#springtimeishere

[historyofart]

A baby bunny

[primarisly-marooned]

to serve pt 1

as promised, the Guilliman fic!

summary: You're an aide to the Avenging Son, the only aide to the Lord Regent. While serving him dinner you both make a discovery about each other.

pairing: Roboute Guilliman x F!Reader

warnings: bit of a food kink, feral behavior (Guilliman), threatening (?) behavior, oral fixation (Guilliman again), alluding to masturbation (reader), fic got to long so no smut but it does get a little nsfw, lemme know if i need to tag anything else!

part 2, part 3

tagging @beckyninja , @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond , @springtimeishere , @moodymisty , @vyzz-undercover, and @ailjsenutna bc they requested it! lemme know if you want to be added to the list as well

It was going to end tragically, he knew it would. All things ended this way it seemed, especially for the Avenging Son.

Denied his death, denied a life outside of the rotting corpse of his father’s failed dream, his brothers gone, his mother… Ten thousand years wasted in agony, only to inherit the Imperium. No peace, no happiness, denying himself even the basics of comfort in an effort to keep things from getting worse. All in order to keep his sons people safe.

But he could not deny himself you. A little kindness, a little humanity, is all it took for Roboute Guilliman to fall at your feet. Figuratively of course, not that you were aware of this. He made sure that there were no untoward actions from him, nothing that could be traced back to anything besides him having a favored aide. He was allowed to have preferences, encouraged even. So if he used that as permission to pull you from your normal duties to being essentially glued to his side at all times, well.

He was only doing what everyone seemed to expect, now wasn’t he?

You were a balm to his battered soul, seeming to almost literally light up the dark corridors of his ship wherever you went. The way you would smile at him when you completed the little tasks he asked of you. You treated him as a lord, yes. But as a man.

Not a god.

There was nothing holy about Roboute no matter what anyone thought. And behind his closed office doors with just himself and you, he didn’t have to be. He could be himself, bad jokes and all. He could enjoy your laugh, the way your skin flushed down your neck to your plush-

“My lord?”

Your voice startles him out of his thoughts, and he’s glad of it.

A glance to the side of his desk reveals you peering up at him through your lashes, hood tilted back enough to allow the candle light to illuminate your soft features. There was a soft smile on your face, a common expression when you were alone together. In your hands was his dinner, and a quick look at the time has Roboute grimacing. It had been hours since he last ate and even longer since he had left his office.

Truly, the Administratum had to be the greatest enemy the Imperium of Man faced in this age.

“Ah, yes,” he said abruptly, moving carefully in his armor to nudge stacks of dataslates and paperwork over enough to clear a space large enough for you to sit in. Roboute found his mouth watering already, and not just for the food. “Come, little one, this should be enough room.”

Your shy little blush comes with a rush of hormones he can all but taste in the air and his mouth fills with saliva. It’s truly depraved, for all that it started innocently enough. He is large, even by Astartes standards, what with him being a Primarch. And the Armor of Fate makes him even bigger, at the cost of his dexterity and sensitivity. It was unfortunate that he still needed to wear it most days, it’s life support a horrid fact of his current existence. Add all of this together, and Roboute found that eating was much more of a chore than he ever remembered it being.

And he had a long, long memory.

He has to swallow several times as he helps you onto his desk, one gauntleted hand under your thighs with his tray balanced across your lap. “It looks delicious,” he murmured, and it truly did, but it wasn’t the food that had hunger gnawing at him.

It was your clever, kind, debilitating solution to his food issue that had Roboute acting little more than a common beast.

Food that wasn’t nutrient paste was too difficult for him to bother with on his own truly he just didn’t want to spend hours cleaning smashed everything out of the delicate circuitry of his armor, but was easily handled in your much smaller grasp, and an offer to feed him led to this, the Lord of Ultramar leaned over you so he could catch a taste of your skin.

He felt no small amount of shame at this- this debauchery, but… this is only a small thing. A temporary indulgence.

