#leman russ x reader

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Shave your arms you hairy bastard

Have a Russ sickfic! Reason? I'm currently sick and delusional but I want to write.

You lay in bed, coughs wracking your body. Your lips were dry and cracked from breathing, your nose too stuffed to really breathe normally. You knew Leman was going to ask questions soon, about why his mate was hiding from him. It wasn't that you were afraid of getting him or his sons sick, you were scared of making yourself worse. That had to come first, was recovery. Once you weren't sweating buckets, and seeing the room move around you, then maybe you could go dine with him.

The room was fucking cold, so possibly that wasn't helping. But you couldn't very well stand up to light a fire, without risking yourself catching fire as well as the logs. You made due, stealing his furs to add to the mountain in your chambers, one that you had cleverly wrapped yourself inside for warmth.

You almost missed your door opening, the quiet rumble of your husband's chest. "Mate?" he called out, setting a heavy hand on your mountain of fur. "Come now, why are you hiding from me?" Leman worked on peeling the warmth away from you, his large hand finding your head and brushing your hair away. "Are we playing a game, treasure?"

You sneezed, the blow to your throat devolving into a violent coughing fit. His hand retreated, almost panicked. Not that you had ever known Leman to panic. "You're sick," he realized.

You groaned in agreement, sniffling, coughing a couple more times, as if your body was driving the point in. "And this room…it's freezing!" He pulled the furs back over your head, and vanished from your side, ignoring your whine of protest. His hand had been warm, and heavy enough to bring your head back down to the pillow, erasing the floaty feeling. You hesitantly and slowly stuck your hand out, feeling around for him.

For some odd reason, when it connected with his arm, you registered one of his wolves, and happily, you began scratching, expecting to hear happy groans and yips. Instead, you got, "Mate? What are you doing?" The fuzz you'd been stroking left, and your mind cleared enough to realize you'd been petting his arm, not his wolf.

"Sorry," you mumbled, dropping your hand away. "Thought your wolf was in the room."

He chuckled, deeply. "Have you eaten, lately?" You shook your head. You hadn't had any appetite lately. He made a worried noise, hoisting you upright. Your head lolled around, nose clearing a bit at the change in position. Leman's face was blurry, and your hand stroked his side burns, laughing softly. "Wait here. I'll be back with food."

You'd fallen asleep again, kicking off several of the furs as the room heated. When the door opened, you woke with a start, gasping softly as he gently sat beside you, lifting you to sit and lean on his shoulder. "That's it, love." A spoon nudged your lips, hot and wet, and you opened, letting him pour the soup down your throat. "That's it," he cooed, feeding you another spoonful. "Eat. And then, we shall get your bathed, and swaddled up again, yes?"

When the bowl was empty, he set it aside, picking you up and carrying you to the washroom, which was really just a spring he'd built a small wall around to grant you privacy. Something you had demanded upon when arriving. Something you were grateful for now as he undressed you, and gently dipped you into the water. "I had the serfs bring hot coals to warm it."

And warm, it was. You groaned in gratitude, relaxing against him completely. "That's it," he purred. "Good mate." Chesty coughs were his answer. His hands rubbed your back, and you fell into his hands, eyes cracked open just a little. The world still spun around you, and your head fucking hurt. Distantly, you registered his hands rubbing soap into your skin, a deep hum breaking through your fever haze.

He continued humming the lullaby, until your head rolled against his chest, and your breathing evened out. Leman chuckled again, picking you up and carrying you to his nest. "Sleep now, mate. I'll be here when you wake."

[druidwolf21]

HIIII LOVE YOUR WRITINGS! But I wonder how would the primarchs cuddle the reader?

AAHHH THANK YOU!! 🥺

You wanna know how they cuddle do ya?

We'll hopefully you like this!

A/N: are some of these out of character? Absolutely

Did I want to make this whole thing fluffy

ABSO FRIGGIN LUTLEY

Some of these are longer than others simply because I don't write the characters too often!

Cuddles with the primarchs

Lion El'johnson.

"Come here"

Your breath caught in your throat as lions deep voice rumbled through your chamber. He sat slouched in his chair, emerald eyes trained on you with each small step you took towards him.

"Yes, my lord?"

The primarch continued to watch silently as you stepped closer, before swiping out and grabbing your wrist. You yelped as he hauled you into his lap and buried his face in the crook of your neck, wrapping his great arms around you and holding you close to him. His breath was warm on your neck as he inhaled your scent and you laughed, wiggling your arms free to loop them around his neck and run your hands through his golden hair.

"If you wanted me to hold you, you just have to ask" you cooed, tilting your head allowing him to nuzzle into your collar.

"If I want to hold you, I will" Lion huffed, grumbling slightly and you fell into a warm silence. Straddled across his lap, you combed your fingers through the silken strands as he squeezed you to his chest.

"Of course, my Lion~"

Fulgrim

"Now where do you think you're going?"

You giggled as Fulgrim gripped your waist and hauled you back onto the bed with him, pulling you flush to his bare chest he wrapped around you. Silvered hair tickled your neck as he kisses over your cheek.

"Fulgrim stop we need to get ready"

The primarch felt hot as he hugged you closer, mumbling into your neck.

"They can wait, let me hold you just a little longer~"

Resignation set in and you sighed, scooting yourself backwards to press against him. His lips turned up in a smirk as he kissed along your throat.

"5 more minutes my sweet, then I promise we will get up"

Perturabo

"Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

Perturabo stood over you, leering down as you glared back at him.

'Did you think I wouldn't see that stupid face you were pulling? Trying to catch Dorn's attention?"

His scowl deepened when you rolled your eyes and waved him off.

"I was not making faces at Rogal Dorn, you're being ridiculous"

Barking laughter broke from him as he took a knee and grabbed your chin, pulling you to face him.

"Am I not enough for you?"

Perturabos voice was harsh as he spoke, but staring back at him you saw his eyes soften and his lips twitch, insecurity threatening to claw its way through the rage and boil and the surface.

"You are" you relented, reaching up to cup his face. "You're always enough"

His grip on your chin released as you wrapped your hands around his neck. Large hands found your waist and pulled you close, lifting you off the floor and clutching you to his chest.

"You're ridiculous" you sighed, kissing his cheek as he held you.

"If you ever do it again-"

Perturabo trailed off, squeezing you slightly as he spoke.

"I know. I know"

Jaghatai Khan

"It's freezing out here!"

You curled up against the Khan's broad chest as you sat precariously on the jet bike, hugging the chassis with numb fingers.

Jaghatai chuckled and leant over you, flicking the engine off with an easy movement. The roar of the engine cut instantly, but heat continued to radiate through the metal.

"It is not so bad" he laughed as you pressed your cheek to the rapidly cooling engine cover.

"Not for you, you're super human. I am just a normal human"

The Primarch hummed and reached down, prying your fingers off the bike. "come here then"

"No no no, it's warm please just let me warm up"

You whined as he pulled you from the heat and watched with wide eyes as he unbuttoned his coat, popping the front open to reveal his broad scarred chest.

"Come here"

He spun you and pulled you against him, wrapping the dense fur around you and pressing you to his bare skin. The difference was immediate, heat radiating through you.

"Better?"

You lent your head back, grinning as colour began to return to your cheeks. His chest vibrated beneath you when you nuzzled back beneath the jacket and he laughed, cupping your back with his hand.

"Oh yeh, much better"

Leman Russ

"Down! Get down!"

2 pairs of eyes gleamed at you as you struggled to rise from the bed, held flat against the mattress by a thick layer of fur and a mass of muscle on top.

"Freki, Geri, get down! I have things to do I can't stay in bed all day"

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, wheezing and collapsing back down when a massive paw slammed into your chest followed by the wet drag of a hot rough tongue along your cheek.

Both wolves stood over you, ears pricked and tails wagging softly as they stared at you with vivid amber eyes whilst Freki's clawed paw rested on your stomach.

"Look I promise we can cuddle later, but I seriously have work I need to do-"

"Wolves don't bargain, they take what they want"

Leman's voice was rich and heavy with laughter as he stepped towards the edge of the bed shrugging a heavy furred cloak to the floor.

"I'm very quickly learning that"

He chuckled, reaching over the scruff his hand across the top of Freki's head.

"Alright enough, off"

With a low whine, the weight on your body lifted as the wolf released you, stepping back and settling on his haunches next to his brother towards the bottom of the vast bed. You sat up and groaned, stretching the ache from your back and watching as leman sat on the edge, pulling his snow trodden boots off and tossing them aside.

"Thank you, honestly I wish I could stay in bed but I have to UUFF-"

you promptly found yourself sprawled in your back again as leman lay next to you and rolled over, pinning you beneath a muscled arm.

"Are you serious! I have things to do! And you do! You're a primarch you can't spend all day in bed"

Russ grunted, pulling you toward him.

"Fenris is cold, little one. I'd hate for you to freeze"

He opened one icey blue eye and grinned.

"besides, didn't I just say you can't bargain with wolves"

Your retort was interrupted as, with an excited bark, the two wolves launched themselves towards you, sliding against your back and pressing into your legs as they curled up around you.

"Fine. Five more minutes"

Rogal Dorn.

"Rogal"

"...."

"Rogal"

"....."

"Roooogaaaaaallllll"

The praetorian sighed and dragged his hand down his face before looking over at you.

"Yes?"

"I'm bored"

He stared at you blankly, pen hovering over the diagram on his desk midway through writing.

"You interrupted me to tell me you are bored"

You nodded, smiling softly as he sighed again, tossing the pen aside and leaning back in his chair.

"You realize I have work to do? Important work"

"I know. But you've been doing it for ages, I think you need to take a break"

Steely eyes softened slightly as you stepped towards him and sat on his knees, leaning your back against his chest.

"I'm almost done" he muttered, placing a large palm on your waist and tracing a small circle into your skin with his thumb

You sat propped against him, dozing in his lap listening to the bellow of his lungs and the soft scratch of ink on parchment. His hand stayed present on your hip and his lips pressed gentle kisses to the crown of your head as he worked, enjoying the quiet companionship as he held you close.

You opened your eyes, blinking sleep from then as you looked around. The candles had burned low and the ink had long since dried on the schematics littered across the desk. You felt firm arms wrapped around you and you slid your head up, along the thick fabric of his shirt.

"Hey" he whispered, smiling slightly.

"Hi" you snuggled back down, relaxing into his arms as the last of the candle wick burnt down to cinders.

Konrad Curze.

"You're so small."

"Compared to you I am"

"And soft"

You leaned back and frowned at the night haunter, untangling yourself from his long arms with a scowl.

"Remember when we talked about things that sound good in your head, but are weird when you say them?"

"Yes"

"Yeh that's one of those things"

Curze flashed a grin, bearing jagged fangs as he pulled you back towards him. Hunched over in a dark corner in the bowels of the ship, the sound of ceramite and bellowing astartes was muted beneath tons of iron and the roar of engines.

"But you are. You are soft."

You conceded with a low huff and a roll of your eyes, allowing him to pull you back into his lap. In the darkness, you felt his hands run along your arms and his lips press to your temple, blind to everything except the flash of sharpened teeth. In the belly of the nightfall where light faltered and the noise was faint, Curze held you close, savouring the feel of your warmth against his bare skin.

"You are small and warm and soft"

He shook slightly as he clung to you, grounding himself and inhaling your scent.

"Soft and warm and so so fragile"

Sanguinius

"I'm sorry, I can't right now"

Sanguinius brushed past you into the room, tossing his cloak to the side. You gathered his cloak, struggling under the size and weight as you dragged it off the bed. You stilled as the heavy scent of iron hit your nose and a flash of scarlet across the fabric drew your eye.

Draping the material across a chair, you sat on the edge of the bed watching and waiting.

The angel stood near the window, the vast view of bhaal stretching out behind the frosted glass as he scrubbed his hands in a basin, the water slowly turning red. Tension was thick across his body, his shoulders stiff and wings puffed. He ran a soft towel across his hands and tossed it aside with a hiss.

"Sanguinius"

He glanced over his shoulder at your voice, watching you intently as you straightened the bed sheet before patting it.

"Sit. Please?"

