kit-williams

[kit-williams]

Saw this on a door at work.

[kit-williams]

holy shit Ichor...

I loved how the Custodes were variations on saying the same thing

It is late and i can't think coherently after that

I'm just a little cum dump for my favorite big men. 🤪

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Oh, oh lordy. I hope you know how many there is so far. Though, who exactly are your favorites? Apologies, this became something a little more.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: This has some name and attribute spoilers of my created characters. Which also means these characters can change their… preferences.

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Overstimulation, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Mating Press, Tentacles, Cockbuldge, Cockwarming, Body Worship, Non/Dubcon, Shower/Water Sex, Massage, Size Difference, Pregnancy, Double Penetration, Bondage, Lactation, Corruption? Controlled Orgasm? Semi-Public, Scent Kink, Google Translate.

𝔸𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕤:

Celsus(Shadow Keeper):

Celsus is a quiet one. In fact, most of these Custodes are. Though, Celsus usually gets to you first, staining your sensitive walls with his seed. He’ll groan like a phantom when he does, looking down at your overly sensitive form. His hands massaging your thighs as he angles you to where his cum pools above your folds. His cock still twitching inside of you.

“Throne, little one, let me cum inside of you once more.”

Atlas(Aquilan Shield):

Atlas is always around, it how you get double penetration sometimes. It’s also how you get pinned in semi-public places. Atlas preferably likes to take you alone, but when you call for him? He is there, ready to provide for you. Ready to stuff you so full of him, that his cum coats the inside of your thighs and drips from your hole; onto the dirty ground. You’ll have to completely rely on him to protect you, to take care of you and take you back home when you tap out.

“Shhhh, little one. You called for me, let me take care of you.”

Pythios(Dread Host):

Pythios wouldn’t hesitate to put you in your place and he won’t stop until you tell him to, or if you are too cock drunk on him, they have enough (a lot) of logic to stop. Though, when stuffing you, he’s a “little” messy. His cum creating a milky web between your thighs, folds and his cock, but he likes to clean you up afterwards whether by tongue or cloth. He also likes how exhausted you look by his cock that still rests inside of you, cockwarming you.

“You are stubborn, little one. Let me take care of that.”

Horos(Solor Watch):

Horos is the kind one, always watching from a distance, but when it’s his moment to stuff you he’s pulling you into a mating press. His form curling around you as both of your thighs are covered with his cum. Yet again, he doesn’t stop until you tap out. So the squelch of each thrust is audible around you when you whine and clench around him so deliciously.

“Please, little one, let me fill your needs.”

Sabinus(Emissary Imperatus):

Sabinus is the first one to know of your needs before you do and his brethren, he’s already providing for you. His cock inching between your cum coated folds with a squelch. Your hands gripping up at his shoulders, clawing, squeezing at him as you feel so full of him, so full of his seed. The sheets will smell like him, even after you wash them.

“Good little one. You are doing so well.”

𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝:

Ruslan:

Ruslan would put you in an angle and tie you up at his mercy to mate press you and nuzzle at your neck, loving your scent while he’s stuffing you over and over again. It felt oh so sinful of him, but he can’t stop. You smell so good, look so good with his cum staining your fluttering walls. He just has to fill you up, inhale your scent to make you all his all over again.

“You are my sin, Маленькой ангел(Little angel.)”

𝔼𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕣𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕟:

Ambrosius:

Ambrosius is going to have you tied to the bed. He isn’t taking his chances when you left him with a note the first time you’ve met. You are staying and taking his cock, his seed. He’ll continue to paint your walls until you are babbling at him, mewling at him. Unable to say anything as he takes in the scene before him with his eyes. His cum continuously leaking down his cock from your hole and onto his balls.

“Mmmm, I’m going to love to paint, to fill you, petite rose(little rose.)”

𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤:

Lycus:

Lycus loves to curl around you and put you up into a mating press. Biting and nipping at you while driving his cock through your slick folds at an eager pace. Loving the feeling of his cum squelching around his cock while he breeds you. He can’t help, but latch onto your shoulder every time he pumps your womb full of his future pups.

“Throne, you tease me with that fertile hole of yours, Little wolf.”

𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝𝕤:

Amadeus:

Amadeus is a little tricky one, but every once in a blood moon he has you stuffed to the brim with his cum. His long life of not having to rail his little bonded hitting him like The Red Thirst. He’ll put you in a matting press and bite into your shoulder, the wicked combo making his eyes flutter and his cock twitch to fill you up the upteenth time this… day? Week?

“Vita mea(My life), please, stay still. I only wish to bring you my pleasure upon you.”

𝕀𝕣𝕠𝕟 ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤:

Sviatoslav:

Sviatoslav will stuff you so good you won’t remember what the hell happened before he railed you. You’ll be cockdrunk and cockwarmed through his process of stuffing you and he knows all the best way to make you cum more than him. Don’t try to get him to stuff you either, he’s the one controlling this, alright?

“Stop fighting me, Маленький целитель.(little healer).”

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝔼𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤:

Spartak:

Spartak can be brutal if he wants to be. Especially when you run away from him. He’ll overstimulate you so badly with his cock you don’t even know what world you were in, you keep fading in and out. Your tears of pleasure blurring your vision. Not to mention that the nest is a mess. Covered in his semen, including you. You’re covered, filled with his seed, his scent. So, if you go off running on him again they will know who you belong to and you won’t get away so easily from him.

“Stop running away from me, Маленький мир(little world.)”

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝔾𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕕:

Blasius:

Blasius loves to breed you. He wants to see you swollen, round, and pregnant with his seed after each round he puts you through. He’ll desperately try and keep you stuffed by shoving putting his tentacles in your fertile hole or even angling you downwards in order to keep his seed inside of you, and if some leaks out? No matter, he still has plenty more to give you.

“Just one more little mate, just one more, you can do it.”

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕣𝕤:

Rasul & Zazir:

Rasul & Zazir are always together and they will worship you together. Massaging your sensitive skin, your chest, your wet folds. Have their lips on you at all times. Nibbling and sucking on those breasts of yours, hoping to gain your essence from them and from your generous core they have stained with their endless corruption.

“Let’s us worship you, little deity. You have done so much already, relax.”

𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤:

Dorvenos:

Dorvenos will stuff you upon order, upon asking him. Will keep thrusting up inside of you until the folds of your core a milky. Until you tell him to stop, but he will encourage you to take more of his seed. You just look so beautiful with his cum staining your overly sensitive skin. So radiant with the bulge of his cock stuffing you more than his own cum.

“Moje Zlato(My gold), you’re stuffed full of me, think you can handle another one?”

𝕄𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚:

Hydra(Alpha Legion):

Hydra a tricky one too, more so on the trickster side of himself. He’ll mate press, bite, cockwarm and suck on those tiddys of yours, but he can unpredictable about it. Not so much so that he is stuffing your pretty little hole with his cock, just the random sensations and pace of his are wild on you. It feels like he’s needy, but at the same time it feels controlled. Well… your orgasms are, not so much of his.

Man is not talking, he’s too busy biting you at random times.

Asclepius(Alpha Legion):

Sweet Asclepius is suckling on your breasts and flicking the nubs with his tongue. Hoping to get a drink from them as he deeply rails against you. His cum pooling around your *ss. His eyes fluttering closed as he gets pussydrunk on you. He won’t stop however, but it definitely makes you feel like you ate a full course meal.

“Little serpent, rest. Let me do all the work for you.”

Leviathan(Alpha Legion):

Leviathan can be feral when it comes to stuffing you full with his cum. Especially in the shower or any body of water. He loves how his cum mixes with the water and dribbles down your leg. How his cum moves around your walls because his cock is too much for you, but he still stuffs you, breeds you like he’s in his damn element, gaining energy from the water.

