Tws: some of them are fucking GROSS and DISGUSTING pls, you've been warned
I don't want to bother with the right order, sorry
Horus just can't shut up on public. He can yap about anything for literal hours, especially if there are many people to listen, so good luck being with him on feasts and celebrations
Magnus has a disgusting habit of reading your thoughts. Don't be mad - he does this subconsciously and if you realise that, just call him out, he will stop and apologise. But it's still nit very nice of him. He has a problem with "accidental magic" in general.
You had to hire a special serf to quickly and discreetly remove feathers from your clothes in public whenever you're around Sanguinius. When he starts molting, it becomes a real problem.
Leman Russ likes casual nudity - he doesn't really think that clothes are necessary when you two are alone, and in general fenrisian culture doesn't see nudity as something inherently bad and sinful. So yeah, you will see his bare fluffy ass quite often. The thing is - he awaits the same from you and do I need to say that his sons are not great with boundaries as well and just can open the door without warning?
Whenever he’s deep in thought or emotionally invested in a story, objects around him start to levitate or change color. You often find your tea mug floating near the ceiling, and Magnus doesn’t even realize he did it.
Guilliman's biggest problems come from him working too much.
His day is strictly scheduled by the hour, and he wakes up at the exact same time every morning, down to the very minute. Trouble begins whenever the plan changes and he needs to be woken up at a different time. That’s when you find out that Roboute is such an incredibly heavy sleeper that it would probably be easier to rouse a Necron from its slumber than to wake him.
And then, there’s the reality of what happens underneath all that armor during those long hours. One day, you carelessly decided to cheer up hard-working husband. You quietly slipped under his desk, asked him to spread his legs, unlatched the protective plate covering his under-suit, undid the rest, and...let’s just say it felt like you'd kissed Nurgle himself. As it turns out, sweat and other things tend to stagnate in those suits if the wearer sits motionless for hours on end.
Roboute is still ashamed of that incident to this day.
Vulkan SNORES. Like he's really loud, it can be really difficult to sleep next to him.
Ferrus likes to gossip in public, but physically can't whisper - his voice is too strong and deep. The worst part is he doesn't even realise that.
Fulgrim is prone to allergies, and in the spring when the abandoned fields and mines of Chemos start to bloom he begins to sneeze like every 30 seconds, his voice taking on a pathetic, nasal twang from his blocked nose. Big E really fucked up working on his immune system.
Mortarion smells like shit. Barbarus is a planet of swamps and miasma, so sometimes he doesn't realise that he's stinky. Just tell him about it and he'll manage the issue immediately.
Curze can smell like shit as well, and he isn't used to hygiene at all. He could go for weeks without washing, and he has yellow teeth and matted, greasy hair. You had to do a lot of work to get him used to it. For example, you flatly refused to hug or kiss him if he hadn't brushed his teeth or showered in at least a couple of days. To your surprise, it worked perfectly, and he started taking care of himself.
Also, he’s a casual nudist, just like Russ. He doesn't care about social norms at all. If someone sees him naked, that’s their problem, they shouldn't have been unlucky enough to have eyes today.
Lorgar constantly asks you dumb shit like "would you love me if I were a worm?"
Lion tosses and turns constantly in his sleep. He also has a habit of hugging you so tightly that he nearly chokes you, or he might roll over and pin you with his entire weight - to the point where you’re already imagining how everyone in the Imperium will talk about the incredibly stupid death of the Lady of Caliban.
Perturabo has a habit of sneezing very fucking loudly and without warning. No, really he can sneeze right in the middle of a sentence with such force that you have short tinnitus after that, and then just keep on talking as if nothing happened.
Angron is a total pig at the table. He eats with the same grace as a pack of Tyranids devouring a corpse, as if he hadn’t been fed for a month. You have your work cut out for you trying to teach him how to behave properly.
Rogal Dorn sometimes interrupts you. He doesn't do it because he isn't interested in what you have to say; on the contrary, he loves his wife and adores chatting with her. It’s just that he struggles to sense the rhythm of a conversation and doesn't quite know when it's his turn to speak, so he constantly cuts in because he’s eager to add his own thoughts.
Jaghatai can’t sit still. He’s always fidgeting with something in his hands or checking his gear. Sometimes, while talking to you, he’ll start examining the patterns on your clothes, and it looks like he’s not hearing a word you’re saying, but that’s not true. He hears every single thing you say.
Alpharius and Omegon constantly forget that they haven’t told you something.
"You told her we had a meeting two hours earlier today, right?"
"I thought YOU were the one who reminded her!"
This happens all the time.
Corvus is constantly scaring the hell out of you. You’ll get used to it eventually, but the way he just appears out of nowhere is unnerving and still makes you jump every single time.
Oh, and you’re constantly surrounded by a flock of birds, so sometimes having bird shit on your clothes is just part of the aesthetic, you might as well get used to it.
BONUS!!
Malcador is constantly complaining and grumbling about EVERYTHING: the weather, the servants, the Emperor, his aching knees, and even you. Sex with him is a nightmare, any sudden movement can ruin his mood. One time, you accidentally dislocated his collarbone.
"Stop...squeezing me, I want to last a bit more"
"Fym you want me to become more loose? Call Neoth, he'll help us, you old fucker?"
Emperor also couldn't care less about social norms he’ll pinch your ass, smack it, or french kiss you in public, all while throwing in some crude, filthy joke. Sometimes you think he'd fuck you right there after one bottle of amasec.
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We all know that the Primarchs aren't the best at communicating sometimes. So please imagine a situation where the Primarchs think they are all but married, while their partner is under the impression that this is simply a friends with benefits relationship used to destress.
I think during the writing it shifted from Primarchs not being very good at communication to both them and their partner being bad at it. That being said I had lots of fun writing it and I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed creating it.
Saw your writing request are open and had to hop in!! Chaos Primarchs still having a sweet, respectful, and loving, relationship with their consort! Basically them being a power couple even post heresy. Pick whichever Primarch strikes your fancy!
Hoooo this is interesting ! I hope you'll like this, enjoy and thank you for the request !
Masterlist
Horus lupercal/Abaddon the Despoiler :
You stood with Horus since the beginning, it's only fitting you did until the end of the Siege when the Emperor struck him down.
You lead his sons during the Heresy, ensuring the loyalties of entire system to the Warmaster as well as handling logistics with his allies, freeing up more time for him to lead his legion.
You were there during the entirety of the Siege with Abaddon, shouting orders and countering the moves of the loyalists trying to capture the Vengeful Spirit.
These days ? You lead the Black Legion alongside Abaddon, you handle supply lines and logistics along with recruiting new soldiers for the cause, you don't complain much, you see much of Horus inside Abaddon.
You long for the day to see Terra burn again.
Fulgrim :
What would he do without his little consort ? His beloved HAD to see just how great and magnificent Slaanesh is !
You did the day of the Maravaglia, the two of you danced under showers of blood as musicians, astartes and baselines mutilated themselves in a blissful, agonizing ritual to their new patron.
You ascended with him, how couldn't you ? you became a siren, your voice luring even the strongest willed warriors to you like toddlers to a toy. Your songs moved the hearts of deamons and mortals alike, creating dreadful symphonies even the mightiest Princes of chaos to the lowest hive ganger shed tears of blood to.
His sons adored you even more now ! Your melodies made loyalists scream in agony while they listened in bliss, how much better could life get ?
Nowadays you enjoy a life of luxury alongside Fulgrim in the realm of Slaanesh, you deserve it ! He gifts you all manners of trinket now, paintings, wines made of blood from loyalists, music covering the screams of entire world as they died at the hands of his sons.
Life is just great isn't it ?
Perturabo :
The Heresy gave him the excuse of augmenting your body, who knows what could happen to a baseline in these difficult times ?
You became a warmachine, a highly adaptable engine of destruction yet so human to him, you truly were his Magnum Opus. He saw you destroy entire garrisons of guardsmen in mere minutes.
You both lead assault upon assault on loyalist fortresses, breaking down the walls of Terra one by one until Horus unjustly banished the Iron Warriors from the Siege.
No matter, the Heresy was over anyway, the Scouring was a great time for the both of you and your sons, the Iron Warriors created the Iron Cage. A trap to get rid of Rogal Dorn and his pesky sons once and for all.
You weren't blind to his ailments but he assured you he had a plan, it came when he ascended to Deamonhood by becoming an engine of war, just like you.
You lead his legion nowadays, the Iron Warriors hates Chaos with a fury and prefers technology, the only exception being the warpsmiths and the Primarch himself.
Your gift to him is recording entire wars for his viewing pleasure, bonus point if it's a fortress or anything regarding killing the Imperial Fists. Such a doting little consort aren't you ?
Mortarion :
You were forced to ascend like him after Typhon (Or Typhus as he's now called) trapped you in the domain of Nurgle, forcing his primarch to damn himself to "save" his legion.
Treacherous tongues also claim he did it only for you but they don't tend to say that often as they are cut down by his mighty scythe.
You became a Plague Maiden, a unique deamon working alongside him to spread the gifts of the Grandfather to the ungrateful Galaxy. it's as close to a happy life as you can both get.
It gets good once the two of you team up against the Imperium though, the Plague Wars ? You raised entire armies from graveyards using foul plagues, enemy battalions died in mere weeks as their resolves rotted and died under your care.
Guilliman almost died to the Godblight, a concoction you lovingly made with your dear husband to bring down the mighty son of the Emperor. You chuckled as you saw the recogniting in the 13th primarch's eyes.
He knew who you were, even after your ascension to Deamonhood, it was delicious to see him weakly reach for you, did he hope for your help ? But of course ! All he had to do was accept Nurgle's generous offer...
You don't speak much about the Emperor burning the Garden of Nurgle but you offered to take the blame, much to your husband's surprise and horror, he didn't deserve such treatment.
What would he do without you ? Don't do that again you hear ?
