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moodymisty · 2 days

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Would you be comfortable writing some courting headcanons for the primarchs?? Thank you!!

Author's note: Here you go, they're sort of random but I hope you enjoy them.

Warnings: Fem!Reader for some like Lion’el because of words like Legion Mother, A few very slightly lewd remarks

Fulgrim:

The primarch who out of all has most devoted himself to things like the arts is nothing short of overwhelming, when he first expressed his desire for you. Flowers, paintings, clothing, food, whatever it is you enjoy, all of it gets gifted to you with no small amount of theatrics. Though thankfully, Fulgrim knows when to turn it down a bit, and you can enjoy his company. Even then however he is still very intense, kisses on the hand, the lips, and gentle caresses abound as he woos you with his silver tongue. His legion is also one of the few who at the start know about Fulgrim's intentions, and actually takes it decently well. Far better than other legions, when finding out their Primarch is indulging in romance. You are the socialite, the shining star in a room and the talk of everyone there, and Fulgrim will have it no other way. But as much as he does all this, he finds it cute if you’re shy or nervous about it. Shyness isn’t in his dna, so he finds it very adorable. You often get purfumed, hand written letters when he is away. Fulgrim has quite the way with words, and many of them you’re glad the one who reads them are him and you.

Perturabo:

He might be a petulant manchild at times, but when the mood strikes him Perturabo can be a bit softer. It helps that you're one of the few people he trusts, now that the two of you are so close. Though it may often be more trouble than it's worth, with how often his mood changes. Perturabo can go from lavishing you with Olympian clothes to sulking in his workshop for hours if not days, leaving you to eventually wander down there and find him, and bring him out of his petulant sulk. A gentle hand on his own, asking if he can explain to you what he’s working on tends to help. Perturabo also becomes very possessive of you, not long after he starts courting you. If Dorn, Sanguinius or Lorgar so much as look at you the wrong way, he's more than ready for a fight. He has one person in his life who hasn’t wronged him, who actually respects him, and he isn’t losing that. Those softer moments with him as he speaks of his plans for amphitheaters and bathhouses while you lay in his arms are worth it, however.

Lion’el Jonson:

Lion'el is, complicated. Part of him wonders how he even got here, something as frivolous as romance was never a significant part of his mind. But here he is. He can’t complain, as he’s become so used to you now that often times, his nose wrinkles anytime he’s away and casts sight on an empty bed. He doesn’t say anything about it, however. Part of him laments he isn't able to give you rides on horseback, as he's far outgrown the horses he rode in his younger years. Though he can walk beside you, even if his men think it's demeaning of his position. Is painfully blunt about some things, and extremely obtuse about others. He wishes to marry you? Blunt. You get a military parade dedicated to showing the galaxy the Dark Angels new Legion Mother with no warning. He wishes for you to wear the colors of his legion and match him so when you arrive on Terra everyone knows who you are with? Vague and obtuse, he will grunt about every option until you choose the one he likes.

Rogal Dorn:

As with all parts of his life, he's extremely stoic and at first, you don't think anything's changed. He's the type that listens to the things you talk about, and silently gives them to you. For instance as a newcomer to Inwit it's incredibly cold, but your current dress just doesn't cut it for the harsh wind and un-acclimated body. You find a new one on your bed three days later made perfect and exactly how you like it, but Dorn says nothing about it. Those few late night moments alone when he brings you into his office, and you sit at his desk while he works are some of his favorite. Dorn gets to feel you safe in his arms, and while he’ll never say it out loud, he is overwhelmed in his love for you. Does not tell any of his fellow primarchs about you. The day they realize Dorn has a beloved is a stressful one, they’re all sneaking around trying to get information about you, and Dorn almost has to lock you in his quarters and shoo them all away. Is surprising talkative in written word. His letters or anything else tend to be very long, talking about the ins and outs of his legion, and their current progress. You’ve never heard him talk half that much in person, it’s sweet. Though once in a while those letters can get a bit salacious; And Dorn is nothing if not detailed.

Leman Russ:

This man's declaration that he wanted to court you was as brash and blunt as he is. You're pretty sure he was half way into sleeping with how drunk he was at the time, a massive hand on your shoulder as he smiles with a red face. Granted when he sobered up he was far more, romantic about it. By his standards. He still stunk of mjød, but at least he held your hand. From that moment on however Russ isn't a man shy of showing off, and wastes no opportunity to plop you in his lap and give you a kiss, pick you up off the ground, or say something far too inappropriate for the current locale. Whether it's day two or day two hundred, he finds keeping himself off of you too much trouble. He’s the type to make others turn away with how overt his affection is. Every one of his kisses and hugs feel like he’s treating it as the last one he’ll ever do. Loves when you comb and braid his hair. It takes awhile and he has no patience for it, but he enjoys when you do it.

Ferrus Manus:

As a recurring theme with all of these, Ferrus finds it a bit hard to show how he feels. While he has moments where he cracks a smile, often times he’s largely stoic. As such, he never really asked you to be with him, it was something that simply progressed overtime. He doesn’t invite you into his quarters and his bed if you aren’t his beloved, he assumes it wouldn’t take a genius to figure that out. Late night workshop time is a must. Ferrus can spend days in there with no issue, and oftentimes you have to come and climb into his lap if you want any time with him at all. He doesn’t mind as as long as you’re quiet; Though over time he’s begun to enjoy explaining his plans to you if you aren’t asleep. If you are asleep, sometimes he gets a bit emotional and talks or thinks to himself. He never thought he’d have someone like you when he lived on Medusa, he just needed to survive. Is actually somewhat hesitant when you first are together. Ferrus is well aware of his size (both out and in the bedroom, or any other local where he deems sex a daring and intriguing idea), and often tries to be quite gentle. It took a bit of coaxing to finally treat you like you weren’t made of glass. You get surprise gifts from Fulgrim at times. Some are sweet; Some are… They’re hidden until Ferrus returns from where ever he’s currently away to at the time and you can surprise him.

Horus:

The same as Fulgrim; Excessive and grandiose, but unlike Fulgrim, there's a tad more subtlety to it. But only a tad. Horus still is eager to show off the love of his life (and so much more that he’s kept just in his head shh), but he’s aware that sometimes you require a bit more subtlety. For a primarch, he’s quite the romantic. Though there’s only so much you can do when you have thousands of gene-sons waiting on orders and don’t exactly get why their primarch is holding your tiny hand and helping you walk down the thunderhawk’s ramp. You can do it yourself, they think. He can also be quite a bit grandiose in the theoretical sense. Horus seems to have your entire future together planned, and he’ll speak it to you during very late nights with stars in his eyes. To marry you, to bring you into his legion as the mother of his gene-sons, to give you your own child one day. He’s more than a bit overwhelming, but it helps he’s so charismatic.

Angron:

I... I hope you're patient. Angron isn’t one that is fond of things like romance. For multiple reasons. One being that it brings him pain because of the Nails, and the other being that in many ways, he doesn’t feel like he deserves it. He’s a slave, he’s a monster, he’s a man who failed his people, men like him don’t get to have someone like you. But you stay anyways despite the fear of him loosing control of the Nails, and eventually Angron supposes that there’s more annoying people to have around. He’s far more applicable to this in his early days. The Nails haven’t degraded his mental state yet, and his legion is still fresh faced and eager to prove their worth. If Angron accepts you, they will as well then. The downside is that many of the primarchs worry about Angron’s relationship and subsequent attachment to you, and the danger it brings. Some for your safety, but mostly for the fact that now that Angron is so deeply attached, if something were to happen to you it would well be within the possibility that Angron would completely loose control of the Nails, and become an unstoppable threat that would have to be put down. On the other hand, it seems that you can calm him down a bit, as much as the Nails will allow, something that not many are able to do. A double edged sword, your love is to him. Often times you have to restrain him during anything, strenuous. It’s for your own safety, though it seems like Angron doesn’t hate it either.

Roboute Guilliman:

The most traditional out of them all. He follows the 'rules' so strictly you have wonder if he's following some sort of manuscript. Your relationship progresses at a very methodical pace, which is a bit odd but you find it oddly sweet he puts so much thought into it. He does little more than hold your hand, kisses and anything heavier are strictly private; If it wasn't for the longing, puppy dog look in his eyes, no one would guess you two were anything more. He's not overt about it like Horus or Fulgrim, but you are still absolutely smothered in gifts. From jewelry to clothing to weird purfumes he's been gifted by high lords attempting to earn his favor through you (Guilliman has made it very obvious that he's not the type to be swayed by gifts but they hope you are and will put in a good word with your beloved), you quickly find yourself constantly or the receiving end of some sort of lavish gift. Roboute is very much in love, it's just hard for him to admit it. As you come to understand his own little love language is the day he's a very happy man. On a bonus note: It is very easy to get this man to completely melt for you. If it’s been a stressful time for him and he’s stressed, giving him a bit of a hand will make him a bit bashful, but overwhelmingly thankful.

