HAII EVERYONE!! it's been a while but I got into warhammer 40k and to get myself out of artblock I'm doing a series where I draw the Primarchs as my little ponies for fun!!
With a final swing of his power sword, Gadriel let out a mighty roar as the blade sliced clean through the last Tyranid in the now tapering wave. He peered out of the large floor to ceiling windows as the orbital cannon discharged and delivered a devastating blast to the Tyranid Hive Ship. Stray Tyranids screamed loud, guttural shrieks and scattered like rats. Vox comms crackled to life as the static-y voice of Acheran patched in.
“Archmagos Nozick is refusing to evacuate and we are running out of time. His locat….”
….Your cries filled the air as your nails raked down the sweating and hunched form of the Sergeant Primaris. Soft grunts from the blonde marine kept time alongside wet plaps. Fingers dug into the soft flesh beneath his hands-
Gadriel slammed into the floor with a crash, helmet ricocheting off of the tiles right after. A stray tyranid hiding from above had dove right for him and caught him off guard. He was quick to throw the chaos being off and scramble to his feet, spearing the foul beast through the chest and slamming it to the ground. He shook his head briefly before glancing over at Titus. Chairon was already down the hall, looking out for the rest of the group. Titus held his gaze with an indiscernible expression as he took a few steps forward.
“Is your mind clouded by something, brother?” His voice was low and carried a clear warning tone. Gadriel looked away, a flash of frustration rising up before mild guilt took its place.
“No, Lieutenant. I did not see that tyranid,” He responded lowly.
“Nor did you hear my warning, Sergeant?” Titus quietly hissed out. “Do not let your mind be clouded, Gadriel.” The older marine turned back around without a second glance and started after Chairon. Gadriel stayed put for a few more seconds as he stomped down the rising frustration.
“The Emperor’s Angels are back! Get moving! Unload and prep for the priests!” Barked your commander as he clapped his leather clad hands together. You look up from where you sat on a munitions crate and braced your arms on the edges. Slowly, you slid off and your eyes searched the crowd of towering blue Angels for a familiar red helmet.
“Searching for someone, soldier?” You whirl on your heels and looked upwards where your lover stood. He grasped his helmet on both sides and pulled up in a smooth motion. Perfect blonde swept back hair and familiar cool blues greeted your sight.
“Yes, My Lord. May I ask how your deployment went?” You reply as your heart thumps rapidly in your chest. A hardly perceptible smirk flickered across his features.
“Collect my weapons from the Thunderhawk and I shall tell you. Come.” He walks away from you. An invitation to his quarters. Suddenly you remember what you left him with just hours before. Your stomach does flips as you hurried to collect the massive bolter pistol half your size. You catch up to him after struggling to find a comfortable grip on the weapon. He ushered you down the lengthy and confusing hallways of the Resilience all while recounting his voyage on the surface. You hardly paid attention, thinking of different ways Gadriel may exact revenge.
Finally, you both arrive at his quarters. Nervously you look up at the hulking figure before you. You knew what would happen as soon as you step inside.
“What is the matter, gunman? Shy suddenly? Go on, I need my weapon placed inside of its case for proper transport.” Gadriel was enjoying watching you squirm, no sign of the cocky man from earlier. Wordlessly, you step inside of his quarters and kneel down where the plasteel weapons case lay open. Slotting the bolter snuggly and shutting the lid, you snap the clasps shut. As you snap them shut, the door behind Gadriel slides shut and clicks as the locks engage.
