Which primarchs are the most passionate pussy eaters?
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Vulkan
Oh, sweetheart, you are absurdly blessed. Vulkan eats you out better than almost anyone in the entire Imperium, his talent, his instincts, and his literal biological design make him a master at it.
His hot mouth, his warm, molten-smooth tongue, they'll have you shaking, thighs trembling while you try not to scream loud enough for the whole forge to hear.
You don't ride his face, he holds you there.
Lion El’Jonson
Unexpected, huh? The Lion hides his naturally high libido behind that icy, stoic knight façade, but in truth he’s one of the rare soft-subs in the entire Imperium.
Sit on the nearest table, lift the hem of your dress, and let him see that you didn’t bother with underwear today, he won’t survive it.
Pull his hair, moan like you mean it, and watch one of the Emperor’s most secretive sons melt like sundae on a hot stone.
Under all that armor and discipline, he's yours.
Leman Russ
As we all know, the boy has wolf habits, and with them comes an oral fixation that could kill a lesser woman.
He licks you constantly, he nips and mouths at your skin as if memorizing the taste.
He loves when you touch his teeth with your fingers. He loves licking you until you smell like him, until his instincts are fully convinced you’re marked as his mate, and he as yours.
And that’s why he loves eating you out so much, his tongue is wide, soft, ridiculously warm, every pass over your most sensitive parts pulls pleasure out of you in waves you can’t control.
Russ doesn't just go down on you, he worships.
Perturabo
Who the fuck is surprised?
Perturabo has every fetish known to mankind, and at least three humanity haven’t discovered yet.
He leans heavily into creepy, obsessive stalker vibe
Which means, of course, one of his favorite ways to "please you" is shoving his head between your thighs like he’s starving.
He eats you out like a man who hasn’t been fed in a month and has finally been served the greatest dish ever created, he gets deep, he torments your poor clit without mercy, and he absolutely does not care about the obscene, wet, messy sounds he makes.
Slurping? Yes.
Sniffing because your juices and his own spit got up his nose again? Aha.
Moaning into your thighs? Always.
If you want to fuck after that, give him five minutes, he gets so worked up he needs to cool down or he’ll finish the second he’s inside you.
Fulgrim
Of course he gives a lot of attention to oral pleasure, kisses, soft bites, slow worship that melts your spine.
And yes, he’s excellent at going down on you (why does "cunnilingus" sound like a medieval tax document? ew what a disgusting word-), but he has one little habit.
He often does it right after he comes inside you, as if tasting the mixture of you and him completes the artwork.
As if pleasure isn’t finished until he savors everything you are.
Sanguinius
One of the gentliest, most sensual lovers among his brothers.
Like Fulgrim, he adores kissing and is absolutely not opposed to oral sex, he had zero experience before you, which somehow made him learn twice as fast
But then...
One day he felt the familiar emptiness in his stomach, the spark of the Red Thirst, and caught the scent of your blood, he always knew when your cycle began.
The logic clicked instantly, a small amount would sate him, he wouldn’t lose control, it would ease your pain.
How had he never thought of this?
It was the best thing he had ever tasted, thick, slightly sweet, warm like fine rich wine, and the sound of your moans only fed the rush.
His tongue reached so deep it felt like he was kissing the very core of you, his beautiful face smeared with blood like a divine predator fresh from the kill.
From that day on, each month, you help each other survive the burdens of your strange bodies.
Horus Lupercal
Another unexpected one, right?
Of course he would never admit it out loud, not in a million years, but Horus absolutely loves going down on you.
He tries so damn hard to pretend he’s doing it only to "return the favor" (usually after you’ve sucked him off), but the truth is that your pussy is a full-blown narcotic to him.
A sacred weakness he refuses to acknowledge, because his pride and his ridiculous fear of looking like a submissive little mess get in the way.
But the moment you wrap your thighs around his head, hold him there, and order him not to stop, oh, he loses his mind.
He devours you like a starving wolf pretending it’s all totally casual.
And gods, if only he had hair for you to pull him closer by...
Bonus!!
