🌌❤️‍🔥Valerie❤️‍🔥🌌

Valorem Gadriel x AFAB!Reader (he/him prns)

TW: NSFW, Oral, teasing

@theprojectaesir

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

With a final swing of his power sword, Gadriel let out a mighty roar as the blade sliced clean through the last Tyranid in the now tapering wave. He peered out of the large floor to ceiling windows as the orbital cannon discharged and delivered a devastating blast to the Tyranid Hive Ship. Stray Tyranids screamed loud, guttural shrieks and scattered like rats. Vox comms crackled to life as the static-y voice of Acheran patched in.

“Archmagos Nozick is refusing to evacuate and we are running out of time. His locat….” 

….Your cries filled the air as your nails raked down the sweating and hunched form of the Sergeant Primaris. Soft grunts from the blonde marine kept time alongside wet plaps. Fingers dug into the soft flesh beneath his hands-

Gadriel slammed into the floor with a crash, helmet ricocheting off of the tiles right after. A stray tyranid hiding from above had dove right for him and caught him off guard. He was quick to throw the chaos being off and scramble to his feet, spearing the foul beast through the chest and slamming it to the ground. He shook his head briefly before glancing over at Titus. Chairon was already down the hall, looking out for the rest of the group. Titus held his gaze with an indiscernible expression as he took a few steps forward. 

“Is your mind clouded by something, brother?” His voice was low and carried a clear warning tone. Gadriel looked away, a flash of frustration rising up before mild guilt took its place. 

“No, Lieutenant. I did not see that tyranid,” He responded lowly.  

“Nor did you hear my warning, Sergeant?” Titus quietly hissed out. “Do not let your mind be clouded, Gadriel.” The older marine turned back around without a second glance and started after Chairon. Gadriel stayed put for a few more seconds as he stomped down the rising frustration. 

✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

“The Emperor’s Angels are back! Get moving! Unload and prep for the priests!” Barked your commander as he clapped his leather clad hands together. You look up from where you sat on a munitions crate and braced your arms on the edges. Slowly, you slid off and your eyes searched the crowd of towering blue Angels for a familiar red helmet. 

“Searching for someone, soldier?” You whirl on your heels and looked upwards where your lover stood. He grasped his helmet on both sides and pulled up in a smooth motion. Perfect blonde swept back hair and familiar cool blues greeted your sight.

“Yes, My Lord. May I ask how your deployment went?” You reply as your heart thumps rapidly in your chest. A hardly perceptible smirk flickered across his features. 

“Collect my weapons from the Thunderhawk and I shall tell you. Come.” He walks away from you. An invitation to his quarters. Suddenly you remember what you left him with just hours before. Your stomach does flips as you hurried to collect the massive bolter pistol half your size. You catch up to him after struggling to find a comfortable grip on the weapon. He ushered you down the lengthy and confusing hallways of the Resilience all while recounting his voyage on the surface. You hardly paid attention, thinking of different ways Gadriel may exact revenge. 

Finally, you both arrive at his quarters. Nervously you look up at the hulking figure before you. You knew what would happen as soon as you step inside.

“What is the matter, gunman? Shy suddenly? Go on, I need my weapon placed inside of its case for proper transport.” Gadriel was enjoying watching you squirm, no sign of the cocky man from earlier. Wordlessly, you step inside of his quarters and kneel down where the plasteel weapons case lay open. Slotting the bolter snuggly and shutting the lid, you snap the clasps shut. As you snap them shut, the door behind Gadriel slides shut and clicks as the locks engage. 

Gadriel falls upon you like a starving animal, ceramite clad hands finding your waist and lifting you off your feet. Your back hit the wall and before you could protest, hot, moist breath washed over your neck before sharp teeth sank into your skin. The Primaris before you rumbled as he jutted his hips up against you in a rough manner. You are helpless against him but you most definitely do not want him to stop. The nervous pit in your stomach from earlier had morphed into arousal and excitement as your lover bit into you. He retracted after a few seconds and ran the flat of his tongue up the mark, finishing with a satisfying huff. Frantic and feral kisses pressed to your hot skin traveled down your collarbone. Your hands fumbled at your fatigues, shedding the layers that you wore. Lifting your shirt and continuing the trail of marks he left, he advanced lower while maintaining his hold on you. One hand slid to a leg, palm resting on the underside of your thigh. His other hand followed suit with the other. He lifted up and out, managing to keep you pinned with your legs now spread. 

Cool air breezed against your cunt, causing it to squeeze involuntarily. Sharp canines grazed the sensitive meat of your inner thighs, eliciting a low whine from you and goosebumps rushed across your skin. A quiet rush of hot air from Gadriel told you he took immense pleasure in hearing you like this. He looked up and held your gaze as his mouth descended upon the apex of your thighs. Hot, burning waves of ecstacy rippled through you as his lips captured your swollen nub, and he began to suckle sweetly. Your hips jerked in reaction and a cry ripped from your throat. Your hands found his hair and gripped, earning a satisfied rumble from the well built marine. He kept up his relentless assault, the Sergeant Primaris enjoying how you writhed beneath him. One of your hands covered your mouth to keep yourself quiet. A metal hand was quick to pull it away. 

“I need to hear you, my love.” His voice was low but commanding. You did what you were told although you occasionally bit back a loud moan. He moved back to your cunt, surprising you by delving his tongue into your folds. You could feel the wriggling hot mass worm its way deeper until his nose rested upon your pubic bone. He didn’t dare break eye contact with you. Your legs shook as the tip of his tongue brushed tantalizingly close to your sweet spot. You knew from experience that he could quite easily reach it and was just simply enacting his revenge. He pulled back just a little as you desperately tried to grind down on his face to gain a deeper angle. You whimpered in frustration. You felt him smirk between your thighs. He was enjoying the pathetic noises he was pulling from you. 

He lapped at your folds, your juices dripping onto the floor several feet below you. Wet squelches came from his mouth as he feasted like a ravaged beast. Your fingers in his hair tightened and you opened your mouth to let out a loud squeal. Your eyes squeezed shut and your chest sucked in a lung full of air, the tightening knot in your groin threatening to come undone at a moment's notice. He pulled back right before you reached your peak, evoking a very frustrated hiss from within. Eyes twinkled as he set your feet on the ground, half naked and dripping between the thighs. His face was slick with your juices and an absolute shit eating grin was spread across his face.

“Do not test the patience of the Emperor's Angels, little one.” He picked up your fatigues and wiped his face clean before handing them back to you. He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning his back to your trembling, sexually frustrated and incredibly horny form. Silently, his door unlocked and slid open and he stepped out, leaving you alone in his quarters. 

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Hey! I hope you enjoyed the read :3, I am currently trying to scrounge together the will to finish this as it is well over a month since I wrote this piece. If you like it, please, let me know!