A/N — Hi, hello, I'm not sure how horny and unholy Warframe Tumblr is, but I thought I might as well advertise my icky, bloody little smut fic on here as well. Featuring a nameless and visually nondescript FMC as a canvas for me (and maybe y'all) wanting to get taken apart by the BSMD priest :')))
TAGS — she/her AFAB FMC, Heavy Religious Imagery, Flowery Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Dub-Con, Porn that pretends to have Plot, Pain Kink, Blood Kink, Gore, Wound Play, Flagellation, Restraints, BDSM Elements, Sadomasochism, P in V, Childhood Friends to Whatever this is, Sponsored by Ghost Lyrics
SYNOPSIS — A lesson about the splicing of pain and pleasure.
The hardened ribbons of the whip slashed into the softness of the sinner's flesh, splitting her open to give way to the vermillion cherries of her blood. Those meandering trails carved by the priest's hand twisted across her back, making skin peel away from muscles like tender flower petals.
She lay in chains across the altar, bent over and crucified, spine arched toward the vaulted ceiling and the luminary who delivered her penance, slicing and dicing to deliver her from damnation.
The sacred cavern shook from her cries—a space between hell and heaven, golden pillars drenched in red candleglow and plumes of incense, billowing from iron thuribles.
hello I noticed you’ve been taking requests I was wondering if you could do a lil something with king Harrow, Gren, and Corvus when they just need to snuggle with there s/o plz.
Ohhh, I love this idea!!!
Harrow:
•will literally carry you away from what your doing and lay you on the bed before burying his face in your chest and putting his arms around you.
•will not let you leave under any circumstances, his excuse? “I’m am your king and what I say goes…” then proceeds to cover your face in kisses before nuzzling up to you again.
•he usually ends up falling asleep with his arms around you and doesn’t wake up unless you kiss his forehead repeatedly or you try to slip away. (Which he will then wrap you in a bear hug and refuse to let go).
•sometimes you have to pull him out of the bed in order for him to move.
Gren:
•he usually wants to cuddle after a long day and will gently drag you away from what your doing so he can have you all to himself.
•he likes it when your head is on his chest and your arms tightly around him.
•he always smiles when you lazily run your fingers through his fluffy orange hair.
•will murmur that he loves you before he falls asleep in your arms.
•loves it when you wake him with kisses and more cuddles.
•literally melts when you kiss him.
Corvus:
•it’s rare for him to want to cuddle but when he does he’s so sweet and gentle.
•he loves it when your lips linger on his neck or when you bite him just below the point of it hurting.
•will cover your neck and shoulders in hickeys.
•let’s you know how much he loves you.
Summary: Your husband was a good man, you knew that you loved him for it.
Arthur was a kind man.
You loved him for his kindness, it was the first thing you noticed about him when you two first met.
His kind eyes, lips and smile. One could say you fell in love with him instantly. One look and you were his.
You were with him through a lot.
Khonshu being one. And how he used Arthur.
But you didn’t have much time to hate the God of the Moon. You started to feel worse and worse after Khonshu left.
At first, you were tired, you didn't even want to leave your bed. When you coughed up blood was the last straw for Arthur as he got you to a hospital.
An illness so cruel, your body turned against itself. You looked at Arthur, you saw the sadness in his eyes, how he looked at you.
Anger, sadness and yet he wasn't going to just let you die.
Do not take his sweet wife.
He couldn't let that happen.
He will not sleep until he finds a way. He could never forgive himself if he just sat there and watched you fade away.
Never.
So, he looked for a way. And his answer came in a world, a new world.
The World of Amit.
"I will create a world. A world where we can be together, healthy, till the end of times." his hold of your hand was strong. You feared what his plan was.
"I trust you, Arthur. And I love you." you really did, even if his words fill you with worry.
When he disappeared for days, you were worried, who knows what he was doing.
But he would often come back and saw you getting worse and worse, seeing you like that hurt him on a level he never thought was possible.
There, in your own bed, you slept, but Arthur feared you were fading away too quickly.
"Just a little more time, My Love." he kissed your hand right above your wedding band as he watched you sleep. You looked peaceful like all your pain disappeared while you slept.
Then one day, you woke up as if nothing happened. You woke up fresh, young and full of life.
You knew your husband succeeded in whatever plan he had. You were cured.
But, you couldn't find him anywhere.
You walked around the apartment, looking for anything he hid from you. Anything he would hide which would tell you where he was or what he was doing.
All you found were books. Egyptian Gods, but you noticed the books were mainly about Amit.