God-Emperor of Mankind
Do I even need to explain? He eats pussy better than anyone in the Imperium, that's it.
Even Slaanesh would have to try, like, actually break a sweat, to surpass the Emperor of Mankind in the art of oral pleasure. He knows everything about it, technique, rhythm, anatomy, psychology, alchemy, the entire divine spectrum of this process.
And honestly?
There’s a very real chance that back in his mysterious, wandering youth, HE was the one who first introduced this way to satisfy the woman to the humanity.
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.
It was simultaneously the best and the worst - every single touch between you was infinitely electric and fed into each other in an endless loop of pleasure that ended with exhaustion - usually yours.
However, there were also occasions in which it came extremely handy.
Namely when he was overly consumed by his work, fortifying himself in endless meetings and training and conquest - but most importantly neglecting your needs.
That wasn’t to say that you were stupidly impatient - you knew he was a busy man, but you had limits… and a hand with which to touch yourself.
Thundering of boots are the final warning, not that you needed that to know he was coming to you, and cumming to you. You’d gotten him so close already, waiting until he was busy on the opposite end of the ship to start hard and fast in your machinations.
When he arrives you wager he’d have ripped the door clean off if it hadn't been specifically made for him.
“Miss me, darling?” you tease, finger pinching hard enough to make him arch in shared pleasure from his stance in the door.
He pounces.
Clothes rip off too quickly for mortal eyes to register and all too soon is he returning the favour of overwhelming you with pleasure, quickly and tightly fisting his already solid cock in recompense.
It devolves further from there, what did you expect to happen offering up such a tease to a hungry beast?
Fulgrim - III (Flower marks)
Sometimes you were a shy little thing, nervous around his larger than life brothers or exuberant sons. You were adjusting, of course, over time, and he was not opposed to hearing you squeak and jump closer to his side, cute as it was.
The real fun came behind closed doors, however.
Exploration of each other’s bodies, of desire. Hearing you moan while he pinned down your wrists and pressed kisses down from your neck to your navel. Feeling you buck into him from touch alone.
Then came the bruises, both intentional and not.
Your neck, where he had sucked and nipped and marked as his.
Your body where he’d lost sight of his strength to ecstacy. Not that you’d minded, if anything, the morning after had filled you with giggles as you spun to look at yourself in the mirror while he lounged indulgently on the bed.
But shy once more, you’d covered up. Long layers, high necklines, thick jewellery - he knew it would do nothing to deter anyone’s knowledge, but he supposed it made you feel better.
Once you’re satisfied with your efforts, he starts to dress himself, plucking silky robes and gauzy bedouin pants until he finds what he’s looking for.
Much to your blatant dismay and rising blush, he opts for an extremely deep v-cut robe, paired with long but entirely sheer sleeves, leaving nothing to the imagination except for the absolute bare minimum.
“How could I ever bear to hide such gorgeous roses?”
Perturabo - IV (Shared dreams)
You happily share dreams now, seeing each other through those fleeting moments, sharing memories and dancing through your dreamscapes. Still, it was a struggle to coordinate baseline needs and primarch sleep, especially when across the galaxy or travelling through the warp.
This meant that most of your dreams went without him, and the ones that you shared were extra special.
He liked to wander through the ones you shared until you noticed him, seeing your happy surprise at his appearance.
This dream, however, was different.
He recognises your home, warped though it is by the nature of dreams - but there’s a different charge to the air, and you’re not where he expects you to be.
Then he hears it.
The moan.
Upstairs.
His name.
You say it in such a lustful tone, practically dripping with need as you call out for him. Just as much as it pleased him, stroked his ego to know you desire him so deeply, it still shocked the larger part of him - surprised still that you could want him in such a manner even if you were fated to be.
His feet carry him up to where you are sprawled out and dreaming of him.
He watches for a moment, assessing exactly how it is you want him to take you - then he will happily oblige. It is far more desirable to spend his time conquering you than any fortress.
Jaghatai Khan - V (Compass)
Naughty, naughty little mix.
Leaving a surprise for him in his rooms and then taking off into the night?
