If Warhammer 40k was an Omegaverse universe what denomination which primarch would be??
No TW that i can think of but if you guys belive that it needs one let me know!
How i know all of this? Well you see--
Lion El'Jonson - Beta
As fun as it would be him being an Alpha, him not understanding scenting makes sense in my head cuz this man doesn't understand anything socially;
Sure, he acts like an Alpha, but that's because Luther is an Alpha and he got all his social understanding from him! Also being raised in the wild will make you like that!;
He is a favorite if you need to deal with your heat tho! He doesn't understand why you would want that, but his scent is naturally imposing for an Beta;
Fulgrim - Alpha
His scent is very strong and imposing all the time, but he wears scent blockers and perfumes to mask it! Some people when they see for the first time believe him to be an Omega or an Beta;
His ruts are a bit sparse because he constantly stresses himself, may that be training or conquering a planet, refusing to take a break for perfection doesn't need those;
But when his rut hits he's down for 2 weeks! And god-emperor helps the Emperor Children because he definitely has some of them to help him out;
Perturabo - Omega
This man is a very stubborn Omega! He uses scent blockers and heat suppressants religiously, even knowing that wearing them for extended periods is bad for him!;
His heat cycle usually lasts 3-4 days, and he refuses to let any Iron Warrior help him (Magnus can help if he wants, but it largely depends on his mood). Furthermore, his nest is very elaborate, and he needs many attempts to be satisfied with the result.;
Really really really wants Dorn to help during his heats but refuses to say anything about it and gives Dorn this looks expecting him to know what he wants (to that poor mans confusion);
Jaghatai Khan - Alpha
That is an Alpha that doesn't belive in scent blockers or rut suprencents, sure you can use them if you want but he will give you some strange looks. His scent isn't the worst but can be very strong, especially if he just came back from riding his bike;
His ruts are always punctual, even if his schedule isn't, and yes he will "forget" (read: he doesn't care) that he is scheduled for a week off due to it;
He prefers to spend his ruts with a needy Omega or completely alone, his White Scars may come and go if he needs help with something but he prefers to not bring them into this;
Leman Russ - Alpha
He likes to confuse people with his scent, so he imposes himself as much as possible to make them believe he's a barbarian who can't control his impulses, but the reality is that in Fenris if you don't control yourself, you can end up dead;
He can become wild in his rut so he tends to isolate himself, maybe bring him a lot of Mjød and he will be fine, his ruts tend to last 4-5 days and after it has always exhausted;
He becomes very aggressive in his ruts so the Space Wolves are the only ones that can tend to him during that time, per Leman orders;
Rogal Dorn - Beta
Another one that would be very fun if he was an Alpha, but him not understanding scenting makes more sense in my head, this man doesn't understand anything socially;
He acts like an Alpha tho, but he acts like an old Alpha, one that doesn't care about the whole "Chasing an Omega" thing, mostly because he was raised by his Grandpa, he just wants to provide;
He's usually very calm and understanding if you're in heat or rut, but don't expect him to know if you want help with it or not. A calming scent for an Beta too!
Konrad Curze - Omega
Another very stubborn Omega! He likes to scent everything and everyone that he believes to be his, but uses A LOT of heat suppressants for he hates how his heats feel;
His heat cycle usually lasts 6 days on the dot, but the feeling of it is just so alien to him, mostly because of growing up malnourished he didn't have any for the longest time. His future sight tends to act up during this time, only making him hate it more;
No Night Lord will get near him willingly, not because he attacks, the opposite really he wants to nest with them, but after his heat his over he gets VERY aggressive to the ones that got too close;
Sanguinius - Alpha
Has a very sweet scent naturally so he gets confused with an Omega a lot, but he doesn't really care. He does uses rut suppressants, he will NOT be caught in a situation where he's out of control;
The red thirst gets really bad during his ruts so he locks himself up so he doesn't hurt anyone on accident, he does ask to be able to eat raw meat, extra bloody;
His Blood Angels are aware of what their father is going through and try to make things easier for him by bringing him blood, meat, and sometimes the clothes of an Omega in heat to calm him down;
Ferrus Manus - Beta
Beta with a very strong scent, most of his brothers didn't believe when he told them he was an Beta, gets confused with an Alpha so much he just stopped correcting people. His personality doesn't really help with the whole thing;
He is very understanding if your heat or rut suppressants stopped working out of nowhere, will believe you to be an idiot if you just refuse to get on them;
Willing to help with your situation, but please tell with within 2 months of your heat or rut so he can prepare. He's not that good with building nests tho;
Angron - Omega
He is an Omega, but the nails keep him from doing most Omega things, his scent is perpetually sour and bloody and he can't have heats anymore;
During what would be his heat cycle he gets extremely aggressive and moody but taking heat suppressants don't help so he gets isolated on one side of his ship;
The World Eaters tend to get out of his way or sedate him until it passes, no one is really happy with anything;
Roboute Guilliman - Alpha
He had a very mild scent, so he gets mistaken for a Beta sometimes. He generally doesn't correct people, so he reaps the benefits of being a Beta (they have a better reputation than Alphas in the imperium). He uses heat suppressants as they should be used, with a period of abstinence so his body can recover.
Because he uses the suppressants right his rut only lasts 2-3 days and he prefers the company of Omegas doesn't matter if they are in heat or not, but he won't get aggressive with Alphas;
His Ultramarines tend to monitor him and remind him of his upcoming rut, but other then that they come only if asked to be there or if needs help with anything;
Mortarion - Beta
He is very happy to be a Beta, he doesn't know what he would do otherwise, he has a very mild scent perhaps even a little floral;
He manufactures heat and rut suppressants for his brothers! And he's very upset because some of them don't follow the correct usage method, since these suppressants are very strong so that a Primarch could use them. Could you at least not kill yourself with this? Thank you very much!
Unless you two are very close, don't ask him to help with your heat or rut, the answer is no;
Magnus the Red - Alpha
Very strong scent! It will hit you like a punch to the head if you're not expecting it, so he usually uses scent blockers (with varying degrees of success, they don't work well on him), he doesn't use rut suppressants tho, being in rut can help him with some spells!
