In human history, elite warriors known as 'knights' in Europe were as varied as the beings they served. Some had codes to follow, others lived for slaughter or riches. One thing was always the same however. Cross them at your peril! This is a fanfiction, I own no rights to Warframe. There will be spoilers from The New War and other Warframe quests.

Humanity fought with every weapon and idea in one final war, one final spark. They snuffed themselves out. But a spawn of the greatest minds of the era, survived the turmoil of time. Armed with nothing more than orders from long dead masters and antiquated equipment, they will take on the world if need be, and take on the world they will. (Slight AU)

You (A female Mag) wakes up in a strange place while being strapped down and unable to move with Corpus everywhere. You don't know how you got here but with little time to regain your senses you are forcibly raped and forced to bear life. Tags: Female Pov, Rape, Forced Pregnancy, Breast Milking, Sexual Slavery

You (A male or futanari corpus researcher) heads out to study various flora on the Orb Vallis with your recently hired Nyx bodyguard. Things take a turn for the worst when she responds to you saying you are cold to demand sex to warm you up, and she isn't taking no for an answer. Pov of being tricked into seeing something totally different before having your mind utterly broken.

A collection Warframe smut I've made

Not every Grineer has a story. Most Grineer don't have secrets. But Doan does. She's smarter than the average Grineer, and her secret is quick, invisible, and has horns.

A collection of Warframe smut stories focusing on a clan of Graxx Warframes lead by our main character Ember, a sexy little she-devil with extra package down there. Feel free to drop a review or ask me anything. (contains Futa)

You are a nondescript Operator (male or futanari) who has recently awoken from the Second Dream and quickly began "exploring" your Warframes from a brand new perspective. You notice your new Warframe, Ember, is finally completed in your foundry but instead of taking her to battle you immediately bring her to your quarters to test her out properly...

A warrior slumbered, hidden away from the worlds outside, friend and foe both merely long distant memory. Awakened, and immediately thrust into combat, where now will his loyalties lie? A striking blade or a guarding shield, both require a solid foundation for effective use, and time tends to erode foundations.

You are a Corpus Engineer (male or futa, your choice) who finds themselves working during a Warframe attack on the ship. You try to flee but end up getting pinned under the boot of a Nova, which you find arousing. But does she? Tags: Nova, Dominant Female, Light BDSM Theme, Submissive POV, Cum In Pussy, Mild Implied Non-Con

Pov focused story where you, a nondescript syndicate member, (either male or futa) pays a Mag Warframe to have sexual relations with you. Specifically, you paid her to give you a footjob and it ends up being even better than you imagined. Contains: Foot fetish, cumming on feet, orgasm denial, dominant female.

I write a lot and it got far more complictaed than I planned. Several people have asked for a character list and I planned to do so, but my old computer died, so I had to re-write it. Here it is, starting with Warframe stories. OC with significant guest stars marked as well.

Same old, same old. Same stuff, different day. Or... Not. Things are rarely what they seem at first glance, especially in the Warframe universe. This is a fanfiction, I own no rights to Warframe.

Continuation from the first story, watch as the Origin System changes even more with new frames, new foes, and new members to the cause as Nor sees as the old war batters at the gates.

Crimson, like the petals of a poppy, her favorite flower, and his favorite color. Crimson, like the blood shed by cruel men. Like the one that murdered her husband and son. Titanium, like the metal shunted aside by the tastes of the higher castes, disliked for its grey color, but strong. Titanium, like the framework of a building, standing strong against the setting sun, alone

The Tenno were awake, they who had journeyed beyond the boundaries of reality and returned from the place the Orokin called Hell. Who can say how many they've saved from a life of darkness, and how many they've cast into the abyss. Every story is a piece of the puzzle, surah... and the universe is full of stories. [Anthology. See inside for Masterlist/Individual Synopsis]

A Tenno goes to Uranus to blow off some steam. The Grineer stationed there, however, get a very different experience...

Over time, memories become distant. Memories of friends, loved ones, achievements. It all fades. What would you do to hold onto them? Where would you go? Who would you have around you? The Tenno know this fact well: That you must lose it all before you can become what you must for the sake of the system.

The worst has come to pass. War ravages the tattered remnants of the origin system. Grineer and Corpus driven to the brink of destruction, Tenno all but annihilated, yet the few that remain refuse to surrender.

(AU) A collection of profiles, syndicates dossiers, observation logs, PSA's, personal excerpts, and more, covering the lives of the crew of the Orbiter as well as the other denizens of the system. All tied together in a storyline that features the Tenno taking on their enemies while Chroma learns to deal with the sudden attention he's receiving from a few of his female teammates.

This is a repository with in-universe ideas and explanations for the rules and limitations I operate under when writing my other Warframe related nsfw stories. The repository is still incomplete, but it should give you an idea of how things work. As always, you are free to let me know what you think and suggest things as well!

As he struggles to find his place among the wrought of war, an attempt on his life thankfully failed, Warren finds a way to change the present. Even though the past still sits clouded to him now, it will unveil in time... truths that change nothing of his current place. [CONTENT WARNINGS INSIDE] [MIRROR]

Once a subject to the Orokin war machine, pulled from the endless dread of a somatic cradle, Warren must contend with a world long changed. Riddled with the mental scars he struggles to find his place... [CONTENT WARNINGS INSIDE] [MIRROR]

Even if you don't like some of your Family of the Blood, there is always Family of the Heart.

After the dirge of the Zariman, Warren has little else left. As he's pushed to endure controlling host bodies, taking countless warframes to their death for the dreaded Orokin Empire - and whatever small spark of hope, he latches onto. For any change among the trauma and the dread. [CONTENT WARNINGS INSIDE] [MIRROR]