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yanderedrabbles · 8 months ago

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Yandere Soldier x Reader - NonCon

Yandere! Soldier with his foreign accent and foreign guns. With muscles that show even underneath all his body armour.

Yandere! Soldier who's part of a platoon sent to keep an eye on your neighbourhood. Who's looking for insurrectionists hiding in plain site.

Yandere! Soldier who's suspicious of everyone and everything.

Yandere! Solider who notices you all too quickly, with your books and your pamphlets. Who's immediately suspicious about the people that come and go from your apartment at all hours.

Yandere! Soldier who barely even waits for permission from his commander before he's leading a squad to bust down your door.

Yandere! Soldier who somehow ends up in your panty drawer and who lingers far longer than he needs to. Who searches through them - ostensibly for contraband - just so he can feel the silk and lace on his calloused hands. Who keeps picturing these lacy little things under your neat pleated skirt.

Yandere! Soldier who's pissed as hell when he can't find any evidence of rebellion. Hell, even those pamphlets you were carrying around the other day are gone. Who's disturbed by how calm you are - despite a bunch of soldiers ransacking your place.

Yandere! Soldier who grabs onto your wrist right before he leaves, who looks into your eyes and says that he knows something about you is suspicious. That you might have escaped this time but at some point, you're going to slip up.

Yandere! Soldier who can't help but notice how fragile your wrists are, how delicate your neck looks. How helpless you would be if it weren't for your frighteningly sharp tongue.

Yandere! Soldier who grins just a little when you threaten to demand a replacement door from his Sergeant.

Yandere! Soldier who finds himself stopping outside your apartment more and more on his patrols. Who tells his squadmates that he's suspicious of you, when really he just wants a chance to watch you go about your day.

Yandere! Soldier who finds himself gripping his rifle when he sees you walking alone with your male classmates. Who more than once has them stopped and searched.

Yandere! Soldier who takes his frustration out on his sparing partners - to the point that no one wants to train with him for fear of splintered bones.

Yandere! Soldier who keeps running into you. And despite his body armour, his rifle, his rank and power, you never seem impressed or even afraid of him.

Yandere! Soldier who watches as the martial law on your city becomes stricter and stricter. First the curfew, and then the armed checkpoints, and then the armored vehicles parked on seemingly every street corner.

Yandere! Soldier who knows what really happens to suspected rebels when they're held for questioning. Who keeps thinking of your wrists dwarfed by his hands. Who keeps thinking of your pretty hands mangled by the interrogators.

Yandere! Soldier who finds himself alone outside your apartment, so nervous that his hands are trembling. Who knocks and knocks on your new door until you open it, still sluggish with sleep.

Yandere! Soldier who doesn't give you a chance to scream as he shoves his way into your apartment and kicks the door closed behind him.

Yandere! Soldier who manages to hold onto you even as you kick and bite and swear at him.

Yandere! Soldier who hisses at you to just shut up and listen. That for once, he's trying to help you.

Yandere! Soldier who has to literally grab you by your collar and slam you against the wall before you stop trying to bite him.

Yandere! Soldier who tells you that the army intends to arrest you tomorrow morning on suspicion of insurgency. That he knows a place where you'll be safe.

Yandere! Solider who doesn't listen to your complaints or objections. Who zip ties your wrists together and gags you before hoisting you up on his shoulder.

Yandere! Soldier who doesn't even notice you banging your fists against his back.

Yandere! Soldier who drives all the way across the city in an armoured vehicle with you tossed across the backseat. At the checkpoints, his fellow soldiers just smirk and tell him to enjoy himself.

Yandere! Soldier who brings you to an old room in an old building. Who tosses you down on the bed and suddenly realises just how close you are.

Yandere! Soldier who slowly leans down to kiss your cheek. Who smells your perfume and feels himself slowly going feral.

Yandere! Solider who kisses down your jawline and then down your neck, his lips as light as feathers. Who runs his palms up your waist, marvelling at the softness of your skin against the roughness of his hands.

Yandere! Soldier who pins your hands above your head so he can admire your body stretched out underneath him.

Yandere! Soldier who knows this is wrong. Who knows it's going to hurt you and haunt you. Who feels his heart clench when he looks into your crying eyes.

Yandere! Soldier who knows, but fucks you anyway.

Yandere! Soldier who is so gentle, that you almost wish he meant it. Who keeps one arm wrapped around your waist the entire time. Who keeps whispering to you in his native language, his voice rough as in prayer.

Yandere! Soldier who keeps his forehead pressed against yours even as he thrusts deep inside you.

Yandere! Soldier who stays inside of you even after he comes. Who just wants to feel the warmth of your body under his. Who wants to pretend that the little muffled sounds you're making are out of affection.

Yandere! Soldier who cuts your bonds away with his combat knife. The blade catches the moonlight and it breaks his heart when you flinch away from him.

Yandere! Soldier who tries to convince himself he did the right thing. You're safe from the interrogation room, aren't you?

Yandere! Soldier who looks at your tears in the moonlight and realises his love was the worst thing that ever happened to you.

Yandere! Soldier who falls asleep with you in his arms, his dog tags pressed against your shoulder blades. Yandere! Soldier who knows that he's a monster, but holds you all the same.

