Summary: You wake up in Horus's bed. Whatever happened?
Word Count: 715
Content Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, Intox, Dub(?)con, Primarch Aura Fuckery, i don't know bro
Image Credit: @squishyowl
Your eyes blinked open. The first thing you saw through blurry vision was the light sifting through the curtains, dappling the room in golden sunlight. A soft bed rested at your side, and a massive, warm weight lay behind you and at your other side. Your body stiffened. A low, resonant chuckle came from behind you-- one that you recognized immediately.
“Horus-?” you asked groggily, moving one hand up to wipe your eyes.
“No need to say it twice,” he said, his hand cupping your belly and pulling you closer to him. His chest was hairy against your back. You couldn’t deny the warm feeling bubbling up in you, hand precariously close to the underside of your breast. His large face nuzzled into the back of your neck, the feeling of his nose pressing against you sending shivers down your spine. He exhaled. His breath was warm on your back.
“Horus,” you mumbled weakly again, forgetting to heed his words. Your head pounded, and you put a hand to it as you tried to remember what got you here.
“What is it, little beloved? Do we have a problem?” Horus asked, his voice gentle against the back of your neck.
“What… happened?” you mumbled in an attempt to turn over towards him. As you tried in vain, you felt a second arm slink underneath you. His hand had found its way to your outer thigh. It trailed up and down against soft, uncovered skin. What…?
“You don’t remember?” he mused. “You were really drunk last night, you know? I took you to bed myself. Wanted to make sure you stayed out of trouble.” You heard a small smile on his lips as he talked, his chest rising and falling against your back, the top of your legs. He chuckled, and your body bounced against him.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you attempted to make sense of last night. Horus was nice enough to pour you a few glasses of wine, but a few glasses shouldn’t have…
“Heh,” Horus chuffed against you, “don’t tense up, little lady. Your clothes are on the table. You took them off, you know? It was a whole thing last night.”
“What…?” you asked, in disbelief. You looked at the table in front of you. There were a few unmarked, opaque containers and an ornate lamp. In other words, nothing of the fancy white dress of your planet.
“Where…?”
“Oh, it’s behind me,” Horus said, pressing you closer to him. “Rest up a bit, won’t you? Last night was rough on you. I had to step in, keep you safe.”
You sighed and closed your eyes. Despite your best efforts, your heart thrummed in your chest while the events you remembered of the past night flashed through your head. Negotiations were going in your favor, you swore-! In the finest silks your planet could offer, the two of you talked over drinks about what would become of your planet. The Imperium of Man, they said. Your memory was a little hazy after two or three drinks. Was Imperial wine supposed to affect the human mind like that?
“I told you. Rest.”
There was something different about his voice this time. You felt it through your body, flowing through you like the blood in your veins, tight in your throat as your heart thumped even louder in your chest. It felt like he was taking his soul in his hands, grasping it tightly. At any moment, it would explode into pieces.
You shook in his arms. Any words that would’ve left your mouth evaporated into thin air. Any tension in your body quickly dissipated, giving way to a deep sense of calm. You breathed in deep, sucking in the still air of the room. Still, something nagged at the back of your head.
“I…” you started, your head pounding. A lump formed in your throat, and you swallowed.
“Good girl,” he replied. His hand grasped your soft breast, cupping it gently and brushing over your nipple with his thumb. His other trailed its way between your thighs. You shuddered, but he paid no mind. Instead, he hummed softly. He pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck as he searched for your clit.
Ferrus who loves to kiss his partner's little neck. He'll scoop them up in his arms, cold expression on his face, close his eyes and press his scarred lips over soft flesh. He especially likes when they throw their arms around his neck, getting to feel a small, soft thing pressed close to him. He doesnt particularly believe in heaven, but he knows this is as close as it gets.
Maybe you celebrate Easter. Maybe you celebrate Trans Day of Visibility. Maybe you celebrate both, or neither. I am here to make those holidays infinitely worse or better, depending on how you look at this post. Special thanks to @squishyowl for giving me the parameters to calculate their (hard) schmeat sizes.
Without further adieu, Primarch cock descriptions. and also kind of how they fugg
LION EL'JONSON- 11 inches, 27 cm. Untrimmed and uncut. He shows a godly amount of restraint to you. Behind closed doors, he's much softer than he lets on. As far as girth goes, he's in the middle of the road... for a Primarch. He may not be the most experienced of his brothers, but he's going to do a thorough job anyways.