Sanguinus:

As kind as he is beautiful, Sanguinius is one of the more heartfelt ones around. Romance abound, the angel and you are the textbook example of star crossed lovers the moment he proposes courtship to you. It almost makes some of the primarchs jealous at how incredibly perfect your love for each other is, like your feet don’t touch the ground He loves to pick you up and give you a hug or a kiss, wrapping you in his wings. He always says it's just so you feel safer, but he also likes the bit of privacy, hiding you from the worlds in his arms. You also enjoy playing with his wings when you’re in private, as they’re quite sensitive. A side note; He thinks it's cute that you use his fallen feathers as bookmarks and quills, and he now gifts you a few of his fallen primary feathers every now and again for you to use. You’ll know about the Red Thirst eventually when you’re with him. Sanguinius won’t ever ask for assistance, but if you were to offer a bit of blood? He’s incredibly careful, but the blood of his lover is nothing short of ambrosia and he will dutifully treat you afterward for sating his appetite.

Jaghatai Khan:

As one of the more reasonable primarchs, Jaghatai is a steal to have as your lover. He’s personable and kind, and funny to boot. He enjoys making you laugh, something his sons have picked up on. Sometimes they’ll tease you (or more likely unsuspecting commissars) when you’re in their company. If he's not able to hold your hand, he'll have a hand on your shoulder or back, always close to you whenever you're both together. He’s extremely dedicated to Chogoris, and it’s incredibly important to him that you adopt some of the culture he grew up in. You don’t have to, but it would make Jagahatai an extremely proud man if you attempted to understand Chogoran. He’s also private; His fellow primarchs don’t even know of your existence let alone close relation to him until you’re well into your romance, and Jaghatai has thoughts for no one else but you.

Konrad Curze:

Konrad’s romance is as toxic as he is. But at the same time, it’s like a drug you can’t get enough of. Because you’re fucking terrified of him, but the man is obsessed with you. Not many of the other primarchs understand the soul crushing, teeth grinding obsession Konrad has for you. He’s willing to fall to his knees and submit to you as long as you tell him you love him, and that he's worth more alive. But if you tell him you don’t?… You don’t want to tell him you don’t. Konrad is painful. He holds your hand too tight, kisses you too rough, bites you too hard. He doesn’t mean it, you don’t think at least some of the time, but he’s so caught in this obsession with someone trying to save him that his martyr complex melts away for a bit and he’s this self-loathing, sad excuse of a man. You almost pity him as much as you love him. Making him happy has become an arduous journey for you. Is the exact opposite of the others in wanting to show you off. You’re hidden for ages, until the primarchs realize Konrad has someone at his side. They worry, but they know separating him from you would cause more harm than good, and you keep Konrad’s emotions a bit more in check. And in the eyes of a few individuals, your safety serves as a good threat to keep Konrad and his unhinged legion on a leash and working towards a desired goal. A note; Konrad is surprisingly selfless in regard to more intimate matters. And he likes to bite. Your thighs don’t get much reprieve from him.

Vulkan:

Sweet as sugar, no one is as good at a proper declaration of love or desire to romance like Vulkan is. No matter how much it breaks his back he’ll always hold your hand, give you a kiss, or pick you up to bring you with him across the Flamewrought or the Terran palace. Besides perhaps Sanguinius and Lorgar, no one is as star-crossed in love with you as Vulkan is.

He’ll do anything for you, if you just ask. He often paraphrases that he would shield you from any threat, but sometimes you fear he’d do it literally. Less seriously he loves to gift you various things, your favorite being a necklace. You never thought he’d be able to work at such a small level, but Vulkan is nothing if not skilled. He got quite the reward the evening he gifted it to you.

Is one of the quicker ones to get serious. Talks of marrying you, writing you down in the history of his legion as their Legion Mother, Vulkan is quite eager to tie himself to you, and you to him.

Corvus Corax:

Corvus is private, and also quite slow to trust. Even slower to admit he likes someone, let alone enough to express that he’s in love with them. Many moments with him are often spent in his private quarters or somewhere else alone, where only you have eyes on him.

Is one of the few primarchs conscious of the fact that he isn’t really meant to exist, and that he’s forcing it by being with you. Your body often bruises and aches if he isn’t careful with you, and it secretly pains him that the one person he loves is so easy for him to hurt. Finding out about this feeling he has swiftly turns you into a mess of reassurances that quickly overwhelm poor Corvus, and while he still feels it at times, he appreciate you trying to soothe him.

Loves to write you letters. He feels like it means more to put the effort into handwriting, and when you send him one back, it’s like he can feel your touch on the paper. One time you left a lipstick kiss on the parchment and the man was insufferable that evening from how pent up he was, unbeknownst to you millions of miles away. You paid for that transgression dearly one he returned.

Lorgar Aurelian:

Lorgar is yet another primarch who is sweet as sugar. He also has quite the way with words, though unlike Horus and Fulgrim, it isn’t intentional. He’s just very passionate and verbose. Is also very touchy. Loves to pick you up and kiss you, show you off to others. He’s so stupidly in love and everyone around him is almost annoyed by it. He just loves his tiny little goddess so much, you bring him light he didn’t know he needed. Lorgar is also very affected by his religious trauma. His self flagellation both emotional and literal has always been an issue. You’ve had nights where you’ve put ice on his back after he whipped himself bloody, crying over his wounds. If it isn’t bad he encourages you to not weep over him, and if it’s worse he often times is beating himself up over worrying you. Being with him is stressful emotionally, to say the least. In another path, he often time beats himself up over the idea of corrupting you with sinful thoughts. Though that doesn’t really stop him, especially if he comes to his quarters one evening seeing you wearing all white draped across his bed. Lorgar will sin alright, but he does it while speaking prayers to save his own soul as he worships you. He’s one of the quickest Primarchs to want to marry you, to make you his own and to bring you closer and closer to his side.

Mortarion:

Mortarion isn’t an easy one to love. He doesn’t really consider the emotion valuable until one day he suddenly realizes that you mean something to him, more than just another baseline human does. Like Ferrus in that he never does the official courtship nonsense, and just upgrades your relationship in his head overtime. Someone who isn’t his lover doesn’t spend hours in the Pale King’s study watching him work, keeping one of his hands in their lap while he uses the other. Is a bit of a pushover in some ways, and takes his self loathing a bit too far sometimes. You’ve learned that sometimes he needs you to kiss him and tell him you love him more than anything else, to get him to stop sulking. Everyone is extremely surprised he found sometime. Let alone someone so personable. Fulgrim jokes that Mortarion should just send you instead of himself to Terra when the primarchs meet up to discuss things, as you’re easier to deal with. Mortarion hates when things like that are said, and he’ll hide you from the world obsessively for awhile after. He loves you, but sometimes for him love and possess get intertwined in his head when he thinks for you.

Magnus the Red:

Isn’t the worst beloved to have, but he has his quirks. He can be a bit stuffy at times, and often times forgets that relationships needs nurturing to grow. Magnus often times gets stuck in his own head and forgets everyone around him, including you. Loves to show off his warp magic to you, especially if you show literally any interest at all. He’s so used to everyone fearing it, fearing him, hating psykers no matter what, that any interest by you gives him hearts in his eyes. You’ll be up all night listening to him read you tomes. Which you don’t mind, it often helps you fall asleep. Since Magnus can change his size, he knows exactly how to make your squirm. You know you’re in for a wild ride when your beloved becomes bigger than Ferrus and starts taking off his armor.

AlphariusOmegon:

The twins are complicated. Given the primarchs consider you only Alpharius’ beloved, you spend more time with him than Omegon. As such, sometimes Omegon can get a bit possessive whenever you two are together. You don’t entirely blame Omegon for it; His other half is the one holding your hand and showing you off, joking about marrying you to his fellow primarchs. As such, those topics tend to be a minefield in your weird little relationship. They often use you to get information about the other Primarchs. It seems your smaller stature makes them almost seem like you're less of a threat, and get a bit more talkative around you than they are around whatever twin is currently frontfacing. You hate when they ask this of you, but you have no power to refuse them. As the twins are extremely meticulous and through, they've been careful to not show anyone how in love with you they really are. If they how just how much Alpharius loves you, it would be easy for you to be used against them. So affection is limited, and they put up an aura that you're not much more than an arm piece when in view of others. They eagerly make sure to show you this isn't the case in private, however.

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ms--lobotomy · 1 month

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Are y'all down for some heresy?