With a heavy sigh, Sanguinius stepped over towards you and fell to the mattress, your body lifting as his weight hit the bed.

"Lay back"

Staring at you for a moment, he reluctantly slid backwards, spreading his arms wings across the silken sheets as he lay on his back with his legs hanging off the edge.

You shuffled, pressing yourself against him as you snuggled up to his side. Using his chest as a pillow, you ran your hand along the wall of muscle, tracing small shapes along his stomach.

After a moment, his own hand lifted and his finger trailed along your shoulder before gripping you and pulling you on top of him.

"Rough day?" You mused, pressing your ear against his pecs to listen to the dual beat of his hearts.

"Indeed"

"It's over now"

Sanguinius sat up suddenly, straddling you in his lap as his wings wrapped around you, shielding you both.

"yes. It's over now"

Ferrus manus

"What is this?"

"Not something you should be touching"

"what about this?"

Ferrus reached over and yanked the tool from your grip, placing it back on the table.

"It is not for you"

Rolling your eyes you folded your arms, pouting as the primarch continued to focus on his work.

"Ferrus'"

Silver eyes flicked to you before returning to the tools.

"Ferrus!"

With a growl he slammed the item down, rattling the worktop as he spun to you.

"What"

"You're the one who asked me to come here, so why are you ignoring me"

Ferrus Manus pinched the bridge of his nose, scowling and taking a deep breath before replying.

"You wanted to see my work, this is my work"

You softened, unclenching your arms. You had complained he left you alone too often, forgoing the limited time you had together to ticker in his workshop. You hadn't realized this was his attempt and making an effort.

"I know" you stepped towards him. "Im sorry"

Ferrus nodded, turning back to the table before pausing. With a grunt he lifted you, setting you down on a large stool near his worktop.

Stepping behind you he lent over your shoulder, his breath hot against your cheek as he spoke. Taking your hands, he moved them over each item on the desk.

"This is used to augment the cardiac valves in the astartes to ensure maintained pressure output from their heart."

He moved your hand to another device and his lips moved to your neck.

"This lens allows for increased optical resolution when sniping"

"and what's that?"

He scoffed, lips twitching against your throat.

"That's a screw driver"

"Oh"

He released your hands, placing his own metallic palms around your waist.

"Don't worry, you'll learn"

Angron

"Deep breath"

You knelt in the bunk as the primarch rested his head on your thighs, eyes crunched shut in pain. Running your hands along his cheeks and temples you slowly worked your fingers through the tense muscle.

"It's ok, I'm here"

Angron's teeth ground against each other as another wave hit him, the nails biting deep and flooding his body with rage. You moved along his jaw and down his neck, wincing as the muscle spasmed beneath your touch.

"You should go" he spat, wincing up at you.

"No it's ok"

The primarch head jerked and his fingers clenched at the sheets as another wave hit him.

"Im here, I've got you"

Angron's body shook and he snarled, spit flying from his jaw

"Why? Why do you stay. I could kill you"

"But you won't"

"I can't hold you" he whispered, twitching as he fought the nails.

"But I can hold you"

You bent over, cupping his cheeks as you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

"I'll hold you as long as you need"

Roboute guilliman

"Roboute?"

Guilliman blinked up at you as you stepped into his office, a large steaming mug gripped in both hands.

"I thought you'd still be working, so I bought you this"

You stepped up to his desk, sliding the recaff across the surface and smiling sadly at him.

"You should take a break, you're exhausted"

He shook his head, dragging a hand through his short crop of blonde hair before taking a large swing of the coffee and wrinkling his nose.

"Is there sugar in this?"

You shrugged. "you need your energy"

Reclining back in the massive chair, guilliman puffed out a heavy breath and gestured over the forms across the table.

"I'll finish these and then come and join you a little while ok?"

Shaking your head you clambered up onto the desk, sitting on the forms and missives as you placed yourself directly in front of him.

"Come here"

You spread your arms wide and waited. Roboute cocked a brow at you before sliding his chair forward. You took his head in your hands and pulled it towards your chest.

"what are you-"

"Shhh"

You held him there until the tension began to leave him, the weight of his head becoming heavy in your hands as he slowly began to relax. He wrapped his own arms around your waist and nuzzled against your chest.

"Better?"

"Better"

Mortarion

"You should see this mortarion!"

You lent against the guardrail, staring out of the port side window of the endurance as it floated in orbit around the green planet.

"I've seen it"

"No really, it's beautiful!"

You heard the heavy wheeze behind you before you felt his presence.

"Look! Isn't it amazing!"

You leaned over further, pointing out through the glass.

"Be careful" he coughed, cold hands gripping into the back of your shirt. "It's a long way down if you fall"

You flashed a grin at him over your shoulder, catching the twitch of the mask on his face as he smiled back.

"I'm not scared, besides if I did fall I'm sure you-"

Creeeaaakk SNAP

As if on cue, the railing snapped. You floated for a split second, still gripping the split railing as your eyes turned down to see the control deck far below. Air rushed around your face and you opened your mouth to yell.

Suddenly you were yanked backwards, Harshly tossed to the floor as mortarion stood over you, eyes wide and body tensed.

"What did I tell you?"

Before you could reply, the pale king dropped to his knees and hauled you against him, one cold hand clutched to the back of your head as the other dug into your back.

"Be careful" he hissed, coughs wracking his body as he fought the panic that had risen so suddenly.

Mortarion froze as you slowly lifted your arms and wrapped them around his neck, pressing your face into his collar.

"Thank you"

Magnus

Magnus lounged on the large chaise, one leg kicked up against the cushion and the other propped on the floor as he flicked through the tome in his hands.

"Magnus?"

He paused, looking up from the page as you staggered into the room rubbing your eyes.

"Yes? What's wrong?"

"I woke up and you were gone" you whispered. "I was worried"

He cocked his head, red locks falling about his face and sympathetic smile as he spread his arms wide.

"Come here, little one"

Still blinking sleep from your eyes you shuffled forward, falling face down across his chest and sprawling across him, tangling your legs around his.

"What are you reading?"

"Would you like me to read it to you?"

Magnus placed a large hand on your head, soothing you as he spoke.

"In the age of man, before the imperium-"

Horus lupercal

"well aren't you a sight for sore eyes"

You laughed, sprinting towards the warmaster as he pushed his way into your chambers

"Horus! I missed you!"

He chuckled as you flung yourself towards him, easily lifting you so you could cling to his neck, peppering his cheek with kisses.

Carrying you with him, he perched himself on the edge of your bed, falling backwards and rolling to pin you beneath him.

"I was so worried! I heard you were injured"

"Greatly exaggerated tales" he mused, pressing his forehead to yours.

Pressing a kiss to your forehead he sat back upright, draping his heavy fur around you and pulling you to his side.

"Luckily Chaplain Erebus was able to help me before things got too out of hand"

You snuggled against his side with a contented sigh, enjoying the feeling of his strong hands holding you tightly.

"I'm glad, it sounds like he looked after you"

"Indeed. All is well"

Lorgar aurelian

Lorgar sat on his knees before you. wide eyes and lips parted, he stared at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

"My love, my love" he whispered, over and over as you ran your hands over his shaved head and cheeks.

"Yes, I'm here lorgar"

He rested his head in your lap, closing his eyes with a blissful sigh as you danced your fingers across his skin.

"Hold me" he cooed, tilting his jaw to meet your fingers. "Bless me with your touch"

"Let me embrace you, lorgar" you hummed, your voice distorted as the world flickered around you.

"Yes, embrace me"

"Join me, Lorgar... Forget the imperium... And join me"

Vulkan

"You are welding that incorrectly"

You threw the hammer down, sweaty and irritated as once again the dagger warped in the heat. Vulkan laughed, watching you throw you hands up exasperated.

"It takes time to get this right, don't get angry"

"That's easy for you to say!"

Turning your back to vulkan, you stamped your tooth and seethed. Glaring at the glowing forge you kicked and the anvil, hissing when pain shot through your foot.

"Take a breath"

You stiffened as vulkan knelt and wrapped his arm around you from behind. The heat of the workshop was nothing compared to the furnace of primarch that pressed his weight against you.

"you'll get there" he whispered against your ear, gently stroking your arm.

"I know"

"Now try again. this time, like this" he slid his hand from your hip, up to your shoulder and along your arm, gripping your wrist and flexing it"

"got it?"

"Got it"

Corvus Corax

The room was dark, only a single streak of moonlight creeping through the fluttering curtains and painting a silver streak across your face as you slept.

Corvus stood wreathed in shadows watching you. Your lips parted slightly as you mumbled. Stepping silently from the corner, he slipped onto the bed beside you, brushing a curtain of hair from your face.

"I'm back" he whispered, pulling the sheet over your shoulder.

You muttered and twitched at his voice, but remained locked in sleep as he curled up next to you, reaching over to pull you against him. Placing a large palm across your stomach, he pulled your hips against his and curled around you, sliding his other arm under your head.

"I'm here now"

He froze as you opened your eyes. blinking in confusion you twisted slightly, seeing the raven lord curled up behind you.

"Oh, am I dreaming?" You yawned.

"Yes, just a dream"

You nodded like you'd heard a secret and rolled back over, rubbing you head against his arm and locking your fingers with his long slender ones across your stomach.

"I hope I don't wake up too soon"

Alpharius/Omegon

"you know how I can tell you apart?"

The twins both looked up at you, identical looks of amusement as you glanced at them over the table.

"Oh really?"

"mhmm. And I can prove it. Come here"

One of the brothers stood, chuckling, he strode over and took a knee in front of you. You rose to your feet and opened your arms wide.

"Hold me"

The primarch smile broadened as he wrapped both arms around your waist and lifted you, spinning you around as he squeezed you gently. After a moment he set you down and you gestured to the other to do the same.

With a confident smirk he approached you. Dropping to kneel, he wrapped one hand around your waist as the other tangled itself in your hair, tilting your neck as he brushed his lips against your pulse point.

After a moment, you stepped back and pointed

"You're Alpharius"

Pointing to the second twin.

"And you're Omegon"

Alpharius laughed, clapping his brother on the shoulder.

"Very well done. But what if we weren't to touch you?"

You tapped your lip in fake thought.

"We'll I suppose I'd have to slap a sticker or something on your back, just to be safe"

You giggled as they stared at you dumbfounded.

"Probably best you just keep hugging me yeh?"

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[absynthe-mind]

HAAAI HAAAAAIII HAAAIII

Uh how bout some good breeding with Russ? He can smell that you're horny during some meeting and takes the advantage of this

Ok so this ended up MUCH longer than I was intending (~2500 words) - hope you enjoy!

Leman Russ (Oneshot) - The Meeting

TW: voyeurism, fingering, sex, dub-con

It was far too early in the morning when Russ left the bed, pressing half a dozen kisses and even more nips across your neck and chest before bundling you up again. 

You feel an odd wet feeling against your neck that your sleepy brain takes a second to register as his tongue lapping against you, along with his warm breath huffing against you rapidly. Sniffing, your brain eventually supplies.

He recedes a moment later, half chuckling as his chest makes some sort of deep rumbling sound of satisfaction. 

Then, the bastard laughs at you while you whine from the loss of your giant heater on such a cold Fenrissian morning.

You can’t imagine how freezing it must be without a big wolfy heater, enough furs to make a war tent, and the fire Leman had ordered to be consistently tended to just for your comfort.

Still, at least you were allowed to sleep in on most days and stave off getting out of your warm, comfortable nest for an extra few hours unlike the vast majority of people on Fenris.

In fact, the sun was well risen by the time you properly wake up for the day, not too far from midday. 

It's a lazy wake up too, bones popping and cracking as you slowly stretch. The nips Leman had given you that morning were already forming small bruises that would thankfully be covered by the layers of cloak and furs you’d don for the day.

You were already getting whistles down the corridor and loud whooping following you from his sons following Leman announcing he was ‘going to claim you as his Little Wolf’, and quite frankly you couldn’t imagine how they’d react to openly seeing his claims on you.

After dressing and carefully arranging your clothes until the marks were covered, you take a moment to lament how lecherous the wolf primarch was - all your underwear had been thrown out and clothing replaced with much more exposing and easy to access robes. You suspected that if it weren’t so cold he would have taken absolutely everything that you could cover yourself with.