It’s like you want him to chase after you…. Which you do, of course. A cute little perk of your bond for sure.
The ruined underwear, slick with your cum already, plainly left for him on the bed with the only other disturbance in the room the wide open window.
His duties have given you a long head start given by the smell of you left behind - but he doesn’t mind taking his bike, there was something he wanted to try.
You cry out, his warm hands on your shoulders push you down, keeping you pinned.
It’s not his body you’re contending with this time however - it’s his bike.
It thrums beneath you as you ride the chassis between the handles and fuel tank, the engine producing deep and powerful vibrations that rattle through you. Then he revs, and you can only moan.
Too much, too deep inside of you - and surrounded by his musky scent and warm arms, but you’d wanted a chase, and you’d earn your reward.
“Faster, please, please, please- “ you cry, grinding down into the metal while he chuckled good naturedly, throttling the bike until it roared beneath you.
What a blessing it was to have a little minx who wanted him to ride faster and faster.
At least one way or another you were both enjoying the ride.
Leman Russ - VI (Shared taste)
If you hadn't spent so much time eating grubs, nutrient paste and corpse starch before being found, you would have long lamented the persistent taste of smokey game and harsh ales on your tongue. Not only were they far superior, but you had subjected him to far worse so there was hardly any room to be hypocritical.
Still, it was monotonous and right now you’d far prefer him to be eating something else - you, for example.
It’s not difficult to build up a little slick, desperate as you are for him to return from one of his rowdier feasts you had long since retired from.
With two fingers you quickly swipe it up and summon your soulmate.
He barrels through the door like a man possessed, just like you knew he would.
There’s a feral look in his eyes, and a drip of saliva from his mouth where his anticipatory lust has boiled over. It only gets worse when he sets eyes on you, bare asides from being wrapped loosely in his furs - and dripping.
“You know, it’s quite rude, to interrupt someone’s dinner - even for dessert,” he starts, taking a single heavy step into the room, “so I suppose I will have to make up for it by eating my fill, won’t I?”
Rogal Dorn - VII (Count down)
After the initial meeting you’d both discovered something cute about your timers - you could ‘set’ them, so to speak. Reminders, timers, countdowns, anything that needed scheduling or precision could be organised with ease.
Oftentimes, this was simple, such as when he would next be free, or how long he had to take dinner with you before his meeting, it was a function precisely made for a man like Dorn, of that you could be certain.
Currently, however, it held a different purpose.
Your hands splay out across his stomach, gripping as best you can to his abs while he bounces you up and down. His incredible restraint quivers inside of you, twitching but not yet cumming, not while the timer was ticking.
Every thrust is a stretch that pushes you beyond, the only thing keeping you upright being his hands engulfing your torso as he sets a punishing pace.
20, 19, 18…
Your back arches, writhing in his grip, but it doesn’t deter him.
17, 16, 15…
You clench around him desperately, wildly - completely out of control.
14, 13, 12…
Your hands dig in as hard as they can, but all he does is let out a throaty groan.
11, 10, 9…
It’s too long, you can’t stand it anymore.
8, 7, 6…
Your eyes screw shut and breath comes out in rapid pants that match his guttural groans.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1…
He pulls out, painting all up your stomach and chest with hot white spurts.
There’s only a moment of rest, where he recovers himself and his whole body shudders. Before you know it though, you’re flipped over, face pressed into the mattress and stoic wall of muscle atop you.
“Now, the next 15 minutes in this position.”
Konrad Curze - VIII (Colour)
He was enamoured with it all.
Everything was just so vibrant. But also completely overwhelming.
So many things that melded into one shade of black before were actually distinct from each other. Dark red, navy blue, deep forest green.
And there were light colours too - fleshy pinks and warm oranges and creamy whites.
His favourite right now was the creamy white coating his fingers as he pumped them in and out of you. Such dulcet tones, thick and rich as every curl and thrust of his fingers worked more and more out of you.
He was firm, but not unyielding to your soft flesh, making sure to stretch you without tearing. There was almost as much fun in the exploration of your body as there was in exploring new colour, after all, those pretty little sounds you made were just as new to him.