Yandere! Soldier who whispers to you just before he falls asleep.

Мне жаль

I'm sorry.

Но я люблю тебя

But I love you.

#soft but utterly corrupt #he will keep you and keep you safe #yandere #yandere noncon #yandere scenarios #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere lemons #yandere x reader #reader insert #x reader #yandere soldier #yandere marine #usmc

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4-the-l0ve-0f-art · 9 months ago

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“The Captain’s beloved…wait, what?!”

Capitano x Gender Neutral Reader one shot

Work count: 2.2k

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship

Rating: General Audiences

Trigger Warnings: none

Summary: The fatui discover that their Captain does, in fact, have a life outside of work and gossip between the ranks ensues. (Cue silly fatui shenanigans)

Ao3 Link

Capitano, the Fatui’s first lord and harbinger, contrary to popular belief, was respected and admired by his platoons rather than feared. There was a widespread misunderstanding both in and outside the organization that the Captain was a harsh and dangerous leader due to his mysterious nature. However, the people who worked under him knew better as they had grown to admire him the more they interacted with him.

He held himself with pride and treated his soldiers the same way he wanted to be treated: with respect and dignity. And in return, they learned the depths of this man’s strategic genius and strength. His strength was unmatched in combat and led his people well with good decision making and training. They could only hope to be as good as him in his various fields of expertise.

He was strict, and quick to discipline unruly fatuus, yes, but that did not stop others under his command from admiring him. And to emphasize this even more, it was clear that his fellow harbingers and even the Tsarista respected him, whether their goals and morals aligned with his or not. However, this made the people around him curious about aspects related to him outside of his work and title. He was a revered public figure and people were naturally curious about his personal life.

This is where you came in. You, his one and only beloved, the only person who held his whole heart in your hands. Not many people knew of this, but the Captain was a gentle man at his core, and you had somehow managed to uncover all of his being and see him fully as himself, without his title, without his strength. You knew this man inside and out, just as he had come to know you. It was a mutual love, one which even he did not know he was capable of feeling, and that made him all the more enamored with you.

This, however, people did not know. So you can imagine the surprise on their faces when you, an ordinary civilian, came to the Zapalyarny Palace and asked for directions to the Captain’s office. The clerk at the desk looked at you blankly, as if she were staring at an anomaly. This prompted you to try and explain yourself.

“..I’m here to drop off his lunch. So, if you don’t mind..?” You asked.

No response. The blank stare continued.

You already knew that you looked out of place in this grand palace with no Fatui uniform or mask on. But you were determined to make sure your beloved got his lunch, which you had specifically decided to make for him that day as a special treat for how hard he had been working while preparing for a business trip to Natlan.

“Excuse me..?” You said a little louder this time. That seemed to snap her back to reality.

“You cannot enter this place, only authorized personnel are allowed inside. If you’d like to meet our lord, please book your appointment accordingly.” She replied on autopilot, as if she’d rehearsed the same sentence multiple times.

“I’m sorry, I know you have your duties, but I’m here just to drop off his lunch. You can check with him yourself if you’d like..”

“He’s busy at the moment, please leave your package here and we will deliver it to him.” She replied. It seemed like you were being studied like a suspicious person who was attempting to sneak in.

Fair enough.. you thought. I was hoping I would get to spend a few minutes with him and see how he was holding up at work but that can wait till he’s home. And she’s not wrong, I did drop by without notice, so it makes sense for them to be suspicious.

Fatui soldiers passing by had also been glancing at the ongoing conversation at the front desk, eyeing the lunch box wrapped in patterned cloth in your hands with raised eyebrows. You decided to leave the food there, getting one last word in before leaving.

“If you could, please make sure it reaches him soon. It’s his favorite meal and I would prefer it didn’t go cold before he ate it.”

And then everyone watched as your ordinary self left, unaware of the number of eyes on you.

…

A pyroslinger skirmisher stationed near the entrance asked dumbfoundedly, “Did..did they just say that was the Captain’s favorite meal? Our lord harbinger?”

A cryogunner skirmisher who had also watched the whole thing go down as he clocked in asked another question right after, in the same state of confusion as the previous fatuus. “..Has anyone seen them around before? They don’t look like someone who would be seen standing next to Lord Capitano.”

And as the just as confused clerk left the scene towards his office with your goods in hand, excited chatter filled the halls.

Chaos would be the right word for it. You had left chaos in your wake with a simple visit to his workplace.

…

That night, as you and Capitano settled in to relax in your shared home after a long day of work, you asked him how his lunch was.

“It was delicious, my love.” He replied, gently caressing your face with his hands while looking down at you through his mask. “It felt like a treat to have your home cooked meal at work. You didn’t have to, but thank you. It made my day.”

You smiled and took his hands in yours as you nuzzled into his touch. “I’m glad you liked it. I was going to give it to you myself but I couldn’t enter the place.”

“You should visit more often. I’ll let the security personnel know to let you enter so you can come and go as you like.” He paused, clearing his throat. “..Seeing you in the middle of a long day would bring me relief.”

You felt slightly flushed at his straightforward choice of words. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you being so..open with me. But I like it, of course. I would like that as long as I’m not disturbing you at work.”