Gadriel falls upon you like a starving animal, ceramite clad hands finding your waist and lifting you off your feet. Your back hit the wall and before you could protest, hot, moist breath washed over your neck before sharp teeth sank into your skin. The Primaris before you rumbled as he jutted his hips up against you in a rough manner. You are helpless against him but you most definitely do not want him to stop. The nervous pit in your stomach from earlier had morphed into arousal and excitement as your lover bit into you. He retracted after a few seconds and ran the flat of his tongue up the mark, finishing with a satisfying huff. Frantic and feral kisses pressed to your hot skin traveled down your collarbone. Your hands fumbled at your fatigues, shedding the layers that you wore. Lifting your shirt and continuing the trail of marks he left, he advanced lower while maintaining his hold on you. One hand slid to a leg, palm resting on the underside of your thigh. His other hand followed suit with the other. He lifted up and out, managing to keep you pinned with your legs now spread.
Cool air breezed against your cunt, causing it to squeeze involuntarily. Sharp canines grazed the sensitive meat of your inner thighs, eliciting a low whine from you and goosebumps rushed across your skin. A quiet rush of hot air from Gadriel told you he took immense pleasure in hearing you like this. He looked up and held your gaze as his mouth descended upon the apex of your thighs. Hot, burning waves of ecstacy rippled through you as his lips captured your swollen nub, and he began to suckle sweetly. Your hips jerked in reaction and a cry ripped from your throat. Your hands found his hair and gripped, earning a satisfied rumble from the well built marine. He kept up his relentless assault, the Sergeant Primaris enjoying how you writhed beneath him. One of your hands covered your mouth to keep yourself quiet. A metal hand was quick to pull it away.
“I need to hear you, my love.” His voice was low but commanding. You did what you were told although you occasionally bit back a loud moan. He moved back to your cunt, surprising you by delving his tongue into your folds. You could feel the wriggling hot mass worm its way deeper until his nose rested upon your pubic bone. He didn’t dare break eye contact with you. Your legs shook as the tip of his tongue brushed tantalizingly close to your sweet spot. You knew from experience that he could quite easily reach it and was just simply enacting his revenge. He pulled back just a little as you desperately tried to grind down on his face to gain a deeper angle. You whimpered in frustration. You felt him smirk between your thighs. He was enjoying the pathetic noises he was pulling from you.
He lapped at your folds, your juices dripping onto the floor several feet below you. Wet squelches came from his mouth as he feasted like a ravaged beast. Your fingers in his hair tightened and you opened your mouth to let out a loud squeal. Your eyes squeezed shut and your chest sucked in a lung full of air, the tightening knot in your groin threatening to come undone at a moment's notice. He pulled back right before you reached your peak, evoking a very frustrated hiss from within. Eyes twinkled as he set your feet on the ground, half naked and dripping between the thighs. His face was slick with your juices and an absolute shit eating grin was spread across his face.
“Do not test the patience of the Emperor's Angels, little one.” He picked up your fatigues and wiped his face clean before handing them back to you. He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning his back to your trembling, sexually frustrated and incredibly horny form. Silently, his door unlocked and slid open and he stepped out, leaving you alone in his quarters.
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Hey! I hope you enjoyed the read :3, I am currently trying to scrounge together the will to finish this as it is well over a month since I wrote this piece. If you like it, please, let me know!
im doing a good chunk of that big october event for freaks (loving) and sickos (affectionate) so here's a crop of day 1 w gadriel. you can find the full thing on my bluesky
Warnings: oral (male receiving), edging,cock warming, sexual frustration, thigh job, cumming inside first time.
A surprise bit of smut for my hoes out there.
"I truly fail to see how this will help anything." Gadriel gasped. His teeth clenched as he tried and failed to tell himself that this hadn't been what he'd wanted from you all along.
He was a proud Sargent of the Ultramarine, a stalwart defender of the ideal of his chapter and a- oh.. oh he wanted you to do that with your tongue again.
His head fell back as you dragged the tip of your tongue over the tip of his cock. Licking up the pearl of precum before placing a little kiss there.
"Have some faith Gad, it's a bonding exercise. We both have to take part for it to work."
He didn't care at the moment he just wanted you to hurry up and make the feeling boiling in his guts go away. His member twitched as you wrapped your lips around the tip. He watched as you sank the first few inches in, wetting it to make it easier to take in more. He was being a good boy other than his mild complaining.