Lorgar Aurelian :
Of course his little saint saw the truth of the universe ! How couldn't she ? He made you ascend shortly after him, making you a hybrid of deamon and human thus allowing you easier access to the Materium.
You spread the Truth to the uneducated masses of the Imperium, sermons infused with faith and chaotic energies making quick work of their misguided faith as the Word Bearers assigned to you busy themselves creating cults and defiling cathedrals belonging to the Corpse-Emperor.
Both of you lead the legion in different ways, you spread your acolytes on every planet possible, twisting the Imperial Cult in small ways before growing bolder and finally erasing it completely.
The ecclesiarchy isn't too difficult to fool, just like the Sisters of Battle. They make useful fodders.
Lorgar himself trains new dark chaplains and send them to you in order to create new Deamonhosts or preparing crusades. Anything to ruin the day of the Imperium is good enough.
On days where none of you have anything in particular to do ? You write scriptures and ponder Chaos together, the perfect life both of you wanted.
Magnus the Red :
He couldn't ask for a better consort, even after joining Chaos. He gave you the singular task of bringing back knowledge to him, any book you find is now his, any undiscovered ritual ? He wants to study them !
While he's a bit more absent than his brothers that doesn't mean he's completely gone ! On the contrary he loves it when you both study together and create problems for the Imperium.
Just regular couple activities ! What's not to love ?
You didn't exactly ascend to Deamonhood like him, more like your body absorbed Warp matter making you an exceptionally strong psyker. You lead your own warband of rubric marines thanks to your new powers.
He prefers it this way, Arhiman destroyed what remained of the legion and he likes it when you stay away from his last few sons. Being jealous is a perk of his you know ?
Angron :
You're probably the only surviving gladiator from Nuceria, you stood alongside him during the final hours of his revolt until the Emperor acted like a coward and teleported Angron away.
You were only brought along to calm him down, nothing else but your company was worth everything to him. It's only natural you ascended too after Lorgar treacherously forced his ascension to Deamon Primarch of Khorne.
The God of War rewarded you by turning you into a Valkyrie, an angel of war if you will. You rarely leave Angron's side, he still recognizes you somehow, maybe a blessing of Khorne or the final shred of what remains of your husband ? you don't want to know.
You both fight on the harshest battlefield the Imperium can offer, reaping mountains of skull for your new patron god. The only one still truly standing at Angron's side despite everything.
The World Eaters fears and love you in equal measure, unsure if you are still on their side or just their father's but you hardly care, you failed your husband before, the least you can do now is suffer with him in the deepest pit of this Hell.
Konrad Curze :
The only reason he didn't die at the hand of the assassin is thanks to you, his little darling queen who decided to change Fate by shooting down said assassin, refusing to let your husband die.
Your wishes are his wishes now, he doesn't care much for anything so consider yourself the Matriach of the 8th Legion now ! Under your leadership the night lord turned away from Chaos and became almost a legend to both side, unsure if the Night Lord fractured or died off.
Nope, far from it, you carved a little corner of the galaxy to use as a domain for your sons and become a nightmare for the Imperium much to Konrad's delight ! He was willing to become an even bigger monster just for you.
And he did ! Using ancient technology and forbidden means you crafted legions of abomination to unleash on the Universe, why should you care for a galaxy that scorned the both of you ?
Nowadays the Night Lords act as both pirates and executionners, happily following your orders, who would dare disobey the Dark queen of Nostramo after all ?
Alpharius Omegon :
A tough one ! The legion split in half and you worked for both sides as well, unable to truly pick one.
To be honest Chaos repulsed you immensely, seeing it as nothing more than a galactic cancer but on the other hand, the Imperium needed to change.
You followed Alpharius first, much to Omegon's chagrin until the Battle of Pluto where Alpharius was torn apart by Rogal Dorn, Omegon gave you new orders and you disappeared from the Legion's eyes.
Now dead set on preserving humanity you did everything you could to undermine Horus, sabotaging supply lines, turning alliances into genocidal blood feud and feeding them false (but believable) informations.
You never saw the Siege of Terra, you were needed elsewhere and to this day you haven't seen the Throneworld in ages, Omegon keep you far away from it.
Speaking of him you now share his authority over the Legion, leading the Alpha legion into the next phase of the Long War and hopefully a better future for the galaxy.
Though he had been mortally wounded and the psychic blows many, his sleep within The Rock was remarkably comfortable.
He could feel them, always, soft against his side.
When they slept they tucked themselves up against his unmoving side and cuddled into his chest, when they woke they would potter about - seemingly content to live secluded and alone within the belly of what remained of Caliban.
Light caresses trace up and down his face, mapping the contours as if committing them to memory, and soft kisses are peppered everywhere exposed.
It’s certainly odd, to only feel his body from your perspective of your touch, but he loves it nonetheless. More than anything he can’t wait to awaken and hold you for himself once more.
Fulgrim - III
He felt enough butterflies in his stomach to populate the flowers that had created a meadow across his skin. Daffodils, cornflowers, buttercups all forming a straight line up his stomach - what he wouldn’t give to do away with your suffering.
Nevermind the other reason for his growing anxiety.
He paced outside the hospital room endlessly, the apothecaries had succinctly kicked him out for the rejuvenation process, but at the very least his primarch senses allowed him to hear the steady thrum of your heart, and-
But it was necessary, you’d live much, much longer-
Nothing fills him with more joy than the thought of the two of you together, and he just can’t wait to show off his flowers with pride, knowing that the very best gene-enhancement and top procedures would ensure you a long life by his side.
Perturabo - IV
In this hellscape of a siege, where no one bothered to listen to him still, at least there was one good thing he could count upon - going to sleep and spending those beloved dreaming hours by your side.
It was the only way he’d convinced you to stay safe while he’d launched the siege of Terra alongside his other traitorous brothers, not that you knew as such. You were safely tucked away, oblivious to the reign of terror throughout the galaxy, untouched, his safe haven.
Speaking with you now was a blessing he would not squander, holding you in his arms while you dreamed away the night together, planning the future for his inevitable return to you.
No one but him sees the little spectral butterflies on Ferrus’ warhammer as he wakes.
Jaghatai Khan - V
It was done, over - they’d won.
Of course his wonderful little hawk had done wonderfully in his absence, defending against the xenos who would think to seize his planet in his absence, while they presumed it weak. It would never be weak while his other half still lived.
The end of the heresy had left centuries of work in its wake, but tonight, tonight was for you - for loving you.
He was glad for the cold breeze across the open plains as it gave him all the more reason to hold you close to him, nestled under his furs. It was like the first night you’d met, coming together and feeling that bond blooming under the endless stars.
For the first time in a very long while, everything was well.
Leman Russ - VI
A miraculous stroke of luck, so miraculous even he’d almost sent a missive to Lorgar telling him he’d come to believe in a higher power. Almost.
He’d been stalking the battlefield, slaughtering all that stood in his path when he saw them from a corner of his eye - a guardsman, huddled in an artillery made crater and about to chow down on the most rancid looking, unholy abomination that vaguely passed for some sort of food.
They must have scavenged it from somewhere on the battlefield, and though it looked like the most disagreeable, putrid food he’d ever seen, he couldn’t blame them. The poor soul looked completely starved, and he’d been informed that the planet had come down to the last of its rations over a week ago.
Then they bit into it and the flavour of rotten flesh and chemicals exploded across his tongue. Every motion of the soldier’s mouth aligned perfectly, every grimace matching a particularly terrible mouthful.
Something in him just knew.
The unsuspecting soldier was scooped up in an instant, wrangled by the scruff of their neck and wrapped up in his hold before being brought back to his ship - battle forgotten. His sons were more than adequate to take care of it, and he had a soulmate to care for.
The first taste of fresh water down his lips is heavenly.
Rogal Dorn - VII
The ticking stops, and it’s almost as much a relief that the waiting is over as it is dreaded to finally be here.
All it takes is one look over you and his resolve is in tatters. It’s clear his sons will not be being told about the new development - at least not until it's far too late.
You’re simultaneously nothing like he ever expected and absolutely perfect in every way. He knew in that very first instance that everything he ever made from then onwards would pale in comparison, that he would spend your entire life building to match even a shadow of your splendor and past your death would spend every moment chasing to capture your likeness in vain.
But for now, for once, he doesn’t worry about what the future holds, or how he plans to fortify you into his life, instead he plans for precisely how he is going to sweep you off the dancefloor tonight and then never once let you go.
Luckily for him, the look on your face as you peer up at him as though enchanted tells him this will not be too difficult a task.
Konrad Curze - VIII
He’d only had to follow them a short while to get a feel for their intent, criminal scum as they were.
Four men, all vile, all in need of his justice. Just in time too, having found them minutes before they’d pick their victim for the evening, little did they know their plans would be laid to waste.
The streets would run black with their blood.
He took a moment to consider the lucky soul they’d ended up following, foolishly walking the streets of Nostramo alone.
Perhaps, though not explicitly guilty of a crime, they were guilty in their ignorance and would have been damned without him, their saviour in the night. A lighter sentence then, for their sins, a warning.
They don’t hear him drop down behind them into the alley as they continue walking, no one ever hears him.
None of them do.
They don’t hear him as he stalks them right up to their door.
Silly mortal.
They don’t hear him even as he towers over them as they fumble for keys.
Let’s hear you scream.
His hand snaps out and spins them in a split second, pinning them against the door and sending their keys skittering across the grey stone streets. Rotted teeth just millimetres from their head, poised to snap shut and devour their flesh.
Their own soft pink lips parted in complete shock - pink?
Perhaps guilty was a harsh measure, this time, it was merely fate that brought you here.
Sanguinius - IX
If there was one sound in the entire galaxy which could bring the Great Angel to his knees, it was the sound of your sweet laughter. Crisper than cool mountain air and yet warmer to his chest than the sands of Baal, there was nothing else that could compare - except maybe the curve of your smile, or the shine of your eyes, or -
Or right now, with a smattering of blush on those soft cheeks he so adored.