His rut usually lasts 5-6 days and he will exclusively be in the presence of psykers Omegas! But if, for some reason, another Alpha needs to help him with something, he will become irritable and snappy;
His Thousand Sons think it's really funny that the usual cool headed Magnus becomes so irritable when his rut comes, but will try to help with anything he needs;
Horus Lupercal - Alpha
Of course daddys special boy is an Alpha! What else could he be? He was a very imposing scent that he uses like a diplomacy tool and uses his rut suppressants when he feels like it;
Because his usage of the rut suppressants is all over the pace is ruts or lasts 2-3 days to 2 weeks, no inbetween. This tends to complicate things, but he manages very well, he just needs some Omegas in heat and plenty of water;
The Luna Wolves help as much as they can, but Mournival is doing most of the work here. The only one of them who can stay near him for more than 30 minutes without being thrown to the other side of the room is Little Horus (the theory is that, since he looks like big Horus, he is mistaken for one of his pups);
Lorgar Aurelian - Omega
He doesn't particularly like being an Omega. Of course, the God-Emperor's work never fails, and if He made him into an Omega, there must be a reason, but it's not his favorite thing. He has a very strong and imposing scent, so he's often mistaken for an Alpha, and he doesn't use heat suppressants because he believes they are unnatural;
His heat lasts 3 days, but he's a VERY needy Omega and if there isn't an Alpha around he will complain during those 3 days. He makes a nest with some sacred cloths and clothes with familiar scents;
He and his Word Bearers observe everything with a strange aura of sacredness, transforming his heats into rituals. Kor Phaeron is usually the only one allowed to enter the nest he builds, "For protection!", he says, but it's only to manipulate him in a moment of weakness.
Vulkan - Omega
At first glance, you might think that yeah, the tallest man you've ever seen, with an impressive aura and intimidating appearance, is an Alpha, but you'd be wrong. As you get closer to him, you'll notice the sweetest and most comforting scent you've ever smelled;
He doesn't use heat suppressants mostly because his heats last 2-3 days, but the pre-heat is intense! That is when he builds his nest and he is very picky in what goes in or not! Very neutral on whether he has an Alpha with him or not, but be careful his heats run HOT!
The Salamanders are all too happy to help him! But Vulkan learned the hard way that accepting any gift will just make his sons have a forging competition to impress him!
Corvus Corax - Beta
Beta with no scent! They are very rare, and this helps him move in the shadows unnoticed! Unfortunately for him, he has a sensitive nose, so he suffers a bit with people who have strong scents...
He doesn't care if you are on heat or rut suppressants or not but please put on scent blockers! If he has to smell another person he will go insane;
A favorite if you are an Alpha and need help with a rut, as he doesn't have a scent so it becomes easier to go through it with him! But he really needs to like you otherwise the answer is no;
Alpharius - Omega and Omegon - Alpha (Yes, i think i'm funny)
When they first met, they thought they were opposites: Alpharius had a scent that was too strong for an Omega, while Omegon had a scent that was too sweet for an Alpha! They generally use this to trick people;
They use heat and rut suppressants like is a new type of religion, and when they need to get off of them they hide so it's fundamentally impossible to truly know how they are like;
The Alpha Legion (ha ha) says that their primarch is an Alpha that likes to use perfumes and scent blocks sometimes, this is a lie but also true;
Can I get a smutty scenario for when Leandros finally goes a step further and have sex with his serf, y'know p in v 🌚?
𓆩⟡𓆪 Yes, my kind follower. I must feed the brood and hordes. Forgive me if anything is mistaken. Its been a lil since I have typed out some smut.
Summary: What the ask says. ;)
||Words: 2k+|| TW//Smut, Praise, Semi-Public(Not Explained), P to da V.
Leo watches as you handle children with ease. How you play with them, throwing them over your shoulder yet slowing when they are about to hit the ground. Making the troublesome, little things laugh in pure glee.
He doesn’t understand it. The children, parents… you. It’s still all very confusing for him to dare and… date a baseline. He doesn’t know how to be social with baselines without scaring them off. He doesn’t know how to be kind when all he knows is of duty, death and war. He wasn’t created to be a husband nor a saint for some. He’s a war machine, and you? Hmm, the fuel he supposes. You definitely get his blood pulsing in strange ways.
He will never admit it publicly that he worries for you. It more so shown with actions. He likes you within his vision and scent range. He likes you when you’re by his side, admiring him and his speeches. Hell, he would even search for you himself because he knows you better than anyone else. You’re predicable. You’re his.
That’s another thing he wouldn’t admit out loud. To say it out loud. It’s not in the codex about having a relationship with a baseline but damn. It feels as if it should be. It feels as if he’s breaking a rule or a protocol. It feels wrong but that feeling hurts. That wrong and right batting inside of him every second he watches you. It’s again, confusing.
“My Lord.” He hears you address him through his clouded thoughts. Your voice shaking him out of it as his eyes flicker down to you. “Are you angry?”
He huffs and shifts his weight. The blue cloth of his himation swaying at the simple movement. His form rather… impressive in such simple, open clothing with those ports that give a little shine in the nearest sun. Though, let’s be fair. All of the marines are impressive. Yet to give him credit… he’s a Chaplain.
Though, Leo is not angry. No. He’s just was… having consuming thoughts, and it’s not about the confusion any more but about you. How you look, smell, taste, feel like. He can’t help but think about you 24/7. How you enrapture him so easily like a Slannesh temptress, and he considers that you are one but he’d also not be a Chaplain if he did. He knows what fools him and what doesn’t, and well… You certainly do. In the best ways at least.
“I’m not enraged, no.” He finally responds to you after a big moment of silence that it made you think, again. You’ve done something you shouldn’t have.
“You are usually not this quiet, My Lord.” You address your observant curiosities. Tilting your head with a gleam of amusement in your eyes. “Something catch your thoughts of speeches?”
“Do not tease me, woman.” His word and tone sound degrading but you know better. “Speech’s are good for encouragement, improvement, hope for their brothers to abide and come back safely…”
“…And what about Titus?” You can’t help but ask. Fighting against your own face muscles to keep a grin down when you can just tell he denies that poor captain.
“He is a rule-breaker.” He growls lowly, eyes locked onto you now. “He doesn’t follow what orders are given-”
“I’m beginning to think you two have history.” You say out loud, interrupting him. His expression going from split second puzzled to scowling.
“We do not-“
“What is it?” You continue anyway, pushing the Chaplains buttons. Daring to look away from a creation that could send you to the sun that shines on him in one throw. “Brothers from another mother? Sibling rivalry? Oh, there is so many to choose from…”
“Serf.” He warns lowly, shifting his weight again. The sound too quiet for you to hear.
“What about- eek!” The sound you give is almost like a mouse. Your hands grasping the solid, warm flesh that suddenly holds you at the sides of your stomach.
“Silence.” Leo commands of you. Holding you as if you’re a child and moving you somewhere else. Somewhere without the eyes of public to spy upon the two of you.
“M-my lord!” Another squeak leaves you. Your surroundings but a blur to your eyes except for the Chaplain himself. “T-this is not how to carry someone.”
