#request fill.

Horus - Very affectionate, complete with quips and kisses. Loves to hold you in the crook of his arm. His tits are wonderful pillows.

Leman Russ - Leman is quite the cuddler, especially because he really likes skin-to-skin contact when you two cuddle. More than likely, you'll both be naked. To your surprise, horizontal loving doesn't happen as often as you thought it would.

Ferrus Manus - A bit stilted but he's got the spirit. His arms are of great interest to you so it's not out of the ordinary to marvel at them.

Fulgrim - Cuddling with Fulgrim has an 85% chance of leading to... other things so yeah. Cuddling also includes a very elaborate primping session.

Vulkan - About as vanilla and saccharine as it gets. Doesn't usually last long because the giant teddy bear is a walking furnace.

Rogal Dorn - Also a bit stilted with him, too. If anything, you'll be tucked under him and engaging in conversation over his latest project. His voice, though he doesn't believe it, is quite sonorous and lulls you into a peaceful doze.

Roboute Guilliman - You're the one sitting in his lap while he's busy doing paperwork or the like. You like to tease him and he'll chuckle and tell you to behave; this is said rather suggestively, too. 👀

Magnus - Funnily enough, you're cuddling and playing with his hair while nestled comfortably in one arm while he's busy reading a book or perhaps the latest treatise his brother Lorgar wrote.

Sanguinius - Just as saccharine as Vulkan's, complete with you being enveloped in his wings just as much are you are in his arms. Touching his feathers will make him rouse his wings, though.

Lion El'Jonson - LMAO.

Perturabo - You're begrudgingly (read: happily) nestled against him and he begrudgingly (read: ABSOLUTELY) accepts it.

Mortarion - The clingy koala of the group, even with the scowl on his face. If he had his way, he'd never let go. Don't you dare tell his brothers or sons, though.

Lorgar - The one who cocoons himself around you. He absolutely, positively adores your cuddle sessions. It's a wonderful retreat away from his obligations and foster father.

Jaghatai Khan - You're holding on to him for dear life while he goes fast so there goes your cuddle session. He's really the one who has no objections to cuddling but he doesn't actively seek them out, either.

Konrad Curze - Does looming over you smirking like a deranged gremlin count as cuddling? If so, then... nice!

Angron - One of the many reasons he has to hate the Nails. Wants your touch. Yearns for it, actually, and if he didn't have them, he'd have Mortarion beat as the clingiest koala to ever cling. Instead, he has to contend with thought and you have to contend with the crazed way he looks at you. Cheers, darling.

Corvus Corax - Cuddling him is like being enveloped by the comfortable darkness. Whenever you're surrounded by it, you're secure in his arms.

Captain John Price - Actually appreciates being the little spoon because he was cold and his back was hurting a little bit so you're a nice distraction; as for the 'babygurl' part, well... he didn't quite catch that because he fell asleep. And no, he can't deny it this time because you heard him snoring lightly.

Gaz - It's second nature at this point that he's the little spoon. It's also second nature that he's babygurl. Gaz also gauges your attitude based on whether you call him babygurl or not.

Soap - Your golden retriever through and through. He burrows himself further into your embrace and puts his hands over yours. Call him babygurl and he giggles chuckles because you're too damn cute as always. That and he's trying to hide the fact that his cheeks are warm. Just another thing he can always look forward to coming home to.

Ghost - The lovable asshole wants to say something smart but he's too tired and just gets comfortable. You call him babygurl and he grunts annoyingly in response. Because he's tired. Asshole. He'll never say it (because actions speak louder than words) but he's never felt more safe, secure, and protected than he does when he's in your arms.

König - His insides are mush he's so damn smitten. Babygurl... it's so... different and unlike him but... like him. Huh. He'll have to get used to this. The pet name and you holding him. König has always been self-conscious about his size. It feels good to know that it doesn't stop you from comforting him. You tightened your hold on him and it snaps him out of his reverie. And for once König remains in the present.

Alejandro - Actually takes some convincing but he agrees to be the little spoon. He didn't know babygurl came with the territory, though. It does. Embrace it, babygurl. Your big spoon privileges are revoked for the time being after you slipped up and called him babygurl in front of Rudy. Whoops.

Rudy - He's not babygurl. He's... Rudabaga Rutabaga. He can't even enjoy being the little spoon because you're so tickled by the name you're practically wheezing with laughter. Rudy just glares stares before planting the biggest kiss on your lips because of reasons. He's still Rutabaga, though.

Horangi - It's a given that calling him babygurl and making him the little spoon will lead to some... tender loving care. It NEVER fails. NEVER.

Phillip Graves - Hits you with the Uno Reverse and YOU'RE babygurl and the little spoon. All the more reason for him to tease you with those hands of his and croon oh so softly into your ear about how you're his babygurl.

Varré's bitchiness being balanced with his obsession with you.