Your head drew back, he whined, and he hated it. The control you had over him had nothing to do with witchcraft or warp magics. It was all his biology, and all the psycho conditioning seemed so very far away when you dipped back down taking even more of him into your maw.
Throne save him, his legs twitched as your hand cupped his sack, giving it a light almost loving squeeze, he needed you to finish this. Because every moment he spent under your gentle touch was an eternity of agony. Sweet, sweet agony.
"Why must you torture me so?" He gasped, your tongue laved up the bottom of his shaft forcing a moment of mental fog that he couldn't quite clear. "I do not know what you mean." You teased him. Stroking his length as you kept him from your mouth only long enough to speak. His body felt wound tighter than a high tension cable.
He was going to cum. He'd learned that much from Titus, who'd told him what the feelings were like leading to ejaculation.
He'd thought the lieutenant to be exaggerating. He hadn't been, perhaps he hadn't even been giving you enough credit.
"I'm close, throne just a bit more." He groaned, all thoughts of prior complaints gone.
But then you stopped. Why!? Why did you stop, blood of the Emperor he felt so good and you just stopped.
"Why?" He whined as you crawled into his lap. Your bare thighs closing around his member as you sit there, cozy and soft. He could feel the heat of your core this close, his mind was in a tailspin. Maybe you would finish him off this way. His hands grabbed at your hip and thigh as you began to rub on his cock. There was a bit too much friction, so you grabbed the oil you'd set aside and poured some down his cock, and between your thighs. Making the movements smooth and easy. Gadriel's orgasm slipped away from him as you sat there, just oiling your thighs.
He wouldn't beg. He told himself over and over that he wouldn't beg. Not for this, not for you. But his cock leaked, oozing his excitement over your skin as he tried to take deep breaths.
"You're being a very good boy for me Gadriel." You cooed and he felt the cracks in the dam beginning to form.
You finally began again, rubbing his cock with your thighs. His head dropped to your shoulder, his breaths coming in ragged pants. He needed you so badly. More than he knew how to articulate in words or thoughts. It was a burning hunger, he watched as your cunt pressed to his cock, warming the skin and wetting it further.
Inside, he thought, he needed to be inside there. Inside you. Your mouth was good, but what sensations might be awaiting him there.
"I need you. Please. I need more." He moaned into your hair and he pulled you closer. You smelled like soap, clean things that had nothing to do with this. But he found it only made him want to do this more. To make your clean soap scent vanish under the scent of sweat and whatever that other delectable scent that hung about you was.
Was it your heat? The warmth and wetness rubbing against his cock? He needed to know.
"Well we still have time. I think we could do a bit more."
You lifted your hips, with Gadriel's aid, lining up his cock with your entrance and sliding back down on him.
"Now, why don't we take a moment so I can get adjusted." You moaned, astartes cock was bigger than normal and it took time for you to adjust no matter the number of times you did it with Titus.
Gadriel almost whimpered. No, he didn't want to wait. He wanted to fuck you. The way he'd caught glimpses of other men doing with their women in dark corners of the ship where they didn't see him watching.
You reached for something else. A book. No, not just a book, the codex.
You opened it and thumped through the pages. "I do believe you said that you would make me listen to you read this at some point so I could understand what it was to be an astartes." Your eyes gleaned up at him, mischief glittered there and his cheeks reddened further.
"You want me to read you the codex.. now? Of all-,"he choked as you clenched around his length and wiggled, "-times?" He finished, swallowing down another whimper.
"I don't see why not. Two birds with one stone and all that." You teased.
Gadriel plucked the codex and nodded. It would help him regain his focus. At least he hoped.
He opened it to the beginning passage and began.
