#malcemps

[wolf-tail]

[stlptr]

[diabolicalevil]

big E and malcador are truly the funniest relationship in 40k. theyre married, theyre bros, theyre coworkers in way too deep and theyre each others greatest enemies. thank god belisarius cawl was not present for 30k that throuple wouldve destroyed galaxies

[vveltergeist]

Im not even in the MalcEmps boat (cheers to you if you are, tho) but that scene where Lorgar bitch slaps Malcador HARD - like power armor Hard - and even Guilliman thinks he's dead and then the old prune just dusts himself off and the Emperor fucking manifests! Like a sudden strike of lightning and dresses down the choir boy. Yeah there's no heterosexual explanation for that one

[lolipop1920art]

Malcador/Erda when choosing Neoth to be their partner

[yesthe-artblog]

(og image below)

[sorormaior]

malcemps isn’t really a ship i think about but i do like the idea of it being. like the cradle robber bit from wwdits 2014

yknow?

[mosswalk]

MalcEmps - Lazy

MDNI - This one is piping hot and explicit as all hell. It has old man yaoi. It can and will awaken something in you if you’re not mature enough, and you don’t want that. Shoo.

Word count: 1476

Warnings: None at all, this is soft, sweet, and wholesome sex.

Summary: A lazy Sunday morning between the Emperor and Malcador.

Once again, I think this was a bit too short and out of context to fit on AO3, so you guys get it. Maybe someday I'll compile them into a whole thing and post it, I dunno.

Enjoy I guess.

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The sun was rising outside, he could tell even through closed eyes. His sense of time was immaculate. Even so, he couldn't find a reason to give a damn about it at present, breathing slowly and evenly as he lay on the bed. He was on his front, having moved sometime during the night, and for once he was directly on the bed and not on top of his lover.

But he could feel Him nearby, the sheer radiation of warmth and golden light a constant companion with the Emperor. Even Malcador himself could feel the light. More than that, he could feel the giant's psychic presence; a thrum of thoughts and vibration of power. It was strangely calming, a reassurance that he wasn't alone.

Something warm and soft nuzzled against his back, followed by something wet and warm. A tongue, which in most other circumstances would've prompted a moan or a groan with how the smug bastard used it. But not this time. It was slow, methodical, an act of affection rather than lust or desire. So, it was a slow morning then. He wasn't about to complain.

"Mm… good morning to you too," Malcador mumbled, face half-hidden against the pillow and behind the cascade of white hair around him. There was a gentle purr behind him and another gentle, slow lick over his shoulder. A large body settled halfway on top of him as he was practically bathed in bed this slow, lazy morning. Not an uncommon occurrence, honestly. The Emperor had His occasional oddity, and one of them was this.

"Mmm…" came the rumble in response. Instead of a lick there was a kiss this time, and another, slow and sweet over the Sigillite's skin.

"It's too early for this…" Malcador complained weakly. It wasn't a real complaint, it had no vitriol or annoyance behind it. He got another rumble as a reponse, another few kisses, a gentle lick over the back of his neck, the top of his spine. It was nice, really, to be treated like this.

For all His intensity and passion, He could be so very gentle and affectionate, like a large cat. He even purred like one. Such behaviour was strictly for private moments like these, away from prying eyes. These moments were for Malcador alone and he would be such a liar if he said he didn't cherish each and every single one of them.

Another long, gentle lick up along his back had Malcador arching with a soft sigh and a shiver. He didn't move to stop Him or get up from his perfectly good spot, happy to remain right here. A large, affectionate face nuzzled against his skin and up into his hair, the back of his neck, placing little kisses there.

"Neoth… it's too early," Malcador whined slightly. Teeth grazed his skin and nipped him for a moment, placing a soft kiss as an apology. He got no answer except more of the purring rumbles, leading him to believe that his Emperor just did not care whether it was too early or not. He wanted what He wanted and there was very little Malcador could do about it to stop Him.

Another gentle kiss to his shoulder and the giant moved, shifting upwards to settle against the smaller man. The Sigillite knew what He wanted and he couldn't be bothered to stop Him either. He would complain about it, as always, but stop Him? No.

"You're insatiable," he said. That got him a chuckle at least. One large, soft hand ran over his side, fingers teasing up along his skin and down again, gripping his hip gently. He wasn't moved, simply held in place as the affectionate giant cat that was his Neoth moved around, sliding up to settle in a better position.

"Neoth, we just did this last night, you-- nnnhh." Another half-hearted complaint that melted into nothing as the Emperor pressed into him, working Himself in to the hilt. Malcador had tensed at the initial breach, but collapsed completely on the bed, eyes fluttering open, unfocused.

No preparation didn't necessarily mean pain or discomfort, though occasionally Malcador did wish He would stop being lazy and do things like a normal person. But no such luck on a lazy morning. He willed it to happen and so it did, adjusting reality to fit His needs. Lazy.

