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@nullmaidens :)

tw:smut!! 18+, minors do not open, please

The legion mother of the Luna Wolves had a few times for her own. Those times were made between one schedule and another, and since her recovery, they needed to be granted on every occasion.

Captain Garviel Loken, now part of the Mournival, one of the few that assisted at the union of his father and his stepmother, was the one in charge to assist her.

That's what everyone needed to know.

Giggling soft as a feather, we were secluded in the small room. His large hands made for killing held your hips with care, while his lips kept on kissing and tickling your neck.

"Garviel!" You tried to free yourself and fix your robes. "Please! We have to move! The meeting!"

"Hold on, please," he kept on kissing and biting gently. "I need to hear it again. Your laugh is a drug for me."

You finally managed to hold his face in your hands; his puppy eyes met yours, almost making you give in to his attention.

"We'll have time later; we need to go. I still have work to do, remember?"

He sighed, fixing his tunic, white as snow, allowing himself to kiss your hands and savoring their softness.

"I'm sorry I got…carried away…"

"I wish to be at your side all day too, but…you know…"

"Yes… Yes, I know…"

You smiled, leading him to the door that opened with a soft swish, and the lights of the corridor met the two of you. His hand reached your face again, caressing it like it was the most sacred object he could even dream of touching. He leaned again, begging for a last kiss from your lips till the next one. You smiled gently, and, without one thought, you closed your eyes, allowing the feelings to cloud your judgments.

You were happy, not as their mother, not as a lady, not as the wife of the Lupercal, but for him. You were happy because Garviel came into your life, making everything less miserable.

Your eyelashes fluttered… Then your eyes opened in shock, and you gasped in horror.

Garviel looked at you confused and worried, then he turned around, following your gaze, and…

A young boy, a remembrance for his attire, was there like a deer that had just seen the wolf. He stood there, looking at the scene, at Lady Lupercal exchanging effusions with the captain of the tenth, with one of the Mournival, one in the closer circle of the Warmaster.

He darted away before Graviel could say or do anything; your hands covered your lips in horror, knowing what had just happened. Garviel looked at you, trying to shock you.

"Go, I'll take care of it."

"G-Gar-Garviel, he…he sa—"

"Just go, go to your office, work, and do as always. I'll take care of it, okay?"

You tried to nod, but you were able only when he shook you a little.

And so, he marched like he was going into battle.

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The young man walked as fast as he could. Someone had tried to salute him, asking him something, but he had dismissed it or mumbled a simple excuse to avoid all contact.

He was sure of what he saw, and he was aware of what kind of danger he had put on his head. And he was sure that those heavy footsteps weren't from another remembrancer.

He tried to move away, to lose his trace, to make the Astarte give up or get lost in the corridors of the ships, but neither of them was an option. Firstly, once a Luna Wolfe gets his prey in his radar, he doesn't back off, and secondly, this was the Vengeful Spirit, their home; there was no place that he couldn't know.

Once the man noticed that there was no one else around, not a single breathing soul, he realized that he had never gotten away from the Captain; instead, the Captain had been leading him to a dead end. Once he found the wall in front of him, two hands capable of squishing him to his death caught him by his shoulder and forced him to turn around.

Garviel Loken had the face of an angel, he once said, but damn, this in front of him was a nightmare.

"What did you see?" The captain rumbled, almost gritting his teeth. The poor man stood there, watching the Astartes veins getting visible with each breath he took.

"What did you see?!" Garviel barked.

"Nothing! I saw nothing! I swear!" He pleaded, knowing that one less remembrance was not a problem for the Legion.

"No, you saw it. I know what you saw; I want you to tell me NOW."

The remembrance looked at the captain gulping, not knowing if it was a threat or an actual demand of him, but the fire in his eyes was an answer good enough to make him confess like a child.

"I-I saw… I saw you, my lord. And…and Lady Lupercal together…in…in compromising activities…" He whispered with a trembling voice, fearing the reaction from the captain, from the fact that now he was better dead than alive for him.

He waited for everything; the silence from the captain was heavy and far more cruel than any kind of punishment. Instead, Graviel Loken stood there, looking him straight in the eyes, making sure that the young man knew exactly the heaviness of every word that he had pronounced.

"…You had spoken now…so the weight is less." Speaking in a threatening whisper, the Astarte "And from now on these words die here in this place. One whisper, one gossip, one rumor…"

His glare was enough to send the message. The young man nodded frankly, too scared to ask questions or to argue with a demi-god that had clearly put a target over his head. Once Graviel had left the remembrance, the man fell on his knee, thanking the Emperor for the grace and begging for strength.

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After that…accident, Garviel had to wait before returning to you, to make you see that everything was fine.

You glanced at him, murmuring a praise, then returned to your duty.

That was…cold, especially from you, but for the event of the day, Graviel, he thought, was almost natural to try to make a wall to save faces. But the wall, he had noticed day by day, did not falter.

It was subtle at first, you having the most professional behavior towards him, like it was intended for the Lady of the Legion and one in the closest circle of the Warmaster, but then it started to get more and more notable.

There was no more alone time and no more casual talking. If you had some chance to be free, you would have searched for your husband, asking to know more of his work, or alongside the other members of the mournival. He had even found out that you had decided to assist at the sparring sessions of his brothers from the tenth company, everything without him knowing or just dismissed, like it was nothing.

The worst was when he tried to hold your hand and you just moved it away, fast, like you had touched hot iron. That hurt him like a blow in his chest.

You were avoiding him, and you did it for some more days to come.

But that day, he felt a sword in his chest crushing every muscle he had ever had.

"…Dismissed?" he said again, his glance darting from your facade of seriousness and the papers.

"Yes. I don't require your service at my side any longer, G—Captain." You stuttered, trying to control yourself. Garviel seemed more like a fish out of water than the demigod he was supposed to be, looking at that paper like it was a death sentence.

"Why?! Did I offend you?! Did anything I did put you in harm or distress?!"

"I just believe it is better you concentrate on your duty as the Mo—"

"I want the truth. Y/n. And I want you to tell it by looking at me."