You spend the rest of the morning grazing on some cured meats, cheese and bread while debating what you should do with your afternoon - maybe some crafting? One of the serfs had offered to teach you to weave to fill up your spare time…

Your musings are interrupted and activity choices ripped from you when an older looking space wolf enters to inform you that Russ has requested your presence at his afternoon war council. 

He looks you up and down expectantly, a small grin creeping up his face as he motions for you to follow him.

All you can think of on the way there is why on Terra Leman would want you to attend a war council, he couldn’t possibly expect you to contribute anything of worth, could he?

Thinking of Leman sends a warm feeling to the bottom of your abdomen, a feeling you’d been hoping to squash down by avoidance until the two of you spent the long evenings alone together.

Say what you would about his boisterousness and loud, rough temperament, he treated you well both in daily life and the bedroom.

It had taken a lot of getting used to, the constant attention, lavish lifestyle and then the sex that had you drooling and begging around his beast of a cock.

Thankfully he’d taken it relatively slowly, always working to open you up properly to fit him, and starting off slow, sweet and sensual. 

Between his careful preparation and aftercare you didn’t even have any issues walking like you’d anticipated - though you did have jelly legs for the rest of the night and most of the morning, no amount of care could completely eliminate the effect of a huge cock and his thunderous pace.

Thinking through how he’d been treating you did nothing to alleviate that growing warmth, in fact, it had only grown worse - and now you were here, just outside of the war council.

Your escort announces your arrival, not even giving you a moment to try to collect yourself, and suddenly you feel the weight of over a dozen eyes.

Captains, Sergeants and him, staring at you.

His face is pulled into a wide grin, teeth bared, as his eyes rake up and down until you feel as if you might as well have come naked.

“Come.” he commands you, though not unkindly, eyes glittering with some mix of mirth and eagerness.

After a brief moment of hesitation your feet seem to move for you, carrying you to his side. As you get closer, he pats his lap, inviting you to take a seat.

Trepidation fills you, the thought of being sat on his lap appealing - but in front of an audience of his most trusted and capable sons? In a war council?

Before you can deliberate further, or voice protest, he reaches out, snaking a broad arm around your waist and scooping you up with a single hand. He ignores your squeak of protest, manoeuvring you so you’re pressed flush against him.

He doesn’t let you wiggle even an inch away from him, his arm pinning you down to him and pulling you in further - ensuring your ass is pushed right against his groin. 

“I’d stop squirming if I were you, darling.” His tone is low with a hint of amusement laced through as he bends to whisper directly to your ear. 

The implication freezes you in place, cheeks flushing a furious crimson and mouth turning dry, that warmth in your gut growing stronger with every passing second.

Leman hums loudly, inhaling your scent deeply before turning back to the meeting at hand, and though you can’t see his face now that your back is pressed into his firm chest you could swear as to hearing a smirk in his voice.

Resuming of the meeting might as well be torture to you. You don’t understand enough of the complex tactics, supply lines and other jargon language to distract yourself with paying attention, and despite the comfort that Leman’s body heat is providing against the cold air it’s sending your body all the wrong signals.

With his fingers splayed across your lower stomach, idly pawing at you while he speaks and listens in turn, it takes all your concentration not to start squirming and moaning. Normally it was Leman jumping your bones the moment the two of you were alone but tonight you had a feeling it would be you initiating instead.

That changes the moment his hand slips beneath the furs you’d wrapped yourself in, and then through the exposing robes, settling his fingers all the way around the front of your stomach and gripping the curve of your waist too.

It becomes all you can do just to keep from wantonly moaning like a bitch in heat, opting to bite the inside of your cheek to keep in all the sounds you desperately want to make down.

Oh and then the smug bastard goes and starts stroking, moving further and further down until he is lightly pressing over your sex, stroking and circling around without providing any true pressure - but it makes your vision go fuzzy at the edges regardless.

You take a deep breath in, steeling yourself to lean back into him and look up to try communicate that he needs to stop because you’re in a meeting and quite frankly you’re not going to last another five minutes like this. 

Tilting your head up to look at him is both a physical challenge and worries you that you’re drawing his son’s attention to yourself when you want nothing less.

When you do look up it’s to find he is already staring down at you, a wide, smug grin stretched right across his face telling you he knows exactly what he’s doing, and if anything your pleading face only spurs him on.

His fingers curl against you, coming teasingly close to your hole, making you bite into your lip hard and tears spring in your eyes. Your reaction causes his own eyes to light up with amusement and his chest shakes with suppressed laughter as he presses a juxtaposingly sweet kiss to your forehead.

The confusing and conflicting messages finally break your resolve and a low, heady whine breaks free. 

Immediately, the blush spreads from your cheeks to the rest of your face and down your neck too. You become acutely aware of his sons watching the two of you, the meeting having come to a pause, and you are suddenly very glad that your eyes are focussed upwards on Leman rather than the knowing gazes of his sons.

As if reading your mind, Leman suddenly reaches his freehand to grasp the lower half of your face, tilting it back down towards the council and conveniently muffle your noises. 

Convenient because he takes this opportunity to finally stop teasing and slips a huge finger into your hole, already clenching for him, and if he wasn’t using his hand as a gag you’re pretty sure the sound produced would have been nothing but incoherent horny moans. 

You’re not sure if this is some fever dream as the meeting resumes, his sons continuing over the agenda. It would have been maddening if not for the few of them smiling and jeering - confirming that you weren’t insane and Leman was in fact semi-openly finger fucking you on his lap. In a meeting.

In, out, in, out. His finger curls up against your walls, teasing further by deftly avoiding that one sweet spot he knows by heart now.

You’re so ready for him that even his large finger isn’t stretching you like normal, instead slipping in and out with ease. He adds a second finger to join it faster than he ever has before, and the pleasurable burn starts consuming all other thoughts.

Some part of your brain understands still that you have an audience and that once you come down from this desperately building high you’re going to be so deeply regretful and mortified - but a bigger part of you is so pent up and blissed that you can’t bring yourself to care just yet.

As his fingers curl again, this time pressing hard against that spot, you can’t help but gasp into his hand. Your own hands come flying down to his thighs, gripping them tightly.

He chuckles, the sound and movement reverberating from his chest to your back, and the vibration builds you even closer. 

A third finger is added to the mix and the meeting is completely forgotten to you. Orbital bombardment never meant anything to you to begin with and it certainly doesn’t now that your core is so tightly coiled you’re sure you’re going to burst.

The pressure builds and you can just about feel the fog coming down over you, when everything suddenly stops.

He stops moving, pulling his fingers out with a ‘pop’ and vigorously licking them clean.

You begin to look back in betrayal, making noises of protest. All that just to be-

The world tilts on its axis slightly as he shifts your hips upwards, deftly pulls aside his furs and deposits you on his ready and waiting cock.

You’re much, much fuller than you were even with three fingers, but there’s no burn like normal, just a comfortable stretch that fills you up like nothing else.

Vaguely, you’re aware your nails have scraped and clawed their way down his thighs as you pant and mewl into his hand.

For a long moment, nothing happens. He leaves you impaled on his dick while he answers some asinine question about troop formations. 

When he keeps going, content to ignore you for a long moment while his cock twitches teasingly inside you, you decide in a moment of somewhat clarity that two can play this game.

Summoning all your willpower not to cum right there and then, you throw in a few clenches, trying to squeeze his cock as best you can.

The effect was immediate: hands gripping tighter around you, eyes darkening, cock twitching violently inside you.

Letting out a deep hiss of air Leman pulls you up by your hips once more, this time lifting you to the tip before letting you drop back down, before repeating over and over. You feel the full length of his dick grinding against every crevice of your inner walls, dragging against every tender spot as he goes.

Despite the stretching and wetness it's so tight you can feel every inch of his cock, the thick veins throbbing inside, the slight curve - all of it. His balls slapping between both of your thighs was practically squeezing them for him too, making him release guttural, throaty moans.

You were getting deliciously close to cumming again, building up an even bigger orgasm than before, but Leman clearly wasn’t satisfied. 

He shifted from just lifting you and letting you drop to pulling you up and slamming you down on his cock, whole body bouncing as you smacked against his taut muscles.

The shift in pace was enough to send you over the edge, vision going black and then white as your muscles went rigid and toes curled.

Not long after Leman follows you, filling you up with hot seed and dragging out your orgasm as it starts spilling out beneath you, coating both your thighs and the furs beneath.

He doesn’t stop though, continuing to fuck you with his semi-hard cock, already firming up for round two as he forces your orgasm to prolong for as long as possible.

Half way through his second orgasm your body goes limp against him, boneless and utterly fucked out - unable to comprehend anything past the stretch of his cock, his body warm against you and the utter bliss you were experiencing. 

Waking up in the mid evening was not something you were used to, even less so wrapped up with Leman curled around you protectively, absentmindedly petting your hair.

In the time it takes you to properly wake up you’re already remembering the balls deep fucking he just gave you, how he had - the meeting.

You had been in a meeting.

He must have seen the dawning horror in your expression as your soft, sleepy blissed out wake up morphed into sheer mortification, because he started quickly shushing you before you could start bawling.

“Shhh, shhh little wolf, it's alright. Everyone is impressed and proud of you, taking me like a good little mate, handling the big bad wolf,” he says with a self-satisfied smirk.

He resumes his petting of your hair, “besides, I could smell how much you wanted me to have my way with you. You can’t hide your scent from me, darling.”

[baldieboi]

I decided to try writing some Primarch x reader content. Here's my first try.

How each Primarchs would react when they hear about your (their wife) pregnancy?

Lion El’Jonson

The Lion would be stunned, his usually unreadable face betraying a flicker of disbelief. He’d question the logistics first. How could this happen, given his engineered nature? Once convinced it’s real then he’d become intensely protective, almost to a fault. He’d worry about his child inheriting his burdens (the secrets of Caliban, his own inner darkness).

He’d build a fortress of security around you, ensuring no harm comes to you or the child. He might struggle to express joy openly but late at night, he’d rest a hand on your belly, silently vowing to shield his family from the galaxy’s horrors. He’d also secretly dread being a distant father, fearing he lacks the warmth a child needs.

Fulgrim

Fulgrim would be ecstatic, seeing the pregnancy as the ultimate expression of beauty and creation. He’d view the child as a masterpiece in the making, a perfect blend of his and your essence and a testament to the heights humanity can achieve.

He’d shower you with affection, composing poetry and music for the unborn child. He’d design an exquisite nursery, obsessing over every detail to ensure it’s flawless. He’d talk endlessly to the child in the womb, promising to teach them art, grace and the pursuit of perfection while ensuring your every need is met with elegance.

Perturabo

Perturabo would be conflicted. Part of him would be overjoyed at creating something not meant for war while another part would fear failing as a father. He’d overanalyze the situation, worrying about the child’s safety in a galaxy of conflict and whether he can provide the emotional support they’ll need.

He’d build an impregnable nursery-fortress, complete with defensive mechanisms (just in case). He’d also craft toys and tools for the child, wanting them to inherit his intellect. He’d be gruff but protective, awkwardly trying to comfort you while hiding his own insecurities about fatherhood.

Jaghatai Khan

The Khan would smile broadly, seeing the pregnancy as a new journey to embark on. He’d be thrilled at the idea of passing down the traditions of Chogoris, viewing fatherhood as an extension of his role as a protector.

He’d take you on gentle rides across open plains (if possible), wanting you to feel the wind as he does. He’d tell stories of his homeworld to the unborn child, hoping they inherit his love of freedom. He’d also craft a small talisman for protection, a nod to his cultural roots.

Leman Russ

Russ would let out a booming laugh, sweeping you into a bear hug (gently, of course). He’d be over the moon, seeing the child as the start of his own pack. He’d boast to everyone about becoming a father, unable to contain his pride.

He’d insist on teaching the child the ways of Fenris as soon as they’re born, already planning mock hunts and survival lessons. He’d be incredibly hands-on, always near you to ensure your safety, and would probably howl at the moon in celebration when the child arrives.

