#custodes x reader

[catboy-valdor]

Altheon out here fighting my artblock like it's Horus himself.

(Spoiler: they're losing)

(WIP)

Altheon alone under the cut, and some details

Full hairstyle technically

[thevoidscreams]

For your mating press march: Adeptus Custodes. That’s basically it. Let me be sandwiched and devoted to; make little children of gold. Please?

I imagine this must be ordained by the emperor.

Warnings: Arranged marriage (of a sort), Three way, making out, ball play, you get stuffed like a twinkie.

Word count: 3512

The custodes were only taken from the best houses of the best families on Terra. It had always been that way. They were expected to produce a child as a tithe and most families were glad to give a son or daughter even as soon as the day of birth. But it wasn't always feasible. Even the emperor knew this and thus had alternative options in place for such an event. That should a noble house die out, or be unable to give to the tithe, the still living sons or daughters of these houses that had joined the custodes would carry on the family line.

At least that was the explanation given to your mother and father as a ship arrived that day, unexpectedly and without any prior warning. They had a list of all the young noble women who could possibly handle the task of continuing the lines of not one, but two noble houses. Most women had been exempt on grounds of marriage or infertility or some other health related concern.

That left few to be considered, you were to be taken to the palace of Terra and endure the tests they had to run. Your parents didn't explain much when you returned home. Just telling you to be ready to leave. Not married and having no known prior health concerns you were taken that day with only enough time to gather a small handful of belongings.

It was a terrible shock but the crew sent to gather you, didn't seem to care. In their minds you should have been on your hands and knees, thanking them for giving you this honor.

After a long day of travel you were tired, you missed home and you just wanted to rest but as soon as the ship landed you were crammed into another transport that drove for several minutes before stopping again to deposit you into a facility where you were taken again with little explanation. The tests took hours and were beyond invasive. In all it left you very drained. But you kept your head up, you would not let these people see you bested.

After the tests they brought you into a smaller room. This one was much more comfortable. With a plate of finger foods to help stave off the gnawing in your belly.

A man in robes came in. He was full of augmetics and he had a data slate that he was reading from.

"Your tests have come back with sufficient perimeters. Word has been sent to your family. You are the only successful candidate. Which entails that you will stay here in the palace as such time as you have provided a suitable number of heirs." He spoke in a flat and monotone voice before leaving. "Sufficient? Heirs, plural? What does that mean?"

The door shut with a heavy thump and you were left alone again. What was happening?

An hour passed and the door slid open. A young woman in a serf's uniform came in with a big smile. It seemed forced. "Wow, you are a pretty one, and so lucky! Oh, where are my manners, my name is Jun, I'll be helping you get ready miss. There's a lot to do." Jun led you out and you pressed her for further details. "Where are we?" "Why, miss the holy palace of course." You left the smaller hall where the room had been and found yourself in a grander one. With ceilings so high you could have comfortably fit your whole house in there.

"I-I don't understand. Why am I here?" Jun looked back at you with wide eyes. "Was my lady not informed?" She pressed you more quickly into a hot steamy room, a bath, you quickly realized.

"No, my parents were talking to these people when I got home and then, I was just packed up and shipped off. I have no idea why I'm here."

Jun shook her head as she began to pull layers of clothes from you. "I'm to get you ready for the custodial guards ma'am." "The custodial guard!? But I'm not a warrior." You balked as she helped you step into the bath, giggling at your comment. "No, my lady you are for them. They require more, you are here to help two of the guardians produce heirs." The realization hit you like a warhammer. "I'm to be breeding stock?" "Why do you seem so down ma'am? It is a great honor. And you alone seemed to have met their impossibly high standards." No wonder your parents had shipped you off so quickly. If they hadn't they might have brought down the ire of the god emperor's guardians on them.

You allowed Jun to wash your body and hair, all the while she chirped about how beautiful you were and how lucky and what an honor you'd had bestowed upon you.

When she was done, she dried you off, and a few more women came in to help massage oils into your skin and comb and dry your hair, they had come with clothes of such elegant creation that it had made even your high end designs look like a ganger's rags.

