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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

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[omg1wanttidd1es-sb]

Argentina lost you guys get sexy constructor dorn

[damoclesdarling]

wonderful photomode selfies from user @ fabino on tiktok. (Link)

Genuine happiness in these photos 😭💓 rip getting his phone taken away at the end....

[primarchpenissucker]

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[tyranid-online]

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.

Perturabo He initially assumes something is wrong because the sleeping position is structurally impossible. One leg is twisted sideways, one arm is beneath the pillow, their neck is positioned at an angle that should result in immediate mechanical failure and somehow they have occupied nearly the entire bed. “How.” Perturabo walks around it slowly analyzing. His beloved snores and Perturabo frowns. He attempts to move them into a healthier position but they immediately roll back. He tries again, they expand sideways and steal his pillow. Perturabo becomes increasingly offended by the inefficiency of sleep until his beloved mumbles his name in their sleep and reaches blindly toward him. All frustration disappears. The next morning there is a new custom pillow support system beside the bed. No explanation is provided.

Jaghatai Khan He takes one look and laughs delightedly. His beloved is lying sideways across the bed, hair everywhere, blankets kicked off, one foot somehow resting on the headboard. “How did you get there?” They snore in response and he finds the whole thing hilarious, especially the fact that such a small person has conquered a bed built for a Primarch. He tries to climb in but there is no room, his beloved somehow claimed all available territory. Jaghatai gently shifts them and they immediately roll toward him and throw one arm over his chest… now he is trapped. He grins, great outcome. In the morning, he tells them everything and even imitates the snoring.

Russ He thinks it’s the cutest thing he has ever seen. His beloved is tangled in blankets, hair wild, snoring openly, occupying most of the bed like a victorious warlord. “Look at you.” Russ stands there grinning. “Conquered the whole territory, have you?” The beloved makes a strange noise and hugs a pillow tighter, Russ laughs so loudly they almost wake up. He doesn’t care about snoring or messy hair for his are even worse. He climbs into the bed and simply picks his beloved up, places them on top of him and goes to sleep. Problem solved.

Dorn He observes the situation in silence. His beloved is asleep diagonally with hair tangled and mouth open, their breathing occasionally produces a soft whistle and they are occupying an unreasonable percentage of the mattress. Dorn calculates available sleeping space. He attempts to move one pillow and the beloved immediately claims the newly opened area. He tries adjusting the blanket and they steal it. Finally he lies on the edge of the bed with perfect posture while his beloved sleeps like a natural disaster beside him. He finds it endearing but simply doesn’t display this in obvious ways. On the next day the bed is swapped for one wider.

Konrad Curze Curze enters expecting vulnerability and perhaps something delicate but instead he finds his beloved sleeping like they were thrown down a staircase. He stares and smiles slowly, a strange soft expression nobody is supposed to see. He finds it bizarrely precious and insults them with great tenderness.  “You are hideous.” His beloved snores louder. “Repulsive.” He gently moves the hair away from their nose. He becomes violently protective of their sleeping privacy, only he is allowed to witness the creature beneath the blankets.

Sanguinius His beloved is sleeping sprawled across the bed with tangled hair, one knee raised, face squashed into a pillow and making tiny snoring noises. Sanguinius lets out a genuine helpless smile because there is something deeply comforting about them feeling safe enough to sleep terribly around him. He gently sits beside them, the beloved shifts and takes up even more space. Sanguinius laughs softly and carefully wraps the wings around them.

Ferrus He assumes they are injured because no one sleeps in that position voluntarily. Their arm is bent beneath them, the hair is tangled across their face and one leg is completely outside the blankets. Ferrus walks over and examines closely, they snore and he relaxes slightly. He notices they have taken over most of the bed. He nudges them. Nothing. He tries moving their leg and they immediately kick the blanket farther away. The next morning he bluntly informs how remarkably inefficient they are while unconscious.