You haven't dared to look at him, your eyes glued down on the paper, trying everything to avoid his eyes, those eyes that could make your confidence falter by just one glance. You knew it would happen, and that now you needed to be strong for both. You raised your eyes; he wanted the truth, and maybe you needed to tell it, because now neither of you wanted to face something that you had been ignoring from the first time your lips met.

"…We can't do this. Whatever things we are doing must end now." Your voice was soft, your arms folded like to protect you from something, like making another mistake.

Garviel suddenly knew the meaning of your words, and his face assumed an expression that an Astarte was not made to make even in struggling. He stepped closer, his hands up like he was holding you, but you stood back immediately, keeping your distance.

"E-End? No, please! Listen, I deal with that baseline! He won't talk!"

"He saw us, Garviel! He saw us after we…we…" You shook your head, your hands bruising your arms. "I'm married to Horus, your GENESIRE! You're one of his trusted men! We crossed a line!"

"I'm aware! And I would do it every time if I needed to!"

"And then?! What if someone more important finds out?! What if Horus finds out?!"

"…" He couldn't respond. Even he could not say the action that his father would do, not knowing what you two had been up to. He wasn't sure if there was love, but he was sure his pride would be wounded to know that his wife, the one he had chosen, had been bedded by one of his captains.

"…Let's end this…now that we still can. Before the worst can happen."

He stood there, watching how emotions were betraying her words. It was clear as the sun that this wasn't something you wanted, and neither did he.

"…I will accept this." He stood closer. "On one condition."

You looked at him, this time not backing down. You could feel his smell, a strange mix of oils and leather from his weaponry.

"You'll tell me you don't love me. Tell me that, and I'll go in peace, knowing that everything we had wasn't real. I'll go without any attachment, because there was none from the beginning. Tell me this and I'll go…"

His voice became calmer, sweet, and gentle and without that panic from before. You looked at him in his eyes, and you opened your mouth.

Garviel was the only one who saw the suffering. You were drowning in expectation from everyone, from your husband, and from people that understood that you weren't capable, and he was the one who stood up.

While Horus told you to try better, Garviel came to help. When you were scolded because you made mistakes, he had come to understand how to fix them. He was there; he has always been there from the first time.

You remembered the first time he actually tried to make you laugh with a joke that fell from his mouth, how proud he looked when he explained the battles he had fought, and about his bonds with his brothers.

You remember when you felt the rush in your chest when he held your hand, when you both stood there the first time looking at each other, waiting for something. When staying together became necessary for you both, when you looked forward to seeing him, when his smile shined once he saw you entered your office.

When you confessed and when you kissed… When you broke your vow to Horus and gave yourself to Garviel.

Those were just words, enough to save both of you, but…you couldn't speak. You couldn't even move your lips to say those.

"I…I can't." It was the only thing you could say, in a defeated tone, broken with hiccups.

"…Why is that…" He was inches from you, his voice now a whisper, his eyes praying.

"…Because I do love you, Garviel…" I do Lo—" His lips smashed onto yours. His hands immediately held your face to him, while you started to caress his short blonde ones.

Your back crashed to the wall; it would have been painful for the force, but you couldn't care less to sense it now when his hands roamed down to find your hips and the fabric of your gown. Your hands trembled trying to catch the collar of his tunic, trying to undo the knots and the buttons that kept the Luna Wolves insignia on it.

There was desperation in both of your gestures, a mix of something that he had never felt once in his life, that he was taught to not feel, but you had come around and instilled those thoughts in his mind, in his soul, like a branding. For the first time in his life, Garviel had felt fear; he feared you could leave him and abandon the bond that you had created.

His head trailed down, kissing your neck, your chest, or whatever kind of part he could take, sensing the tremors of your skin under the silk. You gasped, almost like a sob; his skin was fire on yours, and each kiss was pure agony for your aching heart. It was wrong; you should have stopped it, but you didn't want to. You loved him so much that everything meant nothing.

His hand found your core, between your legs, and in less than one second they were already working on you. It wasn't a long work; he had that kind of effect on you that you were already wet, your inside ready to welcome him. Something between a cry and a moan escaped your lips when his teeth found your neck and his fingers started to pound in that place that could make your heart stop.

"G-Garviel… Garviel, please—please don't—"

"I need you… I need you to know—to feel it…"

You were so close, your arms around your neck trying to not fall down from the pleasure. But before it could happen, he had retracted his hand, making you sob again for the emptiness inside your cunt. But it wasn't a short wait; he needed his hand to rise you, holding your thigh against his hips, and, in one gesture, his manhood was already so deep inside of you that you could feel every inch of your inside stretch to its brim.

You would have screamed in agony and pleasure if it wasn't for his lips on yours, another desperate kiss holding your breath and your moans down. Your face was covered in tears, each one kissed away by Garviel; for fear, for pain, for love you didn't know, what you knew was that you needed him, you needed every part of him.

"G—Garviel… Garviel I-I'm sorry! Garviel, forgive me!"

"Don't—" He trusted hard again, holding your face, his massive frame enough to hold you against the wall. "Don't say that… Tell—tell me that… that you love me…"

"I love you! Garviel I love you! I'm sorry, I love you!"

"I love you too… You're my everything… Do…do never say those things…again!"

You kept on repeating those same words, each one a tombstone graver than another. And each time he responded, each time he kissed you, showing that he loved you back, that he planned to keep you forever at his side. Who cares about everyone?

His father may have taken your hand, he may have taken your first time, and he would claim you every time he wanted, but your heart was his own. No medal or position could change that.

With that, your muscle constricted on him, milking every drop of him inside of you, and what could not be contained dropped on the floor.

When you regained your senses, you were in his lap, on the ground, and both of you were in need of a bath; your body was full of bruises, hickeys, and bite marks. His back was covered in scratches from your fingernails; he had barely registered them, more contented to hold you in his arms. Your clothes were a mess, your hair needed to be redone, and the room was filled with the smell of sex, sweat, and cries.

It was a shameless show for an outsider.

"…I'm sorry…"

"Don't say that…"

"I feared the worst… I feared Horus would…." You stopped talking; his hand immediately grasped yours to take you back with him.

"He won't… I'll protect you, no matter what, remember?"

Your fear calmed in a matter of seconds; his heart was steady and bumped like a cannon in your ears. You loved that sound, your face hidden in his chest while his body was holding you like he was protecting you from dangers that he could not see.

