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Perturabo has enough self hatred that he would fall in love with someone and never tell them, then get upset when that person fell in love with someone else.
I have an idea for another creation: an creation associated with Angron. As we know, the Butcher's Nails are a technology from the Dark Age of Technology; what if Angron were to find a child whose mere presence suppressed the effects of the Nails within a radius of about 10–12.5 meters?
I have my own feelings about the Nails and how they work, which I may talk about one day if people want to hear it, but anyway-
Once he realizes what's happening...good luck ever separating him from his new daughter. Angron is a girl dad like most of his brothers I don't make the rules She's his now and he will bite you if you get too close while he's around.
The only place she's not permitted is on the battlefield, and that's simply for her own safety. On the ship or during moments of peace? She's following after him or in his arms.
His sons have had to find her multiple times and stick her in a room with their father to help him calm when the Nails were too much on their own. This enrages him more, because now he has to worry about hurting her too.
He's not the best at taking care of her needs- he's gruff and awkward and yells a lot, but he tries. Cut him some slack, it's been a while. It's kind of a miracle he remembers how to be soft in any capacity, from before he had these damned things forced onto him.
She is taught to defend herself and he's a little proud when she takes to it like a fish to water. Also really does not want her getting involved in bloodshed. That's not her world. Her world is peace and warmth and gentleness, not war and pain and misery.
The only time he sleeps for longer than a handful of hours is when she's near him. He can often be found lying with her on his chest, napping right along with him.
There is another little problem with this, though.
It's not just his Nails her power effects. It's all of them. Which means sometimes, he has to hunt her down because Kharn or another son has stolen her for the day.
Pray for the man who decides he fancies her. Creature isn't the only one with an extremely overprotective father and big brothers.
Really craving a big bad monster rutting his cock into me until he becomes a whimpering pussy drunk mess, every thrust leaking a little more precum and pushing it straight into my womb. His massive body encapsulating my entire frame as he surrounds me so that he’s the only thing I can see.
Drool dribbles from his maw and his long forked tongue swirls over my skin, using the excuse that he’s cleaning me up but really just wanting to taste me. And he can’t stop moaning and whispering the most filthy things, promising he’s gonna stuff me to the brim and trap me with him forever. Every wet plap, plap, plap is intertwined with his sinful promises.
“Wan’ me to make you a mommy? Gonna keep you all full and pregnant, make sure you never gon’ leave my side. You’ll stay right here where you belong…”
And he doesn’t stop the words from pouring out of his mouth even after he’s fucked me stupid and the ringing sound in my ears replaces his voice right before I pass out.
imagine this if you will, your the most unfortunate serf in the world and you just tripped into the bathing pool of calgar and guilliman and now you’re squished between the two hottest men in the galaxy (and their fat tits) (excuse my vulgarity, i am inspired)
The bathhouse floor is unfortunately slippery even the most dexterous of serfs would have difficulties let alone you! Thank goodness your Lords were there to catch you or else you may have drowned in the water.
Lucky, lucky serf. 😳
The Modern AU is giving me life! We've seen the first date, meeting their family - what is moving in like together?
Stressful!
But to be fair, when isn't moving stressful?
Some suggestiveness/brief mentions of sex
I love how prevalent Guilliman enjoying his baths has become in the fandom. Especially baths with his partner.
Yandere! Vampire wouldn't want you to be weak. He knows you're not, but you could use a little more strength.
In the world of the vampires, humans become pawns— more of something to use than interact with. He thought the same until he met you, finding you far more amusing compared to the vampires he befriended back then.
However, that doesn't make you immune to danger, not even close. You're far more susceptible to it than he'd like. And it's not like he can be there for you at every step, despite how much he'd like to be, but he has his duties (whatever they may be).
So, he's opted to train you mentally and physically, albeit painful for him to put you through all the suffering.
The servants weren't even considered to be your guardian of any form, since they've been easily turned by him into his humble retainers. You included. If he easily captured you, what makes it any different for another noble vampire?
(yandere! vampire x afab! reader) (cw: period blood💀, suggestive) (reader is gn but has a uterus)
he is the young lord of a prestigious vampire family family.
honour, money, respect.
he could be everything and anything. his status allows him to do so. and the fact that he's a vampire only makes him so much more powerful.
a young and educated bachelor of a prestigious vampire family.
elegant, smart, educated.
he'd never make a rash decision, always thinking things through before doing anything. careful calculations, masterful deceptions...
that's why he doesn't understand it when his friend tells him that period blood is tasty.
"Take this, this will shine till the moment of my death" she gave her husband her pendant "I will find my way to you, but if I didn't, don't come for me, they will burn you" She kissed his hands before the carriage started to move away, leaving her in the dark underground tunnel.