Rogal Dorn

Dorn would be quietly stunned, processing the news with his usual calm demeanor. Inside he’d feel a surge of protectiveness and purpose: he now has something more personal to defend than the Imperium itself.

He’d design the most structurally sound nursery in the galaxy, ensuring it can withstand any threat. He’d be a steady presence for you, offering quiet reassurance rather than overt affection. He’d also begin planning how to instill discipline and honor in the child, though he’d worry about being too rigid.

Konrad Curze

Curze would be horrified at first, fearing his child will inherit his cursed visions or dark nature. He’d struggle with the idea of bringing life into a galaxy he sees as doomed but a small part of him would cling to hope that this child could be his redemption.

He’d become obsessively protective, lurking in the shadows to guard you from any perceived threat. He’d whisper grim lullabies to the unborn child, torn between warning them of the galaxy’s horrors and wanting to shield them. Fatherhood would be a battle between his darkness and his desire to be better.

Sanguinius

Sanguinius would be overwhelmed with joy and sorrow. He’d see the child as a beacon of hope, a chance to create something pure, but he’d also fear passing on the curse of the Red Thirst or foreseeing their suffering.

He’d be endlessly tender, cradling you and speaking softly to the child about a better future. He’d craft beautiful things for the nursery, wanting the child surrounded by light. He’d also pray to the Emperor to spare his child from his own burdens.

Ferrus Manus

Ferrus would be conflicted: part of him would see a child as a potential weakness, a distraction from duty, but another part would feel a surge of pride at creating life. He’d struggle to reconcile these feelings.

He’d approach fatherhood like a project, ensuring every need is met with mechanical precision. He’d craft cybernetic toys (perhaps too early), wanting the child to be strong. He’d be distant at first but would gradually soften, especially if you help him embrace the emotional side of parenting.

Angron

Angron would be overjoyed in rare lucid moments, seeing the child as a chance to build a family he never had. The Nails would make him fear his own rage, worrying he might harm those he loves.

He’d be fiercely protective, vowing to shield his family from slavery or harm. He’d struggle to be near you at times due to the pain of the Nails but in clearer moments, he’d sit with you, speaking softly of a life free from chains for their child. He’d rely on trusted warriors to guard you when he can’t trust himself.

Roboute Guilliman

Guilliman would be thrilled but immediately start planning. Fatherhood would be treated as a new campaign and he'd want to ensure everything is perfect for you and the child from resources to safety.

He’d create detailed schedules for the pregnancy, ensuring the best medical care and nutrition. He’d read every text on parenting (even writing his own Codex Paternis). He’d be supportive but overly formal at first, though he’d melt when feeling the baby kick, showing a rare vulnerable side.

Mortarion

Mortarion would be quietly moved, seeing the child as a chance to defy the suffering of his upbringing on Barbarus. He’d view fatherhood as a way to create a life untainted by the horrors he endured, though he’d worry about his ability to provide a gentle environment.

He’d be a silent guardian, ensuring your health with an almost obsessive focus on cleanliness and safety, fearing disease or poison might harm you or the child. He’d speak little of his joy but would stand watch over you, determined to protect his new family. He’d plan to teach the child endurance, wanting them to survive any hardship.

Magnus the Red

Magnus would be fascinated and overjoyed, seeing the child as a new mind to nurture. He’d be thrilled at the prospect of teaching them the wonders of knowledge and the Warp, though he’d worry about the inherent dangers of psychic power influencing them.

He’d surround the nursery with protective wards and spells, ensuring no psychic harm comes to the child. He’d talk endlessly to the unborn baby about the mysteries of the universe, eager to teach them. He’d be incredibly attentive to you, using his knowledge to ease your discomfort.

Horus Lupercal

Horus would be elated, seeing the child as an extension of his legacy and a symbol of hope. He’d view fatherhood as another way to inspire and lead, thrilled at the idea of shaping a new life with the same care he gives his Legion.

He’d be a doting husband and expectant father, rallying his Luna Wolves to celebrate the news. He’d spend time with you, sharing stories of his campaigns while promising the child a galaxy worth fighting for. He’d want to instill leadership and courage in them, preparing them to stand tall among humanity.

Lorgar Aurelian

Lorgar would see the child as a divine gift, a sign of the Emperor’s favor. He’d be overwhelmed with emotion, viewing the pregnancy as a sacred event that reinforces his faith in humanity’s purpose and his own role as a spiritual guide.

He’d write hymns and prayers for the child, wanting them to grow up steeped in belief and reverence for the Emperor. He’d be endlessly devoted to you, seeing you as a holy figure for bearing his child. He’d plan to teach the child the power of faith, hoping they’ll share his vision of enlightenment.

Vulkan

Vulkan would be overjoyed, tears of happiness in his eyes as he embraces you. He’d see the child as the ultimate expression of humanity’s worth, something to protect at all costs.

He’d craft beautiful, functional items for the child: cribs, toys, even tiny armor. He’d be incredibly hands-on, always near you to help with anything. He’d teach the child kindness and strength, wanting them to be a light in the dark galaxy.

Corvus Corax

Corax would be quietly moved, though he’d worry about bringing a child into a galaxy of war. He’d fear failing them as he feels he failed others but he’d vow to protect them.

He’d be a shadow around you, always watching for danger but rarely speaking his fears. He’d build a hidden, safe space for the child, wanting them to grow up free from oppression. He’d teach them independence, though he’d struggle to open up emotionally.

Alpharius/Omegon

They’d react with calculated curiosity, intrigued by the implications of fatherhood. They might even question if the pregnancy is part of a larger scheme (paranoia is their nature). Still, they’d feel a rare personal attachment.

They’d ensure the child’s safety through layers of secrecy and misdirection, hiding their family from any threats. They’d be unpredictable fathers, sometimes distant, sometimes surprisingly involved. They’d teach the child to question everything, preparing them for a life of intrigue.

[f1shz]

For you, @druidwolf21

[purplebutwarhammer]

I came up with some ideas for how a Primarchs wife would be titled by the legions and by the general public.

Legion mother is sort of a generic term across the board. For an example Astartes from different chapters would use Legion Mother with each other since it has no implications other than being their Primarchs wife, that and in official circumstances it’s considered their formal title, ie Corax’s wife would be introduced as Lady Corax, Legion Mother of Raven Guard.

This is not a full list since I’m not as familiar with some legions so I may make a part two one day

Night Lords:

Domina Nox

- Literally means ‘Lady of the Night’ but doesn’t have the same implications (although I’m sure the joke has been made, and the would be comedian is swiftly taught the error of their ways)

- Domina on its own can also mean ‘mistress of the household’ or just ‘wife’, however it can also be translated as ‘owner’. the legion probably wouldn’t use the shortened version in most cases, but Curze might recreationally.

The Dark Queen of Nostramo

- This would be mostly used by people outside of the legions and off Nostramo, for example a newspaper on Macragge might say “The Dark Queen of Nostramo today met with our ambassadors”. It’s a reflection of Curzes title that simultaneously recognises her as an equal to him but also makes a dig at what she represents. The kind of snarky wordplay politics loves

- It’s occasionally used by some Night Lords and Curze in a shortened form, ie “The Dark Queen requires our presence” or “My Dark Queen has no time for your foolishness, leave now before I present her with your head.”

The Mad Queen

- A term used exclusively amongst civilian populations and meant in an insulting to occasionally sympathetic manner. Usually it’s in reference to the fact she married and stuck by Curze even as he began to spiral, the juxtaposition between her more tempered manner and her continued enforcement of her husbands laws makes her seem unstable to the untrained eye.

- In the future when the true story has become blurred it’s used to refer to her much like an archetype from a play, a queen dragged down into her husband’s madness and driven to extremes. It’s said in a hushed saddened tone that conveys a warning about following in her footsteps and what love can drive a person to.

White Scars:

Khatun

- This one’s fairly obvious, it’s the title given to a Khans wife. I can imagine many of the White Scars would use “The Great Khatun” when in conversation with others, both as a show of respect and to remind others to mind how they speak when she’s the topic of discussion.

Dark Angels:

Lady El’Johnson

- Lady ‘first name’ was typically used for wives of Knights, and I can see this being the norm of Caliban but off planet surnames are more of the norm for formality.

- It would also play into the Dark Angels penchant for secrecy, only on Caliban and amongst trusted company would their Legion Mother be Lady ‘First Name’ in any other situation it’s Lady El’Johnson

The Lioness

- This one is a little more tongue in cheek and largely used amongst the Primarchs to refer to their sister in law and some of the other legions in recognition of her ferocity.

Mistress of the Knightly Orders of Caliban

- This one is a formal title used mainly on Caliban and formal events on Terra when her arrival is being announced. The Lion specifically created the title as recognition of her station and to give her rank amongst the legion so her authority isn’t only seen as an extension of his.

- It gives her domain over the ‘womanly’ tasks of the order, acquisition of food, clothing, and maintenance of household. Essentially the entire homefront falls under her command, and her authority on these matters often outweighs that of her husbands.

- The largest part of this is overseeing and organising the serfs for the entire legion, it’s mainly just the ones serving on Caliban but any major changes throughout the entire legion have to go through her first.

Space Wolves:

Wolf Mother

- Another self explanatory one, she is the Space Wolves mother so she is ‘Wolf Mother’. I like to think that on their wedding day Leman gifted her a wolf pelt to wear which became a trademark of her appearance.

Frue Russ

- Frue was the title given to a Jarls wife, I see this as being what the citizens of Fenris would call her instead of anything like queen.

- I’ve seen mixed sources that say Frue was specifically for a wife who owned land in her own right, but I’m not 100%. I can see Lemans wife as someone who can lead in her own right so bringing her own land and people into the marriage wouldn’t be far fetched

Ultramarines:

Lady Guilliman

The Lady Ultramar

- I’m going to group these two together since they’re both fairly generic, they’re the kind of on paper titles that get the point across

The Imperial Regent Consort

- This is after Guilliman becomes Regent and naturally his wife gets a title to match, it’s wholly an invention of Terra and only sees use from them and other Imperial citizens outside of the Ultramar sector.

Augusta

- Historically it’s Roman title given to empresses of exception that allowed them to wear imperial regalia and hold their own court.

- I imagine that Lady Guilliman can do all of this and more and so is given the title to match, she’s another who I think manages the ‘home’ whilst her husband is away on campaign.

Mater Ultramar

- ‘Mother of Ultramar’, similar to the Roman title for the empress ‘Mater Patriae’, may be called Mater for short informally by some Ultramarines but this is usually an indicator of dire circumstances or moments of great strife when the boys in blue just want their mum.

Salamanders:

Forgemother

- I assume that Vulkans wife would know her way around a forge, and I like to think she makes little trinkets for the Neophytes to put on their first set of armour

Lady of Drakes

- Matches her husband and would usually be used as a formality on Nocturne, like when she’s being introduced at an event.

Raven Guard:

Raven Mother

- This one would be used by legionnaires when speaking to Lady Corax directly ie “Raven Mother, we have news from The Shadow of The Emperor.”

- The civilians of Deliverance would also use it when referring to her to others ie “The Raven Mother is holding an event later”

The Shadowed Lady

- She doesn’t command the shadows as her husband does but is protected by them just the same, shadows can often be seen draping over her like a cloak when in her husbands presence.

- This would also be the name used to refer to her in Corspake and other semi coded communications.

Word Bearers:

The Madonna

- This would be in the religious sense (not like the singer). Especially after the heresy the Word Bearers come to idolise their Legion Mother as the perfect woman. Sermons are given on how all wives and mothers should strive to emulate her.

[metranart]

➡️ And then this happened...

[incrediblethirst]

A summary of the Primarch x Reader Discord this morning

[aggresivemenace]

Physical intimacy: Do Primarchs allow themselves to show their pleasure, or do they struggle to restrain it?

Lion El'Jonson

"My duty is to please you. Nothing else matters"

For the most part, he hides his own pleasure.

His purpose lies in satisfying his lady, his beloved; his own delight is, in his mind, a distant second.

The sound of your moans - this is his greatest reward.

Fulgrim

"Let me sing for you, in every gasp and cry"

He makes no attempt to restrain himself.