NSFW under the cut. Don't say I didn't warn you.

LION EL'JONSON - "Stay quiet," he grumbled. He pushed you against the wall and kicked your legs apart before tearing off what garments you were wearing. You wanted to open your mouth, but a large hand pressed against it, almost obfuscating your entire face. He unzipped his leather trousers with the other hand, only pulling them down far enough to reveal himself to you. He didn’t prepare himself before he went in, and it hurt. His hands moves towards your wrists, and he held you up against the cold wall as he went in deeper, and deeper. You relaxed into his grip and kept your lips sealed until you couldn’t, and the moan that escaped you was nothing short of content.

??? - SEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FULGRIM - Intricate knots kept you suspended in the air as he ran his hand along your collarbone. You wanted to cry out, to beg him, to scream that he should get on with it. But there was a gag in your mouth, impeding your speech. His hand ran lower, down to your breast. He hovered slightly above it, a smirk dusting his face before he squeezed your nipple and you let out a little whimper. His hands trailed lower and lower before he reached between your legs, sticking a finger in. You couldn’t make any comprehensible sounds with that gag in your mouth, but he still knew that you were finally enjoying yourself.

PERTURABO - You were situated atop him, with his hands on your waist. You needed a little bit of help moving up and down. He was difficult to straddle as he was twice your size, but you made it work. He moved you up and down on him, stretching you out. Between the little noises that you made, you managed to eek out a few words. "Oh, you're doing wonderfully." He froze, holding you down on him. Maybe it was the almost pleading expression on your face that did it, or the words themselves. Either way, you saw his expression soften for just a moment before you felt him slam you onto himself, hard.

JAGHATAI KHAN - You hadn’t had the idea to stop until your clothes were cast to the side of the bike and you were sitting on his lap, facing him. You looked up at him as he brought you down upon him. You let out a quiet whimper and felt your face go warm. “Let it out,” he told you softly. It took you a few seconds to do so as he raised you up and down on him. Your hands trailed to his chest as he started to go faster. And faster. You were practically howling by the time he was done with you, finishing inside of you. You felt something wet and sticky dribble down your leg. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said, picking you up and putting you back down before he went to grab something to clean you off.

LEMAN RUSS - Your face went warm when you saw his sons staring at you, leering at you. You still pulled your shirt over your head, and you didn’t say anything as he grabbed you by the shoulders and pinned you down, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. One hand roamed down your body, the other pushed your legs apart. You looked to the side, towards his sons. They were talking amongst themselves, and more importantly, staring at you. As Leman put a finger between your legs, you let out a delicate moan. You knew it was going to be a long night.

ROGAL DORN - He had you right where he wanted you, tied down to his bed with a toy between your legs. He watched as you squirmed and writhed as you had been doing for the past couple of hours, unable to turn the device off. You moaned, looking up at him. He was looking at you as warmly as a man like him could, his expression soft and loving. He made his way over to you, kneeling over you. He put a large hand to your cheek, and you leaned into it as you climaxed yet again, loud and hard. He chuckled. "You're beautiful when you climax."

KONRAD CURZE - His fingers dug into your legs, breaking your delicate skin. He was coarse and rough and he threatened to snap your body in half. Blood lightly glazed his fingers as he slammed himself into you, with no care to how you may be feeling. A ravenous grin graced his face. Tears began to well up in your eyes as you gently called out his name. His grip moved up to your arms, just above your hands, and it once again drew blood. You looked up at him, barely able to keep your eyes open. "Please," you begged, as he started to go faster inside of you. He grunted something in his native Nostraman as he finished inside you, burying his face in your neck.

SANGUINIUS - You tried running and you tried hiding, but when the Brightest One wanted you, he wanted you. He’d excused himself from his previous calling and roamed the ship looking for you until he had you exactly where he wanted you. He’d pinned you to the wall, ripping off your clothes with a wild desire in his eyes before he sank his teeth into your neck. You winced as he siphoned blood from you, and you gently clutched the back of his head. You ran your fingers through his hair as he planted kisses lower and lower on you, using his teeth. You knew it was going to leave a mark, but you didn’t struggle against him as he made his way between your legs.

FERRUS MANUS - He pinned you to the wall as if you were an object with one hand and planted his other right on your throat. His metallic hands were cold and slippery against your skin. He tapped his fingers against your neck, teasing you, before he grasped your neck and air became nothing less than a privilege to you. You gasped for air, but nothing came through your windpipes. “Winded?” he asked, blood rushing to your face. Your hands instinctively grappled for his, but you didn’t want to choke out your safe word. Not yet. Before you lost consciousness, though, he let go of you. You collapsed to the floor and gasped for air, clutching your chest. He grabbed your jaw and tilted your head up to look at him. “You’re cute when you’re winded.”

??? - I think they need to check my apartment for a gas leak.

ANGRON - Here he is, the Red Angel, restrained before you. You felt his face. It was warm. "You're going to be okay," you cooed, planting a kiss on his scarred lips. You took out some lube, and rubbed it on him. He throbbed in your hands. You saw his face scrunched up in pleasure before he let out a moan, low and guttural. You paused to plant another kiss on his lips before you went back to him. He writhed in the intricate ropework you had done on him, but nothing broke. "You're doing so well," you said. He grunted in response. Before long, you'd finished him, and the noise that he let out was nothing less than beautiful.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN - Before you even had time to think about it, he’d cast his paperwork aside, stripped your clothes off and spread you out over his desk like a delicacy. He slid a finger over the area between your legs, and you could see a slightly devious smile cross his face before he stuck it in. You let out a yelp and clung to the sides of his desk before he put his other finger to your lips. “Ssh,” he said. “We wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, right?” he asked, pushing his finger all the way up. Your face scrunched up as he went up and down inside you. A few times you got close to revealing your whereabouts, but you managed to reel it in.

MORTARION - Not many people got to see the Pale King’s lab, but you were one of the lucky few. You rubbed up against him, time and time again. You did this until he pushed his materials aside, set you on the counter, and pulled your clothes off. He pulled his mask down and put his mouth on yours, sliding himself in. He trailed kisses down you, stopping briefly at your nipple, before he spread your legs open. "You did this to yourself," he murmured, before he put his tongue between your legs and you let out a loud moan. You knew that you were going to be here for a long time.

MAGNUS THE RED - Here you were, bound via warp magic (for lack of a better term), Magnus in front of you. You shivered, bare as you ever were, and he grabbed your hands before he kissed you, rubbing himself on you. He was only slightly larger than the average human now, able to comfortably fit inside of you once the time would come. You let out a little moan, and he chuckled at you. "Sensitive?" he asked, before sliding into you. Your fingers interlocked with his, and you threw your head back in pleasure. He chuckled. "Look at me," he said, grabbing your chin and tilting it down to look at him.

HORUS - You cried out, in pleasure and in pain. He'd pried your legs open as if it were nothing and forced himself in, not even bothering to prepare you for the experience. And here he was now, looming over you, smile cocky as ever. You swear the two of you were going at it for hours, his breath hot on your neck and his hands effortlessly pinning you to the bed, until he suddenly slowed down. He shoved himself in you once, then twice, then three times. You looked up at him with wide eyes. You opened your mouth to speak, but he spoke first. “You’re going to make a great mother.”

LORGAR - He wanted to fuck his problems away, release all of his frustrations onto you, but he simply couldn’t. You were already whimpering underneath him, tears gathering in your eyes, and he was being as gentle as he could be. His hand grazed the side of your face, and you leaned into it. A tear fell from your eye. “You’re taking it so well, my love,” he cooed, wiping your tear away. “If only you could see how gorgeous you look.” Your face went warm, and you turned your gaze to the side. With one hand, he turned your head back towards him. “Look at me,” he said. “Let me watch you come undone.”

VULKAN - You looked up at him, your face scrunched up as he struggled to fit it in. Your hands were intertwined, his massive hands engulfing yours. You whimpered and moaned as he slowly slid in, pressing hard against your walls. He leaned down, his lips grazing your ear. “Good girl,” he said. “Just a little more, okay?” You gulped, and you nodded as he pressed into you. He pressed a kiss to your neck as he pulled himself out. It was much easier for him to put himself in you this second time, stretched out on him. You looked down at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

CORVUS CORAX - He sat next to you, staying close by your side. Your skirt was shorter than usual this meeting, and you had “neglected” to put on underwear. As he talked, he slid a finger between your legs, and started to make a motion as if he were beckoning someone over. You tried not to make a face as you looked at everyone else at the meeting. Nobody was looking at you particularly funnily. As he stopped speaking, he slid another finger in. You looked up at him, and there was a slightly bemused smile on his face. Your face went warm as he stuck another finger in.

