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kit-williams · 2 days
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First Kiss part 2
So this is essentially a continuation/next part of the Fluffuary first kiss
This one more NSFW because of Palion/Slaanesh
Tag: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog @thevoidscreams @barn-anon
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Nubin Bev can feel his hot lips sear against her own during that fuzzy time after the dragon claimed its stake over her body. She feels so tired... so lethargic... as how long has it been? How much pleasure has been dragged out of her body? Bev just wanted to be seen and feel like a woman again... and certainly the creature looming over her was eager to help with that.
The room smelt of sweat and sex and something distinctly Nubin... she whimpered softly feeling her eyes slip close as he cups the back of her head and pushes his tongue into her parched mouth. Even the warm saliva seems to sooth her but she feels so disoriented underneath his body. Naked bodies pressed against one another as he kisses her so tenderly compared to what memories of the past... while drifts into her mind.
She can feel how sore she is... how utterly weak and helpless she feels right now. But Bev can manage to pull her mouth away from his for a moment as the dragon above her laps his tongue against the side of her neck... tracing the junction of her ear, jaw hinge, and neck... lapping at it lovingly and lustfully.
"Nubin..." She whimpers out causing the dragon to pause over her... she could feel him grinning... her eyes adjusting and finally seeing the white teeth appear out of the darkness her eyes using the dim sliver of light that she is afforded. "No more... please... no more."
Such a dark rumbling chuckle leaves his chest unlike the usual mirthful laugh she was so use to. Bev was in the deep end uncertain exactly who this version of Nubin was over her was. His answer to her? He simply leaned in and stole another slow and tender kiss.
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Sirus His moonlight blushed down at him as she with a few other women listened to the angel croon. Colorful fabrics flooded the windows as several dozen women looked down at him hoping perhaps that it was a caller for them but they could see the half curly blonde hair move in the tied back ponytail and could tell that it was Sirus crooning for his moonlight.
Her roommates grinned at her as they helped her put pins in her hair and wrap her up in such a lovely red shawl before she pulls away to go stop the poetic proses fluttering to other ears but her own. She rushes out the front door to the still crooning Sirus as she tries to pull him away.
Sirus picks her up so that the sand nor dust can share his darlings touch. He nuzzles the back of her head as he whispers softly to her how much he loves her. Moonlight on the other hand cannot stop smiling and her face hurts from just how much he makes her smile. She just turns around in his hold and pushes her painted lips to his to silence him and he blinks down at her as a bit of the fresh lipstick imprinted upon his own mouth. And for once she has left him speechless.
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Zul She clung to him... he had taken to calling her Spaseniye...it was the first thing he thought of when freed from his rage... Salvation. She was trapped here... trapped with him as she looked as fearful as the slaves and sacrifices did. She couldn't use many of her tricks, as he saw it, the mist of blood suppressing her tricks.
Zul knew he needed to change who he was working with... he needs his Spaseniye. He made the mistake of showcasing her skills and his brothers had a moment of clarity... till Kreeg decided that he didn't want to share. Zul killed several of his brothers... she was his Spaseniye... him even allowing them to feel the cooling touch of her powers... to let them gaze into her eyes.
She cowers more as he starts to growl and snarl as she. was. HIS. Spaseniye flinches as Zul lunges into the corner she is cowering in. "Open them." He snarls as instinctually she closes her eyes tightly like a child trying to hide from the monster if she can't see it. The bruising grip on her chin and her eyes fly open as aquamarine like tears run down her cheeks seeming to take the swirling colors from her eyes into her tears as well.
His tongue smears blood upon her cheeks as he licks up those tears feeling the calm rush through him. Every part of her calmed him down... her hands on his scarred and muscled forearm... it felt like cool and clean water running over his skin. She was crying and he was there trapping her in the corner of his room licking up her tears. Her tears dried up as she whimpered just trying to pull away as Zul runs his tongue once more over her cheeks just licking up as much as her salvation infused tears as he could.
His rough tongue brushing far too close to her mouth... he could feel and hear the way Spaseniye sharply inhaled as his tongue met sensitive lips. He remembers... the hand holding her chin... his thumb presses against her bottom lip. His eyes unfocused yet hyperfocused on the way her mouth moves as she whimpers before he watches her lips part as she softly says his name. MINE.