???- Dick fell off.
FULGRIM- 10 inches, 25 cm. Long and slender. You may expect a piercing, but he does not want to mar his natural appearance (at least before the Heresy.) Shaves religiously. He likes when his partner can't move, when they squirm underneath him, though he'll have a hard time admitting this.
PERTURABO- 7 inches, 18 cm. The smallest cock on the list, but he more than makes up for it while he is using it. He's got a bit of girth to him, but he can still fit in your mouth. Somewhat. His hands engulf your head as he pushes you down on him. Once he's out, tell him how good he feels.
JAGHATAI KHAN- 13 inches, 33 cm. The fastest one out of the Primarchs as far as each thrust goes. It curves up when erect, not unlike a scimitar. Veiny, but not strikingly so. Even though he's exceptionally fast, he likes being ridden. Especially on his bike.
LEMAN RUSS- 14 inches, 35 cm. He's uncut and hairy down there, he's never shaved his bush. He's also girthy. But what's most remarkable about him is his knot. This makes it hard for him not to breed his partners, where applicable. He'll hold you down and lock himself in on you, holding you down on him with his massive hands.
ROGAL DORN- 10 inches, 25 cm. He's circumcised and he keeps a clean shave. He's girthy, but not unbearably so. He enjoys tying up his partner and watching them melt as he goes down on them. Ever stoic, his expression rarely changes as he plows through you. Also a fan of doing it in his office.
KONRAD CURZE- 9 inches, 23 cm. Veiny, almost paper white, and uncut. He's not a gentle lover, especially considering his size. Usually there will be blood involved, and usually it is yours. He doesn't normally just use his cock; if he can reach you, he'll be biting you. And if not, he'll draw blood anyways.
SANGUINIUS- 8 inches, 20 cm. Surprisingly girthy, with low-hanging balls. He's uncut, but his bush is usually trimmed. He doesn't just use his cock, he bites where he can and envelopes you in his wings. He's gentle... for the first five minutes. He'll leave the most marks out of any of the Primarchs, prompting you to cover up the day after.
FERRUS MANUS- 17 inches, 43 cm. Lord have mercy. He is the most well-endowed Primarch, with balls to match. He'll hold you down with his cool silver hands as he pushes himself in. He's gentle, far more than he lets on, but he is still a Primarch. He's become quite the aftercare giver.
???- Penis serious, Penis delirious. Penis in the woods, call that penis mysterious
ANGRON- 9 inches, 23 cm. The arena had not been kind, as he is scarred in several places around it. Fortunately, no blade has ever found its way there. He isn't gentle, not one bit, even if he is chained down. The Nails eat at his head, screaming for bloodshed. He thrusts faster in a vain attempt to block out the agony in his head.
ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN- 8 inches, 20 cm, and girthy. Despite his size being closer to normal for a baseline human, it's harder to fit it in due to his circumference. With some lube and determination, though, you can make it work. He likes putting it in you and watching you try to keep your composure before you inevitably slip up.
MORTARION- 11 inches, 27 cm. It's long and gaunt on him, but it's still massive in your hand. He's one of the more sensitive Primarchs, but he'd prefer if that fact were kept under wraps. Gentle touch gets him going like nothing else. And once he gets going, you'll get to bear firsthand witness to the endurance he's known for.
MAGNUS THE RED- The bastard can change his dick size on a whim. He already knows what size would make you feel best, and he can open up more than one hole at once using the Warp. He doesn't even have to touch you to open you up, turning you into an incomprehensible mess in front of him.
HORUS LUPERCAL- 12 inches, 30 cm. The most striking thing about it is the Prince Albert that adorns it, a simple iron thing with a dull shine. Even if by some miracle you're on top, he'll always be the dominant partner, and if you have the ability you are most definitely bearing his children at some point.
LORGAR AURELIAN- 11 inches, 28 cm. You weren't expecting the second shortest Primarch to pack so much, were you? Golden tattoos come close to it, but he hadn't the will to cover himself there. You'll spend a lot of time with him; he'll use his tongue for hours on end before finally gratifying himself.
VULKAN- 10 inches, 26 cm. He's warm all over, and below the belt is no exception. In the cold reaches of space, he's a great comfort. Even if he's not the biggest of the Primarchs, he likes watching you struggle on him. He's girthy, and he likes to choke you with it too. Gives the best aftercare.