“Must you be a nuisance?” He hisses lowly down at you in his hands that still hold you by the sides of your stomach. Observing more so how small you really are compared to him and his brethren. One hand practically hold you as his other shift under your thighs.
You would have blushed and teased him at the action if you didn’t feel how hesitant and careful he was being. Definitely confused on how to properly hold you as well… you’re definitely not his brethren that he can just jerk and pull into the sidelines and away from gunfire so harshly. He needs to be careful with you. He needs to learn you.
“Small.” He scoffs, and it sounds like a complaint. He’s frustrated that he doesn’t know how he should hold you and it embarrasses him.
“Here.” You brace yourself upon him. Your hands coming to grasp at his shoulders, and you try your best to wrap your legs around him. His hand that was wrapped around your stomach slides down your body. Not explorative. It was just an automatic reaction to hold you more comfortably.
The Chaplin simply gives you a grumble of distaste. The sound going through his chest and giving your own flesh a little vibration. His eyes staring at you like you’re a piece of meat, but you know better. You know better than to reject your chaplain. You know better not to run from his loving grumpiness either.
“Comfortable?” You peer at him, giving him a small, almost apologetic smile. Your fingers idly dragging up and down his collar bone in order to sooth your Chaplain.
“Hmh.” Leandros simply gives you a scoff but he can’t lie that your adjustment in position upon him was more comfortable. More… pleasing when he finds a secluded spot to sit so you can lay upon him and trail your fingers lightly over his hardened skin. Some version of a massage that makes him zone into the feeling and relax underneath you. All but a sleepy Chaplin now.
“Sweet thing.” You purr down at the Chaplain, getting yourself comfortable on-top of him. Daring to press your lips to the bottom of his jaw so softly that it just feels like a feather is kissing him. “So handsome and cute.”
“I am not… cute.” He grumbles again, but doesn’t move you away from him. He wants your touch. He wants your praises that he never gets from others but himself. He wants you as if he’s a possessive Slannesh daemon himself.
By the throne, he always wants you.
“Hmh, cute.” You can’t help it. Teasing him. It is just so easy. So easy to get him worked up, and if you’re lucky? You can make him a mess for you. That is if he’ll let you anyway. You know his strength. You won’t take it for granted that if he wants to be dominated and worshipped for a moment? He’ll let you before he’ll switch the dynamic up real quick.
“You tease.” He hisses lowly, giving your rear a nice squeeze. Both his low voice and action sending a pleased tingle through your nerves, and oh… don’t forget those eyes of his. Watching every single little detail your body would betray you for his own attention. “Perhaps you need punishment.”
“Aw.” A fake pout leaves you as you pull back slightly but come forward again to nuzzle under his jaw this time. “Must I? I won’t be able to hear your speeches if you do.”
Leandros hums, and you can feel him swallow as he thinks over your words. His hands giving an occasional, light squeeze to your rear as if you’re a stress toy. “Your worry is noted but it will not change the outcome.”
“And what of this supposed outcome?” You muse against his throat, giving it another feather-light kiss. “To have me beneath you? Tangled within your sheets that smell only of you, my lord?”
“You learn well.” He purrs lowly, nuzzling into the top of your head. Inhaling your scent. “Shall I reward you instead?”
“No, my lord.” You deny him, shaking your head. Your honesty… disappointing him a little bit as he felt his hearts drop in his chest. Dejected. “Let me reward you.”
His hearts rise again.
“Reward me?” Leandros questions you, curious with what you could possibly do for him. His gears in his head a little rusty as he simply watches you get more comfortable on top of him. Your hands gently, slowly leading his to hold you by your thighs.
“Yes.” You confirm with nod rather than a shake of your head this time. One of your hands snaking down between his cloth to appease his warm length. Then does the gears in his head click into motion.
“Little Serf.” His voice sounds like he’s warning you but he doesn’t pull away either. His hands easily giving your thighs a squeeze to see bruises later. “You dare?”
“I do.” You give another nod, pulling his length free. Stroking him a few times before positioning it at your entrance.
“Serf-“ He tries to warn you but gives a surprised grunt when you slowly sink yourself down on him with small whimpers leaving your lips. Clearly not prepared for him, and he’s not sure if he should be proud or worried for you.
Though, non of you move to stop your own progress. You’re already upon him, why stop? Why stop when he feels like nothing could ever compare? That nothing else could fill you up so perfectly? Without an ounce of space to be wasted inside of you. It’s delicious. Painfully so, but by the throne… Do you crave this warrior. To have him inside of you so fittingly.
Leandros on the other hand is struggling not to ruin you. He wants to thrust up into you. To punish you for taking him but he also knows that if he ruins you too well? You might break and unable to do the same thing in a long time. Unable to reward him like you do, and well… unable to at this speeches but he’ll know where you are at all times. So, he supposes their is a plus side to it…
“Careful.” He grunts, clenching his jaw before throwing his head back. Absolutely in bliss with how such a small thing like you can take him- or struggles to with the way your legs already shake once you start to move up on down on him.
Muffled grunts leave the Chaplain as he does rather a good job at hiding it. His hands had been moved to capture your own hands to steady you while you take him as you please. Your hips turning a darker color, exhausted with doing the same roll of the hips and up and down with a squelch to keep him satisfied.
You’ve been at him for an hour or more. A record perhaps as you wanted to try and make him climax before you do, but that is honestly wishful thinking, and your own climax comes unexpectedly. Your body tensing up, legs shaking before you sink down upon his length with a whimper.
Leo is surprised but not unhappy. His hands that were grasping yours are let go of slowly. The same hands trailing down your overstimulated body gently. Pulling you into a hug in hopes to sooth you despite how much he wants to flip you and take control… He recognizes your effort to try and keep up with him. How could he not? How could he not look at you: upon him, wanting him with those wonton sounds and rolling movements of yours?
“Good girl.” The praise leaves his lips. A praise only for you as he kisses your temple. His hands roaming back to your rear to hold you, and you’re honestly questioning if you heard that praise right in your afterglow.
Yet, you don’t think too much of it as he starts to take control. Slowly thrusting in and out. His hands on your rear keeping you close and in place for him to use.
You given him his satisfying reward. Now, let him give you what you tried to milk him of.
no this isn't lore accurate, no i don't care, fight with my left tit, i have paid my dues to the warhammer fandom, this is my turn to have fun, anyways all hot girlies write warhammer smut and ignore canon....