Doesn’t speak either, but he’s definitely hissing, groaning and moaning in your ear.

Solor(Gray Knight):

Solor is on it. He never misses an opportunity to rail you when he can. To have you so full of his cum that you look pregnant before you even are actually pregnant. Surprisingly he is not messy about it, he somehow keeps the sticky mess controlled, but you are cumming with him each time he cums. This Gray Knight is passionatly and keenly breeding you to his home planet Titan.

“Throne, you are my grace, little maiden.”

Xerxes(Ultramarine):

Xerxes is also on it. One kinky Ultramarine. Would take you anywhere besides public. He has enough decency to know some boundaries. Though, without public eye he is breeding you at every angle and he gets to stuff you? Wave your vacation leave goodbye! You put him in a rut-like position where he overstimulates you until you are limp in his arms and he still uses you as a fleshlight. Every place you fuck is clearly left with a mess. You are so lucky he’s an Ultramarine.

“Take it, Sargent. Yes, there we go, such a good girl~”

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #x reader #adeptus astartes x reader #space marine x reader #adeptus custodes x reader #oc: celsus #oc: atlas #oc: pythios #oc: horos #oc: sabinus #oc: ruslan #oc: ambrosius #oc: lycus #oc: amadeus #oc: sviatoslav #oc: spartak #oc: blasius #oc: rasul #oc: zazir #oc: dorvenos #oc: hydra #oc: asclepius #oc: leviathan #oc: solor #oc: xerxes #tw: smut

[kit-williams]

IG : @emperorofmischief

[kit-williams]

Y'all, the world is sleeping on what NASA just pulled off with Voyager 1

The probe has been sending gibberish science data back to Earth, and scientists feared it was just the probe finally dying. You know, after working for 50 GODDAMN YEARS and LEAVING THE GODDAMN SOLAR SYSTEM and STILL CHURNING OUT GODDAMN DATA.

So they analyzed the gibberish and realized that in it was a total readout of EVERYTHING ON THE PROBE. Data, the programming, hardware specs and status, everything. They realized that one of the chips was malfunctioning.

So what do you do when your probe is 22 Billion km away and needs a fix? Why, you just REPROGRAM THAT ENTIRE GODDAMN THING. Told it to avoid the bad chip, store the data elsewhere.

Sent the new code on April 18th. Got a response on April 20th - yeah, it's so far away that it took that long just to transmit.

And the probe is working again.

From a programmer's perspective, that may be the most fucking impressive thing I have ever heard.

[kit-williams]

Advertising peaked at the Discovery channel “Boom de Yada” commercials

[kit-williams]

Crochet Patterns // Pippa Patterns

[kit-williams]

wait you have an Ao3 but yes yes you should

Master list updated.

Should I update Ao3? Let me know and I will.

[kit-williams]

Too soon?

[kit-williams]

Sorry

I haven't written anything online for a couple of days. Been just busy and just vibin... Dadatar has been needing Momrad and Konrad is getting his upper front teeth at the same time so it's all be like... vibes really.

I know I'm gonna get messages saying not to worry... to not push myself... but I feel bad that I've been sitting on the Pheromone spray and first kiss for awhile and only NOW have their plots vaguely plotted.

But I just wanna remind everyone I havent forgotten

#momrad rambles

[kit-williams]

Fuckin hell

𝕱𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝕾𝖆𝖑𝖛𝖆𝖌𝖊

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Proceeds to do anything, but work on the WIPs*

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗:

Маленький целитель - Little Healer(Russian)

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Noncon and Dubcon, Anal, Overstimulation, Mating Press, Massaging? Yandere Themes, Death, Body Horror.

“Svi” is what she called him, nicknamed him. His original name being far too difficult for her to pronounce. Always managing to mispronounce “slav” at the end of his name “Sviatoslav.” He couldn’t tell if he should be angry at her or not for it, and at first he was.