CORVUS CORAX- 11 inches, 27 cm. He's long, slender, and he keeps a close shave. He's a gentle lover when you're properly going at it and not hiding your risque behavior while in public. He'll hold your hands and whisper praises into your ear, even if he has to bend himself at an uncomfortable angle.
ALPHARIUS- 8 inches, 21 cm. He's hairless, circumcised, and his balls are almost unnaturally even. You've seen many an Alpha Legion cock, and they all look similar. He likes to finish in his partner, leaving no trace that he was there except for the slightly odd hobble you have the next day.
She Corvus on my Corax until I.... she Corax on my Corvus until I destroy my geneseed
Summary: Corvus has a bit of a guilty wank
Word Count: 761
Content Warnings: NSFW, sad bird hours, size kink, religious (?) guilt, you really dont know whether its requited or not, an extreme amount of cum, no beta we die like Corvus's hopes and dreams
Image Credit: @squishyowl
Corvus snuffed the lone candle illuminating his room. The orange light was gone in an instant, leaving the room in darkness. Sadly, he could see through it. He positioned himself on the bed, a luxury he had very recently let himself partake in. The sheets were some simple things from Deliverance, comfortable enough.
It was disgusting. There was nothing wrong with it, per se, but the warmth and comfort was too alien for his liking. He looked at the ceiling for a moment, dark eyes blank and his bare chest rising and falling.
It was at that moment when he reached for the lotion. He had to go about asking for it in a discreet manner, telling his sons that it was for a rash and looking at them like only a Primarch could. Nobody questioned him after that.
The head of his paper-white cock was already leaking with precum as he pictured you in his mind. He felt himself begin to sweat. Matters of the flesh were weak; they were disgusting! Yet here you were, in his mind, so small and delicate on him. His hands reached out for you, as if you were there. He bit his lip. No.
By the Throne, you’d be so small on him. He’d even trimmed his cock for the occasion--not completely, mind you, but enough to fit his idea of presentable.
He rubbed lotion on his cock, imagining your tiny hands on him instead of his own. Your skin would be so soft against him, your mouth tiny and wet and welcoming. He thought of you lapping up every last drop; his precum, and then more, and then his cum for real once he finally spilled in you. He’d have a hard time keeping your teeth intact if you were to… oh, how disgusting it was, that he would jump to such conclusions!
He shivered as he thumbed at the head. A shiver went down his spine, and his face scrunched up. He imagined your tongue on his cock instead, your puppy-dog eyes looking up at him. How shy you would be on him, how gorgeous-!
He couldn’t help but buck his hips up into his hand. At that moment, he was glad there was nobody around his room, because the moan he let out was absolutely loathsome. But he had to. The thought of you bouncing on his cock, your tight little hole greedily taking it in while he rubbed your nipples with his thumbs only made him rub himself harder.
Who were you to do this to someone, he thought, reaching his second hand down to his balls and fondling them gently. He immediately tensed up as the words entered his brain. No, no, that’s a human being, he admonished himself. His hand started to work him a little bit slower. Respect your serf.
Then why are you pleasuring yourself to the idea of sullying them?
“Gross,” he said, between moans. “I can’t…”
One of his eyes opened, and he propped himself up on the bed with the hand he used to work his balls. His cock was throbbing on its own now, begging to release loads of cum into you. But you were far, far away. Those pretty eyes, that perfect face, the petal-soft skin of your ass and the enchanting shape of your thighs…
Without noticing, he sped his hand up. He let out a whorish moan, resigning himself to the obvious. He grit his teeth as he felt a warmth rise through his body, a warmth he wasn’t made to endure, a flaw in his geneseed but a pleasure nonetheless.
“Gah--!”
And before he knew it, a white, viscous fluid spilled from him, covering his pelvis and the sheets surrounding him. His hand slowed down, covered in the salty liquid when it finally stopped. Sweat beads dotted his skin. His heart sunk into his stomach and his cum sank into the fabric. He shook, his chest heaving. He couldn’t bring himself to look at it.
So, there he lay. Covered in his own cum, you dancing through his mind. You taunted him, through no fault of your own. You, you…
If he hadn’t felt disgusting before, he was filthy now. With his clean hand, he shakily reached out for the tissues. Had he been more forthcoming with his feelings, you could be laying in bed right now next to him. But that wasn’t the galaxy he lived in. Unless…!