It never seemed to matter how many times he did it, the novelty of kissing you never wore off, and never failed to turn the both of you into blushing messes.
And how he loved to tug on that little ribbon, flowing crimson that always gave you away, bringing you tumbling into his arms so he could pepper your face in little pecs. Or how he could pull you with it right into his chest so that he might hold you there and drown in the depths of your eyes.
Cuter yet was when you tried to do it back, thinking any amount of yanking could move a primarch. Well in any case, he supposed it moved his soul as he bent to your will, letting you reel him in to bestow his favourite gift of yours.
Ferrus Manus - X
Ferrus had resigned himself, resigned himself to a life without you.
The skin once blackened, destined to bloom to life with colour now engulfed and fully encased in metallic necrodermis, never able to be fulfilled.
A shame, but what was done was done, and could not be undone.
He thinks this for many years, making more and more improvements to everything and everyone he can get his hands on. Himself, his weapons, his sons-
Then he meets you, slaving away in a workshop, one of the better, more precise ones. He’d come to visit, see what it was that differentiated this one from the others, see how it could be replicated, but his presence was clearly disturbing the otherwise diligent workers.
Made them lose focus, made them trip, made him catch them -
He had never thought the metal on his arms dull by any means, not when made of a gleaming, almost alien silver, but now when he thought back all he could see was woeful inadequacy.
Now the metal isn’t stained like skin, but embossed with rivers of gold, copper, cobalt - his fingers a molten monument to you as the colours swirl and dip where his fingers had grasped onto your waist.
Placing them there again and again was one of his favourite pastimes now.
Angron - XII
Wine, it’s a deep red wine that’s spilled across the floor, splashing back up onto his boots.
“My deepest apologies, my Lord, I didn’t mean-”
They’re terrified.
Rightly so.
Out of the corner of his eye he can see Vulkan approach from across the room, probably worried about the far more irate than normal expression spasming across his face. He hadn’t expected the writing to burn.
They’re a serf, plain white robes stained with wine now that they’re kneeling at his feet, desperately scrubbing and babbling apologies.
His brother stutter-steps, pace quickening as he grabs you off the floor, a single hand engulfing both of your forearms at once, pulling you up until you’re on your feet, quivering with your head bowed.
You didn’t cry, or beg. You’d accepted-
He releases your arms.
“It’s fine.”
Vulkan stops, watching you gasp as your hands fly to your leg, ripping back cloth to reveal words slowly turning gold, he picks up two drinks from a passing tray and comes to congratulate you both instead.
The nails don’t bite as badly as he thought they would. Maybe he could do this- maybe he could have this.
Roboute Guilliman - XIII
There is a child’s drawing framed with a gorgeous ornate golden frame in the office of the Lord Commander of the Imperium.
It's a happy family, a perfect family - if you had the courage to ask the Imperial Regent about it.
The one brave, brave soul who did was subject to a long speech about how wonderful his soulmate was, and how phenomenal they would be together once united, and never before had anyone seen Guilliman so happy and relaxed, so hopeful.
Well in the 40M at the very least, and there were scarce few who remembered him prior to that.
So the elongated ears were quietly passed over without comment, words held, tongues bitten, as none could bear to rip this away from him, or none would dare. In any case, the Imperial Regent seemed content with the arrangement, and promptly misplaced a carton of nutritious fruits, some colouring pencils and a stack of educational materials.
Mortarion - XIV
“Ahh, I always forget how short I am!”
Mortarion muffles a yelp as he’s picked up and tucked into the crook of a giant arm - his own arm.
“I see why you pick me up all the time now - it’s irresistible!” you continue on, babbling away at him.
As simultaneously endearing and strange as it is to hear your cute stream of chatter in his voice, he can’t help but pout at the role reversal. He never verbally complained though, he liked watching you happily explore the garden from his perspective - even if he never did quite understand what it was you found so charming about being stuck in his putrid body for a day.
Alas, you enjoyed the time spent swapped, doing all manner of things with him cradled to your chest.
He could maybe appreciate a little at the feeling of being cuddled into warm, strong arms - of just getting to rest for a day. Just a little.
Magnus the Red - XV
The set of eyes staring up at him has one of his own. No - no one of yours, or is it his?
Does it matter?
He’s found you, well - you’ve found him. You, a curious, inquisitive and impudent little thing, staring up at him both defiantly and expectantly.
His sons had informed him of a baseline insisting on seeing him after one of his impulsive lectures he’d given on one of the more rare and enlightening tomes he’s found, a baseline who was parading themselves as his soulmate.
And soulmate you were, matching him in energy and fire and spirit. How he loves to feed that fire, how he loves to indulge and study with you and about you.
He lifts you up that first meeting, by your own command, and sits you onto his shoulder so that you might peruse his private library and make observations together. The warmth of your flesh against his is a novelty by itself worthy of investigation, but seeing the world through your eyes and not just looking through your eye itself is truly enlightening.
He vows to himself then and there, looking into the spiral of colours you share, to never dull the sparkle in your eyes.
Horus Lupercal - XVI
Meeting you shifts his plans, he feels it coming, knows he will meet his destined partner and plans accordingly.
Davin could wait.
The Mournival could wait.
Even Erebus could wait.
This was one of the most important events of his life, and as Warmaster he was allowed the occasional luxury of such things, even if it irked his advisors, both old and new, there were some things he simply knew best of.
Acquiring you and bringing you into the fold was the highest of his current priorities.
It doesn’t annoy him that you hide the timer, or that you’re nervous at first, nothing you do annoys him in fact, and you soon warm up, becoming the life and soul of the legion.
His sons adore you, as they should - as he does. You seem to understand him on a level no one else does, you understand his very soul, and that’s when he truly understands the term ‘soulmates’, when you listen to him, to his woes and struggles, when you understand how he feels about the endless wars, the great crusade and his father - far more than even Sanguinius ever did.
And he understands you, sees you, and loves all of you.
It’s why, when one day you quietly, fearfully, tell him that Erebus needs to go - he listens, without hesitation, without explanation.
He tries not to quiver in shock when you sigh in complete and utter relief as the timer on your wrist starts rapidly climbing up in number, but nothing slips by you, dutifully kissing his fears away.
Lorgar Aurelian - XVII
His arm itches as he preaches. Then it starts burning.
It tempts him to stop, is it a sign from God? Do his words displease Him?
Right before he stops, ready to prostrate himself before the altar and beg forgiveness - perhaps even ask Kor-Phaeron for a public flogging - do the first of the gasps start.
He’s expecting horror, cries of alarm - what foul curse has been inflicted onto him, what penance should he bear-
Oh.
“Hi :) Any chance you can write in gothic?”
The cries are of wonder, of awe and praise, celebration even. It was not a secret he had no soulmate, he wouldn’t hide such things.
But he’d been blessed, blessed right here, mid-sermon. The One had shined favourably upon him.
The rest of the day is spent in celebration, his followers quickly cobbling together a sacrament and blessing for him, making a miniature festival of the occasion. However, he cares little for anything else but talking with you, much to everyone’s humour and goodwill.
The two of you write to each other long into the night, covering almost every decent bit of skin, but he loathes to wash off even a single word.
Vulkan - XVIII
The positive feedback loop he made each morning as he gave you one last cuddle and kissed your sleepy forehead before starting up work for the day was exactly how he wanted to spend the rest of his life.
The way your thoughts sleepily reached for him as he set off to the forges, how you’d be pouty when you woke without him until he reached out and cheered you up.
He loved how the bond had reacted and developed since you’d met, being able to somewhat communicate with each other properly now, it was like having a pocket-sized version of you in his head, poking him, peppering him with kisses or all manner of things as he went about his day.
Similarly, you’d described feeling him, his presence huge and protective around you, sometimes taking his form, other times a giant fire drake, other times a starry nebula.
Poke, poke poke - miss you, come back to bed?
He chuckles slightly, pushing thoughts of warmth and the feeling of strong arms wrapping you up in the strongest hug he could muster. To his great sorrow he would usually reject your sleepy invitation, filled with yearning, too busy to cherish you physically as constantly as he wished. Today, however, he could make an exception.
Miss you too, be right there.
Corvus Corax - XIX
It’s the aftermath, total chaos, but a victorious one.
Some who were criminals, now free, are already fleeing, but most stay to talk, enjoy their newfound freedom and celebrate their victory.
He’d done it, and his father would be back soon now that he’d completed his task.
It was there he saw you, laughing amongst comrades, tattoo worn openly across your back. The great swirling mass that mirrored his.
You were here? Right here?
His brain stutters for a moment as he comes to the realisation of how close he was, who you were, the shared history between you despite having never met.
Approaching you suddenly seems like a far more daunting task than the whole rebellion had been. His mouth is dry, there’s a lump in his throat and he’s blended into the surroundings on instinct.
Long moments pass just watching you. Observing. Eventually, the others leave and you begin packing.
He mustered his courage, steps out, and speaks.
“Hello there, I am Corvus - who might you be?”
He can’t wait to spend the rest of your life finding out the answer.
Alpharius/Omegon - XX
“Nuh uh. We’re not doing this anymore. I’m going to go insane,” you say, putting your foot down, finally.
They share a look that you certainly don’t need telepathy to decipher.
Omegon goes to speak, to gently explain to you what you already know for the millionth time, to apologise again. You wonder what they plan to try to distract you with this week.
“Nope. Serious about it this time,” you say first, cutting him off before he even began.
Something in your face must betray how you mean it, because in a rare display of true emotion, the twins grimace in unison.
“...what would you have us do? You know what position we are in,” Alpharius says wearily.
You shrug, plopping down on the bed and letting yourself fall backwards into a starfish. In all honesty, you have no idea, just the knowledge that you can’t do this anymore.
“Not sure, but we’re coming up with something, okay?” you say, turning to them with a flagging smile.
They nod in unison, each coming around to sit beside you.
