thought…

Hura laughs lightly at you then rumbles when he feels you tighten around him. His body shifting a bit to hit your g-spot in return in a teasing manner. “Yes, tomorrow. You are not leaving my quarters untill I dismiss you.”

You can’t help but groan at his words, leaning back into him more. Sometimes, you hate Apothecaries like any other normal person and Astartes alike… So bossy… “You’re going to have to give me a doctor’s notice…”

The Apothecary laughs at you again, nuzzling into your neck before he slowly lifts you off his hard cock that was going to be that way for a few weeks… His hands adjusting you carefully up against his armor and heading for his bathroom. “Of course, little mouse. Let’s leave these too to… explore for themselves.”

You nod at that, grateful that Hura is always so caring. Your body snuggling up into his arms as you catch a brief glance of the Blasius and Darsas. Their armor shifting as Blasius hisses at the Psyker to stay still. He is just trying to tease the hell out of his second most sensitive lover. :(

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Sarvak grits his teeth as he tries desperately to rein himself in. Why did he ever think the Nails would bring him closer to his father? Why did any of them think so?

He sucks in a deep breath, he can’t slip up. How many of his brothers had let their guards down, thinking all would be well only for it to not be the case? Humans, their own bonded ones, they’re a treasure beyond words. No one back home would’ve let one of his kind into their house.

But they did, his did. And not lashing out is the least he can do to repay this kindness, a kindness undeserved.

She’ll be home soon, she rarely takes long to come back from her work.

A growl leaves his lips as the Nails bite again, refusing to be ignored. He can’t do anything though. Simply being here is forbidden, the laws in place prohibited anyone with the Nails to stay in the city, and in most cities in fact. If he even tries to take it out on a stray or wild animal, he risks costing his human her home.

It’s the jingling of keys that signal the coming of relief. His human’s soft voice calling out as she closes the door behind her. He’s slips out of his room and wraps his arms around her fragile form. The demand to crush, to rip her apart is always there. But with her in his arms it’s softer, quieter.

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Seeing all this "space marine husbandry" thing brings me great joy because finally my babies can have some friends.

Say hi to Sniff Sniif🥹

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Perfume: “Infatuation” for Big Cats (1)

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

Author's Notes:

This is part one, part two

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

Dialogue in the Gothic language is italicized and bolded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Errio-ox?! Haaah…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He kissed, purring, “Good girl.” 

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

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

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

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

**********

She was an overstimulated mess. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He paused his touching, “Why?”

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

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

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

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

In the version of Husbandry where Astarte and Humans actually reproduce, do you think the reason no one clues into that is because the warp is once again tampering with people's perception.

"Oh did you hear? Jessie is pregnant!"

"That's great! But... I didn't realize she was dating someone. Did she introduced the dad?"

"Ah well no, but I'm not too worried."

"Oh, why's that?"

"Well she's got her Space Marine to help her out. Oh I wish you'd see her, she was Gushing about happy she was, and how excited they both were. The big fella looked pretty proud too. I'm sure he'll be a great mom helper."

"Uh-huh...yep...number 1 mom helper...hey...are you Certain they're not Y'know..."

!💫!

"...Uh...what were we talking about?"

"I....don't know....I Think it had something to do with Jess?"

"Oh yeah! Didn't you hear? Jessie is pregnant!"

(That or people or people are treating it like some kind of shameful open secret...which its not but its still funny.)

"How Dare!!! You WOULD INSINUATE! That My daughter would- Would have relations! With a Space Marine!!!"

"She literally tagged their beach photos, 'Best Day Ever with my Boo 💋 💘!'"

@kit-williams @barn-anon @sleepyfan-blog @egrets-not-regrets @bleedingichorhearts

Hope ya'll enjoy.

[kit-williams]

Husbandry Angron part 2

Part 2 to this fic

For @egrets-not-regrets for helping me here is your reward for helpin me.

@liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Thank you @squishyowl for the dividers

Dozens of apothecaries and human brain surgeons were there in the large surgery room in the base, curtesy of the Iron Warriors and Imperial Fists making it in such a short amount of time. Waiting in the wings were flesh crafter sorcerers as there was little chance for failure as this was a primarch. They had to try their best as they were going in blind.

With his skull cap removed they could see the mess... "Jesus Christ." A surgeon said looking at the mess... a mess of wires and brain matter barely holding together.

"Um, is... is his skull cap growing back?" Another human said noticing how the bone was slowly stitching itself back together and regrowing.