Whimpers devoid of fear, moans devoid of agony, screams devoid of terror.
All sounds filled with longing instead of the terror he sought from the world, and your body echoed the sound with its movement.
You demanded his presence, his touch - cracked lips against yours. Imperative and persistent of a beast who could snap you in half without a thought.
Yet. Yet.
He could do nothing but indulge you. He found no greater pleasure than indulging in you.
And no sweeter taste than the cream on his fingers.
Sanguinius - IX (Red string of fate)
The two of you cuddling was a delicate art, the string seemed to have a mind of its own whether it was tangible or intangible - often you found that after a night in bed together you’d have to spend half the morning detangling from each other.
Not that either of you minded being stuck skin to skin on a sleepy morning.
The discovery of its capabilities, however, had led to some interesting developments that were otherwise impossible.
And right now, neither of you could break out from each other, his cock pushed up right into you as the rest of his body caged around you, and red string bit into your combined flesh.
Usually, it was Sanguinius’ job to puzzle out which way to tug and pull the rope to free you both - with primarch intellect he could just look and know which way would unravel the whole lot.
Today, however, presented challenges.
“I- I cannot see well enough,” he admits with a throaty groan born of you shifting against him slightly.
His cock is rock solid and hard pressed between your thighs, twitching and leaking more with each passing minute and every straining attempt to escape.
You push further into him, trying to create more slack, “just - wait a second I think I can -“, you slide a finger in the space where his wings meet his back. A sensitive place for sure, but if you can just grab that loop and -
His whole body vibrates, rattling deep inside as he bites into his mouth. Worse yet, the sheer force of it pulls your hand away from where you had been so close victory.
“L-little dove, you can’t, you can’t” words begin to fail him as he stutters and moans.
His cock is throbbing against you know, thick veins thumping with how tightly it’s forced into you. His breath comes out in whining pants now as he subconsciously shifts trying to get more friction against you.
You whine a little as his heat begins to overwhelm and excite you in equal measure as well, and take a long moment where you both try to recompose yourselves.
Then you speak, understanding on his behalf, but also utterly unrepentant as you reach back up between those fated feathers, “sorry, sorry, it’s the only way out.”
His full body shivers as you tug and even your baseline senses can smell the excess of lust.
Alas, you’ll reap what you sow when you're both free.
Ferrus Manus - X (Touch colour)
“You’ll be gone for a long time then? Weeks?” you ask, a mix of trepidation and melancholy.
Of course, you always knew the crusade would continue, that the mini ‘honeymoon’ afforded to you from meeting each other wouldn’t last forever - and that he could hardly take you with him to the front lines.
His nod is solemn, the taciturn agreement you’d come to expect. That wasn’t to say he didn’t care, just that his actions spoke louder than his words. Like now, his hands held yours tenderly, treasuring the warmth that seemed through.
He loved to just hold your hands together, the stark contrast between you both and the drastic transformation was a sight to behold.
“W-will, will you make me something, before you go?”
“Anything”
He was not expecting the request, but it was one he would honour nonetheless.
He would take care of you in every manner he could, and if he was not here to take care of you, then he would arm you in a way that would allow you to do so.
So he worked, melting down different metals at a dozen different melting points, pouring and swirling at precise times to create a swirling design of gorgeous metallurgy. He moulds it, tempers it, polishes it, and buffs it to perfection.
You blush when he presents it to you, a private moment before he has to leave.
The blush spreads down your neck when he confirms it's an exact replica, and it’s almost a struggle to carry the metal cock for its sheer size and weight.
His only condition for this gift? You have to call him every time you use it. He wants to hear every little sound you make while he takes you, even while hundreds of miles away.
Angron - XII (First words)
He was not a romantic man. There was no great fanfare to sweep you off your feet, nor hundreds of bouquets lined outside of your door.
It was the quiet kind of love, the sheer effort of wanting something better for each other and taking simple steps to strive for them was all either of you wanted. Soft, simple time spent together, the knowledge that he fought against himself every second just to provide these moments together easing everything.
