#I have also been writing about primarchs non stop for a week now

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Of obedience and silence.

Perturabo x Reader

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Note: The idea of Perturabo taking joy from the little cruel interactions with his favorite serf had me GNAWING at the bars of my enclosure.

Warnings - Toxic power dynamic, Dub-Con, Implied sexual themes.

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The light was sparse in Perturabo’s chamber, as always; he preferred the dimness, the sense of sanctuary it gave him. A mechanical hum filled the silence, whispering to him as he worked, precise strokes of calculation etched on fragile data-slates as if they were paper. And there she was, quietly standing at his side, a figure of silent obedience, his serf.

She had been with him for some time, a fixture in his life of iron discipline and rigid control. At first, she had been nothing to him but another loyal subject, a thing molded by his demands, made to serve him without question. But as the years passed, something within him twisted, molding itself around her. And now, her downcast eyes, the slight tremble in her posture – they sparked something in him. He felt himself leaning into the thrill of it, into the dark satisfaction at seeing her nervous, wondering what she had done wrong this time.

“Tell me, Y/N," he said slowly, his voice heavy, “do you ever resent the role you play, so willingly beneath my heel?”

The question hung in the air, leaving her stricken, her expression uncertain. There was the faintest flicker of distress in her eyes, which she quickly masked with bowed submission. “My lord, I exist to serve you as I am commanded. I could not resent it.”

Perturabo smirked, though it was humorless. “Lies. A good serf doesn’t lie, does she?”

She paled, and he felt the gratification ripple through him. The power he had over her, the way her world seemed to rest on his word – it stirred something he had once dismissed as weakness. He leaned closer, his eyes fixed on her face, catching the subtle fear beneath her exterior.

“What use are you to me if you cannot even be honest, hmm?” He spoke slowly, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath his stare. “Perhaps I should reassign you, find some other creature with the will to serve me honestly.”

Her lips parted, a silent plea hidden in her gaze. She had grown attached to her place here, he knew. And the thought of losing it, losing him, made her ache with desperation.

“Please, my lord,” she whispered, her voice quivering, “I only wish to please you.”

The words tasted sweet, and he allowed them to settle before responding, knowing that every moment of silence filled her with unease. He savored it, the weight of her fear mingling with her desire, the way she would lower herself again and again if only to have his approval.

“Then prove it,” he murmured, his voice cold as he spread his legs. He didn’t need to spell it out; the command was implicit, a game of cat and mouse in which she was ever the cornered prey. And yet, some part of him, the part he rarely acknowledged, wished to keep her close, to keep her his. No one else could know the twisted pleasure of this dance, he thought to himself.

As she whispered her affirmation, her voice trembling but resolute, he felt something tighten within him – a cruel, possessive satisfaction.

And slowly, she approached his chair and knelt.

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Note: SOMEBODY SEDATE ME 🗣‼️

I left it implicit because I'm still a little new to writing for WH40K, and I'm low-key trying to figure out how to write p0rn featuring primarchs or astartes. Their size makes logistics kinda complicated BUT there is a lot of kinky potential with these beings bc they are kinda Fucked Up and there is so MUCH to do with the authority they inevitably have. ANYWAY, if you have any suggestions on who I should write my first smut about, let me know.