During intimacy, he is unabashedly loud - part of it born from his natural passion and disdain for holding back his emotions, and part of it a deliberate offering, a way to show you just how deeply you satisfy him.

Perturabo

"Even steel must tremble, when touched by loving hand"

He tries to restrain himself, clinging to the image of the cold, commanding Primarch of the Iron Warriors.

Yet his flushed cheeks, his tightly shut eyes, and the soft, unbidden sighs that slip from his lips betray him utterly.

Jaghatai Khan

"Love is simple. You and I - that's all there is"

He shows you exactly how good you make him feel.

His logic is plain: you are his wife; you love each other; your bodies bring mutual joy.

Why, in the name of all the stars, would anyone ever pretend otherwise?

Leman Russ

"If I love you, the whole world will know it"

Restraint is a foreign concept to him.

He doesn't just show his pleasure to you - he shows it to anyone within earshot. He wants them to know how damn gorgeous his wife is.

If the Primarch of the Space Wolves is busy replenishing the population of Fenris with his cherished mate, he’ll make sure the whole planet knows anout it.

Rogal Dorn

"You melt the walls I built around my soul"

He openly savors the pleasure your body brings him.

It may seem strange that this fortress of stone and ice could feel anything at all — but trust me: the Dorn the world sees and the Dorn you know, his beloved wife, are two entirely different men.

With you, he lets the burdens of the outside world fall away, surrendering himself completely to the tenderness of your hands, letting you see - and feel - just how deeply you affect him.

Konrad Curze

"Break me with your kindness - I cannot resist"

At first, he acts brazenly, almost mockingly - as if intimacy were merely another way to assert his dominance over you, to humiliate you (though you both know it's just a game).

He shows no true emotion at first.

But give him time, and pleasure will consume him entirely.

Soon, he'll be moaning, saliva trailing from his chin, and the cruel, cutting words will dissolve into broken cries, lost beneath the ragged sound of his hips colliding with yours.

Sanguinius

"Your touch makes my wings tremble"

He tries to hide it, but every time he fails.

A single glance, a single touch from you is enough to ignite him, and his body responds with breathtaking intensity.

Often, he grows shy of his own loud moans, hiding his face behind his hands - or shielding himself with his snowy wings, peeking at you shyly through the gaps between the feathers.

No matter how much he blushes at his own raw reactions, he never denies how completely you unravel him.

Ferrus Manus

"Hot iron bends easily"

He restrains himself - and he does it well.

But if you straddle him and set a fast, relentless pace, even the Primarch of the Iron Hands struggles to keep his composure.

He would gladly surrender his stoic facade for you, but the habit of control runs deep.

So remember: if you hear grunts, sharp breaths, and muffled moans, know that Ferrus is feeling very good.

Angron

"Hold me - remind me that I can be loved"

He hides it. His instincts scream that showing pleasure is the same as showing weakness.

He longs to surrender, to lose himself in you - but the way his mind is wired won’t allow it.

The best thing you can do for him is to cradle his tense, flushed face in your hands, kiss him gently, and whisper how much you love him, how much pleasure he brings you.

Roboute Guilliman

"With you, I finally remember how to breathe"

He shows you exactly how much he enjoys it.

You love making love to him after a long, grueling day - when the strength of a Primarch still fills his body, but his mind is worn and weary.

He lies back on the bed and closes his eyes as you straddle him, setting a slow, steady rhythm.

He doesn't need to do anything - unless he wishes to reach up and touch you.

Otherwise, he simply surrenders to the feeling, utterly relaxed.

He moans, sighs, and often murmurs how much he loves you, how deeply your touch pleases him.

Mortarion

"Even decaying flesh is soft to touch"

He doesn't hide it - simply because he can't.

By nature, he is deeply sensitive, and even if he wished to restrain himself, he would be helpless to silence the moans that spill from his lips.

Magnus the Red

"You see me - the real me - and you still love"

He praises you and encourages you with every breath.

You see, he is...large. Very large.

Before you, he stands in his true form, untouched by the Warp magic - for you love him as he truly is, natural and unaltered.

Though it can be a struggle to take him fully, he is endlessly patient.

He breathes heavily against your ear, his large, warm hands gliding over your thighs, his fingers brushing your flushed cheeks with tender reverence.

You're doing so well, my sweet...just a little more"

"You're so tight...It feels so good, my love"

Horus Lupercal

"For you, I would burn the stars and call it mercy"

He never hides his feelings - not with you.

In your embrace, he becomes what he was always meant to be: mighty, yet human; powerful, yet tender.

Horus wants to feel you with every part of his being.

His hands hold you tightly, as if he fears losing you, his kisses burning and urgent, filled with an almost painful devotion.

He moans your name, whispers how you drive him mad, how he can never get enough of you.

When he is with you, he forgets anything else - surrendering himself to you, just as he would one day surrender the stars at your feet.

Lorgar Aurelian

"Our love is a sacred flame - pure and holy"

He approaches intimacy with a heart full of reverence, yet weighed down by uncertainty.

At first, he tries to restrain himself, struggling to understand the depth of his own longing - how vital your closeness has become to him.

When he finally yields, his moans are soft, almost prayerful, slipping past his lips in waves of helpless devotion.

Still, shame flickers within him, and he tries again to quiet the storm, only to fail - again and again, drawn back to you.

It falls to you to remind him, in tender whispers, that between a devoted husband and wife, this union is no sin - but a sacred joy, a blessing to be embraced without fear.

Vulkan

"My strength was made to protect you...and to love you"

He doesn't restrain his feelings - on the contrary, he is sincere to the very core.

Every touch from Vulkan is filled with warmth and care; his moans are low and deep, like distant thunder, sweet and meant for your ears only.

He holds you as if you were the most precious treasure in the galaxy, even though his hands could crush mountains.

He whispers how much he loves you, how he trembles with every second spent in your arms - burning with passion, but never hurting you.

Alpharius/Omegon

"Two hearts. One soul. Yours forever"

During intimacy, it becomes especially easy to tell them apart.

Alpharius is more reserved with his emotions - he often buries his face against your neck, squeezing his eyes shut, too shy to let you see his expression.

Omegon, on the other hand, is the talkative one - he loves to praise you with a voice thick with heat and adoration.

"Darling, you're doing so well...taking both of us like you were made for it. Yes, made just for the two of us."

Corvus Corax

"In the silence between our breaths, I am yours"

He doesn't hold back, yet he isn't particularly loud.

He shows his pleasure through heavy breathing and soft, almost inaudible moans - not out of restraint, but simply because he is a quiet soul by nature.

And perhaps, deep down, he wants his sounds to be heard by you alone, his breath brushing against your heated, sensitive skin like a ghost's caress.

BONUS!

The God-Emperor of Mankind

"You are my light amidst endless darkness"

To the world, he is the unshakable master, majesty incarnate.

But in your arms, he lays down his golden crown, becoming only a man who loves his wife beyond measure.

He touches you with hands capable of commanding the stars, yet with a tenderness reserved for you alone.

His moans are rare, heavy, slipping past his lips when he loses himself in you, allowing a weakness he shows to no one else.

To humanity, he is a God.

To you - he is your man: loving, devoted, eternal

[thethronezone]

Let's say primarchs beloved has to marry someone else, which is going to be all objection during the wedding?

Would object: Lorgar, Fulgrim, Rogal, Magnus, Roboute, Lion, Vulkan, Horus

Would run away with their beloved before the wedding: Jaghatai, Leman

Would sabotage the wedding: Alpharius, Konrad, Perturabo

Would stay silent (even though it hurts): Ferrus, Mortarion, Sanguinius, Corvus, Angron

[nightscythe]

I didn’t realize I’m not the only person on the planet who wants to bone big men in power armor. That said, we all know Big E totally didn’t do anything weird with their genes, right? Right? Leman and Horus have a knot and no one can tell me otherwise.

i gaslighted myself for over a year into thinking no one else wanted to bone the large space men. don't worry. i thought about this in far to much detail. now seems like an opportune time to say i have never ever written about knotting before. but a friend of mine used to talk about it everyday when we were in sixth form. she was obsessed, so hopefully i captured her spirit

nsfw 18+, pre-heresy, unprotected sex // i threw another one into the mix. emps never would do anything weird, especially not to his sons

leman

he didn't mean to. but, throne, he loves you so much. his usual composure is lost when you're around, he's so desperate to be around you, with you, in you, that it's evitable. when he's got you undressed, when he's trying to be gentle, his hands are trembling and his body burns, your scent fills every one of his senses and refuses to let him go. his fingers sink into your flesh so easily, you fit against him perfectly - it was a match made by fate itself, wasn't it? it would never take long. he's behind you, your back arched, knees apart like the good little thing you are. you'd barely have time to adjust to his size before he starts to swell inside of you, your soft, velvety walls coaxing him into more. he snarls, shakes, growls as he feels it. i can't... his voice breaks as pushes his swollen cock inside of you. he's gasping. he's thinking of nothing other than you, how he needs you every day, in every way so fucking badly. i need... fuck... you're so... his growls turn soft. he whimpers, wounded, unravelling. his words are a mess and voice is barely considered a breath. love you, he croaks, his weight becoming apparent above you. fuck, i love you. he's so affectionate when he's a panting mess. he's so enamoured by you it may be hard to believe. fucking you is so much more to him than sex. so when it locks, when he's whining and groaning as he fills you, he's already thinking about more. he's above you, you're still full, but he's still aching for more. one slow thrust forward, sinking his knot deeper inside. his arms are around you, his breath is hot on your shoulder and you can feel his body twitching. one more? he pleads, begs, enthralled by how you milk him, never quite believing that you wanted him half as much as he needed you. i can't let you go. he means it. he's so drunk on the feeling, he thinks he'll lose you forever if he does.

horus

he's obsessed with you. possessive. utterly devoted. it's rough with him; always intimate, like you're drowning in him. he's so stuck on the idea of you being only his that sex is a ritual. so knotting? it's the next step. its something he plans, trains you for. makes you need it just as much as he does, crave the feeling of his knot swelling inside of you to the point you're begging him for it. for weeks. waits until your body aches for him, until you're laid out before him, sobbing and and pleading on your knees. all for him. one hand is around your throat. the other holds your hip. he fucks you like he's not had you with him for months, rocking his hips into you with a hunger that went further that just feeling. mine, he mutters, over and over. his hips stutter when he starts to feel it. he forces himself to stop so he can hear you say it. say you need to feel it. say you need to be knotted like a good little pet. when you do, he grins. he growls. holds you down as he fucks you harder. you take me so well. he can't take his hands off you. his teeth graze your soft flesh, his lips kiss you like its worship. for a second, he's vulnerable, his head dipping so his forehead rests against you as he prays that the universe would be so kind to let him have this forever. ruins you with his cock like it was his sole purpose. he's so absorbed in the feeling, in having you come again and again around him, that he doesn't even realise he's close until the last second. his body holds you down as he comes. its the only time you will ever hear him moan, his gruff and masculine exterior taken for just a second. no one else, he breathes, ragged and exhausted. no one other than me, yeah? he holds you after. he's so sensitive, he squeezes his eyes shut every time he feels you squirm, exhales sharply when he realises you're a complete mess over him. he commits the image to memory. it will get him through the worst of times, knowing he'd have you sitting here so patiently waiting for him. mine forever, aren't you? it's not a question. he tells you how perfect you are, how no one could ever make him feel like this other than you. no one had him other than you. he'd do anything to feel this at the end of every agonising day. don't leave me. ever. don't even think about it.