You'd never looked more radiant. Your skin practically glowed and the women all gushed and pampered you. "To think, this will be your life from now on." The sentence didn't fully sink in. But you could surely get used to this. As a woman who looked a lot like Jun began to cut and shape your nails you felt your body relax. Hey, if it meant having some sex every once in a while you could do it if it entailed being treated like royalty.

At last you were ready, the women who had helped prep you brought you to another waiting room, leaving you with well wishes. A door on the other side of the room opened, a towering figure, clad in all gold stood a spear in one hand as the other raised to beckon you. You obeyed immediately, without much thought that you had done it.

"Are you the one I am to.." "No, they are waiting for you." The voice replied, from behind the grill of the helm it was hard to discern who or even what gender they are.

The walk was long and done silently the rest of the way. You had never seen such opulence. The building was like one giant art piece.

You saw more golden giants as you went. They did not move from their stations or even turn their heads. But you could tell that they followed you with their eyes. You weren't sure how.

The custodian sent to gather you stopped and you did as well. They gestured to the doors before you. They were tall and more broad.

"Well, um, thank you. Have a nice day." You mumbled a bit awkwardly to the custodian, who didn't respond and turned to leave.

The doors were unlocked as you pushed your way in. The room looked like the kind you'd seen before at your parent's fancy parties. The kind you usually didn't go into when not in use. With comfortable lounging furniture. A table of wines and refreshments was on the far wall. The only difference was the large bed that you could have laid across several times over. And of course the two towering men stood by the long table of food as you entered. They were handsome, beyond any man you'd ever met. Their faces were angular and symmetrical, one had long blond hair tied up into a bun and the other was black haired but both had similarly grey eyes. They more than met what you expected. In fact they far exceeded anything you could have dreamed of.

"You must be our bride then?" The dark haired custodian spoke. His voice had a rich quality to it, deep and velvety. But what he said had taken you by surprise. "Bride?" You asked.

"You are the woman who was brought to aid in maintaining our houses, are you not?" The blond asked, his voice wasn't as deep but it had warmth to it that his companion's did not.

"That is me, yes. I'm sorry you just referred to me as your bride so I was a bit confused."

"Well then I shall keep this simple for you." The dark haired custodian began. "You are the only candidate to make it here. The others were not up to the standards we require of all women or men who come to us for this express purpose. You have been informed of your duties I have no doubt. But there is more to it than just simple sex and reproduction. An heir cannot come from a broken home. So in accordance with the agreements set forth by the emperor and houses of old, all noble women who are brought to bear the children of a custodes must be wed to them legally."

Your head swam with the information. This was a lot more involved than you thought. "But there's only one of me. Who am I supposed to marry?"

The blond custodes stepped forward, having poured a glass of wine. He sat you on a lounger and gave you the glass. "That is what we will find out soon enough."

"I see. May I ask, what are your names?"

The dark haired custodian spoke first. "I am Zalkiel Tamit and this is Veran Tarcherus."

"It's very nice to meet you both." You smiled and gave them your name, even more nervous than you had been before.

They nodded. "Well met. You have nothing to fear from us, we are on orders not to hurt or kill you unless you attempt to harm us or attempt to escape."

"Oh! Well I wasn't planning on either of those things." You took a sip of the wine, it was sweet and you focused on the flavor instead of the nervousness you felt. "And when will we learn which of you I am to marry?" You asked quietly. "Whenever you are ready." Varen announced, he seemed surprisingly eager.

"Oh well, why wait then?" You finished your wine and set the glass on the small table next to the lounger. "Very well." Zalkiel nodded and began to pull the robes from his body, Varen did as well. You watched as their bodies, muscle bound and gargantuan were unveiled and your cheeks turned nearly as red as the wine as that included their manhood. Wow, they were tremendously nice to look at. And the thought of running your tongue over their bodies crossed your mind rather suddenly.