It was strange but then again, Arthur could be like that, strange.
Then as you were ready to give up, you sat down, looking at the bookshelf, you fell asleep.
In your sleep, you saw a crocodile Godess, Amit. You thought you really shouldn't read those books before bed until she spoke.
"You have to find him, or he will die."
You woke up with a start and suddenly, you knew exactly where he was.
As you arrived at the hospital, you thanked the cab driver before getting out.
You saw a while limousine in front of the hospital, which was strange, you thought.
Just as you walked in, a man seemed to be wheeling Arthur out in a wheelchair.
"Excuse me?" you asked, making both of them look at you. "Is visiting time over or...?"
"My Love!" said Harrow before the man could answer. Then as you looked the man up and down, you realized he certainly wasn't hospital staff.
Looks like five more minutes and you would have been late.
The man spoke in Spanish but then Arthur stood up.
"You are alive! It worked! Amit saved you!" he said, and although you were looking at him your focus was on the man behind him. You gave him a look when he dipped his hat and off he went.
"That is why you are here? Pretending to be insane so they can't put you to prison?"
"How did you find me?" he asked.
"Your-Amit, she told me to come or it would have been too late."
"And you did." he hugged you close to his chest.
The warmth was the same, no matter if you were angry with him, no matter if he did all this just to save you, he was still the man you fell in love with.
Your Arthur.
"I'll get out of here, and then we can be together like we planned." you looked at him then at a member of staff on the floor.
"We could run, like, right now. He killed them all, mostly." you said and on second thought, you didn't hesitate.
You grabbed his hand and ran.
Maybe wasn't the smartest idea to run with someone who has hospital clothes on, but no one caught you.
"We have to move." you said after you arrived home. "We have to-" he interrupted you with a quick kiss.
"I missed you, Darling."
"I missed you too."
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Arthur explained everything to you, the whole story, Marc Spector, Khonshu, Amit and the fight.
Perhaps living in Cairo was predictable after all that happened.
Yet, something about the pyramids just looked so inviting to you, you needed to be close, just like Amit.
Getting an apartment right across them, to have the full view at all times, you woke up to not only your husband's arms around you but to the view of absolute beauty.
You assumed your healer had to do something with the fact that you were so fascinated with Ancient Egypt.
But you didn't care.
You were with your love in a place you absolutely adored. Where no one can find him.
After all, they did say in sickness and in health, and to you, that just got a whole new meaning.
Can we have headcanons for waking up with Gren, Harrow and Runaan? Not after sex or anything just in general :) Thank you!
Awe, bless your heart anon ♥ I love all these sweet asksThis was pretty similar to another ask I got for “Runaan on his day off” so I just melded them, I hope you don’t mind!
Gren x Reader♣ This guy is out like a light whenever he hits the bed. His daily training and duties tend to take their toll. ♣ Gren also tends to be out the door long before you even wake up, leaving you with an empty, cold bed and pangs of lonelyness. ♣ You’re almost startled when you wake up with your body pressed against another, a muscular, freckled arm drapped over you and the linen blanket that covered you. ♣ Determined to allow him to sleep on his day off, you decide to stay as still as you possibly can. ♣ That works out great until you sneeze. You feel him stretch, his arm flexing and pulling you a bit closer before loosing. ♣ “Good morning.” The familiar, groggy voice of your lover hushed over your shoulder. “And bless you.” The jig was up. ♣ You rolled over to face him, yawning out a “Good morning.” back before your eyes settled on him…and you burst into a fit of laughter. ♣ He gave you a puzzled look, furrowing his brow while trying to conceal his smile.♣ “What happened to your hair.” You muse aloud as you calm, wiping your eye with a single finger. ♣ He offers you a deadpan, before reaching up to pat his thoroughly mused hair and roll his eyes. “That’s possibly the worst bedhead I’ve ever seen.” You continue, eeking a laugh from him. ♣ “Are you telling me you’ve never seen your own?” He asks, grinning playfully before pulling you into a kiss. “I’d trade all the combs in the world to wake this way every morning.” He hushed before pulling you to his own person.