angron

he's never slow. yet when it came to you, he'd hesitate. especially with your heart. he struggled to come to terms with your feelings for him, let alone his own. the way you look at him is always what sets him off, those innocent eyes that search for him, the way your lips curl into a smile when you find him and you always tell him you love him. but there's another step after that, an entirely new stage. one where you look at him with the silent beg of how badly you want him, because you're his and always will be, because nothing will ever compared to him, and that's something he can never come back from. he holds you. your body's pressed against the nearest wall, one of his hands grasping both of yours as the other spreads your legs. he'd stop to appreciate them if he hadn't lost all sense of discipline. do you know what you do to me? he questions, words hissed. you can feel the way his hands start to shake, but he never lets go. how you make me want to ruin this precious body of yours? he's panting as his cock slips into you, hips stuttering, his teeth sinking into you and just scratching the surface of drawing blood. he leaves no part of you untouched. so good for me, aren't you? you can feel his cock in your throat. he's everywhere. no control, no sense, just the feeling of you embracing every one of his senses as he groans, roars, leaves the sound reverberating in your ribs. made for me, he growls, ready for me to break every time. the hand that isn't restricting you is teasing you. pleasuring you, wherever he knew you liked it best. he always remembered. you can give me more. i know you can. cry for me. let me see it. your sounds break him, send him down a spiral there's no return from. he shudders when it locks, holds onto you like you were the last thing keeping him alive. he's seething as he fills you. his cock, aching swollen, throbs, his body shakes, he holds you in place and never wants to let go of you. don't leave, he plead, never meaning just this moment. tell me you're mine, always. he keeps his arms around you, your back pressed against his chest, but he's a touch softer. say it, he continues, eyes closed as he listens to you breathe, say you're mine. hearing those words never gets old to him. he starts to feel the metallic taste on his lips, the tears threatening to spill, and he's reminded that salvation only comes from death, or from you.

wanted to post this earlier but i was ambushed by a wasp. neighbour has a nest directly opposite to my window. very fun. anyway, this hurt me in a good way

[solspina]

Rating primarchs based on how good of a boyfriend they would be

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Horus : 8/10

He’s a nice guy for the most part, very charismatic and though very goal focused he’s also kind and open to those he’s closest to. Outwardly, he’s very straightforward, stern, and absolutely ruthless to his enemies. There’s humanity within him though, and he won’t keep his friendly, loving demeanor away from those who deserve it. Find him at a celebratory event, drunk with Sanguinius, moments in which he’s full of nothing but laughter and love for his brothers and the one who stands beside him. His love language is quality time.

Leman Russ : 4/10 (negotiable)

Though he knows love, it seems to be quite strictly familial. He’s described often as ruthless and barbaric, naive and braggish. If you can put up with things like that, I’m sure he would be a fine boyfriend. Similarly enough though, he’s had many women try to court him all at once, and successfully. I can’t promise his loyalty if someone better looking comes along, as no one ever taught him the importance of that. Outside of the constant, lingering fear of replacement, he can have his caring and understanding moments, occasionally bringing you gifts from crusades and sieges on other planets. Maybe his loyalty to the emperor would apply to his lover too, if you tell him what it means to you. His love language is gift giving.

Ferrus Manus : 7/10

Rage is his fatal flaw if we’re being honest. Not towards you, but towards battle. Toward you I imagine he would be more straightforward and honest, though trustworthy and strong willed to make your relationship work. Loyalty will never ever ever be an issue with him, but it seems like he spends more time with war and battle than he does you. He spends time with you when he can, though, and he truly does care. Points off for his temper. He gave his brothers personalized gifts, and i’m sure he would go through many lengths to do the same for you. His love language is gift giving.

Fulgrim: 6/10

He’s constantly trying to be perfect, and he wants whoever he’s with to be perfect too. A lot of the time, it gets to his head. He can be incredibly ignorant quite often, and isn’t very considerate of your feelings. You’re more of an idol to him, a model. You’re human, so he sees you as perfect, something he and his people should strive to be like. Youre idealized, and under rose tinted lenses, this looks a lot like love… Lots of acts of service and gift giving.

Vulkan : 10/10

The only man you will ever need point blank period. He’s patient, he’s empathetic, he’s kind, he’s humane. He’s incredibly easy to love, and he truly is beloved. The Salamanders love you too, sometimes listening to your commands as if they were his. You’re respected as long as you’re under his arm. He wants to understand the way humans feel, especially understand the reason they wrap their arms around each other and sleep with their bodies entwined at night. His love language is physical touch.

Rogal Dorn : 6/10

He’s incredibly loyal, and also incredibly honest, but his seriousness can get in the way sometimes. You love him, very much, but there are times you get into petty arguments and he has to go consult Horus and Sanguinius for advice on what to do. He’s also very reserved at times, a lot like a single dad who’s just doing his best to keep his job and go about his day. Acts of service would be his love language.

Roboute Guilliman : 9/10

Guilliman is a great boyfriend, a great tactician, a great warrior, all of the above. The only reason i’d take a point off is because I believe he may be a little arrogant at times. He believes that his way is the right way, but he’s usually willing to listen to you and your concerns. He’s incredibly intelligent, very sympathetic and understanding of human trials and concerns, and he’s a lot like we are modern times. I think he would look for comfort in a significant other, and his love language is likely acts of service.

Magnus the Red : 3/10

Another man that I don’t recommend being with. He’s more arrogant than Fulgrim. When I said Guilliman believes his way is the right way, Magnus takes it a step up. He thinks he’s ALWAYS right. He cares, and he means well, but he’s way too much to put up with. Highly manipulative and self absorbed, don’t put yourself in that situation. He values knowledge more than he does you.

Sanguinius : 10/10

Besides the fact he’s a vampire, you’re probably the most safe with him. He genuinely cares for you and your well-being, and sleeping next to him at night with his wing draped over you is an absolute dream in a universe plagued by war. His sons may fall to their bloodthirst when they’re on the home ship, and Sanguinius is fast to wrap himself around his human partner and protect them from any and all harm. You hold him through his sorrow every time a mass of humans or his sons lose their lives, and you watch him kneel to offer you his loyalty and unconditional love rather than you offering it to him. He gives both physical touch and words of affirmation.

Lion El’Jonson : 7/10

Of course he has his moments where he can come off as aloof and paranoid, but that’s for the most part only on the battlefield. Outside, he’s incredibly charming and charismatic, but in a noble way. When his paranoia gets to him after an argument, he seeks out Sanguinius and Horus for advice, wanting nothing more to fix your relationship and solve whatever went wrong. He become more secretive as time goes on, but old habits die hard. I believe he’d offer acts of service.

Perturabo : 6/10

He’s incredibly smart, but finds relating to you and your human tendencies incredibly difficult. His moods can shift and change rapidly and violently, but I believe he means you no true harm. He would never hurt you intentionally, often opting to back away and give himself space, sometimes for days. He never returns to you without a mechanically engineered gift, though, one of his design. Alongside a very gentle hug and a conversation about how you care about him, what he loves. You love him, not for his usefulness to the emperor, but for him. His love language is definitely gift giving.

Mortarion : 8/10

He’s very confused as to why you would choose him. He’s disgusting, an abomination, he hated everything from psykers to his oppressors, what did anything matter if he would be left to the mercy of another oppressor anyways? All thoughts he had until he met you. He was cold and hateful to you at first, untrusting, and yet you showed him kindness. You showed him kindness over and over again. For once, it wasn’t just a one time thing. You’re the only thing in this universe who sees him as more than a warlord, more than the embodiment of death itself, so for you he has a soft spot. He hates the idea of having a human curl up next to him, absorbing his warmth and disease alike… and yet you do. You remind him that his touch is not deadly, and he too is capable of humanity. He will be more considerate of his decisions, because for once, something matters. His love language is physical touch, because he’s been deprived for so long, you’re the only one who allows him that piece of humanity.

Lorgar : 5/10

Does he love you? Does he not? No… He needs you… Maybe he just needs space actually.He loves you, he really does, and by god he tries his best, but when you’re as impulsive and indecisive as he is, it’s hard to know sometimes. If you’re okay with it working 50% of the time, maybe more maybe less, I’m sure you’ll be fine. His love language is… uh… well?

Jaghatai Khan : 7/10

Loyal, decently humble, and a relatively peaceful man. Outside of war, he has potential to be great to you. When war is his focus, however. Expect no attention, he’s a fierce warrior and needs to focus on his allegiance to the emperor, that’s what comes first. You follow very closely after, though! He’s quick to praise you for the things you do well and gently remind you of a better course of action when it comes to the things you don’t do too well. Acts of service enjoyer.

Konrad Curze : 2/10

DO NOT DATE THIS MAN. Konrad is a walking red flag. The self loathing, the anger, the angst, the general belief in humanity as a fallacy. He’s also incredibly violent, and may cause you serious harm if you ever managed to anger him. He’s a primarch, and you’re a human. Don’t you dare piss him off. I don’t know why anyone would realistically want that. Please continue to paint him as mean angry babygirl with a soft spot in your fics though. If you think you can fix him, you can’t. The emperor already tried.

Angron : 4/10

Before his conversion to chaos, Angron would’ve been a great boyfriend if we’re being honest. He was kind, compassionate, encouraging. He loved you when you were enslaved beside him, but once he became a primarch and lost everything, his beloved included, he became one of the most ruthless and cruel people out there until he succumbed to Khorne. He doesn’t remember you. His love language was words of affirmation.

Corvus Corax : 4/10

A very melancholic and depressed primarch. He’s very angsty and honestly a major drag to be around. He and Konrad, i feel like, would be better boyfriends to each other than either of them would be to you. Corvus isn’t as violent as Konrad, but he definitely carries on the hatred, the sorrow, and the bitterness. He’s also very sensitive, so expect to be met with either violence or a breakdown if you try to leave. 2 extra points because you may get to keep your life, his love language is words of affirmation, always followed by self deprecation.

Alpharius Omegon : 7/10

He’s they’re a great boyfriend to be honest, though very secretive, and that raises many questions. You don’t know that there are two of them. It’s a secret, not even one that you’re allowed to know the answer to. Alpharius is obviously the more dominant brother, the one who you think has a soft side. He doesn’t. That’s not him, that’s Omegon. Omegon is much more gentle, quiet, and quite honestly a little more touchy. Why? because you make him feel seen. Alpharius is used to the spotlight, so giving him every ounce of your attention feels like the usual, though he still enjoys it very much. Alpharius expresses love through acts of service and gift giving, while Omegon expresses love through words of affirmation and quality time. They make up for everything the other lacks, as long as you don’t know the massive secret they’re keeping from you…

[druidwolf21]

Prey drive

Leman russ/ reader

A playful joke turns into something darker

Or

A reminder that primarchs aren't quite human

(not proof read as always)

Tw: predator/prey dynamic, mild threat, sexual content,very fluffy ending

Tags:Tags: @beckyninja @moodymisty @thisuserislilsilly @jaghatai-khock @echo-of-damnation @laura-naruto-fan1998 @lemon-russ @astrohymn @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @incrediblethirst @kit-williams @iluminatka16 @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond @absynthe-mind

Thick coarse hair tickled your nose as you buried yourself among the pile of heavy furs, Grey and auburn strands rubbing against your skin as you slid beneath the huge oaken bedframe.

Muffling your laugh, you shuffled until you were completely enveloped under the tanned hides. The sound of approaching feet grew louder until your chamber door was thrown open with a loud bang. You clasped your hand over your mouth, a fit of silent giggles wracking your body as a pair of leather boots appear next to you, still splattered with mud and melting snow.

"Little wolf? I know you are here"

You watched as the boots slowly stepped around the bed, the floor groaning under each heavy footfall as they paced. A sharp inhale of air, and then the voice chuckled.

"Do you think you are clever? Your scent is still fresh, feilan"

A shiver ran through as he spoke. Deep and rich, the fenrisian drawl added a roughened edge to his words as Leman Russ stalked around the bed.

"Hiding from me is not a wise move"

With a squeal, large hands grabbed your ankles and hauled you out from your cover, dragging you along the cool floor.

"Not when I enjoy the hunt"

You kicked out, his fingers falling away from you with unexpected ease as you scrambled to your feet and shot off, rolling over the bed and landing on the other side as you spun to face him.

"How was your venture, my lord" you asked innocently, biting back your laughter as you watched him cock his head, his icy blue eyes trained on you.

"It went very well. we killed the beast with ease, as expected" he hummed. You could see tension in his body, even beneath the leather shirt and thick fur coat. His hands clenching and unclenching into fists as he stepped towards you only to pause as you matched his movement and stepped back.

"This is not a game you want to play, little wolf"

A shiver racked up your spine as he spoke, his voice dangerously low, almost a threat. The adrenaline from his hunt was still pumping through his taught muscle as he took another step forward, growling softly as, once again you stepped away.