"Yes it is." the head apothecarian said walking up and taking a look as he was in full armor, "Get the flesh crafters on standby." The chaos space marine ordered as why he was head surgeon? He had worked with the consortium.

The humans were the ones who were mostly going to be working on the primarch given their small deft hands could be delicate in this situation. Hours dragged on and metal was removed leaving gaping holes in his brain to which the sorcerers and his own natural healing factor worked hard to repair. This meticulous surgery pushed the limits of what was thought possible for both humans and Astartes... they were dealing with a Primarch and whatever genetic monstrosity it meant to be a primarch curtosey of the Emperor. Several powerful sorcerers sat around the building all pooling the warp and keeping it stable so that the flesh crafters could utilize it with ease.

Apothecarians all communicated on the private vox channel when the humans would pause having to remove the regrowing skull cap or when they were stumped on how to remove a particularly tricky nail. Oh there was one from each legion, minus the World Eaters, sometimes there were even two from the same legion; one a traitor and the other a loyalist. But, outside the building were gathering war hounds and world eaters... they gathered like lost dogs just limping their way here... all there and all silently hoping...

Angron opened his eyes as he could hear the gentle click of knitting needles and a calm beat of a heart he knew over the white noise that the dozens of medical machines had become. He sat up looking toward the click of the needles...

"Welcome back." Your soft voice greeted his ears as there was a gentle smile on your lip, "It's been a few days and in that time, let me tell you, I've met more space marines than I've ever seen." You say as you put down your project. You wait a couple of beats and your smile falters as Angron continues to sit there, "They..." He could hear your swallow, "They said there might be..." again you swallow doing your best to stay strong, "unknown side effects." You finally walk closer, looking up at him as your tiny hand rests on his, "Angron?" You say softly.

For Angron... he was overwhelmed by the fact that there was no longer any pain... his mind rushing trying to think of how to react and interact when there was no pain at the base of it all. He picked you up and held you close, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, as large tears rushed down his face. Words... oh so many of his brothers were good with words in any occasion by here words would do him little good. As Angron wept in joy... joy... he could finally feel another emotion again without pain after so long.

The devourer of worlds... the warlords of madness and bloodshed... so many of them subjected themselves to the nails but now... so many of them came to get them removed. Feral Astartes came to get them out. As once more they came to him like a dog to follow their father. A legion of beaten dogs they were... but they were dogs who could still wag their tails.

[rufus-made-flesh]

Introducing Gadriel pretty pretty boy I love him

[sleepyfan-blog]

Intruder!!

Author’s Note: This is the next installment of Joth’s adventures in the Husbandry AU! Other fics with Joth in them that I’ve written can be found here. 

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @the-pure-angel

Warnings: none? Please ask me to tag something if I missed it/it bothers you

Summary: Joth handles an intruder with the mercy you’ve taught him. 

“Put the goat down. Gently. Leave this property and return with money or never.” Joth ordered the Blood Claw who had his idiot hands on one of your goats. He had heard Maisie’s warning bark and growls, followed by Jacks and Sandy running to aid the oldest of your trio of Great Pyrenees. The canids helped Joth patrol the boundaries of your territory and chased away most predators and would be threats at night, while you slept in your home. 

“The fuck I will, Chaos scum! I’m hungry and this thing looks like it’d be a decent enough meal.” The young Space Wolf growled, bristling visibly. The goat in his hands squirmed and butted his horned head against the other’s armored stomach.

Maisie growled lowly, and Joth whistled, not wanting her to get injured by this insufferable Loyalist Fool. Jacks rumbled, equally unhappy. “Do you know where you are, Space Wolf?”

“... That doesn’t matter! I’m hungry, and I’m taking this as my meal!” The Blood Claw blustered, glaring up at him.

“We are on Terra. M3 Terra.” Joth rumbled, stalking closer to the Loyalist “Put. Down. The goat.”

“Why the fuck would I believe a word out of your mouth, you Traitor?!” The Loyalist huffed, still glaring at him, pulling the goat closer to his body, even as it bleated and kicked at him.

“Do you have a working vox-communicator?” Joth asked, struggling to not roll his eyes at the young idiot in front of him. 

“I do. But I am on a survival mission! To prove that I am capable of surviving, no matter the circumstances.” The Blood Claw snapped. 

“Aren’t baby Space Wolves left on frozen hell-holes to prove themselves? Most of Terra is far from such a world, even in the depths of winter that would qualify.” Joth asked, tilting his head a little as he took another slow step towards the young idiot. The other didn’t have armor on and was lightly armed.