Spaseniye feels the air leave her lungs as she is pushed back half bending back as Zul's mouth pushes against hers. It is a rough kiss like everything else she has experienced so far with Zul. Her small delicate hands grip fistfuls of his clothes. She feels disoriented as he overwhelms her like the raging madman that he is... leaving her no quarter as she just holds on and tries to remember to breathe. She whimpers as he pulls his mouth back to breath himself. His eyes scanning over those puffy lips as he can taste blood from cutting her now swollen bottom lip with his teeth. Her blood tasting sweet as sensations run down his spine.
Spaseniye feels the way Zul just pulls her to him as he can feel enough peace to rest. As she is once more trapped in his arms... and she just closes her eyes to rest as well.
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Palion His muse did not trust him. Even after all of the gifts he has given her... his brothers say he should just take what he wants from the mortal. After all Slaanesh would embrace such heights of pleasure and desire from him but Palion refused such temptations! But he knew he was worshiping Slaanesh with this denial of his affections as they built up more and more to a dizzying HEIGHT!
His Muse looks at him from her nest as she just hides from the naked slaves eager to worship his form. He does his best to remain unaroused lest they do their best to try to help him and he can feel her stealing glances at him. The way her eyes dance across his back... he can feel her eyes on him. He dismisses the attendants, one looks disappointed clearly desiring his cock.
He walks over clothed now and done up as he looks down at her. She is wrapped in her nice robes as he looks her over with just affection in his eyes. "My darling muse. How beautiful you are this day." He says before brushing his mouth against the back of her hand.
Muse did not know what to think of her new 'master' she tried time and time again to get out of him what her purpose was. She wasn't a sex toy as he had several of those far more willing to be debased upon his cock. She wasn't a sacrifice... he wouldn't let her get away with so many words thrown his way or rejections of his desires. He refused to answer her... he held out a mask toward her as he would offer her some horribly revealing thing to wear or a robe to cover herself... and a mask that would go with either.
"Will you tell me what I am to you?" Muse asked again looking up at him with sad eyes.
"My Companion." Is all Palion said as he delicately fixed her hair that would still be covered up by her hood.
She looked up at him and he just smiled down warmly at her... his long white hair practically iridescent or perhaps incandescent was the word she was looking for... she swallowed softly. "Well I hope to be a good companion to you." She said before she pressed her lips against his ready to be jerked back and have his tongue shoved down her throat.
His claw like nails just ghosted over his painted lips and Palion just smiled, "Well someone's feeling affectionate today. We can go over that later what it means to be my companion my darling Muse." He says securing her mask and picking her up to go greet his adoring admirers.
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Nakht He hummed softly as she trembled in the magic circle... her entire form was at his mercy... he could turn her into some dog shaped human if he so desired. That is what this spell allows him to do... Nakht looked at how there are the starting stages of a beak forming making her more in line with the feathery side of their lord.
He could in theory just finish it for her... give her such a beak and make that blessed mutation complete. His thumbs push away the formation of it as her mouthless cries of indignation but he shushes her as his thumbs work the flesh like a man works clay.
His eyes glow as he shapes his Birdie's flesh to how he knows... though he does shape them to be a little bit fuller... softer for his promised kiss in fixing her. She whimpers and tries to pull away as she feels more of her shift a bit... a few more feathers are added to make her a little bit more... appealing asymmetry. "Sit still lest I ruin my work leaving you damaged." He hisses out that last word.
"I just wanted my mouth fixed not changed!" She squaks back in her usual way, her feathers raising up in agitation.
"I'm just making you better." Nakht says laughing softly as he finally finishes adding a few more feathers and making the transition between the rough flesh of her hands a lot smoother... oh yes she was his beautiful Birdie.
She pouts and Nakht resists biting his bottom lip at the way her bottom lip is more pronounced now... he cannot wait to bite it himself. He conjours up a mirror for her to see and can see his darling Birdie's eyes glitter as she sees more feathers. Normally Nakht was not overly fond of the hybridization that can happen with some gifts... but how his Birdie adored her beautiful blue plumage, her claw like hands, and even her beak was beautiful to him.
"I should get-" She yelps as he pulls her to him with a lustful gaze in his electric blue eyes.
"Ah ah ah... the first part of our 3 part agreement." Nakht says leaning in his golden skin with his light blue tattoos upon his cheeks and hands and his tied back brown hair as he pushes his birdie down onto her back.
