#alpharius x reader

[ms--lobotomy]

Are y'all down for some heresy?

NSFW under the cut. Don't say I didn't warn you.

LION EL'JONSON - "Stay quiet," he grumbled. He pushed you against the wall and kicked your legs apart before tearing off what garments you were wearing. You wanted to open your mouth, but a large hand pressed against it, almost obfuscating your entire face. He unzipped his leather trousers with the other hand, only pulling them down far enough to reveal himself to you. He didn’t prepare himself before he went in, and it hurt. His hands moves towards your wrists, and he held you up against the cold wall as he went in deeper, and deeper. You relaxed into his grip and kept your lips sealed until you couldn’t, and the moan that escaped you was nothing short of content.

??? - SEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FULGRIM - Intricate knots kept you suspended in the air as he ran his hand along your collarbone. You wanted to cry out, to beg him, to scream that he should get on with it. But there was a gag in your mouth, impeding your speech. His hand ran lower, down to your breast. He hovered slightly above it, a smirk dusting his face before he squeezed your nipple and you let out a little whimper. His hands trailed lower and lower before he reached between your legs, sticking a finger in. You couldn’t make any comprehensible sounds with that gag in your mouth, but he still knew that you were finally enjoying yourself.

PERTURABO - You were situated atop him, with his hands on your waist. You needed a little bit of help moving up and down. He was difficult to straddle as he was twice your size, but you made it work. He moved you up and down on him, stretching you out. Between the little noises that you made, you managed to eek out a few words. "Oh, you're doing wonderfully." He froze, holding you down on him. Maybe it was the almost pleading expression on your face that did it, or the words themselves. Either way, you saw his expression soften for just a moment before you felt him slam you onto himself, hard.

JAGHATAI KHAN - You hadn’t had the idea to stop until your clothes were cast to the side of the bike and you were sitting on his lap, facing him. You looked up at him as he brought you down upon him. You let out a quiet whimper and felt your face go warm. “Let it out,” he told you softly. It took you a few seconds to do so as he raised you up and down on him. Your hands trailed to his chest as he started to go faster. And faster. You were practically howling by the time he was done with you, finishing inside of you. You felt something wet and sticky dribble down your leg. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said, picking you up and putting you back down before he went to grab something to clean you off.

LEMAN RUSS - Your face went warm when you saw his sons staring at you, leering at you. You still pulled your shirt over your head, and you didn’t say anything as he grabbed you by the shoulders and pinned you down, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. One hand roamed down your body, the other pushed your legs apart. You looked to the side, towards his sons. They were talking amongst themselves, and more importantly, staring at you. As Leman put a finger between your legs, you let out a delicate moan. You knew it was going to be a long night.

ROGAL DORN - He had you right where he wanted you, tied down to his bed with a toy between your legs. He watched as you squirmed and writhed as you had been doing for the past couple of hours, unable to turn the device off. You moaned, looking up at him. He was looking at you as warmly as a man like him could, his expression soft and loving. He made his way over to you, kneeling over you. He put a large hand to your cheek, and you leaned into it as you climaxed yet again, loud and hard. He chuckled. "You're beautiful when you climax."

KONRAD CURZE - His fingers dug into your legs, breaking your delicate skin. He was coarse and rough and he threatened to snap your body in half. Blood lightly glazed his fingers as he slammed himself into you, with no care to how you may be feeling. A ravenous grin graced his face. Tears began to well up in your eyes as you gently called out his name. His grip moved up to your arms, just above your hands, and it once again drew blood. You looked up at him, barely able to keep your eyes open. "Please," you begged, as he started to go faster inside of you. He grunted something in his native Nostraman as he finished inside you, burying his face in your neck.

SANGUINIUS - You tried running and you tried hiding, but when the Brightest One wanted you, he wanted you. He’d excused himself from his previous calling and roamed the ship looking for you until he had you exactly where he wanted you. He’d pinned you to the wall, ripping off your clothes with a wild desire in his eyes before he sank his teeth into your neck. You winced as he siphoned blood from you, and you gently clutched the back of his head. You ran your fingers through his hair as he planted kisses lower and lower on you, using his teeth. You knew it was going to leave a mark, but you didn’t struggle against him as he made his way between your legs.

FERRUS MANUS - He pinned you to the wall as if you were an object with one hand and planted his other right on your throat. His metallic hands were cold and slippery against your skin. He tapped his fingers against your neck, teasing you, before he grasped your neck and air became nothing less than a privilege to you. You gasped for air, but nothing came through your windpipes. “Winded?” he asked, blood rushing to your face. Your hands instinctively grappled for his, but you didn’t want to choke out your safe word. Not yet. Before you lost consciousness, though, he let go of you. You collapsed to the floor and gasped for air, clutching your chest. He grabbed your jaw and tilted your head up to look at him. “You’re cute when you’re winded.”

??? - I think they need to check my apartment for a gas leak.

ANGRON - Here he is, the Red Angel, restrained before you. You felt his face. It was warm. "You're going to be okay," you cooed, planting a kiss on his scarred lips. You took out some lube, and rubbed it on him. He throbbed in your hands. You saw his face scrunched up in pleasure before he let out a moan, low and guttural. You paused to plant another kiss on his lips before you went back to him. He writhed in the intricate ropework you had done on him, but nothing broke. "You're doing so well," you said. He grunted in response. Before long, you'd finished him, and the noise that he let out was nothing less than beautiful.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN - Before you even had time to think about it, he’d cast his paperwork aside, stripped your clothes off and spread you out over his desk like a delicacy. He slid a finger over the area between your legs, and you could see a slightly devious smile cross his face before he stuck it in. You let out a yelp and clung to the sides of his desk before he put his other finger to your lips. “Ssh,” he said. “We wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, right?” he asked, pushing his finger all the way up. Your face scrunched up as he went up and down inside you. A few times you got close to revealing your whereabouts, but you managed to reel it in.

MORTARION - Not many people got to see the Pale King’s lab, but you were one of the lucky few. You rubbed up against him, time and time again. You did this until he pushed his materials aside, set you on the counter, and pulled your clothes off. He pulled his mask down and put his mouth on yours, sliding himself in. He trailed kisses down you, stopping briefly at your nipple, before he spread your legs open. "You did this to yourself," he murmured, before he put his tongue between your legs and you let out a loud moan. You knew that you were going to be here for a long time.

MAGNUS THE RED - Here you were, bound via warp magic (for lack of a better term), Magnus in front of you. You shivered, bare as you ever were, and he grabbed your hands before he kissed you, rubbing himself on you. He was only slightly larger than the average human now, able to comfortably fit inside of you once the time would come. You let out a little moan, and he chuckled at you. "Sensitive?" he asked, before sliding into you. Your fingers interlocked with his, and you threw your head back in pleasure. He chuckled. "Look at me," he said, grabbing your chin and tilting it down to look at him.

HORUS - You cried out, in pleasure and in pain. He'd pried your legs open as if it were nothing and forced himself in, not even bothering to prepare you for the experience. And here he was now, looming over you, smile cocky as ever. You swear the two of you were going at it for hours, his breath hot on your neck and his hands effortlessly pinning you to the bed, until he suddenly slowed down. He shoved himself in you once, then twice, then three times. You looked up at him with wide eyes. You opened your mouth to speak, but he spoke first. “You’re going to make a great mother.”

LORGAR - He wanted to fuck his problems away, release all of his frustrations onto you, but he simply couldn’t. You were already whimpering underneath him, tears gathering in your eyes, and he was being as gentle as he could be. His hand grazed the side of your face, and you leaned into it. A tear fell from your eye. “You’re taking it so well, my love,” he cooed, wiping your tear away. “If only you could see how gorgeous you look.” Your face went warm, and you turned your gaze to the side. With one hand, he turned your head back towards him. “Look at me,” he said. “Let me watch you come undone.”

VULKAN - You looked up at him, your face scrunched up as he struggled to fit it in. Your hands were intertwined, his massive hands engulfing yours. You whimpered and moaned as he slowly slid in, pressing hard against your walls. He leaned down, his lips grazing your ear. “Good girl,” he said. “Just a little more, okay?” You gulped, and you nodded as he pressed into you. He pressed a kiss to your neck as he pulled himself out. It was much easier for him to put himself in you this second time, stretched out on him. You looked down at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

CORVUS CORAX - He sat next to you, staying close by your side. Your skirt was shorter than usual this meeting, and you had “neglected” to put on underwear. As he talked, he slid a finger between your legs, and started to make a motion as if he were beckoning someone over. You tried not to make a face as you looked at everyone else at the meeting. Nobody was looking at you particularly funnily. As he stopped speaking, he slid another finger in. You looked up at him, and there was a slightly bemused smile on his face. Your face went warm as he stuck another finger in.