Quitting you should be easy for one of his self control if this goes too far. You smile at him when you settle on his immense desk, almost dwarfed by the huge stacks of paperwork covering the surface. The sight of it makes his hearts clench in some unnameable emotion.

“Are you hungry, my Lord?”

Always, for you, almost leaves his mouth before he catches himself. “I could eat.” And he could. It takes a lot of calories to feed his frame, so no matter how many meals he gets to eat like this, that damnable nutrient paste is still needed as a supplement.

You were all he could smell now, sweet and warm, almost syrupy as his focus narrowed down to just you. Your delicate fingers, so small compared to him, picked up something he didn’t know the name of. A sizeable portion to one of your stature, but barely a mouthful to Roboute.

It was a game now, a challenge for himself to see how long he could hold out tasting your skin before he couldn’t anymore. The first bite was always the hardest, a mouthful of flavor exploding over his tongue as your fingertips brushed over his lips. A temptation to lick them is ruthlessly shoved aside as he puts his considerable focus onto you.

This was a time that you would tell him about your day, all the little tidbits of information you overheard or the tasks you completed. Rarely was it anything that Roboute needed to know, but he found that he couldn’t help but find every word that graced your lips as some form of sacred.

It was towards the end of his dinner that everything changed and Roboute’s legendary self control finally snapped.

A few pieces of his meal were left, smaller morsels that he shared between himself and you. Smaller bites meant he had to be careful, closing his teeth over your finger accidentally could snap it off without him even realizing. Something both of you are eager to not happen.

So a little overlap was expected at this point, his lips closing over your fingers, tongue curling under them so no crumb was wasted. It was his favorite part usually, something he could do to taste the salt of your skin and overwhelm his brain with your hormones so he can stop thinking for a while. But this time…

This time there was something extra to your scent. He had noticed something in the food, but didn’t think too hard about it. With your fingers in his mouth, it was all he could taste.

Sweet and musky, thick like honey and so overwhelmingly human, Roboute couldn’t help but close his mouth tighter over your fingers and lathe them with his tongue. By the stars, what was this?

Through the vague haze his mind had fallen under he could see that you were blushing deeply, from your chest all the way up into your hair. You were stuttering something as he gazed down at you, still sucking on your little fingers. The angle you were at allowed Roboute to see down the front of your dress and his gaze was drawn down your collarbone to the swell of your breasts pressed tightly together.

It was when his mind started filling with impure thoughts that it finally clicked what he was tasting on your hand, and his own face burned as he abruptly released you and leaned back. He had to put distance between you or he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore.

He was already painfully hard in his armor, and he meant that literally. A design flaw, clearly.

“Ah,” Roboute starts, at a loss to explain what came over him. It still lurked just beneath his skin, clawing at his stomach and howling in his ears. His lungs heaved for air, able to taste your confused arousal on his tongue. Involuntarily, he opened his mouth and breathed you in deeper. He leaned closer, armor scraping against itself as he loomed.

“My Lord…,” your voice is quiet, but he can still hear you. A little voice in the back of his head is growing louder, near purring at the way you lean back to make room for him. He can see the way you stare up at him with huge shining eyes and wet parted lips. Moving even closer causes you to draw a leg up and onto the desk, the other spreading wide to accommodate him this close to you. “Are you…” There’s a hesitation when you start to ask him a question, and Roboute manages to pull himself together enough to make an inquiring noise as he pushes his chair back to lean down enough that he can stick his face near your neck.

Roboute can feel the way your blood rushes through your veins and for a moment his head swims with the sudden need to bite.

“Do you still have a- hunger, Lord Guilliman?”

It’s the way you say his name, breathy and sweet that gives Roboute the push to open his mouth and lick the sweat off your skin. Your gasp is loud in his ears. “Yes,” is his hissed answer against your throat, lips against your fluttering pulse. “One that must wait to be sated.”

Your little hands, those perfect soft little hands, are featherlight against his head, brushing over his laurels and tracing the curl of his hair. “Why?”