He bites his bottom lip as he will wait to give her large brilliant blue wings he fears she might try to fly away from him but he knows how beautiful she will look with them with such joy. The blush dances across her skin as she looks away. "F-fine take your stupid- MUMPH" She cannot finish as Nakht presses his mouth to hers.
His tongue delving into her mouth and rubbing against hers as he has been waiting to kiss his Birdie for so long. Years. Of meticulous planning gone to waste all because some fool attempted to ruin his Birdie; but it gave him a better opportunity and chance... oh yes... he moans into the kiss. This was so much better.
When he pulls away he's panting and goes back in to nuzzle her neck, his eyelids fluttering, just feeling utterly HIGH. Oh yes... this turn of events was SO much better.
"Now... who did this to you." He says with a dark malice in his voice.
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Lionel Heresy - Kharn the Destroyer chapter master of World Eater by Kim chan (paint_newb)
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bleedingichorhearts · 1 month
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𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘
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𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: What happened to our guardians? I forgot it was Valentine’s Day. Happy Valentine’s Day!
𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams
TW // Curse.
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“Another one?” I deadpanned at my roommate. Her hands holding a little Death Guard that looked around confused.
“I don’t know where I keep finding them!” She said, not really sounding… thrilled. Her hazel eyes looking down at the little smelly thing in disgust. Nose scrunching up.
Well at least she has some humanity? To pick one up, and take it to a safer place.
“Anyways, i’ve got a club date to go to. Mind taking it?” She suddenly said, pushing the little Death Guard towards me as I hurriedly unfolded my arms from my chest to grab the little thing. His little form practically rolling onto my hand.
“Wha- since when? I thought you had work tonight?” I questioned her, helping the little Death Guard in my hands to stand up right. A little sound coming from him.
“Uhhhh, an hour ago! I did, but my boss let me off again!” She shouted from the hallway. Sounding like she was putting on some heels.
“Are you gonna—” The front door slammed shut. Shaking the whole apartment. “Never mind, I’ll just do it myself.” I mumbled. Looking down to observe over the little Death Guard.
The little guy looked fairly normal for a Death Guard. He had the basic dirt green, and concrete color of his armor. Two sets of bull-like horns on his helmet, an pair facing downward, and random curved spikes on his pauldrons. No extra mouth, horns, or spikes so far. No wounds either.
“You seem rather healthy.” I mostly talked to myself, getting another little sound from the stinky guy.
This ‘mini’ situation had me puzzled? I never would have thought I would see Astartes be so small. Usually, they were these huge, bulked masses of armor walking around wherever they pleased. Protecting you, rather than the other way around.
It even had the Apothecary astonished, when I have took the other three there. Saying they have never seen such phenomenon, before they immediately started running all sorts of tests on the little guys that admittedly had me a little worried for them.
Those tests lasted for about three days? I had the right to worry about it. What if they accidentally killed them with those big *ss needles in the back? What if they really weren’t an Apothecary?
Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to be called back into the Apothecary to come and collect them. Becoming assigned to them as their “caretaker.” Their reasons being: One, they don’t know who their warband is, or if they even have a warband. And two, I was the first person they ever saw, and care for the miniature Astartes.
Now I was stuck with a World Eater, Thousands Son, Night Lord, and now? A Death Guard that Sharon somehow found out of nowhere.
Multiple tiny squeaks called out to me from the kitchen countertop. The rest of the group standing there looking up at the little Death Guard in my hands.
“Well, little Death Guard. You’re going to be stuck with me for the time being.” I informed him. Bringing my hand forward slowly to the rest of the group so he could greet the group.
Watching as the Death Guard gave me a warble before hopping off my hand. The rest of the tiny group surrounded the stinky guy, observing him. Distinguishing him.
They didn’t seem to be disapproving of the little Death Guard so far by they way the chirped at one another. There was no weapons drawn, and crouched positions. It was just like a regular greeting.
A far better meeting than between the Night Lord, and the World Eater. That I think, it stared off by the Night Lord teasing the World Eater, based on the Thousand sons gestures, and tiny chatter.
It didn’t help the little battle when the World Eater still had his “Butchers Nails” the Apothecary mentioned of him having. They couldn’t remove them because he was far too small for such a procedure to happen. So from time to time, the poor World Eater goes into a fit of rage. Tearing up anything in his way. Sometimes going after the other Astartes.
