#he deserves to be bullied though

[moodymisty]

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: Cucking Cato, inspired by @/mothiir ‘s fic. Though it’s less of a true cuck and more of a like, voyeuristic torture.

Relationships: Demetrian Titus/Fem!Reader, Onesided Cato Sicarius/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Cato is getting accidentally/partly cucked lol, Voyeuristic kind of, Light breeding kink,

The room is more than elaborate; It seems like it perhaps was meant for dignitaries and planetary officials before being given to him for his temporary stay in this planetary fortress that held their high lords.

They couldn’t have men of the Ultramarines in unsuitable quarters, he assumes. Especially a Captain such as him. They had instantly given him a place to sleep with a view of gardens and fields, far different than the mountains he had grown used to seeing from the height of the Ultramarine fortress monastery. But even if he has no need of the pleasantries, the vehement respect this planet has shown so far has proven, adequate.

Though now that it’s dark, Sicarius thinks that perhaps the dirt on the ground in the gardens he can see from this room’s singular window would be a better resting place than where he currently is.

He's tried sleeping even though he has no need for it, having slept a few days ago, pacing circles, polishing his weaponry and checking it for even the slightest nick or scratch; Praying to it's machine spirit. But each time he tries to whisper the words he remembers by heart, someone interrupts him; Something thumps against the wall hard enough that it shakes the bed he sits on.

“Titus!”

You have to know you can be heard, do you just not care? Or are you too cockdumb already; You’ve been laying underneath Titus for hours.

It has to be underneath, the way the bedframe hits against the wall combined with your mewls and squeals can only be from Titus driving into you like an animal.

“More more more, please! Just a bit harder,”

Sicarius purses his lips and wrinkles his nose at a nondescript painting of an old lord- who is more than likely long since dead - across from him as he hears you. You’re insatiable, you keep begging for him and his cock like some sort of whore, far below the privileged stature Guilliman had bestowed upon you.

It should be him you're begging to, begging for what scraps he might gift you. But instead Titus gives you whatever you ask of him, like you’re a princess instead of a diplomat.

He would right that greediness in you in an instant, have you asking sweetly for him instead of demanding like Astartes aren’t miles above you.

“You are insatiable, you know that?”

Titus sounds like he would be smiling, if Sicarius could see him. He knows he would be; The shamed lieutenant is always trying to hold back a smile when he sees you.

Now he knows why. Two kindred spirits- The failure and the harlot. He doesn’t know why he didn’t see it sooner. Perhaps because he’s been so dismissive about you, taking his duty so vehemently but having little interest in you yourself, that he somehow failed to see the signs.

"It's like you were made for Ultramarine cock, little one,"

Sicarius briefly wonders what you would both do if he hit the wall; If he yelled that he could hear you both, to shut up and stop. He also debates getting up and breaking down that neighboring door himself, scolding Titus for a clear breach in duty and send him tumbling further down Ultramarine ranks.

"Yes! Yes, I love you TItus..."

He hears Titus chuckle and return your sentiment, and Sicarius snarls in his empty room. They're Ultramarines, they should be beyond things like love and lust, and yet Titus is falling for both.

"You're so tight, my sweet girl,"

Sicarius rolls his eyes. Why Titus always insists on being so soft with you- blunting all of his edges - he will never understand. You keened and mewled the most when he told you that you were made for Ultramarine cock, clearly you want him to tell you what you really are. That you want your cunt filled with only the finest of the Emperor’s angels. He would show you what your use should be instead of a prized diplomat, they very reason they are here on this backwater planet with paltry scenery. If not for your presence, they would have covered this planet in ash by now.

It should be him that degrades you, that tells you what you really are. But instead Titus remarks about how wet you are, how ready and able you are to take him. You’re a good girl, you’re strong; Sicarius would never say those things to you.

For awhile the talking ceases, and Sicarius finds it a bit easier to distract himself away from the sounds of mindless moaning, TItus' hips slapping against you and the bed knocking against the wall, though it's as if saying one torture is better than another. He manages to finish the prayers to his bolster’s machine spirit, and then once again finds his mind quickly drifting back to you.