Quentin clutched the pendant tightly, his fingers tracing the intricate design on the surface. He watched as she faded from view, his heart feeling heavier with every passing moment.
"I love you." He whispered, his voice barely audible amidst the rumbling of the carriage. He knew deep down that this might be the last time he would see her, and it was tearing him apart.
He couldn't see the smile of victory of her lips as she turned around and walked out of the tunnel, she had changed the plot! She would live! Yes! Fuck them vampires! Who knew one could use the revolution of humans against vampires dark reign would end up in her favor?
It'd be easy from then on, she'd just change her face with a simple spell and live her life happily ever after as her husband's family and him were shipped away to the dark lands, she'd live! She'd be free of that spineless pathetic excuse of a vampire and could choose anyone she liked, surely he won't come after her, right?
(If I get ten comments about writing this story I'll write it right away!)
Yandere Vampire x reader
The halls of his castle are built from stone older than time, cold and echoing - just like him. The Vampire Lord sits upon his throne every evening when the offerings arrive: trembling girls from nearby villages, gifted to appease his hunger. Some last a week. Others, a single night. None leave the castle alive.
But you… you’re different.
His eyes always find you across the room - crimson beneath the candlelight, gleaming with hunger and something far worse: affection. The other concubines know that look. It’s the reason they shrink away from you, whispering curses when they think you can’t hear.
You’re the favorite. The chosen one. The dangerous one.
When he comes to you, he doesn’t ask. His hand wraps around your throat with the same easy strength he uses to crush stone, and yet his thumb brushes your pulse like a lover’s caress before fangs sink into your skin. The bite burns, then melts into pleasure, and his sigh against your neck sounds almost human - almost.
“You taste like ruin,” he murmurs against your skin. “I could drown in you, little one… and never seek the surface again.”
The other women are fed scraps, forced to sleep in chambers far from his own - but you dine beside him, bathe in perfumed water, and wear the silks he chooses for you. He feeds only on you now, a slow starvation disguised as devotion. His court suspects it. You can feel the tension in the corridors, whispers beneath the sound of organ music.
Yet each night, when he returns from his conquests drenched in crimson and shadows, he finds you. And every time, the addiction deepens. His gaze grows hungrier. His touch, rougher. His whispers softer - almost pleading now.
“You are my sweetest sin,” he says one night, pulling you into his lap as though to claim you from the very world. “Even eternity feels short when I taste you. Do you understand, my darling? You’ve ruined me.”
You’re not sure whether to feel adored or doomed. Perhaps it’s the same thing here. After all - in a castle where love tastes like blood, and devotion looks like possession, the only mercy he offers is his obsession.
Imagine this..
You are a live-in nanny for a single father vampire lord.
You have your own room in his manor. His manor is free range for you.. any part of it is allowed to be explored.
The children are polite and well mannered. They are under your wings to be taught how to interact with humans and other daily lessons not covered by their governess.
The vampire lord has also began to seek you out more. It was small things, more frequent check ups on how his children have been taking their lessons.
It grew more into asking about your opinion on books.. current fashion.. places you'd like to visit. Learning about you and letting you learn about him.. Something he hadn't felt comfortable doing since his late wife's passing.
One day, you mentioned a collection of books you saw at the market. You, unfortunately, were just a few pieces shy from purchasing it.
That night? You found an elegantly wrapped box with the collection inside. No note. Nothing to lead you to your admirer.
But you already knew who made the effort.
Excuse me, i have this silly idea i might give it to you:D
What if Primarch gives Reader silent treatment for some quite silly reasons, but Reader out-silenced him at that?
Primarch:"Can you stop ignoring me?"
Reader:"hmmmm, what an exceptionally annoying fly."
Can we out-petty a primarch? I think we can!
Fulgrim had been upset at you for days now. Three, if you recalled correctly and honestly, you're still not entirely sure why. He asked for constructive feedback on a clothing item, and you had answered. You were a tailor before marrying Fulgrim.
Yet here you are. Three days into a silent treatment. This was childish. Foolish, and you were feeling petty. Petty enough that, on the fourth day, when he came slinking in slowly, prepared to talk, you had kept silent.
"Love?"
"..."
"Love, I was wondering if..." You hadn't even dared to look up from your embroidery. Not even a look of adoration. If he wanted to behave in this manner, he would need to know you do not allow such things. Fulgrim made several attempts to gain your attention.
You only glanced slightly as he left the room. Fulgrim attempted this several times throughout the day. Bringing you lunch, which you did not touch. Bringing you gifts. Untouched. His sons? Unfortunate, but you had to hold strong in silence.
"Just don't do that again," you cooed softly down to him.