He was grumpy that he had a human helping him on his recovery. Helping him wrap his flesh wounds. Helping him reconstruct and rewire the bionic parts of himself. Not that she had good enough technology to repair it, but he wasn’t one to whine if it improved his helpless position at the moment. He can always upgrade the work done on him when he was back steadily on his feet.

Though, he would grumble and hiss lowly every time she would try and help him. Turning his body away from her as much as he could from her approaching organic hands. The metal pistons replacing his stomach groaning in protest.

He was already injured enough, he was in no shape or form to move after he got jumped by a warband of feral marines. Their goal to leave him spewing his own lifeline on the forest floor as they were successful of smashing their gauntlets in between his armor and ripping them off like some scavengers. It pained him, it felt like his own limbs were being torn apart and they might as well have been if he hadn’t learned about their group and his heavy warfare tactics. He was barely alive when he found himself in the humans… shed, taking a rest there or his death bed if it wasn’t for the human to find him in their shed.

He questions nightly why the human would save him, an Iron hand. He knows they were not the most pleasing to be around considering their passive-aggressive behavior. Throne, even he was being aggressive towards her, he knows he is, but he doesn’t do anything to correct it. Not when she growls back at him to stay put.

It silence him the first time she got fed up with him moving away from her. Hissing and puffing up at her when she suddenly snarled at him, telling him to stop moving or else she would switch a wire in him. Not that would do much to him and mildly irritate him, but it was the bravery of her saying such demands, such threats to him. He actually stayed still the first time since she started his recovery process. His eyes carefully watching her work delicately across his organic skin and between his bionic parts. How come he didn’t notice her grace before?

He watches her intently everyday then. Ever so silent with a few growls and hisses here and there when she touches a sensitive nerve between flesh and metal, but he doesn’t move away from her. He awaits for her to return to him three times a day, giving him meals to savor on his organic tongue. Sometimes, it’s a little untimely for her arrival that he gets agitated, but she always manages to show up when he was just about to make a move himself to find her.

Within these times of his recovery by her hand. He learns to like, even love her appearance. His hearts in his chest beating just a bit more when he sees her, then deeply ache when she leaves him. It confused him at first until he remembered that “bonds” were a thing in this world.

Was this his bonded? Or was this some sort of psyker trickery playing on him? No, he had way too much self-discipline to have tricks played on him. This was a calling, for him. This bond was his, wholly his. He knows it.

He made her stay with him a night after she delivered his last meal of the day. His half-worked metal arm shooting out and wrapping around her waist and pulling her in his lap. Bringing her back flush against his torso as his metal fingers lightly left tiny circles on her clothed skin above her stomach. Feeling how she slowly relaxed in his embrace. A bit unsure at first, but she leaned back to rest on him rather than leaning away from him.

He sits there, dozing there for a while. His nose nuzzling the top of her head, thinking, enjoying her scent that brought him sudden comfort to his senses. His fingers still circling on top of her clothing until they stop, simply resting on top of his bonded.

His eyes suddenly snap open in a glare and he snarls when he feels her trying to escape his grasp, his willing embrace. Her smaller figure freezing up in her movements to leave him as he shifts in his spot. His form curling over hers while his arms wrap around her torso and pull her back to him, feeling her plush breasts under her layers of clothing. His head leaning down and nuzzle into the side of her neck, his want to just nip at her skin rising as she side eyes him.

“I have someone else to attend to you know.” She mentions and he honestly doesn’t care. He has smelt that other human on her. Not exactly a partner nor a friend, but he can smell the faint whiff of the… attraction this human had for his bonded. His Маленький целитель(little healer.)

He growls in her ear when she makes another attempt to move anyway for him. His hands lightly gripping the sides of her body, pressing into her clothing in a warning. Her scent changing there for a second before she huffs at him, wiggling and settling back into his lap.

“Fine.” She grumbles back at him, shifting in his lap again. Agitating him as he almost growls again, but it turns into a quiet purr as she nuzzles up against his exposed neck. Her arms wrapping up and around his shoulders as much as she could. Settling his their little disagreement.