"And why not?" You questioned, feigning boredom as you tugged at a loose string on your tunic, enjoying the rumble that emanated from the wolf kings chest.

"I won't be able to hold back"

He raised his hand in a calming motion as he saw your eyes dart to the open door and back to him.

"Don't. Run." He warned, chest heaving in massive breaths as he fought to maintain control.

Too late

Flashing a bright grin you leapt forward, ducking under his arm as you sprinted out the door and down the stone hall of the fang. The hair on your neck prickled as the primarch snarled, his thundering steps quickly gaining. Eyes darting back and forward you skidded round a corner, feeling his fingers brush against your shoulder as you slid into a serf access corridor, too small for an Astartes, let alone the mass of muscle and sinew that made up a primarch.

You turned on your heels, a shout of triumph on your lips to goad your hunter.

"What's wrong, Leman, can't you catc-"

You fell back with a shriek as leman slammed into the wall. Roaring, he reached him arm into the shaft, clawing towards you as his other hand ripped into the wall, tearing cement and brick away in his fervour. His eyes dark and long canines bared as his fingers brushed your cheek, desperately aching to catch his prey.

Wet heat trickled down your face from the contact, a thin red ichor that spurred him on. Your nerves were on fire, blood rushing through your veins as your body screamed at you to run. Run fast and far, get away before he catches you.

You stumbled further away from the entrance, trying to slow your heartbeat. The great wolf howled as you stepped beyond his grasp, before eyeing the service shaft and bolting away.

Crap

The aett was his home, he knew this place better than he knew himself.

Your eyes wandered to the clawed gouges in the wall. Deep and ragged, he had shattered stone and rendered metal apart in his outrage. Wiping away the blood from your cheek with a shuddering breath you took off, weaving through the tunnels until your lungs burned from the exertion, only stopping when you found a small door of rusted steel propped open by a forgetful serf.

Peering out you eyed up your next escape.

The corridor had led you to the main hall of the fang. Beneath giant, sloping ceilings a warm, stoked fire burned hot and high in the ancient carved fireplace. A few space wolves lounged on great oaken benches, nursing flagons of potent mjord as they relaxed in the warmth, some still splattered with blood from their earlier hunt or displaying new scars to their brothers.

You stepped through the door, cringing as the hinges squeaked and groaned under the movement. Wincing you looked about, feeling the heavy weighted stare of the space wolves all turn to you.

"What are you doing here so late, My lady" one drawls through a fanged grin. "Come to celebrate our success?" He brothers laugh, raising their drinks in a toast.

"Maybe later, lieutenant Halric. Im a little preoccupied right now"

Halric's amber eyes lingered on the trickle of red slowly weaving down your face, His smile widening as a young blood claw scented the air before whispering in his ear.

"Aaah I see. Trying to outrun the wolf are you, little rabbit?"

You grinned back, a biting response on your tongue to put the Astartes back in his place.

Boom

The pack hollered and howled as Leman Russ barrelled into the hall through the main doors, nostrils flared and mouth pulled back in a snarl as he casts his gaze about. The frozen winds of fenris whipping his hair about him as he lumbers in from outside, snow already melting from his broad shoulders.

"There you are"

"Run My lady!" Halric crowed as the primarch sprinted towards you, fueled by his son's cheers.

Your legs start moving before you realise, pushed forward by adrenaline as the mountain of fang and muscle gallops towards you.

Thoughts a tumbling mess as your blood hammered in your ear, you found yourself backed into a corner. The hall fell silent as Russ stepped up to you, tension thick in the air as he swept a finger through the bloody streak on your face, rubbing it between his fore finger and thumb as he looked down at you silently.

"Game over, little one" he grumbled, pupils still blown and fingers curled as he ran his bloodied fingers across his lip. Your chest was tight, muscles aching and your vision blurred as you stood in his shadow.

He wouldn't hurt you

Would never hurt you.

But the familiar look in his eye was gone, replaced by raw instinct.

And every fibre of your body was screaming at you, begging you to get away.

Dropping, you scrambled between his legs and tumbled towards the open door, ignoring the concerned shout of the space wolves as you vanished into the fenrisian forest.

"Skitja" A young blooded rose to his feet, cussing as you vanish whilst his father stood watching.

"Stay out of it" growled his brother, forcing him to his seat as he gestured at their father. "This isn't your hunt." The Bloodclaw glanced between the primarch and the door, staring as your figure dissolved into the white flurry.

"She could get lost out there" he huffed, looking about the astartes.

Halric laughed, clapping the young warrior on the shoulder as he climbed to his feet, his flagon held high to his primarch.

"Øjor va Russ!'" he bellowed, the pack chanting with him, slamming their fists on the table. "Glory to Russ!"

With a deep, bellowing laugh, Russ ran after you, your scent fresh in his mind as he inhaled the fridged wind. The thrill of the hunt pushing him forward through the night as he picked up your trail.

"If you want to get between father and his prey, be my guest" the lieutenant groaned, returning to his seat and swiping another mug from the tabletop as his lord vanished into the night.

"But trust me, she's only as lost as he wants her to be"

You clutched your tunic to your body, the steel blue wool whipping against your skin in the storm. The lining of warm wolf fur kept the worst of the cold at bay, but couldn't stop it biting at your fingers and nipping your face.

Darkness was settling in quickly around you as the sun began to sink below the horizon. The snow was cold against your legs and ice cling to you as you sprinted through the thickening treeline.

The air burned your lungs with each clouded breath as you slowed, turning about in confusion. The warm light of the Aett was lost, hidden behind thick, snow laden boughs of arching trees, leaving you surrounded by darkening shadows.

Crystal flakes danced in the air, spinning slowly as a new fear crept in.

Lost in the quiet forest of the frozen death world.

Crack

You jumped at the sound as it splintered the silence. The darkness between the trees offering no respite as you peered through the gnarled trunks for the sound source.

"Leman! I know you're out there" you barked, the quiver in your voice betraying you as you tried to straighten yourself against the bitter wind. Nerves frayed and your anxiety at its peak, you flinched at the rolling laugh that echoed from the depths of the woods.

"I warned you little wolf, that you wouldn't like this game"

"I promise I won't run" you gasp backing up against a twisted oak and pressing yourself against its coarse bark in a pitiful attempt of cover.

The wet crunch of fallen pine needles beneath heavy boots had you spinning, ears straining and eye wide as you desperately searched the undergrowth and recoiling as a pair of bright, moonlit eyes appeared through the cover.

"Oh? But I rather like it when you do"

A spray of wet slurry kicked around you as you balked, caving into intuitive pressure as Leman tore free from the underbrush.

Too slow

His bruising grip clutched at your shoulder and with a strangled shriek, you were wretched backwards, slamming into his solid frame, clawing at his forearm in mad panic as he held you against him.

With a triumphant yell, the Primarch flipped you onto your back, towering over you as you shuddered. A large calloused hand rested either side of your hips as he looked down at you, his wide blue eyes trailing over your frame as he bared his canines as a large smile spread across his face.

Laying stunned beneath him, listening to the bellow of his lungs as his breath began to even out, you watched as he slowly clawed back control of himself. His iris' still swamped by his pupils as his gaze flicked over your face, lingering on the cut furrowed through your cheek.

"You scared the shit out of me" you whispered, heart still pounding as you tentatively reaching for his face. His jaw tensed when you ran your fingers through his stubble, before relaxing under your touch.

"I know" he muttered, sweeping his thumb across your cheek.

Russ leant down, pressing his face against your neck and inhaling your scent.

"I couldn't help it" he whispered against you skin as his hands moved to grip your waist, kneading into the soft plush of your hip.

You sighed as his lips moved across your throat. Titling your head, you ran your hands through his blonde hair, tangling in a braid as you pulled him towards you. He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your jaw.

"But I think you enjoyed it"

The primarch's breath was hot on your skin as his hand danced across the waistband of your trousers, now soaked with melting snow. You felt his lips curl in a smirk as he snuck below the fabric, sliding towards your core.

"I could hear your heart beating" he muttered as he ran a finger through your growing slick, coating the digit before pressing it softly against your clit. "Like a frightened little rabbit"

You crooned at the touch, arching your back towards him as he rubbed circles across your sensitive bud.

"And look at you now"

His lips crashed into yours as you writhed under his touch. He tasted wild and fresh, smoke, spice and pine overwhelming you as he ran his tongue across your lips before pushing in to taste you. You moaned into the kiss as he slid a finger inside your cunt, curling against the soft spot that made your eyes roll whilst his thumb rubbed against your clit.

"L-eman" you gasped, clawing at his shoulders as his mouth suckled against your collar, nipping and marring the skin. "Fuck I'm gonna-"

You cried out as you came, your legs shaking as Russ kept stroking your walls through your orgasm. You fell back panting as the wolf wretched the furs over his head and tossed them to the snow before ripping your tunic away. Your fingers tangled through his blonde locks as he wretched down your trousers and mouthed at your wet cunt, lapping at your slick as his calloused palms held your legs open.

"Too much" you whined, tugging on his hair as you twitched.

"We eat what we catch on Fenris" he growled, his nose brushing your overworked clit as he devoured you,

"Please, leman I cant~"

You sobbed as his tongue lathed over the pussy, thrusting into your soaked hole before twisting around your nub, building you back towards a crescendo. Russ grinned against your skin, nipping your thigh as he wrung another orgasm from your shaking body.

Leman leaned back on his knees, admiring his work as you shuddered and gasped before tugging down his own trousers. Palming his length, he leant over you again, nudging his leaking tip against your entrance.

"I've earned my prize, don't you think"

Sparks danced behind your eyelids at his size as he pushed forward, laying his hips flush to yours in one smooth movement. Your walls burned with excursion at his girth as he stretched you around his cock, your muscles twitching as they adjusted.

"Pretty little cunt takes me so well" he crooned,stroking your hips as he pulled your ass against his thighs, your legs resting against his scarred abs. With excruciating slowness he dragged himself out of your pussy, before thrusting the full length back in. You arched against the floor as he rutted into you, dragging his tip against your g spot with each luxurious clash of his hips against yours.

He leant forward, pushing you ankles by your ears. With mouth gaping open, breathy moans fell from your lips as your walls fluttered around him, squeezing his cock. You smirked slightly as he growled in fenrisian, his teeth grazing your neck as you clenched around him.

"Do you like that, my wolf" you breathed, dragging your nails down his shoulders as you clenched around him again.

"Do you like claiming this little Cunt as your prize"

With a snarl, Russ flipped you over, pushing your face down his fur coat as he held your hips in the air before slamming back in.

"I think I do" he rumbled in your ear, marking your shoulder as he fucked into you. Tears flowed freely as you, staining the bristly fur as pleasure clouded your mind.

"And I think you like knowing that my whole pack knows what I do to you, woman"

"Fuck Leman" you cried, reaching back to claw at your thigh as you knot in your gut snapped. You threw your head back as you choked, your orgasm ripping through your body.

"Like a bitch in heat" the wolf huffed, his own thrusts becoming irregular. You flushed at his words, the wet sound of your cum squelching around his member loud in your ears.

You bit your lip and crushed your eyes shut, fighting for control of your body as it turned to mush beneath his touch. His fingers dancex across every sensitive nerve and tender muscle sending ripples of pleasure through you.

"please" you whimpered.

With a broken groan leman came, pushing himself deep inside your dripping cunt as he filled you with hot spend. His hips jerked as he twitched, shooting hot ropes against your fluttering walls, spoiling out around him and dripping into the melting snow below.

As he pulled out, you collapsed onto the fur coat, groaning as you began to feel the ache. He chuckled lowly as he ran a warm, calloused hand down your back towards your ass, spreading you apart as he watched his spend drip from between your legs.

"Now that's a pretty sight" he rumbled, patting your backside before rising to his feet.

You remained silent as he gathered you in his arms, pulling you close to his bare chest. Pressing your head against the soft hair of his pec, you listened to the rhythm of his dual hearts as they echoed through his muscled chest. Absentmindedly running your hand along the map of scars along his breast you looked up to find him watching you, startling softness in his expression.

"What?"