His mind was made up. His breathing steadied. In the morning, he would ask you on a proper date.
(crawls out of my hole) (throws this at you) Trying to get back in the groove
Summary: 4 Mournival 1 Serf
Word Count: 910
Content Warnings: Dubcon, Power Imbalance, Gangbang (4 Astartes on Fem! Reader), a bit of exhibitionism, Degradation
Image Credit: @squishyowl
You grunted as you scrubbed at the stain on the wall. No matter what you did, it remained, taunting you at eye level. Your heart raced. Although you were naught but a serf, Abbadon of the Luna Wolves himself had hired you to personally attend to his chambers. You hadn't the faintest clue why, either, nothing about your work particularly jumped out at anyone. Except him.
You heard footsteps approaching, and you put more elbow grease into it. They were heavy, and loud, most definitely that of an Astartes. You looked over your shoulder, your heart beating in your chest, as you saw your master round the corner. He folded his arms against his chest, and you felt a lump forming in your throat.
"Sir, I promise, I'm trying to get it out--"
He loomed over you. His steps got slower, and you felt his presence behind you. You turned back to the wall, scrubbing faster until he was right up against your back. His armor was cold, its ridges pressing against you.
"Try harder," he huffed, rubbing his armor against you.
Your heart thrummed in your chest, dunking the cloth in the soap again and scrubbing like your life depended on it. You heard clicking behind you, armor being cast aside to reveal his body glove and something hard inside of it.
"S-sir!" you choked out, as he rubbed his hardening cock against your face.
"You want to keep your job, no?" he asked in response. He tore at his body glove, his cock veiny and his bush scraggly against your face. You whimpered, at a loss for words, and he chuckled. He slid his finger over an implant in his ear and cleared his throat.
"You all. Come over. She's such a whore..."
Your face flushed warm as you squirmed behind him. He ground his cock against your face, slapping you lightly with it before he turned you around. Another Astartes' footsteps edged close to you, and Abbadon slipped his cock into your mouth. As his battle brother came out from behind him, he ripped the robes covering your chest, your tits spilling out.
"Woah, you're right!" a brown-haired Astartes exclaimed. He knelt down, taking one of them in his hands. He wasted no time in pinching your nipples, your back arching in response. You squirmed around in his grasp, and he took the other in your hands, jerking you away from Abbadon's cock. A trail of spit separated the two of you, and Abbadon sighed.
"Go quickly, Torgaddon," he said, as two more Astartes entered the room. One was bald, one was blonde.
"Nice," the bald one smiled, wasting no time in removing his own codpiece.
The blonde hesitated before removing his own. "Let's make this fast," he said, "I don't have much time."
You sunk against the wall as the bald man pulled your pants down, the blonde putting a finger inside of you. You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could, Torgaddon pressed you against the wall. The others jerked away, the ridges of Torgaddon's armor pressing into your soft skin.
"Hey," the bald man said, "leave some for the rest of us!"
Torgaddon sighed, pulling you to the front of him. He held your arms behind you with one hand, holding you slightly off the ground with another. You shook in his grasp.
"Fine, Aximand, have at her," he said, huffing down into you.
Aximand pressed a kiss into your mouth, leaning down as he stuffed a thick finger into you. Your cunt greedily accepted it into you, his tongue invading your mouth and filling it up. You looked up at him. His eyes were closed and he rumbled against you, before Abbadon pushed him aside.
"I go first," he grunted, taking you from Torgaddon and rubbing his cock against your wet hole. You whined into him, clinging to his cold armor while he sunk you onto his cock.
"Shouldn't you use some--" the blonde man asked, before Abbadon shushed him.
"You can when it's your turn, Loken," Abbadon said, his cock bullying his way through your insides while he held your ankle up with one hand. You cried out in pain and pleasure, your eyes rolling back into your head. Your exposed breasts pressed against his armor.
"Mmnf..." you moaned against your lord's armor.
Two armored hands met your sides, sliding you up and down on him. You leaned back and looked up, slipping into a cock-drunk haze. Aximand was behind you, holding you while Abbadon drilled into you, his balls meeting your ass. Your eyes lowered half-shut while you felt another armored hand on your tit, squeezing with all too much enthusiasm. Your arms fell to the side, and you felt Loken's armored hand hold one of yours.