You both had taken a dangerous path, and clearly you didn't want to walk back from it.

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Social Hive

(mother/wife is used in a gender-neutral way here)

Idea of the Legions and their Primarchs having some kind of social symbiotic connection. If members of the Legion like you, others are more likely to treat you decently, give you more grace or at least ignore you. The more that like you, the more effective it is. The degree of affection/regard is also a factor. If one greatly enjoys your company, then most find you tolerable. If a decent number find you decent, then most will let things slide that they otherwise wouldn't.

This has an effect on the Primarch to a lesser degree. A lot of Space Marines need to like you to have a noticeable effect on them.

If a Primarch regards you in a positive light, then the Legion as a whole is affected. It varies from Astartes to Astartes, some will be polite (or their version of polite) while others will be downright friendly.

The effect is not immediate, it's more of a bleed effect. Those closer to the Primarch/Astartes, who spend more time in their company, are more affected/affected quicker. The more time you spend around them, the more thorough effect. It does take time, though.

The nature of the relationship, and how they regard you effects them as well. If most of the Legion considers you a dear friend, or like a little sibling? Then the Legion and Primarch as a whole are more indulgent, and more protective of you.

If the Primarch loves you? Adores you? Then the Legion (eventually) sees you as their mother, or at least someone of importance to protect and care for... in their own way. That way may be keeping their distance, or ignoring you, because the Primarch doesn't trust/like their sons, but they will linger around the edges of wherever you are. But those who have a good relationship with their Legion? Congrats you are now surrounded by Astartes all the time. You almost never have a moment to yourself, or even around other humans.

They need to keep you safe. They need to take care of you. Even a single kind word, a greeting, a smile, makes their day. They are happy their Legion Mother is with them, and the Primarch is happy their sons adore their mother, his wife, his love.

This effect on the Legion can also be dependent on your actions. If you don't do much, just do your job/tasks (whatever they may be, if you even have a job with them) and keep your distance; you're more an idol, a symbol, something to be admired and protected but rarely interacted with.

If you interact with them regularly. If you actively help them, if you talk them up to others, if you defend them? (verbally or otherwise) then congrats you are never leaving them. They will forever protect you, almost coddle you (depending on which Legion), and want to keep you safe and happy at all times.

And the Primarch? Encourages that. Even if he doesn't like/trust his sons, he acknowledges the advantages of his Legions regard of you. Loves that no matter where you are, he always knows where you are, what you're doing, that you're safe and well cared for. Loves how much his sons love you. (In extreme cases this could alter how he sees his own Legion, positive or negative) Or at least sees how useful it is.

Round and round it goes. Like feeds like, love feed love, until the entirety of the Legion and their father can't live without you. They will burn worlds to keep you warm.

Isn't that wonderful?

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If you are lucky enough to have one, make sure you care for your little Night Lord prince tonight.

Let him know that you see the scared and wounded little boy within him and that’s okay, because you’re here to care for him. He doesn’t need to provide you with anything besides his presence. You want him to feel safe and loved and all the good things he has never felt. If there are people who have harmed you, to strengthen him and watch him grow is to achieve your retribution.

His shadows envelope you. His body is cold. A layer of ice against your warmth. He tricks you and hides. He tries his hardest to repulse you. After all, watching you run away in fear is expected. Your defiance towards the script terrified him.

But as he nestles his head under your chin and wraps his arms around you… as you run your fingers through his hair, he melts.

//

Just finished Permafrost by Eva Balthasar and hoh. I love the idea that some people have a thick layer of frost between themselves and others. That only one person may end up melting it.

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I'm glad he's just happy to be here :)

Finished sketch! Love how his hair came out <3 we see bald Salamanders all the time.. nothing against them (Sa'kan is hot asf) but I do love me a marine with long hair! ^_^ this is Halkiner, I don't really know much about him yet other than he loves to talk a lot, he's a younger marine (~50 years by the service stud), and much like a real dragon he loves gold! I always prefer to draw my Salamanders with a bit more color rather than using shades of grey for their skin, it makes them feel a lot more warm and alive to me. They are my favorite chapter so I hope I do them justice!

And yes he'd give you a hug :)

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I’m glad it seems that people are liking my last drabble. I have a bunch of drafts of larger projects, but since reading Bird by Bird by Anne Lamont I’ve been trying to write my truth.

Last night I was making a healthier version of sloppy joes for my wife and I using Turkey sausage, adding more vegetables, and serving it on wheat bread. This gave my brain the thought “I serve her whole wheat bread as though every extra grain would add a day to her life”.

A few thoughts passed and I started thinking, damn wouldn’t it be crazy to be a serf for the Blood Angels during the desolation of Baal?

You’ve had one man that you’ve served for years and day by day he gets beaten down more and more until one day… He doesn’t return.

Your assignment changes to a new member of the company. Young, fresh blood courses through his veins and spills just as fast as he was made. When you pass by a mirror, you no longer see yourself, nor the faces around you. They’re so close to being the one you lost, but none wrinkle just so.

You feel guilty for becoming darkened with this. Others had closer, longer relationships with their Lords, yet carry themselves with more strength than yourself. Your mind disconnects from your body as you squeeze a serving of nutrient paste into a bowl. He doesn’t meet your eyes as it is placed before him. And you don’t dare ask if this pleases him. You no longer seek the pleasure of your Lord.

For not even a finely garnished and lovingly prepared meal could save him.

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When I say Space Marines are sexy, I mean in a way like this passage from Ghazghkull Thraka: Prophet of the Waaagh!:

The Space Marine was fully naked now, and his body was terrible to look upon. Falx had never been particularly interested in male bodies, but even if she had been, she would have found little to relish in Hendriksen's. It was masculinity amplified into nothing but a weapon: something constructed, with all the accidental grace of nature stripped away, and replaced with the monolithic brutalism of an armoured vehicle. As Hendriksen grabbed a pot of some reeking oil, and began smearing it over a torso pocked with scars, scalpel-seams, stretch marks and the angry welts of embedded socket ports, Falx found sudden insight into why the Astra Militarum's main battle tank had been dubbed the Leman Russ. Hendriksen's tattoos, she saw now, had been inked when he had still been human. They were warped now, stretched over the places where bones had been rebuilt and where hillocks of muscle had been forced to grow. In their contortion, you could almost see the ghost of the boy he had once been, stretched out over the frame of a monster, and Falx felt a moment of pity for Hendriksen as he traced over the lines with a fingertip dripping with rancid tallow.