"Nnn… incorrigible," the Sigillite sighed, fingers twitching and digging into the bedding. The Emperor remained there, pressed against him for a long moment, savouring the feeling, the closeness between them. He was taking His time today and it made Malcador smile to himself.

Eventually, he felt that bulk of His settle on top of him, pressing most of him down into the mattress. A really, really lazy morning then. Malcador raised a hand to reach behind him, caressing along the Emperor's waist just as affectionately as he himself had been touched. There was something special with this closeness, this tenderness. Time didn't matter for a little while, letting the two of them exist on their own terms, with each other, against each other, embracing each other.

The Emperor began to move, establishing a slow albeit deep pace, perfect for this special moment. Malcador let out a soft noise, unable to escape his fate. Not that he wanted to.

Something sweet and electric moved up along his nerves, a wave of psychic energy running through him. He couldn't help the little mewl in response, or the psychic feedback which elicited its own groaned response from the Emperor. It ping-ponged again with their slow tryst, emotions and sensations melding together to create something of a loop.

It could be dangerous to delve into such a practice, to lose yourself in the feelings of your partner and the loop of pleasure pushing the sensations to near unfathomable heights. Malcador could absolutely recall times when their trysts had been so intense it was a small wonder they had come back to themselves again.

But that was not it today. No; the feedback loop was not running on desire or lust, but affection. A drug in and of itself, but not here and not today. Slow, sweet, gentle.

"Neoth…" Malcador breathed, his body rocked gently back and forth with each slow thrust. It was almost painful with how tender it was.

"Brahm," came the whispered response, breathless with the tantric coupling and the psychic electricity bouncing between them. He shifted, moving slightly to one side, allowing Malcador to move if he so wished. With one arm, he raised himself up a little to push against the Emperor, moving his hips with Him, creating a gyrating pacing that was more grinding than thrusting. With the other he reached down between his own legs to wrap his fingers around his own shaft, stroking in time with the pace already set.

The Emperor groaned at the added sensation, another spark of lightning through both their bodies. It was intense, but it was intensity in slow-motion, allowing them both to savour this special moment together for longer. It felt like hours had already passed, time becoming obsolete. But even they, who could change reality to fit their needs, were moving towards the end. Malcador could feel it, his nerves simmering with the building tension.

He didn't even need to say it as he felt the end to their current tryst drawing near. There was a shift to the pace, adding just a bit more speed to hurdle them towards it. For once, they crashed together in a moment of a slowly exploding white light. Malcador's mind whited out for a moment with a low, long moan, breathless and relieved as he spilled into the sheets beneath him. The Emperor wnet with him with a bone-deep groan and a full-body shudder against His advisor, emptying deep within him.

With a soft noise, Malcador collapsed on the bed, his head fuzzy and full of cotton. He felt himself moved by giant hands, nudging away from the mess made on the bed. He winced as his lover pulled out and then fully relaxed as he was settled somewhere clean and equally soft on the wide bed. A moment later, the Emperor settled on top of him, face pressed against his back to place more kisses along his skin. One large arm placed itself around him on the bed, creating a wall of safety.

"Mmm… couldn't help myself," the Emperor spoke at last. "Too enticing, waking up to the sight of you lying there. I simply had to."

"Mmr… my only complaint is that you stopped kissing me," Malcador mumbled, humour in his voice. He received a rumbled chuckle for his efforts and several more kisses along his back, his shoulders, his neck. And one loving one to his lips as he turned his head to meet the Emperor half-way.

[hermit-corpse]

This one is so cute! I don't like to leave my home but I will hang out taking photos for them❤️

Yet the grim-dark theme changing card doesn't look very good. I'm still looking for the suitable shop.

[moociaoafterdark]

And the historians said they were the best of friends... until the Inquisition shot the historians under the suspicion of heresy.

(That's right, sluts, we're lewding Malcador now. No ojiisan is safe.)

[wolf-tail]

Emps after all the Primarchs turned out autistic: I honeslty have no idea where they get it from!

Malcador, who lived with him for millennia and watched him work a gold eagle motif into everything he owns, shapeshift himself to be tall so he looks down at people instead of having to make eye contact, and be utterly socially inept: Me neither.

[stlptr]

[horuslupercal]

[marz-barzz]

In honor of the gayest month I shall be as tradition; Drawing the emperor of mankind kissing malcador the sigillite ON THE LIPS

[divinituscaptivus]

📂

The Emperor and Malcador are legally wedded.

[partyinvalhalla]

Weird question, are you and malcador homies that kiss each other good night?

"We are more than mere 'homies', dear mortal. He is a part of me, and I a part of him. We are halves of each other's souls. To exist without the other is pain unlike anything you can imagine."