Hey, name's Raphael (He/Him)
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@ektoparasite
Hey, name's Raphael (He/Him)
I'm 19
Pretty multi fandom, open minded freak
I speak Ger/Rus/Eng
I write sometimes, if you're interested in my insomniac ramblings u can find them here
Currently very busy so updates and answers to asks will be slow xx
Argentina lost you guys get sexy constructor dorn
wonderful photomode selfies from user @ fabino on tiktok. (Link)
Genuine happiness in these photos 😭💓 rip getting his phone taken away at the end....
@ektoparasite
ok so this is kinda dumb and a lil silly but like. what do you think the primarchs would think seeing their beloved be a terrible/ugly sleeper? like they walk in to check on their beloved and their s/o is just sound asleep in bed, messy tangled hair, snoring, in an awkward position, and taking up half the bed (which is a feat in and of itself considering its primarch sized lol) would the primarchs find it endearing? embarrassing? funny?
Primarchs discovering that they beloved is an ugly sleeper Lion El’Jonson He entered the room silently only to check whether his beloved is resting properly but instead he finds them sprawled diagonally across the enormous bed, hair covering half their face, mouth slightly open, one arm hanging over the edge. The s/o snore and the Lion stops and looks toward the door checking whether anyone else witnessed this catastrophic breach of dignity. The s/o rolls over and somehow expands farther occupying the bed even more which should be physically impossible. The Lion studies the situation like an unfamiliar battlefield. Eventually he carefully moves one strand of hair away from their mouth so they don’t eat it in their sleep. He finds it endearing but will never admit it, if anyone else sees his beloved sleeping like this they are sworn to silence.
Fulgrim Fulgrim is horrified by seeing his beloved sleeping face down, hair tangled into a nest, one cheek crushed against the pillow, snoring softly with absolutely no regard for symmetry. “My love.” He approaches. “My beautiful, exquisite-” The beloved snorts in their sleep and turns over with the grace of a collapsing building. Fulgrim covers his mouth trying not to laugh. The situation is deeply undignified and also unbearably adorable. He takes a picture for private appreciation later and gently arranges the blankets, trying to move their hair into something less catastrophic but gives up when they immediately rub their face against the pillow and ruin it again.
this feels a little TOO accurate
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Wonder what the back of his head look like
A quick gender bent roboute gilliman!
You tried it exactly once, fake moaning for simon, head tossed back and all breathy. A real convincing act in your opinion.
"....what the fock was tha'?" Ghost freezes above you mid-thrust. Forearm braced above your head, breath hot against the curve of your neck.
Ghost is the space between a pulled trigger and the target it hits, the breathe of every soldier on a battle field. You should know nothing gets past him. You whine, low and needy and intentional, squeeze around his cock and push at his chest "c'mon si...why did you stop?"
Ghost narrows his eyes, fully sits up until he's resting on his heels, arms crossed and thighs keeping your legs spread open. "Stop that. Fuckin– stop it."
You twist in the sheets like a trapped animal, try to entice him to keep moving. Using all those tricks because you know he likes it from the way his cock twitches—
"I. Said. Stop." Two large hands pin you down, and when you finally meet ghost's eyes he looks furious "thought I wouldn't notice that fake shit? Fuckin' mocking me?"
Your stomach twists when he thrusts in, slow and deep, studying your every expression. "You think i can't make you scream? Can't please you?"
"You do! Si– you do please me–" you try to plead, clenching tight at the next thrust. "It's not because of that! You feel good, I promise–"
"Then what? Huh?" Another, deeper thrust that has your mind nearly shutting off from pleasure. His whole body rolls into it, more consciously putting on a performance for you now.
"It's...I...I don't make noise, si. I'm not loud." You whisper, face pinched. "I didn't want you to think I'm not enjoying it..."
For a moment, ghost just stares at you.
He lowers himself down, muscles moving under skin like a predator stalking prey. Full of potential to ruin you. His arms cage you in until all you can focus on is ghost.
"I want to hear you. Got it? Don't care what it sounds like so long as 's you." He grumbles, really settles his weight back into you.
Tentatively, you nod.
"Good. See? Wasn't so hard, now was it?" He pulls nearly all the way out, tucks back into your neck, and fucks you like he's trying to prove a point.
Quiet gasps, small whimpers and nothing more falls from your lips. Your orgasm is silent only in voice when you rake your hands along his back hard enough to break skin. When you have to bite into his shoulder after the second.
Later, ghost will wear the wounds like a badge of honor. He does need fake moans when he's got all the proof of your pleasure burned into his skin.
me, mentally flipping through the various daydream universes i’ve crafted up like records in a crate: hmm, which fantasy shall i indulge in tonight?
today I saw a pair of fellow tumblrinas (gender neutral) arguing over how fuckable roboute guilliman is. now, I think every person should be allowed to decide a blorbo’s fuckability for themselves. however, a blorbo’s knowledge of sex should be derived from their lore. roboute guilliman is a micromanaging administrator. this man has definitely written multiple sex ed courses, concocted safe sex campaigns, and very possibly distributed flavored condoms. forget about your fuckability debates and please take a moment to imagine THIS guy
telling you to Wrap It Up to prevent space aids or whatever
Loser redraw
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