His hearts ache once again as she leaves him in the cold morning. A reassuring coo falling from her lips. Promising him of her return while a whine of his own nearly left his throat as he swallows it down. His tongue ruffly pressing up against the back of his teeth.

He… he needed more.

He doesn’t know what got into him when he finds himself rising off the dusty ground. His head nearly having a wooden beam above him take him back down, but he proceeds, leaning through the old doorway of the shed. The pistons in his body feeling remarkably better and moveable than the first time he’s tried to move before.

His Маленький целитель(little healer) has gotten better in repairing his bionic attachments. His flesh wounds were no match for her, having healed up quickly with his healing factor. Throne, he should reward her for taking him under her delicate hands just as she was rewarding him with another life. He knows she could have killed him right there, on the spot, but she never held anything towards him. She was… patient with him.

His tongue twists when he picks up the fresh scent of the male through the air, his eyes narrowing at the sudden smell of him. He has never smelt the male so close before. Was he hunting? But it didn’t seem like this one was the type to hunt, he was more like a lazy human, incompetent. Was this male perhaps following his Маленький целитель?(little healer?)

Oh, that thought made him flex his iron hand. A soft shink coming off each finger.

His pistons work hard for him to move at a quick, but stalking pace. Still needing the appropriate parts to work efficiently that only he can get, but he’s silently grateful for the his Маленький целитель(little healer) work or else he wouldn’t be able to protect her.

That word, “protect” screams at him mentally. Urging him to overwork himself to find himself at the edge of his Маленький целитель(little healer) nest. He was sure he would be a thing of steaming metal if he didn’t stop to scope out her nest in front of him. Looking for all the possible exits and opportunities someone might “sneak” in.

He lowly growls into the cold, morning air. A cloud of his exhale and steaming joints surrounding him, his body too hot for the air to cool him off. His eyes searching over the nest for an obvious opening, and he finds an open back door.

He shoots forward when a surprised shout comes from inside of the house. His figure quickly crossing the yard and leaning through an open back door of the nest. Chuffs and clicks coming from him as he stands still for a moment inside of the nest to hear where the commotion is coming from. His head snapping into the pinpointed direction before his body makes a move himself.

“Y-you are not supposed to be here.” He hears his Маленький целитель(little healer) swallow as he comes around an archway, leaning down through it.

“I was worried for you! I keep seeing you go out back of your house, and you usually return before 12, but you didn’t last night!” The male in front of his Маленький целитель(little healer) speaks, twirling an object in his hands.

“You’ve been stalking me?” His Маленький целитель(little healer) questions, keeping her eyes on the male as she slowly backs away from the ever approaching male. The object in his hand becoming a type of knife.

“Now that makes me sound bad!” The male whines, stepping closer. “I was just making sure you and your house was protected!”

“I think, me and you are thinking two different things.” She states.

“No, we are thinking the same things.” The males tone suddenly changed. Sviatoslav fingers slowly moving in anticipation.

“No, we are not.” She rejects boldly.

“Yes, we are.” The male argues, flipping the knife once more in his hand. Stalking forward, oh so stupidly towards his Маленький целитель(little healer.)

He shoots out of the dark then. His iron hand dragging the smaller male up to his much higher level. His silver eyes glaring dangerously down into the males fear stricken eyes. A hiss rumbling through Sviatoslav teeth as the male struggles in his firm hold, his knife stabbing at his iron arm, creating sparks.

Sviatoslav wants to throw the corrupt male across the room. Smash his head through a wall, but he also wants to make sure this… boy stays dead and what’s better than to do that with his own bear hands?

Forcefully putting the male back down on his feet. His hands wrapped around his jaw before pushing through the males mouth, breaking some of the males teeth out to do so as he cry’s out in pain. The males tears running down his cheeks as his fingers positioning on the roof of his mouth and the bottom of his mouth and then he pulls.