Tonight though, you had agreed on something special. The ‘next step’ so to speak.
It was something he had put off despite your repeated attempts to bring it up or wear him down on the subject, but it was always brushed off, avoided or outright rejected.
Until the one day those simple words break him down. The very words marked on your skin, his words he uttered echoed right back at him.
“It’s fine.”
But it wasn’t - he wanted to give you everything, and he would find a way.
Chains bind him, but he trusts you beyond measure. Spread wide across the bed, with sheets that are silky soft but he could not have cared less.
You’re sat across his torso, peppering kisses down his chest and checking in on him at every step with those soft, devastating eyes. Moving down oh so slowly and ensuring he hasn’t changed his mind on you at the last possible second.
He grits his teeth and nods.
The nails scream as your hands slip down and grab the base of his already weeping cock.
He’d only ever cum from a painfully tight fist around himself, squeezing so hard it barely constituted as technique. But you? You are supple where he is rock, and your pressure could hardly count for anything against his physic.
That doesn’t matter though.
The feather light touch burns against his skin and sends shooting pleasure coursing through him. Creaking and cracking fills the air as the bed threatens its demise under his thrashing body.
Yet it doesn’t.
It holds, and so does he.
And when he cums its filled with blinding pleasure, victory and revolution - for just a moment, it’s louder than the pain that drowns him.
Roboute Guilliman - XIII (Item swap)
He’s in a meeting when it happens.
Each captain, laser focussed in on his presentation, the height of his lecture into the latest supply chains to expand operations. There’s scribes ready to record and notarise for distribution, there’s detailed diagrams spanning an entire wall, there’s complete silence aside from his voice and the quiet scratching of autoquills, there’s lingerie in the middle of the - there’s lingerie on the middle of the table.
Body chains, lace, ribbon - the cumstain in the crotch isn’t even dried yet. Still warm.
There is no chance that a single person in this room has missed this, certainly not with enhanced senses. Bright blue, shining gold, and reeking of your sex.
He could continue on. Each of his sons would dutifully ignore it. Never speak of it.
Or… you could get what you deserve.
It does occur to him in part that this is exactly what you wanted with this little stunt, and though he likes to think himself far above any baseline, perhaps there is some truth to the old Terran tales of men thinking with their cocks.
Though then again, there was not much to truly complain of - pounding into you from behind while you’re bent over the very meeting table you defiled is far more satisfying than any meeting.
At least he afforded you the decency of an empty room to hear your moans echo in tandem with the slap of his flesh against yours, though he’d had to lean over you and pin down your wrists with a single hand to stop you raking your devilish nails into the wood.
Perhaps, however, he was to blame.
Was he not dedicating enough of his schedule into ensuring your needs were adequately met, or were you simply devious for your own sake? Either way, it was a matter he would soon be rectifying.
There was only so much trouble you could make if your legs refused to cooperate with you.
Mortarion - XIV (Body switch)
It had taken years upon years from his to feel comfortable in the switch. In exchanging bodies. The complete vulnerability and trust he had developed was nothing short of legendary.
And then came the next step, surprisingly his own idea.
He had wanted to feel how you felt, to experience it through your body. He wanted to understand how it was that you could possibly beg for a man like him to touch you. If you didn’t mind of course….
And you hadn’t.
You knew yourself well. Of course. But Mortarion hadn’t quite processed how this would translate to the way you knew exactly how to manoeuvre him to bring him boiling to the edge in record time -
And stop.
“No, please, please, please,” he begs you. He understands now, he just needs you to -
But you don’t let him. Your far larger hands pin him in place as you shush him, teasing over and over.
Those rough callouses he hated on his skin created a divine contrast that sent electric jolts down his body. He tried over and over to grind to hump, anything. You didn’t let him.
“Now, now - you wanted to understand exactly how much I want you, exactly how desperate I am to be by your side,” you start, pulling up his arms until he’s stretched out and writhing, “and it’s far, far more than this.”
He whimpers.
“But don’t worry, you know I’ll always take good care of you.”
There’s a glint in your eye that tells him everything he needs to know in that the pleasure he desired is far more than he’d bargained for.