ALPHARIUS - There were lookalikes all over you, touching you, inside you. You could barely handle the one in your mouth, but there was one in each hand, one in your chest and one between your legs, buried to the hilt. And when he had spilled himself inside you, leaving that mark that you belonged to the Alpha Legion, another took his place. Your hands began to tire, though, and your eyes began to droop. You looked up, as much as you could. The one in your mouth took himself out, and cupped your face. "Tired yet?"

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thevoidscreams · 2 months

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If you're still taking requests, I have one you might like. Primarchs admitting to their new wives that they've never had sex before. Let's see the boys and nervous virgins >:3c

Day four of Mating Press March

I'm picking Vulkan, Sanguinius, Magnus, and Ferrus for this. I hope that selection pleases.

Warnings for mentions of first times sex and blushy primarchs

Paring: primarchs x reader

"So, I'm all yours now. How would you like to have me?" You asked, smiling lovingly up at your towering husband.

Vulkan:

He swallowed hard as you crawled up his body to rest on his chest. He averted his firey red gaze, embarrassed by what he had to tell you.

"I..well I am unsure." He told you.

"Wait, have you never..?" You let the question hang in the air unfinished. Letting him decide if he wanted to finish it.

"I have not been with another, no. It was not for lack of interest, especially with you, my flame." He sighed. "But there was never a good time or opportunity. And as I grew and I became responsible for my sons." He voice trailed off and your hands cupped his cheeks. You were only a bit surprised by this. He was such a busy man.

"Well then, I would happily be your first." You kissed his nose and he wrapped his arms around you.

"Thank you. I would have you be my first and only one, though."

Your heart melted faster than a snowball on Nocturn. "Well, duh. I'm your wife now. I'd sure hope I'd be your only." His smile could have lit up half of Nostromos for how brilliant it was.

"How right you are, my flame. Please, will you guide me. I do not wish you hurt you, especially not on the night of our wedding." He appealed, and you were happy to oblige. How could you not for your beloved lord of drakes.

Sanguinius:

He turned away as you asked him. He was trying to figure out how to answer without leaving you hanging.

You hardly noticed as your angel looked so perfect as he shed his armor for you for the first time. He'd look nothing short of divine in his ceremonial armor. You could hardly pull your eyes away from him.

The celebration after had also been an absolute pleasure, and many of your new 'sons' had come to congratulate you and Sanguinius on your nuptials.

Your eyes trailed up his sculpted naked form. He was perfect. As much as any person could be, you thought. But your eyes stopped on his face. He looked distracted and even nervous.

Your hand reached for his taking it and holding it close to your chest. "What troubles you, my angel?"

He took a deep breath, his cheeks reddening as he searched for the words. "I am.." He took a moment before continuing. "I am well versed in many things. But this is not one of them, my dove."

He kneeled on the bed, still a good deal taller than you. "Well, I don't have much experience either. But between the two of us, I am sure we can combine what we know to figure it out." You offered sweetly.

Sanguinius swallowed down his nervousness. His eyes trailing over your form and the bridal lingerie you'd chosen for the evening 'conclusion'. And he felt excitement flowing through his veins. A hunger like he'd never had before.

He raised your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on them. "What I mean to say, my dove, is that I've never.. I've never been with anyone in this way."

The realization dawned on you and you felt a bit silly.

"Well, if you want, I take what little I know, and we can work it out as we go."

He nodded. "Yes, I would like that very much. Thank you." You opened your arms to him, and he hugged you close. Wrapping you up in his wings.

It didn't take you all night to figure it out. Sanguinius was a quick learner, and you were more than ready to take a trip to heaven with your angel.

Magnus:

You set your brush aside and ran your fingers through Magnus’s bountiful red locks. "There, all smooth and brushed."

A bath had been quite necessary after your wedding. After you and your newly we'd husband had been the target of piece of cake, courtesy of his brother Leman. But it'd all been in good fun and your dress wasn't ruined, which you were grateful for.

Magnus sighed and turned to face you. His single eye shone brighter as he saw you. "Thank you it is always better when you brush it."

"You cupped his cheeks as you slid into his lap. He was smaller than he'd been earlier, just a bit larger than the average human man. At least it would make things a bit easier. His lips met yours, pouring as much love as he could into the gesture. You melted against him. Delighting in your first proper kiss since the ceremony.

Several minutes passed in that sense of bliss until you had to pull away for a breath, your face flushed, and you bit your lip. Quietly, you asked him, excited to consummate your marriage. Magnus also flushed, but unlike you, his blush seemed to be one of embarrassment.

He rested his chin atop your head and hugged you. His twin hearts beating faster.

"I-I do not know." He stammered.

You pulled away quickly, looking up at his face, and saw a deep sense of uncertainty.

"I'm sorry, I mean, we don't have to if you're not interested. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Magnus quickly took your face in his large hands and gasped out an urgent but sincere "No."

That gave you pause, and you felt confused. "No?"

"What I meant," Magnus quickly amended, "is I don't know what I would like."

Still you were partly confused as you tried to piece things together in your mind. "We've talked about some things in the past. Things involving bedroom activities."

You felt stumped as your large and immensely powerful husband fidgeted.

"Magnus, please just tell me what's up."

He looked down at you and felt as well as saw the shift in your aura from arousal and excitement to worry and fear. His hearts clenched, knowing he'd caused you those feelings, and he figured if he couldn't put his pride aside for you, then he wasn't worthy of calling himself your husband.

"I'm a virgin." He blurted out. You looked at him dumbfounded. "My knowledge of sex has been, up till now, purely academic. And I was worried to tell you because I did not want you to think lesser or incapable."

Your opinion of him really did matter yo Jim more than he cared to admit. He was startled when a light chuckle broke from your lips.

"Oh Maggy, no, why would I ever think less of you for that? I mean, I am a bit surprised, though." He wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed his cheek.

"Why would you be surprised? I'm not like most men after all."

You gave him a shrug. "Exactly. I mean, look at you. You're the most amazingly beautiful man I've ever seen, and you're smart on top of that. You're incredible. I'm shocked you haven't, up until now."

Magnus smiled and nuzzled his nose against yours. "Maybe I was just waiting for my perfect match."

You felt warmth surge in your chest and sighed. "Would you like to just start slow and see where that takes us?"

Magnus nodded, pulling the ties holding your robe in place until he could slip it off. "Yes, I would like that very much."

Ferrus:

The bathroom door creaked open softly as Ferrus stepped out, garbed in nothing but a towel. He'd insisted on rinsing away the sweat of the day so he could be fresh for you before you spent your first night together as husband and wife.

In truth, Ferrus was gathering himself. Collecting his thoughts and trying to calm his pounding hearts. He saw you laid out on the bed and was uncharacteristically uncertain. His gleaming metallic hands held the towel even more firmly. You were a vision, the women he loved and the one he wished to bear his blooded sons.

Stepping up to the bed, Ferrus watched you raise your hands to invite him to join you. Your voice carried up to him, saccharine and warm.

"There is something I must confess." He admitted m, not allowing himself to hide the truth any longer.

His normally pale cheeks colored ever so slightly.

"What is it?" You asked. Ferrus sat on the edge of the bed.

"I have never been intimate with anyone before. I have had opportunities in the past. But I did not."

You took his words in and nodded. Not so much surprised but curious you asked. "Why not?"

Ferrus met your eyes and lifted one hand to tilt your chin up, his fingers so big compared to yours, and you placed a hand on his wrist.

"I have never wanted to before. You are the only one I have ever found to make me feel otherwise."

Your lips curled up in a gentle smile. "You're the only one I want to be with as well."

Ferrus nodded, and a rare ghost of a smile graced his lips.

"I will do my best to be as gentle as I can."

"I know. I trust you, and we'll figure this out together." You freed your chin from his hand and crawled into his lap to kiss him.

His lips were bigger than yours, but you made it work. And you would always make it work. Because he was worth it.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #primarch x reader #40k #my writing #primarchs #primarch #vulkan x reader #vulkan #sanguinius x reader #sanguinius #magnus the red #magnus x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #ferrus manus x reader #ferrus manus #Mating Press March

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wxnheart · 1 year

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please Ferrus Manus sexcapade

sexcapade story

Ferrus's beloved was so taken with his arms that they never got to third base. In fact, he spent the better part of maybe an hour being perplexed about their apparent fascination with his silver-coated arms while recounting the story of how they came to be.

how do they flirt?

He doesn't because he finds it unnecessary, really. And also because he sucks at it.

what turns them on?

When you push yourself beyond your limits.

what kind of kisser are they?

Mmm. Let's just say he loves to perfect his kissing technique so there will be kisses aplenty.

any other random nsfw headcanon that comes to mind.