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From the perspective of a serf who is totally not in love with their Lord Astarte //

I prepare meals for him with enthusiasm. It’s as though I believe every extra step of preparation would add a day to his life. The servings disappear in less than half the time I spent making it. Yet his quiet moans and cliche praises taste better than my meager rations.

“Are you pleased, my Lord?”

His cheeks become round as his thick skin pulls taut revealing a straight set of white teeth. Clenched just enough to reveal the tendons and veins on either side of his neck.

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I’m so excited to watch my friends goober space marines try to deal with the shit I throw at them in Wrath and Glory tonight

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ever since i learnt of the star dragons' close bond with the blood swords, i liked to imagine them joining the fight alongside their bloodthirsty cousins during the devastation of baal. and when i kitbashed this ancient together, i knew i had to depict this moment on a cherished relic banner. here it is :)

Gunfire in the distance lit up the choked green skies of Baal. The twisted tendrils of Leviathan had wrapped the planet up in its clutches, and the homeworld of the Blood Angels bled through the stars. Throngs of sleek chitin-clad creatures battered the weary defenders, all daughter chapters of the IXth legion. All, but one. The hazy yellow fires in the fog haloed the iridescent blue armour of a batch of fresh reinforcements. Glowing red eye lenses were masked by the golden roar of bolters gripped tightly. Each casing flung from wrathful weapons, a monster felled. Each drop of blood spent, another painful step towards salvation. The Star Dragons had joined the fight.

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I have a former Sister Hospitaller with a preheresy World Eater BF and a Tech Priest with a nonchaos Night Lord BF this dynamic is my favorite.

"astartes losing their virginity" fics

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"Did you know people are masturbating to your smut fics-- 🤢" I hope they get twice as wet as I did writing it, mind your fucking business.

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Girl, your man SMELLS. Tear that armour off, drag him to bathroom and give him relaxing bath and a backrub, and wash his hair (if he has it) softly immediately ✋🙄

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For the Mating Press March: this is a combination of the most bloody vanilla sex ever mixed with romcom and the mc is Konrad teehee. I read somewhere that proposed Konrad with a very Barbiecore gf/wife (ya know, sunshine and rainbows personality, very kind and loves wearing pink or pastels). The romcom part involves Konrad just giving the news OUT OF THE BLUE to his whole family that he has a wife now and that she wants to meet them all (he doesn't want to but by god he's whipped). Fast forward, I just want that giant being as tender as possible but still leaving a lot of bites, bruises and hickeys like some wild beast trying to control himself (oho! Lots of panting and grunting. I love that). Bonus points if we get a pov of some of his brothers accidentally listening to them getting freaky and now they can't look at Konrad in the eyes

hehe yeah, maybe not barbie core perse but definitely sunshine

Day 23 Year 2: Warnings: Marking, sex while spooning (oooh), prone position, auditory voyeurism

Word Count:4519

Konrad had no intention of staying here longer than was necessary. He would tell his brothers what it was his wife desired and then he would leave. Not that any of them knew he was married. His presence was felt in the room long before he stepped through the threshold.

Horus was the first to greet his brother followed by Sanguinius. "You came, we were half convinced you would not. None among us have heard from you in a few years." Horus led him to the table where his brothers had gathered. "I will not be here long." Curze rasped. "I have come to tell you all of the plans I have that will require you to be there." This got the attention of the collective primarchs. "And you believe we would put aside our own for yours?" It was Roboute, Konrad paid him little mind. "For this, yes, I do believe you will." There was an air of unease that grew thicker at his cryptic tone. "Then tell us brother. What are these plans?" Sanguinius spoke up, bringing a quiet bit of ease to the room.

"Tomorrow evening, I intend to bring my wife down to meet my family. She has been rather insistent on this matter since our wedding a year ago. Of course given that you, my brothers, are my family. That means that you should be here. I know it would make her so happy to meet you all."

Their unease turned to shock and confusion, even disbelief. "Well, I must return now. We have plans of our own." He turned and began to stalk from the room, as soon as he hit the door the questions began, several of his brothers following after, trying to understand if it was a joke, or if he really had a wife.

Corvus was the first to speak out to the rest of his brothers, and they hushed upon hearing him. "We must be here, we must see her for ourselves." "Why is that?" Jaghatai replied, looking over at his black clad sibling. Magnus stepped forward. "I agree, we ought to discern if he is treating her well. If she is indeed real, then there might be some coercion that has kept her bound to him." Sanguinius shook his head. "Konrad is not the most stable of us brothers, but he would not force a woman into marriage against her will. It would fly in the face of his own beliefs."

"But you agree he isn't stable, and in recent years he has been even less so. We need to tell father of this. If anything he may be able to intervene." Corvus spoke up again. "Why are you all bent out of shape over some damned woman? You don't even know her. Why should you care so much?" Angron had been sitting quietly until then. But his voice cut through the conversation with all the grace of a hammer, a fleck of bloody saliva splattering to the floor as he spoke.

There was no immediate answer to his question. Why did they all care so much? "Perhaps it is because we understand that our beloved brother has so many peculiarities. We all understand what he is capable of, thus it seems to those who know him that leaving any poor soul in his clutches would be cruel and unjust." Lorgar added.

Horus raised his hands to calm the collective. "Now let us not assume and let us not jump to conclusions." he began, "Curze, as much himself as he might be, is still a man and he is capable of thoughts and feelings. We do him a terrible disservice to make baseless assumptions when we haven't even met this person he's married. This could be a very good thing for our brother and they may even love one another."

Roboute jumped back in. "I say that the best course of action here is to just show up. Theoretically if it has been a year since their marriage then that is a good indicator that he has not harmed her. But we will still be here regardless."

His brothers nodded. "Let us be here to show our support." Horus said with a note of finality that was hard to argue with. They would be there.

Fulgrim spoke up from the back of the collective. “Did he look and smell cleaner to anyone else?”