ALPHARIUS - There were lookalikes all over you, touching you, inside you. You could barely handle the one in your mouth, but there was one in each hand, one in your chest and one between your legs, buried to the hilt. And when he had spilled himself inside you, leaving that mark that you belonged to the Alpha Legion, another took his place. Your hands began to tire, though, and your eyes began to droop. You looked up, as much as you could. The one in your mouth took himself out, and cupped your face. "Tired yet?"

[moodymisty]

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: I wanted to write AlphariusOmegon, and I was also encouraged to do so enjoy. I only did one quick revise so not my best work.

Relationships: AlphariusOmegon/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Bukakke/Cum facial, Oral (male receiving), Is having your twin/other half of your soul watch you get your dick sucked incest?, Oh well just bolding to be sure, Kind of rough facefucking but not really rough

It's Omegon's turn now.

The tip of his cock rests on your tips, nudging between them to try and push his way inside. You give way obediently and let your sore jaw open wide once more for him- the third time? Forth? - letting him slip his cock inside. Your hands rests on his thighs throat letting out a groan, muffled by the intrusion of his cock, as you feel him push against the inside of your cheek.

Alpharius sits beside him on the bed, a small distance between them. Enough to fit you between them, if you weren't currently on your knees between Omegon's thighs. When you are on the Alpha, and they can both be frontward facing, that is where you always are- snug between.

"Are you tired, little one? I see your eyes closing."

Your eyes are, but more so because of Alpharius' cum- some of Omegon's too probably, it's all a blur how many times they've coated your face so far - that's smeared all over your face, threatening to get into your eyes.

"She has to satisfy two primarchs, not just one, I'm not surprised she's worn out."

Omegon brushes a hand over your hair, disgustingly smearing the cum both he and his brother have already left into it, before cradling the crown of your head. It's somewhat gentle, as well as serving for him to force himself deeper into your mouth. You don't have the energy to bob your head, and so he fully takes over to simply fuck your mouth at his preferred pace.

"But you can go a bit longer, yes? Let me finish one more time before we let you rest."

It's not as if you have a choice in the matter. You're too tired to move, too weak to fight back, you only have enough to keep your mouth wide for him, letting either of them them use it as they please. The sounds you make are crude and gross, the wet squelching noise of your throat trying to swallow the excessive amount of spit your mouth creates at his cock's intrusion. It dribbles down your chin, sticking against your neck. The salty taste of his sweat and precum permeates your entire mouth, though you have little care about it at this point.

You glance to the side over Omegon's thigh and see Alpharius, who watches you with a pleased expression. He's tapped out for the time being, cock tucked back in his trousers, but you know that he's more than capable of changing his mind.

Omegon hears your pathetic whimper as he pulls out enough for you to finally get a deep breath of air to fully fill your lungs, before he tightens the hand around the back of your head and returns to pull your mouth back onto him once more. You can only give a soft whimper in defiance, one that is swiftly ignored over the sounds of him sloppily fucking your face. The head of his cock keeps bumping and bullying the soft palette at the back of your mouth, each time you groan helplessly.

Your jaw aches, each time he pushes deeper to the back of your throat it stretches wider, and a sharp hit of pain hits into the hinges of your jawbone.

"Don't fuck her throat too much. She needs her voice for when I bring her to the Palace tomorrow."

Right; You need to attend a dinner alongside Alpharius at the Terran Palace tomorrow. You're currently moored in the Terran atmosphere, able to see the golden palace from outside any of the Hydra's viewports.

You wonder if one bath will be enough to get the cum out of your hair, off of your face, before you need to be primped and perfect to stand beside a primarch.

"I'm being gentle with her- I'm being gentle, right?"

Omegon says to you, and he only gets the wet noises as your throat spasms around his cock in response- Your eyes pricking with tears. The head of his cock pushes dangerously close into your throat and your body tightens up in response, trying to prepare to fight that feeling to swallow or gag, and Omegon lets out a low moan that you can feel rumble in your chest.

Just when you think he's going to not listen to Alpharius- push farther past the soft palette of your mouth and try to cum right down into your stomach, he pulls out and wraps a hand around the length of his cock.

He fucks his own hand, faster and faster and faster, before suddenly cumming and watching as you squeeze your eyes shut. You feel him cum all over your face, the top of your head, hot against your skin. Some slides over your lips, and you can taste it on your tongue and on the waterline of your lips.

Omegon, finally finished and now satisfied for the time being gently nudges your head back closer so you can clean off his cock with your tongue. He smiles and lets out a pleased breath as he feels your tongue drag along his length, licking the tip of his cock- you fear he's going to start this all over again, but he thankfully doesn't. Your pull your lips off his cock with a soft pop after you suck him clean.

He tucks his softening cock back into his trousers, leaving them both looking no worse for wear, while you look as if you're about to faint right at their feet.

"Should I get the serfs to help you bathe?"

Alpharius says, and you quickly shake your head. You would rather throw yourself into deep space and turn to ice, crumbling away, than let the serfs see you covered in the sheer excess of cum that comes from both of their primarchs.

It's honestly ridiculous. How can they make so much? You would spit on the Emperor's name for this overlooked defect alone.

"No. I can do it myself."

You wipe your eyes with the palms of your hands, trying to keep it from slipping into your eyes. It works, but the smear feels disgusting.

You're going to need to take more than one bath. If not for cleaning, for getting rid of the smell. The primarchs have such keen noses, Russ has commented on your smell before and you would rather not have him blurt out that you smell as if they've been using you as their personal cum dump.

...Because while it may be true, you would rather not let anyone besides your primarchs know of it.

"I need to go to bed right after. It's going to take me at least an hour to get ready enough to attend dinner with you."

Alpharius smiles. He's pleased, the last sort of event you had to attend with one of them it was Omegon playing the frontward facing role, and so he's eager to see you back in one of the many beautiful dresses they have given you.

They always match their armor perfectly; Not too grandiose, but elegant and appropriate for his, their, lady.

You slowly try to stand up, wincing from the way your knees crack and ache in pain. You've been like this for far too long; You don't know the exact time, and part of you doesn't want to know.

It tires you out, to satisfy them both. But you know that they treat you damn well when it's your turn, and so you do it all with no complaints.

[pallysuune]

Summary: The twins were identical in almost all ways. But in the bedroom is where you can always tell them apart. Pairing: Alpharius Omegon/fem reader

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, could make the argument for manipulation. Not yandere, but imprisonment, I guess? Primarchs being primarchs. Uh, twins' bedroom shenanigans and sharing a partner.

A/N: Don't judge me. XD

The twins were identical. Even more so than those of the Alpha Legion who had undergone surgery to change their faces and look more like their primarchs. It was said that they were one soul split into two bodies, and you could actually believe that. They even acted perfectly alike, seemingly without any practice or trying to. They could communicate with just a glance. They made themselves interchangeable.

The Alpha Legion in general did everything possible to obfuscate all information that they could.

Which made the fact that they took you on as a rememberancer more than a little strange. Yes, you knew the Emperor was encouraging all of his sons to take ones with them, but the ease with which Alpharius agreed should have raised alarms. Now, you knew that he had agreed so easily because he had no intention of ever letting you go.

He took you on, and he let you learn things no one else could ever know.

Which, if you were honest, kind of endeared him to you. He - and his twin - were both charming, and seemingly opened themselves up to you and you alone. Perhaps they had some plan in telling you, or perhaps they simply wanted someone to know the truth of things, even if it could never be public. You doubted you'd ever know the truth. All the same, you found yourself drawn in by them and, before you knew it, you were far more than just a rememberancer to them.

You had heard from their own lips their histories, their upbringings, and it was knowing these that helped you come to recognize them better.

You see, Omegon had told you that he had grown up on an uninhabited planet and only encountered other people when he was already an adult, where as Alpharius grew up around, but unseen by, the courts on Terra. Why was this important? Because Omegon fucked you like a beast.

You were pressed face down into the massive bed, your forearms bracing you just enough to keep your face from being smothered by the sheets. His hands circled your waist, holding your hips angled perfectly for him to pound into you, filling you to the limit again and again. He was hunched over you, his huge frame shadowing you, the heat from his body almost suffocating in a way that made your head spin. He was intoxicating. Omegon peppered nips over your shoulders, teeth dragging over your skin. He bit down a little harder on the back of your neck, giving a nearly inaudible groan against your skin.

It was hard to think of anything other than him. Everything was heat and sweat and that pleasure-pain of being so very, very full.

He pulled out of you with a suddenness that left your head spinning. A soft gasp tore from your lips. A second later, the searing heat of his release painted your back in thick ropes of cum. He groaned again, deeply. Deep enough you thought you could feel it in your bones, but that may have been your imagination.

One thing that wasn't your imagination, though, was the throbbing need that still pulsed through you. You were so close to cumming, and he had so cruelly pulled away.

There was a soft chuckle from the side, and you felt the bed move at your side before there were hands on you once more. A cloth was dragged halfheartedly over your back to clean you up before those hands settled at your waist, drawing you up. "I keep telling you to be more considerate of her," Alpharius admonished, tutting. His voice was laced with amusement.