The sickening snap of his jaw being ripped from his head cracks out. His once white teeth intact to the jaw, now bloody and flying throughout the room, little tinks sounding across the wooden floorboards. His head, now with no jaw bleeds down the front of the body, pooling below where the body still stands before the knees give up, kneeling below him before flopping to the side. A pool of blood surrounding the twitching body.

Sviatoslav simply rumbles at the sight, throwing the bottom jaw in his hand back to the dying body. The jaw bone cracking underneath the force of his throw.

When he turns back around to see his Маленький целитель(little healer) he purrs quietly at her shocked form, attempting to soothe her as her eyes looked between him and the body that occasionally twitches in its own pool of blood, on her floor, just behind her countertop. He coos at her again, curling his towering form around her and nuzzles into her neck. His breath fanning against her skin as flakes of cold blood touch her skin, sending a shiver through her body. His hands settling on her hips, tracing tiny circles on them.

“S-Svi.” She whispers to him, finally choosing to look at him instead. Her heart pounding in her chest as he gently pushes her towards the island in the room and she hesitantly obeys. Whether it was by shock or not, he still gives her a pleased grumble before he turns her around and softly pushes against her back with his iron hand. His hands pressing down into the curve of her spine as she leans down onto the countertop.

He can smell her uncertainty at his actions, previous and now. How she tenses up when he drags his hands down the more softer parts of her body. How her breath is more quieter than usual.

He leans his body down on top of her. His chest pressing against her back as he softly nuzzles and chuffs quietly at the back of her neck. Attempting to soothe his Маленький целитель(little healer) again.

He knows he has killed someone right in front of her and it’s reasonable for her to be… concerned with him, but he wants her to know he won’t do such a thing to his savior that gave him another chance of his life. He wants to protect and heal her just as she did to him. He wants to show her that she can trust him just as he trusted her to not kill him when she could have.

His hands tug at the loop holes on her pants. His chest rumbling against her back as he starts to kiss at her neck and shoulders. His hips pressing up against her *ss as he eyes how her hands tighten and loosen, still unsure with him.

He stops and coos questionably when she slowly sighs underneath him. His form leaning up to watch as she shimmy’s out of her pants and underwear, letting them lay at her ankles. Her cheeks highlighting from the light above them.

“Just… not through my folds, alright?” She tells him, her face turning red at his staring, unable to make eye contact with him.

He purrs loudly this time, unlike his usual quiet purrs. He body leaning forward again to capture her lips in his, a surprised gasp coming from her as his hands presses and grips her butt cheeks together.

His tongue slips pass her teeth and overwhelms her mouth with his, claiming anything hers as his. His hand fiddling with his cod piece as he works on making his Маленький целитель(little healer) breathless, dizzy on him by just his mouth. Her hand resting on his lower jaw encouraging him.

Leaning back from his Маленький целитель(little healer) to let her breathe. A string of their saliva connected their mouths together until Sviatoslav pressed his chest back into her back, his teeth lightly nipping at her neck and shoulder as she leans back down on the countertop.

Finally freeing his c*ck, he uses her and his arousal to coat his c*ck as lube. Teasing her wet folds with his length as his hands grip and massage her cheeks, opening up her pulsing *ss for him. His c*ck slowly dragging back and forth between her folds before pressing onto her unyielding hole. He had to push a little harder before he popped into her hole with a ‘plop.’

He groans as she whines breathlessly underneath him, her hands immediately gripping the other side of the countertop. Her breaths coming in short the more he slowly edges himself into her tight hole. Her walls pulsing around him, trying to push him back out.

“Svi…” She whines quietly at him. His hands massaging her skin and muscles in order to relax her smaller body, his hands nearly wrapped around her waist fully.

Such a small little thing, he rumbles to himself. Waiting on her to relax before he can start to thrust into her. He doesn’t what to ruin her just yet despite her body tightening around him as he groans again.