"Oh Konny, the dress is Perfect!" Your voice swept over the night haunter as he help finish the final tie. "You look breathtaking." He smiled. It wasn't a pretty expression on his face but it was sincere. "Do you think they'll like me?" You asked, eyes shining up at the towering figure of your husband. "They would be tasteless fools not to."

His black attire contrasted so heavily to your pastel pink and gold it was almost laughable. Not that anyone with an ounce of sense would laugh at the wife of the night haunter.

He loved you like he loved no other. He'd do anything for you. Your smile was better than sunlight and your laugh was greater than music or bird song. You were a world of wonder unto yourself.

"How have I found myself so lucky?" He hummed taking your hand to kiss it. "Huh, that’s funny. I ask myself that same question every day." You replied, and Konrad felt his hearts melting. You leaned up and kissed him, leaving a little patch of pink lipstick in the shape of your lips on the corner of his mouth.

"Oops, sorry baby." You chuckled and wiped away the smear with your thumb. "It is only fair that you mark me, I have marked you many times after all." Your cheeks darkened with a blush. "And I am not complaining." You kissed him again, nearly missing the vox telling you it was time to go.

On the ride down you touched up a bit more, wanting to look the most presentable. Konrad didn't understand, to him you were radiance in its purest form.

"You look stunning, my butterfly. Why do you worry so much?" He asked, you already looked better than him. In some deep twisted part of him he worried that you might do it to look nice for his brothers. And his grip tightened on your waist. "Oh honey I just want to make a good impression, that’s all."

He nodded, but the insecurity gnawed at him. Many of his brothers were so handsome, and so much more charismatic than him. Horus alone would be bad enough, but with other individuals like Fulgrim, and Sanguinius. He wasn't sure he'd be able to handle seeing them all staring at you, especially in that dress, oh warp take him that dress. His mind growled at him to tear it off you and take you then and there, his sons would look away, they knew better.

He ground his teeth and you looked up at him. "Honey, are you okay? You look upset." Your eyes practically sparkled up at him and he took a deep breath. "You look very good in that dress." His cheek dusted pink, and it was very apparent what he was thinking about as it shone vividly against his deathly pale skin.

"Oh, I see." You giggled, scooting into his lap to whisper in his ear. "Do you think it'd look better on me? Or your floor?" Konrad growled and grabbed your hips. "If we had time I'd send my sons to the front of this thunderhawk and show you why it is not wise to tease me in such ways." He growled. You shivered in delight. "Promise?" You batted your eyelashes up at him and he felt his cock harden. Forget the assassin, you would be the death of him. "A guarantee." He clarified. "Well then maybe we should stay on the ship a while longer." As nice as that sounded Konrad just wanted to get this over with. He had promised that you would be able to meet his family and he intended to keep it. "Once we are done here we will return to my private quarters within the palace." Before the banquet there would be some time for mingling. That's what you were the most excited for. "Hurry Konny." You urged with a smile as you dragged your husband along, holding his hand in your much smaller one.

He could easily out pace you, there was no universe in which you were faster than the primarch but he let you lead out of your apparent desire to do so.

There were two massive doors, you stopped before them, on either side a massive warrior in gold armor. Custodes, Konrad had told you about them. they turned their helmeted gazes to look at you directly, but you didn't shy away. "Good evening." You chirped to them, Konrad pressed on opening the door and sweeping you in with one larger hand to your back.

Every head in the room turned to look at you. That did give you pause, but only for a moment before your smile was back in place. "Hello!" You waved at them and glanced up to Konrad. He didn't like that they were looking at you, but he would bear it.

He stood straighter, his dark cloak adding to the severe dichotomy between the two of you.

With one hand he held your and the other he gestured to you. "Brothers, this is my wife." You waved again and told the gathered warriors and generals your name.

One in particular, Horus if you had to guess, came forward. "It is nice to meet you. Please forgive our tardiness in welcoming you to the family. We did not know of your existence until just yesterday. I am Horus Lupercal, primarch of the sixteenth legion, Luna Wolves."

You held out your hand to him, and he took it a tad surprised. "It is so nice to finally meet, I've heard a lot about you." You said shaking his hand then giving your name. "Nothing of note about me really, aside from my husband." You joked. Konrad felt his chest tighten, there was so much to you, you didn't need rank or status. To him you were the most important person in the room. "She sells herself short, she is magnificent in many ways." He added aloud. Shocking most of his brothers. "Well, I am glad you met someone you care for so dearly." Horus smiled.

Inspired by this interaction more came forward. "You know you're not at all what I expected, you're practically a ray of sunshine next to Konrad." Fulgrim, as you had come to learn, was a rather outspoken and loud individual, his own garb as bright as yours. Of course it was hard to beat pastel pink with gold sequins, made from real gold, but he somehow managed it by being very purple.

You liked him however. "Oh sweetheart you simply must come view the gallery aboard the Pride of the Emperor. You seem to be one of fine taste and I know you would find something of beauty among the pieces I have collected. Or perhaps I should place you on display, you'd be the finest piece of all." You laughed a tad awkwardly at the compliment. "Oh, I'm flattered but if you did you'd never be rid of my husband, and I assure you, I would not want to be rid of him myself."

You felt a presence behind you, and hands on your hips you were oh so familiar with. Konrad glowered over your shoulder at Fulgrim. If gazes could kill his pitch black eyes would have incinerated Fulgrim.

"Oh Konrad so be so inimical. I was only having a bit of fun with your wife. I'm sure she understood the joke."

"I would prefer if you did not attempt any kind of fun with my wife."

Fulgrim huffed and made a dismissive gesture. "She isn't your property brother, she is free to do as she pleases and to speak with who she wishes."

Konrad's grip tightened and you turned in his hold. "Well I personally like going places with my husband, if I did come over it would be with him." You explained to Fulgrim, turning to look up at Konrad. You gathered his attention by cupping his cheeks. "Isn't that right Konny?" You kissed him several times, each time leaving a kiss mark on his face.

His cheeks burned as you giggled. "Konny eh?" A new voice joined the bunch. You turned to see a similar figure to your husband. "Corax." Konrad grinned at him widely, it was not a friendly sort of smile, Fulgrim excused himself politely to go speak to the others. Corax looked down at you, his eyes seemingly trying to piece something together. "Only my wife may refer to me by that name." Corax grunted, his eyes not leaving your form. You looked down at your dress to see if maybe you had spilled some champagne on your dress.