"Why are you still dressed?" Varen asked, as if he was genuinely perplexed. "Please inform me again how it is I will decide who I am to marry?" Zalkiel saw where your confusion stemmed from and he nodded. "We will both bed you. When you fall pregnant the one who has sired your child will be your husband." You gulped. Well there was no backing out of it. "I see. Well then." You stood and pulled the ties of your dress. It fell from you in a waterfall of fabric as you stepped out bare. Varen made a small noise of appreciation and stepped forward. His hands grasping your shoulders as he knelt down, his lips met yours and you were shocked that his first move was to kiss you, it was such a gentle and sweet gesture. You returned the kiss.

His hands traversed down your sides, more searching than anything else as if he was looking for something. Eventually he pulled away, seemingly satisfied.

Zalkiel's hands trailed up your back and you jumped, you hadn't even noticed that he'd moved. He scooped a hand down behind your knees and the other behind your shoulders. He lifted up and carried you to the bed.

Varen followed close behind. Zalkiel sat on the edge. Holding you tight against his chest as he angled you to face Varen. He took a knee again, but this time he wasn't looking for your mouth. He lowered his head down between your thighs and pressed his mouth softly to your lower lips. He kissed them softly, drawing a quiet moan from you. "She is quite reactive isn't she?" Zalkiel hummed. "My lips barely touched her." "Good, it means the fertility boosters have taken effect." "I'm sorry, the what?" You asked as Varen went back in for a proper taste. As he did Zalkiel tilted your face back to look up at him, his lips captured yours, tongue pressing in quite insistently as he began to make out with you. His calloused fingers brushed over your nipples making you hum into the kiss.

Varen had dug in, his mouth fully covering your soft mound, his tongue lapping up everything your body offered him. He could taste how fertile you were. Good timing, he thought to himself satisfied. He looked up to see his oldest friend had claimed your mouth. Zalkiel was like a brother to him. If there was anyone he'd trust to share a wife with it would be him. If all went well, their efforts combined with that of their master of genetics you could end up belonging to them both.

Varen felt the exact moment your body began to cum and he pulled away. You whined into Zalkiel's mouth, but he did not let your mouth go. Wanting to keep your mouth for himself for the moment. Varen grinned as he lined his cock up with your entrance. Despite being absorbed in the kiss you glanced at the blond custodes from the corner of your eye. His cock was nothing to sneeze at and you prepared for the burning you knew would come any moment now. But it never did, even as he pushed in, there was heat and immediate pleasure. You cried out against Zalkiel's lips. His arms barred around you and he laid back, Varen took your thighs in hand and began to thrust. You broke the kiss, mush to Zalkiel's displeasure and he expressed it by taking your shoulder into his mouth, he nipped hard enough to hurt but not enough to break the skin. Careful that he should not do any permanent damage. He pressed his face into your neck and growled. Varen was getting all of your attention now as he fucked you, all of your sweet noises were for him. Veran noticed the sour look on his friend's face and chuckled. He patted the dark haired custodian's arm twice and he let go of your body. Varen pulled out again right as you had been about to cum and you nearly swore at the giant for doing it. You didn't have time however as Varen flipped you like a pancake, putting you chest to chest with the scowling Zalkiel. Pushing back in Varen forced you forwards, Zalkiel took the opportunity to hold your chin again and bring you back into a smothering kiss. His mouth worked with yours as you took it from the behind from another custodes. His own cock had stirred from your ass pushing into it but no he had nothing to grind against. He however knew he could be patient. He would get his turn.

You however had noticed the stiff member between his legs and reached down for it. Zalkiel stiffened as he felt you grab it. Almost pulling your hand away, but he relaxed as the hand began to stroke. It wasn't nearly enough but Zalkiel liked the touches nonetheless. "She seems to like your mouth Zalkiel." Varen noted. Zalkiel hummed in response and opened his eyes to meet Varen's gaze. "What have you in mind?" He inquired, pulling away from the kiss just long enough to ask before returning his mouth to yours.