She huffs against the counter top when he starts to move, her body rocking with him. Still a bit tight, but he wouldn’t want it any other way. He loves how she tightens around him, how she claws at the countertop to support herself. Not like he was gripping at her hips himself, like she was going to leave him, move away from him. His nose nuzzling into the back of her neck as well.

“S-Svi…” She moans when he goes a little deeper, a little faster that he has her on her tippy toes. Groaning up at him, begging him to rail her again and again and he can’t help but oblige. Growling into her ear as he leans over her some more, putting her into a type of mating press against the cold countertop.

His hands drag along her thigh with his lips suckling on her neck before he picks up her leg and puts it on the countertop for more access into her hole. His hands coming back up on her hips to keep her in place.

She gasps and chokes on thin air as he “slips” out of her and through her wet folds. A squelch-like sound coming out as he buries himself to the hilt before dragging back out. Her body jerking forward in surprise as he pulls her back down on his c*ck with a growl. Her body shaking around him as her toes curl.

“Svi! Svi!” She cries at him. Her hands patting back at him, wanting him off of her and he snarls next to her ear at her. His iron hand coming up to thread through her hair and pin her head to the countertop as tears run down her cheeks. Slobs wreaking through her body.

See what happens when one will try and court you? Try and take you away from me Маленький целитель?(little healer?)

He continues to snarl and growl at his Маленький целитель(little healer) when she try’s to push him off of her. His iron grip never letting her move away from him as he listens to how she cry’s and mewls at him at the same time. Indecisive of she wants to do.

“Svi, p-please!” She begs at him, almost unable to form words to him. Yet he just snaps at her neck in return.

Let him reward you just as you rewarded him, Маленький целитель.(little healer). Let him take care of you and heal you now.

His Маленький целитель(little healer) cry’s out as he burys himself to the hilt. One hand coming up to stop her hand from gripping onto a near by butter knife as he purrs almost darkly in her ear. His other hand keeping her still as she tries to wiggle away from him. His c*ck pumping his seed into her womb as she tenses up beneath him. Her head throwing back as she bites her lip to quiet her moans.

He lowly moans himself as he could feel his seed leak from her hole and around his c*ck, only to puddle down the inside of her thighs and down into her clothing at her ankles. His lips continuing to lap at her sweating neck, tasting her salty sweat on his tongue.

“…Siv.” She heaves breathlessly at him. Her head trying to nuzzle him back as he chirrs lowly, but happily. Then he chuckles as she gasps out again when he snap his hips forward, back into her throbbing core.

Throne, he’s going to have her anywhere he pleased. The kitchen counter top, the wall, the flooring, the dinner table, the top of the couch, the bathroom wall, outside, the nest, in front of the dead man. He was not stopping until he is done. Until his Маленький целитель(little healer) passes out in his arms. He had to reward his Маленький целитель(little healer) after all. For taking such good care of him when he was at his lowest.

Let him take care of you now, Маленький целитель.(little healer).

#i was in the shower when i got notified about this #iron hands are not normal at all #my man you cant just go from ass to cunt! #his human better scold him for that!

[kit-williams]

Transformers One isn't changing the established lore y'all because there is no established lore

[kit-williams]

#legs

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[kit-williams]

Wholesome guilliman whom loves reader no matter what

Perhaps a 40k character of your choice and someone not very comfortable in their body? Shamelessly self inserting I guess. Thanks so much! ☺️

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author’s note: Decided to do Guilliman. You didn’t specify anything (which is fine!) so I kept it vague for you. Enjoy!

Relationship: Guilliman/Fem!Reader(no pronouns are used, but reader compares themself to Fulgrim's wives and also mentions wanting a dress so femcoded one could say)

Warnings: None really

You wonder how Macaggian history can be so, boring. These history tomes Guilliman had given you while interesting, have largely been unbearably dull; Filled with little more than debate and the trials of leadership.

