"Seek Your Solace Within My Presence. I Shall Be Your Shield." - Celsus Varon
Ello, welcome to my Masterlist Anon! I hope you can find my writing enjoyable or perhaps cringe as I slowly grow my skill in this particular hobby! Either one is fine with me as long as you're having good fun out of it. If you would like to know some facts about me? Here's some that I have provided:
โ I go either by Ichor, Bleeding or more realistically PJ. I don't mind being called any of those โ My Favorite colors are Dark Purple & Lime Green โ Rather sleep in the cold rather the heat โ Favorite Characters? Way too many, but to list a few? Headless Horseman, Knights, Subject Delta {from Bioshock2,} Ahriman {From WH40K.} So far...
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โก Warhammer 40k โญ Space Marine Husbandry Sentience โญ Dark Sentience โญ Nox Thalassic
Damn, this makes me think. Does a female baseline have it worse or male? Perhaps it is equal for the Emp love is... graceful. Suppose it wouldn't change his affections either. Though, female baseline I can see having the golden cage treatment while the male baseline would have more of a "golden warrior" treatment(Not like the bananas.) Not sure how to really explain that.
Saw this post of yours about Sanguinius mimicking his fatherโs yandere behavior : https://www.tumblr.com/bleedingichorhearts/785827354911162368/i-like-your-writing-a-lot-i-want-to-ask-as
So, is it possible to write about yandere!Sanguinius x fem!Darling, where the Great Angel holds his Starlight under him, worshipping her(SMUT) and drinking her blood from time to time so she wonโt run away.
๐ฉโก๐ช Aw! Thank you, both of you. Sangi is definitely a favorite it seems. I also just found out on a Reddit form that Sangi has shifting eye colors? Depending on his mood? Is it like Meta Knight? Ya'll need the bonk.
Summary: Sanguinius is suddenly upon you after hearing some rumors from nobles.
||Words: 1.8k+|| Yandere, Yandere Blood Angels, Vampire Birb, Claims Of Infidelity, NSFW, Biting, Wrap It Up Before You Get Mini Blood Angels.
"I hear the winged Primachs' lover has been seeing another..."
That sentence has been in his mind over and over again, haunting him. He's not one to doubt his own spouse but having to hear the many rumors of these childish baselines believing he cannot hear them from where they stand is very, very irritating.
He wants to snap at them, pull at their necks with his own fangs. To watch them bleed before him, for his sons to drink; to feed. He wants to see them to be nothing but a husk so they can never utter such filth, but Sanguinus only could imagine such behind those calming eyes of his. To sit still and listen to everything around him- through the walls. It was exhausting and infuriating these baselines would utter blasphemy upon his wife. Upon the Legions Mother.
He knows his sons are just barely tolerating the rumors and whispers, and they have confirmed themselves that you never were soiled by another being besides Sanguinius himself. They always have their senses on you, even when you donโt think they do, and they were keen to keep you close. To make you perhaps a little fearful of those who could oppose you, and for one to oppose you? Is to oppose Sanguinius and his legion. Many unaware baselines however, remain lucky as you seem to linger near the legion and Dante.
Again, Sanguinius is not one to get jealous nor riled up, but something about the rumors nag at him. Make something inside of him rise up and feel like an itch that he has to scratch. It feels a bitโฆ primal. Not that heโs complaining too much. The only thing he can really complain about is not seeing you. To have you near. To make sure those spreading lies around him are not the truth because they are just jealous that canโt have him themselves.
Sanguinius briefly wonders what Iโd be like the other way around. To have the rumors turned on him. To say heโs being unfaithful. Of course, no one would dare to spew such dastardly bravery upon a Primarch, but he doesnโt like the thought of being unfaithful himself. It makes him feel like heโs eating his brotherโs fortifications and sieges whilst grinding the harsh materials with his teeth.
He wonders if this is what you feel if he ever let you hear such heresy upon you. If you grind your teeth at the simple thought- or perhaps hide away like Magnus does? Though, your hiding would break his many hearts. Heโd rather see you smile up at him while the skyโs of Baal threaten to outshine you.
Or perhapsโฆ he wouldnโt mind to see you beneath him. Crying out his name for those pesky rumors to disappear. To see your skin painted with his fangs and your succulent blood. For your face to be in pure bliss. Ruined for any that dares to try and take what is his- the legions.
This particular thought stuck to him until he was barely out of his armor and heading straight to where you reside: Your personal garden of roses that are called โBlack Baccara,โ and those particular roses remind him of familiar crimson puddles that went heavy with too much loss. He figures that why some of the petals of the roses have bite marks in them of two holes from where his sonโs fangs have pierced.
You seem more amused by the bites in the petals rather than scolding. Sanguinius shakes his head every time he sees a bitten flower but doesnโt make a move to stop them if itโs a thing that doesnโt necessarily bother you.
โLeave me, my sons.โ He waves his guarding legionaries from their position, his wings giving a slight twitch, and they simply give a nod in return. Their steps heavy of the armor they wear. Echoing down the hall before all is silent once more.
The winged Primarch can hear your heart from where he stands. His own hearts linking to the beat of yours. Albit itโs a little different but he can make an easy rhythm of it. It was soothing to him. To not only taste the crimson of your body but to also hear your heart, even when he must sleep after some time. It tells him that youโre still here, never betraying him. That you still love him despite what he might do.