It was a game for them. Leaning into Omegon's desires and turning it into a play with their bed as the stage. You knew that, but there was still something about it that you enjoyed.

You were lifted up into Alpharius' lap, your legs stretched on either side of his, his hard cock sliding against your wet sex. But he didn't push into you. Instead, he curled an arm around your waist to hold you there while his other hand slid down, fingers tracing your slit lightly. Dazed, you lean back against him, your head tipped back against his shoulder. Omegon sat in front of the two of you, naked and smirking, very clearly enjoying the sight before him.

"And how would you be considerate, then?" he asked, his voice deep and husky still, with a little more of a growl to it than normal.

A thick, slick finger brushed oh-so-softly over your clit. Even that light of a touch pulled a gasp roughly from your lips and caused your hips to buck, grinding unintentionally against the hard cock still resting against your sex. Alpharius chuckled again.

"Watch closely and I'll show you."

You realized you were in for a long night.

[anoliverbranch]

It's been a little slow lately...Zzzヘ(_ _ヘ)

I don't know why I cant reply ur comments sorry

[monalisahyperdrive]

Primarch names from least moanable to the most moanable - entirely subjective.

Factors taken into account:

Name length

How easy it is to say

General vibes ('imagine having sex with a guy and having to moan gilbert')

I wrote this instead of sleeping. I don't know either. This is getting posted and I will probably never address it again if I don't delete it during my break tomorrow. I should not be given internet access past 11pm.

Perturabo

It pained me to put him all the way down (up?) here at the least moanable as I fear he may actually be one of my favourites, however... I am not delusional enough to ignore that not only is this a pretty long name, a good amount of people struggle not only to say it but to even spell it. Not at all dyslexia friendly. I would give it a good go but I feel like in order to enjoy yourself you kind of have to accept you will be calling him 'Perty' or 'Bo' or whatever you prefer.

Sanguinius

Sanguinius fans please spare me but this is a long ass name at 3? 4? syllables. I don't even know what you could call him for short instead. However, I don't doubt that it's entirely possible, I just think it would take a while to stop stuttering through.

Mortarion

Another long name. Are you sensing a pattern yet? I am. More moanable due to having less vowels than Sanguinius and less harsher (?) consonants like in Perturabo. Pretty middle of the road, easy to pronounce, could probably be easier if you just start calling him 'Morty' instead.

Alpharius / Omegon

Alpharius is again another longer name that I feel like I would trip over for a good couple weeks. I am NOT shorting it to Alpha. I must maintain my dignity, whatever crumbs of it remain. Omegon is an easier name - likely due to it having less syllables (3 rather than 4). However, I feel like the only way to shorten it would be 'Meg' and that would make me laugh and I would get distracted. Remember how I said this is subjective? This is why.

Jaghatai

3 syllables, easy enough to say, not a lot of vowels or harsher consonants to trip over. Incredibly doable, and I'm sure many have tried it. Hell, I'd certainly take a good stab at it.

Angron

Harsh G right in the middle, otherwise no complaints really. 2 syllables. Straight forward. You could certainly give it a good go.

Rogal

2 syllables - easy right? Wrong. Evil G right there in the middle again. Probably would have been higher (lower?) on the list if it was softened with maybe an H right after. Alas, it is not so.

Corvus

2 incredibly easy syllables. The V is a little evil (harsh) but with a relatively short name and a soft starting consonant I'm sure it's manageable. Best bird boy. Not much else to say.

Fulgrim

Although apparently a good chunk of people have given it a go - or at least his wives have - we're back to the G dilemma. Personally I'd suggest calling him 'Fulgie' - like Fergie but worse.

Konrad

Quite possibly the most normal name on the whole list. Konrad. Everyone can say Konrad. An easy two syllables with the harshest letter right at the start. Easy peasy.

Roboute

I actually don't know if this is 2 syllables or 3. I even went and looked on Reddit. Some people are saying Ro-Bou-Te, I've been reading it Ro-Boot. Either way these are easy, with the harshest sound being the T of all things. Either way I don't think moaning for poor long suffering Robert is too tricky.

Vulkan

Deceptively soft V and K. What a pleasant surprise. Anyone could moan this easily, and he'd probably be delighted.

Lion

Objectively this is incredibly easy, which is why it made it so high (low?) on the scale. However, I would argue moaning 'Lion' in full sincerity is somewhat hilarious. That sure is the name of an incredibly powerful (and unfortunately incredibly sexy) man.

Magnus

Easy to moan. Probably wouldn't mind if you gave it a go. Again, one of the easier names. I'm sure he'd be happy to tutor you on the subject.

Lorgar

Flows nicely, 2 short syllables, incredibly straight forward. Started mentally calling him 'Lorgie', never recovered.

Ferrus

Incredibly straight forward name. Ferrus, pronounced the same as Ferrous, like the iron tablets. Something something you should do it, it's medicinal.

Leman

Not at the top due to the time it took to decide whether it was Lee-man or Le-man (like lemon). Personal gripe, but if you've gotten this far down without understanding that I don't know what to tell you. Quick, easy, sure why not.

Horus

As much as I wish to be deeply spiteful and shove him somewhere unremarkable in the middle, I just can't do it. This is an easy name. Don't worry, if you struggle at all I'm sure he'd be willing to let you keep trying until you figure it out. Bastard.

[slaaneshisass]

I wonder what weird / incredible dangerous parenting thing the emperor did to get him banned from babysitting like what would be his "oh I just put the baby down for a nap face down in a crib with blankets and pillows" or "what do you mean I can't give him wisky to help the baby while they're teething" the guy was born in the stone age they probably had some wild child care rules

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

The thirst to subjugate (Part 1)

Summary: You have a remarkable ability to notice details. This is what fascinated Corvus. And what intrigued Alpharius and Omegon.

Corvus Corax/fem!Reader, Alpharius and Omegon/fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere, possessive behavior, manipulation, power imbalance

Word count: 1238

Song: Hatari, CYBER - Hlauptu

The translation of the song is just... One yandere is scary as hell. But two yeanderes is death

You smiled at him. Soft and gentle, as if he were not a primarch. He did not fight with xenos and other creatures, subordinating systems to the Imperium. No, you saw an ordinary person in Corvus when you asked if he needed anything else besides dinner. The serfs on board were quiet and could not take such liberties around the primarch.

"No. Why do you ask?"

Your eyes widen in surprise and your lips purse into a thin line. There is a distinct blush on the cheeks. You were so easy to embarrass. Gathering your strength, you answer quietly and shyly.

“You just looked so sad. I thought you might have had a rough day.”

He really had a rough day. Working together with the Alpha Legion was productive and yet exhausting. But Corvus always looked melancholy and many could not grasp his true state. But you did it.

It was refreshing. Corvus couldn't remember the last time he wasn't looked at with adoration, fear or respect. When they looked at him not as an all-powerful primarch, but as a man who also needed rest.

He had friends on Lycaeus , but they all saw him as a savior. His sons, the family he dreamed of, still saw him as a commander. Only dear Nasturi and Gerit were different. And now you too. Corvus longed to find a family, to feel love even despite the knowledge that he was a product of the Warp. He just couldn't let you go.

At first it all started innocently. You brought food to his chambers and you talked a lot about a variety of things. Surprisingly, you didn’t touch much on the topic of the Crusade. You avoid it. One time he asked you why and you said that you don't like war. Such a kind soul.

You told him stories about your friends and family. At first you were a little embarrassed by such attention to yourself, but you soon relaxed. To such an extent that one day the story about how your brother was scared of a rat made you choke on your tea. And it started flowing out of your nostrils.

Corvus was captivated by this sight. Absolutely normal and natural. This is how you should behave around your family, isn’t it? Does this mean that he is now part of your family? He would really like this.

Your work schedule and responsibilities have changed significantly. Now you spent almost all your time alone with Corvus. He taught you to read and now you started talking about books. The Primarch was a monster, he knew it. But he strove for the light.

That's why he didn't take you. Didn’t subjugate you all to himself. You still saw your family and friends quite often. And yet, how Corax missed you in these moments. In the end, he realized that maybe you were something more to him. Is it possible that this...

Love.

The subjugation of the System was successful, but some military tactics were worth discussing. Therefore, a couple of times the primarch invited his brother on board. Surprisingly, the Raven Guard were famous for their stealth, but it seems that the Alpha Legion have surpassed them in this. There was something strange about them.

You were at all these meetings. Served documents and drinks. You fulfilled your duties without question. Despite the acute tension and feeling of fear that was gnawing at you. The first meeting went well, but he noticed a change in you during the second.

You looked at Alpharius strangely. Eyebrows were raised, lips frowned. You watched his every move. The worst part is that Alpharius noticed this and smiled. Not as if he was enjoying your fear or trying to calm you down, no. The primarch smiled intriguingly and interestedly.