Two weeks later, they bring you out to an actual festival on a planet you never ask the name of and they never tell you. Fried food, dancing, little trinkets, new smells, the breeze on your face - you have the best night of your life even if you’re sure that you’re being watched from all angles and plenty of things are being fabricated for your enjoyment.
They make a habit of these little ‘date nights’ as you’d taken to calling them.
Bonus: The Emperor
The custodes had silently lamented your existence from the moment you’d first hurt their Master.
Whether indirect or not, whether you were the perfect match for his soul, even if told you love you there would always be some part of them that loathed your existence. A threat they could never hope to defend against or eliminate - you were a liability.
Until after the heresy.
You were revered, worshipped.
It was a known fact that the first time two soulmates with shared injuries met, they healed each other’s wounds. And, well - their Master was in need of miraculous healing. They detested their ignorance, of course their Lord had the foresight to have known, to have planned the universe this way, and they had doubted.
Self-flagellence would have to wait until you were found, then their Lord would return and could dole out suitable punishment.
Their Lord was finally restored to the peak of his glory, a small baseline sat in his lap with a giant arm enclosed around them.
Golden, glowing eyes bore down on them, considering.
A small smile spreads across his face, perhaps the most wonderful and rare sight of the entire age.
“Is it not said that I am benevolent? Merciful?” his voice has the entire palace frozen with baited breath - hanging on his every word.
“Devote yourselves now to preparing for a celebration - that shall be your penance.”
How do the primarchs confess their feelings to the reader? (and maybe first kiss too)
aaahhh this idea is so cute i couldnt resist!
Hope you like it!
tw: mild jealous behaviour for some, possible dubious (but implied) consent for Konrad Curze (probably not, but better safe than sorry)
A/N: i went a little possessive with some of these, because we all want them to be a lil jealous. All gender neutral (hopefully, please let me know if i missed one!)
As always not proof read, it's too hot to think.
First kiss and Confessions of the primarchs
Lion El'Jonson
Lion El'jonson was not to be trifled with, either as a primarch or as a man. And when someone put their hands over what was his? There was going to be consequences.
The lion watched the governor press your knuckles to his lips and seethed, jaw clenched and blood boiling. You were his. who did this man think he was to put his filthy hands all over you.
It didn't matter that he hadn't told you all of this. You should know. Obviously.
Storming over towards, Lion gripped your shoulder and all but snarled at your would be suitor, relishing the mans abrupt and panicked departure. Watching the helm doors click shut, he turned to you with a scowl, finding you already frowning up at him.
"My Lord, how am I supposed to do my job if you keep scaring everyone off"
"He was too familiar. I didn't like how he touched you"
You rolled your eyes, gently shrugging his hand off your shoulder.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, my lord. But part of my job is dealing with people like him"
"I don't like it. He should keep his hand off what isn't his"
You scoffed, lions eyes narrowing as you raised an eye brow at him.
"what isn't his? You make it sound like I belong to you"
"You do"
You froze. Watching with bated breath, the primarch knelt before you and took your jaw in his hand, squeezing your cheeks between calloused fingers. His lips hovered inches from yours and you felt his warm breath against your skin.
"You are mine" He muttered, closing the distance. "All mine."
Fulgrim
"You look radiant"
Fulgrim took a seat in a chair and beamed at you as you spun, wearing the new shirt he had gifted you, His legions colours in soft silk and gilded thread sat snuggly across your chest, showing a little more skin than you would normally be comfortable with.
"It fits you splendidly" he mused, leaning toward you and tugging the seams, nodding to himself. "And the colour does look very good on you"
You shuffled nervously, feeling his violet eyes raking up and down your frame. "But something is still missing. Ah!"
He reached into a pocket, pulling out a delicate golden chain, the primarchs winged sigil dangling from it. He moved closer, his breath ghosting the top of your head as he reached behind you to fasten the chain.
"I am very grateful, but don't you think its a bit much?"
Fulgrim paused, his fingers stilling just above the nape of your neck.
"what do you mean?"
"Oh, please don't think I'm being rude, I love it! its just... its a lot, just to give all of this to me. people might get the wrong idea"
"and what idea is that"
Heat rose in your face as Fulgrim's lips brushed you ear in a whisper
"w-well walking around in your colours, with your crest people might think that we're...that I'm"
"That you're mine?"
Fulgrim laughed as you blushed, placing his hands on your cheeks he tilted your face up towards him.
"I wouldnt mind if people thought that" He hummed, passing his thumb over your lip. "Would you?"
You shook your head.
"No" you breathed, closing your eyes and losing yourself in the kiss. "No I wouldn't"
Perturabo
"What are you doing"
You jumped, hearing Perturabo's voice echo through his work shop, reverberating around the metal walls before the room fell silent again.
"Forgive me, I was sorting this for you."
You gestured towards the work bench, rolls of blue prints and schematics neatly stacked in three different piles. Under his taciturn watch, you explained.
"One pile for in progress, one for under construction and one for completed"
Perturabo continued to stare at the neatened work top, eyes silently casting over the bench and then to you
"Why did you do this"
"I wanted to help"
Perturabo's brow creased in a frown. A muscle in his jaw twitched and suddenly he was striding towards you. Your face remained calm, but your body tensed, wanting to run when he scruffed you and sat you on the worktop.
"Where do you find the gall to meddle with my work" he growled, placing his hands either side of your hips and leaning in close. The smell of hot iron lingered on his skin, filling your nose.
"No matter how many times I, have you removed, you keep crawling back into my workshop, I've had men killed for less"
You looked the primarch straight in his eye, holding his heavy gaze and smiled.
"I know, my lord"
"Then what makes you think you're so special?"
You shook your head. "I don't think that my lord, i just-"
He cut you off midsentence, his voice dropping low "Because id love to know what is so special about you, that I keep allowing it"
"Do you...want me here?" you whispered.
Every thought left your head as Perturabo captured you lips, the kiss was heated and as forceful as the primarch himself, leaving you breathless and winded when he finally pulled back.
"You may return tomorrow" he coughed, turning from you and loosing himself in his work, regaining his composure despite the faint pink blushing his cheeks.
"Of course, my lord" You bowed, hiding the smile breaking out across your face and practically skipping from the workshop.
Jaghatai Khan
Oil dripped from your hand is thick iridescent globs, pooling at your feet. You dragged the back of your hand across your forehead and closed the small hatch on the side of the bike.
"I could have done this myself"
You turned, watching Jaghatai approach you and wave off other serfs. He stopped beside you and leant down, running his finger along the fresh weld.
"It is an impressive repair. Almost unnoticeable"
"Thank you, Lord Khan"
He smirked at you "But I still could have done this myself"
"I know, my lord. But if I let you do everything you wanted to, id be out of a job."
Jaghatai laughed, throwing his leg over the jet bike and testing the balance. He nodded approvingly and looked back at you.
"You always do fine work for me, you are a fine mechanic" He looked at you and then quickly returned his gaze to the bike. "And I enjoy your company"
Your heart jumped in your chest. "I enjoy your company too, My lord Jaghatai"
"Do you now"
His eyes remained firmly locked on the chassis of his bike as he replied, picking at something on the metal casing. You frowned and stepped forward, concerned you had made an error in the repairs.
As you reached out to run your finger along the metal, the khans hand shot out, gripping your wrist and pulling you up on the boke, straddling his lap.
One hand still clasping your wrist, the other caressed your cheek, tilting your face up to look at him. His lips brushed yours and you sighed into the kiss, your hands gripping his thighs for balance.
"Shall we go for a ride?" he whispered against your mouth.
You nodded, leaning in to deepen the kiss again "Absolutely."
Leman Russ
You watched, leaning on the wall in a a darkened alcove as tribesmen and warriors bustled past you, preparing weapons and armour for their departure. Leman stood towering over them, deep in conversation with the strange man clad in golden armour. After a moment, the stranger from the stars nodded and left, taking his shimmering, spear wielding guards with him.
Lemans blue eyes followed him, before casting about the room and alighting on you. You tilted your head in greeting and watched through a frown as he parted his army to approach you.
"I guess you're leaving then" you nodded towards the commotion and pushing yourself off the wall. "You're leaving Fenris?"
Leman nodded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Aye, I am"
"I see. When will you be back?"
"I don't know"
You nodded, silently seething before replying.
"So you're leaving the rest of us behind?"
You made to push past the wolf king, jumping when you felt his calloused palm lock around your upper arm.
"I'm not leaving you" He growled, blue eyes gleaming at you in the dark.
"You are" You hissed "You're leaving us behind on the word of someone you don't even know"
"No, I'm not leaving you" He dropped to a knee, spinning you and forcing you to face him. "I am not leaving you here. Come with me"
"What"
"I want you to come along with me."
Leman pulled you forward, his lips crashing into yours and his hands clasping around your body. Distantly, you could here the whooping of tribesman, but all you could think about was how soft his touch was despite his battle hardened exterior.
Breaking the kiss, Leman pressed his forehead to yours an inhaled deeply before puffing out a hot breath that hung in the air.
"Please?" he muttered "Say you'll come"
Rogal dorn
Rogal Dorn was a stoic man. His brothers knew it, his sons knew it. He was as unyielding as the very walls of terra. So then why did every sly grin from you, every quite chuckle and stolen glance send every thought spinning out of his head and leave his firm hands shaking.
And when he watched another serf put his hand on your shoulder, he felt like the walls of his own unconquerable fortresses had been torn down to rubble.
No this wouldnt do at all.
That night, you slipped past his guard with a soft smile bearing fresh paper for his schematics and chiming data slates with pics and messages chiming on the fuzzy screen.
"The items you requested, Lord Dorn" you bowed. Placing the pile on his desk you blinked up at him, flushing as you found his gaze locked on to you. "Excuse me, my lord"
"No. You are not excused"
Dorn's voice rang clear in the quiet of of his workspace. not rising from his seat, he gestured you towards him, his eyes trailing you up and down.
"My lord? Have I displeased you?" Your voice shook slightly, but your back remained straight and unbowed, staring straight back at the primarch.