Magnus the Red - XV (Shared eyes)
You’re looking at him.
This is not unusual by any means, he does expect you to look at him as your soulmate of course, and especially when he is lecturing you on an ancient clay tablet he discovered as he is currently.
Alas, you are staring at his crotch.
Unabashedly. With his eye no less, ensuring by choice that he would take note, and that he could take note of his own growing erection as he struggled to maintain focus on the topic at hand.
Before he can begin chiding, however, you speak, “how about this - I will actually pay attention,” you pause, letting it hang, letting him steel himself and build up excitement in the potential, “if you can maintain concentration on your lecture while I suck you off.”
He doesn’t know whether to rejoice or cry - but in any case it is an interesting experiment and test of will where you both listen to him and he well… enjoys himself.
It is a struggle to convince his ego that the battle is lost, to give in to the inevitable.
You’re staring up at him through damp lashes, taking in as much as you can and swallowing thickly around him. It was nothing short of a most delightful torture.
You sweep the underside of his cock, tracing the thick veins with deliberate measure and his words start stumbling. It takes more effort than he would dare concede to stay upright, to keep the tremble from his thighs and his hands on the book rather than the back of your head.
His resolve lasts until you look up and he can see the way his face is contorted. You know it, he knows it, words fail him. Words aren’t needed for what you’re doing to him.
Horus Lupercal - XVI (Count down to death)
“Horus…” you start, breaking the silence, “fuck me like its the last time.”
There’s a long moment, an implicit understanding, and skipped heartbeats. He doesn’t respond to you in words because he doesn’t need to.
You know it, he knows it, and there’s nothing to be done except embrace each other.
No moment is wasted as large hands sweep you off your feet and shred your clothes. Gone is the time for long and languid lovemaking and gentle ministrations. You’re both fueled by burning desire, lashing fury against inevitable odds and the knowing agony of sand slipping through your fingers with no hope to hold it.
There is no future, there is only now in this moment. There is only his skin on yours and touches that the other desperately chases. Tears mix just as much as your bodies, feeling them mingle as tongues fight for dominance and faces mash.
Everything seems to pass too quickly, feels too strong and feels too much.
In spite of this, or maybe because of it, you can’t help but go further, wrapping legs around his cock and guiding him to fuck you as deep as he can manage. You just want his body imprinted into you, so deep that it echoes the soul bond you share, so deep that he will never truly feel apart from you.
It’s a foolish, longing thought, born from unthinkable hope that you can defy the fates themselves.
But every time he kisses you, every time he whispers your name like you’re going to make it, like he’s going to make it - there’s a single moment where the inevitable stops mattering.
Lorgar Aurelian - XVII (Body writing)
He knew God would test him, and though perhaps he might have preferred a different kind of test (maybe one of faith, martial prowess or otherwise), he could hardly complain when he got exactly what he asked for.
The letters are as small as you could make them, right on the inside of his wrist where only he was liable to see - well at least mid-sermon as he was.
Come fuck me into the floor before I get someone else to do it for you.
What a demanding little thing you were.
He knew you would never, that you were devoted to each other in heart and soul, body and mind - yet still a possessive shiver ran through him, the need to stop his teachings and remind you precisely why you were his and he was yours beginning to burn in his veins.
Still, he persisted, his faith steadfast and the masses reliant on his teachings.
If you’re not here in the next minute the next markings you see from me will be bruises and ropes of cum. Your choice.
There’s an itching under his skin. He is secure, he is strong. You enjoy this, teasing him until he is pent up. If he gives in quickly again then it will only encourage you more.
Time has slowed to a crawl and sweat has started to bead across his brow and back, not to mention his cock is practically screaming while constrained as it is. The entire rest of his teachings had been filled with one lewd taunt after another.
But now? As he walks from the hall back towards your quarters, already slipping the ties from his robes - now it’s your turn to be taught something.
Vulkan - XVIII (Shared thoughts/feelings)
He loves to be able to spend a night with you, free time was his most valuable commodity, with the sheer intimacy of experiencing you being a magical one. Then there was having the luxury of basking in the afterglow, of feeling each other in body and soul. The way you snuggled into the safety of his arms was something he treasured every moment one.
