#roboute x reader

[wolf-tail]

Imagine being married to Guilliman and having to brute force him into relaxation and self-care by literally locking up his armor, so your marriage is just a constant repeat of the "WHERE IS MY SUPER SUIT!?" scene from incredibles

[esteemedbastard]

@wolf-feathers12

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Transmasc Guilliman abounds here; if that's not your flavor, please click away.

You hadn't planned on Lord Commander Guilliman taking you up on your offer of "relaxation." But after watching him come out of a meeting with a diplomat, looking like a beleaguered falcon having to wrangle a flock of unruly pigeons, your heart went out to him.

Apparently he felt the same way, as he accepted your offer almost immediately.

Being in Roboute's quarters felt like stepping into a divine temple, especially when your eyes landed on the sight of Roboutein a soft cloth robe. It was an honor that he trusted you with such vulnerability, and you hoped that you didn't lose this precious trust.

He shucked his robe and laid on the bed, waiting your presence. Withdrawing the bottle of oil you brought, you slick up your fingers before joining Roboute on the bed.

Silence reigns between the two of you before Roboute looks over one broad shoulder and nods at you. Your hands massage the oil into his skin and a light citrus scent fills the air. He has so many knots in his left shoulder alone, that you spend three minutes working it with your hands.

But your effort is rewarded with a deep groan from Roboute that vibrates the bed. With every rub and grope, you feel the knots in his shoulder loosen until you can move on to the next shoulder and then down his back.

You're thankful that Roboute is currently on his stomach, as your body is starting to have a...reaction to his sounds and the touch of his skin. A pink blush decorates your face and you bite your bottom lip, especially after a particularly deep, guttural groan when you press on the small of Roboute's back.

You clear your throat. "My Lord, could you please turn over?"

He does, and after some shuffling, you get situated on the bed. Roboute's red face forces you to do a double take, and for a second, you both merely stare at each other's flushing cheeks.

"I think it would be easier if you straddled me," Roboute breathes, and you nod eagerly. You do straddle Roboute, though your knees don't even touch the bed. Despite your arousal, you try to at least properly massage Roboute's pectorals, assiduously applying oil to the scars underneath them.

He watches you with a hooded gaze as you massage his chest, belly, and thighs; the coarse golden hair turning soft and glistening with oil. When you sit between his thighs, facing his pussy, you look up to Roboute with a hopeful expression.

"Go on," he murmurs, smiling--almost shyly. Roboute bends his legs at the knee and plants his feet on the bed so you can maneuver between them without fear of being crushed. You wriggle onto your stomach and place a hand on his pelvis while your other hand spreads his pussy lips.

The wetness of his pussy and the oil on your hand makes things slick, but the sound of Roboute's deep sigh awakens something warm in your bones. Leaning in, you kiss his clit before moving down to his pussy and licking a long stripe up it.

His grumbling moan encourages you, and you bury your face in Roboute's pussy. Your tongue plunges inside of him, feeling the warmth that greets you and clenches around your tongue. Roboute is tense inside here too, and you wonder if you're the only person to touch him like this.

Has he ever touched himself? The sudden image of Roboute fingering his flushed, dripping pussy fills your mind and you moan, buzzing his clit unintentionally.

But when he moans in response, you do it again. And again. And again.

"You tease," Roboute huffs, charmingly exasperated. When you do it again, just to egg him on, he whimpers. "If you keep doing that, I won't last much longer."

It's not a warning. It's a challenge. Rubbing your nose against Roboute's clit, you devour his pussy until his whimpering turns into sobbing. Though you don't slow down, you do look up at him.

"Don't stop!" he begs you, "please don't sto-hooohhh,"

Warm wetness hits your face as he cums, and you close your eyes. You don't stop, continuing to tongue Roboute through his orgasm, listening to his ragged sobs interspersed with "thank you's."

Pulling away, you wipe your hand on your sleeve and crawl up to Roboute on the bed. Tear tracks glisten on his cheeks like stars and you kiss them softly, taking particular care to kiss the one on his trembling chin.

His hands reach for you, but you push them away. "This is for you," you whisper, and he sobs your name.

"Thank you."

[lovingthewildlife]

One thing about being an advanced lifeform was that everything was enhanced. His skeletal structure, his intellect and... His hearing.

Lifting his cup to his lips, he listened to the conversation going on a few tables away from him, knowing the women of this small backwards planet had no idea he could easily eavesdrop on them.

"They're definitely hot." One of them muttered. "Like crazy hot. I don't run after men, but for them? A bitch might power walk."

"yeah but.. military men. I've been there before, not really keen on going through that again."

"Are you kidding? Look at how they're built! Take a chance, they would rock your world."

"Sex isn't everything." The previous woman sounded cautious. "But.. they are attractive. I would not kick them out of bed for eating cookies."

"Such exacting standards."

Her friend was obviously tipsy already and he heard the shuffle as bodies moved and when he glanced over he could see the girls leaning on one another for support.

And found a pair of dark brown eyes watching him as intently as he'd been listening to them. She froze up for a moment and he saw the brief flicker where she decided he couldn't have possibly heard them. Raising his glass in salute, he was rewarded with the sight of her cheeks flaming with more color.

"Oh my God I think he heard."

"Buy him a drink!" Her friend giggled.

"He has a drink."

"Buy him another. And go over to deliver it. You can say you wanted to share and bring two straws."

"Okay, you're cut off. Let's get you some water."

Practice was what made it easy for him to ensure his expression didn't change as he quickly finished off his drink. If she wouldn't get him a drink, he could always get one for her. A non alcoholic one for her and her friend.