Would you be so kind as to grace us with some headcanons about primarch body composition? Like who has the broadest shoulders, who's rockin the best tits, which one is sporting the fattest ass, etc? And maybe how they react to very direct compliments from us about each feature 😌
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"You should be shirtless more often." You teased, running a hand up and down his back while he tried to get dressed, swatting his shirt away. Lion let out a small grumble, with a slight pink hue touching his cheeks.
"Control yourself. Was last night not enough?"
Fulgrim was partially asleep in your lap as you gently stroked his face. He cracked one eye open to see you grinning down at him.
"You have such soft skin. It's like silk."
Fulgrim grinned up at you, waking a bit more, and pulling you down for a smooch.
The best ass. Caked up on a Tuesday.
"Stop that." He scolded, his back turned to you.
"I'm not doing anything."
"You're staring again-" A firm hand landed on his ass. He groaned, attempting to swat it away. Face flustered, unable to understand your obsession with it.
"It's not my fault. It beckons me with its wonders." You reply, dodging his swats to get two playful handfuls. "I've never seen an ass so fine."
"You're lucky I love you." He mumbled, grabbing you and placing you on his workbench so you'd be out of reach.
He takes it as the highest compliment when you begin to ask to braid his hair. You looked at it in wonder when he removed it from its ties, hands running through it.
"Jag, this is gorgeous. I wish my hair was like this."
"Thank you, my love, but I prefer how lovely yours is."
Leman knew true flattery when one of the few spots you could actually fall asleep on was his stomach. You loved how soft it was and kissed it gently before drifting off. He tried his best not to move for hours as you slept on him.
Rogal had the habit of pushing up his sleeves when he was focusing on building plans, displaying those wonderful full arms. You told him over and over again how attractive they were. Rogal brushed the compliments off at first, but they did make his day.
Much to everyone's surprise, the softest hands
"Konrad, how the hell are your hands so soft?" You asked in wonder, running your hands over his. Konrad squirmed at the unfamiliar compliment. He had only grabbed you to move you out of the way.
He hissed at you in an attempt at intimidation.
You had a tendency to whistle when he walked by, as well as an exaggerated head movement. He always knew why. You had always been a fan of his legs.
"Long and lovely," you had called them, causing his face to burn a deep shade of red.
Ferrus had to temporarily ban you from his forge for a week. He had taken his shirt off while working on a difficult build, sweating up a storm.
One look at him and you turned into a hound. Touching and kissing his shoulders. Complimenting them. Little work had gotten done that day. Nor the next. Or the day after. He didn't understand why you loved them so much... He also wasn't complaining either.
The only reason he banned you was to get some work done. Granted, his sons did little to stop you from entering.
You always held them so gently in yours. Weapons of war and death. Yet you always treated them like the finest glassware. Kissing them gently when the nails weren't biting, whispering sweet tunes to him. Angron doubted you immensely. He also wasn't going to stop you either.
You had found out the first time you two had kissed that Roboute had very soft lips. He hadn't understood why you were jealous! They never chapped or cracked. They were just in a constant state of softness.
No effort needed on his end.
The main benefit was the constant stream of kisses you supplied to him. Walking by? Smooch. Reading? Smooch. Roboute loved it.
has the best puppy/doe eyes
Mortarion often looked annoyed, his face constantly in a glare. You were very well aware. One day, in a moment of peace in his garden, he hit you with the softest doe eyes while showing you new growth. Soft and gentle.
You made it your mission to tell him and boost that confidence. He doubts you every time, yet tries not to look as annoyed around you.
Magnus flexed his biceps once for you. ONCE. A switch had flipped in you.
"I need you to do that again."
"Magnus, I need you to know how attractive that is."
He did lightly misuse this newfound ability, walking around sleeveless to catch your attention and draw you away from your work. It worked every time.
You nearly went feral the first time you saw them. Horus' thighs were like sculpted marble. It took all your willpower not to try to bite them. You failed. You failed terribly, leaving markings everywhere.
And Horus? Oh, Horus loved it. Loved how you admired him.
Lorgar had been talking to you about something probably important. Not that it mattered much anyway. The only thing that had your attention was his eyes. They shone like amber and honey in the light.
"War isn't mesmerizing, love."
"Not war. Your eyes. Lorgar, they're very pretty."
He flushed, and you remembered several of his sons stood around you as well.
He laughed as your hands found their way under his shirt again, rubbing up and down his chest.
"Dove, you're going to tire me out, or finally rip this shirt off of me"
"I can live with you being shirtless."
"I'm aware of that, but it would make it awkward for others."
"I can live with that too."
"I don't know how you get your hair so soft, Corv. It's wonderful." You adored him, running your hands through his hair. He had let you brush it out.
"It's nothing special." He mumbled. If this had been when you first started dating, he would've shunk to the shadows. Luckily, he stayed.
"I disagree. It's quite nice. I'd love to have hair this soft"
"Your hair is perfect, dear."
You beamed, leaning down, giving him a quick peck on the forehead.
You had both of them resting their head on you. One on your legs, the other in your lap. They lingered in and out of consciousness. You, however, had given up on knitting. Instead, you studied their faces. Their brows. Cheekbones. But you really enjoyed their noses, handsomely curved. It suited them well.
"You two have very cute noses."
"No," Alpharius grumbled.
"I'm glad you agree with me," You replied, knowing damn well he was agreeing with his brother. They both rolled their eyes tiredly.
"Apparently, I have great taste."
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