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): before she shuts the doors to her quarters, she'll always tell a serf at around what time they should bring in food and water for you, it's always embarrassing because you get to hear for how long exactly she plans to ravage you for, she always gets you both to finish multiple times five minutes before the serfs come in. she is very precise with her time, she doesn't even need a clock to keep track of that.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): as a custodian she is extremely proud of her body, crafted by the emperor's own flesh and blood. as such, a bit of body worship goes a long way for her, trail your lips gently down from her neck to the middle of her breasts to her abs and then down to her legs until you are kneeling in front of her with your forehead pressed to her feet, it's the fastest way to get her to fold you in half, it might be a bit heretical, but nobody would dare ask or question her as to what exactly happens behind closed doors.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): she likes the mess, she doesn't care about getting it on herself, but she isn't shy about getting it everywhere else, letting any serfs, coming in to clean after you two are done, see your spent all over her sheets/floor, she might chastise you for making more work for the poor serfs but she is a bit too smug about it to truly make you feel bad.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): she loves the size difference, she loves having her strap/toys match her size, of course she doesn't push you to take her right away and trust you WILL be taking her. this is why it's so convenient to have only one partner for a long time, so she can slowly mold you to her needs wreck you for anyone else, she starts off with her fingers and mouth and simply grinding herself against you, her cunt against yours/using your cock ,then bit by bit she starts bringing in bigger and bigger toys crafted for you specifically, until she finally brings the one that is proportionate to the rest of her body.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): a few flings here and there throughout the millennia, but they never lasted long and they were always more of a sort of exploration, a learning opportunity rather than just fumbling to satisfy her baser urges.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): she likes to keep you pressed down or against her, she takes full advantage of her strength and size to keep you pinned or held up, she doesn't like when you move around too much, it distracts her from her goal of getting you to cum as many times as possible before you pass out. she also loves mirrors, loves watching both of your reflections as she takes you apart.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): just like with everything else she takes her duty very seriously, even something like this, she doesn't want you to feel intimidated by her, not when you let yourself be so vulnerable and place your trust on her like that, but she just can't help it, the way she stares at you, practically devouring you with her eyes makes you feel as if she might actually do it, it's extremely intimidating.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): it's fine and fair and soft, she doesn't do anything to it. she ,like most of the emperor's creations, always carries a sort of artificial scent mixed in with her natural musk, unlike space marines, custodes represent the emperor directly so she doesn't neglect her hygiene. she always makes sure to come to you already washed up, especially after a battle.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): romance isn't exactly in her code, but she is very passionate, she can make you feel as if you are the only person in the world just by the way she treats you, she'll open doors for you, she'll guide you by the small of your back, she'll gently unwrap you like a gift, she'll focus her entire attention on you rather than simply chase her own pleasure through your body. she is also very touchy, she holds you close, always pulling your hands or legs to wrap around her in some way.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): she doesn't really feel the need for it, she doesn't get the point of it, it doesn't satisfy her, not like taking you does and she'll scoff at the idea of you giving her a show, she brings you to her bedroom to touch you, if she wanted to just watch something she'd watch a holodrama.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): body worship, slight exhibitionism etc
L = Location (favorite places to do the do): preferably back in the imperial palace, in her personal quarters, where she can keep an eye out in case she is called for duty, her bedroom isn't the most luxurious place, she doesn't get to use it often enough to warrant having anything other than the bare necessities ,but the bed is big and comfortable enough and the serfs know to mind their business when she brings you around.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): she definitely has a thing for you submitting to her, she gives orders and she expects you to follow them, be in her room in 30 minutes, wait for her on the bed ,leave your clothes on, wear that perfume/outfit etc etc, she is very satisfied when you fully follow her instructions, it makes her want to reward you for being so obedient. she is a woman used to always having her orders followed and that doesn't change in the bedroom.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): she is a very stubborn woman, it is very often you get told no, it doesn't even have to be something specific, sometimes it might just be your tone that makes her shut you down.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): she can spend hours between your legs coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you simply with her mouth, her tongue buried inside of you/taking you into her mouth ,she has amazing breath control and isn't shy about flipping you on your stomach to explore other parts of your body equally as thoroughly. she gets almost annoyed if you try to pull her away, she doesn't even need the favour returned simply lie back and let her do her thing.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): she is like a machine, she doesn't falter , doesn't change her pace its almost overwhelming, she loves overstimulating you, you'll be gasping shaking beneath her and she'll tell you to just keep taking her, give her another one,she knows your body, she knows how much you can handle and she knows you haven't reached your limit just yet.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): they just aren't practical, she doesn't like them, simply getting in and out of her armor and bodyglove is a whole process, she would much rather make a day of it rather than rush it like a fumbling teen, she wants to take you out for a walk, listen about your day and then take you to her bed, you can usually tell what she has planned from the fact she has forgone armouring up and told the serfs around what time they can come clean up the next day.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): not really, again following up with what we said above she is very stubborn and knows what she is into, hearing no from her is more common than hearing her say yes, she does want you to come with your own ideas if anything just to learn more about you and she is willing to indulge the safer requests of the bunch, but she isn't sharing you, she isn't taking you outside her bedchamber, she isn't doing any weird roleplay for you etc etc
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): she is not human, she does not tire like you do ,she is always aware of how much quicker you get tired than her and tends to push for you to keep going, never past what she knows are your true limits.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): huge space strap, i think i hauev covid
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): she is very blunt and straight forward, she doesn't like playing games like that, but she loves to hear you beg her for mercy, it gives her the same satisfaction as besting a foe in battle.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): she grunts and groans and sounds almost angry whenever she cums.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): she loves having her hair pulled, i feel like she usually simply shaves it for convenience, she only tends to grow it out a bit, like we saw in the episode, if she is seeing someone, just to give them something to grab onto. she also loves when you try leaving marks on her, they never last long enough to enjoy the sight of them on her body, but that's part of why she enjoys them, drag your nails down her shoulders or down her back or on her forearms and watch her stare at her reflection in the mirror as they heal up.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): all such feelings are kept firmly under wrap, her duty comes first before everything else, that doesn't mean she doesn't let herself indulge every so often, she is fond of the way her mind drifts off to thoughts of you when she wanders the halls of the imperial palace or in between missions, you are a welcome distraction, another reminder as to what she has pledged her life to protect.
she knows its not feasible but in these cases she often thinks about how she wishes she could keep you in her quarters, waiting for her in the imperial palace, she knows you have your own life, your own duties and such. in another life she would perhaps love to be a provider for you, you her pretty little partner simply waiting for her to come back.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): she is a light sleeper and can fall asleep at will, especially considering the fact she probably doesn't need a lot of it like normal humans do. at the start of your relationship she waits for you to fall asleep before she let's herself drift off, but as the two of you draw closer she learns to let go a bit, she starts pretending more and more that she doesn't feel you move around when you wake up, just to get an extra few minutes of just having you in her arms.