Not really nsfw (or maybe it is) but those hands are more than just good for smithing.

#ferrus manus #ferrus manus x reader #warhammer 40k #wh40crack.#nsfw.#primarch #primarch x reader

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lxvvie · 7 months

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So as I was writing and getting requests done, I had a thought: how about we take that trend I did with Call of Duty and apply it to your favorite primarchs? This begs the question: How would your dearly beloved primarchs react if you called them by their full name... because of reasons?

Horus - Hits you with one of his most dazzling smiles. It's too dazzling, which lets you know that Horus got into some shit. You question him and he gives you a vague answer while still smiling.

Leman Russ - You and he both know he's been up to no good so he'll either proposition you or make sure he's not in the vicinity to hear you call his name lmao.

Ferrus Manus - Instantly stops whatever it is he's doing; contemplates a response and ultimately decides to make himself scarce somewhere else.

Fulgrim - Is affronted that you'd call his name with such... irreverence. Will actually ignore you. Bastard.

Vulkan - Will also stop what he's doing and answer your call just as fervently as you called him. Has a tendency to resort to hugs to placate you. Those hugs are amazing, though... You can never stay mad at him for too long.

Rogal Dorn - Responds by calling you by your full name. With no intonation. Smart ass.

Roboute Guilliman - Will give some bullshit explanation while multi-tasking that would make Horus proud as to why he got into shit and how said shit has been resolved. May or may not work depending.

Magnus - It becomes a staring contest because you want him to give you an answer and he's trying to figure out why you called him.

Sanguinius - His foresight never prepares him for the way you say his name. Would put on his best saccharine smile that Horus would also be proud of but it's ineffective because his wings usually give him away.

Lion El'Jonson - Gives no fucks. Save for a quick glance will refuse to acknowledge your call. Because of reasons that have nothing to do with the fact that he's in deep shit.

Perturabo - Will pretty much stomp his way to you and get eye-level with you with a sneer. "Why do you call me?" A battle of wills and glares ensues.

Mortarion - Will look down on you, literally and figuratively.

Lorgar - Is the one who puts Horus and Sanguinius to shame because he ALWAYS placates you. ALWAYS. It never fails. But this is after he's winced and bowed his head some, even though he towers over you.

Jaghatai Khan - Gotta catch him first to find out lmao.

Konrad Curze - Results may vary. Might even hear some gremlin screeching... er, do you really wanna know?

Angron - Smirks and chuckles because he most certainly did some shit and he's practically begging you to say something about it.

Corvus Corax - May or may not be repentant, depending on the severity. Also may or may not make himself known but an effort was made, I suppose.

Alpharius - You're better off wondering what it is he didn't do. Whenever he comes, you're left wondering if that's the real Alpharius or if he sent a proxy like the last couple of times.

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heabitfruity · 4 months

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Sexuality Headcanons: Primarch + Emperor Edition

Lion - On the Asexual spectrum, but not sex repulsed. He is willing to do it for someone he loves; prefers to be in control.

Fulgrim - Pansexual, prefers women to anyone else, wants someone he considers perfect because he’s fucking vain. (definitely the bitch to say “all women are queens” but then go "not you, darling")

Perturabo - Honestly, he is aceflux. He frequently has spouts of "ew, sex."

Khan - Straight. Simple as that.

Leman - Bisexual, prefers AFAB people because of tits. Man is a breast fan, but if he sees an AMAB person with some nice pecs he will definitely enjoy them as well. (Definitely does the honk-honk thing with consent, makes him giggle)

Dorn - Aroace, fully romantically and sexually repulsed.

Konrad - Asexual; he does feel romantic feelings but he has no idea what to do with them

Sanguinius - Bisexual with strangely high standards, also wants to romantically spoil someone.

Ferrus - Straight, but has definitely questioned his sexuality before, and is now comfortable.

Angron - TBD, he hates himself too much.

Guilliman - Straight, in a DILF way.

Mortarion - Aroace, in a normal aroace way.

Magnus - The type of man to say Sapiosexual and Morosexual. He doesn’t care about gender, he just enjoys if they can fight back in a debate or if they’re a him/bim/theybo.

Horus - Pansexual, doesn’t care; he simply wants someone to snuggle with. He also has a lot of charisma so he definitely is probably polyamorous.

Lorgar - Straight. (he gets no bitches)

Vulkan - Bisexual, in a wholesome way.

Corvus - Aromantic and Demisexual, sex is kind of weird with him. He doesn’t trust it.

Alpharius/Omegon - Nobody knows.

The Emperor - Pansexual, doesn’t have time to give a rat’s ass about gender when he fucks.

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shiyorin · 1 year

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The love of the Primarchs for their lover (Part 4)

Almost finished

Perturabo. His love is like a siege: persistent, unrelenting, and unstoppable.

His love for you is a love he cannot contain. He loves with an intensity and a purpose that few can understand. It's a love that's as relentless as it is passionate. He cannot be satisfied with anything short of their complete and utter devotion and he won't stop until he gets it.

His love is a force of nature, a force to be reckoned with. You cannot stop him, and you cannot stop his love for you. He will love you no matter what.

His love is, as you might expect, powerful. He doesn't know a softer kind of love; he loves with fire and iron. His love is passionate, determined, and focused. He loves as a blacksmith loves the process of making a great weapon and his love doesn't stop until he's created the ultimate creation.

The only way for Perturabo's love to be demonstrated is through work and his work is all about expressing his love and his devotion to his lover. He doesn't see a divide between his work and his love. To him, these are all a part of the same passion, the same love. And so long as his efforts achieve their intended purpose that is to honor and cherish the one he loves then that love is a success. It is a love that is about dedication and accomplishment and he is dedicated to his love.

Konrad Curze. His love is like the coming of night: terrifying and unstoppable.

His love is one that he cannot escape from. He is cursed to love you, and you are cursed to love him. He is plagued by an intense, all encompassing love that terrifies everyone else. Nothing can stop his love for his lover and there is nothing that can stop his lover from loving him.

His love is one of passion, but also of obsession and obsession alone. It is a love that is all-consuming and one that will never, ever end.

He's a man of extremes, a man of contrasts and his love for you is no exception to that rule. He loves you with an intensity that borders on obsession, but at the same time, he finds great happiness in the mere thought of being with you.

His love is one of passion and obsession... and yet, it's one that finds a kind of calm in knowing you'll always love him in return. His love for you is a contradiction that he would never even begin to comprehend. And it's one that makes his life worth living.

His love is not the most pleasant.

It's an aggressive, violent thing that comes without remorse or sympathy. His love is a violent and harsh thing that comes with no warning and it will do whatever it takes to ensure its own survival.

He loves in a way that is selfish. He loves in a way that is self-sustaining. But most importantly, he loves so that he may hate. The hatred that he so desperately crazes is what truly drives him. His love for you is unique in that it is violent and destructive... Yet, it is also tender and loving. It is a love of great extremes and of even greater desires. There is a passion in the desire to love his lover that cannot be matched by anything else.

Ferrus Manus. His love is like iron: strong, unyielding, and powerful.

His love is one of great intensity, but also great restraint. He loves like iron is made.. and he is like iron in his ability to overcome any threat to his love.

His love is one that is unbreakable... and one that will never be shaken. No matter what the world throws at him, he'll remain strong... and he will remain steadfast in his love for his lover.

He has a steely resolve, and he is a man of action. He shows no weakness, and he shows no mercy to those who oppose him. He is always on the offensive, always fighting. He will never give in to doubt, and he will never give up on his love. No matter how many things try to destroy his love.... he will never yield. His love is his strength—and he will never let it go.

His love is powerful, but also reserved. It is a love that burns with great passion, but is also very controlled. There is a balance between these two things that he has achieved... and it is in this balance that he has found a great deal of happiness. He loves you deeply and passionately, but he is also capable of restraint. It is a unique kind of love, one that requires great strength of spirit… and yet, there is nothing that he cannot do for the sake of the one he loves.

Horus Lupercal. His love is like a well-refined machine: powerful and unstoppable.

He loves with the intensity of a war engine and he is an unstoppable force of destruction when it comes to his love for his lover. He is a juggernaut and his love for you is an unstoppable one. He will never stop until he has conquered everything in his path and, hopefully, in the end, he'll conquer his lover as well.

His love is a unique one. It's a love that combines elements of both passion and desire with those of violence and domination. It's a love that's just as much about passion as it is about control and it is an unstoppable force of destruction and power. It's a love that'll consume you and it'll take everything from you.

There can be no doubt about the sincerity of his feelings; he is an unstoppable force of power and passion and he will never give up the fight. His love is an all-consuming force, a force that no one can resist. He will find you and he will bring you to their knees.