You cried out, working up on them as you closed your eyes and let them have you. You barely noticed Abbadon cumming in you, passing you off to Torgaddon as some of it dripped out of your wet hole. Your orgasm was ruined, but as your eyes darted around the room, you saw more Astartes lining up by the doorway. The one closest to you had his helmet on and codpiece off, stroking himself.
You moaned quietly. Torgaddon started to finally, mercifully stimulate your clit in emphatic motions while he fucked you even faster than Abbadon had.
"Mmn..." you moaned, closing your eyes, and letting them have their way with you.
Happy Fulgrim Fucker Friday. "It's Saturday!" Shut up I will maul you.
Summary: Daemon!Fulgrim finds a human sacrifice he particularly likes.
Word count: 1260
Content Warnings: SMUT, Human Sacrifice, tried to balance being in character with keeping consent in check, permeating feeling that something is Wrong, biting, a shit load of cum, drugs, kidnapping probably
Image Credit: @squishyowl
The cold air brushed against your skin, threatening to leave goosebumps. Your wrists were tied over your stomach, which heaved up and down as you looked around for someone, anyone. The people who had finished the ritual had long disappeared, likely to go back to their families. The cavern was pitch black.
You remembered the faceless person in violet who'd grabbed you on your way back from your job at the factory, residue and grime accumulated on your skin. No one had batted an eye as you were taken down through the dark alley, winding between buildings down until you made your way below the underhive. By then, you'd given up on screaming for help.
They cleaned you, chanting in tongues you'd never known, and read some text before they left you on the altar for what must have been hours. As far as you knew about rituals, this was rather tame. You tensed your fists up and relaxed, trying to at least free your hands from the restrictions. It was lonely in here.
"My," you heard from the darkness, "what a specimen!"
Your head snapped to the other side to see two eyes reflecting what little light there was, the glimmer of a violet tail and two? Three? Four arms.
"Who the fuck are you?" you asked, shaking in your restraints.
The figure laughed. "Fret not, darling," he said. "As far as Daemon Princes go, I've been told I'm rather tame."
You tensed up again. "Daemon Prince?" you asked. "You're... not here to eat me?"
He laughed again, his voice reverberating through the large space. "Not unless you give your express permission, no," he said. You felt him come closer, something warm yet wrong. A finger slid across your side, bunching up your work clothes on the bottom.
"My... permission?" you asked, sighing. You looked at him. He seemed to radiate his own light, almost--he was violet like your captor's robes, but there was a vague friendliness to his eyes that you hadn't quite expected.
"Unless you'd rather not--"
"Please," you said, shuddering under him.
He chuckled before snipping your restraints with a clawed finger, and you reached for him instinctively. He wasn't clad in anything, and you already felt not one but two cocks poking between your legs. Your face went warm and you buried your face in his warm, slightly violet flesh.
"Mm?" he asked, rubbing your back. His claws ripped at the back of your shirt, ripping it apart along with any underthings you may have been wearing.
"'M yours," you mumbled, rubbing up against him. Something in you was screaming that this was wrong as you looked up at him, his face too perfect and his body exactly the way you liked. Something was wrong. But he was the only one you'd seen in hours.
"Yours," you begged, "yours any way you want me. Please?" you asked. You couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth, your face went warm as he took the shreds of your clothes and tossed them aside.
He placed you sitting up on the altar, admiring you for just a moment before he pulled you in close, pressing kisses all over you. It was excessive, how he pressed his lips on your face, breasts, stomach; you could feel his teeth against you, threatening to break skin.
He looked up at you as he tugged your pants and underwear off without effort. You were a breathless mess now, covered in marks that would have let anyone know who you belonged to now. You nodded, laying back on the table and throwing your legs around his face.
"Looks like you know what to do," he chuckled. "Good girl."
As he descended upon you, all you could do was cry out and grasp for the two hands that weren't holding you down. He eagerly took them, grasping them as if he were feeling how much smaller you were than him. Was he even bigger now...? you thought to yourself before your thoughts were liquefied under him.
"Mm," he said into you, his voice silvery and nothing short of beautiful. "You feel so nice around me," he said, moving from your clit towards tonguefucking you.
You cried out sharply, bucking your hips into him. "Oh, oh!" you cried out. Half-thoughts swirled in your brain. You didn't even know this thing's name--but he pressed into you so expertly, you didn't even care at this point.