𓆩⟡𓆪 Someone has given me bugs of Leo here, and I also think he’s getting bullied a lot. Testing if ya’ll like the breaks/“timeskips” & if I’m switching the POV too much? Or enough that makes sense.
Summary: Leandros would have never thought he would have an interest in a serf (not that he understands that.) It’s against the Codex. Yet, he can’t help but be induced.
||Words: 3.4K|| TW// Smut/Oral, Worship. F/M, Leo is… “uncultured” in some ways but to be fair. Space Marines don’t fuck.
Leandros was never one to go off from the Codex. It was a holy text to him. A text that he goes strictly by, and never fallen from it for he has become a Chaplain: A leader of an Ultramarine Chapter. He was not to be tainted for if he was? He would not be where he stands.
Sure, he has a very… overbearing of the codex but that is his belief. It is his duty; not only to his Primarch but also the Emperor himself. He will not befall them. He will not befall to chaos. He is a chaplain. Nothing lesser to be influenced.
Except by you: a serf.
You were something he couldn’t describe. Even if he had read a thousand scriptures to learn of everything possible or maybe listened to the Apothecary too much. Nothing could describe you. The one that listens to his preaching of an Ultramarine’s duty in the back of the room. The one that seems to take his attention away more often than of the Lieutenant Titus. He seemed… put off some say.
Though, to you it felt like he was judging you hardcore with those red visors of him glaring at you just like he does with the Lieutenant. The simplicity of his gaze setting your skin aflame while the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Usually, you’re not so put off by any stare that comes from a marine or anything that matches that rank, but again. Leandros is a chaplain: a warrior with higher power than a Battle-brother, Lieutenant or Captain. He has the complete right to judge you for whatever sin you may have done. Even if you haven’t done anything remotely interesting to him.
With all that staring, you begin to think you’re really in deep shit. That you have done something wrong. That you may have created a sin you didn’t know about to get the attention of the chaplain out of all Astartes. Your mind scrambling every day, every hour to find a mistake or flaw you might have made within that time period that you feel his heated gaze upon you, and you know it’s him. For others simply do not care much for you. They walk past you as they do their duty and you do yours, and that’s the only thing you can do. Is do your duty while the chaplain watches. Waiting for a mistake in you in particular. No longer eying Lieutenant Titus down…
This little thing goes on for months, and the stress of him watching you has definitely got you a couple of times: things slipping from your hands, an un-calculated step, even a bit of sleep deprivation. The red glow of his visors judging you even while you sleep. A nightmare you had woke up once or twice to, and it’s impossible not to grow a bit weary of the Chaplain after that, but how do you to avoid him when he actively seeks you out?
You’re not sure if he does it consciously or not, but other serfs tell you of his particular attention on you. Some feeling pity with others tease you greatly for it. Cooing at you and giving you playful pokes, saying “looks like you have gotten yourself a big playmate.” and “He’s following you around like a puppy!” or something along those lines. You don’t care too much for their teasing for your face is already red at their first words.
Leandros finds it a bit amusing, however. To see the other serfs teasing you about something that makes your buccaes brighten with a red-ish color. What he doesn’t think is amusing is how you seem to walk away from him now. Never attending him in his speeches anymore and that irritates him more than it logically should. He should not care if a single surf wasn’t listening to him but unfortunately? He does. It bothers the holy Emperor out of him.
“Serf.” He calls out to you. Not to the many other serfs that work around you and part when he steps forward. His armor giving a dull thud with each step he takes forward to reach you.
You, on the other hand? Wish he wasn’t calling for you. Well, he wasn’t, but it wasn’t an easy mistake to make of who he's talking to when all the other whispering and giggling serfs quickly disperse when he comes fourth with that stoic, demanding attitude of his. That gaze of his visor set on you as you turn to try and properly greet him (at most you gave him a glance before looking down at the ground.) Setting you up in all sorts of flames and tingling nerves.
“You haven’t been attending my speeches.” He says boldly, seemingly not embarrassed by what he says like any space marine, and that makes you wonder if they are not made to catch those sudden hints from loved ones that would throw to one another… Yet they can know the slightest movement of an attack?
“My lord, I’ve simply been busy.” Is what you could come up without blabbering about how he's been stalking you in your dreams too, and it's been freaking the fuck out of you. He will either take pride in that, or he will think there is something actually wrong with you.
“Taking to other serfs is not busy.” He states, shifting his weight as he tilts his helm. His hood following the motion, and you feel more judged than you had ever been. Of course he overlooks your schedule too!
“Baselines have a social need. Forgive me, my lord.” You nod at him in respect. Keeping your gaze to the floor. Most of what you’re seeing is the boot of his armor. He can’t get you for that, can he?
He shifts his weight again, folding his arms. A moment of silence going between the two of you as you think he’s pleased with that answer.
“You could have come to me.”
By all the Thrones! He was correct, you could have gone to him but what would he be able to provide besides a talk of purity? Besides that, why would you want to go to a Chaplain to discuss a potential… health matter? You rather go to the Apothecary for that. They would look at you as if its normal. He would probably look at you as if you truly did sin.
“It’s not known that a serf would go to a higher rank for a simple talk, my lord.” You pull the rank card, and this time it's the lower rank rather than a higher rank.
“…Hmm, I then commend that you talk to me rather the serfs that you play with.” He commands of you, cutting all your attempts short before simply leaving you where you stand. His steps long and calculated. Creating a faint echo.
This bastard.
Unable to reject the Chaplain himself, you attended to him rather getting comfort from the serfs as they still manage to tease you while they pass by. Confused when they say, “Looks like you’re his little serf now.”
You’re sure if this was another legion they wouldn’t be so mocking, but you ignore them. Trying to steady your heart when you come to the Chaplains’ quarters once more. Knocking on the door and waiting for his word before entering.
“My Lord?” You call out, slowing stepping in and closing the door behind you with a dull thud. Your eyes keen to find the Chaplain hidden in his quarters. “I have brought you another cloak, just as you requested?”
You don’t see him anywhere, and that confuses you when you just heard his voice seconds ago through the door. Your hands fiddling with the thick cloak in your hands. “My Lord?”
“Over here, serf.”
You follow the sound of his voice. Your eyes skimming over his quarters. Hands tightening on cloak because of your own nervousness. Only to find him by a dark wooden room divider in nothing but a loin cloth covering his manhood.
“M-My Lord!” You stammer, quickly looking away. Using the cloak as cover. Your cheeks instantly going up into flames at the sight of the Chaplain. A Chaplain that was half naked in front of you. “Y-you are not dressed!”