“Who is this young lady?” - Alpharius traced his lips with his finger until he left it on his chin. Corvus wanted to break it.

“My personal serf” - your name softly and sonorously flies from his lips. - “She won’t bother you, let’s get down to business.”

“As you say, brother” - their family ties sound like a mockery. Although the primarch of the Alpha Legion had always been like this. - "As you say."

As soon as the meeting ended, Corvus immediately came over and hugged you. Buried his nose in your shoulder and sighed your wonderful smell. Gently stroking your hair. He will protect you, he will take care of you. You are his family, his ray of hope, you are the best thing he ever had.

He asks what happened. Why were you so afraid of the primarch. You, surprised by his pressure and thoughtfully look at the floor. In doubt, you look at your feet and fidget with your toes. As if you yourself didn’t know why you were so nervous. Finally you look up at him.

“It seemed that he behaved differently.”

"Differently? What do you mean?"

“I-I don’t know.” - you sigh and Corvus can imagine the gears working in your head. - “It seemed like your brother spoke and behaved as usual. But for some reason, it seemed to me that he, t-that he... was a different person. It’s as if his twin brother had taken his place.”

Corvus feels a smile form on his face. What a funny girl you are. True, sometimes you behaved so normally and ordinarily. And yet you could surprise him. His hand gently strokes your cheek. You lean on his arm and Corax holds back a sigh.

His fingers trace your jawline and he lifts your face. Maybe this was the perfect moment to kiss you. Feel the taste of your lips. Link your souls together. Absorb. But he didn't.

“You have nothing to fear, I only have one brother, Alpharius. And he alone is more than enough for me; fortunately, he doesn’t have a clone.” - You giggle and yet Corvus knows that you don’t fully believe him. - "Everything will be fine. You will be safe with me.”

But his confidence gradually faded every day. The Primarch of the Alpha Legion liked you. He constantly mentioned you and tried to talk to you. And one day it actually happened. Right behind Corvus. He thought Alpharius had left the ship. But somehow he managed to catch you on your way back to the parents.

You trembled in Corvus's arms but didn't cry. Alpharius frightened you with his appearance and offered to join his Legion. Corax holds back from pure rage. But while you are in his arms, he should be gentle. Must be a support. Protection. Savior.

The primarch should organize a guard for you. No, that's not enough. You will be noticeable. An easy target. Then he will hide you. As crows hide jewels in their nests, so he will do to you. He will make you the most comfortable nest next to him. You won't need anything. And he will coo over you for an eternity.

You snuggle into the warmth and try to calm down. Gradually lulled by Corvus, you feel your eyes begin to close. A little more and you will fall into pleasant blackness. Away from this world with its cruelty and secrets. And yet, even on the verge of sleep, the mocking voice of “Alpharius” is heard in your head. You should have told Corvus everything, but you knew, you knew they would find out.

“You see us, and we see you.”

[wxnheart]

𝙰𝚙𝚎𝚡 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 - 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝟏/𝟑)

He is radiant, exuding charisma, a beatific smile adorning his face. He serves faithfully, every world made a means to an end. For the glory of mankind. Just as he serves faithfully, so, too, do you, cheerfully beholden to His ethereal visage. You never see his smile lessen as time goes by, as he fails to capture your ador. You never see the cracks in his smile until it's too late and by then it speaks of death and destruction. He beckons you near for you would bear witness to His salvation.

Horus Lupercal

An enigma adorned with a sword and shield. That is his nature, culling the weak and the unwanted and eliminating foes. Underneath lurks a beast, waiting for its next target, waiting to strike again. Waiting to lay claim. You'd heard tales of the beast in the wilderness but when you laid eyes upon him, a monster made a man, cloaked in knightly splendor, did the stories ring true. It was a gaze that spoke words he never did, a gaze you tried to avoid to no avail. Hunting. Yes... he was hunting, adorned with a sword and shield. The beast in the wilderness, the monster made man, had found its next target and it was you.

Lion El'Jonson

He finds his muse amidst swirls of purple and reds. He finds his muse, perfection embodied, and he's never felt so complete before. Finally, someone who sees his pursuits for what they truly are. He goes to claim you, his beautiful muse, the one who will continue to inspire him and push his sons to achieve excellence and beyond. He comes to claim you... and you escape his grasp without remorse. Never has he felt so slighted before. How dare you.

Fulgrim

A light shining in the putrid darkness. That's how he sees you. Purity wading through a sea of filth. Pathetic. The night bears witness to his atrocity and the monster lurks closer with every kill. Every kill that is done in your name. He does not understand this pull towards you; he does not seek to understand it. All he knows (and sees) is untaintedness and he would rather the people burn than to see you corrupted. He looks down upon you from the smog, your guardian daemon, and in time, when the filth has been purged, will he make his presence known. In time, you will no longer fear the terror of death.

Konrad Curze

They all close ranks, surrounding you, never letting you get far. Nary a movement goes unnoticed, and you look into the abyss to find hundreds of eyes looking back. It is stifling this prison. Every man is made an enemy; you never know who is who. Are they free still or are they made in the image of their father, the master of subterfuge? Are their gazes theirs or his? It stifles you, this prison. Their eyes scare you. You stare in the mirror with fear and wonder if it's him you're seeing staring back.

Alpharius Omegon

Degradation is all he knows and all he sees. It was all that he was taught as the stench of filth filled his nostrils and clouded his vision. His breath labors on the precipice of death and rebirth and its rattle shakes you to your core. You held no love for the monster's beliefs, held no love for those who profess to follow him but he was undeterred as always. He would never submit so why did you? In time, he reasons, you will see the error of your ways. To become beholden to that rot—pathetic! In time you will see the degradation and uselessness of it all. The rattle of death will seek you out and refusal be damned, he will make you see as he does. You will reap what he has sown.

Mortarion

[solspina]

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[shiyorin]

The love of the Primarchs for their lover (Part 5)

For my boi Alphagon Omerius :v

Alpharius Omegon

His love is like the very definition of a spy: cunning, deceptive, and ever-present. Like a spy, he does what's necessary to keep his lover by his side. He loves like a spy... and he is one. His love for his lover is ever-present and ever-deceptive, but also ever-cunning. It is a love that can never be detected because it is always masked by deception.

His love is like a shadow: quiet, silent, and ever-lurking.

There is no great passion, but there is great depth. His is a love that is always there and that is always in the darkness. He loves like the shadows and he's always lurking. He has never made any attempt or even consideration of his lover, and yet, he has always known of them. He loves like the hidden shadows and his love is so powerful that it stretches across the realms of the warp.

His love is like a phantom. 

A phantom that haunts him but that he cannot touch. His love is a phantom that is present, and yet, unseen and unnoticed. He loves like the phantom, he loves like the spirit but he has always felt it. It exists within him, and it exists without him. His love has never, and will never cease, it is the only thing that truly matters.

His love is like a dream that cannot be dreamt. 

It is one that haunts him in the deepest places of his soul and one that he has tried so hard to forget. His is a love that never manifests itself into reality; it is one that only exists in his mind. He loves like the dreams that can never be dreamt. And yet, in his mind, his love exists. It exists in his dreams as it does in real-time, both a comforting and comforting feeling and a painful and destructive one and he dreams of it and of his lover every night.

His love is like a secret... 

A secret that he has never shared with anyone else. He loves like words whispered in a darkened room, words that remain unknown, words that only he can speak. The depth of his love is a mystery, one that is unknown even to himself. His love is a love that is unshared, but also never hidden. He loves like the darkened room, a love that is unknown and yet remains the most important thing in his life, a secret to be kept forever.

They love behind closed doors and, sometimes, under locked ones. He craves them presence, but their love is secret and, in many ways, forbidden. He loves with all the passion he has... but is it enough? Is their love enough to conquer the obstacles? He doesn't know but he has to try, if only because they are the only light in his life. And he has to protect them, to love them as much as he can, against all odds. Because they are his and he can never let them go.

[egrets-not-regrets]

That is so sweet!

Finally Content [40K FIC]

Cross posting this from AO3 cause, fuck it, I like writing cute shit, even if that cute shit is an unashamed reader insert with Omegon

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[ms--lobotomy]

Hello! You've asked for promts, I will give you some

What about something general? Like confessing, reaction to hugs, first kiss?

You can write one of these. I really prefer if it will be for every primarch,but if you can't it's ok.

Sorry for my english, it's not my native language. Good luck!

hi anon! your english is wonderful, even as a native speaker i struggle sometimes haha. i'll do your first kiss with each primarch! i hope you like it :D

LION EL'JONSON- You had to initiate this one. Not because he wasn't interested, but because he genuinely could not tell how interested you were. "Lean down, please." His breath was hot on your face, and his expression was scrunched into one of confusion. You were finally close, you couldn't afford to mess it up now. You wrapped your arms around his neck and met his lips with yours. It took a few seconds for him to reciprocate, but when he did, he pressed you against the ground and began to take control.