Capitano chuckled. It was like the angels decided to bless you today, really. “I will always make time for you, my love. Just as you do for me.”

You beamed. “Okay, okay, let’s get some sleep now, Mr. Loverman. We still have work tomorrow in case you’re forgetting.”

A kiss on the forehead and the rustling of sheets was all you heard before you were whisked away to dreamland.

…

Unbeknownst to you and Capitano, however, word about you spread like wildfire across the next few days between the excited fatui soldiers. Some from even the different departments under the other harbingers might’ve heard. The person who looked like a civilian, dropping lunch packed in pretty cloth for their Lord did not go unnoticed.

This was the only time someone unrelated to work had been seen asking for their Captain and questions about your relation to him were on the tip of everyone’s tongue during break times.

Two fatuus gossiped as they watched the Captain spar in training with his fellow soldiers, admiration evident in their eyes.

“Someone dropped off lunch for him? I thought he would be too busy having meals with high rankers from across Teyvat.”

And after a short pause the other replied, “Dude, hold on, does he even eat? I thought he was superhuman or something.”

“I know you’re dumb, but I didn’t know you were that dumb, my guy.”

“Hey! Just saying… anyway, are we even sure the people weren’t hallucinating when they saw the person drop lunch off for him?”

“I heard it was his favorite meal, freshly cooked, apparently. Who knows, man? Maybe it was a fan or something. Our lord does have a pretty big following, y’know.” The fatuus stated proudly.

Their lively chatter continued until they were called back into training.

…

A few days later, as soon as you found the time, you decided to visit Capitano at work with yet another home cooked meal. You wanted to make most of your time with him before he traveled to Natlan and having meals together would be a good way to wind down a little.

You entered the palace yet again, determined to meet him this time. It should be fine, right? He did say he would inform them..

And as you had hoped so, he did, in fact, inform them. As soon as the same clerk from before saw you, it seemed like her eyes were bulging out of her sockets. All you had to do was reach the desk and she confirmed your name and led you to the training grounds, where he was currently working. It seemed like some sort of training session was in the works, with all kinds of combat taking place between the soldiers in the distance.

Before you could ask her if you were even allowed to enter this place, she bowed and hurried back in the direction of the front desk. The strange behavior didn’t go unnoticed by you but now you had to find your way to Capitano across the opposite side of the field. Since you were here at last, why not just see things through?

The middle of the field was the most densely occupied with various people fighting in different groups, while what you recognised as skirmishers were practicing their aim at dummy targets on the right side. The soldiers were hard at work even in the harsh everlasting winter of Snezhnaya. The left side of the field, however, seemed less crowded compared to the rest as people seemed to be setting up their gear or resting. Your Captain, opposite to you across the field, was busy conversing with a group of soldiers who seemed to be listening to him attentively.

You decided your best option was to take the left side. It would be easier to walk through the calm atmosphere over there.

As you made your way through the crowd, people started to notice you. They were pretty intimidating with their weapons and muscled bodies at display so you decided to be extra careful to not bump into anyone and quickly made your way across, and as you got closer, Capitano’s voice became clear.

“The heat in Natlan will be unbearable. You will be stationed in the wild all day, so make sure you have the appropriate supplies to get you through the day. It is of the utmost importance that...what, what is it? Why are you all staring at me like that?”

The group’s attention shifted from him to you, as you stood behind him and tapped his shoulder.

“Capitano, do you have a moment..?” You asked as he turned around, his armor clinking from the movement.

“Oh, my love!” He exclaimed in a soft voice. “What brings you here? Hold on, let's get you back inside. You’ll catch a cold here.”

The group (and everyone nearby) watched in complete awe as his demeanor from before completely switched from authoritative to somewhat… joyfull? Was Lord Capitano being affectionate?

“I brought you lunch, but I can leave it in your office if you’re busy right now.” You said hurriedly, not wanting to keep him busy.

“No, that won’t do, my love.” He took the package from you and placed his hand on your back. “Eat with me inside.”

He then turned back to the group, who jolted straight up at his sudden change. “Finish the supply preparations once you’re done training. All of you are dismissed.”

“Y-yes, my lord!” They replied in unison and bowed. And yet again, they watched in awe as he guided you back inside the palace, ever so gently, one hand on your back and the other carrying a box wrapped up in a floral patterned cloth. A stark contrast to his all black and blue outfit.

…

As soon as both of you were out of sight, chaos erupted yet again, more loudly this time, with multiple voices talking over the other.

“”My love?” Did he just call them “my love?” Did I hear that right?!”

“What was that? What did we just witness?”

“That was so romantic, holy shit! Was that the same person we take orders from everyday? What the hell?!”

“DID THE LORD HARBINGER JUST… GET VISITED BY THEIR SPOUSE?”

“I thought that ring on his finger was for fashion…”

And that is how they found out that their beloved Captain, who seemed to have no soul outside of his work, was a married man with a loving spouse.

This proceeded to be the hottest gossip in the Fatui for the rest of the month, until they discover more about you from another future visit.

…

BONUS:

Sitting in the privacy of his office, you enjoyed your meal together.