“This is nothing?” He sounds genuinely confused. Not comprehending what the problem was as you can hear him take a step forward. Maybe even tilting his head. Those neck muscles flexing at the simple movement- No. No romancing the Chaplain out of all the marines and people. “Are you appalled?”
“What?! N-No! My lord…” Your eyebrows rise up in surprise at his question. Daring to look over the shelter of the cloak and angle it where you only see his head, nothing else. Trying to explain yourself in a way he can understand. “It's a… respectful baseline thing! Uh… to not see another so vulnerable.”
“I am not worried if you lunge at me.” He huffs, folding his arms again. His light brown eyes narrowing at you. Displeased that you have voiced such a thing, but then again? You did say it was a ‘respectful’ thing to do for a baseline. He supposes he can let that slide…
“I wouldn’t do such a thing!” A gasp leaves your lips at the absurdness. You against him? Never! You’ll become a pile of a bloody, mauled mush! As if you wanted to be remembered like a piece of a sticky substance on the floor! “Couldn’t!”
“Couldn’t or wouldn’t?” Chaplain Leandros asks… amused? His muscles tensing as he moves forward again, right in front of you. Taking the cloak out of your nervous hands and draping it over his shoulder. His being standing proudly in front of you while you struggle on not looking at him which eases him a bit. It means truly, you weren't going to do something drastic. That perhaps… he can trust your word.
“You are dismissed… little serf.”
The next time you find him… vulnerable is more in a pleasing way. His hands covering your thighs, squeezing them. Feeling how soft the flesh of a baseline truly is as he kneels between them. Simply massaging them… for now.
“My Lord?” You question the Chaplain of what he’s doing. Looking down at him. More comfortable saying his title with how close you two had gotten. He was a surprisingly good listener… You would question on how he advises you though. Not that you would admit such… incompetence.
“The baseline flesh is soft.” Leandros, the Chaplain himself states. Seeing nothing wrong with how he does so too. Almost scientifically, logically. His eyes enraptured with how your flesh moves much more than his own battle-hardened skin. “…Squishy.”
You almost laugh at that. Amused at how clueless even Chaplains could be. I mean, Space Marines were baselines once, no? You might have to search the library or perhaps ask him of how that process is. That is if you’re able to hear of their creation that is.
“That depends on the baseline, my Lord.” You say amusingly, letting him explore the anatomy of your body. Perhaps too much that it dares to please you. “…Some are plump, some are skinny. Others are muscular and fit.”
He hums and gently squishes your outer thigh, knowing how much pressure to use. Holding briefly before letting go. Watching how your skin recolors itself from where he leaves his handprint. The blood quickly rushing back to give your skin color once more. “Does this… touching do something to you?”
Yeah, of course he’s paying attention on how your skin twitches when he skims a little too close to your inner thigh, or how your heart beats faster when you hitch your breath. By the Throne, he can probably smell your arousal.
“N-no.” You lie, and you swear he senses it with how his gaze hardens at you. At your dare- your sin you tried to do right in front of him: A Chaplain. God, this is what you chose to lie to him about? The sudden stimulation he was, quite possibly, unintentionally giving you? Oh, you should just dug yourself into a hole and put yourself in it while you had the chance.
“You lie, little serf.” He immediately calls you out. A little growl rising at the back of his throat that makes you instinctively shrink back from where you are seated: upon his bedding. Both of his hands wrapping around your thighs with ease as if they were mere sticks, squishing them with restrained warning. “You dare lie to your Chaplain?”
“N-no, my lord!” A stained stammer leaves you. Body unsure if you should lean forward, face your judgement or stay where you are and cower away from him. “It’s just- it’s just… personal, my lord. Intimate…”
“…” He stays silent for a moment, as if thoroughly processing your words that could or could not be truth. This was the only lie you had told him. He knows it… Therefore, your lie was a truth that he had caught. He was doing something “intimate” to you. “Do you find this… rousing, little serf?”
A deep blush erupts on your cheeks at his simple yet such a bold question. Eyes quickly look away from him. You know space marines are not meant for simple things. Those subjects were beyond them, and to hear it from a Chaplain was just a big ol’ bamboozle and an embarrassment.
“Answer me, little serf.” He commends of you. Squishing your thighs again that it makes you shake in both fear and excitement. You’re not sure if you could please the Chaplain of your answer however…
“Fine, do not speak.” Leandros huffs, sounding grisly that it pulls at your heart and the air from your lungs. His hands hooking around your waist and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. “I’ll play this little game of yours.”
His next sudden movements surprise you when you feel how his rough hands slide over the skin of your legs, up and down. Sending a pleasing tingle through your nerves, and you can’t help but open yourself more to him. “M-my Lord?”
“Quiet, serf.” A snap from him. A demand, and it shuts you up quickly. Knowing when to speak and knowing when not to. Yours eyes watching how he’s so… gentle with you while he explores you. Trailing the tips of his fingers up and down your body. Seemingly fascinated with how you react to his touches. How you subconsciously keen for more of his calluses palms. Hands squeezing some plump flesh here and there, even hovering over your chest. Pausing, asking for permission with his eyes, and he hums. Pleased when you move right up against him for him to freely feel and squish as he pleases.
He listens to the quiet noises that leaves your lips that you bite in order to muffle them. Eyes intently studying you. Watching every twitch and hearing every hitched breath. Learning your soft spots quickly. Teasing them, brushing his fingers over just to listen to more of those sounds he slowly gets attracted to…
Leandros needs more. More of you.
Trailing his hands back down your sides, he pauses at your thighs again before he hooks and brings you impossibly closer again. A yelp of surprise and excitement leaving you as you find yourself laying on your back. The rather luxurious fabric of his bedding more comfortable than a typical battle-brothers cot as the Chaplain leans over your abdomen. A warm exhale from him ruffling the clothing there. Your legs trapped under the strength of his arms, and it makes you realize… He could do anything to you.
“You smell sweet, little serf.” His comment didn’t fail to make you feel… impossible under his care. The thumbs of his hands digging lightly into your stomach, circling. His gaze focused on where you smell sweet from before he leans into your lap, inhaling you through the article of your clothing. The simple heat of his breath making the fabric hot and moist. A shiver running through you despite the oddity of his actions.
“My lord, are you sure?” Your voice comes out strong despite his intimate interest in your body. The nerves of your body wanting to rut into him but you stay still. Not willing to even be punished for that. Who knows what he could do to you? Pull you over his knee, squeeze your neck, make you suck-
“I know what I’m doing.” He gruffs at you. Narrowed eyes looking up at you, and truly… He looked like he was hunting you. His split-second gaze making you entranced like a prey frozen in front of a predator before he looks back down again. A hand tugging the helm of your bottom clothing to the side. Exposing you but still in the confines of your clothing.