???- You kissed them so well they faded out of existence. Oops. Or rather, good job?

FULGRIM- You were in bed together, laying on the finest silks the Imperium could produce. You were idly chatting about something unimportant, and there was a lull in the conversation. His features weren't exactly hardened to begin with, but you could see his expression soften as he took your face in his hands. He just looked at you for a second, before pulling you in for a slow kiss. You could feel him slip into your mouth, only slightly, as you melted in his hands.

PERTURABO- He crankily tinkered with a small machine. You had no idea a man so large could operate tools so small, but he kept surprising you as long as you knew him. "Surely you deserve a break, my lord," you said. "If only so you don't get burnt out." In a moment of tolerance, he picked you up and set you upon his lap, straddling him. His expression didn't change. But he wordlessly leaned down and pulled your face up, and you were locked in a kiss in a short moment of peace.

JAGHATAI KHAN- Remote locations. Grassy planets. Motorbikes. You'd become quite accustomed to these since you began your relationship with the Fifth. You'd stopped to make camp for the night and watched the stars come out, one by one. He put his arm around you, staring up alongside you. You sat there in silence for a while, before you felt him tilt your chin towards him. And before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

LEMAN RUSS- You were arguing. It was over something dumb, something like whether a straw has one or two holes. To make matters worse, it was in front of so. Many. Of his sons. Who were throwing their opinions in left and right. Right after you made your point, he grabbed your shirt with one hand and lifted you close to him with the other. The kiss was immediate, his lips were rough on yours.

ROGAL DORN- He was working on schematics for... something, and you were idly sitting in his lap, watching as he calculated incomprehensible numbers with nothing but pen and paper. He sighed, and scribbled some of them out before turning you around to face him. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and the two of you sat like that for a second before he worked kisses up from your neck to your lips.

KONRAD CURZE- He's so emotionally stunted, he went in for it at the worst. Possible. Time. After he had erected an effigy at the foot of your bed made of... skin and bones, maybe. Tactfully, you asked him if it could reside somewhere else. And then he knelt down, folded you in his arms and went in for the kiss. It was rough and unpracticed, but at least (?) it was genuine.

SANGUINIUS- He was in flight, with you under his arm. You were high enough that you could fall to your death if he dropped you, but his grip was firm. His wings were spread out and his feathers fluttered in the air. You tilted your head up to get a glimpse of your beloved, and you could feel the two of you diving down as he gave you a short but sweet kiss on the lips. You grabbed onto him as the ground approached quicker than what was comfortable, but he steadied himself and you stayed in the air.

FERRUS MANUS- He was busy at work on his next weapon. It was still comparable to a metal rod. He was concentrating, and you wanted to rile him up. So you asked him silly questions. "When would it be ready?" "Why did it look so... rodlike?" He sighed and put down his equipment and the red-hot weapon, at a stopping spot. He said nothing, yet stared at you with annoyance and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. The kiss came as a surprise, and it was quick, and he got back to work after.

???- Never kissed anyone in their life, and never will.

ANGRON- Oh? You thought CURZE was emotionally stunted? Lol. LMAO. He was recounting his days in the arena to you as you held his hand. If words weren't enough to tell you how angry he really was, his eyes gave it away. You put a hand on his shoulder, something you had to contort yourself to do. He sighed and picked you up after finishing his sentence, gruffly mashing his face into yours. It wasn't much of a kiss, but you would learn together.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN- He called you into his office, with papers messily laying around his desk. You watched him pace around the room for a few seconds, his face a scarlet red, before he wordlessly grabbed your arm, cleared a space on his desk, and sat you upon it. You could see him tower over you, feel him tilt your chin up, and you knew that he was deliberating what to do for the final time before his lips slammed into yours.

MORTARION- It started with a hug. One that you had initiated, one that he had hardly expected. You could only wrap your arms around his waist at the highest. You looked up at him. You saw the beginnings of a glare on his face before his expression softened. He knelt down to your level and sighed, contemplating... something. He closed his eyes, his face coming ever so slightly closer to yours. You decided to seal the deal.

MAGNUS THE RED- It was on a private library date. You were looking at him, wondering if you should go in for it, while he was reading an unrelated book. He kept looking back up at you, though. Smirking at you. Toying with you. Your gazes met, and his smirk became a full on grin before he stood up suddenly. He scooped you up in his arms, brushing his lips across yours before he finally went in for it.

HORUS LUPERCAL- You were idly looking out into the stars, lost in thought. Before too much time had passed, though, you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see Horus, who knelt down to your level. You thought that he was busy, but he must not have been. He lingered there for a moment, taking you in before an "I love you" escaped his lips. He grabbed your waist and pulled you in, pushing a slow kiss onto your lips.

LORGAR AURELIAN- The Urizen spoke of powers above him with religious fervor. Even in the privacy of your quarters, the words bled from him incessantly. The problem was, you were in bed with him and you were trying to sleep. He held you in front of him, and you turned to face him mid-sentence. And before that sentence ended, your lips were on his. He was stunned for a few seconds, but he returned the kiss.

VULKAN- The stove was a little high for you, but you'd decided to cook a nice meal for your lover regardless. You wanted to keep it a surprise, but his large figure appeared in the doorway before you could finish. You gasped, trying in vain to hide the act from him, but he laughed and knelt to your level anyways. His breath was warm on your face, and his kiss was even warmer.

CORVUS CORAX- You'd come to expect him out of the strangest places. His presence was comforting, even when you were unprepared for it. And unprepared you were, as he stepped out of the shadows while you were getting ready for the day. He looked you up and down for a few seconds, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

ALPHARIUS OMEGON- You weren't sure whether this was Alpharius or Omegon, but you knew that he was one of the two because he was slightly taller than the average space marine. It became a game you played with yourself. While he was talking with you, you tried to discern which brother you were talking to. You were right... half of the time. While you were staring and thinking, he planted a quick kiss on your lips. You were too stunned to make a guess.

[angronsjewelbeetle]

🌻Masterlist🌻

Primarchs and Flowers pt I pt II

Cuddling with the Primarchs

First Kisses with the Primarchs pt I pt II pt III

First Kisses MORTARION EXCLUSIVE

Primarchs and their Favourite Places to Kiss

How they Smell

Angron, Dorn and Guilliman on Vacation

Primarchs as Shrek Characters

Primarchs Comforting You after a Bad Dream

Primarchs Comforting You after a Flashback

 🪺 (Nesting, ft. Fulgrim, Magnus, Sanguinius and Corvus)

Primarchs Rock!

The Post-Nails AU is open to anyone who has anything they wanna contribute to it and can be found under the tag #post nails au

Post-Nails Cuddles

A Visit to the Beach!

Post-Nails Headcanons Pt I and Pt II

Post-Nails post-op Angron art here: I II III IV V VI

The Modern/Human AU is just a little AU of mine and can be found under the tag #m/h au

Art here, here and here

💍Event! | CLOSED

Transmarinus | Rogal Dorn x GN! Selkie!Reader, Pt I

pt I of the kisses series includes Lion, Konrad, Perturabo, Rogal, Khan, Leman and Fulgrim

pt II includes Sanguinius, Angron, Ferrus and Corvus

pt III includes Magnus, Alpharius/Omegon and Guilliman

[egrets-not-regrets]

Oh I bet Omegon will reconsider. 🫦

Hi! I would like to request a continuation of the alpharius (omegon) party fic, if it hasn't been requested already ofc ofc. I'd love to see them make good on their "promises". Thank you!!!

Part 1

Author's note: :3

Relationships: AlphariusOmegon/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Alpharius/reader/Omegon sandwich, Light degradation, Double penetration, Anal, Dubcon

The party has proven more entertaining than you thought it would be, much to your surprise.

High ranking officers and all other sorts of a high stature pack around primarchs and a scattered few space marines, most of which of the latter are making themselves scarce- aloof in various corners. They aren't the most talkative lot; Other than perhaps the occasional Space Wolf. A few are sitting however- like the Imperial Fist across from you.

While you have no idea his name and you'll very likely never see this man again, the way he is tearing into the food in front of him will forever sear itself into the deepest parts of your mind. He tears into the meat and veg like an hellacious, wild animal; Shoving it into his mouth like it's little more than out of the pouch nutrient paste. Sauce and meat and blood collects in the corners of his mouth, before he gives you a glance like you're the odd one at this banquet table.

It is... A sight.

To watch men far smarter and stronger than any of which you could hope to be chew through meat- and what you presume was just bone judging by that crunch and the way his jaw flexed- like this is the last meal he'll ever have the luxury of shoving down his scientifically designed astartes pre-stomach.

"Are you at least paying attention?"

You turn away from the mess of a man across from you, who has been locking eyes with you for a good minute now, and look up at Alpharius; He watches you with both an expectant and amused expression. You compose yourself and abandon the shock and awe, nodding to him as you adjust the way your dress lays on your thighs.

“I am.”

He smiles, effortless and composed.