That’s where I step in most of the time. Slowly snatching him up from whatever surface I find him on. His tiny squirming form struggling in my hold, desperately stabbing, hitting my gloves that I was smart enough to put on.
When his raged energy had cooled down, I felt bad for holding the little guy in such a confiscating way and apologized to him. Putting him up to my collarbone as a resemblance of a hug.
Surprisingly, that spot was one of the groups favorite spot to just sit there, and hang on to. Probably liking the warmth, and “height” advantage it gives them.
“Need something?” I asked the group, seeing the gauntlet of the Thousand sons pointing up at me. Small chittering coming out of the group.
It took me a moment to understand what they wanted, but I eventually got it after a few more gestures.
“You? Want a bath?” I asked the Death Guard, raising a brow at him. Knowing Death Gaurds don’t like baths. I had to read a whole book about their quirks the Apothecary sent me with.
The Death Guard paused, then nodded. Hesitant on a such request.
“If that’s what you want.” I told him. Moving away from the counter to grab a small container. The group casually chatting away as I got the “bath” prepared.
Putting warm water with some soap. It mixed with one another, creating a bubbly container rather than just a basic container.
This was probably one of the first “baths” the Death Guard would have after a long while. Might as well make it count.
Placing the container of warm water, and bubbles next to the group. They all turned to look at it, and surround it. The Death Guard touching the container before quickly pulling away.
“You don’t have to take a bath. Instead, I’ll just throw him in it.” I mentioned to the Death Guard, pointing at the Night Lord who hissed in response, backing away slightly from the container of the soapy water.
The little Death Guard just peeped, and suddenly jumped into the container. A little plop rising from the container where he submerged himself in.
Carefully watching the container, the Death Guard emerged from the water. Bubbles sticking to him armor as another peep came from him. Chirps came from the rest of the group talking to him. Maybe encouraging him? Teaching him?
Well, either way, it was all going well. No one needed to go to the Apothecary tonight, or the morning.
Until the Night Lord pushed the World Eater into the container. Another plop rising from the water as the Night Lord armor rose up, and down in a laughing matter.
Once the World Eater rose from the water with even more bubbles on his armor than the Death guard. He was shouting threats to the Night Lord who stood above him looking very prideful of himself.
Who can resist such an opportunity?
On the act of vengeance, I snuck my hand behind him, and pushed the Night Lord into the container myself. A squeak coming from him as he plopped face first, right into the soapy water. Small chitters interrupting from the group with the Thousand Sons just shaking his head on the side lines.
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ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 II
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wormflesh · 9 months
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A cosmic worm that devours entire solar systems. It swallows the planets with the suns and pulls out all of the hydrogen, leaving the stars to die within it. leaving only remnants of supernovas.
I started this while stoned and listening to World Eater by Blanck Mass (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8lOpbz2BmM)
prints: https://Osteocephaly.threadless.com/designs/kkour-ynekken https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/tapeworm/kkour-ynekken/
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onrei · 6 months
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mentally-retired · 6 months
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i beg someone to make a compilation of people reactibg to tubbos world eater hole please i beg
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worldeaterheresy · 1 year
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Finished him up very happy with him.
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hibiscusbabyboy · 4 months
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kgustin87 · 1 year
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WiP of my World Eaters Berzerker that I'm doing for Creations of Bile
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philip-the-nickel · 2 years
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WIP of my world eater oc, yes he is trans fuck off
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kit-williams · 3 months
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Peace of mind
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Based on something from "Broken Chains" by Neal Litherland on A Vox in the Void.
@moodymisty I am clearly a mad woman with 0 sense of self preservation
Your frail hands tugged on the chain around your neck. Your Mistress had abandoned you and left you like a piece of prey tied up to lure out the monster. You were a pacifist at heart and you were sure your mistress was okay with it but even now you were unwilling to shake your morals for that.
You sobbed as the screaming got closer. There was itching and iron behind your eyes... the wrath was palatable through the warp. "Mistress please!" You wail out knowing that she was probably long gone. But you heard it the heavy footsteps rushing around the corner as you watch a body fly into the wall their scream being silenced as a ton of flesh and armor turned it into a smear.