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"— Dorn is an idiot. He knows nothing about raising children. Pay attention, my little girl. Your father has far superior taste in educational material. Today, I'll read you... *dramatic pause* The Art of Siege Warfare.
— Darling... *the sigh of a woman who has completely given up*"
And here’s Perturabo!
No, he didn’t build himself a wife. (Like, literally build one. As a robot.) Althoughhhh… you know what? Maybe he did. He absolutely could, honestly. The man is handy. He built all the furniture in his daughter’s room himself, after all. And he drew up the entire defense plan for his daughter’s room himself, too.
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It's so cute seeing this man be all domestic.
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Tw:yandere , mention of death
20. “I just want to show you how much I love you...”
"It's fine! You just need to jump!"
You looked down. It was a jump high enough for a neck to be broken and to be paralyzed or dead.
ok so!!! i really liked the "primarch rescuing their kidnapped spouse," and then i had a thought: what if THEY were kidnapped (and tortured) and YOU helped rescue them?
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Well, all of them react with some degree of embarrassment and wounded pride, but it varies and let us see how exactly.
Not me imagining Magnus being taken away by his bride in her arms like the princess he is?
He can't mess this up, he needs to make sure this afternoon goes perfectly otherwise he's not sure he'll get another chance.
Standing by the entrance of his home with you, Adir waits, eager to see and spend time with his spouse, his precious beating heart, his love unforgotten. Rather than his usual uniform or formal attire, he had dressed in more suitable clothes for the festival. Looking himself over he feels less like the commander and more like the young vampire he was when the two of you wed those three years ago, just thinking of how long he had failed you makes his skin prickle in a way it hasn't since he had been turned.
Adjusting the veiled hat he wears, he can't help himself but to fidget more, tugging his sleeves, twisting his ring and securing his gloves, none of which he need actually do in this moment but it feels right to simply find something to do with his hands as he waits for you. Turning to look towards the doors of the estate, he beams as he sees you, stepping towards you for a moment before stopping, you were dressed perfectly but…
The outfit you wear is not the one he had sent for the festival, sure it was one he has bought for you and sent while he was working but still, it wasn't the one he had been expecting.
Crossing that small distance between the two of you, he pushes down the disappointment and simply basks in the presence of his beloved.
Holding his hand out he expects your fingers to slip along his, to warm the silk of his gloves and twine with his in the way he thinks of in the dark of his office in the treasury vaults. Yet, you ignore his offer, stepping past and heading to the gates of the estate, as if he wasn't beside you at all. Looking to the servant trailing after you he finds no clues offered by the spawn tending to you, their own heavy veil obscuring most of their features, so he follows along behind, almost like an after thought to you and your accompanying servant.
It's far too easy to track you through the festival crowds, always a step behind, fingers aching as he tries so many times to slip them against your back or waist, to feel you near him. But the spawn tending to you keeps him away, only as you look to a stall of pretty hand mirrors does he see why he is kept at bay. These particular ones are made for vampires such as he and your attendant, backed not in silver but crystal, so looking at them he can see how his chosen clothes for the day resembles that of the houses footmen, he looks not like the lord of the estate but more like a common member of the guard staff.
Through his shock and revelation he hears your voice, turning to listen as you enquire about the small gentlemen's mirror, holding the delicate pocket piece and turning it about as you nod and gesture for your attendant to hand over the price for the mirror. Softly, too soft for anyone but a creature such as he to hear, you mutter to yourself about gifting it to him, an offering of affection he thought potentially dead from you.
Life rattles in his bones as he steps closer, letting the attendant handle payment as he settles in at your side, gloved hands lifting a matching mirror and looking it over. He sees you watch his movements, waiting before you speak, asking him if he was thinking about buying one for his own partner.
Giving you just a moment of silence as he parts the heavy veil of his hat, watching as the realisation that he had been with you this whole time fill your face, smiling softly as he answers in a low tone for only your ears to enjoy.
"I think I will have to buy more than a pretty pocket mirror to earn my dear hearts love back…" placing the mirror back on the small craftsman's table, he watches as you turn to look away, reaching out to cup your cheek and turn you back. Leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, mindful of his fangs being so near to your delicate skin before whispering with as much adoration he can convey in words alone.
"After all, I made them believe I had let them wander the festival alone after inviting them to share the evening with me..."
Vampire boyfriend who can read your mind, so you torment him with the most shameless, unhinged debauchery known to man.
Friend: So, what are you guys doing afterwards?
You, rubbing your temples and thinking hard: Nothing in particular.
Vampire Lord, holding his glass with trembling hands and trying to keep a straight face: We must retire early tonight, I'm afraid. H-health reasons.