Varen motioned for him to move up the bed. Zalkiel didn't want to stop kissing you, but he humored Varen. He hauled himself up until you were between his legs. "Right there." Varen told him. He listened. "Now, why don't you have this good girl here put that mouth of hers to work elsewhere." You followed the line of logic, even if it felt like your brain had been being stirred up at the same time as your pussy. Taking hold of the cock in front of you, you kissed to tip, smearing his precum over your lips. Zalkiel watched as you licked it off, and his cock twitched in your hand at the sight. kissing his cock again, you pressed a line of them down the length, stopping only when you got to his balls. They were huge, at least from what minimal experience you had and you cupped one in your hand, one alone was enough to fill your palm. Furthermore it was heavy, very heavy. you kissed it and Zalkiel was left biting back a soft cry. He liked the way your mouth felt and in such a sensitive area, it was new to him. You kissed them again, taking both into your hands and giving them a gentle squeeze. His cock twitched and a fresh bead of precum gleamed at his tip. Giving them one last kiss, you begin to kiss your way back up, leaving a trail as you kiss and licks up the underside of his cock. Zalkiel reclined more, until you got to his tip, your lips sealed around it and you sucked, his hips jumped, forcing more of him into your mouth. You had an idea through the haze of sexual pleasure that Varen was bestowing upon you and gave his balls another squeeze. You were rewarded with a fresh slick of salty pre and you happily licked him clean, repeating the process several times. Zalkiel didn't know his mind was capable of feeling this fogged. And from the look he saw on Varen's face he knew he was experiencing the same thing.

Zalkiel could only imagine that if your mouth felt this good your pussy would be something else entirely.

Varen was finding it hard not to watch what you were doing to his best friend. Watching you work his cock he knew he needed to get some of that for himself. You leaned over you and began to drive his hips harder and his cock deeper. You seemed to loose all higher thought process as he fucked you through your first proper orgasm, then another as he growled down at you, pumping a fat load into your cervix and likely your womb.

He dismounted once he was done, allowing Valkiel to tug you up onto his lap. His cock was no less impressive and you gotta feel it first hand inside you. Zalkiel had been holding back the need to cum down your throat, even if he was tempted to he knew the most sperm would be in this first load and he needed to ensure he got as much into you as possible.

Varen settled next to the other custodes and watched him happily use your cunt to satisfy his needs. His hands had encircled your waist and you simply held on as he lifted your hips for you, and drew you back down. He grinned and gently touched your chin, when you looked over to the blond he captured your lips, kissing you deeply. You moaned and returned the kiss feverishly. As expected Zalkiel growled and pulled you away. He rolled your smaller frame under his so he fuck you and keep have more of your kisses as he plowed you into the sheets. Zalkiel hadn't known how long he would last but he felt like a man starved of something vital as his orgasm began to build again deep in his stomach. He wrapped his arms under you and held you to his chest.

He came with a groan, filling you up all the way. You laid under him, entirely stuffed and sleepy. Zalkiel rolled you onto your side and pulled you into his chest. Varen had gone and returned quickly. In his hand a plug to hold in the cum. Zalkiel helped lift your thigh and Varen slipped it in before pulling a blanket up over the three of you and settling in. You were fast asleep. "What do you think?" Zalkiel asked. "I like her, I did not think I would feel anything but a sense of obligation during this. But I believe I could be truly fond of this small woman." He brushed a bit of hair out of her face and Zalkiel nodded. "I am glad she passed inspections." He pressed a kiss to your temple and smiled. "As am I. We should let her sleep as long as her body needs." Zalkiel watched your peaceful expression with growing fondness. "Indeed, even if I am now eager," Agreed Varen, "we will get to know our wife over breakfast tomorrow."

You slept soundly as they kept watch, which was good, you would end up needing your energy for your new husbands in the morning.

[moodymisty]

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The Ultramarines stop, looking up at the massive portrait.

It's of a Custodes, who is of a rank which they cannot determine. What is of more interest is who else is with him in the art; Someone, clearly a baseline human, is sitting in front of him. He has his hand on her shoulder, and the other holds his spear in hand. The Ultramarines find it odd. The Custodes are above baseline humans, above all of them as well. Why would one spend time with such an insignificant human, let alone to stand still for such a painting?

"That is Valerius Caledon. He is an Aqulian Shield." Another Ultramarine speaks the question most obvious to them all.

"Who is the woman?"