The world eater looked at the offering with a cock of his head as the bloody mess of a man gave him a moment of reprieve. Just a moment... as he exhaled hard through the rebreather on his face. A roll of his neck muscles as he stalked closer allowing himself to take time to savor this kill. Such a weak little thing... psykers were disgustingly frail things. The seared markings on her body... former imperial clearly... unwilling little thing.
"Oh god please no." You whimpered... what god were you asking? You suppose any that would listen in this moment. Time slowed to a crawl as he lunged forward and you could just see the rage in his eyes. You held a hand up unsure of what you would even do to stop him but you reached out.
Hot breath brushed over your hand as you timidly opened your eyes and could see his eyes practically black from how blown out his pupils were. To him... your eyes were a miniature galaxy... a miniature maelstrom swirling and dancing... he could feel your powers digging deep into his skull and soothing him. He moaned afraid to look away from his source of comfort. He could think... by the gods when was the last time Zul had a moment to think.
You bleated out like a helpless creature as he rent the collar off of your neck with such ease. Your hand trembled as you pushed yourself away from him only for him to crawl after you, you too afraid to stop doing what you were doing. Till his face pushed against your outstretched hand and he moaned letting his eyes close for a moment. It was as if your tiny little hands had pulled them out only slightly. And when he couldn't feel the buzz of you using the Warp on him... the relief lingered. He could tell it would come back, it always did, but he was left with a clearer head... for the first time in gods knows how long it had been since he followed father into damnation he could THINK.
"P-please." His red tainted brown eyes opened up looking at your trembling body. "Please let me go." You pleaded as your eyes still swirled and he could feel the ghosts of your fingers in the back of his skull.
"No." His gravely voice spoke for the first time in so long he had formed a coherent thought. Earning him a sob from your throat. Oh he wasn't ever going to let you go and was certain if his brothers discovered what you could do... you had traded an uncaring mistress for an attentive master.
He hardly cared in his contented state the way you got up and scrambled away with panicked cries rolling out of your throat. You hardly got very far before the world eater was upon you again. Forcing you to look at him with your eyes... how they swirled and you watched as his eyes became blown out once again. Even your eyes could give him a lessened version of your effect over him.
His laugh sounded painful like he was unuse to laughing. His hands bruised you so easily as he could feel him struggling to not crush you underneath his hands as he hummed to you softly. Your face pressed against the vile platebody as it smelt of death and bile rushed up your throat. You started to beg, normally Zul hated begging but he was in a contented mood so he let you beg for your life. His hand traced over the bruise on your neck from your old collar... he'd get you a pretty brass one.
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Kharn by Konstantin Void
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bleedingichorhearts · 19 days
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𝕸𝖔𝖞 𝕸𝖎𝖗
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𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Sorry, Night Lord lovers.
𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.
𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: Be 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 for/of yourself. Even it’s just a tiny cut. I also don’t ᴄᴏɴᴅᴏɴᴇ these 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.
TW // Slight SMUT/NSFW? Yandere Themes, Google Translation.
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It’s only been two weeks since he's been away from home, from his little Мир. All he wanted to do was lay his head on her lap. To feel how her hands dragged along his head that sent shivers down his spine, calming his wrath. He wanted to smell her comforting scent mixed with his own, telling him that one else tried to take her from him. To take what is his.
There has been sometimes where one would try and take her themselves. Especially the humans, they were the worst at it. Trying to steal away his bonded. His Мир. The only human to bring him solitude, and it infuriated him to no end. Did they not want him to have the peace she has given him? Did they want him to massacre them for the blood god? Because that is something he will do if they don’t stop their meager attempts. He’s already killed many before, what makes them think he won’t slaughter anymore?
The Astartes were much more honorable to deal with than the cowardly human. They would wait for his return to challenge him for his bonded or make a challenge to him when he was there, out of his bonded sight. Knowing how… empathetic most humans can be. It's something that he lets most of them live for. Their consideration of not ruining their bond for the other.
Though, sometimes he would like his bonded to watch. To watch his prowess of how he pulls the limb off his opponent's body. How he snaps their bones into two, leaving shards of their bone with their torn flesh in the terra, feeding the flora with their blood. He wants to see her marvel at him. To admire his hulking physique. Even applaud for his performance of slaying his contender. Khorne, just even gift him a flower and he will know that he’s been rewarded for both approval and defending her like in one of those “knight movies” she saw her stare at.