Corvus Corax. His love is like a fog: impenetrable even to the most powerful of lights. It is a love that is like a ghost, ever-lurking, ever-haunting, ever-following. It is an ever-present force that cannot be stopped or hindered and it is one that, when it catches hold of his lover, will never let go. His love is an insidious one, an impenetrable fog that hangs over him and his lover. A fog of love and a fog of misery, both eternal and indestructible.

He is consumed by a fog of love and a fog of misery. He is consumed by the spirit of love and the spirit of sorrow, both of which are as ever-lurking and ever-haunting as one another. He has accepted that fact and he has accepted the fact that his love is like a fog. He is surrounded by a great cloud, a great fog, a great spirit one that will forever haunt the heart of his lover. Yet, he still loves. And he will forever love, despite the sorrow that he feels. Despite the misery that he can only escape through his love.

He loves with both passion and desire, but also with the deep sadness of one who can never fully love. He is a man who feels things deeply, and it's in those feelings alone that he finds some measure of companionship. He loves like the curse of eternity, an inescapable chain that pulls you to him, just as it pulls him to you.

His love is like a dream that never wakes up. His love is a beautiful one but it is one that is tainted by sadness. He loves with great passion, and his love is one that will never die. He loves like the beauty of a dream, a dream that will never come to an end. For he dreams only of his lover and yet, in that dream there are other things too. Things that he cannot shake away, things that weigh on his heart. His love is a perfect and beautiful dream but it is also one that's laced with darkness.

#warhammer 40k #perturabo #konrad curze #ferrus manus #horus lupercal #corvus corax #reader insert #shiyorin's writer #primarch #primarch x reader #romantic stuff in 40k

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sculptorofcrimson · 5 months

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what's/whens your next request fic sculptor?

My current to-do list is this:

Strahd x Reader(It's been so unspeakably long since I wrote an x Reader fic I have forgotten the proper formatting. This is a truly tragic day of many woes.)

NSFW fic, not saying who or what ;)

Ferrus Manus, also known as Primarch Lackus Cranus

FnAF fic

Drukhari fic.

My timeline is very. Very. Very. Unstable, I tend to do fics in chronologically order, but there's no real hierarchy to speak of other than what my muse beats me with a stick at any given moment.

#sculptor of crimson

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2lim3rz · 3 years

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Reunited with the Snake (Fulgrim X Reader) [40K FIC] -PART 1

Requested By: Anon!

Part 1 because I hated that I was making you wait and also posting small increments is fun

Years had passed, too many to count and too many to be bothered to acknowledge. However, the pseudo-years of the warp did make their mark on you. Scars and blemishes where once there had been none. Frown lines when once there were lines that marked your perpetual smile.

A hole in your heart where someone had long since broken it.

The Heresy, what all information (or lack of) you could gather from it, was a horror-show. The moments you had glimpsed hurt you horribly, though it was only the fall of one Primarch that wounded you the most. The mighty Pheonix of the Imperium himself. The violet man with the softest, whitest hair imaginable. The most gentle look a person could ever have despite being a person could ever have, despite being eleven feet tall and having killed thousands, nay, billions. Even if it wasn’t actively himself, his actions had untold repercussions.

Stepping onto the planet, you were met with a meadow. Its fields gently swaying with the most perfect and greenest grass. The hills were gentle and the close-yet-distant trees promise shade with a nearby pond to frolic in. Faintly, you could see a traveling herd of what could only be described as a moving rainbow. Their sloped heads holding flickering tongues that darted this way and that as they whistled and chortled like happy foals.

It all disgusted you. Its perfection was vile and corrupting. What you thought was the sound of a breeze was a horrendously moaning scream. All the same, none of it prepared you for the sight of him. His lower body was serpentine and a vibrant purple. On the thickest parts of his snake-like half, the scales made large spiked ridges. Upon his back arched two mighty feathered wings that faded into leathery mammalian wings. Underneath two thinly muscular arms adorned in golden jewelry, was another pair of arms.

The man’s human-upper half could still be described as inhuman. His skin, though pale as ever, held the faintest tone of otherworldly pink. His head still held the same hair, though it waved where there was no wind and was much longer. A trio pair of pitch horns crowned his head, ears a distinct point, his eyes a blistering lavender, his extremely toned pectorals and abs more rigid than they ever appeared, as though carved from marble.

His arched eyebrows furrowed together, lips pursing before he bared fanged teeth into a laugh.

“Oh, mine Dark Prince, you’ve outdone yourself this time. Even the soul feels so similar..” his voice was a melodic sing-song, but scathing nonetheless “And I thought you loved me.” You stepped back at those words. All this time, anger had been your motive. At least, what you thought was anger. What you felt now was pity. Pity that your once glorious Primarch had fallen so low. Tears filled your vision, causing the Daemon-Primarch to waver in your sights.

“..Fulgrim…?” his name hurt to say.

Why, oh, why couldn’t you keep your anger as you fell to your knees, your next words fading into a sob. Your pity turned to a wretched relief that he was alive. You couldn’t muster the anger for the murder of Ferrus Manus, couldn’t summon the scathing words you memorized to rebuke everything he had done and was. You were only happy that he was still here. Physically changed, but still flesh and blood.

Hesitance betrayed his features, his lip twitched as one of his secondary hands slowly reached out. His parted lips partially closed as he murmured your name with utmost grace and nigh-reverence. Then just as quickly, he became a purple blur as your world lunged upward. Fulgrim had been at a distance, for he was nearly doubled the size he once was. Four massive arms cradled you as if you were a glass doll that would break at the slighest infraction.

He murmured your name, his voice growing louder and louder as he hugged you tightly. What room your arms found to stretch, you lashed out with a scream. Your cutting off as you focused for air instead.

“You’re here.. you’re alive. I thought you dead for so long.” Fulgrim sighed remorsefully as he lightened his hold (though it was still tight) and nuzzled his face to your neck “You’re here.. you’re here, oh my darling songbird.. My wondrous muse.. my love.” There was another detail you noticed on the ex-Primarch, the new hissing purr. How the my’s didn’t sound as complimentary as they once did, but more possessive.

Akin to a greedy beast hording all his goods and holding them close. Screaming ‘mine, mine, mine’ as if nothing could take you away.

“Whhh..what happened? You’re… oh, Fulgrim.. you’re so..” words were failing you. Some speck of logic finding it smart that you might not want to insult the snake. Even then your words were filled grief. Not that the man noticed as he grinned at you excitedly.

“Beautiful? I know! Just look at me, love, look at how I shine like jewels. Not even the Steeds compare to me..” he cooed, looking away from you to hold up the end of his tail.

He was right, he glittered more than polished gold. A sight that sent you crying again as you shook your head.

“You’re so hideous..” the words finally stammered out of you as you covered your face. “So hideously beautiful..” You could almost feel the breeze from Fulgrim whipping his head towards you.

“What?” the single word sent the world to silence. More literally than anything.

“Hh..hideous.. you’re… You’re not the Fulgrim I-I once knew and-”

Velvet-soft lips pressed against your’s just as harshly as your hands were yanked away. The suddenness of their presence sent you thrashing to no avail. A large hand cradling your head . And yet despite your second’s resistance, you still melted into the kiss. You could still taste the salt from your tears even after a thin tongue licked them away.

“I’m not hideous, love,” there was the barest snarl in the purr now “demigods change in ten-thousand years.” his words gave you the chance to breath again.

“You’re…”

“Still the same man you fell for, all those years ago, lovely little one.” he breathed into your ear, words low as you looked towards the sky that held wavering colors despite not changing the colors of the word around you in a hypnotic dance.

“...But you murdered Ferrus..”

“A thing that had to be done, now let us go, love, I have many people I wish for you to greet and reunite with..”

#fulgrim #fulgrim x reader #2lim3rz writes #reader insert

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ms--lobotomy · 4 months

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Hello! You've asked for promts, I will give you some

What about something general? Like confessing, reaction to hugs, first kiss?

You can write one of these. I really prefer if it will be for every primarch,but if you can't it's ok.

Sorry for my english, it's not my native language. Good luck!

hi anon! your english is wonderful, even as a native speaker i struggle sometimes haha. i'll do your first kiss with each primarch! i hope you like it :D

LION EL'JONSON- You had to initiate this one. Not because he wasn't interested, but because he genuinely could not tell how interested you were. "Lean down, please." His breath was hot on your face, and his expression was scrunched into one of confusion. You were finally close, you couldn't afford to mess it up now. You wrapped your arms around his neck and met his lips with yours. It took a few seconds for him to reciprocate, but when he did, he pressed you against the ground and began to take control.

???- You kissed them so well they faded out of existence. Oops. Or rather, good job?