Why indeed, he mused to himself, amused by the simple question. There was much you did not know, and the extent of which he needed his armor was one secret few knew outside of his most trusted. As much as he favored you, he couldn’t risk a breach. You were a weak point.

But one he refused to be parted from.

Another lick sent his brain back into the hazy almost-calm from earlier, your pheromones seeming to crawl through the grey matter of his brain and down his spine. Your fingers slowly thread through his hair and he hummed in quiet bliss, mouth opening against your skin as his arms came up to encircle you. Pain from his cock cleared his head a bit and he realized that he had opened his mouth entirely around your neck.

He felt you swallow against his tongue and fought the urge to feel it from the inside. Pulling back from you was a task almost too great for Roboute, but he managed. “Mm. Please, Little One,” he managed to work around the saliva pooling in his mouth. “Don’t come here again like that.”

Your pupils are blown wide and your skin is shiny. The expression on your face is one of confusion, and dare he say it, arousal. “What?”

Roboute was forced to clear his throat, trying to remove your scent from his mouth. “Your hand. I could… hm. I could taste you on your fingers.”

He could see your mind trying to process it, eyes squinting as you worked through his meaning. The moment you understood caused what he could only call complete and utter mortification to cross your face.

“Oh, My Lord- I’m sorry, please forgive me- I didn’t-”

“Peace,” Roboute  didn’t like the way shamed curdled your scent, bitter-sour overtaking the honey-sweet. “You did nothing wrong. I just request that you be mindful in the future.”

He didn’t know what expression was on his face, but he knew you understood from the way your gaze dropped from his and your hands slipped from his laurels into your lap.

Already he missed the touch of you against his skin.

“O-Of course, my Lord,” you give your assent, and Roboute has to fight everything in himself that wants to keep you on his desk and lay you out so he can feast.

Withdrawing from you completely felt impossible but he managed, and Roboute watched silently as you slipped off his desk and scurried to the door. But before it could open you turn and look back at him, a queer light in you eye. “Shall I return for your breakfast tomorrow, Lord Guilliman?”

He understood what you meant immediately and felt a dizzying sense of want rush through him. “Go.”

You flee from his office and Roboute is left alone in his prison made of his armor and a straining cock he can do nothing about for almost another full cycle.

A glance at his once-organized desk has him placing his head in his hands. Damn the Administratum to the Warp.

[conjcosby]

Stardate: 2024.3.5 ▫ Hello spring, nice to see you again. Look out this afternoon. 😊🙏 #springtimeishere #springseason #startofspring #springtime #poet #poets #poetry #poem #poetryreading #poemreading #readingpoetry #readingpoems #poetoftheweek #poetsoftheweek #poetryoftheweek #poemoftheweek #potw

[lendersheila]

Growing a garden in your yard is just one of the perks of home ownership. #springtimeishere #garden #gardening #gardener #gardeningisfun #gardenersofinstagram #lovegardening #motivation #mondaymotivation #motivationmonday #home #homeownerlife #homeownership #realestate #lasvegasrealestate #homesweethome #househunting #homesearch #homeloan #homeloans #realtor #broker #lasvegasrealestateagent #lasvegasrealtor #lasvegasbroker #vegasrealtor #vegasrealestate #buyahome (at Las Vegas, Nevada) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRhiKSOsHT6/?utm_medium=tumblr

[travelinghuntress]

Set an intention and embrace the new life blossoming around us. #nothingispermanent #mayday #blossom #may2020 #springtimeishere #springtime #springtimeinny #happiness (at New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_odiVOjU3i/?igshid=gox0ei8ti7pl

[seewantshop]

IT’S SPRING 🌼🌼🌼 Super happy about the sunshine & blooms, not so happy about the extreme influx of pollen... #HayfeverProblems #SpringTimeIsHere (at Melbourne, Victoria, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnOMfEYgfm6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=9vkd3ea6spp4

[socialsf]

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[prettyplumpkitty]

Such a lovely evening, this picture does not do it justice. After making a broccoli & a berry salad, I sat outside, speaker bumping, with mister and watched the storm roll in. Moved to chairs in the breezeway once it really started to rain. Finishing up dinner then a game of LIFE and The Last Jedi. #maythefourthbewithyou #springtimeishere #sunset