Similarly, Varré wanting you to want him with the same intensity that he yearns for you.

Understanding the extent of how well connected the guy is across the Lands Between. He keeps tabs on you even when you think he doesn't.

Comparing Varré to a cat. To the general observer, he's snarky and distant with an acidic tongue. With you, however, there's a neediness to him that's reserved only for you.

Varré making it his duty to tempt you in a... variety of ways. For reasons.

Teasing Varré and calling bullshit when you see him getting jealous. He will always deny this even though it's a hundred percent true.

Him keeping a hand on the small of your back whenever you're nearby. He's much more physically affectionate than people give him credit for.

Experiencing moments where he'll push you against the wall, remove his mask, capture your lips in a kiss, and grind on you.

Shuddering every time he whispers "Lambkin" as you fuck him.

Piggybacking off of that, making it a point to make him scream loud enough that it echoes across the Lands Between.

Varré clutching on to you for dear life.

Varré whispering in your ear to cum for him as you near completion. Cum for him, lambkin...

Varré's pride going with the wind and he's practically begging you to mark him.

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Gentle pecks, light brushes, soft kisses:

Maria - It is soft but tastes like... regret.

The Doll - Would "taste" like purity and... yearning?

Arianna - It is sweet, like a delicate pastry.

Annalise - (if she could) it would be metallic. And regal. Like an abomination.

Adella - It tastes like envy. And fear.

Gilbert - Like... mortality.

Firm, thorough, and leaves you breathless:

Gascoigne - It... it tastes feral.

Henryk - Like a lifetime of scars and loneliness.

Eileen - Simply, purely HER.

Laurence (When he was human) - Like... conviction.

Ludwig (When he, too, was also human) - He tastes like righteousness.

You call that a kiss? Let them show you how it's done:

Alfred - Tastes like obsession.

Micolash - Is in a league all his own.

Also, Eileen - You thought you had the best of her?

Gehrman - Like... a desire for freedom.

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐚𝐩 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

note: I took some liberties with this, anon, so it could coincide with the beginnings of Ghoapbusters. wanna read some more ghoap x reader?

Remember when it was mentioned that the transition to a full-fledged relationship was uneventful? It most definitely was. That doesn't mean it was smooth sailing at the start, though.

Because not only is Simon being Simon, you, despite the apparent attraction, already started doubting your place in this... thing—RELATIONSHIP. Wonderful shit, huh?

And Ghost, for all of his self-doubt, trusts his instinct when it comes to your presence in their lives. Fuck yes, you belong. How else could he keep Johnny grounded? Or something like that. You belong. You three made this choice together. Accept the consequences, baby. You ain't getting rid of them that easily.

Easier said than done, though, because the first time you three went out together—yes, gorgeous, in an official RELATIONSHIP—you pretty much turned yourself into the third wheel. You couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the chemistry between Simon and Johnny, the ease with which they could be themselves around each other.

It's ironic considering Simon absolutely feels like a fish out of water with all this and if it was possible, Johnny's eyes would roll out of his sockets with the number of times he's rolled them in exasperation because you guys (meaning you and Simon) are so busy reassuring the other and not practicing what you preach. It's so ironic he could laugh. And he does, which helps ease the tension for the most part.

You were also much more comfortable doling out physical affection to Johnny than you are to Simon because as much as you want to bury your face in his chest and grab fistfuls of ass as you hug him even though your arms should ideally be around his waist, you wonder if he (and Johnny) would think you weird for doing so, hell, for even thinking it. When you finally did it for the first time, after what seemed like eons of tentative touches between you two, it went... about as much as you expected. He stiffened, those buns tightened in your hands, and you felt the deep rumble of his groan. "'S not my damn waist," he said, and it didn't carry the fire of agitation that you thought it would. Johnny was proud.

And when they do things for you, you know, that people in RELATIONSHIPS do for each other because they care, you either try your best to convince them not to (what the fuck?) or you giggle. Nervously. To the point that it actually gets awkward. Because why would they do this for you?

It finally comes to a head when they have to sit you down. Simon takes the initiative with this one and fuck, you love it when he takes charge. ❤️

You three talk, or, er, well, they had to pry answers out of you because you were a little anxious about the conversation but really, the outcome managed to soothe your fears for the time being. They do, however, make you promise to talk to them when you start to feel this way again. Sure thing, guys.

In the end, you and Johnny wound up piling up on Simon. Simon who's still getting used to all this and doubts be damned, wraps his arms around you both. It's awkward. It's adorable. It's awkwardly adorable, two words that you NEVER thought you'd use to describe him but here you are.