Harrow x Reader ♥ The King’s Bedroom was a rather intimidating place to sleep at first, but it grew quite comfortable after a while. ♥ His duties typically saw him busy immediately after he woke, leaving little time to relax in bed. You were thrilled when he told you he’d be taking a day off. ♥ When you woke up, you were cradled in the nook of his arm as he lay on his back, head on his shoulder. ♥ Seeing him sleeping, seemingly at peace with the world, with the stress of his day-to-day life and past off his shoulders, was nearly enough to melt your heart. ♥ You, as gently as one could, pulled yourself up to place a kiss to his scratchy, unshaven face, yet wilted the second you started to settle back down and saw those familiar green eyes following you. ♥ “Oh..I didn’t mean to wake you.” You hush, frowning slightly but Harrow just smiled at you before turning himself in the bed and pressing his lips to yours in a sweet, chaste kiss. ♥ “There’s no way I would rather wake, love.” He reassured, settling back down beside you, content to just relax in bed for the morning. ♥ That is, until a knock came to the door. Your brows knitted at him, almost upset at the idea of abandoning the whim of laying around all day with your King. ♥ “‘Tis just the servants with breakfast, dear.” He chuckled, placing a kiss to your forehead.
Runaan x Reader ♠ Runaan didn’t own a fancy house or home, why would he? He was never home to occupy the humble cottage he had, he had no need for anything bigger. ♠ You found it homely - a bit musty - but homely. It was tucked away into nature, far enough from the city that no one would bother him or his people if they needed a place for downtime. ♠ You, did not at all believe him when he told you he would have a couple days to relax. You weren’t sure he knew what the word meant. ♠ He somehow managed to be a night owl and an early bird. How he managed to do all he did on six hours of sleep, you would never know. ♠ When you woke the next morning, it was to a small tray being sat before you. Breakfast. It appeared to be mostly fruit, a bit of oatmeal or grits, and moonberry juice. He sat down beside you with a bowl of his own, and gave a soft smile. ♠ “I’m sorry if I woke you too early. The oatmeal was going to get cold if I waited much longer.” He said. You sighed wistfully. ♠ “You know people typically sleep in on their days off right?” You asked, laughing as he scoffed playfully. ♠ “What if I want to spend time with you instead of sleep the day away?”
((I'll be honest, this is kinda edgy , I finally learned how to make a readmore thing ))
“Stop,” you muttered, your hands busy with the item in front of you. You were stripping the wires from a grineer proto sensor, it would come in handy if you could actually get it to work.
The desk was cluttered with scraps of metal and other broken failures, your eyes flcikered back to the device in your hand.
“What makes you think you can get this one working?” A scraping voice mocked, fingers traced your jaw up to your ear. You stared forward with menace, its hooked nails stopped near your ear pulling back a strand of hair.
Hot stinking breath hit your skin, crawling in your own chair you just sat still, its maw breathing in your ear. It felt like ants were crawling around your skin, you wanted to pull away but something had you locked in place.
“Stop playing with these silly things,” its voice cracked ever so slightly, but the low gravelly tone continued. “You could be doing so much more, yet you sit here whining like a child. Twiddling your thumbs-” your fist collided with the table top, knocking things down to the floor with a clatter.
“Shut the fuck up, Harrow.” You snarled, a low hiss escaped your lips, “Just stop, okay!”
The hand that was gently placed on your shoulder retracted slowly, silence enveloped the beast for a moment. Gears clinking in its head, wondering if he should continue his tormet or step off. You were already agitated by him,
Your eyes focused on the desk, the burning glare you once had was suddenly welling up in tears, Harrow slunk away into the dark of the ship. His fun ruined.
The soft clinking of feet faded into the back ground, you knew he had wandered off, but you still couldn't bare to look behind you. Fear, that maybe if you looked, you'd be met with the yellow lights of his energy staring back at you.
Guilt flooded your chest, tears now flowing down, chest tightening as you felt your body shake and stutter trying to keep the sobs down. You couldnt stop the tears, you didn't know why. You were crying again, but why? The bitter salt from your tears leaked to your lips, soaking your tongue in the harsh taste.
Did you feel sorry for yourself? Why should you, it's not like you were doing nothing, you were trying. Instead of congradulating you or encouraging you, you got back lash, harsh shrewed words. He was ever relentless in pointing our your faults and nitpicking anything he could.
Nothing he did could be rationalized, he was bitter, resentful, he loved to guilt trip. Make you spin out of control as he just watched from the shadows, maybe it was something you had done to make him treat you like this.
You blinked away some tears that continued to stream down your cheeks, he wasn't always like this…
“Harrow, what are you thinking about?” You said grabbing his clawed hand, he glanced down at his hand connected to yours. You swore you could see him blink if he had eyes, he gave a small squeeze to yours.
“Just things, thoughts that just bring you back in time.”
“I have those a lot, I know what you mean…”
“...are they happy ones?”