"They shall be pure of heart and strong of body, untainted by doubt and unsullied by self-aggrandisement. They will be bright stars on the firmament of battle, Angels of Death whose shining wings bring swift annihilation to the enemies of Man. So it shall be for a thousand times for a thousand years, unto the very end of eternity and the extinction of mortal flesh."
You hummed and nodded along. As he reached the final phrase you raised your hips and dropped back down. Gadriel nearly down his codex as you did, a sharp gasp leaving his lips.
"Has anyone ever told you that you have a wonderful voice for reading aloud?" You smiled up at him. He shot you a half-hearted glare and went on.
His voice was sweet as he read on and it made you hotter for some reason. Maybe it was that he was reading the book his chapter held most sacred. But as he outlined battle tatics and strategies. You found his voice quivered more. Your occasional little squeezes drawing his attention away from words and back onto you.
It was almost ten minutes before Gadriel could take it no more. He closed the book and set it aside. His hands took hold of either side of your hips and he lifted you up before dragging you back down. "I think you've had enough time to adjust." He hissed in your ear and lifted you again.
You both moaned as he dragged you back down his length. You leaned into him, chest to chest, your lips peppered kisses along his jaw. You joined his efforts to guide you along his cock, until he was just holding you and you were riding him in earnest. "Oh throne, yes, don't stop." He panted, begging you as he feared you might stop again before he could cum. He didn't want that. He wanted you to make him cum, and he wanted to do it inside you. Even if his body wasn't designed for reproduction the thought of planting his seed deep within was an intoxicating one. It just felt like the right place to put it.
His orgasm built faster than he wanted but he could feel you tightening as well. Your own moans floating around him like a strain of music.
"Fuck, Gadriel, I'm close." You gasped, his arms tightened around you. He was giving his first to you, and he would not come before he found you satisfied. Mentally he urged himself not to come, to hold out, that he could do it. Perhaps he'd even give you two before he had even one.
It was a noble ideal but as soon as you clenched around him, back bowed slightly as you cried out for him it all fell apart. He buried his face in the side of your neck and let out a deep groan of satisfaction. His cock twitched with each fat load he pumped into you. His arms trembled as he nearly squashed you into his chest.
He felt you cup his cheek one handed and raised his head to meet your hazy unfocused gaze with his. Your lips crashed against his and he met the gesture of affection eagerly. That was a first as well, but it felt like the right thing to do, so he kept you in his arms, lips pressed as he finished cumming, just letting you stay there on his cock, full of his seed.
You fell asleep like that, happy and content. He picked up the codex again and opened it to where he'd left off, reading aloud to you, even though you couldn't hear it.
He would owe Titus his thanks when he saw him again.
This was originally meant for @thetatsusensei when I first got them into Warhammer. (I lured them with a picture of Gadriel and they fell for it, hook, line and sink.)
The battle barge was bustling with activity, gearing up for the next deployment. Serfs and tech priests swarmed the loading bays like crows to crumbs of corpse starch. You stand in bay 4, awaiting your commander’s presence. You weren’t sure when they would show as they had the knack of always being conveniently late. Your task was to assist with loading the drop ships with munitions and medicae packs. You’d rather be down where the action is at the moment but, alas, last week, over half of your squadron became bolt sponges and tree fertilizer. Orders from higher ups had you stationed on this new battle barge while they figured out where to place you. As if it was the Emperor’s will, this battle barge housed a particular someone. Right as your mind was filled with thoughts of him, your commander appeared behind you.
“Why aren’t yew haulin’ boxes from supply yet? Yer the one in charge of heavy bolter rounds. Go on, git! Let’s go!” Your commander barks at you and waved his hands about. You roll your eyes but do as you’re told. You step off in the direction of the supply closet while your mind begins to wander. You nearly reach your destination when you bump into a hard object in your path. Blinking, your eyes travel up the object and meet icy blues observing you with obvious mirth.
“You don’t pay attention very well, little one. You may run into someone,” The armoured Ultramarine humoured with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Your face flushes a dark red that reaches your ears and you look around you with a quick glance. Nobody seems to be paying attention to the pair, too busy running around with last minute preparations. “Need a hand with a few things?”