“..You seem to work with very strange people, Capitano.” You said to him.

“Do I? How so?” He asked before you fed him a bite.

“Hm.. actually, nevermind. It would be even stranger if they weren’t strange, considering they work with you.” You chuckled.

You enjoyed your time together and went back home, leaving your beloved in confusion from your conversation, and the sight of you fondly feeding him for him to think about for the rest of the day.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #my writing #genshin fanfic #fatui capitano #capitano #capitano x reader #capitano x you #fatui harbingers #genshin impact fatui #fatui x reader #fluff #genshin harbingers #genshin fluff

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rhk111sblog · 2 years ago

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The A-29B Super Tucano Aircraft of the Philippine Air Force (PAF) seems to be operating on a Buddy System, sharing one Electro-Optical/Forward Looking Infra-Red (EO/FLIR) “Ball” for every two Aircraft while the Armed Forces of the Philippines (AFP) used their newest Assets like the Super Tucanos, Autonomous Truck Mounted-howitzer System (ATMOS) and Hermes Drones to make a devastating strike against the New People's Army (NPA) even under the cover of Darkness

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sayruq · 9 months ago

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After a year of committing genocide in Gaza, more and more Israeli soldiers are quietly refusing orders to return to the strip to fight, saying they are depressed, worn out, psychologically damaged, and unmotivated, according to a report by Ha-Makom magazine published on 20 October. The ultra-Orthodox-oriented magazine interviewed multiple soldiers and parents of soldiers who refuse to return to Gaza. When a platoon of 30 soldiers of the Nahal Brigade was recently ordered to enter Gaza for the latest of several tours, only six reported for duty. “I call it refusal and rebellion,” says Inbal, the mother of one of the soldiers in the platoon.“ They return to the same buildings that they cleaned, each time trapping them anew. They have been to Al-Zaytoun neighborhood three times already. They understand that it is futile and pointless.” Although they had only a fifth of their personnel, the commander still insisted they enter Gaza. “Because they were a small team, they couldn't go out on missions. They just stayed there and waited for the time to pass. It was even more unnecessary.” In addition to battling Hamas fighters, Israeli soldiers have been demolishing residential buildings with explosives, sniping children, shelling hospitals and schools housing displaced people, and destroying Gaza's water and electrical infrastructure. One parent of a soldier in Nahal said that according to her son, “The wards are empty. Everyone who is not dead or injured is mentally damaged. There are very few left who returned to fight. And they're not quite right either.”

According to those interviewed by Ha-Makom, there is no movement among the soldiers to refuse to serve. Instead, one goes quietly to his commander and says he is unable to fight. He is then removed and placed in a non-combat position elsewhere. “Things are resolved within the unit. It happens all the time. There is an incessant covert drop from fighting,” one parent explained.

Soldiers feel demoralized having to return to places in Gaza where they fought months ago and supposedly defeated Hamas. “When the return to the places we were in, such as Jabalia, Al-Zaytoun, and Shujaiya, began, it broke the soldiers,” a parent named Eidit explains.

Ha-Makom added, “After 12 consecutive months of a war that goes nowhere, the soldiers are ‘black.’ In military slang, this means that they are depressed, worn out and unmotivated.”

#yemen #jerusalem #tel aviv #current events #palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #news on gaza #palestine news #news update #war news #war on gaza #fuck the idf #palestinian resistance

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eobe · 14 days ago

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Thank you so much, my dearest Lupe 🤩🥰🫶 Here have another one freshly from the device 🩵✨

Padawan Commander Eo 😽🩵✨ Not revealing her super cool lightblade weapons yet, I must tinker them 😎✨

Owl Squad WIP 🦉✨

3 of 6 OC sheet artworks quite finished 🤩 Some hours of work and now look at my precious boys and hope you like them 😎✨

ARC trooper Source „The Sorcerer“ ♟️

ARF trooper sniper Forest „The Shaman“ 🌳

Heavy gunner and demolition specialist Voice 🎶

I just learned that today is OC Sunday from gorgeous @returnofthepineapple Enjoy some stray clones ☺️

Taglist: @bixlasagna @sunshinesdaydream @covert1ntrovert @vrycurious @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @ladylucksrogue @freesia-writes

My Chaos vode💥 @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech

Precious friends 🫶 @foxwithadarkside @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feralferrule @clonethirstingisreal @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy-art

Owl Squad 🦉 @headphones-ct-09978 @asgre

#star wars #the clone wars #the source code #padawan commander eo #owl squad #41st elite corps #41st ranger platoon #kashyyyk #eo the mikkian #sw oc eo #mikkian oc #mikkians #star wars mikkians #star wars ocs #star wars fan art #clone wars era #empire era #artists on tumblr #art wip

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padawansuggest · 1 month ago

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CloneTok

Clone 1: people be like, look at my terrifying scary Jedi, they just took down an entire platoon of separatists with nothing but a single blink, and then they drag their Jedi out and the Jedi be looking like-

Clone 2: *pulls a confused General Kenobi into the room who looks sleepy with big sad eyes and hugging a Commander Cody plushie*

Obi-Wan: hi?