“Good girl. I trust that you are.”

It’s been a long evening; Far too much talking for your liking, far too much pretending. Alpharius thrives in it- you struggle to keep up with the web of lies they've tangled around each and every primarch that you have to navigate like a bug desperately trying not to get stuck. Alpharius at times lets it slip that he believes Omegon isn't as good with these extremely front facing plays, and that is why whenever there is galas and parties and dances, you're always with Alpharius.

'I will take her.'

Alpharius is blunt, gesturing for you to come closer. You watched as Omegon curls his lip.

'You don't trust me with as simple of a task as bringing her to get her dress fitted?'

Alpharius stares down his other half and you watch caught in the middle of both of them; And in that moment you realized perhaps they aren't as good at sharing as you'd originally thought.

'You know well that all this talking is more my thing. You stay and keep our men in order.'

Omegon stared at his brother, words unsaid, before giving in for the time being and letting go of your shoulder.

When the party begins to wind down into it's conclusion, you return to The Alpha with haste once Alpharius bids his fellow primarchs goodbye and slips away into the cold and windy evening.

The short flight back to The Alpha which sat moored in Terra's atmosphere was quiet, but the entire time you could feel Alpharius' eyes on you. Whenever you looked up at him however, questioning, he gave nothing but the smallest smile.

Alpharius had liked this dress on you, he'd said; The sleeves draped over your wrists, shining almost like the scales of their armor. The skirt fell to the floor in a small pool, and only a small slit up the side revealed a bit of skin. It was one of your favorite dresses now; Delicate while matching their armor with a formal coldness.

He preferred it on the floor, however.

Tossed aside with the rest of your clothes like little more than garbage as your writhe in his lap, teasing your body as his fingers curled inside of you.

One hand taps on your bottom lip, playing with it until he pushes your chin to make your jaw go slack, and he presses his thumb against your tongue.

“You always play your part so perfectly. You are just my dumb little beloved, aren’t you?”

Alpharius smirks at your expression as your eyes dart across his face, mouth muffled by his fingers as you try to speak up in defense of yourself.

“Don't worry; I only tease,”

You hear the door open behind you, and Omegon comes in. Any attempt to move or hide the embarrassingly open position Alpharius has you in is rendered moot before it even begins. He does at least have the decency to remove his fingers from your mouth so you no longer gape stupidly like a whorish fish, however.

“Ahh, brother. You got my vox. Come join us, she's ready.”

Omegon needs no convincing and quickly comes to join you, slipping behind you to put his face into your neck. You feel the fabric of his clothing against your skin as the rough touch of his lips trails along the vein of your neck.

“Did you enjoy yourself down there?”

He says, and you can already hear the rustling as he moves to free himself from his trousers. His cock hits the small of your back- heavy and hot. It only takes him rubbing it against you a few times feeling the way his precum slicks against your skin before he already getting hard. He raises a hand to your mouth, two fingers, and roughly presses them against your lips.

“Suck.”

You have no choice but to allow them in, covering his digits in your spittle before he removes them with a wet pop.

Alpharius meanwhile can feel your palms against his chest as your cunt leaks all over his hand, clenching around his fingers as they push into that soft, sweet spot at the front of your walls.

"It went well enough."

Omegon's hands drift downward, and Alpharius notes how much tighter you get around his fingers the moment Omegon slips his fingers past the tight ring of your ass. You keen in this adorable way, gasping as he pushes past your clenching muscles.

Always his preferred; He rarely complains about not being the one in the wet heat of your puffy cunt. An amusing happenstance.

"And you?"

You swallow a knot in your throat and nod jerkily, whimpering as both of them ruthlessly tease you open wider for them. Alpharius can tell from the way you’re whining and clenching around him that you're about to cum again, pursing your lips tight. Your clit is throbbing, and there’s an ache in your stomach that feels about to explode.

"It, It was a b-bit boring, but,"

Your sentence trails off in a shiver as you finally cum and choke on your words, a noise that Alpharius almost laughs at. Your thighs shake however, feeling him scissor his fingers inside of you even as you spasm through the aftershocks and coat his palm in your sticky release.

Nearly limp and already struggling to hold yourself up right in defense of the both of them, Alpharius decides to pick you up by the hips and ignore the way you gasp and hold on to him as the safely of the bed is left behind.

It also makes it possible for both of them to fuck you; As given your drastic difference in height, you on your knees is still not high enough for their hips to meet at your own.

Your knees hook over his arms- leaving your body dangling between the two primarchs. The lack of control makes your heart race faster, the instinctive fear of falling, but his hold on you is nothing short of suffocating as you hang pressed firmly between them exactly where they want you. You have no say in it- like you're little more than a warm toy for them to use.

Omegon goes first; Sliding his cock along your folds and feeling his shaft get coated in your juices before notching it against your ass. He slowly pushes in and listens to you whine, gasping as your hands desperately reach for something to hold on to as his cockhead pops past your tight entrance. You settle on trying to grip Omegon's arms, squeaking as he reaches almost halfway inside of you and his cock starts burying its way deeper. When he’s halfway it feels like too much, it always does, and you whimper pleading for mercy you know he won’t give.

"O-Omegon, p-please,"

Your throat catches on your words as he's almost bottomed out inside of you, the fat base of his cock pushing your to your absolute limit. Your grimace, feeling him heavy in your gut. You feel his balls press against your ass and you know he’s full buried to the hilt, your body shivering as your body tries to clench around the intrusion.

You barely have time to breathe- not that you have much room to do so in the small space between them- as Alpharius slides his cockhead through your folds before prodding your entrance, watching you whimper before he pushes and easily slips inside your dripping hole. The moment his cock starts stretching you even wider than his fingers did you squeal, and Alpharius delights at being the one to be able to see as your eyes widen and threaten to roll back in your head.

There's barely any room in your pelvis as he pushes deeper, feeling how much tighter your cunt is with Omegon already buried in you. You thrash, hips twitching as he pushes and pushes and pushes deeper until the tip of his cock snugly fits in the tight space just against your cervix. You tighten around him, feeling the stretch of your muscles struggling to try and accommodate.

Omegon eagerly follows your writhing movements, the slight bit of friction making his cock twitch inside of you as his hips instinctually want to thrust into you.

With both of them fully sheathed inside of you words are lost on you, panting incoherently as your nails dig into Omegon's skin and you haplessly pant and your hips roll with no particular goal.

You can't tell if you want to beg them to stop, or if you want them to push deeper.

It’s just too fucking much.

"Too full?"

Alpharius jokes, listening to you hiccup as tears threaten to break your waterline.

The twins don't normally do this often; They rarely are in the same place for long, and sometimes, one of them just wants you all to himself. Omegon in particular has less time with you, and often wants to have you all to himself.

Those times are when he's particularly beast-like.

Alpharius also likes to joke that this is only a reward. That if they always give you this much cock, you'll get greedy.

Your head lolls back against Omegon's chest, jaw slack and bottom lip loosely caught between your teeth as your face overheats like the burning fire of a kiln. Your eyes are glassy and unfocused, waterline filled with tears, moaning only their names incoherently. Alpharius controls the pace they fuck you by lowering you up and down on their cocks, and the pace he chooses is brutal. Your head lolls back and forth, chest bouncing, whimpering incoherently. You hear the salacious sounds of skin slapping skin and the wet sloshing of your soaked cunt, Alpharius whispering the filthiest of things while Omegon grunts and ruts into your ass like an animal.

You don’t know if you’ll ever be able to function normally after them- each time you feel like they’ve rearranged your innards to never work quite the same again.

“It seems even you aren’t meant to handle two Primarchs,”

Alpharius teases, as your lower legs bounce limply- hanging over his forearms as he fucks you. Omegon huffs hot air against your neck, leaning forward to nip at your ear and listen to the way you whine so weakly.

“Most can’t handle one.”

Alpharius hums, taking Omegon’s words into account as he slides you up and down their cocks. Your clit throbs painfully and each pulse as you tightening around them, and each time Alpharius drops you down on his cock you feel his cockhead knock against the softness right before your cervix.

“A-Alphar-Al-pharius,”

You slur his name almost drunk, stomach churning and tightening like a knot of ropes in your gut. You feel so full- too full, every time it’s like they’ve pushed you past some limit somewhere inside of you and broke you just that little bit more.

Alpharius drops you down on his cock hard and you squeal as Omegon pushes upward digging even deeper somehow, feeling your every muscle tense around him even after your ass has been bullied enough into giving up and allowing his intrusion.

“O-Omegon!”

He groans at the sound of you saying his name, his hands on your chest brushing over your skin.

You feel him cum, the raw heat of it fills your gut with an overwhelming, swollen feeling. The pressure of it finally causes you to cum again, weakly crying out and leaning back against him. Your hips squirm as much as they can in Alpharius’ firm grip, and you feel the swollen heaviness as Omegon’s cock keeps all of it inside of you. You swear you can feel each pulse and twitch as he lets out yet another string of cum into you.