Angron He enters quietly and his beloved is completely unconscious with hair tangled, blankets twisted, one arm stretched over his pillow and snoring softly. They are defenseless, peaceful and safe. Angron stands there for a long moment. The beloved makes a ridiculous sound in their sleep and Angron almost laughs. He walks closer and simply sits beside them, they shift toward his warmth immediately without hesitation. He doesn’t understand why but that makes him emotional. He carefully moves one blanket over their shoulder.

Roboute Guilliman He comes in intending to check whether his beloved is sleeping properly. Technically they are but their hair is everywhere and they have taken up an astonishing amount of space. Guilliman studies the situation and the remaining six inches of mattress. He tries gently rotating them into a safer position and they immediately return to the original one. He adjusts the pillow and they throw it onto the floor. He quickly realizes that sleep can’t be administrated while the beloved sleeps on. He tries to lie down beside them but there is still no room so he ends up sleeping at an awkward angle. “We may benefit from a larger bed.” He says the next morning.

Mortarion He sees the beloved sleeping badly and immediately approves of the sheer honesty of it, for he finds the lack of performance strangely comforting. He doesn’t move or correct their position and lets them occupy most of the bed. He has endured worse conditions. The next morning he will tease with brutal honesty.

Magnus the Red Magnus finds the entire thing fascinating. His beloved is asleep in a position he has never seen documented in any anatomical text and occupying almost the entire bed. He considers using telekinesis to reposition them but decides against it because somehow they look comfortable. He sits nearby reading. Every few minutes they produce a strange noise and Magnus looks over every time. Eventually they roll over and throw one arm across his lap so Magnus stays completely still so he doesn’t wake them. The next morning he delightedly explains that they demonstrated seven distinct sleeping positions. He counted.

Horus He sees his beloved sleeping like a disaster and instantly smiles without hesitation. He loves it. The fact that someone so small has conquered an enormous bed is intimate and real. Nobody else but him gets this version of them. He sits beside them and gently brushes hair away from their face, the beloved answers by snoring directly against his hand. He laughs and takes a picture for affection but also possibly for teasing.

Lorgar He finds it spiritually beautiful and makes everyone uncomfortable about it. His beloved is sprawled across the bed completely without dignity and Lorgar sees profound meaning, they trust him and have surrendered consciousness beside him without fear. “There is holiness even in this.” He whispers. Vulkan He is overwhelmingly affectionate and thinks every part is precious. Vulkan smiles so warmly the room may actually get brighter. He could easily move them but he doesn't, instead he carefully climbs into the remaining space. The beloved rolls closer, he pulls the blanket over them both. If they wake embarrassed Vulkan laughs and kisses their forehead.

Corvus Corax He is quietly amused, tender and slightly impressed. He watches from the doorway and smiles slightly. It’s a rare sight and they look completely unguarded. Corvus retrieves the blanket and places it over them, they immediately kick one foot out. He adjusts it again and the foot returns. He accepts defeat and sits in the nearby chair, reading. When the beloved wakes up he shows them a small sketch, he tenderly documented the territorial expansion.

Alpharius Omegon One twin enters, sees their beloved sleeping sideways occupying nearly the entire enormous bed and leaves. The other twin enters, sees the same thing and leaves. They return together and their beloved shifts taking even more space. In the morning they proudly inform the beloved that they successfully denied two Primarchs access to their own bed.

[theajnabi]

this feels a little TOO accurate

[varliona]

konrad vlad and other

[takengrave]

Wonder what the back of his head look like

[giantnerdsnake]

[catabibaz0n]

A quick gender bent roboute gilliman!

[rawme-price]

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.

[d3athwish]

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?

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

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

[omg1wanttidd1es-sb]

Loser redraw

[green-square-anon]

[hazybleary]

knock knock

[omg1wanttidd1es-sb]

Lovely Comission for @loverofbumblebees

Giving vulkan a well deserved vacation 🙏🙏