But it made the next morning so much harder.
You always entangled yourself into him in a way that made it half impossible to get you off, and his heart broken with every whine and sleepy attempt to cuddle back into him.
Once you’re successfully detached from your ‘limpet stage’ he has to slip out of bed and watch as you move to the spot of warmth he was just occupying, still fighting sleep unsuccessfully yourself.
Snippets of your dreams and echoes of your longing flash through the bond, calling him back to your side. He pushes through all of it, sending back waves of love and warmth to hold you in his place.
Until he’s halfway to his forge and you wake more, lucid enough to notice everything and nothing at the same time. Except then your lust spreads out across the bond, feeling out for him across the ship. It's the type of raw that can only come from animalistic need, when you’re too awake to feel nothing but too asleep to control yourself.
Suddenly, work can wait.
Resolve crumbles under your need for him in this moment. Your genuine desire calling out jumps straight to his groin and he’s back besides your side before you can even fully wake.
“You’e ‘ack already?” you mumble to him, raising your head up to meet his hungry gaze.
In a moment he’s there beside you again, shifting you upright as your body sluggishly responds to his return.
“You are always so needy for me little flame, even when you’ve just had me,” his words come out as a deep rumble that shakes your chest as he lifts you.
You’re still wet and loosened from last night, but he takes his time to stretch you on his fingers again anyway, enjoying how you moan and wiggle on him as you finally start comprehending.
“M-more, please,” your pleasure and desperation flows through to him as you try squirm downwards, and he happily obliges, slipping another finger in and pumping until he’s satisfied with how slick and ready you are for him.
You still squeal when you stretch onto his gigantic cock - nothing could truly prepare you for his size, but it's a delicious burn that has you craving movement, the friction of him moving up and down your walls.
You’re already moaning from just this, just being filled up by him, but you still attempt to grab onto his arms and pull yourself up. His chuckle vibrates your body as he watches you try and start fucking yourself on him, which only makes you more desperate.
He graciously intervenes, warm hands gripping the soft of your waist and taking over the effort, raising you up to the tip before pushing you right back where you started.
“So eager for me to fill you up again,” his words higher, more grunted as his cock twitches inside of you more with every clench, “but then again, I am just as eager to stuff you full.”
Corvus Corax - XIX (Matching Tattoo)
The taste of liberation was almost, almost as sweet as you were - it was the only thing that could hold a candle to the infatuation you inspired in him.
Not only was the taste of you simply divine, but the sight of you was too. Splayed out beneath him, prone and disheveled with the aftermath of orgasm after orgasm he had wrung from you.
His body caged over you, one arm supporting his weight while the other lightly traced the same markings he couldn’t touch on himself. Every caress of your back had you softening, somewhere half in sleep white his cock was still inside of you, even if unmoving.
Slowly, he closes the gap between your skin until he’s flush with you, and carefully ensuring not to crush you with his weight. Just enough to cover you and conceal what was his beneath him.
He slips in just a touch further, a little deeper, just until you squirm and threaten to wake. You take him so well and he just can’t resist, especially when he can hush you back to sleep with a sleepy kiss to your neck.
Snuggling further into him with a sleepy sigh is all the motivation he needs to sink deeper into the mattress, this time beside you, and join you in sleep. The shadows will hide you both together as you rest.
Alpharius/Omegon - XX (Names on wrist)
It hadn’t taken them all too long to cotton on to your gimmick.
As it turned out, there was a nifty little trick that allowed you to tell exactly which was which from the two of them. When interacting, the relevant name would softly glow on your wrist, cluing you in as the only person who could see it.
It had become a riddle to them, trying to trick you and swap out mid conversation, sending sons trying to deceive you - anything and everything to no avail.
Until Omegon had you pinned beneath him, wrists engulfed by huge hands and mind completely blanked by the relentless pace at which he was fucking into you. And then you moaned his name into the mattress and everything stopped.