Alpharius shifts a bit to continue driving his cock into you while holding you still as Omegon settles in his afterglow, thrusting his cock deeper into you. He feels the spasms of your walls as you shake, sobbing in an overwhelming amount of nearly painful sensation as Alpharius fucks you through it all.

“You really are the perfect little thing,”

He grunts out breathlessly, clearly close. You feel his balls hit your ass over and over and over and you manage to focus your eyes enough to see the light flush that has overtaken his face.

“I… I’m glad you decided to keep you.”

Alpharius finishes moments later, and you feel the heat pulsing through you as he fills your cunt. You’re so tight around his cock you can feel each pulse, listening to him groan as he fills you to the brim.

Filled with cum to an absolutely egregious degree, only once they pull their cocks from you do fat beads of cum slip out and drip down your thighs in a disgustingly erotic display. It stains the blankets below, though the thought of that isn't even close to crossing your mind.

Honestly, not much is crossing your mind at all, other than the ache in your body and the way you hang limp in Alpharius’ arms, ass and pussy both bullied open and leaking a mixture of cum, spit and your own juices. Your legs are still hooked over his forearms and dangling useless, exposed for either of them to observe their work as your cunt and ass look puffy, sore, and well used.

“You should really reconsider what I said awhile ago,” Alpharius speaks to Omegon as if he isn’t holding what once was a human but now serves as a cum stuffed fuck toy in his arms. Omegon grunts in response.

“We don’t have the time for lavish things like that-“

Alpharius rolls his eyes, watching as your head leans against Omegon’s collarbone, and each noise you let out is hoarse and sore.

“You’ll reconsider.”

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

The thirst to subjugate (Part 3)

Summary: In the midst of the battle, the Alpha Legion finally takes you for themselves and subjugates yo u whole.

Corvus Corax/fem!Reader, Alpharius and Omegon/fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, drugs, manipulation, dubcon

Word count: 2204

Song: Hatari, CYBER - Hlauptu

@kit-williams, @moodymisty, okay in the last days everyone remembered about Alpha Legion so... I hope we will talk about them more

Corvus was so afraid of losing you. Lose sight. He kept you in the shadows, hidden from prying eyes. But at the same time, closer to yourself. And this was quite dangerous with Horus' betrayal. Escessaily because Corax was supposed to come to Isstvan V to punish the primarch.

“I never loved him. Ever since the day he put my Legion in danger. He didn’t have the charisma to deceive me.” - the man gently puts his head on yours and kisses your hair. - “We are the majority. Soon my brothers will pay for their betrayal.”

He told you about this with dark fury and a touch of melancholy. His massive body lay on your bed, his arm wrapped around your waist like a wing. You involuntarily pressed yourself against him, grabbing his clothes. Afraid that he will leave. That he will leave you.

And instead of the primarch whom you loved, to whom you opened your heart... he will be replaced again by that same monster. Which will devour your flesh, break your bones and consume your soul. Touch, comfort and breathe into your ear, breathe, breathe.

“The Alpha Legion will be with us.” - the man almost whispers and you hide under his armpit. You still remember the primarchs of the primarch because of whose attention you ended up here. In a cage. - “Don't worry, you're safe here. They won't find you."

"Found."

Human. Man. In this room. Not Corvus. Someone else. How many years has the Primarch of the Raven Guard kept you captive with him? Probably for a very long time because your reaction to a stranger was, to put it mildly, inadequate.

You are sitting in bed, covered with a blanket from head to toe. It's like you're in a cocoon or like a child hiding from a monster. You can’t squeeze out a sound, opening your mouth like a fish. Did you want to call Corvus to save you? Or did you want to ask Alpharius to take you?

You don't see his face. He's wearing a helmet. But it's him. The man takes a step towards you, encouraging you to press deeper into the blanket. You whine, hiccup, choking on tears. You will be offended. They will take it, tear it to pieces and make it their own. So it was with Corvus, so it will be with the primarch of the Alpha Legion.

“Ooh, little one, aren’t you glad to see me?” - the man mockingly strokes your back. - “It seems our brother doesn’t know how to treat nice ladies at all. It’s fine, we’ll be gentle with you~”

You only squeeze harder when they lift you up. "We". Surely. You're not crazy, it didn't seem like it to you. There were two of them. You told Corvus about this, you warned him. But those who sit in the shadows cannot know all the secrets. He cannot fully see and realize what is difficult to understand, but what is in sight. But you can.

And you pay for it.

***

Hydra is different. You don't like it here. Everything unfamiliar and frightening, other people, other Space Marines. Crowds, crowds of people scurried around while you were carried along the board. Noisy. Too loud. You're already unaccustomed to this. Previously favorite sounds now are disgusting. And light. There is too much light here. It's almost blinding.

You wanted everyone to shut up, so that it would become a little darker. Nest. You wanted to return home, where everything is familiar. Where you will be safe in the arms of the monster. But that's why. That's why you didn't want to come back.

The primarch clearly noticed your condition. Therefore, before leaving you in your new chambers, he made sure that you would not hear any extraneous sounds. And there will be less light in the room so that you don’t squint in pain. The gesture was... nice. You were not forced to live in a new way, you were not thrown into a new place without preparing you. And he made sure that you were comfortable.

Corvus wanted to be so caring. But he didn't succeed.

You were treated like a savage. The food was brought out carefully. They were given a change of clothes and washing supplies. The serfs were clearly ordered to establish contact with you. Talk to you, touch you. So that you remember what it's like. To be a human among people. Have you really gone wild?

And you studied. Communicate again, touch again. But in small doses. You still didn't trust. You were in danger. This is not your home, your primarch is not around. And you feel this most acutely when two men came into your room one day. With the faces of primarch. Absolutely identical in everything. Facial features, facial expressions, gestures, height. Even the voice.

“Are you feeling better now little one? We were so worried.” “But you look more like the prior you we once saw. It’s already better.”

You back away from the clones, hiding in the far corner of the room. The darkest one you can hide in. You can dissolve. Almost like Corvus. Just let them leave you alone. Let them not mock. The “twins” sensed your fear and smiled. Eerily identical.

"Who is who?"

"What?" - You look from one to the other in confusion.

“The first time you met Alpharius. Then we didn’t pay attention to you.” - the one on the left spoke first, until the man on the right continued after him. - “For the second time you saw Omegon. Have you noticed that we are different? So tell us again~”

"Who is who?" - the men again ask the question in unison, flashing their white teeth. Taunting. Mocking. And at the same time, encouraging and inviting to play their perverted game. - “Who is Alpharius? Who is Omegon?

Your legs begin to shake and you sob quietly. You look at the faces, at the movements, at the identical, but so different natures. Short sighs turn into weeps, and then into sobs. Let them stop making fun of you. You don't see them. You can not see.

Hysteria takes over you and you start hitting yourself on the head. Feeling the gaze of the “twins” and something else on you. You scream at the top of your lungs, it seems like a little longer and you will never be able to speak.

"NOBODY! NOBODY!" - Tears and snot are flowing down your face, and in your attempts to wipe them away, you only smear them more. - “Alpharius is not here. There is no O-omegon. You are not them, I don't know you. No one, no one, no-.”

“She's amazing,” a deep voice echoes in your brain, keeping you rooted to the ground. What?

“She doesn’t even realize how much.” - you can imagine how the man’s lips break into a smile from what he sees.

You forget how to breathe. The uncontrollable hysteria suddenly stops, and the heart beats like a rabbit. You look in horror at the “primarchs” in front of you. They smile silently, looking somewhere behind you. To where the voices came from.

You didn’t have a single chance to do something, to somehow resist. One arm grabbed you from the back, pressing you to your broad chest. You didn’t even have time to breathe when you felt a sharp pain in the form of a needle in your neck. And a sweet bliss passes through the body.

The mouth fills with saliva, and either heat or sweet bliss passes through the body. Eyes were clouded with fog and tears. And you begin to feel even more strongly someone else’s hand squeezing your right breast like a toy. And you see a figure approaching you, a little larger than its copy. Alpharius smiles as if everything is fine and flicks you on the nose.

“Don't cry, honey. But this is necessary for you to enjoy it too.”

“But it won’t hurt you” - Omegon inhales the smell of your hair, pressing your supple body harder. - “And we want to be very, very gentle for our first time with you~”

You really wanted to be in the saving darkness. In a place where you can hide. But strangely enough this did not happen. You were in a fog, in a semi-conscious state. But at the same time clearly saw how they began to take off your clothes. They made you watch.

You won't even be given a chance to turn away.

***

It was unbearably hot. You felt disgusting and at the same time so good. For some time now, sweat has been dripping down your flesh. Your body was soft, terribly pliable and sickeningly sticky. Just like your brain turned to jelly after drugs.