Why is he so invested in this? Why can’t he just block it out and forget like anything else? Is it because the amount of rules in the Codex that Titus is breaking? Is it because it’s you?

“Inside, inside please don’t-“

Sicarius angrily pushes his hand over his hair, flattening it against his head. You just keep begging, you want him so badly. He swears he can hear your nails clawing at Titus’ shoulders and trying to keep him close to you.

Sicarius swears he can feel it, a ghost of that feeling, the raking bite of blunt nails against his already scarred skin. Who cares if he gets a few more.

“I don’t want you to have to explain why you are suddenly with child,”

Titus gently says, strain in his voice. He's close, Sicarius can tell even though muffled.

“Guilliman knows, Guilliman knows I am with y-“

Sicarius’ breath hitches. His brow furrows and his hands rest more limp around the combat knife he’d been vigorously polishing.

…His primarch knows of this?

All of the times Sicarius had voiced his opinion about you, complained about your uncouth behavior and lack of professionalism bringing shame to their Legion, your sickly sweet smile and soft form, he knew you were bonded to Titus? And he has neither said nor done a single thing?

Why did the realization feel like a stab, and why does it ache like one?

"You'll make fine Ultramarines, then,"

Sicarius can't stop the image of you that takes over his mind; Of your jewelry against your skin, elegant dress changed by the swell of a big round belly. No one would know that one of the Ultramarines serving in your retinue is the father of that child, and perhaps if SIcarius was willing to deny reality, he could pretend in that moment that it was him.

It should be him; He is the Grand Duke of Talassar, one of the greatest Ultramarines that's ever lived, and you chose to risk getting bred by Titus? He could give you a child that was stronger than what any other man could give you, that he would help raise to protect you, without a father that has a permanent stain on his name.

It should be him, he thinks as he hears you mewl and cry, Titus' deep voice groaning. It becomes muffled before quickly stopping; He assumes because Titus’ kissed you.

But only now does the noise and the shaking finally stop, both finished. You say something about wanting to sleep, asking Titus to say. He agrees. Sicarius gets up, but somehow doesn’t remember where he was planning to leave to, and just stands in silence

It should be him.

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

Who hell do you think you are? You’re any kind of artist? Anybody knows who you are?

Maybe everybody else wants to enjoy the peace and quiet. This is one of the most important places in North America, and who are you? Who are you? You miserable, presumptuous, no talent- you’re no artist. An artist respects the silence. It serves the foundation of creativity. 

You obviously don’t have the talent. You don’t have enough respect for yourself or other people to know what it means to respect yourself, in music or any form of creativity, and I’m an NYU film school graduate. Sucker. And the school of visual arts in the academy of art university in San Francisco.

You suck. You’re a no talent. If you really have talent go practice and then get yourself a gig instead of ruining the day for everybody down here. You disgrace. You are everything that’s gone wrong in this world. You’re a self consumed, no talent, mediocre piece of shit. And I’ve earned my right to say it, okay? In 1975, I walked Bob Dylan up on stage. Who the fuck are you? I knew the Grateful Dead from 1966.

Who the fuck are you?

You’re nothing. You are nothing. And you will never be anything. Never. How dare you? You miserable mediocre nothing. Shame on you. You crack a stupid little smile, you little pimp. Go learn to play. You’re flat. You can’t even carry a fucking note. I don’t care about your little horn lip, it doesn’t mean you know how to play. You’re flat. I’ve trained classically, I’ve trained contemporaneously, and

you suck. 

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Original video that's being referenced

[k-llforme]

Evan Rosier and Severus Snape being close friends.

Evan is the first one outside of the Snape Gang to care about Sev. The one to spend his time w him and get Dora and Sev to bond over potions and experiments.

The one to outwardly protect him, in front of everyone, from the bullies - without shame and second thoughts - the first time he saw it happening clearly in front of him. The one who saw the scared boy under the mask and just smiled gently. The one who would not accept having a friendship w the marauders so easily, after the skittles and they started to merge together- even if James had changed and they all had stopped humiliating Sev.