“... To be entirely honest, I thought I was dreaming. This part of the world at least, is so temperate and pretty. Prey and edible greens and fruits are so plentiful here. And I’m not a baby!” The young Space Wolf protested, puffing out his chest up at him.

Joth took another step towards the Blood Claw, whistling another command to Maisie and Jacks, who kept the younger Astartes hemmed in on two sides, while the pup, Sandy padded up behind him. “Youngling Astarte. Put down the goat. It belongs to the one whose property this is. There is Astartes-food available, but to get it you put the animal down. Now.”

The young Space Wolf looked up at him, before looking around “But… But you’re a traitor! Why should I believe y-”

You call out from the porch “Is everything alright, Joth?”

Oh! He hadn’t known you were awake. He has an idiot youngling to wrangle. Faster than the little Loyalist could track, Joth lunged forward and scooped him up, pinning the Blood Claw’s arms between his side and one of his arms, in a secure grip that the other would not be able to easily break. His other arm carefully yanked the goat free before setting her down and giving the goat a loving pat on the head. “I found the raider.” He answers in the same language you spoke.

“Who are you talking to? Who is that?!” The baby Space Wolf growled in Gothic, wriggling ineffectually in Joth’s hold.

Joth grabbed the younger Astarte by the back of his neck and shook him a little “You behave. That is the owner of these lands, and the animal you tried to steal.” WIth that he trotted up to the porch, firmly holding onto the wiggly young Astarte, who wasn’t going to escape his grasp unless the thousands of years old World Eater let him go. Khorne’s Blessings of strength and endurance far outweighed what the whelp could muster up.

You look at the rough fur-clothing covered young Space Wolf struggling in his hands, a small smile appearing on your face “Do you know how long he’s been on Earth?”

Joth shook his head “No, but from what little he said, he hasn’t been here long. Naughty puppy has been eating your livestock that has gone missing, I’ll bet. He was trying to take a goat when Maisie yelled at him.”

“Joth, dearheart, he’s a person. What’s your name? Does he speak English?” You respond, having a sigh and shake your head a little “Bring him inside. I’ll heat up some leftovers for him to eat. He looks like he’s half-starved. No wonder he was going after my animals. Especially if he doesn’t know about the base he could visit for food and clothing if he felt like it.”

“Space Wolf youngling.” Joth huffed, glaring down at the wiggly Blood Claw. He snapped “What is your name, puppy?”

You sigh as you go get your cellphone “He’s still a person. I’m going to call the after-hours astartes response line for the closest Loyalist base in Gannet Point - unless. Is he a renegade? He’s not odd enough to be a chaos marine, I think.”

“As if I would tell you that, Traitor! You might do some sort of horrible ritual to fuck me up, or steal my identity if I told you! Who is this baseline mortal who cavorts with traitors! I-” The baby Space Wolf began to shout. 

“Loyalist puppy.” The Chaos astartes acknowledged in English. He then readjusted his grip on the Blood Claw so that he was covering the other’s mouth. An Astartes could accidentally injure the hearing of a mortal if he wasn’t careful, and Joth had encountered enough Blood Claws to know that the rough and tumble little lunatic pups were seldom careful.  “Shush. No yelling in the house.” He shook the growling pup who was trying to bite through his armored gauntlets with just enough force to get him to settle down.

“Alright. Nearest loyalist base it is. Do you think he’ll eat anything I try to give him? Or will he growl at me and refuse?” You muse as you press the numbers to the on-call phone number, knowing it by heart by now. 

“Probably would refuse. Keeps calling me a traitor, among other things, when I let him talk.” Joth answered, able to hold the squirming Blood Claw in his hands as he waited for you to make the phone call.

~

In less than ten minutes after you made the call, despite the fact that your farm was over an hour away from Gannet point by car ride, there was a mixed squad of Loyalists. Two were Ultramarines, one was a Salamander, and the remaining two were Space Wolves. 

The Blood Claw had tried and failed to escape Joth’s implacable grip the entire time, making angry little growling and whining noises behind the hand that kept his vocalizations quiet. Maisie had decided to stop growling at him just before the squad of loyalists had arrived.

“Sargeant Amicus, thank you for coming so quickly. I’m aware that it’s terribly early in the morning, but this particular Astartes has likely been stealing my chickens for the better part of the week and he looks half-starved.” You murmur, greeting the lead Astartes, the slightly smaller Ultramarine.