There was no resistance despite all your desire, buried somewhere in the depths of your consciousness. The only thing you wanted was to survive. Because the primarch still couldn’t leave your cunt alone. Fingers slowly widened the entrance while the tongue licked and sucked the tender skin.

Maybe in the back of your mind you were screaming in horror and disgust. But you couldn't resist. And besides... it was amazing. Your thighs rest loosely on the man’s shoulders, sometimes squeezing around his head when he touches particularly tender spots. His light chuckles echo in your head.

As well as the cooing of his half-soul brother, nestled on the bed with you. The man caressed your hands, gently supporting you while you moaned loudly. Everything was blurry and yet you clearly saw his mischievous smile and growing arousal.

“Do you like it, honey?” - the voice from above bursts into laughter when it hears your uncontrollable, hypergasmic moan in response. - “I see you do. Do you see how caring and gentle we are?”

“We not only take, but also give~” - the voice from below sounds seductively promising until he begins to forcefully attack your sex. Something in you is shifting.

You scream as if you are being cut, fidgeting on the bed. Your strength returns a little and you scratch the primarch sitting above you. He giggles at the sight. How parents are touched by their children, and how they are cherished their pets.

Your legs fall onto the bed and you hear, feel how he adjusts. Adjusts near your hips. No, no. They brought you to the peak so much, but it’s still not enough for them. A little more and the unwanted pleasure will turn into pain.

“D-don’t”

“Little one, this is why we prepared you. Dealing with two primarchs is not an easy task.” - man's hands stroke your sides, squeeze your lower abdomen, enjoy the soft and pliable flesh. - “This will be even better, then you yourself will ask us about it.”

“Be a good girl and take us in.” - someone else's hands grab your breasts from above. You feel something sticky and musky running across your face, leaving marks on your forehead, nose and lips. - “You liked it, didn’t you?” No effort is needed, just relax, we will do everything ourselves.”

“But I’m tired, Alpharius,” you whine from powerlessness. The primarchs stopped abruptly and you froze along with them, but this time from fear. The men looked at you, surprised, you knew they were surprised.

And with desire which they began to splash out with renewed vigor, touching and biting every part of the body. Taking turns contorting themselves in awkward positions to kiss you on the lips with their tongue. Subjugating.

Oh, they weren't going to wait forever. They had enough courage and confidence to take you and not break you. And despite their secrets... they weren't going to hide this desire.

“Even in this state, you can see~” - Alpharius strokes your head, carefully wiping away your tears. - “I wonder what needs to be done to confuse you.”

“One day we will find out,” Omegon abruptly invades you and you groan from his cock. Your walls tighten and you hear the primarch himself let out a moan of satisfaction. Before you even had time to think, your mouth was immediately unceremoniously invaded. You are choking on saliva and a foreign object inside. - “Come on, honey, let it go. We see that you want this.”

Let it go.

Relax.

Submit.

The words flowed at you in a flood, echoing in your head. The sounds of flesh on flesh and moans filled the chambers. It seems at some point you finally opened up. It wasn't the substance coursing through your veins that made your body relax. But at your will. And it was wonderful.

How your walls clenched around the invading cock, how your throat managed to swallow more of the other. How someone else's hands and eyes caressed you. And not just the eyes of the primarchs. You knew you were being watched. They were ready to join if ordered. Not hiding in the shadows because they knew what you would see. They wanted it.

So that the secret is cracked open like a nut and its contents are taken out. And your tired consciousness allows them to reshape themselves in a different image. They will cherish you in their perverted understanding, without hiding your true essence. And you were more than happy with that.

[ms--lobotomy]

Maybe you celebrate Easter. Maybe you celebrate Trans Day of Visibility. Maybe you celebrate both, or neither. I am here to make those holidays infinitely worse or better, depending on how you look at this post. Special thanks to @squishyowl for giving me the parameters to calculate their (hard) schmeat sizes.

Without further adieu, Primarch cock descriptions. and also kind of how they fugg

LION EL'JONSON- 11 inches, 27 cm. Untrimmed and uncut. He shows a godly amount of restraint to you. Behind closed doors, he's much softer than he lets on. As far as girth goes, he's in the middle of the road... for a Primarch. He may not be the most experienced of his brothers, but he's going to do a thorough job anyways.

???- Dick fell off.

FULGRIM- 10 inches, 25 cm. Long and slender. You may expect a piercing, but he does not want to mar his natural appearance (at least before the Heresy.) Shaves religiously. He likes when his partner can't move, when they squirm underneath him, though he'll have a hard time admitting this.

PERTURABO- 7 inches, 18 cm. The smallest cock on the list, but he more than makes up for it while he is using it. He's got a bit of girth to him, but he can still fit in your mouth. Somewhat. His hands engulf your head as he pushes you down on him. Once he's out, tell him how good he feels.

JAGHATAI KHAN- 13 inches, 33 cm. The fastest one out of the Primarchs as far as each thrust goes. It curves up when erect, not unlike a scimitar. Veiny, but not strikingly so. Even though he's exceptionally fast, he likes being ridden. Especially on his bike.

LEMAN RUSS- 14 inches, 35 cm. He's uncut and hairy down there, he's never shaved his bush. He's also girthy. But what's most remarkable about him is his knot. This makes it hard for him not to breed his partners, where applicable. He'll hold you down and lock himself in on you, holding you down on him with his massive hands.

ROGAL DORN- 10 inches, 25 cm. He's circumcised and he keeps a clean shave. He's girthy, but not unbearably so. He enjoys tying up his partner and watching them melt as he goes down on them. Ever stoic, his expression rarely changes as he plows through you. Also a fan of doing it in his office.

KONRAD CURZE- 9 inches, 23 cm. Veiny, almost paper white, and uncut. He's not a gentle lover, especially considering his size. Usually there will be blood involved, and usually it is yours. He doesn't normally just use his cock; if he can reach you, he'll be biting you. And if not, he'll draw blood anyways.

SANGUINIUS- 8 inches, 20 cm. Surprisingly girthy, with low-hanging balls. He's uncut, but his bush is usually trimmed. He doesn't just use his cock, he bites where he can and envelopes you in his wings. He's gentle... for the first five minutes. He'll leave the most marks out of any of the Primarchs, prompting you to cover up the day after.

FERRUS MANUS- 17 inches, 43 cm. Lord have mercy. He is the most well-endowed Primarch, with balls to match. He'll hold you down with his cool silver hands as he pushes himself in. He's gentle, far more than he lets on, but he is still a Primarch. He's become quite the aftercare giver.

???- Penis serious, Penis delirious. Penis in the woods, call that penis mysterious

ANGRON- 9 inches, 23 cm. The arena had not been kind, as he is scarred in several places around it. Fortunately, no blade has ever found its way there. He isn't gentle, not one bit, even if he is chained down. The Nails eat at his head, screaming for bloodshed. He thrusts faster in a vain attempt to block out the agony in his head.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN- 8 inches, 20 cm, and girthy. Despite his size being closer to normal for a baseline human, it's harder to fit it in due to his circumference. With some lube and determination, though, you can make it work. He likes putting it in you and watching you try to keep your composure before you inevitably slip up.

MORTARION- 11 inches, 27 cm. It's long and gaunt on him, but it's still massive in your hand. He's one of the more sensitive Primarchs, but he'd prefer if that fact were kept under wraps. Gentle touch gets him going like nothing else. And once he gets going, you'll get to bear firsthand witness to the endurance he's known for.

MAGNUS THE RED- The bastard can change his dick size on a whim. He already knows what size would make you feel best, and he can open up more than one hole at once using the Warp. He doesn't even have to touch you to open you up, turning you into an incomprehensible mess in front of him.

HORUS LUPERCAL- 12 inches, 30 cm. The most striking thing about it is the Prince Albert that adorns it, a simple iron thing with a dull shine. Even if by some miracle you're on top, he'll always be the dominant partner, and if you have the ability you are most definitely bearing his children at some point.

LORGAR AURELIAN- 11 inches, 28 cm. You weren't expecting the second shortest Primarch to pack so much, were you? Golden tattoos come close to it, but he hadn't the will to cover himself there. You'll spend a lot of time with him; he'll use his tongue for hours on end before finally gratifying himself.

VULKAN- 10 inches, 26 cm. He's warm all over, and below the belt is no exception. In the cold reaches of space, he's a great comfort. Even if he's not the biggest of the Primarchs, he likes watching you struggle on him. He's girthy, and he likes to choke you with it too. Gives the best aftercare.

CORVUS CORAX- 11 inches, 27 cm. He's long, slender, and he keeps a close shave. He's a gentle lover when you're properly going at it and not hiding your risque behavior while in public. He'll hold your hands and whisper praises into your ear, even if he has to bend himself at an uncomfortable angle.

ALPHARIUS- 8 inches, 21 cm. He's hairless, circumcised, and his balls are almost unnaturally even. You've seen many an Alpha Legion cock, and they all look similar. He likes to finish in his partner, leaving no trace that he was there except for the slightly odd hobble you have the next day.