Both clones: *losing their shit over how cute he is*

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #incorrect star wars quotes #clone wars #incorrect clone wars quotes #CloneTok #spacetok #codywan

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willowchild · 2 years ago

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The army is crazy because they give people the biggest responsibilities ever like. Having a bunch of people's private information, or knowing confidential military info, or being in combat and having to decide if you're going to shoot someone, having a part in any military operation, being a commander and you're responsible for a bunch of people and their mistakes.... and you're like 19

#lol i don't do this shit tho #sooo many ppl with influential jobs or high positions are #young af!!! like early 20s especially.#my company commander at basic training and probs the platoon thingy too was literally 22. anf tbis #*thing there #it speaks

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omniphilic · 2 months ago

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Viltrumite Mark x milf reader wife You know she's gotten older and has become a very beautiful woman, and some people even think Mark is her son instead of her husband you know Since Mark isn't growing up, can you make nsfw and silly 😋❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Cook, my dear, because I know you are the best writer in this world. 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

tags: @secretaccountlol⠀@anatomically-incorrect⠀⠀

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On Viltrum tw: for misogyny and coercive relationships, nepobaby mark, student/instructor relations, power dynamics/imbalance (you over mark, then mark over you), abuse of power, spousal ownership, viltrumite mark is a freak.

cw: contains time skips, canon-divergent au

You are a war mother. You have birthed and trained many Viltrumite soldiers in service to your nation as it prepares for its inevitable hostile takeover of the galaxy. Held in high esteem, you are trusted to instruct the latest generations, instill within them a righteous fury to fight for their people, their birthright, expansion of their glorious empire.

Markus (as he is known on Viltrum) was at one time a pupil of yours who showed great promise. The son of an unlikely pair—the heir to the Viltrumite empire and some soft-hearted woman—Markus carried himself with the composure of Nolan and was a diligent worker. Calm, precise, with a carefully manicured seriousness about him, stormy eyes and that stiff upper lip; his face belied his true emotions and upon further consideration of your current station, it's should have been clear the boy had a certain... infatuation beyond wanting to perfect his fighting forms.

Hindsight being sharp as it is, there was always something about how he stared at you. Markus didn't seem he liked anyone besides his mother, Deborah, but apparently his gestures of affection were tied to acts of service—the way he'd linger after instruction, help you carry equipment to and from training rooms, all in striking silence. The company simply was. You appreciated the help, but not so much so you'd grovel for the boy, be at his beck and call, give up your job or your status just to make it up to him.

It was clear Markus viewed your relationship differently.

What you were less privy to was the extent of this... puppy crush. By the time you notice it's sprouted to more than a bud. In fact, when you laid your eyes on him for the first time, it'd already begun to bear fruit.

He must've been fourteen, pursuing the Hall of Your Betters, wandering hands feeling on the exhibits not meant to be touched.

He already had a favorite.

"I want that one."

Markus points to a statue of you that was erected soon after a platoon of your troops successfully conquered the planet Earth.

He points with the frivolousness of a kid perusing through candy or choosing his new favorite toy. Nolan laughed while Deborah's brows furrowed in confusion. "You want what, Markus?" She looked to the statue, your face captured in delicate serenity, stance imposing, strong. He points more insistently the second time, his expression blank and unchanging. "Her. I want that one. She looks strong, beautiful! Just like you, Mommy." Deborah is hardly flattered.

"Markus... you can't have her. That's not— that's not how that works." Deborah begins to laugh off the ridiculous notion, but that's where Nolan butts in between them, hand laid over Mark's shoulder with that gentle firmness he often used with Mommy.

"Well, not exactly," He begins, though he's not really looking at Mark when he says it, the placid smile on Deborah's face twisted by the ever so subtle quirk of her brow. "Anything you desire could be yours, Markus. It only depends on how hard you're willing to work for it." He gestures to the pedestal and you atop it. "She's not just anybody, son." Nolan is as familiar with you as his job requires, which means little. He is above your station but not unused to seeing your work, the stalwart soldiers you have under your command—he would consider Mark more than worthy to be one of them, though maybe it wouldn't be the highest of honor. Your hand, however? That could prove fortuitous.

Your offspring would be powerful at the very least.

"I'm sure she has plenty of potential suitors—the competition wouldn't be anything to scoff at." Deborah is looking colder, eyes darting up and down Nolan as she keeps quiet. Mark doesn't see it. He can't pry his eyes off of you. "That's a lot of work for one woman, Mark, don't you think?"

"No." Mark does that barely acknowledging glance, where his head turns but his eyes don't move. "I want that one." He says with more insistence than before. Irritation is thick in his tone. He's a microcosm of Nolan in that way, never did like repeating himself.

Nolan is fond of his conviction.

"Okay, Markus." He smiles cooly, cruelly. "I'll hold you to that, then."

Markus, frankly, didn't need the encouragement.

Markus becomes your student when he's of age and makes it his goal to know everything about you. When you rise in the day and settle down for the night, the ranking officers you've slept with—scoping out the competition—and the things that preoccupy your free time. You don't care to be so sweet with your equals, but you have a soft spot for your students, offering them a reprieve from the harsher trials of your peers. You don't pamper them. You've no interest sacrificing progress to coddle children, but your passion doesn't manifest as rage and anger as is common with your kind.