The custodes turns to look at the portrait for a moment.

"Aqulian Shields are made to protect those deemed important to The Emperor's future. She is his charge."

The eldest Ultramarine looks at the portrait, and how Valerius’ hand gently rests in the nook of her neck, instead of chastely on her arm. Even he can tell there is something deeper than just guardian and charge.

But he says nothing, and they all move along.

[sculptorofcrimson]

Yandere! Valdor

Valdor, the most loyal, the greatest of the Custodes, a Primarch in all but name. Who else can obsess more than him, whose every function besides loyalty was beaten out? A/N: Playing “fucked up obsessive twinks” on easy mode here, aren’t I? I’m sorry, SCP-XXXX who requested this, but you told me Valdor was a twink, and evil twinks are the best kind of men, so therefore this is your fault! Full throttle ahead, let us be damned together! ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Relationships: Valdor/Gn!Reader, mentioned Valdor/Emperor Mentions: @kit-williams would you like some food?

Valdor does not love. 

The Custodes simply can not love. Their love perished beneath treachery and fire, ten thousand years ago, and they simply cannot piece the remnants that was a heart back together again. 

The Emperor took away their ability to love any but Himself, and what else could be left but a hollow void, an immortality without substances, a heart that beats while it lacks its other half? 

There was simply nothing left of him to spare when the Emperor had brought down his claws. His love, his joy, his dreams, all gone, wiped away like sand upon the sea. Leaving behind nothing more than a hollow without sustenance, a phantom vestige of a dream crushed long ago, its corpse entombed within perfected flesh and bone and blood. 

He loves no one, not even himself. When the Emperor died ten thousand years ago, he lost his way. He lost his tether to life itself. And for ten thousand years he wandered for the corpse of his master. There was a poem once, a poem so long ago about the loyal dog that stood guard before his master’s bones, who licked the once-petting hand once, and laid down to die. 

Valdor’s loyalty is no weaker than that dog’s.

He loves no one, not even himself. But he loves the Emperor. He loves Him, so brokenly, so obsessively, so utterly insane in his adoration, the First Custodian would have let Him tear him apart if He wished. 

He loved the Emperor. 

And that is why he loves you. He thinks you to be his Emperor. If not Him, then at least a shard.

He doesn’t care who you were, he doesn’t care whether you were once a captain, a Chapter Master, a Thunder Warrior even. He thinks you to be his master, back from the dead, one of His shards caught in life and flesh. 

He thinks you’re Him. Or, if not Him, at least a fragment of His former glory.

Valdor calls you his Emperor, his shard, his beloved, he ignores any name you had once in favor of calling you his master. A name is only a word, after all, and you are nothing but his Emperor reborn, in his mind. A guardsman, an Astarte, a Thunder Warrior, you are all mortal beneath his eyes. He only smiles that cold, humorless smile of his when you attempt to correct him, when he brushes off your words with the same cold, humorless disinterest. 

Valdor thinks you to be his Emperor. And he doesn't care that you were once someone else, you were not always his beloved, you were not the master he imagined, that you are not the master he built from memories and bones. 

You were nothing before his master, he reasons, you will be nothing after his master, and you were his Emperor once upon a time. It is doubtful if he can even know love, if he had not projected his own delusions of his Emperor upon another. Valdor failed Him once and only now the fates have judged him fit enough to protect a shard of Him, one that is so frail compared to himself, so unspeakably mortal, his atonement for the master he failed so long ago. 

He failed the Emperor once, and watched Him die. He will not do so again.

Protection. You will never walk free again, never without his cold presence by your side, that effortless, confident stride as he accompanies his master. You will never know the taste of sunlight, the easy voice of another conversationalist before their words taper off into uncertainty, and then fear, beneath the jealous glare of your bodyguard. How their sentences trail off, how Valdor looms like some ancient, murderous harpy, his shadow constantly overcasting yours.

He knows nothing of love, of human emotion. But he knows protection. And he knows obsession. 