"I am displeased"
He raised his hand, hesitating for a split second before settling on taking your hand in his own. You stood frozen, completely thrown out at his hesitation and softness.
"I am displeased, because every time I see you I cannot think straight. Every time someone else touches you, I feel rage I cannot understand" He paused for a breath, squeezing your fingers before continuing "I am the Praetorian of terra, and yet I find myself distracted by thoughts of you. I find every defence I have ever raised brought low by your voice"
Breathless, you felt his hand slowly climb your arm, skating along your shoulder before gripping your chin.
"I don't not know how to do this." He muttered, leaning down towards you "But I know that I want you. Tell me what to say to make you mine"
"I am yours" you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as the kiss sent warmth through your body.
Konrad Kurze
confidence is key you told yourself, walking through the halls of the Nightfall and ignoring the haunting wails that echoed through the bowels of the ship. Night lord astartes watched you pass, the seal on their helms hissing as they turned to glare at your frail form. They cocked their heads, listening to something before slinking away snarling at each other.
confidence is key you told yourself as you turned and found yourself facing a hall with no lighting, darkness completely enveloping the corridor. Taking a deep inhale and steeling yourself, Back straight and eyes forward, you stepped forward and allowed the dark to consume you.
"Confidence is key" came the whisper in the gloom, cold hands gripping your shoulders, spooking you. "And you seem very confident"
You gasped feeling the night haunters breath ghosting your neck and his thin fingers brushing along your arms before vanishing.
"You scared me, My lord Kurze"
He remained silent. You knew he was there, you could feel him somewhere in the dark watching you. You waited, for what felt like a life time, until you doubted your instincts. Then he finally spoke.
"You have not visited me for a while, little serf. Have you grown bored of your Primarch?"
His voice was teasing, but you could sense a bite behind them.
"Not at all, My lord. Unfortunately I have had other duties that have kept me from your company"
"Hmm. I shall have those duties assigned to someone else"
His hand was suddenly on the back of your head, tilting your face upwards. His breath was warm on your cheeks and you grinned manically as his grip tightened.
confidence is key
"My brave little serf" He cooed from the dark "How I have missed your company."
"And I yours, my lord"
Konrad paused, flexing his fingers on your skin, considering your words.
"Did you?" He muttered. "Did you....Miss me"
You tangled your hands through his long dark hair, relying on touch alone to draw his head towards you. You pressed your lips to his in a chaste kiss, smirking when he pushed into the embrace.
"Mine" He rumbled into the kiss, grapsing at your body. "You are mine"
Sanguinius
"You look...amazing"
You blushed at the angels words. Smoothing the long robe and pulling the hood up around your head to shield you form the heat of baal, you turned and looked in the mirror.
"Thank you, Sanguinius. I hope my new husband thinks so too"
The reflection of his face changed slightly; a scowl creasing his handsome face before he smothered it with an easy smile. He knelt down behind you and tweaked the robe, straightening a crease from its length
"If he doesn't he's an idiot. I will tell him so myself."
You laughed and turned, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling into him.
Sanguinius knelt unmoving, before reluctantly returning you hug. His breaths came sharper and you felt his hands twitch on your shoulder and waist. You stayed in his embrace, smelling the wind in his hair and feeling the warmth of his body on your own until the bell tolled, signalling the wedding procession.
You made to pull back, finding yourself pinned against him.
"Sanguinius i-"
"Don't do this" he whispered, clutching you to him. "Don't go with him"
"I don't understand"
"Be mine" He pulled you away finally and holding you at arms length.
"I love you." His eyes blazed as he looked at you. "I need you."
His lips crashed into yours before you could speak, his usual softness gone, replaced by fevered desperation to convey what he feared his words could not. You sank into the kiss, loosing yourself and you felt him soften with you.
"I'm yours"
Ferrus manus
You huffed at the screw, scowling when it refused to tighten any further. The palm of your hand was red with the effort of gripping the screwdriver and your fingers ached with the exertion, but still you fiddled and tweaked.
"What are you doing?"
The screw driver clattered to the ground and you squeaked, turning to find Ferrus scowling at the disregard to his tools. With a low groan, you slid from your chair and reached down to pick it back up.
"I was just fiddling" you replied sheepishly.
Ferrus covered the distance to you in an easy step and grabbed you wrist, twisting you hand upwards and staring at the raw skin. His steely eyes flicked between your palm and the workbench before releasing you.
You shrugged off the contact and made your way back towards the table, lifting your creation up to show him. A small pendant, simple and silver, hanging from a ceramite chain. The gorgon took it in his hand and turned it over before going to hand it back to you. You shook your head and reached towards it, taping a small button on the side. A hologram popped up, showing the planet of Medusa and its surrounding stars.
"You made this?" he rumbled, tracking the spinning solar system in his hand.
"Yes. For you"
"I see"
His face remained passive and you panicked.
"Oh i know its not very good. I dont have your talent, my lord. I just thought-"
The breath was pushed from your lungs as ferrus picked you up and sat you on the workbench, towering over you and pressing his lips to yours as his silvered hands caged you in. You squeaked and then relaxed, the familiar smell of molten metal lingered on his skin and the taste of salt on his tongue.
He finally broke the kiss and pulled back, leaving you dazed.
"Don't push yourself for me again" he growled, looking back down at the pendant still in his grasp and you watched him slip the chain over his head and stash it beneath his apron. Finally looking back at you, he softened.
"We'll do it together next time"
Angron
Angron's hand smashed into the wall, denting the steel and causing it to groan under the impact. He roared and raised his fist, hammering into the metal again. Behind him he could hear the fleeing footsteps of serfs as they bolted from the room in panic, no doubt whispering warnings and curses about him.
"Angron is losing it"
"Angron is a monster"
"Angron is an animal"
"He is needs to be put down. He needs-"
"Fresh towels, and clean water. you, bring bandages, NOW!"
Your voice cut through the bite of the nails, pulling him out of the red mist he found himself ensnared in. You stood to the side, pointing and shouting orders, grabbing serfs as they ran past.
His little serf, so loyal. Always right there to bandage up his wounds and soothe the angry shrieks of the neural implants eating away at his humanity.
His chest tightened and he stilled, feeling the fury ebb out of his body, leaving him tired, but calm. You glanced over, noticing the silence and rushed to his side, ushering the remaining servants out.
"My lord its ok, im here. what do you need"
"You-" he croaked, his voice cracking. "You are still here"
you cocked your head, curious. "Of course i am"
"Why"
You considered your words carefully before responding.
"Because...you need me."
Angron reached for you, brushing his finger along the line of your jaw and down your throat, nodding to himself.
"I need you..."
You lurched forward suddenly when he snagged the front of your shirt and pulled you towards him. His eyes were wild as he hooked his hands under your arms and pressed your back to the wall, your head inches from the dent in the hull. You reached a trembling hand to his face and held his cheek.
"Yes" You whispered "You need someone to look after you. You're not a monster, Angron"
His mouth was on you in a second, inexperienced and still flushed with adrenaline, the kiss was messy and heated. But deeper he pushed, the quieter the nails were.
and you were so soft in his hands.
"Yes, yes i need you"
Roboute Guilliman
Cato Sicarius was certain of many things. One: that he was the best damn fighter in the Ultramarines. Two: That the glory of the imperium and Ultramar came before all else. And three: That he had NO idea what was going on in his Primarch's head.
He stood stock straight at his genefathers side, helmet tucked to his side and bolter and blade holstered watching with mild concern as Guilliman paced back and forth. Cato marvelled at the strength of the marble floor, surprised there wasn't a deep furrow from the lords constant footfall.
"Tell me Cato, what would you do in my position."
The marine snapped to attention, frowning slightly at the question.
"My lord?"
Guilliman leant on his desk and sighed, rubbing his temples.
"If you had to choose between providing information that could drastically improve a situation, or render it completely void with no chance of reconciliation, what would you do"
Cato considered the question, looking for any hidden meaning behind it. Finding none, he shrugged and answered.
"My lord If I may speak frankly, a chance of improving any situation should be grasped with both hands. Those who choose otherwise are not worthy of your time nor effort"
The primarch seemed genuinely surprised at the marines answer, mulling over his response. They stood in silence for a moment longer before a sharp knock at the door interrupted. Sicarius watched as decades of stress and age left his lord face, Roboute perking up at the noise.
"Cato you may leave, send them in on your way out"
Cato flashed the aquilla across his chest and made for the door, propping it open as the little baseline hurried past him with a radiant smile.
"Thank you, Lord Sicarius" you beamed, stepping under his arm.
Cato chuffed, making his exit and trying to smother his ego as you congratulated him on his many battle merits.
"He'll need a new helmet if his head gets any bigger" chuckled Guiliman, pulling you up a chair.
You laughed and took a seat "Oh leave him be" you stifled your laugh and looked at Roboute "Its nice to see you laughing. it does me good to see you looking happier"
The thirteenth froze, halfway through pouring you a glass of wine, shaking himself from the sudden weight he felt at your words, he handed you the glass.
"I suppose I am happier.."
He held your gaze, hoping you would catch his meaning and put him out of his misery. Instead you sipped your glass before placing it down beside you.
"Good, I want you to be happy"
a chance of improving any situation should be grasped with both hands
Steeling himself he knelt in front of you, grabbing your hand and holding it between both of his massive ones. He looked you in the eye, ignoring the startled look jumping across your face and braced.
"I'm happier because I have you" he blurted, heat building in his cheeks, matching the own pink staining your face. "I love you and I want this to be more than it is and I want to do this properly-"
He was cut off as you kissed him, the taste of sweet wine on your tongue sent his body into overdrive, your fingers locking into his blonde crop to pull him towards you.
"Just kiss me already, Roboute"
Mortarion.
"Its ok, i know it hurts but we're nearly done"
Mortarion paused outside the door, listening to your voice float through the cracks. Peering through the gap, he watched you wrap a bandage around the young girls hand and then kiss her knuckles.
"See? All better. You're so brave!"