Instead, you are even. Mild-mannered and firm. Your regimen strict, but not undoable, never unfair. Markus finds it easy to respect you on that alone.

Markus finds it easy to be attracted to you too.

However, your statue in the hall doesn't cut as striking of a figure as you do—when he is to inherit the throne, he'd see to changing it to something more accurate to your likeness. You look more intimidating up close than you actually are, smile razor tipped with a mischievous twinkle in your eye. You speak fast and act even faster, your form impeccable as you spring across training grounds that eventually give way to battlefields, blood spilled bountifully in your wake. The offal of your enemies make beautiful offerings to your beloved empire.

Just as you'd make a beautiful offering to your future king.

You think it's just a puppy crush. You still smirk and wave and head out with that thing you call a Husband on your arm. You don't entertain his hypotheticals, don't find his obsession with touching you during training as amusing as he does.

He's a strong student. He would often use this to his advantage.

He manhandles you without recourse until you're all but bent over in front of your cohort of trainees. His technique is technically correct, cheek-to-floor, arm wrenched behind the back, palm to your head. The bulge pressed against you, however, is another thing entirely. It's foul opposed to flattering, especially when he insists upon moving.

He's slow, subtle with it. The gentle rolls of his hips could be confused for the strain of holding you in place, if one had an interest in willful ignorance.

Your students watch him. They watch you. They say nothing.

You notice that more and more now, how often everybody has nothing to say when that boy puts his hands on you. He's hardly lived half your lifetime and yet puts his hands on you as if he's your maker. As if his hands are those of the creators, as if he is the man who sculpted you from clay or carved you from marble, constantly smoothing over your thighs, adjusting wrinkles in your clothing, tucking hair behind your ear.

"I think you've been getting too familiar with me, Markus." It's after training, the room's been cleared. There are a few grunt officers that are supposed to be moving equipment in and out, but the room is bare today. Today, it's just you and him.

He's begun requesting—though one may argue it is not truly a request if it cannot be denied—private training sessions, though it reads more erotica than attempts at perfecting of his martial prowess. He makes you 'demonstrate' rudimentary stretches and stances that force you to contort yourself, legs up and/or spread at any given opportunity. He watches intently, though without so much as a smirk or knit in the brow. He only stares.

You hate it. Scorn it. In the millennia you've lived and more still, you would never find the words to encapsulate your distaste for the boy. That boy, who was never far behind you, vying for your favor. Back then laughing was easy. His desires held no weight when he was simply a child dreaming—a dream you hoped he'd grow out of sooner rather than later.

But now he relegates you to an entertainment. You almost preferred the mindless adoration.

"What do you mean?" He seems to perk up at that, your challenge. Because that's what it is, no? He full well knows what he's doing, he was merely waiting for you to acknowledge it. His efforts. After all, he could have had anything, anyone else.

"These sessions, for one." You push yourself up off your knees and dust yourself off. "My role is instructor. I've the credentials to lead a command and yet you... sequester me like this. What good does your selfishness serve? The empire's? Assuredly not. So why do you insist upon it. Upon this... game. One you are too old to be playing."

A ghost of a smirk tilts the corner of Mark's lips. "Too old? I don't think that's a thing; you can't outgrow fun." He steps towards you. He need not move very fast to close the distance but he does because he knows he frightens you. The boy has grown into a man. He thinks today will be the day you will see that.

"Besides, I really like this one." The room shifts. A feeling in your chest blooms that you're not wholly unfamiliar with. It is insidious, creeps up on you, cold and omnipresent. He's even closer now. You can feel his breath on your face when he leans in to whisper.

"Why do you ask? Does it bother you?" You never take your eyes off him. He's so close he could give you a kiss, he's considering it. "Do you not like me?" You can't help but smile at his gall. Truthfully, you're titillated.

It's been so long since someone challenged you to a fight.

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Men are easy.

Their reputations more often than not proceed them. Once you get past that, they're all bluff and blunder. Unsharp and unrefined.

But Markus had shown so much promise.

You're disappointed to know that even after all these lessons his skills are still so amateur, mistakes of the rookie kind, too much force and too little finesse. All of his motions are slow, stiff, predictable. His eyes don't know how to focus on you, make that switch from friend to foe and you think that's Deborah talking; she does well to remind the boy of his place.

Her correction is clearly not enough.

Teaching Markus requires a more practiced hand. You plan to give him the kind of lesson he'll never forget.

"Markus, please. Don't waste my time or your energy if you're not going to try." You're pissing him off but he can't do anything about it, gliding through the air, wind itself as you zip under his strikes and return fire.

He's surprised by your spryness. The footwork you demonstrate before the class is nothing compared to the lightning that you are on the floor. You're everywhere all at once and nowhere he wants you to be, behind him, the knuckles digging into his spine and the fingers tightened around his throat that pull him closer to you.

"Let go of me—" He's snarling at you, his fingers digging into your forearm as you push him to the ground and keep him kneeling. "Oh what? You're all over me one second, now you don't want anything to do with me. What's the matter sweetheart? Did I hurt you?" You sing sweetly, marveling the way his heart leaps into his throat. "Come on Markus. Don't go getting all soft on me now. Tell me," Your claws dig into the meat of his shoulder. "Am I everything you ever wanted or what, pup?" The pop is resounding, final.