Leandros lower himself once more. A squeak leaving you as a wet, thick heat gives a tentative lick up your slit. Eyes widening in surprise, even when knowing what was coming moments ago. Stammers leaving your mouth, not really comprehending that a Chaplain was- is eating you out. “M-my Lord!”
He groans in response, giving another lick before smothering closer. Nose poking into you. Lapping at your folds more eagerly. Arms wrapping around you as if you’ll escape him, and finds that little bundle of nerves quickly and becomes attentive to it. Sucking and lapping like a dog. Pulling all sorts of pretty sounds out of you he’s never heard before, and he likes it. He wants more of you. He wants to devour you like your some High-Lords’ meal. He wants- Throne. He just wants you. You have been in his mind like the codex itself since the day you started to attend his speeches.
“Hold me.” He suddenly demands of you, giving you a narrowed glance from below. Somehow gaining a sense that you wouldn’t touch him. Probably because he is a Chaplain. One a simple baseline like you shouldn’t touch a Son of Guilliman like him but he wants you to. You’ll be a blessing, a saint if you do. He will even call you so in times like these as he wishes to feast from you again and again. Is this how baselines… What was the word? Mate?
The Chaplain pushes that curious thought away quickly. The taste of you climaxing on his tongue that delved between your folds, exploring that little cunt of yours with a zealous fashion sending him into a different realm. A feeling perhaps? He doesn’t know what to name the feeling he’s having… High? Floating? Oh, but he definitely likes the feeling of your thighs squeezing his head. He did tell you to hold him, but he didn’t think you would do it with your legs.
“I-I’m sorry!” He hears you stammer and he’s almost confused. Why are you apologizing? Why are you opening your thighs? Not squishing him with them? “I didn’t mean to do… that so quickly.”
He pulls away slightly, licking his lips. Staring at your folds. Mind trying to recount something he might have done to make you apologize, and he comes up with nothing. He didn’t punish you. You weren’t hurt. He made sure of it. What are- He huffs, his hot breath touching your wetness. Was this a trick? To make him go away from you. To dismiss you? Abandon you?
“You will not fool me, little saint.” He growls, leaning closer again to your core. Eyes staring up at you, daring you to disobey. To lie to him again. “Give me another taste. Then, you can apologize.”
You can only gasp out as he doesn’t wait for an answer from you. His tongue diving back in for more. Your thighs going back to squeeze his head at the overstimulation that's going to come over you this blissed session. Something that you might have to teach him of…
No but because that was a heavily stigmatized activity in europe prior to fairly recently. Also heavily dangerous because of the total lack of antibiotics. He is a Fenrisian traditionalist at heart from the three books I’ve read about him, so would probably take on their views. Would still probably try to please a partner with that anatomy in other ways.
Fenris is tens of thousands of years into the future, today's stigma would not apply to then. Also, again, tens of thousands of years, with heavily differing flora and fauna, meaning they probably have their own antibiotics and medicines
Also it's Leman Russ, a primarch, even before Emps found him. Bacteria dies the moment it enters his body, whether from the absurd amounts of alcohol or just from his body's composition. Your pussy is coming out more sanitized than when he went in
All fair points. My rationale for this was basically that (again, from the books I have read) Fenris is pretty heavily Viking inspired. Leman is very Fenrisian in actions and perspectives, to the point where it causes tensions with the Imperial Creed on subjects like religion. I figure Leman would probably hold some cultural beliefs from Fenris on things like this, and Fenris is based on Viking groups around the 1000AD range, which from what I have seen wouldn’t be very friendly to this sort of thing. I don’t hold this opinion super strongly, it’s just how I thought through the question.
As for the sanitation point, that totally makes sense. You’re right on that one I’m pretty sure.
No but because that was a heavily stigmatized activity in europe prior to fairly recently. Also heavily dangerous because of the total lack of antibiotics. He is a Fenrisian traditionalist at heart from the three books I’ve read about him, so would probably take on their views. Would still probably try to please a partner with that anatomy in other ways.
Now hear me out, but cums "flavour" is baised off diet and body chemistry.
But Space Marines are pumped full of combat stims that would kill a baseline human, so would this carry over to cum? Would a human OD on stims if they swallowed a load?
Idk but the community has generally seemed to agree it probably tastes godawful, like chemicals. I’ve always envisioned a sort of hand sanitizer effect. Biologically I do know like radiation and other poisons can carry over into reproductive matter like all bodily fluids, albeit in diluted fashion. So there will definitely be an effect. I guess whether they die would vary based on how many stimms the space marine has consumed. The higher dosage, the higher chance of OD, tho I imagine even a low dose would make you sick for a while.
As A Straight™ it remains absolutely baffling to me the number of straight women who act repulsed by men's bodies. Literally what are you getting out of this*
(*the weird pretense that you're not horny for d*ck and/or straightness; interpret as you will)
I don't care enough about the Today Show to investigate further but apparently there was some kerfuffle in which the phrase "hairy man thighs" was used in a derogatory and body-shaming manner?????????
Absolutely unhinged slander against one of THE most compelling parts of the male anatomy. Please send all the hairy man thighs my way since you obviously neither appreciate nor deserve them
You say "hairy man thighs" in a tone that suggests I'm NOT getting distracted while watching men's soccer because my lizardbrain is going awooga like a dude with the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition
Exhibit #43719 of people calling anyone who doesn't perform Femininity™ correctly a ~pick me~ as if this is somehow a win for feminism lol. Oh no, I'm not repulsed by the bodies of people I sleep with and I find it bizarre when other people claim to be. Must be my internalized misogyny showing.
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Anyway what I actually think would be a win for feminism is if women would examine why they do this. Is it performative disavowal of desire because society shames them for expressing any hint of authentic sexuality? Is it genuine repulsion toward sex with men and/or sex in general? In either case, sad and concerning! You deserve better than the chains of gender roles and/or compulsive heterosexuality!
Also, as a general matter of human decency, I think body-shaming is bad and that you should be nice to the people you sleep with. We all agree that men who claim to be attracted to adult women whilst acting revolted if she has a speck of hair anywhere below her eyebrows - or whatever other aspect of her existing in a normal human body as opposed to being like. a disembodied concept of Female™ - are the most joyless erotically impoverished pathetic losers imaginable. Call me crazy but imho women should not emulate the behavior of the most boorish and boring brand of straight man.