FULGRIM- You were in bed together, laying on the finest silks the Imperium could produce. You were idly chatting about something unimportant, and there was a lull in the conversation. His features weren't exactly hardened to begin with, but you could see his expression soften as he took your face in his hands. He just looked at you for a second, before pulling you in for a slow kiss. You could feel him slip into your mouth, only slightly, as you melted in his hands.

PERTURABO- He crankily tinkered with a small machine. You had no idea a man so large could operate tools so small, but he kept surprising you as long as you knew him. "Surely you deserve a break, my lord," you said. "If only so you don't get burnt out." In a moment of tolerance, he picked you up and set you upon his lap, straddling him. His expression didn't change. But he wordlessly leaned down and pulled your face up, and you were locked in a kiss in a short moment of peace.

JAGHATAI KHAN- Remote locations. Grassy planets. Motorbikes. You'd become quite accustomed to these since you began your relationship with the Fifth. You'd stopped to make camp for the night and watched the stars come out, one by one. He put his arm around you, staring up alongside you. You sat there in silence for a while, before you felt him tilt your chin towards him. And before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

LEMAN RUSS- You were arguing. It was over something dumb, something like whether a straw has one or two holes. To make matters worse, it was in front of so. Many. Of his sons. Who were throwing their opinions in left and right. Right after you made your point, he grabbed your shirt with one hand and lifted you close to him with the other. The kiss was immediate, his lips were rough on yours.

ROGAL DORN- He was working on schematics for... something, and you were idly sitting in his lap, watching as he calculated incomprehensible numbers with nothing but pen and paper. He sighed, and scribbled some of them out before turning you around to face him. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and the two of you sat like that for a second before he worked kisses up from your neck to your lips.

KONRAD CURZE- He's so emotionally stunted, he went in for it at the worst. Possible. Time. After he had erected an effigy at the foot of your bed made of... skin and bones, maybe. Tactfully, you asked him if it could reside somewhere else. And then he knelt down, folded you in his arms and went in for the kiss. It was rough and unpracticed, but at least (?) it was genuine.

SANGUINIUS- He was in flight, with you under his arm. You were high enough that you could fall to your death if he dropped you, but his grip was firm. His wings were spread out and his feathers fluttered in the air. You tilted your head up to get a glimpse of your beloved, and you could feel the two of you diving down as he gave you a short but sweet kiss on the lips. You grabbed onto him as the ground approached quicker than what was comfortable, but he steadied himself and you stayed in the air.

FERRUS MANUS- He was busy at work on his next weapon. It was still comparable to a metal rod. He was concentrating, and you wanted to rile him up. So you asked him silly questions. "When would it be ready?" "Why did it look so... rodlike?" He sighed and put down his equipment and the red-hot weapon, at a stopping spot. He said nothing, yet stared at you with annoyance and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. The kiss came as a surprise, and it was quick, and he got back to work after.

???- Never kissed anyone in their life, and never will.

ANGRON- Oh? You thought CURZE was emotionally stunted? Lol. LMAO. He was recounting his days in the arena to you as you held his hand. If words weren't enough to tell you how angry he really was, his eyes gave it away. You put a hand on his shoulder, something you had to contort yourself to do. He sighed and picked you up after finishing his sentence, gruffly mashing his face into yours. It wasn't much of a kiss, but you would learn together.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN- He called you into his office, with papers messily laying around his desk. You watched him pace around the room for a few seconds, his face a scarlet red, before he wordlessly grabbed your arm, cleared a space on his desk, and sat you upon it. You could see him tower over you, feel him tilt your chin up, and you knew that he was deliberating what to do for the final time before his lips slammed into yours.

MORTARION- It started with a hug. One that you had initiated, one that he had hardly expected. You could only wrap your arms around his waist at the highest. You looked up at him. You saw the beginnings of a glare on his face before his expression softened. He knelt down to your level and sighed, contemplating... something. He closed his eyes, his face coming ever so slightly closer to yours. You decided to seal the deal.

MAGNUS THE RED- It was on a private library date. You were looking at him, wondering if you should go in for it, while he was reading an unrelated book. He kept looking back up at you, though. Smirking at you. Toying with you. Your gazes met, and his smirk became a full on grin before he stood up suddenly. He scooped you up in his arms, brushing his lips across yours before he finally went in for it.

HORUS LUPERCAL- You were idly looking out into the stars, lost in thought. Before too much time had passed, though, you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see Horus, who knelt down to your level. You thought that he was busy, but he must not have been. He lingered there for a moment, taking you in before an "I love you" escaped his lips. He grabbed your waist and pulled you in, pushing a slow kiss onto your lips.

LORGAR AURELIAN- The Urizen spoke of powers above him with religious fervor. Even in the privacy of your quarters, the words bled from him incessantly. The problem was, you were in bed with him and you were trying to sleep. He held you in front of him, and you turned to face him mid-sentence. And before that sentence ended, your lips were on his. He was stunned for a few seconds, but he returned the kiss.

VULKAN- The stove was a little high for you, but you'd decided to cook a nice meal for your lover regardless. You wanted to keep it a surprise, but his large figure appeared in the doorway before you could finish. You gasped, trying in vain to hide the act from him, but he laughed and knelt to your level anyways. His breath was warm on your face, and his kiss was even warmer.

CORVUS CORAX- You'd come to expect him out of the strangest places. His presence was comforting, even when you were unprepared for it. And unprepared you were, as he stepped out of the shadows while you were getting ready for the day. He looked you up and down for a few seconds, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

ALPHARIUS OMEGON- You weren't sure whether this was Alpharius or Omegon, but you knew that he was one of the two because he was slightly taller than the average space marine. It became a game you played with yourself. While he was talking with you, you tried to discern which brother you were talking to. You were right... half of the time. While you were staring and thinking, he planted a quick kiss on your lips. You were too stunned to make a guess.

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ms--lobotomy · 14 days

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40k is really the size kink franchise huh

Have not written for Ferrus yet. This is a travesty I must remedy immediately. I know this isn't technically a request but I simply want him so bad

Summary: Ferrus gets a bit... handsy with his beloved after a nightmare

Word Count: 963

Content Warnings: OOPS! It's porn again, size kink of course, a bit of breath play, belly bulge, and you're getting the cream pie.

Image Credit: @squishyowl

Whatever it was in your head was starting to fade. Still, you tossed over and fumbled for him as your eyes fluttered open. You couldn't see anything, but you knew he was right next to you. Before a moment had passed, you'd grasped a segment of his loose fitting shirt. You weren't much next to him, but this sudden movement was enough to rouse him. A gruff "hmm?" escaped him as he turned his head down towards you.

"Ferrus--"

"You're shivering," he said, the metallic arm around you tightening.

Your grip loosened, and you realized that he was right. You were shivering. Before you could say anything, his lips grazed the top of your head. He was large, more than twice your size. You knew that he could break you in half if he so wanted, but you'd not gotten the impression that he'd wanted to.

"I am," you replied.

He ran a hand down your back. His hands were cold against your clothes, against you. You felt chills go down your spine. His hand engulfed you-- it took up maybe half of your back. The folds of your nightdress gathered at the small of your back under his hand. You looked up at him. From what little light entered the room, you could barely make out a clouded expression on his face.

"Is anything wrong?" you asked, snaking your way up the bed to press a kiss to his lips. They were much bigger than yours, but you were able to make it work.

Ferrus sighed. "Just..." he started. "I can't feel you with my hands. That's all," he said.

You frowned. "Oh..." you said. You ran a hand along his chest. "Surely..." you said, feeling a lump forming in your throat. "Surely you can't feel me with anything else?"

Both of you froze for a moment before Ferrus sat up in bed. He released you, and you fell to the bed with a thud. "Disrobe," he barked as he undid the buttons on his own shirt. You fiddled with your nightdress before it came off and you cast it aside, somewhere near you on the massive bed.

He grabbed your wrists, and laid you down underneath him. For a moment he remained there, eyes roving your body, before he leaned in for a kiss. He was far too large to kiss with tongue, but you felt butterflies regardless. His hands trailed down your body, stopping briefly to play with your nipples. You were thankful that you were in his chambers, far from prying ears, squeaking and moaning his name.

When his hands were at your thighs, he pried your legs open with no effort. You looked down at him as he lowered his head, his tongue licking your inner thighs.

"F... Ferrus..." you moaned, your legs pinned to your side by metallic hands.

"Let me feel you," he said, before his tongue trailed between your legs. You cried out as he found your apex, swirling it in his mouth before he entered you. You grabbed for his chopped hair, sinking your fingers into it. He chuckled. It didn't take long for you to climax the first time, crying out and trembling underneath him.

Right when you were working up to the next climax, he removed his mouth. "On your front," he said.