There wasn't much time to speak as the announcement for dinner was made. Konrad brought you to the table and sat you next to him.

A radiant light filled the room and your eyes widened in wonder. The emperor of mankind stood in the doorway guarded by a retinue of custodians.

"Welcome my sons, it is good to see you all once more." His eyes landed on you and you felt like the most singular being in existence at that moment. They all took their places, the emperor at the head of the table and his sons in order around him. "I see that the rumors of your nuptials are true then." He fixed his gaze on Konrad who felt a pang of worry at his fathers words. "Yes. They are." He stated firmly. There was a moment of tension so thick it was suffocating.

Finally his father relented. "Congratulations, may your marriage be a long and fruitful one." Konrad nearly puked with relief.

With the food served everyone dug in. Sanguinius looked you over with a gentle smile as he began the conversation. "So how did you meet our brother?" You smiled and sipped your water. "He rescued me, I was being trafficked by a coalition of xenos and human pirates." You told them and glanced up at Konrad with a look of deep love and affection. "As horrible as it was, I don't think I'd change a thing if it meant getting to be his wife." Konrad reached for your hand, taking it in his briefly. The gathered men looked at him as if he was transforming into some kind of strange alien beast before their eyes. "I see and is that how you two became engaged?" The angel continued. "Oh no, that was three.. almost four years ago. We were engaged for a year before we wed and we've been married almost a year. Two more days till our anniversary."

"Congratulations." Roboute added quietly. "So then how did the two of you happen? I mean, how did your relationship occur?" Sanguinius continued. "Oh it was the most romantic thing." You gushed with a dreamy expression.

"Romantic?" Corax asked, nearly choking on his wine. "Oh yes, after I told my story to Konny," The whole table nearly choked at that except Corax and Fulgrim, "well, I'll keep this short, my ex was the one who sold me to the pirates to settle a gambling debt. He hunted down my ex across a system and brought me back his heart in a box, telling me that if I should ever need justice to be served I could come to him and he would do that for me. It was the most thoughtful gift anyone had ever given me. I was smitten immediately and told him just that. Then I asked him to be my justice forever and marry me. And he did." Your eyes were full of stars as you recounted your love story to them. There was silence across the table as they all absorbed the tale. "So you proposed to him?" One of his other brothers, you assumed Leman, by the look of him, queried and not sounding entirely convinced. "Well you two seem very happy together." Vulkan smiled. "Oh I've never been happier in my life than with Konny." You spoke, your tone and delighted expression all the endorsement for the relationship that the drake needed.

When dinner was finished you hung around a while longer, getting to know the rest of those you did not get to meet beforehand. Walking away from the exchanges with offers to visit or of help should you ever need it for any reason.

Konrad just wanted to get you back to the room. He grew tired of his brother's pointed questions and overly concerned looks. He would never hurt you, he'd killed for you, maimed for you, burned others alive and given you their skulls for attempting to do you harm. But never would he hurt you, never would he betray you, not you. Not the love in his hearts and the sun in the skies of his mind and soul. He would never hurt you, because you were his wife, and he loved you.

He hadn't used this room frequently, but it had been kept clean. You went about your nightly routine as soon as you got back, bathing and freshening up before bed. Konrad simply stripped and waited for you as you sang to yourself in the bathroom. He knew his reputation was bad, but not so much that his own brothers worried for your well being. He pushed it from his mind, thinking back to the thunderhawk before you both had landed. His cock twitched with interest at the memory.

"My love?" You called from the bathroom. "Yes?" He returned from his reminiscing. "Do you remember what you said to me before we landed?" His mouth pulled up in a grin. "I do." You stepped from the bathroom into the dim light of the bedroom and his smile dropped with his jaw. He hadn't seen this set of lingerie before. Nor had he seen the collar with his legion's emblem. You looked like the walking definition of sexual appeal and his body approved whole-heartedly. "Well, I'm ready to learn now." You breathed, crawling onto the bed and straddling him. Your lips were a deep blood red, a new shade, and he saw the tube in your hand. His hearts thumped in his chest with a great deal more excitement. He'd been staving off erections all night as he thought about those lips. And the marks you'd kept kissing onto him.

"You like this shade?" You asked. "Yes." He grabbed you and pulled you closer, but stopped before he kissed you. You closed the gap, pressing your lips to his in a very deliberate way. It left a perfect little mark in the shape of your lips. You kissed his chin next leaving another little mark. And on it went down to his throat and then collar bone. You refreshed the lipstick as you traversed down his chest, he couldn't see the ones on his face or neck, but he could see the ones you were pressing down his chest and his cock twitched beneath you, bumping your stomach. "Patience big guy. I'll get there." You chuckled.

When you got to his hips you refreshed again, keeping the marks vibrant and visible. The kisses were scattered out, a random smattering of them here or there. He loved it, seeing you mark him so visibly. By the time you reached his cock he was so hard it hurt.

You refreshed once more, taking his cock in one hand. You stroked the skin softly before holding his gaze and pressing a kiss to the middle of his shaft. He moaned but didn't avert his gaze, you pressed another one, lower, leaving a fiery trail of red down his manhood, your other hand cupped his balls holding them still as you kissed down from the cock to the top of his sack then a kiss on each ball. leaving little imprints of your love there.

"You know I love you more than anything right?" You asked him. He nodded, his hand caressing one cheek. "Good." You took the head of his dick into your mouth with a firm suck, Konrad groaned, hips jolting a bit. You sank down to where you were the most comfortable taking him and squeezed your lips there, leaving a red bar across the skin.

"Hmm." You hummed looking it over. "Let's see if we can't beat that tonight byyyyy this much." You tapped one of the lipstick marks nearer the base of his dick and took him back into your mouth, you relaxed and began with shallow dips, letting your mouth grow accustomed to his girth and length once more.

Konrad was always receptive to oral, he liked seeing the way his member stretched your jaws. He petted your hair and you kept going, down down down, till you were just below the line with an inch to go to the mark. It didn't seem that much but the mark put him into your throat and your gag reflex was still intact. "Do not force it." he rasped, even though he enjoyed hearing you gag on his cock, and would gladly fuck your throat if he was able just to hear that sound.