"Mmn! Mmn!" you cried out, grasping for him. "More, more, oh-!"
"More?" he asked, moving away from you. He towered over you, his twin cocks apparent above your face dripping precum. The room was a little warmer now, you swore, and your legs dangled above nothing instead of hitting the floor as if it had gone away.
"More!" you cried out, grasping for his hands.
He readily took them, grinning while he leaned down to press one of his leaking cocks into you. "That's what I like to hear," he mumbled as you stretched around him like he was the only one you'd ever be able to take.
"Mm," you mumbled dumbly, wrapping your legs around his waist. You felt his other cock hard between your legs. He pressed his way in, grunting all the way. His long, white hair fell over his shoulders and over you, a comfortable curtain between you and the pitch black.
He started to fuck you, his pace expert and his eyes trained on you. Your eyes were half-shut, drunk on everything about him. You knew him intimately now, and you didn't even know his...
"What-- oh! What are you, mmn, what are you called?" you asked between thrusts.
"Little songbird, why should that matter?" he asked. "I'm here to free you, after all."
Your face went even warmer with every "ah, ah, ah-!" you cried. Your eyes squeezed shut, but you could feel the smirk on his face with every thrust before you felt something even larger prod at you.
"Forgive me," he said as he slid his second cock inside of you. "but I know you can take this."
You cried out, grasping for his large hands. He took them, pressing his twin cocks in and out of you. He went faster, and faster until you lost track of time. You tilted your head back, and he went in for the bite, sucking on your pretty neck.
"'M close," he mumbled through your skin as he thrust into you three last times. He'd pressed into you, his cocks visible in your distended belly as he came. It started to trickle out as he pulled out. You shivered underneath him. He chuckled, looking down at you.
"You look spent," he said. "How about we come back to my realm?"
You nodded as he took you into his arms. His skin was firm against you, smooth and nothing short of beautiful.
Your eyes drooped half-open while he slid off with you. The room grew violet, while you saw nude beast things lounging around. Some had rolled up bits of paper on them, while others were engaging in other forms of personal entertainment. There were even faces melded into the walls, shrieking quietly and writhing like they were trying to escape.
"Where are we?" you asked as he sat down on a throne-chair big enough for him. He positioned you on his lap, turning your head up towards him.
"We're in the Palace of Pleasures," he said. "My name is Fulgrim, and I am in dire need of a consort. Would you take that honor?"
Happy Mating Press March! I had a similar idea to @thevoidscreams (asked by @aqua-the-smiter) in that I wanted to write Leman's knot. Enjoy!
Summary: Leman "The Knot" Russ
Word Count: 1443
Content Warnings: Smut, Knotting, Male Reader, Scent Kink, Begging, Cockwarming, Manhandling
Image Credit: @squishyowl
Rut. He'd explained it succinctly when you were first starting to get it on with him-- there would come a time of year when he'd get so, so immensely horny that thinking about anything that wasn't breeding was all but a chore. You’d asked how it’d work with another man, and he’d laughed and assured you that you wouldn’t get pregnant. When the time came, your ass would please him just fine.
You nodded, half in disbelief that someone vaguely in the shape of a human would have such a period. But little did you know, once the air of Terra started to warm, he would keep his word.
He came upon you when you least expected it, as you'd opened the doors to the quarters you now shared. His armor was gone, replaced with a simple shirt, some pants, a necklace of teeth. He wore the pelt of the Fenrisian Wolf as a cape.
There was no time to gaze upon him, however. He wasted none in lunging at you, ripping past the curtains that draped over your bed. You pressed back towards the entrance of the room, to no avail.
He was on you in no time, picking you up by the waist and pinning you to the wall. Most of your body was facing the wall, pressed against it like you were going to be stuck there. Your face was smushed against the wall, turned to the side. You writhed in his grip, prey in his hands, before gasping out his name.
"Leman--!"
He grunted, the noise coming out of him more wolf than human. Leman grinned and ran his long, monstrous tongue along the side of your face. Where did that come from?
"Can't-- can't 'splain now," he mumbled into your ear. His breath was hot and warm against you, like he was breathing summer air into your soft, unmarred skin. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up while he sniffed your neck, breathing you in while he lowered your pants. It all came together in your head, and you relaxed in his grip.