[lesdupont]

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Springtime video #springtime #springtimefun #springtimewiththeporters #springtimeintherockies #springtimes #springtimecankillyou #springtimeinaz #springtimeinparis #springtimevibes #springtimetravel #springtimeflowers #springtimeishere #springtimefine #springtimeswoletime #springtimetheme #springtimephotos #springtimewreaths #springtimeismyfavorite #springtimewoods #springtimewear #springtimewardrobe #springtimeisthebesttime #springtimeknitfix #springtimememories #springtimemood #springtimespecials #springtimeready #springtimetravelpalma #springtimesmellgoods #springtimeinphilly https://www.instagram.com/p/CRUvghtK98R/?utm_medium=tumblr

[juliettethedragon]

And #allofasudden #springtimeishere !!! 😻🥰😻#yellowflowers #pinkflowers #crocus #greenislife La nature sort de terre comme une allégorie de la désobéissance civile qui s’instaure. Impossible de respecter un couvre feu en plein jour avec chaleur et parfums de fleurs dans le ciel bleu. #lairestunpoème #bisous #ohlesbeauxjours !! #freedom #hope #outdoor (à Parc des Buttes-Chaumont) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLj-S76A8MO/?igshid=ps2oyg9rrtkj

[ziam-is-golden]

Shattered winter dreams! #springiscoming #springtimeishere #winterdreams #shatteredicewindow (hier: Braunau am Inn, Austria)

[therealamazer]

Finally. #springtime #spring #flowers #springtimes #springtimevibes #nature #springtimeready #springtimeflowers #springtimelove #springtimeiscoming #springtimeishere #springtimefine #instagood #naturephotography #naturelovers #photography #flower #photooftheday #springflowers #beautiful #picoftheday (presso Grassina City) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_sSeFsl-25/?igshid=4m1cdnhjbwut

[meowloafs]

🐌Get away snail. 💕 This is a good representation of how I've been feeling. Wanting to escape into nature. 🥰 . . Question: What are you doing to keep busy these days? Working on anything new? ☺️ . . #snaillove #snaillovers #snailsofinstagram #snailmail #hikingjourney #sluglove #picnictime #escapeintonature #natureescape #naturescapes #springflowers🌸 #springtimevibes #springtime🌸 #springtimeiscoming #springtimeishere #stayhomesavelives #socialdistancing2020 #socialdistancingsaveslives #drawdaily #doodleoftheday #cutearteveryday #cuteart #kawaiiforever #kawaiieverything #artcollective #artoninstagram🌍 #artdesign #illustratrice #illustrationsketch #childrensillustrations (at Portland, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-KukgMBv09/?igshid=jlft8n4oat3a

[adriana-style]

Oh Spring it’s You! Are you happy as much as I am? Wiosno ach to Ty! Cieszycie sie tak samo jak ja? #wiosnawpełni #wiosnawmieście #paniwiosna #wkoncuwiosna #idziewiosna #wiosnaachtoty #wiosnawogrodzie #gdzietawiosna #matkanatura #wiosna2019 #kochamkwiaty #krokusy #springhasarrived #springphotos #springlover #springtimeishere #springtimevibes #springnature #springlike #springtimes #springcity #springshoot #springinbloom #springfeed #springscents #springtheme #instamums #fbloggerstyle #springmood (at Dunstable) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvnW54Sh4Jh/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1crqxtak0gh30

[orbiplex]

We say goodbye to Winter, and welcome the Spring, for some, Spring is more than a season, it’s time for renewal, time to enjoy the colors of Spring. #timetoenjoyspring #springtimeofchange #sprintimeofrenewal #springtimeishere #abeautifultime (at Mukilteo, Washington) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bu7jhWhFNem/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=gzuw7vgc9nav

[taystays13]

Ellie and Elle is very similar. I’m suspicious.

my first debate competition tomorrow and im in an all freshman team..tonight, we are all sobbing