You backed up and tried again, then again. Tears pricked in your eyes as he filled your mouth and throat until finally you reached it. Konrad shivered with pleasure at the sight. Your eyes filled with unshed tears and the soft croak as you gagged just a bit on his cock. "Good girl, you're doing such a good job." He cooed, and you smiled around a mouthful of dick to express your delight at the praise. Even muffling a thank you.

Fuck you were perfect. He drew you back by your hair, as much as he wanted head, he wanted other parts of you more.

He pulled you up his body and kissed your lips properly this time. Then he rolled you onto your side as he lined up behind you, his cock between your legs, thrusting to build friction between your thighs.

Once he felt your wetness he adjusted his hips, raising one leg and pushed the tip of his cock in. The nice thing about this tight warm hole was that it had no gag reflex, he thrust in, listening to your cries carefully. "Oh fuck, Konrad." You gasped, not in pain but pleasure and it eased his temporary worries. And it meant that you had been preparing more than just your outfit and lipstick choice in the bathroom. "That's right, say it again." He goaded. "Konrad." You whimpered. His hand snaked under your neck to grab your chin and angle your head back towards his. His mouth claimed yours and he thrust harder, swallowing your voice greedily. His thrusts were brutal, hitting hard at the places inside you that made you see stars. You had to break away to breathe, your voice raising to a much less decent volume.

Konrad smiled. Oh he was sure his brothers could hear in, in fact he knew that the walls weren't thick enough to prevent sound from getting through. He'd heard many of Sanguinius's late night conversations with his other brothers and over the grumblings of Dorn through the other, and across the hall the laughter of Vulkan more than once. Yes, louder my love, let them hear it. His grin was near manic as he grabbed you around the waist and rolled you beneath him.

"Konrad~" You couldn't keep your mind clear as he fucked you into the mattress, his hand holding your chin up, keeping your voice clear to hear. He rutted harder, the bed creaking and shaking, it was nearly as loud as your voice. "Come on, sing for me." He purred, as he drew your voice to a new high.

"I'm telling you, I still believe that she isn't fully in for it. Konrad can't be treating her that well." Corax worried. Horus sighed. "That is why we are going to check on them. We will put these worries to bed and then you will get some rest."

Corax sighed, imagining the happy look on your face as you gazed up at the dark reflection of himself. Was it jealousy? That his brother who was so much more vicious and violent than him was so beloved by someone so beautiful?

Horus opened his mouth to speak again but he was cut off by a high pitched cry, he picked up his pace, and Corax rushed forth with him.

Konrad straddled your thighs as he fucked into you prone style. Dragging his cock over all those delicious places inside you. As he thrust hard enough to move the bed. "Oh fuck, Konrad! Don't stop baby, oh fuck! Oh fuck, I'm close!" You cried, body trembling as you clawed at the sheets below you. Horus stopped cold in his tracks outside the door, Corax by his side as they both came to understand what exactly was happening on the other side of the door. Their cheeks burned as they realized it wasn't a sound from pain, far from it in fact. "Konrad! I'm coming!" They heard the sweet sounds of your pleasure as they both quickly departed, keeping their eyes low, not wanting to look at the other as an uncomfortable warmth filled them both.

You turned over, panting for breath as Konrad rolled off, not breathing as hard, but still taking deep filling breaths. You rolled into his side and smiled. "I hope no one heard us." You giggled. Konrad returned your smile. "I am sure that you have nothing to worry about."

You snuggled into his side happily. "Yeah." You sighed as he held you close and you drifted to sleep.

Konrad couldn't contain his grin as his brother averted their gazes. He sat you down at the table and kissed the top of your head as he went to acquire you some breakfast. You locked eyes with Sanguinius and smiled. He tried not to look too awkward as you started up a bit of light conversation with him.

None of them could look directly at you. Not after all that they had heard the night before. Konrad returned with a collection of fruits and warm breads. "For you my love." He smiled and you looked up at him with all the love in the world as you accepted. "Thank you Konny." You pressed yourself into his side as you ate and Konrad looked around at all his brothers, who seemed to find a lot of things in the infrastructure more interesting than normal. He was sure none of them would doubt his love for you after that, and you, his sweet beloved ray of sunshine were none the wiser.

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CH2O - Formaldehyde

Konrad Curze x Fem!Reader

Tws: death, diseases, slight gore, it's Konrad guys

Curze returns to your shared bedroom.

Another long, punishing day of being the Primarch of Nostramo.

His face is carved with exhaustion. Hair slightly disheveled. The faint, metallic scent of dried blood clings to him. Strands stick together in dark, uneven locks.

He tells you about his day.

His voice is rough. Weary.

He steps closer.

Gazes at your face with quiet, aching love.

You look at him calmly.

Perhaps even a little sadly.

He almost convinces himself there’s a trace of a smile there.

But it hasn’t changed in decades.

Not since that sickness swept through Nostramo in two waves.

Another of Nurgle's amusements.

You didn’t survive it.

In days, you collapsed into bed. Became a shadow of yourself.

The sickness seized your small lungs. Locked your muscles.

Set your insides rotting.

And as if that wasn’t enough, the God of Decay left one last curse.

In the final hours, your psychic potential flared.

You saw the Immaterium - every horror in it - with terrifying clarity.

The way you screamed...

Curze will remember until the end of his days.

Those screams always meant the same thing.

Death was close.

And there was no escape.

He looks into your eyes.

Clouded. Drained to a deathly pallor. Fixed on an endless void.

Once, they had shone so brightly that Konrad had felt the urge to live again.

He looks at your heart.

Suspended in pale liquid. Behind cold glass.

It is paler now. Slightly swollen.

Once, it had not floated in icy preservative.

It had been filled with hot blood.

The same blood that flushed your cheeks pink when you kissed the man you loved.

His gaze shifts to the final jar.

The smallest.

Inside - a tiny organ, no larger than your clenched fist.

Your womb.

The place where his child might have grown.

It had seemed so unlikely, in life, that you would bear children.

Yet Konrad had carried the thought in his wounded, thorn-covered soul.

Even in the days before it happened, you seemed to hint at it.