He felt the smooth skin of your ass, his calloused hand moving up and down before it found the more sensitive part of it. You yelped as his long, rough fingers trailed towards your hole, his other hand yanking your asscheeks apart with the desperation of a man in rut.
"Mmn, Leman..."
He squeezed your ass as your cock hardened, brushing up against the wall. You turned back as far as you could and whined-- it was sensitive against the cold brick.
"Leman!!"
"Mmn, forgot how sensitive y'were," he mumbled, carrying you to the bed and manhandling you so you were sitting on his lap. He slipped a finger inside of you, big and rough and hairy. You yelped- clinging onto him like a lifeline. You buried your face in his chest, moaning as he fucked his finger deeper and deeper into your needy hole.
"Already fucked out on m'finger," he chuckled as your face scrunched up. "How're you going to take my knot, mmn?"
You froze. Of course he had a knot, you'd taken it many times! The only difference between now and yesterday was that your Primarch was in rut. You looked up at him. There was plenty you wanted to say, but all that came out of your mouth was a pitiful whimper.
Leman let out a small laugh. "Words, use your words, little wolf."
"Please!" you sputtered out, "p-please!" You bucked your hips, fucking yourself on Leman's finger, and he smiled at you.
"Patience," he said, "can't have ye breaking yerself on me, not yet."
You whined again as Leman snuck in a second finger, opening your asshole even wider. Your cock was fully hard now, a bead of precum forming at the tip. You moved your ass up and down on him, greedily taking in as much of his finger as he could. Once Leman reached a steady pace inside of you, he pulled his fingers out. You whined, batting at his hand.
"What'd I say about patience?" he asked, pulling his pants down. Indeed, his cock was hard, the knot at the bottom waiting to swell. Your eyes widened, taken aback every time by the size of that thing.
"You sure you can take it?" he asked again, looking at your expression. "It's so big, and y're so small against me."
You mumbled, grinding the tip against your ass. "Knot me," you said, a twinge of desperation to your voice.
"Hm?"
"Knot me, I'm all yours," you repeated, as the tip sunk into your ass and he started to finally, mercifully fuck you on his cock. You whimpered, holding onto his shirt for dear life as you took in his scent. He smelled of sweat, he smelled of Leman. He smiled down at you as he sunk in deeper, fucking you with slow, practiced strokes.
"Y'haven't begged enough for me."
You whimpered on him as he fucked the tip in and out of you. "P-please, Leman," you stammered out, his name sweet on your lips. "Please. Knot me, 'm all yours." Your eyes were wide open as you looked up at him, fallen limp onto his chest. "Please?"
Leman's cock sunk deeper into you, and he smiled down at you. His beard tickled the top of your head. "There we go, little wolf," he said. "Relax onto me, I've got you."
His cock was ridged, and sunk deeper and deeper into you as time went on. You felt every inch inside of you, stretching your ass out, your cock hard against the man taking you. You cried out as his balls hit your ass, slapping against it with more and more desperate motions. You felt Leman shift under you, grip your waist harder, his breath hot on your head. And something started to swell against your ass.
"Your--!"
"My knot," he huffed, flipping you over yet again and pinning you down to the bed. His arms were thick and hairy against you, his strong hands pinning you up to his fat belly. Your eyes rolled back into your skull. His cock was huge in you. Your own was stone-hard, balls ready to burst, but you had to keep it in. That didn't stop you from moaning loud into the bed, into the pillows under you.
You felt it slowly fill at your ass as he fucked into you, his cock all but splitting you open. It was hot in you, making a nice slap against the soft skin of your ass every time he thrust. You arched your back and buried your face in his pillow. No, it wasn't the same as burying your face in him, but you still smelled musk and sweat and leather in his pillow.
"Mmn!" you cried, your thoughts and words dissolving into fucked-out little noises. His knot swelled against your ass, finally something substantial was forming. Out of horny desperation, you pressed your ass up against his knot as it slowly stretched you out even more.
"Hmm-?" Leman asked before his eyes widened, realizing what you were doing. Air left his flaring nostrils, and he bucked his hips into you, pressing his knot deeper and deeper into you. You babbled incoherently on him, fucking your ass back more and more until his knot was thick and warm inside of you.