You had far preferred what Russ had once told you about the history of Fenris when you asked, though you’d never dare speak that to your beloved Primarch aloud.

Said primarch returns to your shared room not moments after you think of him, raking a hand through his own short blonde hair.

It’s quite late, the moon is high in the sky and has been for awhile now, and you assume he hasn’t had any rest in multiple days given you’ve seen little of him these past few. He’s been even busier than usual, since visiting Terra. Even if he has his Commanders take over a good portion of his duties while away from Ultramar, his duties on Terra tend to overtake his time and then some.

With nary a hello, Guilliman climbs onto the bed you’ve been reading in and swiftly lays down on it. The bed groans under his weight despite having been made for someone of his size.

He much larger hands reach to grip you by the waist and pull your closer, laying his face on your stomach overtop of the fabric of your nightgown. Your legs go over his left shoulder, as his left arm curls around your bottom, hip, and up your side to hold you close.

“Guilliman?”

He sighs into your belly.

“Give me a moment, if you will. I’m at my limit with these men today.” You assume he means his fellow primarchs. “Let me enjoy you for a bit now that I’m free of them for the time being.”

You want him to be happy, but you can’t help but shift a bit under him, nervous as he speaks so overtly, and touches you with so little hesitation.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable?” You whisper, nervously twirling a piece of his blonde and ever so slightly grey hair around your fingertip.

“Yes. You are perfect,” He says, your eyes widening at the declaration. You're so offset by it your mind wanders and can’t help but mumble:

“I find that hard to believe…”

You feel him suddenly tense, and he lifts his head to look at you.

“You do not believe me?”

He almost seems insulted by it; Like you think he’s a liar. You shake your head as you look away from his furrowed brow. You hadn’t expected him to spear you to the wall so harshly for your self-deprecating comment.

“No I just…” You grunt in frustration at not finding the right words. The Macragge tome he'd given you lays at your side, and you push it away a bit more. “I sometimes just think there are people out there far more, physically suited to stand beside you than me.” He loses some of his insulted demeanor, but his brow stays furrowed as you pick up pace and begin rambling.

“I mean, look at some of Fulgrim’s wives they-“ He cuts you off with his stoic, firm voice.

“You know how Fulgrim is. You know why and how they look the way they do.” He sighs, the wrinkles around his nose and eyes exaggerating for a moment. “Forget all of that.” He points a finger at you.

“And don’t bring him up again, I’ve had quite enough of him and his comments for quite some time.”

You smile a bit, and he softens. He’s glad you find his aggravation amusing somehow. You do wonder what Fulgrim commented about however; Though you know he has a habit of sometimes treading a bit too far into Roboute’s personal life. Into everyone's personal life honestly, though Roboute having you has made him the prime target of Fulgrim's gossip and colloquies.

His hand squeezes you reassuringly, arm continuing to awkwardly cradle you. He raises his other hand to brush his thumb across your cheek for a moment.

“You are perfect to me. You don’t need all of those lavish things.” He adds on. “Unless you want them, of course. I won’t deny you anything I can give.” Your smile gets wider, and he feels your body relax against him.

“I don’t need any of it,” You pause. “But if a dress showed up one day I wouldn’t complain, per se.”

Thankfully Guilliman can tell you’re clearly joking, and rolls his eyes. You speak up again a bit more subtly.

“Or maybe something a bit more, delicate? You could pick it.”

Guilliman takes a moment to catch your meaning before he awkwardly coughs, looks at you gentle but expectant smile.

“I’ll, see what I can do.”

Guilliman swiftly ends the topic by returning his head to lay on your stomach, and rest his eyes for a moment to the feeling of you raking your fingers through his hair.

#roboute Guilliman x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader

[kit-williams]

Flower Field Psyduck, inspired by Keiko Fukuyama's illustrations.

#pokemon

[kit-williams]

hi. i made an artblog. warhamber

(also @incorrect-primarchs-quotes told me to post that first image to tumblr but HERES MORE AHAHAHA)