He looks cute fucked up, licking the blood off his upper lip as he tries to get the ringing in his ears to stop.

"No. I think I like you on your knees, heir apparent. Humor me for a bit, won't you?" He's fighting you with the fury of hell, but his disadvantage is one you intend to keep, for now. "If you want a taste so bad," You let him go. "I'll give you what you want." He goes still suddenly; his pupils dilated in disbelief. He looks up, slack jawed a moment.

"Really?"

"Really, really." You cross your arms, his resolve faltering as he's eclipsed by your shadow. " But first things first. You need to help me undress." You hold your foot out to him, en pointe. "Help me out of these shoes."

"Excuse me?" You roll your eyes, exasperated. "You heard what I said. Be a good boy. Help me out of my shoes." He's apprehensive, though you can't tell if it's because he's worried someone might walk in or because he's afraid of how much he likes it, being subjugated. He obliges you, and off the shoe goes. Your toes are finely manicured, painted. Cute, just like the rest of you.

"Now spread 'em." He blanks, then squints up at you. "Your legs, man." You move him yourself when he goes too slow for your tastes, shy all the damn sudden—color you surprised.

"So quiet now..." You raise your foot to his thigh, the flexible material of his suit smooth under your sole as you keep sliding up and up and up. "Let me hear you bark, pup."

You toe the hem of the front of his uniform, the tiny square cloth caught on the tent of his trousers. You push it up and out of the way, gently stroking along the underside of his shaft.

He sucks in a breath as he watches you go along. You tease; the slow and steady application of pressure in increments too small to feel any true relief—you're torturing him. His hands go from clawing at his knees to cupping your calf, his hips bucking up against the sole of your boot as he drops all pretense and begins humping you.

You scoff at him and press your foot down. He's a slide whistle; his whining could put one of those Earth dogs to shame. "Ah ah, you don't move unless I tell you to, sweetness." You hold position until he lets you go. He leans back, looking uncomfortable putting all that power in your hands. In his eyes longing lingers that his body can't express, that you won't let him express.

"Good. Now just sit back, enjoy yourself, and let me enjoy you."

You resume your ministrations, gently massaging his cock through the thin fabric of his uniform as red scores across his cheeks, his confusion at the unique sensation mixing with reluctant arousal. His breath stutters, a damp spot where his tip kisses the fabric of its prison slowly growing. He groans when your heel brushes against his balls, mouth hanging open as he tries to focus his breathing. Then suddenly, you pull back.

"Take it out. I want to see what you have to offer me." He looks embarrassed as he goes to stand, but you're quick to stop him. "I didn't say get up. Stay right where you are. Rip your uniform off if you have to, but you do not rise until I give the order. Understood?"

He opts for the easy route; he hadn't much dignity left to lose anyway.

Markus doesn't hesitate. The sound of cloth ripping fills the room briefly before then it's skin on skin again, the sinful squish of his pre-cum sticking between your toes as slides in-between them.

He's bigger than you expected. It looks a little ridiculous on him, frankly. A boy with more dick than he knows what to do with; something about that makes the whole sordid affair so very amusing.

"What's that human expression?" You cock your head at an angle, eyes glued to his groin as you reach out again. "Thinking with your...?" You barely graze him and he's twitching, the heat of him radiating off in waves.

He's ... really into it. Tongue-out panting and everything. He almost drools on you.

"Easy boy, you keep up like that and you'll—" Warm wetness spills over the bridge of your foot, as if the world saw fit to humiliate Markus too, the balls cushioning your heel tightening ever so slightly as he cums all over you.

"Well, I tried to warn you.” You shrug.

"But that’s fine, this is the fun part," You stick your leg out, smile on your face grown cruel. "Go on Markus, clean up the mess you've made."

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"I thought you'd be more flattered, really," He grunts at you in-between thrusts, the crisp snap of his hips colliding with your ass so loud you're certain your bottom is bruised; your ego's in a similarly sorry state, but you can hardly worry about that when you're focused on keeping your voice down.

He fucks you like he hates you. Your arms are collapsed against your back, cheek-to-floor, pretty ass stuck out—Mark halfway stuck in you.

"I thought I was being courteous. Spending time with you—fuck—paying attention to you." He heaves through grit teeth, sweat trickling up his head into his hairline as he leans over you, panting. "I know everything about you, you know," He breathes you in deep, huffing so hard he might as well be high off you. "Where you go after our sessions, what you do when you're by yourself—god you're tight."

He whimpers, pulling your hips back towards his whenever you wriggle too far away from him, your slick collecting at the base of his dick as he seems to re-excite himself, ramming into your backside with enough vigor to knock the sweat off your brow, twisting your wrist behind your back so hard you worry it may break.

"—pathetic. Humping me like a dog, get off.” It's hard to speak when every other breath is being fucked out of your lungs. Wailing is beneath someone like you but your eyes are bloodshot and wet rimmed because you can't get anything you want, not a victory, not a goddamned moment of peace.

All you get is this animal in your ear and bareback, this beast of burden rutting into your ass. "I am."