"Y'took my knot!" he exclaimed, one hand on your waist and one hand steadying himself against the bed. He huffed, and it wasnt long until he filled your ass up, his cum warm and sticky inside your gaping hole. You cried out, cumming onto the bed. It made a mess under the both of you, as Leman's cum leaked out of your hole.
"L... Leman," you panted, your arms giving out. He caught you effortlessly with the hand on your waist, holding part of you up.
"Mmn," he grunted, his knot stuck inside of you. He tried halfheartedly to pull it out, but stopped when you whined up at him. "Guess we're stuck like this, hmm?"
"Leman," you said in a thoughtless haze. "Stuck,"
Leman rolled you over onto him. You were still knotted on him, but you were on top of him, face between his hairy belly and fat tits. You moaned quietly, arms outstretched as if you were trying to wrap them around him. He thrust just a little while longer, winding down as he wrapped his own around you.
"We can be stuck f'r a bit." Leman rubbed his hand up and down your back, pressing in slightly. "I've got plenty more cock f'r ye to take."
40k Lion being an an absolute freak. A slutty old man. A whore. Anything will do really.
Normally I don't answer requests while they're closed, but @kit-williams has a long overdue birthday gift involving Lion of either type. I was already going to do 40k Lion, but this is the kick in the ass I needed to finally write the fic. Thank you, Anon!
Summary: Lion reunites with an old lover.
Word Count: 649
Content Warnings: This one's real soft but like. Armor kink and breeding and vague NSFW
Image Credit: @squishyowl
You were going to become a mother. At least, that's what he had promised you. Before Horus lost his mind, before the man you loved vanished without so much as telling anyone where he'd gone. Ten thousand years had gone by. Despite your nature as a Perpetual, it was a long and accursed wait for something that might not even happen. Ten thousand years, and you'd not given up for a day.
Someone who'd been the lover of a Primarch would have had to go into hiding for the foreseeable future. So hide you did, moving from planet to remote planet and never staying for more than a few Earthen years. It was late at night while you worked. The noises you heard were like small earthquakes, but rhythmic as one thump superseded another. Right after the last one, you heard a knock.
"Shouldn't you be...?" you asked, words failing you.
"What in the galaxy do you mean?" you heard a familiar voice respond.
It all clicked in your mind. Perhaps the footsteps of a Primarch were so unfamiliar to you nowadays, so otherworldly that you'd mistaken them for something else. You hadn't looked out of any windows, but you saw a familiar shade of green. And you'd recognize the voice anywhere, if it was a little huskier and a little more worn.
"Lion?"
"Indeed," he replied, "now if you could invite me in, that would be quite welcome."
You tilted your head. He was never one to announce his presence, and the Lion you knew would open the door himself if he'd wanted to see you. Oh, well, you've reasoned with yourself. Most people change in ten thousand years. As you approached the door, you saw the familiar etchings in his verdant armor. You opened it and craned your neck up to look at him.
"You've aged," you said softly as he ran a hand along your cheek. His wrinkles were far more pronounced, and his hair was silver instead of the blonde you remembered. His forest-green eyes were the same, and he made rare eye contact with you as the crows feet grew deeper with his smile.
His smile widened. "You haven't," he replied, kneeling down. He slipped a hand behind your knees and lifted you up, his armor cold against your skin.
You relaxed. Despite the metal armor, his hold was as comfortable as your remember. He stood up. You hadn't felt that rush of air in a long while. You were now higher above the ground than you were tall.
He lifted you to his mouth, and you bared your neck as he pressed kiss after soft kiss into it. His whiskers were still rough against your skin, but that was a welcome feeling after going so long without it. Your eyes met again, and you let out a light giggle.
"I've missed you," he mumbled before resuming his activity.
"I've..." you started. How were you even going to begin to describe how you felt, those ten thousand years of sleepless nights waiting for him? That empty feeling of waiting, of not knowing whether your efforts were for nothing. Relief didn't even begin to cover how you were feeling. "I've missed you t-!"
He set you down and knelt before you again, pressing his lips onto yours and pressing you into the side of your house. The straps of your sundress were pushed up and to the side, and your eyes widened as his closed. After a minute, he pulled away.
"Too soon?" he asked, concern in his voice.
"N, no," you whimpered. You made no effort to pull the straps of your dress back up, thanking your lucky stars that you had no neighbors.
"Good," he said. "Now, help me take off my armor. I want to keep my promise to you."
"What-?"
"You're going to become a mother when I'm done with you."