He shook his head, clutching you close as he strode through the dark forest. His lungs sounded like billows through his ribs as he powered through the glittering snow, the light of the fang already in view.

"Leman, what?"

His blue eyes remained trained ahead as he responded.

"Just think I should make you a true mother to my sons"

He paused as he approached the doors to the Aett, the space wolves pack already howling as laughing as you approached.

"Marry me"

Your jaw dropped, fingers freezing as he set you on your feet with the heavy wet fur draped over your shoulder. You watched, dumbstruck as he dropped to his knee in front of you, taking your hand and dwarfing it in his own grip.

"Marry me" he said again.

The pack fell silent behind you, a single breath unheard as everyone waited for your response.

"I will"

There are no wolves in Fenris, is how the saying goes. But that night, in the light of a full moon, admit the soft silent fall of fresh snow, the Fang was alive with a thousand howls as the wolves sang for their king.

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How would each primemarch be if their wife is pregnant with their child?

No real warnings for this one other than pregnancy Lion: He's as cool as ever on the outside but he's secretly a mess on the inside. The lion is not the kind to be very open with his emotions so to some (Of the few who actually know) it might seem he has no feelings at all about his wife carrying his progeny. However those who know him better notice how close he keeps you from the start. He's not going to allow anything to happen to his beautiful lioness. 2: Went out for milk and didn't come back. Fulgrim: "Oh have you heard? My darling wife is with child." This man could not be anymore different, he makes sure everyone knows and is appropriately excited. After all how could they not be? He was going to have a child that was truly his own. He parades you about in clothes that show your progressive belly and he makes a show of rubbing it in. Not even his most beloved brother Ferrus is spared. Well to be fair Ferrus is especially the target of the pheonicians excitement.

Perturabo: He is quietly delighted his giant hands have never been so gentle. His honor guard becomes yours for the whole duration, not that they weren't ordered to keep you safe as well, but now they are especially vigilant. He doesn't make a fuss about it outwardly but the nursery soon fills with tiny marvels of engineering for your future child.

Jaghatai: He's also quiet about it, but he's always been a bit aloof about his brother. But in private he is incredibly happy, practically worshiping your body. Making sure you only have the best food. He's a very dedicated husband and soon to be father.

Leman: Is boastful about it. But also very vigilant. He's not letting you out of his sight so long as you've got his pup in your womb. He keeps you warm on cold nights as he refuses to let his child be born anywhere but on Fenris so you do have to suffer the biting cold. Don't worry though, you'll have more furs than you can shake a stick at to keep you comfortable.

Rogal:

No one even knew you were pregnant until the kid came. Though their were signs, kinda, like every place you stepped foot in having even more recent additions to the defenses. His best sons being put on guard duty. A rare quiet smile on his contemplative face and stern face. His apothecaries are the only ones not completely shocked.

Curze:

Oh boy if he was a mess before?... Hes actually quite mellow for most of the pregnancy, of course that is once he's established paternity. It's not that he doubts you, it's that there are other men on his ship and he can't trust them. He holds you even closer now at night. Whispering feverish, yet loving inanities to you. His hard bitter laugh has a softer edge to it now. Could it be that he might finally have two good things in his life to bring his mind out of the darkness?

Sanguinius: I'm saying it now, he started trying early, as soon as the ring was on your finger. Sanguinius loves his sons and that love is only amplifies for the child growing in your womb. But along with that love is a terrible anxiety, what if the child is touched by his thirst, doomed to live with the curse as he and his other children are? He'll love them all the same absolutely nothing will change that. And he somehow loves you even more for this gift of life you are creating with him.

Ferrus: His massive metal hands hold you so gently when you give him the news. He has so much to do, and so much to be. Now he must also be a real father, not only to his astartes, but to a small bundle of life that will share half of his dna. Should he tell anyone? Fulgrim? His father? Ferrus feels very real uncertainty about it. He will tell no one, he decides and puts an even more robust guard around you at all times unless you are with him, in his arms. It becomes the safest place in universe just for you.

11: Went out for smokes and didn't come back.

Angron: How did this even happen? Most people assumed your marriage to this giant butcher was all for show. But no, he is your husband and despite his moments of temporary insanity at the clawing of nails in his brain, he managed to do it. He won't touch you unfortunately. Despite his general disposition about things he does not hate you, and his fear of the nails keeps his hands at bay. No matter how much you plead. He will not risk the life of his child. In his moments of clarity you hold his hand, and kiss it, he tells you he loves you. You alone in the universe as he twitches at the biting of the nails. Maybe he will go back to perturabo and finally allow his brother to aid him. For your sake and for your child.

Roboute: Also quite hush hush about the pregnancy, he journals the whole experience, and builds the nursery with his own hands, putting his own little touches on the place. His hearts swell with delight every time he thinks about it. He holds you in his arms as he picks the handcrafted animals that will go into the rooms. He thanks you softly for allowing him to have this experience. He also has the whole timeline planned out for the pregnancy, you let him have it despite knowing that these things hardly ever go exactly according to plan.

Mortarion: Is this even allowed? Is what he keeps thinking to himself, but he is happy. Fearful as well as you progress, what if he ends up being like the awful monster that raised him? Or even like his own father. He vows to not be those men, he promises to you over and over that he will be the best father. On his knees, he swears to you. He loves you so much and his love your child as well.

Magnus: As soon as you tell him that you're with child he begins divining. Looking into the potential futures to ensure his child's safety. He messages you with his collection of scented oils as he tells you of the endless futures he's seen. He loves to touch you, to feel the aura of his little one growing inside you. He'll know them better than even you by the time they're born. His sons are just as joyful about all this, but do come up with some wild concerns that you never even considered. Magnus puts all theirs worries and yours to rest, telling you hes seen what may happen and will not allow any negatives to come to pass. He is arrogant, for sure, but it does make your fears less.

Horus: He couldn't have kept it under wraps even if he tried. His sons soon learn from the mournival and now every lunar wolf is on high alert to keep you safe. Even Ezekiel, those that's on orders from his primarch. Horus spends as much time as he is able with you. He's glad to be a father, a true father, fulfilling his unspoken desires at long last. He treats you like a queen, and you are never far from his side. As he speaks soft words of love to you and kisses your hands and cheeks.

Lorgar: Lorgar looks at you as if you hung the stars yourself when you tell him. He dedicates himself to you throughout the whole process, at you beck and call the whole time. He acquires for you the most luxurious things he can to pamper you. Most of your evenings are spent with him massaging you with lotions or oils as her tells you tales from his compliances. He adores you so much. Vulkan: He is likely the most outwardly expressive with his delight. Not boasting or bragging but delightedly sharing the good news with his family. It's a nice feeling, to be so openly praised by a primarch. He, like many of this other builder brothers makes toys for his soon to arrive child. He's attentive, maybe even a bit smothering. But it's all to ensure that you are happy and well. His sons are also over the moon at the news, there much beloved legion mother carrying their brother or sister. You will certainly be very safe and loved, that's for sure.

Corvus: He might tell a few of his brothers and his father, but other than that he keeps it a rather private affair. He will of course keep you close and when he is unable will have a silent guard keeping an eye on your every move to ensure your safety. At night when he holds you, he will sing you to sleep with his soft mellow voice. His dark eyes scanning the shadows for any movement. He will keep you and his little chick safe in his nest. Alpharius/Omegon: The question is who's the father? True they are twins of a sort, technically two halves of what would have been one being. But still. Either way, no one but the three of you will even know until the baby comes and even then it's largely going to be a rumor. You are well cared for as you always are, but the two fathers will ensure that regardless, nothing happens and no one knows.

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Whose Problem Is It When the Primarchs Fall in Love? Pt.1

note: this was meant to be crack-ish but I sniffed some angst powder so some of these came out angstier than expected. also for anyone who sent requests, I'm working on them family problems and school are just getting in the way <33

Lion - It’s his problem. On the outside nothing is wrong everything is fine but on the inside everything is wrong and everything is NOT fine but you wouldn’t notice anything is going on. For Lion, falling in love involves a lot of self-discovery and constant repression. It’s all internal and his resting bitch face isn’t helping.

Unnamed Primarch #2 - You got erased out of existence too.

Fulgrim - On everybody’s soul, especially Ferrus Manus’ it’s EVERYONE’S problem. Not even the Chaos Gods and Empy are safe! This man right here has so many unaddressed self-worth issues that he constantly feels the need to have someone to validate his acts of courting before even doing the thing. 

Perturabo -  Its everyone’s problem. Not unlike Fulgrim, Perturabo has so many unaddressed self-worth issues and feels the need for validation but unlike Fulgrim, its all out in the open. He’s already bitter about a lot of things and if he falls in love it wouldn’t be surprising if he’s already given up on pursuing that person. You’d be something he deems out of his reach, someone not even worth reaching because the rejection is in his mind guaranteed. He’s bitter towards you, loving hating everything you do and say. If you express any sort of positive reaction towards any of his gene-sons his ire towards that specific astartes worsens. The worst part? If your feelings towards Perturabo are reciprocated you’d have difficulty reaching him with him practically pushing you away. Please be patient with him, his heart is fragile.

Jaghatai Khan - Problem? There’s no problem! Genuinely, if this guy falls in love there wouldn’t be an issue because he’s in tune with his emotions and doesn’t have a penchant for skinning people alive (sorry Konrad). The closest thing this man would have to a problem when falling in love is the issue of courting. Chogoris courting norms involve matchmakers, families and of course bride-prices and dowries. If you aren’t from Chogoris he’ll try his best to follow the equivalent of/mix Chogorian traditions in courting. Either way, it’s less of a problem and more of a brief logistical headache at most. 10/10 would marry him tbh

Leman Russ - It's your problem.  He's enthusiastic about it and so is his entire legion. Thats a lot of wingmen and they're probably singing the Fenrisian equivalent of kiss the girl every chance they get. It's very endearing to be honest but the eagerness borders being overbearing.

Rogal Dorn - Dorn falling in love only affects 3 parties, you, him and his Iron Fists. Out of the 3 parties, Dorn falling in love is only disastrous to 2, the Fists and him. Dorn’s acts of affection are quiet, and if you aren’t aware of his affection these acts are easy to miss. It doesn’t help that a painted brick has more self-expression than this man. Pair that with not wanting to be improper this results in what he deems romantic and not lacking in proprietary  (He helped you landscape and design your garden). Now, the Fists come into play here by being Dorn’s feedback loop of ideas and internal turmoil that more often than not involves building things. The Fists don’t really mind but they are a bit miffed about fortifying your house or something when they could be something that they believe is more effective.

Konrad Curze - Its your problem and his problem. Look, this man is a murderous mess that's haunted by the visions of the terrible future if he falls in love he’d hate himself for doing so because it feels wrong. Positive emotions and experiences are foreign to him, so for Konrad love is something he feels he is entirely undeserving of and is just waiting for the ball to drop. In all honestly, he expects you to die or be the subject of his terrible visions so he immediately expects the worse and resigns himself to watching you from a distance. As this is all internal no one knows what’s going on with Konrad other than his usual Konradness so imagine the terror of being constantly watched by the Night Haunter with no clue on what drew his attention in the first place. 

Sanguinius - It’s his problem but he like all his problems its ignored and repressed. Sanguinius tries to deny the fact that he’s fallen in love for numerous reasons, including The Red Thirst and his impending doom. Also, a part of Sanguinius fears rejection, or at least a form of it. He’s beloved and he knows it but to be loved in the way that someone seeks to know all of him feels impossible. He is loved as an idol, a figure of all that is and could be good and that he’d come to accept. Being truly loved is a dream to him, a dream he holds close to his heart and something he’d take to his grave.

 Ferrus Manus - It's your problem because this man is like a rock. Feelings? What’s that? It’s not that Ferrus is unfeeling, in fact I feel like he’s one of the Primarchs who fall in love the easiest but when he falls in love he doesn’t know how to categorize that person exactly. He is fond, sure, but he can’t put a finger on how fond he is so he puts you in the my-favorite-people box with Fulgim. Basically,  he shoots himself in the foot early on by putting you in the friend zone without realising it. Good luck falling first with this guy, its slow-burn pining with a metal wall for you.