By rehearsing the view that ‘men are the worst’ while continuing to pursue romantic and sexual attachments with them, we perform an othering gesture that shores up the purity or innocence of our own identities. We may love men, we declare, but we barely enjoy it, okay?; we are embarrassed; we are not contaminated by them; we are not they. In other words, we get to continue to be ‘women’. Perhaps, semi-unconsciously, we had worried that the very category of ‘women’ had become untenable. If we can only continue to reproduce the category ‘men’ loudly enough, then, we wager, the category ‘women’ might stay safe.
— Sophie Lewis, "Collective Turn-Off" (NSFW)
I think human beings are turned off right now. Of course it is tempting to rationalise our turned-off-ness with reference to Covid-19. But i
#I think some of it is a reaction to men being so shitty about women not being thin and hairless and poreless etc all the time#(not even just to women they’re sleeping with or might sleep with!)#(like in totally nonsexual contexts)#I don’t wanna bodyshame anyone of any gender#but it’s kinda exhausting when you’re extending maximum understanding and openmindedness to a guy’s personal choices#when you know that he would throw refuse at his female equivalent if he could get away with it#another factor is that men are often weird about women expressing their sexualities in unexpected ways#they think of women as not wanting sex for sex’s sake#or they can conceive of women desiring a classically handsome traditionally masculine rich guy#(this is influenced by what they think a man should be. they’re freaked out if women don’t care about the same things)#and if you tell a guy with these hang-ups that you like his body#when he doesn’t like his body#he will not always appreciate it and sometimes he’ll be kind of an ass about it#and it’s sad but it is a disincentive to express desire if no one wants to hear it
Truly truly truly not trying to argue or put anybody on the spot here, because I think all of these points are smart and worth discussing. I also need to talk about these tags, because I think they're really useful for clarifying the phenomenon that I'm discussing.
Because when I talk about desiring hairy man thighs, I am not talking about "extending maximum understanding and openmindedness to a guy's personal choices." I am not talking about doing him a favor. I am not advocating for an attitude of world-weary tolerance or having to train yourself to behave a certain way because it's virtuous. I do not think sex should be an eating-unseasoned-boiled-vegetables-because-it's-good-for-you situation.
I am talking about a five-star meal of your choice + dessert situation. I find hairy man thighs compelling FOR ME. I wanna nibble on them because the warmth and shape and smell of a nice meaty thigh is so mouthwatering that it gives me cuteness aggression, and because if I'm lucky he might start moaning about it and that would be DELICIOUS AND PERSONALLY GRATIFYING. TO ME.
If people are reading this post as one more admonition for women to be unfailingly tolerant and accommodating and self-sacrificial even when nobody extends that grace to them in return, well then of course I'm going to get comments like the one a few posts above. However that is extremely far from what I am suggesting. This post is about how you as a woman deserve to be having sex that you are FULLY AND ENTHUSIASTICALLY HORNY FOR. Yes, you should be kind to the people you sleep with (and for that matter the people you don't sleep with) as a general matter of human decency. But I must stress that this is extraordinarily easy to accomplish when you are sleeping with people you like and whose bodies you like!
And yes, there are a variety of totally legitimate reasons to have complicated feelings about one's attraction to men as a woman in a misogynistic society. However I think it would be enormously more helpful to everyone to discuss what a turnoff those things are than to play right into the patriarchal prohibition on women experiencing desire. If you find men physically hot but their actions & attitudes are frequently very unsexy, say that. If you do not feel that way - if you are genuinely disgusted by some aspect of men's bodies, and yet still choosing to sleep with them - then I would like to order you a dozen roses and a personalized sexuality crisis yesterday. Like what are you even doing here. Do not do this to yourself. Why are you in a pancake restaurant if you hate pancakes.
I’ve always thought Beau’s reader was interesting! I wanna know more about her life before, what’s she trying to do now that she’s left her husband, what was the last straw that got her to leave? Like yeah the cheating and the baby is devastating bc she wanted a child but why was that IT? And the baby was IT but also they still sleep together. Ugh, I hate the way her ex talks to her and I love anytime Beau takes up for reader when it comes to the ex.
Ryan bounces through the door, plopping his bag. coat, and keys down right at the entryway. The cleaner had just vacuumed, but he doesn't notice; his snow soaked shoes leave a melting, dirty trail behind him.
"Rezzy at Heathrow, chop chop!" he calls through the apartment. "Put on that sexy little red thing so Daddy can buy you some good champagne!"
He finds you on the couch, robe on, hair still wet from the shower. heating pack is pressed into lower lower stomach ineffectively.
"Do that hair, fix your face, let's get going, lady." He taps his watch expectantly, smiling a bit too widely to be genuine. When you don't immediately move, his personality crumbles, sighing and groaning as he slumps. "What? What could it possibly be?"
"I haven't seen you in three weeks, you aren't even going to say hi?"
"Hi." He leans over and dots a kiss on your forehead, no affection behind it. "It's a four month wait to get into this place. My assistant had to pull crazy strings to get us in."
Your frost doesn't melt. Your husband leans back in, dotting another kiss into your cheek, this one much kinder.
"I'm back now, babe, and taking you out on a date." He forces his voice soft. "It's Michelin. 3 stars. One for each week I was gone-"
"You did not plan that."
"We can pretend." He stands again with a smile. "Come on, come get ready for daddy-"
You manage to return the grin, semi seasick, but don't get off of the couch.
"I'm really not feeling it," you admit. "My stomach is just so-"
"Listen." Ryan sobers. He's not a particularly big man, but you can see how he manages to dominate a courtroom. He's stern, well spoken, driving his points home without being too harsh. "You're putting on the dress. you're doing your hair. You're wearing those red bottoms. We are going to go to this restaurant and I'm going to give you the jade necklace in my fucking coat. I'm ordering the fucking bone marrow bullshit I've been looking forward to for four months. Then, we're going home and we're gonna fuck."
You two lock eyes. One of you has to give. One of you always does.
"I'm kinda sore-" you start.
"Sore? I've been gone three-" Ryan drops it. "Anal is fine."
"I could do a hand job," you offer.
"Facefuck."
"Blowjob."
Ryan shrugs as if this was this goal all along. "Okay. Fine. Get dressed."
the way he stares at your body makes him feel like a school boy. The curve of your hips as you walk makes him swallow hard. he cant fully see the curve of you ass through your skirts, but he thinks about it, guiltly stroked his cock to the thought of it.
He overhears you with a housemaid one day.
"My favorite dress still doesn't fit. Babies steal your beauty," you gripe.
"I know a certain knight that would disagree."
"Oh, stop." You wave off. "He only cares about the little prince."
"Show him your breasts and see how much he cares about the baby then " the maid giggles. "Hell, take off your skirts and get the first good fuck of your life."
"You're awful!"
"Don't pretend that you wouldnt love having that body on yours-"
That night, your chest is the only thing he can manage to focus on.
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