CRASH-- THUD--

yeah hi I'm here for a continuation of "Just Kingly Things" for horny husband König *fumbles with a piece of paper* let me see... ah! here we go: König seems like the type of househusband who loves to bake and wears a frilly apron that was handmade by his grandmother, and I'm begging for a scenario/headcanon where he's in the kitchen scraping a bowl with leftover chocolate ganache, we come in and leave him naked except for the apron and eat the ganache off his body, I wanna choke on him while he's death-gripping the counter, his lips kiss swollen and covered in chocolate - bless your soul, love your works, ok g o o d b y e e ❤

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐔𝐩 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐚 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

note: yeah, I used this pun. lmaooo. hope y'all enjoy.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐒𝐅 - 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝟏𝟒𝟏/𝐋𝐨𝐬 𝐕𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

note: So when I first saw this request, I immediately thought of this video I came across not too long ago. And now... I immediately associate these two things together. I am deeply sorry, anon.

Captain John Price - He was actually having a rather nice dream about you. When you told him about your dream, Price immediately sought to allay your fears and next thing you know, he's got you wrapped up in his arms. No, darling, his heart is for you and you alone. ...No, he wasn't laughing in his sleep, what in the hell are you talking about?

Gaz - You actually startled him out of his sleep. Yeah, uh... Gaz is normally on top of his responses. Normally. This time he's, uh, confused. Which leads to a delayed reaction. ("I... uh... I'm sorry?") Which in turn makes you feel like shit. The fuck he means he's sorry?! Let's just say it takes him some time to calm you down... and get back in your good graces.

Soap - You actually don't stay mad at him for long because he's the goodest of boys and you know for an absolute fact that Soap wouldn't stray. Still doesn't help totally shake the feeling away but he does his best to reassure you. You two practically cuddle until you're asleep again.

Ghost - Aw shit, here we go again. ("What the hell do you mean 'again', Simon?!") You're ranting and raving and Ghost is glaring staring at you because he was TRYING to get some sleep (he'll be damned if he doesn't get a bang for his buck from these pillows). You get even more upset when he mentions that you've had the same dream before and like the last couple of times, nothing. happened. Baby, listen to him. Nothing. Fucking. Happened. And what fucking friend? Congratulations, you're BOTH in the doghouse, you for once again fretting over shit that will never happen, and Simon for bringing up the fact that you've had this dream more than once.

Alejandro thee Stallion - Ay Dios mío. You wished you could stay mad at him. You absolutely wished you could but the bastard has a way with words and fuck if they aren't working on you right now. That dream is an afterthought what with the way he uses his talents (read: his mouth) in... other places to show you just how much your reality is infinitely better than your dreams. Your friend could never have this.

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Rudy - Is in the doghouse because while you were busy having an existential crisis, he was sleeping peacefully through it all. He STILL doesn't know what the fuck he did and you're too mad to tell him. ("You know what you did, Rudy.")

And Horangi has been subtle with his claim and affection towards a soft touch across your lower back, a gentle hand grab to pull you away from bumping into people.

König oh dear, he call king for a reason. Stares down anyone from a far when the speak to you, him casually press again you against the wall touches your face, and kissing you under his mask. Saying between kisses mine, pretty girl. Growls when you play at his neck.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐕𝐨𝐥. 𝟐, 𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

König whose anxiety goes right out the window when he sees someone getting a little too close to his Schatz.

Horangi who doesn't hesitate to make you flush in the presence of others because why not? They do know who you belong to, right? Right?

König who, if he had his way, would shadow you whenever and wherever he can. A king has to protect his valuables after all.

Horangi who does shadow you and keeps his distance. Simultaneously. For reasons. Reasons that involve keeping you on your toes and in a heightened state of pure fucking want.

You're no better, doing everything in your power to tempt these two men, to urge and make them claim what's rightfully theirs. And so you encourage the banter, you encourage this... thing that smolders between you.

You feel their eyes on you, even if you don't acknowledge them, even if you don't say anything. You just continue talking to... hell, it doesn't matter. All that matters is purposely ignoring König's steely gaze and Horangi's... everything.

Horangi who makes it his priority to press your buttons, find what makes you tick, and use it to his advantage. Ah, so you do like his hands, eh? Horangi who surprises you by running a finger lightly over your lips and it's all you can do to keep from sucking on it.

König who finds out just what his size does to you. And once again, anxiety be damned, he shamelessly shows a side of himself that leaves you wanting more. König who corners you one day and presses against you, hardened muscle taut with self-restraint. You press yourself against him with equal vigor and for the first time (of many), you shiver in response to the deep rumble of his growl. Oh, König...

Horangi and König are now tired of the fucking games and are ready to claim their prize. About damn time.

Horangi and König manage to get you alone. You're sandwiched tightly in between the two of them and fuck yes—

You're enveloped in arms and roving hands who can't get enough of you, and finally, fucking finally, you beat Horangi at his own game. He bites down on his lip to keep from groaning because if your mouth feels this fucking good around his finger, just imagine how good it would feel in other places. Goddamn.