Valdor is not a passionate man. But he is neither a cruel one either. Of course, Valdor will never raise a spear nor blade against his adoration, to strike his master would certainly mean death, but he will slaughter your loved ones without even horror. He will whisper litanies of loyalty on his knees while his Custodes sink in the knives. He will speak ironclad promises and gilded oaths when they label your soldiers traitors and slaughter them upon the snowfields, when they hail for unity, and hear the blade fall. 

He seems to like walks in wintery fields. It reminds him of what he lost long ago, when the Emperor took him atop Ararat, and he enacted His first vengeance upon the Thunder Warriors. He sometimes brings you there, to altitudes higher than even what a Space Marine can withstand, and gathers you beneath his cloak, whispering memories that were never truly yours, asking for your orders, asking for your forgiveness, asking if you can remember what it felt like ten thousand years ago.

(Sometimes, you can nearly believe him when he says you’re a shard. It’s flattering, almost, to be under the eye of the captain-general.)

He can kill. There is nothing left of him if he could not. Nothing but the Emperor’s spear, a sharpened tool meant to kill and to serve, and to be cast away when its function is complete. You have nothing to fear from him, of course, he would rather end himself than raise a blade against his master. But he loves no other. He does not know how to love. And that makes him dangerous. You know it when you gaze into his eyes, you are sure you could imagine him covered in the blood of your loved ones, guardian spear flashing as he hacks through them without even the shadow of hesitation. He will take no fear, no regret, no relief, barely even satisfaction in the grim act, and yet that is somehow more profane than joy in slaughter. Not even a single hint of joy, wild and unfettered in the sheer cruelty, not even a single hint of an ambition for why he would lay such altars of blood before his master’s feet, only simply because He wanted it to be so, and simply because he loved Him. 

In his eyes, you are his Emperor. But he does not always obey you. He does not kneel as he would’ve knelt before his master. Because he knows, Valdor knows that to protect Him, to serve Him properly, sometimes he must smother Him for His own good. It’s the twisted rationale of a dog who has lost his master, whose death had rocked him so thoroughly he was willing to kill to save Him again. 

Valdor kneels, of course. He’ll kneel before you and speak his words of loyalty, he’ll give you his names one by one if you only ask. Valdor has never considered himself eloquent with words, but he’ll listen to you, he’ll even let you command him as the Emperor would have done. Rank be damned, he cares not if his Emperor had been reborn as a guardsman or an Astartes or even a Thunder Warrior. 

But he does not hide his obsession. To obsess is the only way he knows to love, after all. He’ll smother his beloved with his protection, with his adoration. He’ll hack his way to be their only protector, their only bulwark before the madness, the only man they can trust to defend them. Gaze upon his Emperor once, he’ll tear them apart. Love the Emperor more than him, and he’ll bury their bones beneath the snowfields. 

And be loved by the Emperor more than him….and he’ll betray them as he had betrayed the Thunder Warriors. He’ll sink in golden knives and golden spears in turned backs without even the hint of remorse, Valdor will remind his beloved that it is he who is the servant, it is he who serves to be praised for his duty. Valdor can take you from your family as the Emperor took him from his, he’ll so effortlessly ensure the utter protection of his new Emperor, all for himself. 

No one will protect you more than I, my liege. 

It is he who should be the favored servant.

No one can love you more than I, my Emperor.

He’ll croon those litanies of loyalty to you. He’ll whisper those promises of protection, of ambition, he’ll promise you an eternity while standing atop the frozen ashes of your loved ones. He’ll promise you a throne if you don’t cry, if you’ll love him as his master did. He’ll bring you a crown of gold, he’ll strangle the living storm for you, if only you promise to let him protect you, if you promise if you’ll be his Emperor. 

You died once. I will not let you do so again, my Emperor.

And his obsession would never be checked, and much less ended by the true power behind the Imperium.

You are his Emperor. In that mind He broke so thoroughly long ago, you are the Emperor, reborn. Heavy is the head that bears the laurel, bloodied is the hand that holds this mad dog’s leash.

It is Valdor who should be the favored servant. 

No one will protect you more than I, my liege. 

He will protect you. 

He will protect you, obsess over you, guard you with the hollow that is a heart. He’ll bring you a throne, a crown, an army, an eternity, if only you promise, if only you’ll be his Emperor. 