Saying you felt sick.

Resting a hand on your belly.

Smiling softly, with that sly glint in your eyes.

Perhaps it had only been the first signs of the illness.

Perhaps his memory twisted it, after so many years, into something else.

Something he wanted to believe.

The Primarch no longer trusts himself.

He never ordered your womb cut open.

Never looked inside.

Now, there is only formalin.

Two molecules of hydrogen.

One of carbon.

One of oxygen.

Only the eternal cold of the murky liquid.

And the glass that holds it.

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I am going to start writing about my wife’s Nightlord and my Tech Priest and there’s nothing you can do about it

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Pasqal x Rogue Trader / Pasqal x Von Valancius

Listen… I love him so much. I want him to be my toaster wife. Let’s uh rewrite that scene where he (bridge dialogue options spoilers)

shows you his stigmata, but with more affection and giving the reader a slightly different backstory than the ones the game has to hoist upon you. Kind of like a diary perspective too.

Also I’m a femdom irl, so expect all my self inserts to be similar. This is PG though.

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I hadn’t always loved machines. As a child, I found them too tedious to comprehend. Yet, I was too intellectually gifted to be satisfied with the life of an interplanetary noble. The cog-like patterns on the robes of our voidships technicians intrigued me. More than once I had been chastised for pestering the technomats with too many questions about the cogitators and machinery they worked upon. When my Father publicly lashed the Priest who dared to suggest that I may make a prime servant of the Omnissiah, I vowed to never to one again.

Now, with my Father and Aunt dead, I was in the position to have almost every curiosity of mine sated and by a Magos nonetheless.

It took only a few minutes for him to meet me in my chambers. I sat behind my wooden desk, arranging the requests in the order I wished to do them in, while knowing I had limited control.

“Lord Captain.” The familiar voice of the Magos addresses you formerly as he offered an approximation of a bow. His mechadendrites betrayed his calm nature, remaining stiff when usually they flowed with excitement.

“Arch Magos. Thank you for joining me.” Standing from my chair, I walked past him and waved, inviting him to join me in the lounge area. I heard his mechanisms oblige and felt his gentle presence behind me. Once I patted the cushion next to mine, he sat. His back had an almost unnerving hunch that caused his shadow on the wall to look like a crescent moon.

But his eye.

Oh, his eye. I cherished the times I looked towards him and he met my gaze. At times, the corners of it crinkled as though he could smile.

I am happy to report that this was one of those times.

“I apologize for diverting you from your task, but I had some questions that I would rather we discuss in private.” With a wave of my hand, all the enforcers manning my lounge left the room.

“Of course, Lord Captain. What is it you would like to inquire?” His voice had a stagnated quality as I knew he translated from his religion’s native language to Low Gothic.

Biting my lip, I considered every thought my obsessive mind had about him, but decided on one most pressing. “Abel…”

As I said the name, the front of his eyebrow shifted down, giving his boyish face the facade of a stern expression.

“What is the nature of your relationship?” I felt my cheeks flush as I asked him something so indignant. It was none of my business, but so was nothing else I wanted to ask. And I certainly didn’t wish to ask it if he was already bonded.

His expression softened into an apparent confusion that didn’t seem to take into account my reddening. “Our relationship is: good.” He seemed to smile once more as he thought about the younger Tech Priest.

Choosing my words carefully, I specified. “By the way you spoke of his harmonies, it was almost as though you were smitten by him.”

The sclera of his eye reflected the blue water more as he started to realize the weight of what I was saying. “‘Smitten’ by his words and perhaps my the inner workings of his mind. I can’t say I have ever been ‘smitten’ by one’s appearance. Perhaps when I was younger I looked up to the elder Magos in a way that would seem like attraction to the non-initiated.”

“I see.” Giving myself time to ruminate on his words, I kicked my feet. A sorry habit from childhood. Never became tall enough to reach the ground on most chairs, especially not ones meant for my almost Amazonian Aunt.

“May I tell you something about my attraction, Lord Captain?”

“Go on.” I bit the inside of my lip, readying to be let down easy.

“I care more for one’s convictions than their flesh to metal ratio.”

Tilting my head, I found myself encouraging this line of thinking. “And what do you think of my convictions?”

“The strongest I have ever known.” His hand wrapped around mine and I squeezed back. The cool metal of his augmented finger penetrating my bones. We sat in a comfortable silence, looking at each other from the corners of our eyes (or in his case, ocular implants) as we smiled. I could even see a pale pink color light upon his cheeks. I’m sure there was a much darker mauve upon mine.

“May I tell you something about my attractions?”

He tilted his head down and closed his eye.

“I have this desire to know what your augments look like. I know it is forbidden for those who are not initiated to see, but my heart yearns to understand what it looks like to ascend beyond flesh.”

Every word I spoke seemed to gratify him more as he turned towards me. Metal fingers tracing the edge of the inner parting of his robe, teasing me.

“That is true, but your lofty title of Rogue Trader more than justifies my wish to satisfy you.” Slowly, he parted the red fabric, revealing the holy mechanisms within the carapace of his white flesh.

My hands reached forwards but stopped, knowing that this was already a privilege. His mechadendrites swayed in harmony. Closing his eyes, he nodded. “I can always cleanse my machinations later. For now, we are both servants of the Emperor, and you understand the Omnissiah.”

Echoing what he taught me, I explained how the Emperor was humanity’s incarnation of the greater being. How humanity mimicked the beauty of machines, but without their endurance nor power. All the words I had come to love for the meaning of them told me that I could be his, even if he was on a journey to ascend from the flesh I desired to keep.

“My calculations tell me that you would make a fine initiate, but your path is no longer mine or yours.”

Reaching out, I carefully traced everything that didn’t seem too fragile to touch. Surely these tubes full of blood and nutrients were reinforced, but to feel them between my fingers was a power for which I was not ready.

“We both live to serve and respect each other’s higher powers. It’s no coincidence that we find ourselves…”

“Smitten?” He addended and I affirmed.

“Indeed.”

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This is why you must peg the Night Haunter

konrad kurze's penis has the functionality of a shrivelled gummy worm left under a sofa for 2 years send post

Thank you for contributing to my Night Haunter Erectile Dysfunction headcanon, beloved