“Yes, please, if you don’t mind,” You didn’t dare say his name aloud for fear someone may hear. Addressing a Space Marine properly was law on this ship, anything other than ‘My Lord’ resulted in punishment. You dart into the supply closet after the blonde marine, shutting the door behind you. The Space Marine’s brows pushed together in mild confusion as his eyes track your movements. In the blink of an eye you had scrambled atop a wooden crate, hands capturing the scarred skin of the marine’s face as your lips crashed to his in desperation. Hands grabbed at your waist, hauling you up with ease before sliding to your ass. Strong metal arms pulled you in after doing so and a low, warning growl rumbled from his chest. His lips parted and your tongue darted out to swipe his teeth, earning a firm squeeze on the ass.
Finally you pull back for air and his name spills from your lips like sweet honey. “Gadriel.” Barely a whisper, and yet it sent a shiver down his spine. Your name slipped from his right after.
“Little one, we can’t-” He was promptly cut off with another kiss from you. All complaints and concerns fell away as his tongue yields to yours. Standing on the tips of your toes to gain another inch above him, the slick band of muscle in your mouth dominates the cavern of his own.. Dragging the tip gently across the roof of his mouth in a beckoning motion pulls a quiet whine from his throat. The noise stoked the burning fire of desire within you as you began rolling your hips in a subtle manner. Your hands snaked their way up his head and tangled themselves into his short, blonde hair. Fingers delicately ghosted past the augmentations on the side of his head, tracing the scar tissue.
“Holy Terra,” Gadriel’s voice was weak with want as you both part once more for air. Ragged breathing echoed quietly off the walls of the supply closet. Your half lidded eyes peered down at him as a hand slowly tightened in his hair. Tugging at the hair in your hand earned the exposure of his throat where his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed a gasp. Leaning down, you ran your tongue from the base of his throat up to his jaw. With a sharp inhale from your forbidden lover, you sink your teeth into the sweaty flesh beneath. Your tongue flicks across the salty skin of the marine as you suckle, marking your territory.
A wet pop and a dark chuckle from you as you pulled back to admire your handiwork. Fuck, what a sight you beheld. Gadriel looked up at you with flushed cheeks, your saliva dribbling from his swollen lips with a bruising bite now decorating the skin of his neck. Pale eyes gazed longingly into yours as he gently set you down on the crate you had previously climbed. Gauntlet clad hands ran their way up your back before slippin to your chest. A soft snort was met with pleading confusion as you stepped back. Wordlessly, you step down from the crate and pick up a box of heavy bolter munition. He’s left staring after you as the door swings open and your form disappears into the busy crowd. Just a second ago your tongue was mapping the inside of his mouth and now he was left alone in a supply closet, a hot mess under his armour.
“Emperor above…” He breathed out, realization dawning that you knew time was scant before his deployment to the surface. And you left him out to dry on purpose to occupy his mind. The door swung open and instead of you, another person stepped in. They jumped as they spotted the Primaris before them. They bowed their head.
“My Lord,” they greeted him. He stepped around them and out of the closet. Trained eyes scanned the busy bays as the final boxes were packed away and checklists were scribbled off. He caught you in Bay 4 conversing with your commander. Your commander's back was facing him and you looked past, locking eyes. A sly and coy smile crossed your features, leaving seconds later.
“Sergeant Gadriel,” A gruff voice pulled Gadriel from his distanced yearning, jarring and unexpected. Gadriel looked for the source, finding Lieutenant Titus next to him. The older and higher ranking marine studied his battle brother’s features. “I see a veteran has caught your eyes.” Gadriel’s heart sank at the words but Titus turned away.
“Do not let him cloud your mind in battle, Sergeant, and you may find the matter slip from my memory.” Titus stepped past him without glancing back.
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