“It’s our duty to take care of issues like this. Especially when Brothers or Cousins are causing such problems. Faffnir, Ulric, would you mind retrieving the Blood Claw from Joth?” The Sargeant answered with a small, professional smile, gesturing to the two Space Wolves.

Ultric and Faffnir each grabbed one of the younger Wolf’s arms, with the latter saying “We’ve got the pup… You were a lot gentler with him than I expected you’d be.”

Joth shrugged “He is young and dumb. Nothing wrong with that, and I have been learning that kindness is not weakness here on Terra.”

“... Fair enough. No biting, you little shit!” Ulric answered, sharply reprimanding the Blood Claw as the young Wolf attempted to chomp one of the hands restraining him. 

“The muzzle I was brought here with should fit him well enough.” Joth remarked lightly as he loomed over the trio of Space Wolves “I would be willing to let you borrow it.”

“.. No, I think he’s finished being bitey, right? You’re going to be a good Scout and not try and cause more mischief, right?” Faffnir rumbled, his voice going low and growly.

The youngest Space Wolf let out a low, unhappy whine before looking away from Faffnir, his body going limp “Yes sirs… Why are we not murdering the heretic?”

“That will be explained later. Off we go, pup.” Ulric hummed before he and Faffnir dragged the Blood Claw away.

“As he is a loyalist, please send us a bill of how many animals he killed to feed himself, and you will be recompensed for it. I am aware that you’d rather have the a animals back, but money is all we are able to offer at this time. Though perhaps, after the young one has settled into Terra and how things run here, we could have him work on your farm as partial recompense, if you would be comfortable about that?” Sergeant AMicus asks you.

Joth’s tail swishes back and forth in agitation at the thought of that and he crosses his arms. He is scowling at the floor, but doesn’t saying anything.

“A tempting offer, but I would rather have the money, sergeant.” You answer honestly, shaking your head a little.

“As you say.” The Ultramarine acknowledged before turning and leaving, the other marines leaving behind him.

You wait until you’re sure that the Loyalist Marine sare out of hearing range before you smile warmly up at Joth and move in close. You gently touch one of his arms so that he is looking at you as you say “You did really well tonight, Joth. You protected my animals. You didn’t hurt the other marine, just restrained him so that ye wouldn’t cause more problems , and you were very patient.”

Joth beams at your praise and kneels down, lowering his head.

You smile warmly, knowing what he ias asking of you without words, and you gently pat his head, mindful of the Nails still digging into his skull. You press a kiss to his forehead “I mean it, Joth. You did very well.”

You hear the happy thump-thump-thump of Joth’s tail hitting your floorboards as he leans a little more into your head-pats. “I tried to be gentle, like you said I should be.” He rumbles.

You can hear the smile in his voice and you give him a couple more kisses on the forehead “And you succeeded. Well done, Joth.” You murmur as you try and fail to stop a tired yawn from leaving you.

HIs large, warm arms come up to gently encircle you, hugging you close. “Rest. I will protect, alongside your guard dogs.” His voice had an almost lyrical quality to it, and you nod sleepily, closing your eyes and allowing Joth to carry you up to your room and tuck you into bed.

[littledarknesgold]

Delusional

Warnings: yandere, mention of murders, persecution, obsession, possession, description of something unpleasant, somnophilia, non-consensual sex, mention of impregnation, smut.

Heavy hips rose and fell carefully, trying to contain the desire to speed up the pace, but he couldn’t do that otherwise his owner would wake up and then his plan wouldn’t work.

The Astartes bit his lip, clutching the sheet with his hands, suppressing moans and sobs full of lust.

He couldn't risk this chance to finally get what he had wanted for a long time.

The sheets beneath him became damp and covered in a sticky whitish liquid - a symbol of his love and devotion to his human.

He had never wanted it so much with anyone other than his human. He had purposefully rejected other Astartes even when in heat. His netro yearned for his true mate.

Unable to contain the last impulse, a deeper groan escaped from his throat, and a new portion of semen covered the sleeping human's stomach, but even this noise did not wake him. The Space Marine chuckled. This was the result he was looking for, the sleeping pill was working, that was a good sign.

Having cleaned up a bit and hidden the traces of his crime, he curled up around his man, purring like a contented, well-fed cat.

He buried his nose in his human's hair, closing his eyes and already imagining his master's surprise when the Marilenlings were born in a couple of months.

Art belongs to this author: @vthestalker

And thanks again for this to my best assistant in the world)