The Emperor died ten thousand years ago. And in turn, he casted you in His corpse.

[lemon-russ]

Woe, Heraclast smut upon ye.

Heraclast x Reader

CW: Pure smut, eating out the emperor's saint, A little rough because big lady is strong

There's no gender of the reader, but I wrote this in a gay way, Happy pride 🌈

Taglist: @saveatruckrideoptimusprime @sleepyfan-blog @undeaddream

@scriberye @lisikk @artemisareia

Word count: 563

"Yes, right there-"

Heraclast gasped, grabbing your hair. You made a little grunt of pain as she forgot her strength, pressing your face harder to her pussy. 

You worked at her clit, running your tongue under it as you sucked rythmically. Her sheer overall size meant even sucking her clit was more like sucking a small dick, and you couldn't flick it with your tongue like a baseline's, you had to swirl around the tip.

She groaned, bucking her hips into your mouth again. You tried to focus on fingering her while remembering to come up for air and focus on sucking her off. Her muscles clamped rythmically around your fingers, reacting with aching strength around them when you managed to find the rough spot of skin inside her. 

You sucked eagerly on her clit again as you pressed 3 fingers against her g-spot, hooking them up into it. Her immediate reaction made you worry bones might break, as she rolled forward onto your hand hard, muscles slamming down around your digits. 

"Harder-" she groaned, and you had to take a second to gulp air before going back in. Harder? By the throne, you were only human. Steeling yourself, you pushed all your strenght into your arm, stroking the spot inside her and fighting her muscles as they tried to push and pull you in and out. 

You decided the best route was to treat her Custodes size clit like a cock, and bob your head on it as you suck, tongue burning with effort as you ran cirlces around it and stroked under the short shaft. 

Hera bucked her hips and ground against your face in time with your movements, clearly losing some control of her strenght as she robbed you of air accidentally and tugged your hair so hard you eyes watered. 

You doubled down, matching her pace, ignoring the ache in your fingers and jaw, and were rewarded with a sweet sharp cry from her. Muscular thighs gripped around your head, burying you against her spasming cunt as she groaned your name. Her internal muscles slammed around your abused fingers, and she ground her clit against your tounge as she came.

Just when you started to see stars in your vision, you were released, Hera collapsing in a satisfied puddle beneath you. You took a sharp breath as your vison cleared, and sighed, looking down at your happy dazed lover. 

Hera's chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, her green eyes hazy with pleasure and fluttering closed. Her cheeks and chest were flush deep red, rose tinting her gold bronze skin. She pushed her messy short hair from her face, biting her lip and smiling down at you between her legs. 

"Mm…. Sorry, Love." She murmured, voice thick still. 

You smiled, finally able to slide your fingers from her. You settled your head in the crook of her hip, against her thick raised thigh. 

"It is the risk that comes with going down on the Emperor's Saint." You replied, pressing a kiss to her lower stomach. 

She chuckled, a deep raspy sound from her earlier noisiness. Her hand fell from your hair and slid down your cheek to catch your chin. She gave you a heavy lidded look, her eyes glimmering with mischevious heat.

"Give me a moment to recover, and then it is your turn~" she purred.

[kit-williams]

Aquilian Shield

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@thevoidscreams @barn-anon and special thanks to @the-californicationist for pushing me into the brain worms

Hercules looks down at his charge... such a pretty little thing that he was only going to keep back and stay far from... but only when a traitor got too close and nearly ended her with a bayonet strike caused him to finally act. He knelt down as she looked at him with wide eyes knowing some mortals preferred a noble savior... "Be not afraid... I have been sent by the Emperor to safeguard you as you have been divined to doing a great deed in service to the golden throne." He says just seeing her sitting there on the ground with her mouth opened wide still just gaping in awe.

He smiled under his helmet as a finger came under her jaw and gently closed it, "I see that my presence has caused you to lose your faculties." He said with a chuckle. He watches her try to say something but she just blinks and falls onto her back making the sign of the aqulia to him. Again he laughs softly at her antics... something that he has done often in her presence since revealing himself to her.