The child laughed and slid from the medic table. Mortarion watched the girls mother grab your hands and thank you, tears in her eyes when you pressed a medical bundle into her hand with a smile.
Pulling back, the primarch gripped his chest, feeling an odd tension behind his ribs when he watched you pick up another child and swing them around before setting them on the table and pulling more wraps free. Suddenly, as though sensing his presence, you turned towards the door, catching a glimpse of him as he ducked away.
"I'll be back in just a moment, you stay here" You tapped the child on the nose and walked towards mortarion, slipping through the door and closing it quietly behind you.
"My lord, did you need me for something? If you are injured I can come and attend you in your quarters like I always do" you stepped towards him, blinking up at him looking for fresh wounds.
"No I am not injured"
Your eyes moved to his hand, still laid on his chest.
"IS it your chest? Take a seat, Let me listen" Before he could protest, you ushered him onto a bed, ignoring the bunks groan under the primarchs sheer size.
"Really i am-" Mortarions heart began thundering behind his ribcage as you pressed your ear to his chest, your small fingers locked around his wrist monitoring his pulse.
"Your heartrate is up" you murmured "Is something bothering you?"
"You are" he cracked, the words coming out shorter than he intended.
"Forgive me, Lord. I didnt realise i was bothering you"
"No i just mean" he stumbled over his words before grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into a kiss. His breath was hot on your skin and he trembled slightly when your lips moved against his. Breaking free for air, you gasped at the pale king, sitting dumbstruck on the medbed.
"is...that... what was bothering you?"
He nodded, reaching for you again and recoiling at his own actions.
"I have...wanted to do that for some time" He placed his hand back over his hearts. "It feels...good"
You reached up and cupped his cheeks with both your hands, gently pulling him back towards you.
"Then I should do it again" you whispered, going in for another kiss "Doctors orders"
Magnus
You reread the note in your hand, watching the ink swirl around the yellowed page.
Meet me in the library. Midnight. Come alone.
A hand alighted on your shoulder and you shrieked, smothering your mouth with your palm as you spun away from the contact.
Magnus chuckled, reaching for you again.
"Did I make you jump" he mused, his eye twinkling in the filtered moonlight seeping through the arching doors of the balcony.
"You know you did" you huffed, clutching your chest like your heart was threatening to jump out. "did you drag me out of bed just to scare me?"
"Of course not, I have a matter of great importance I need to discuss with you"
Taking your hand, he led you out to the balustrade.
"Magnus its too cold out here to-"
Your voice was lost as you looked up at the night sky. Blue, purples and greens danced across the stars in a swathe of ethereal light, painting the streets of Tzica in a curtain of ethereal colour.
"Oh Magnus its beautiful"
Magnus put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you close to him, watching your eyes light up with every flash of new light.
"Be mine"
"what?" you looked up at him, at the easy smile playing across his face and the wind dancing through his scarlet hair.
"This is all for you. I will do this for you every night. I will paint the sky in whatever colours you desire. I will bend worlds for you, give you things you cant even imagine"
"You don't need to do all of that Magnus"
The primarchs smile faded slightly, confusion apart on his face.
"I would do anything for you" he pressed. "I can give you whatever you desire-"
you laid your hand over his and squeezed.
"I just want you"
Magnus picked you up and pulled you close, the heat of his kiss pushing the night chill from your body as he held you beneath the painted sky of Tzica.
Horus Lupercal
Horus was the epitome of confidence, strolling up to you and casually taking your hand like he had known you for years.
well, he had. But things had changed. In the 4 years since you had last seen him, Horus had risen to warmaster. Gaining fame and glory in the name of the imperium, he had grown larger than life.
And yet.
When he had returned for you; taking your hand so softly between his, kissing your knuckles and smiling that same self assured grin he always had, maybe not much has changed at all. He was still your best friend, the same mane you knew.
But for Horus, everything had changed.
4 years apart had done nothing to quell the need for you that coiled in his gut. And Horus was a conqueror, when he wanted something, he took it.
"Horus, what is this?"
You had entered his chambers to find the lighting dark, illuminated instead by the low flickering light of candles upon a laden table. Meats and fruits sprawled across the surface and a pitcher of wine sat in the middle. At one end sat Horus, grinning at you over the rim of a goblet.
"I'm winning you over, isn't it obvious" He laughed, rising to his feet to pull out your chair. It was so infectious you found yourself chuckling back.
"You've already won me over" you allowed him to help you into your seat.
"Not in the way i want" his voice was low, whispered into your ear as he bent and tucked your chair in. Shivers crawled up your spine and a pleasant warmth bloomed in your body at his words.
"Oh? and what do you want" you cooed back, falling into his flirtation far to easily.
"You" he shot back, relishing how easily you became flustered.
"Do you plan on conquering me, war master"
It was Horus turn to pause, his smile spreading as he pulled the chair back out and spun it, pushing the chair onto its back legs as he balanced his hand on the back rest and lent close.
"Perhaps I do" he purred "Unless you are ready to discuss the terms of your surrender"
"And what would those be?"
The taste of fine wine and gunpowder coated your tongue as Horus silenced you with a kiss. It was, as all things the war master does, far too perfect and far to easy to fall into, his tongue running along your lip before he pulled back.
"I like these terms, war master"
Lorgar
"This is far too much, Lorgar"
Lorgar slumped, holding the book of poems and litanies in his hand. Written inside were works dedicated to you, his love for you, what he would do for you.
"What is wrong with them" he cracked, gesturing for you to take them again "This is for you, its all for you"
You shuffled backwards, shaking your head.
"Lorgar its too much, i dont want this"
The primarch fell to his knees before you, reaching for you, only to stop himself before he could brush against your skin. He stared at you like a holy icon, something so tantalisingly within reach, but to profound to grasp.
"Nothing is too much for you" he whispered "Nothing will ever be too much for you"
you stepped towards hi, reaching out and tracing along the intricate tattoos across his face. He shuddered under your touch, fer and euphoria alighting on his face.
Tell me what you want, I will give you anything, everything"
"I just want you, Lorgar. Only you"
You gestured to the scattered pages littering the floor around you.
"I dont need any of this."
"Then what?"
"Kiss me
Lorgar was on you in a breath, hands trembling as they gripped your body and his lips pressing into yours with delicate restraint, holding himself back from desire he considered to base to indulge, but all to willing to dive into at your demand.
"Take me, lorgar. Make me yours"
Vulkan
Vulkan watched quietly as you tidied around his forge, sweeping old ash and molten metal into a neat pile before moving on to organising his tools. Half were far to heavy, too long or too cumbersome for you to carry, but still you persevered.
Great care was taken with everything you did. Delicate hands polishing the dust from his anvil, refilling his oils and checking the stock of his ore. A list was laid on the side, your hand writing gradually filling the page as you made a note of everything his was low on.
A contended warmth grew in the salamanders chest, making his chest and throat feel tight. His fingers itched, aching to hold you close, to show you the same care you showed to the hammer that shaped his swords as you ran your fingers over it, checking for damage.
He'd watched you do this for weeks now, quietly slipping from your bunk to attend to his workshop when you thought no one would see you. Each time left him feeling like a secret shard. But as your visits. continued, so did the feeling in his chest.
The first time he had approached you had left you weak at the knees and fearful, but each night you relaxed a little more and each night Vulkan left feeling like he was closer to something that left him feeling hotter than his forge.
"How long have you done this?"
You jumped, reeling as the primarch emerged from the shadow.
"My lord i didnt see you there. I should expect you after all this time, but you still make me jump."
HE shook his head, asking again "how long have you been doing this? cleaning up, checking my inventory?"
"Only a few hours, my lord"
"I meant in general"
You shook your head "I couldn't say, Lord Vulkan. One day i passed and noticed you were low on Prometheum. I had a barrel brought up and from there..." You faded off.
"You've been keeping it filled for me" He rumbled, running his hand along the polished anvil. "And expecting nothing in return? why?"
"Because its for you"
The quiet smile on your face left the primarch feeling weak, his chest tightening again. His crimson eyes burned into you, but you stood firm, ignoring your body as it screamed at you to cow beneath his Prescence. He knelt in front of you and brushed a piece of iron lint from your shoulder, warm hands brushing across your jaw as he reach out. He froze, feeling your own feeble warmth beneath his burning temperature, feeling the softness of your skin beneath the callous of his knuckles and felt his restrain snap.
Before he could think, he had pulled you against him, bringing your face up to his and capturing your lips. the kiss was soaked in burning desire, hot and heavy he left you panting beneath his touch.
"Let me know you more" he whispered, sliding his hand down your back. "Let me know all of you
Corvus Corax
"Its just the dark, its just the dark. There's nothing to be afraid of"
You whimpered to yourself, edging your way along the dark bowels of the shadow of the emperor. The ship groaned and creaked in the vast expanse of space, but offered no reprieve.
"Its just the dark its fine, you're ok" You continued to babble, trying to stem the tears that had begun to flow down your cheeks.
You hadnt meant to get so lost, but the ship was dark and the jump from the immaterium into real space had left your sense smothered and confused.
"Help me" you croaked, collapsing to your knees and sobbing. "Help me please"
"I'm here"
Corvus' voice sounded behind you, and you lurched to your feet groping outwards until his hand closed around yours. With a choked cry, you fell into him, nuzzling against his stomach.
"Corvus!" you wailed "Corvus you came for me, i was so scared"
"I know" his tone was low, gentle as he consoled you, running his hand along the top of your head "When i saw you were gone, i had to come find you. i had to know you were safe"
"Please don't leave me" you cried into him.
"I wont. I wont ever leave you"
He sank to the floor with you, clutching you to his chest and allowing you to cry in the dark, smearing your tears into his cloak. The steady tump thump thump of his hearts and the smell of fresh ink gradually soothed you and you slowly hiccupped yourself into silence.
"I meant it" Corvus spoke, breaking the peaceful quiet. "I wont leave you. Ever. If you want me. If you will have me."