He would also like to do more with his bonded, but he wasn’t one to force. He didn’t want to ruin what he already has with his bonded. He knows that she can not feel the same bond as he does, and that irritates him slightly.
He just wishes he could pin his little Мир down to the ground right after showing her what lengths he goes through to keep her by his side. Watch her weep tears of pleasure as he fills her again and again, staking his claim on her in more ways than one. He wishes to feel her soft skin on top of his. Feel her ride him up, and down as he pulls her back down on him, rutting up into her, listening to her cry out for him. Khorne, he even wished to know what she tasted like.
Yet, he forced himself to be patient. He didn’t want to spook her away just because of his unfathomable desires. He didn’t want to lose what bond they already have, but he was tired of being stuck in this “friendzone” the humans called it. Some even spoke of “cockblocked” Whatever that meant. It must mean something similar to friendzone right?
Upon coming closer to his little Мир home. He realized something was off. Her scent didn’t cling to the house, it was faded. Meaning she was gone for a long time, too long for it to be fading. Did someone take her while he was on his mission? Oh, that thought made him spark with fury. Who dares to take what his without him noticing?
He marches inside the home. Bending a little to get the through door. Knowing that if he even remotely destroyed her nest, she would not talk to him for days afterward, and that was hard enough for his anguishing mind.
His eyes carefully scanned the area around him that looked relatively clean for someone to come in and steal his bonded. While he looked around for clues of his bonded. He had remembered this Night Lord who thought he wasn’t around. Prowling around with his blue armor shimmering against the moonlight. It was clear that this was a younger Night Lord, considering that his stealth was not mastered like the ones he’s faced off against before. Plus, this one didn’t even come up to challenge him like the others did. This one was trying to be discreet, and that sent him into a frenzy.
He didn’t hesitate to rush at the Night Lord, slamming into him as they shook the ground beneath them. Both talon-like gauntlets tearing at each other's armor. Creating sparks, and scratches in their armor before pushing off and circling one another.
Threats, and unholy promises of him, and his bonded were made between the two. Enraging Spartak further. How dare this youngling defile her name upon their tongue?! Speaking of ways he could use her for his own enjoyment?!
Spartak roared out, dashing at the Night Lord once more. Doing a fake strike down at the Night Lord, watching them dodge right into his real strike into his chest-piece. His gauntlet piercing their chest piece, picking them up, and hucked them to the side. Taking a tree down with a loud snap! This Night Lord might be younger, and faster, but he wasn't stronger nor experienced than Spartak was. He has defeated many before, what makes this one think he can escape for him too?
The Night Lord scrambled up from the ground, and charged him, letting out their own snarl. His form unexperienced; laughable.
Spartak growled, and shot forward, snatching the Night Lord by the gorget, and rasied him up to his own helmet. A surprised, robotic gurgle coming from the Night Lord. Gauntlets desperately clawing at his chest-piece, and pauldrons in a pathetic attempt to dislodge him. If he could, he would have torn this welp piece by piece, limb by limb.
However, what he couldn't account for was his bonded to witness everything he has done to the Night Lord so far. A shout coming out from her lips as she demanded him to let go of the Night Lord.
Spartak huffed, but reluctantly obliged. Throwing the Night Lord off to the side again. Watching him as he scrambled to get back up on his two feet before dashing away into the forest. His arm settling close to his chest. Getting the message, for now.
He also remembered how upset his little Мир had gotten with him that day. Her eyes looking up to him in a furious expression. Her own little body rising up in mock anger. It sent a certain yearning down his body that he was all too familiar with.
Oh, how cute she was when she was angry. When she didn’t even know the true definition of rage. Especially, the one he feels now.
He has checked the house over, and over again. There was nothing out of place. No furniture overturned. No scent of another human or Astartes in the home. No missing items or gifts he had brought to her except a few pieces of clothing.
Except, a few pieces of clothing.
An anguished roar left him. Rattling the houses walls; cracking some windows and then, he tore against his better judgment. Shredding through walls, tearing down support beams, throwing furniture out of his way through plain walls and windows until there was nothing left of the house, but its cement foundations and a layer of debris with him huffing in the middle.
She had left him. She had left him willingly.
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wheat--wesley · 1 year
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Anecdotes About Kharn
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ryanoprice · 7 months
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World Eater
Risograph print
8" x 8"
2023
Available here for purchase!
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