He inhales before pushing the door to your garden open. His eyes looking everywhere before looking at you: tending to a bitten flower, cutting it from its stem before putting it a golden vase with other marked flowers. You seem to like to make their ravenous mistakes as something beautiful. Maybe thatโs why many bitten petals appear in your gardenโฆ
โHello, my love.โ He finally greets you. His wings giving a little satisfaction fluff while he watches you get spooked by his sudden presence before beaming up at him. The simplicity of you warming his many hearts. He almost wishes that he had more in order to combat what you do to him.
โSanguinius!โ You say his name like a praise, rushing towards him. Trusting of him that he will catch you in his arms and never let you go, and he does. His hands grasping your waist with efficiency and holding you up to his chest where he can easily nuzzle into your neck. His wings wrapping around the both of you like secondary protection, a shield.
โHello, my little rose.โ He greets you again, purring it out. His lips kissing the softness of your neck. Perhaps an ultimate trust for a blood thirster to achieve. โHow are you?โ
โI could ask you the same thing.โ A huff leaves you, your hands gently moving along his face. Mapping him out, making sure heโs still the same when he had left you. โI hearโฆ rumors.โ
The blood Primarch pauses his nuzzling at that. Looking up at you from his place in your neck. Have you heard the same rumors he has? The gossip? He must know, his voice low. Barely unnoticeable. โWhat of them?โ
He watches as you seem to shy away from the probing question. Your own eyes showing clear hesitation of what to say to him. Heโs patient of course. Willing to keep you hostage till you speak your pretty mind out to him. His eyes watching every single detail your body might make.
โMost talk that I-โ You pause, unable to get the words out as they are rather shameful to even say out loud or to even admit. โThat you- Oh goodnessโฆโ
โWhat bothers you so that you must hesitate?โ He pushes gently. Moving to sit on a near by bench without the back, and with you upon his lap. His hands always keeping you close.
โโฆMany claim infidelity!โ You finally speak out. Oh so ashamed of uttering such words to a Primarch no less. Hiding your face in your own hands as it wouldnโt be ideal to hide in your husbandโs protection after admitting such words to him.
It clicks instantly for Sanguinius however. About these claims that you have heard of. Someway or another. His grip on you tightening a little before relaxing. If anything? Perhaps these rumors will make you more yielding to his advances.
โDo not be consumed by such childish talk.โ He hums, pulling you closer again to nuzzle into your neck again. Feeling that familiar lure to taste you. To feed from you. โItโs untrue. Do you have no faith in me?โ
โN-no! I mean! Yes!โ Your lips blurt out, and he canโt help but just watch you stammer and be flustered by him. To watch how your lips move and your pulse quicken.
He kisses you suddenly, silencing your mumbling apologies and excuses. A hand coming up to cup the back of your head, deepening the kiss that you seem surprised by before melting into it.
โSanguiniusโฆโ You breathe once he lets you. Still trying to tire yourself out with apologies that he doesnโt necessarily care for. He knows you wouldnโt do such a thing. You were justโฆ exposed to the whispers.
Perhaps both of you shall make it up to one another? Starting with claiming your blood once more. His fangs grazing your neck as he feels you shiver in his capturing embrace.
Heโs soft and gentle at first, piecing the pulse of your skin that almost feels therapeutic. A soft groan leaving the both of you. One for the exotic taste of your blood and another for the sensation of your own life force being sipped from you.
You trust that he doesnโt take too much considering his size. Your hands clutching at his chest. Being oh so willing to help your Primarch. To feed him even when he doesnโt ask for your approval, and heโs aroused by such trust. Such vulnerability.
He shifts to lay you down in the bed of your roses, keeping his fangs in your throat. Each thorn pricked before you even awaken. I mean, how else do those bite marks get into those petals you dearly love? They are certainly not bugs. That risks sickness, and sickness risks Nurgle and that risks your life that heโs not willing to give up so easily.
Your soul is his while his is yours.
Your foreseen whimpers bring him back to his goal at hand, however. Heโs taking too much from you. He knows he is, but the look on your dazed face makes it worth it. Makes you supine. He wants more. Greeds for more. Always more of you.
He waits no longer. Needing to claim what is his. Needing to have you after days of dastardly gossip. To have you smell like him and never leave his chambers again. To have you completely so bedridden that you donโt have to question his infidelity again.
The simple word leaves a bitter taste on his tongue, but itโs overrun by the gush of blood that rushes into his mouth. Overrun by the feeling of your walls wrapping around his slow, intruding cock.
Throne, he has missed you. To have your kisses, touch and blood. To have your heat wrapped around him like a vice as it has been too long since the last intercourse you both had together. Too long.
Another groan leaves him, loosening his fangs upon your neck to huff upon your skin as he thrusts forward inside of you. His fangs piercing his own lips now, drawing his own blood. His hands clawing at the rose bed beneath you as he tries not to absolutely ruin you for his own selfish pleasure. He knows heโs big, and you? Small. So perfect. So dazed and cock drunk to notice you're mewling his name for those gossipers to hear. To shut down their petty, insolent whispers.
He shall prove to you- to them that you're completely his. To mark you up in all ways: fangs, claws and seed. They will know their place, and you? Bedridden and always by his side. He will make sure of it.
Everything happens in toy story here toys talk a king will be a problem
Iโm be a little firm here. This donโt sound like itโs into the Toy Story fandom but more so aโฆ King of Greece I fandom? If there is one? Itโs an interesting idea, but I feels to be more on the King of Greece I side rather than Toy Story side, and my requests have been off before this convo.
Iโm not trying to be rude but I just donโt do stuff with the King of Greece I. Especially when he is not even apart of Toy Story itself.