His long hair tickled your skin as you tilted your head up, finding his lips already waiting for you. His kiss was soft, gentle and quiet as the night, leaving your head spinning and your heart settled. After claiming your lips, he kissed the tears from your cheeks.
"Im always here"
Alpharius/Omegon
"You should eat" you placed the tray down on the table beside the primarch "It wont do anyone any good if you waste away.
Alpharius glanced at you before looking away.
"I have already eaten" He gestured to the empty plate sitting next to the fresh tray.
"No, your brother has eaten, you havent"
Alpharius grinned at you, watching you roll your eyes exasperated.
"How can you be so sure"
"I know you" you replied simply, pouring him a glass and offering it to him alongside a small plate "Now please? At least have something"
"You are a marvel" he laughed, taking the goblet and quaffing it in one swift mouthful. "I think you're the only one to tell the difference"
"Its not that hard" You shrugged, "you're both so different"
"Oh?"
You nodded.
"Omegon has a sweet tooth, you prefer savoury. Omegon sit a particular way in that chair, but you recline back more. Your smile is softer than your brothers, it reaches your eyes-"
You stopped yourself, blushing furiously.
Alpharius cocked his head and grabbed your wrist, pulling you to straddle him in his chair, the plate falling to the floor with a clatter.
"You know me so well" He sighed, his mouth pressed to your ear like he was whispering a secret.
"Maybe i should get to know you?"
You squirmed, heat rushing around your body as the door opened and Omegaon slipped in. The twin took one look at the precarious situation you found yourself and grinned.
"Oh, we've decided to make a move, have we?"
You glanced between them "Wh-what?"
"Ive seen how you look at us" Alpharius laughed.
"Seen the way your eyes linger" continued Omegon, moving behind the chair and grabbing your chin to look at him.
"We want to know you better"
Omegon's lips brushed yours, tenderly, teasing as his brothers mouth found your throat. You gasped and Omegaon released you, only to find yourself pulled into a kiss by Alpharius. Firmer, more dominating, his tongue pushing in to taste you.
When he finally released you, you head was reeling. The Brothers laughed and you gazed between them from beneath wet lashes.
Riffing on the Primarch break up headcanons and the marrying someone else headcanons, what if the beloveds marriage to someone else was aragnged? Maid of Honor slips a note explaining the clusterfuck to a member of the legion, who passes it to the Primarch. How do you HC the ensuing debacle goes down?
Primarchs finding out you were forced into an arranged marriage
gn!reader
ohh I hadn't even though about it while writing the og post lol. they're not too different from the orginal I suppose
@thethronezone incase you're interested in the part 2
cont. of this post
Warnings: none
Lion El'johnson: Yeah he would still challenge them to a duel just, like, To the Death I guess. He has a protector kink I'd say? While this situation is horrible and sad for both of you he does get off a wee bit on the fact he's rescuing you. As soon as you're back in his "custody" he's locking you in the princess tower.
Fulgrim: Mobilises his legion to sabotage the wedding as he goes in to profess his love and air out the situation VERY publicly. rip fulgrim u would've loved telenovellas
Perturabo: Annoyingly smug. he Sucks guys. Oh you were forced into this? Yeah I bet you were. cause you're just a sad, helpless, weak little stupid baseline, aren't you? Privately threatens your fiance and the situation magically resolves.
Jaghatai Khan: Yeah I don't think the nature of the marriage would stop him from stealing/eloping/kidnapping you. Whatever you wanna call it again ur gawn.
Leman Russ: The Space Wolves would DEFINITELY sabotage the wedding in this case. Explodes ur fiancé's head right on the stage sorrryyy.
Rogal Dorn: He'll object but also has 500 contingency plans in case you don't want to leave, can't leave, hostage situation, fiance is powerful war wise, if the carpets are an ugly colour etc etc he's thought it all through.
Sanguinius: Air strikes! Doesn't bother professing his love publicly, it's not for the ears of your fiance or anyone who went along with this. Soft launches a proposal as he's giving a speech to his legion about another successful attack.
Ferrus Manus: Still angry, but also disgusted. He ultimately believes in the good of humanity but considers this a sick and disgusting thing to do. He let's some of his idiot sons out of their stupid cage as extra intimidation and just, walks out the venue with you. lol
Angron: KILL MAIM BURN but not from him, surprisingly. He too is letting his idiots off their leash with the promise of whoever retrieves the fiancé's head gets a pat on the shoulder from him. This is a Lie. He picks you up and fucks off.
Roboute Guilliman: Frantic but livid. He's going through all the correct procedures of "rescuing" you and calling off the wedding but he is barely containing the urge to rip your fiancé's lung from his chest. Well, he wouldn't do it in the moment but mysteriously he turned up dead? huh, weird.
Mortarion: Annoying Motherfucker lmao. A part of him believes this isn't true and that you actually wanted this. In his self loathing he would miss the chance to act in the moment and gave to *rectify it later. *read: kill with poison
Magnus: mind control, its very effective.
Horus Lupercal: Objects but he's less Cunt about it. He's just fucking angry and is rapidly approaching with intent to kill as he half confesses half threatens everyone present.
Lorgar Aurelian: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (occasionally turns to your fiance and condemns him to hell) (the word bearers are gonna fucking GET him)
Vulkan: He'd never kill a human for no valid reason but he's honestly debating whether or not this counts as a valid reason. He objects and proposes very romantically and frankly, who's gonna stop a man that size from just walking off with you?
Corvus Corax: Grits his teeth and let's it go through. He doesn't want you to have the association as his romantic interest because it would endanger you. But mysteriously your husband turns up dead oh no you'll just have to come under the protection of his legion because there's a killer out there.
Alpharius & Omegon: sabotaged the wedding with their weird minion sons And they are going to kill your husband. Maybe take his place maybe not but he won't stay alive
okkii hopefully this was different enough from the last one and entertaining
Hi-hi! Loved your "not-seen-in-public moments" post about Sanguinius, and it got me wondering - could you be willing to write something about other such moments for the rest of the Primarchs?
The secret life of Primarchs
Hello! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy ☺️
(also sorry for taking so long to answer, university was kicking my ass🥲)
Fulgrim
Fried food, especially deep fried nutripaste balls are his absolute guilty pleasure. He should be more refined than this, but the simplicity and unhealthiness is just so delightful to him. Deep fried nutripaste balls also remind him of his younger years. Back in the mines of chemos, deep frying nutripaste was done to celebrate events like weddings with simple means. And yes, he licks the grease off of his fingers when you aren’t watching.
Ferrus Manus
This man does not like weakness. Not even a little. And he interprets many things as weaknesses others would simply view as amenities. However, he has one guilty pleasure. You. In public, he is the stoic primarch of the Iron Hands. He cannot show displays of affection in public, but he can do so in private. His favorite is to pull you into his lap and keep you there while he works on a new design. Though he’d turn anyone who even assumes as much into a servitor out of sheer principle.
Vulkan
Just lounging around for hours. Yes, he loves to work, but he also loves to rest. He lies on his belly like a sleepy dragon, arms under a pillow. Don’t try to move him. Once he is truly relaxed and comfortable he turns into an immovable object. Lay down on top of him, he actually enjoys your weight of you on his back. And trust me, he is comfortable and warm. His muscles are the perfect mixture of soft and firm.
Lion’el Jonson
After a particularly annoying day where even training (pummeling his men into the ground) won’t take the edge off, he likes to whittle. It’s a hobby he picked up as a young boy on Caliban, but no, the great knight can’t admit to crafting little figurines just for the fun of it. So, in the secrecy of his chambers is a hidden box with whittling knives and carved toys. Bears, foxes, eagles, hedgehogs and a lion with matching cubs. He intends to gift all of those figures to his future children someday.
Roboute Guilliman
The Ultramarine loves to bathe with you. Generally, he loves to bathe. But when he visits a bathhouse with his sons, it’s always serious. But with you? He relaxes completely and inhales the aromatic steam. His personal weakness are baths with bathing salts. Roboute will pul you on his lap and hold you there. He could spend hours in the bath, away from all duties and duties. Just you and him and the water. Afterwards, he’ll offer to rub your body with scented oils. Please return the favour.
Jaghatai Khan
The Khan is a pretty open person. He doesn’t really have a lot to hide. After all, secrets just weigh you down. However, in private his domestic side shows even stronger. He pours both of you a cup of tea as he pulls you closer. Jaghatai will kiss your head and talk about his past and the future. The places he wants to see, potential names for your future children. It’s those small moments that make even the toughest battle worthwhile.
Sanguinius
Being alone with you is probably the most relaxing thing in his life. He doesn’t need to put up a perfect mask, instead, he can be human. When you tell him a funny story, his laugh has that little snort only you get to hear. He grabs you out of nowhere to pepper your face with kisses. His oh so perfect wings might itch and he rubs them against a wall to relieve said itch. It’s especially bad shortly before he moults. Sanguinius will gladly lie down on his stomach so that you can scratch the hard to touch spots on his wings. His shoulders will slag in relief as content little moans leave his mouth
Mortarion
Mortarion might specialize in creating bio weapons of mass destruction, however, hidden away in his lab is also a beehive. He actually treats those bees as his beloved pets and provides for them better than some do for their own children. There were no bees on Barbarus, the planet was a Wasteside in 98% of the surface. So the first time he saw a bee on a foreign planet, he was enchanted. Entire eco systems depended on this one, small creature. Perhaps, one day they would help him save Barbarus as well. In the meantime, he will gladly show you how to take care of his hive.
Angron
His butchers nails are the curse of Angron’s existence. The pain, the blind rage, the fury. In rare moments, it becomes too much. It’s then that this mountain of a man quietly cries. Nobody can ever know about this. Not Lotara, not Kharn and especially not his father. His tears are reserved for the only person in this cruel, unjust galaxy who actually understands him. You. He will hold you without a single noise leaving his mouth, the only indicator for his tears would be the growing wet spots on your back. It doesn’t happen often, but when it happens? It breaks your heart.