The one who would have arguments and leave the room every time they approached them. The one who would only be friends w Remus out of the four for a long long time.

The one scared of back-stabbing Sev w that friendship.

The one who would get hurt at seeing his friends joke with those boys, now good but so unjust in the past, while not only thinking of what they did to Sev, but also being reminded of the people who bullied his sister in the first years.

The one who would work on Severus to make him apologize and restore his friendship w Lily.

Evan Rosier who saw another form and type of Pandora Rosier's strangeness in Severus Snape and got excited.

Evan Rosier and Severus Snape being best friends.

[beardeddetectivepaper]

[alchemiclee]

I personally don't understand why kaveh x alhaitham is currently such a popular ship. haitham torments poor kaveh 😭 they're complete opposites and seem to hate each other. wouldn't they just be pure misery together? 😭 they remind me of straight couples. most straight couples I know hate each other and at least one harasses and torments the other and yet they call it "LOVE" and stay together, barely even tolerating each other, and being insanely miserable. it's usually as if they don't posses the self awareness to recognize it 😭 I don't understand why they do that. is that why that's such a popular shipping trope? because people keep doing it irl and think its goals or normal? i think it should stop personally lmao don't do that to yourselves 😭

[kazuichikazuichi]

Kazuichi for the Character Bingo

THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME ABOUT HIM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA literally my favourite character of everything ever he is my special guy he is everything to me

under the cut for a non kaz thing:

yeah, they're my cats, and thank you!! and lola says thank you as well 🐈‍⬛

[batw1nggg]

in my opinion komaeda is like a really enthusiastic feminist like if he wa sbeing annoying and you wanted him to shut up and you told him “thats sexist because im a woman” (he said nothing sexist) he would back down immediately and begin profusely apologizing even if you were joking . can condone murder but draws the line at sexism etc etc (komaeda enthusiasts look to tags for further rambles)

[siren--squid]

PLAYED ALL OF SOULSCAPE LAST NIGHT...... RAMBLING SPOILERS IN THE TAGS...... :D

[astrxealis]

fuuta currently having a LOT of innocent votes i am very happy about that

[helpimstuckinafandom]

So I decided to read Cruel Prince because one of these popular book series has to be good and Holly Black wrote Spiderwick so I trust her more than other authors and I'm 100 pages in and so far I like the protagonist her and her sisters are all valid for the way they feel in this situation and I'm mad curious to find out why Cardan is so cruel and all that I guess

[creatureshrieks]

bios are completed for chrissy cunningham. (warnings for depression, eating disorders) kurt kunkle. (warning for maximum cringe! murder, death, torture) feel free to IM if you’re interested in plotting something with either.

[longagoitwastuesday]

I know Mai is sort of like the typical "kind of a bitch" female character that often has a lot of sexist tropes playing around, but for some reason... I actually like her?

[wallabywannabe]

We had a tense moment earlier were it seemed like Petra maybe wasn't ready for dinner yet and Purrcy would either have to go hungry or...eat first? Before his sister? Unthinkable! Breaking of the weird eating hierarchy that is entirely of Purrcy's making?

Fortunately after a minute she decided she could eat, after all, and Purrcy enjoyed his food shortly after.

[painted--constellations]

woke up from an awful dream and i don’t even understand what it was all about

[possumkingluca]

thinking about how my dnd character azazel feels like he's constantly being misjudged and viewed as someone he isn't because he's a noble and actively chooses to hide the fact he's a noble from people and hates being referred to by his last/full name and his title because of it... and multiple of the party members (one more so than the others) proceeding to constantly act like he's this pretentious stereotypical spoiled rich boy when he most definitely isn't is probably one of the things to happen of all time like yeah ok guys keep proving my point thanks

[aether-link]

Dude, Comic book Zuko hits waaayy different to me then animation Zuko does.

Bro had Azula by the scruff of her collar and hangs her over a cliff face….good lord.

Talk about takes no shit no more, sheesh. 😶