You whine confusedly, shifting your hips backwards to find stimulation that never comes.
“Oh little minx - you’ve just given up the game.”
You can’t tell who’s voice it is that whispers in your ear as the bodies encircling you seemingly duplicate. And so do the cocks.
Two completely identical, completely erect cocks now vying for your attention.
Yet your body responded. Loosening and tightening all at once, wetness dripping down your thighs and betraying you. From their twin smirks you knew they could tell, and of course they could.
And just like the snakes they were, every advantage would be pressed.
“We’ll stop when you guess correctly,” they tease, wringing another orgasm from your tired and shaking body.
Each of them had taken a wrist to keep you pinned wide apart and guessing while they lavished you with endless attention and stimulation. You had no idea how they were doing it, how you hadn’t gotten it right even once in the hours they’d been fucking you for.
You should have known better than to think they’d be truthful even if you had.
Emperor (Shared injury)
Many would have thought such a powerful man would take nothing but absolute dominance, especially in the bedroom. Perhaps that was how the universe had truly blessed you as soulmates, forcibly making you equal in that regard. Anything he does unto you will be done unto himself.
Instead - every touch between you is tender and burns with golden fire through your veins in a way that leaves your head spinning with pleasure. Every look he regards you with is reverent.
You’ve humbled him by a force beyond your means, beyond his means.
It’s a humble man who does not hesitate to bow his head to meet your needs, with your legs hooked around his shoulders and back rested on the finest of silks.
He lets you buck and grind into him, it’s of no consequence what force you put in, only that your pleasure is met with exuberance. Every orgasm must be mindshattering, he demands nothing less of himself.
It makes every lick rapturous, and for a man who held no faith in God above you could have been deceived for the way he ate as though he wanted you to see heaven above. As though his tongue could absolve you if he wrung out one more blinding orgasm - and for the way your body contorted and mind splintered it might have very well been true.
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.
here's another list of headcanons, both unserious and not, that I've compiled while writing this au. Some of the listed characters have not had their entries posted yet.
You found out by 'accident' that Sevatar is particularly sensitive on his neck. Of course, if the sudden jump and subsequent glare thrown your way didn't clue you in, the low growl that emanated when you chuckled certainly did.
It turns out that Curze and the Lion have much more in common than previously thought. Take stalking their destined lover like an apex predator for one...
Horus Lupercal enjoys his personal space. Horus Lupercal also enjoys your personal space. Horus Lupercal's personal space is now your personal space (i.e., his glorious tits). Horus Lupercal will make concessions for many things, but this is not one of them.
Not only have you stolen Leman's heart(s), you've stolen his brothers from him, too. Freki and Geri absolutely adore you and, much to his exasperation, take your side whenever you two disagree with each other. No matter how right he is. And because it's you. These are the rules, brother. They do not make them; they only follow them. Cue the smug grin on your face.
Vulkan finds it endearing when you furrow your brow in concentration as you work. He finds it equally endearing when your features soften and you lean into him whenever he bends down to kiss said brow, too.
From the outside looking in, some would think you have a death wish. Others would call you brave. Be that as it may, you are, to date, one of the few (if not the only) people who absolutely does not bristle whenever Perturabo stares (glares, really) at you. You can't take the man seriously, if only because you truly know what he's like behind closed doors.
The first time you met the Khan was when he approached you and told you of your... connection. Interesting. Up until that point, you thought you were a non-entity in his eyes. It was only later that you found out he'd been observing you for some time, but only waited to make his presence known once his assessment was complete. Or something to that extent.
Yours and Eidolon's dynamic is like the push and pull of Xenos and Man, the hot and cold of water, love and hatred existing simultaneously. And never has he found such a thing... intoxicating.
Contrast this with Mortarion, however, who would rather isolate, sulk, and martyr himself like a petulant child than admit he'd love nothing more than to be dominated by with you.
Alpharius and Omegon do not like to waste precious resources keeping your attention. They are also not engaged in an endless, passive-aggressive, subterfuge-filled conflict over who gets to spend (more) time with you. This is a lie from the deepest pits of the Imperium.