“Sometimes.”
“Any ones I think with you are happy. I'm glad you're the good ones.”
Harrow was slightly taken aback by this comment, he never thought that he would be anyone's happy memory. Most peoples last memories are of him ending their existance short, a slice to the jugular and warm blood spraying his body like mist.
You gave Harrow a concered look, he had gone silent for a moment, his attention quickly returned to the world.
“I too, am glad.” He murmured, his voice cracked with emotion.
You blinked remembering the fading memory, just a short blip of the many conversations you two had. You don't know when he changed, he always told you that he'd never let anything happen to you. But you let something happen to him...and he changed.
You wiped your eyes clean of tears, your breathing settled down, your pulse calmed.
“Ordis, I'm going to visit Darvo, please tell Harrow I'll be back later. I expect he's not going to care, but I do.” You said gently arising from your chair, you carefully picked your way around the items that were thrown about.
Ordis blipped into the room, “o-of course, Operator…I will inform him.” He just watched you exit the room.
The door closed behind you, he watched and waited his data points floating about. The soft glow of him breathed in the space.
“Oh, Operator… I dread the day you remember he is gone…” Ordis said with a quiet whisper to himself, he dissapeared from the room leaving it empty.
Except for your desk, the oddities and metal still laying everywhere. A book was open, its pages containing formulas and sketches of a body. A warframe was sketched in there, he was holding someones hand. They looked happy.
Hey, I’ve decided to only write lgbt headcanons only and prioritize male readers because I rarely see them. So from now on all of my writings will be mlm, wlw, or polyamorous! I’m working on an imagine right now that should be out later today or tomorrow so look out for that as well.
A/N — A second chapter! 🔥 After watching the latest dev stream! 🔥 Father, I hope you don't forgive me. He is already doing terrible things to my priest kink—how bad will it get when the update releases?! 😩💦)
TAGS — she/her AFAB FMC, Heavy Religious Imagery, Flowery Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Dub-Con, Porn that pretends to have Plot, Pain Kink, Blood Kink, Gore, Wound Play, Flagellation, Restraints, BDSM Elements, Sadomasochism, P in V, Childhood Friends to Whatever this is, Sponsored by Ghost Lyrics, Guilt, Hand Jobs, Orgasm Delay, Switching
SYNOPSIS — A lesson taught is not a lesson learned.
Forked metal burrowed into Lyon's flesh like grappling hooks, tearing on the pieces of what they could have been, if not star-crossed lovers. Rattling chain links racked the air as his thurible flew over his flexing shoulder, slashing into the familiar landscape of old, hardened scars until they split into crimson ravines.
So cold the ground beneath his knees, so hot the blood that gushed down his bare spine, summoning the cauterizing fires of hell in virtue of pain. The cathedral tunnels echoed from his groans and moans, the clink and slash of metal slicing skin, no pity for the harrowed priest from the painted eyes of Sol and Lua.
She'd sat in the morning mass, watching him with steely gaze as he sermonized. Lyon had nearly fallen into the chasm that opened up in his chest, crusading against himself to keep his voice and posture steady for the parish.
With the final note of organ music faded into the cathedral's rafters, he had fled past the oaken doors, descending into the bowels of the house of the holy to find a secluded place to drop to his knees.
Now here he cowered under low, vaulted ceilings and tried to cleanse the choking panic with a jangling whiplash clockwork, driving smoking iron into the back of his ribs. White candles burned along the stony walls, just bright enough to shed an eerie glow across the painted iconography.
What had he been thinking?
That they'd meld back together by the means of her pulped flesh, torso to torso? Heart to heart?
What would you need to do to make Harrow, Gren and Viren blush?
Oooh what a cute idea
Harrow♥ Harrow is a very stoic man. It’s quite hard to get him to blush.♥ Simple affection? No.♥ Intimacy? No.♥ Calling him Daddy? Yes. Well at first, he quickly grows accustomed to it and you’re forced to begin the game all over again.
Gren♣ This poor boy blushes at almost everything. ♣ His pale complexion betrays him constantly. ♣ Your first kiss, the first time he sees you naked, the first time you have sex…etc.♣ Easiest, most reliable way, is to whisper dirty things in his ear while the both of you are in public.
Viren۞ Viren. is. impossible.۞ Nothing can make this man blush.۞ Nothing at all.۞ Or so you thought, until you wrote a small little love letter on the margins of a royal document that was read to the entire court.۞ Harrow laughed. Viren deadpaned and blushed.