Perturabo
He loves putting his head on your lap while he’s venting. Unfortunately, he is surrounded by incompetent people and fools who don’t see his genius. Perturabo will bury his face in your stomach as he speaks of all the wrongs others committed and how it affects him. The feeling of your warmth makes it at least a little better. Run your fingers through his hair, he needs it.
Rogal Dorn
He has a miniature of the imperial palace in his chambers he built himself. It’s fully furnished and even has miniature people in it. To keep things accurate, he moves the figures around from time to time. One might call it playing with dolls, Dorn would call it “ensuring the accuracy of his greatest model”. When someone changes their appearance, he makes sure to change their miniature to match their new look.
Lorgar Aurelian
This man has a sweet tooth. It’s his tiny sin, away from the watchful eyes of Kor Phaeron. You have to urge him a little, but once he gets over his hesitations? Oh he is so down for whatever it is you want him to try. Peanut bar? Brilliant. Stuffed date? He gladly accepted one more. Cake? You got him cake? Close the blinds, the following scenes are not meant for gods eyes.
Horus
There are a lot of things Horus is great at. Singing is not one of those things. That doesn’t stop him from singing though. But, to avoid mockery, he only does it when he’s alone. Get ready for some of the worst karaoke of your life but please, don’t stop him. Join in and see Horus eyes light up. The only other person who knows about this besides you is Abaddon because he once stormed in thinking his Primarch was in danger. He wasn’t. He was trying to sing My Heart Will Go On.
Konrad Curze
We all know that he has many questionable hobbies and he sure is a character to behold. Konrad is the kind of person to deal with his feelings in very destructive ways, but there is one way of coping nobody except you knows about. Poetry. He has a collection of books he penned and only he is allowed to read them. They are dark, often times violent and even more often, sad. Once he is truly secure in your relationship, he will read his poems to you and only you.
Corvus Corax
In private, his bird tendencies truly get to shine. Most of the fandom agrees that he collects shiny trinkets, however, he also mimics voices and he is damn good at it. He actually uses it to make you laugh by copying funny or embarrassing conversations he overheard. Eavesdropping on others is one of the many advantage of being a living shadow.
Magnus
He enjoys ancient literature from the dark ages of Terra.
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Romantasy. He reads romantasy books. The wilder and dirtier, the better. Magnus gets so enchanted with the stories he reads, it feels as if he knows the protagonist’s in real life when he tells you all about them. He also writes the occasional fanfiction or even writes complete AU’s if he doesn’t like the way a story ends.
Leman Russ:
Ok, so this man is pretty shameless. He burbs, he coughs, he bellows and he brawls, not an ounce of shame to be found in him. But unbeknownst to his space wolves, in private, their great leader likes to get bossed around. A lot. He doesn’t mind licking your face during a great feast, let the others watch how he claims you! But when it’s just the two of you? Tell him to shut up and watch him grin like a lovesick fool. This dynamic could never be shown in public, his reputation would be in shambles. But in private? The great wolf is your clingy puppy.
Alpharius/Omegon:
They argue. A lot.
“Alpharius stop pretending to be me for a moment, will you? This is supposed to be a romantic time with our darling.”
“….AlPhArIuS StOp pReTeTeNdInG To bE Me fOR A MoMeNt, WiLl YoU?”
Ensue fistfight. As much as they fight, they also make up just as quickly. However, depending how the day was, you might need to put on a lot of patience with those two.
Omegon Bonus: He anonymously writes a really popular gossip column about anyone of name and rank. Including the other Primarchs. Many have sworn to dice the author alive once they catch them because that magazine is saucy and no one is getting spared.
Hypnosis, two dicks one hole, non consensual, breeding
Shout out to @gh0st-nebulae for drawing the evil duo
Alpharius spotted the diver first, separated from her group, loose netted sack in hand full of human trash. There was a group of them, diving up and down, sifting through the sand for cans and bottles. There’d been a noisy and obnoxious boat of partygoers only the night before, loud enough to scare off most of the little mers that usually basked around these vast coral reefs.
It left them with plenty of fish to feast on, scavengers to their core. He and his brother’s long, thin bodies wove through the coral with ease, jaws snapping around unaware and vulnerable fish. They cared little for the shiny trash, except when it got caught between their teeth and thehy had to pick it out.
A human… however. Well, that was more than just a treat. They weren’t opposed to dragging the occasional human down, letting some other mer take the fall for their hunger, but they were quite satisfied from their scavenging already. Well, their bellies were quite satisfied.
He glanced around and began weaving his way through the coral reef. The sunlight filtering through the waters helped to hide his long tail, a shade of teal that seemed to blur in the light. The striping only served to help appear as mere ripples and small waves.
He slipped into a cast off net and let it tangle around his tail. It was an old fisher’s nest, washed up by the currents and tangled around the reef. He ensured he could still slip out of it, of course. He would never let himself truly be so entangled.
Then, when the diver swam down, her netted sack empty, he put on his show. He thrashed and flailed, kicking up sand and snapping off coral. It gained her attention quickly and she swam towards him, long rubber fins kicking gently.
She wore little equipment, a mask over her face and nose, her netted sack, a pair of graspers hanging from a cord around her wrist. She approached him slowly, holding out her hand in a clear sign of openness and no harm intended. He stilled his thrashing, eyes wide in feigned fear as his gills flared in panic.
She smiled and moved closer, reaching out for the net. He made a point to flinch back, blowing foaming bubbles from his mouth when she touched the hook he’d allowed to hook into his tail. She offered a gentle pat to his tail, blowing a few bubbles of her own to match his.
He moved his upper half closer to her, poking at her gasper curiously with a tilt of his head. She slipped it off her wrist for him and showed him how to slip his fingers into the handle. It only took one of his fingers to fit on the handle and he gave it a few harmless snaps before turning it on her.
She made a soft sound when he closed it around her ankle and kicked lightly, but didn’t truly kick him off. Clearly, she had some experience with mers, content to let him distract himself with the grabber as she gently untangled his netting.
The net came off easily, the slick mucus of his tail helping her. She bundled it up and waved her hands through the water, cleaning them of the slime. She pointed up to the surface and made a clear ‘wait’ motion.
He held onto her little grabber, clicking it a few more times before slipping free of the coral, spotting Omegon lurking in the shadows, much lower than him. He shot his twin a wink, stretching out his tail as he swam up to join her.
She was taking several deep breaths when he surfaced, filling her lungs. He teased her legs with his tail, making her jump and look around, her eyes landing on his. He held her gaze, his lips curling as the sun reflected off of them.
He licked his lips, keeping a portion of his tail around her as he pulled her closer to his body. She gave a small struggle and he clamped his webbed hand over her mouth when she opened it to scream. “Shh,” he purred, “no need for that.”
The hypnosis settled into her mind and he smeared slime over her mouth and nose. Plunging two fingers into her loose mouth, he coated the inside of her mouth and the back of her throat. It would be quite inconvienent if she drowned, after all.
She was wonderfully limp and pliant as he dragged her back down, abandoning her little grasper and letting it sink to the seafloor. The slime coating her mouth let her temporarily breathe in the water, though it was admittedly messy and gross to aware humans.
Omegon slithered through the water to join him, wrapping himself around his brother and their prey. “You think she’s good enough?”
Alpharius smiled at their prey, keeping his eyes on hers. His slit was already opening and she was blissfully unaware, smiling up at him dopily. “Oh, I’m sure she is. She’s at the peak of her cycle.”
Omegon sliced his claws through her swimwear, not caring if his claws drew blood. She twitched away, her arms flailing in protest, trying to hit him. Her protesting flailing missed, but Omegon hissed down at her all the same.
Alpharius took her hands, grinding against her as his slim cock extended from his slit. He shushed her softly, bringing her hands to his chest and expertly pinning them between their bodies. He spread her legs, sniffing the thin blood in the water. “Be careful, Omegon. You don’t want to attract predators.”
Omegon snorted, blowing a stream of bubbles from his gills. He wasn’t waiting for Alpharius, already thrusting against her and smearing slick across her cunt. It made her nerves light up in pleasure, priming her for an easier access.
She squirmed between them, mouth open and gasping through the film. Omegon all but shoved his cock into her, hitting her cervix hard. She jerked at the motion and he smirked as she squeezed around him.
Alpharius cooed down at her, his hands brushing over her body, curiously exploring her breasts, tugging on them gently. Omegon was already thrusting and the motion jolted her body, making her jerk. Her mind was blank as he held her close, keeping her slowly blinking gaze on his own.
He eased his cock into her, moaning as he rubbed against Omegon’s. They were both slim enough to fill her, though they felt how she struggled, her moan dissipating into the swirling waters. She was certainly tight around them already, her body loosening to fit them both, relaxing thanks to their natural slick.
Whereas Omegon went hard and rough, Alpharius went slower, rolling his hips to grind into her. He worked her to relax and open up, toying with her chest, smiling as she relaxed and began moving with him.
Their cocks rubbed against each other and she squeezed around them, her slick adding to theirs. Omegon hissed in pleasure as he forced himself past her cervix, shoving in deep. Her outcry of pained pleasure bubbled out and she arched out, clenching around them as she came.
Omegon grinned down at her, squeezing her thighs and letting his claws press into her skin. “See, she likes it.”
Alpharius snorted softly, though he couldn’t stop himself from smiling and grinding deep into her. “You’ll come back, too, won’t you?”
She nodded, shivering as Omegon began to spill his fertile seed into her. The hot fluid filled her and Alpharius groaned at the sensation, rolling his hips and fucking up into her. He groaned, swiftly joining his brother in filling her.
Her stomach began to swell outwards, her womb filled with their seed. They continued pumping into her, rocking back and forth, Omegon still jostling her body with every thrust. She was openly gasping, mouth wide as bubbles flowed out from her mouth.
Alpharius bowed his head, kissing her forehead as he slid out of her, intent on taking her back up. “Oh, yes, you’ll be back for more.”