Hercules was one of the far more gregarious Custodes as he enjoyed the company of mortals and could actually interact with them even when he was "on duty". Which is how it came to be known that Hercules was such a bad influence on his charge as his large palm caressed her face... "I can smell you..."

The blush on her face as she tries to stop... but Hercules takes off his helmet as his short brown hair and glittering emerald eyes look down at her... she could see the freckles across the bridge of his nose and over his cheeks that have smile lines on them. "Oh don't apologize my little charge... " He practically purrs as the smoldering look he gives to her goes straight between her legs. He kneels down and whispers to her softly, "Though... you might not be able to walk tomorrow if you do want me to..." He clicks his tongue in a cheeky manner, "indulge." He says with a voice laced like sin.

She whimpers and his eyes glitter in delight as he, like his master, loves humanity. They are special creatures... of course they need to be guided in the right direction... his mouth pushes against hers and she melts to his touch. Oh yes you will keep living after your use is up. He thinks as he pushes her onto her back... he will have to work her up to taking him... but oh... oh she is eager.

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So anyway, I really like @moodymisty's custodes oc Valerius Caledon

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Let my gay (technically pan) little ass write my first f/f fic. Please. I want to kiss another woman (Edit: it ended up being gn/f so good news men/nonbinary people!)

Summary: You and Kesh spend a moment together before the next Blood Game.

Content Warnings: Putting a few headcanons on her because she was JUST introduced, also a bit short (I'm probably the only one bothered by this tbh)

Image Credit: @squishyowl

You always knew when she was going to attempt another Blood Game. You'd never tell a soul. It wasn't exactly like you could, having been evacuated to the lowest reaches of the planet. It was dimly lit; not much power was diverted to the room. It wasn't a cage, per se, but it was stifling enough that it may as well have been.

Her helmet was off, her war-torn, scarred face uncharacteristically soft when she looked at you. The light hit her, illuminating her face and her armor. Some scars cut deep enough for slight shadows to occur, and her long hair was tied back in a simple ponytail. After a moment of silence, she knelt before you, still the taller one.

She took your chin in her hand and leaned down, putting her lips on yours. Your face went warm before you melted into the kiss, your hands trailing over the ridges on her armor. You stayed like that for a few moments, taking each other in. She was the first to pull back, her hand trailing down to your waist.

"How long are you going to be gone, Cal?" you asked, grasping for her other hand.

She squeezed your hand at the mention of her name. You felt the armor dig into your much more malleable skin. Normally it was a slight irritant, but you knew that you were going to miss this feeling soon enough.

"Who knows?" she asked. "These things get longer every time, I swear. It's like they know I'm up to something every time I go down here." She ran her thumb up and down the little part of your hand that it could reach, and you gave her hand a little squeeze back.

You sighed. "Yeah..." you trailed off. You desperately wanted to say more, but you felt a lump growing in your throat. "I just... I guess I just wanted to say that I'm going to miss you. A lot."

You felt your face grow warm again as Calladayce let out a little laugh. "Don't worry. I'll be back before you know it." She took your hand and pressed it to her lips.

"But it was so long last time," you said, looking down and away from her.

You felt her hand trail off of your waist and turn your head back towards her. The gold-coated armor was warm against your cheek, softly pressing into you. You felt your heart flutter in your chest. You knew you weren't going to be alone in the bunker; there was a myriad of other people in there, mainly others on the planet close to Calladayce. But damn, you were going to miss her.

"Before you know it," she repeated. You melted into her hand, closing your eyes.

"And if you don't make it...?"

She laughed again. "I'll get Him this time, for sure."

She got up, towering above you. She ruffled your hair a little bit, running her hands through it before leaving it messier than she found it. She grabbed for her weapon by the door, a halberd-like polearm. You couldn't begin to understand how she could use it against a long-range weapon, but she was the superhuman and you weren't. She grabbed her helmet and put it on. Sometimes, you said it looked like a banana. You couldn't bring yourself to say so now.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, despite everything. Right before she exited the door, you felt yourself opening your mouth.

"Go get Him, Cal."