Instead, you are made to present.

You thought you were stronger. Markus did not anticipate the miscalculation either—he may have overprepared—but the advantage he intended to keep. Perhaps breeding made you soft. He finds it is as easy to bruise you as it is to break you down.

You can take a punch or two or five but you cannot do it forever. You’re effortlessly outclassed and showed up by the empire’s golden boy, though the comparison feels more literal when he cracks you in the jaw and knocks it out of place. He is the gale that buffets you back, that lays your ass flat on the training mat; you’re too busy being surprised he didn’t knock you out to notice him move. You’re snapping your jaw back in place and groaning from the effort; “Skies above.” You massage your face, trying to will the pain away.

He is already behind you.

You’re catching your breath, don’t notice him, but you’re certainly going to notice him in these next few minutes. Get to know him up close and personal in fact. He pulls your head back and twists you around, and you know that if you don’t acquiesce, he’d surely snap your neck.

“What the hell are you doing, cadet?“ He laughs at your attempt at defiance.

“Oh, so I’m cadet now? I thought me and you were getting too familiar, now you’re treating me like a stranger.” It’s the happiest you’ve ever heard him, and when he pulls you up to your knees, his smirk creeps into his periphery. You think this is the first time you’ve even seen the man smile. It’d be cute in any other instance.

It is not cute when his hand cups the back of your skull, rubbing your face against his bulge. He rocks his hips back and forth, focused so entirely on that point of contact, where the skin of your cheek brushes up against his tip.

“Come on, get me hard.” You’re indignant, he is insistent.

When he has the head jabbing at the corner of your mouth you’re still being facey with him, wasting his pre-cum by smearing it on your lips and teeth. That is when he realized that this teaching method wouldn’t work for something like you. You are regretfully untamed. Ownerless. Why else would you hop from cock to cock? If you had someone that truly satisfied you in that modest hovel you called a home, you wouldn’t have popped out so many bastards with lackluster men, officers below notice.

When you’re on his arm, you’d never need or want for anything ever again. What about that did you not understand?

“What’s that thing humans say? The pupil has become the teacher?” You can’t answer with his cock blocking your esophagus, but your irritation carries a heat that comes off you in waves. It shrinks your pupils pin-small in the pool of your iris, but he can’t take you seriously when you’re like that; when you’re on your knees making those same noises you’d made for those other men. You bob your head up and down as quick as he wants you to, lips puffed up pretty, no moment of rest in between. His dick never leaves your mouth.

Saliva bubbles at the corners of your mouth as he uses your throat to keep his cock warm, infinitely amused by the magic that is your mouth.

You just make dick disappear. Hardly even gag.

“… it’s better than I imagined…”

He whispers so quietly you can’t hear it, not over the sound of your sopping wet mouth, slurping like your life depends on it (and maybe it does).

Don’t even get him started on your pussy. Straight platinum.

You are not similarly impressed, however. He's all brute, blunder and bumble, the sensuality you carefully engrained in your partners entirely absent.

You’d wager Markus has no experience at all.

All you feel is a boy who wishes to don the cape of his father but finds it is ill fitting. All that dick and he doesn't know what he's doing with it. It is embarrassing.

Even more so that you lost to the likes of this wretched thing.

Bust capillaries paint you blue-purple-black where he has this killer grip on your hip, pulling you back to him with the ferocity of a man who has been led to water after centuries of drought, a feast for a man starved his whole life. He’s bruising your guts and he won’t let you get away from it, just going in and in and in and—

“Just cum in me,” Your vision goes white as his tip kisses your cervix and your mind is in such a sorry state you can hardly get the words out, “Just cum in me already, you bastard.” He says nothing, balls battering your clit making your mind fuzzy and eyes cross.

You can sense it though, the change in his breathing, the staccato rhythm of hips. Stutter, stop. You think he likes it when you beg.

Typical…

You pitch your voice up, clench down around him and hear him groan and gasp.

“Cum in me, please.” He’s breathing heavier, panting. You can feel his drool on the small of your back where he’s torn your uniform, the fucking pig.

His hips crack against yours with force that suggests finality, his grip on your wrist easing up. "Almost," He whispers under his breath, speed supersonic. "Just be patient."

A few more minutes pass. Or has it been hours? You can't tell from the lack of windows, but you can't feel your ass and you don’t remember the last time you could.

But eventually, it happens.

Without ceremony, just as abrupt as this whole thing began—his hips slot comfortably against your backside and he holds you to him, voice run ragged as he moans.

"Stay right there. Don't move." You comply, though it's not like you had a choice, not really. You feel him tense behind you a moment, then he cums. It's a lot. Too much, a cherry on top of the torment when he keeps his hold on you firm, unwilling to pull out.

"Finally," He says himself, acknowledging you only when you try to slide off. He smacks your ass so hard you know he bruised it.

"What did I tell you about moving?" You're aggravated, but exhausted, couldn't fight him on it no matter how hard you tried.

"Uppity doesn’t quite suit you, you know. But I had fun, putting you in your place." You can still hear that ingratiating smile in his voice as his hand absently gropes at you.

"You won't give me this much trouble when I'm Emperor, will you?"

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