You flipped over, and almost instantly felt something poke at your entrance. You let out a pathetic whimper as you arched your back and looked over your shoulder at him. He was built like a truck; not only 13 feet tall, but wide. His steel gray eyes caught yours, and a smirk graced his face.

"Beg for it."

You felt yourself quivering under him. He pressed against your entrance; you wanted it, he wanted it.

"Ferrus... please," you choked out. "I need it. I need you in me. I need you to rearrange me. I..." you trailed off, your voice wavering. "I don't want to be able to walk tomorrow."

With that, you felt him enter you. You cried out, grasping at the bedsheets as he slid inside. You felt him in your belly, making a little bulge in your stomach. He held you down with one hand and grasped your throat with the other, lightly playing with your airways. You clenched over him, beginning to see stars. He could easily choke you to death, he had to be very careful with you. The one person he's loved, and they're delicate like every other baseline human.

He started to pull out, and he relented his hold on you, letting you catch your breath. "Ferrus..." you breathed, your head pressing against the bed.

"What is it?" he asked, as he entered you, faster this time.

You couldn't even grace him with a coherent response, instead moaning fragments of words and phrases. He pressed inside of you further, and you could feel him in your ribcage. He was gentle... until he wasn't, and you knew you were going to bruise in the morning.

He held you down with one hand as you climaxed again, with him following not long after. You felt him throb inside of you, bruising you, marking you as his own. He shot inside you for a long while before he finally pulled out, a sticky liquid trickling down your legs. You were still swelling a little bit from how much he'd shot inside of you as he turned you over, picking you up and placing you on his lap.

"You're gorgeous," he said, holding you close to him. He ran a hand up and down your back again, and you melted into his touch. You knew that you were going to be bedridden for the greater part of tomorrow, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

#warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #ferrus manus x reader #reader insert #ferrus manus #warhammer lobotomy #i know this is the first standalone thing ive written for him but man i feel like i never write him the same way twice #ferrus manus sweetie i hope i am doing you justice #...can you tell i like him

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moodymisty · 19 days

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Please. Iron ween. -Ms. L

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author’s note: I got you homie. Here’s Ferrus whipping out that Shlong after a long crusade. Wife needs the iron injec-

Relationships: Ferrus Manus/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Ferrus’ massive iron schmeat, Good girl talk, while we don’t call him it in this fic Ferrus Manus is daddy and I no won’t take criticism, Size kink/size difference, Creampie, The definition of porn without plot

These nights get lonely, without him here.

The days are too; Though with this massive bed so empty, the nights are always the worst.

Nightclothes wrinkled and bunched at your stomach you lay in bed, room dark and filled with little more than your own noises as your hand shifts between your legs.

It’s frustrating, like you’re halfway there but can’t get any farther- teeth gritted in near anger. You desperately claw for that feeling only for it to just slip from your fingertips each time you barely get a hold. You let out a hot sigh of air into the pillow, so tired in at this late hour as you debate ending this self torture. Your hand is soaked, you’ve been at it for what feels like hours.

“Am I interrupting?”

A voice suddenly calls out, and you abruptly lean up to see Ferrus closing the door behind him. Your heart nearly stops from the surprise of it, of not having heard someone enter and that he’s finally here.

“Ferrus!”

You had no idea when he would return; His crusades often take weeks if not months at a time, and if you stay on Terra, it can mean you're alone for an- to you at least- unmanageable amount of time.

Ferrus, already having been freed of his armor begins making short work of his remaining clothing as he walks closer, and takes his place on his own bed. It seems he took your surprise as a good enough greeting, and now seeks to indulge in what he had left behind.

You're soon underneath him, cloaked completely in his massive shadow; He's always been able to make you feel so incredibly small. He’s the largest of the Primarchs, as far as you know.

You have eyes a bit too big for your stomach, perhaps. Though his stature still makes your thighs squeeze together never the less.

With one light toss he flips you from your back to your stomach, and you can feel the heat of his body on your bare skin. You have to swallow the whine you almost let out at the feeling. That empty ache in your cunt is almost unmanageable now, figiting as he shifts behind you.

You’ve spent so long tonight torturing yourself that he feels the way you’re completely soaked, pressing his cock against you. He grinds against your a few times before the head of his cock catches your entrance and slowly he presses into you. But even after so much toying it still makes you grit your teeth as he starts to stretch your body to it’s limit, teetering on that stretch of pain.

“Up higher.”

You arch your back desperately as he slowly presses impossibly deeper; You whine, it always feel like he’s in your stomach.

“Good girl,”

He grunts near your ear. His one hand grips your hip tight, and you just know he’s leaving bruises. He always does, they’ve faded since the last time and you’re eager to have them return.

You whisper his name, mewling as he so easily finishes you off where you’d struggled with so little effort. He barely needs to start fucking you and that coil in your stomach that was half wound finally snaps. You cum around him, gasping as he continues to fuck you through it. Each time he pushes just a bit deeper, until he’s finally buried in you. It’s a process, Ferrus is massive but when he does manage to bury himself to the hilt or near to it, you swear you see stars.

“How long have you been waiting?”

He says, you can feel his hot breath on your skin. You know he loves hearing that nothing else makes you feel the way he makes you, that nothing else works anymore. That you’ve been marked by him.

“Tonight? It’s been hours, I couldn’t…” You cut yourself off as he drives himself in particularly deep, and it makes you bite the inside of your cheek. You feel his hips repeatedly hit the backs of your thighs as he thrusts into you, and you feel almost suffocated by his massive size.

Both his body and his cock; You know after this you’ll ache for days, legs barely able to hold your own weight. Even in his most gentle Ferrus leaves his marks on you, in you, but he’s less gentle now, you know you’ll feel it for days to come.

He’ll be gentle to you after, he always is, but right now he wants to enjoy what he’s missed, and give you what you were begging for.

It’s not long before he’s able to make you cum again, nails gripping anything they can as your sore throat manages to let out a breathless whine. You can’t hold your voice back at this point, and you can only hope the walls are thick enough that no one could ever hear you, or the sound of the massive bed slamming against the wall.

Ferrus grips your hip tighter and you feel his thrusts before more uneven; You can hear the thud of his other hand reaching up to grab the headboard of the bed. Though even with his torso farther away from you, you’re still firmly in his shadow. But alongside your hip you know he’s made the backs of your thighs sore and possible bruised, from how hard he’s slapped his hips against them even with such little of his strength.

You feel him still as he finally finishes, and you can’t help but whine as you feel him fill you to the brim. It’s hot; Though perhaps it’s his size, but he always cums such an exorbitant amount. Sometimes it will linger days later.

Ferrus pulls out slowly, and you can feel cum trickle down your thigh. You let out a sigh that sounds both satisfied, and dead tired.

“Better?” Ferrus says with the slightest amused lilt to his voice. He looks at your dazed, tired expression. You can see sunlight bleeding through the stained glass of the windows.

“That you’re here, yes.”

Ferrus releases your hip and lets you fall limply to the bed. You’re so far beyond well-fucked, finally satisfied. He lets out a small ‘tut’ in amusement. You mean it in more ways than one; While you’re more than pleased he abused your poor weeping cunt into oblivion, you’re also pleased to have him here again, after so long apart.

Still on your stomach and with no desire or ability to move you elect to fall asleep, with it being so late you’re unfathomably tired. Ferrus knows it, he sees you already dozing off, and elects to give you a proper greeting after being apart when you wake up.

#this fandom was the worst fandom for me to join; a woman with brain melting attraction to 50+ looking men #ferrus manus x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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moodymisty · 30 days

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hi! i hope you feel better soon!

i was wondering if you plans for continuing your ‘legions reacting to their primarch’s partner’ series ?

have a good one :) 🐊

Part 1, Part 2

Author's Note: Sure, here's the rest of them :3

Relationships: Implied Leman Russ/Reader, AlphariusOmegon/Reader, Sanguinius/Reader, Lorgar/Reader, Ferrus Manus/Reader, Mortarion/Reader, Jaghatai Khan/Reader, Horus/Reader, Fulgrim/Reader, Corvus Corax/Reader (A NOTE: almost all of these are gender neutral, but a few might have the term mother or another female term in it, so fair warning)

Warnings: None really

➧ Space Wolves:

Pretty average. They're definitely one of the better legions to be around if you're a baseline human, as they're not only pretty chill, but actually somewhat... nice? By Astartes standards.

You enjoy listening to them tell battle stories around the bonfire or whatever you're all camped around, and they like how easy it is to impress you with their feats of strength. Evenings can quickly devolve into one on one duels if you're around, and there's enough Mjød involved. Impressing Wolf Mother with your spur of the moment honor duel is the height of accomplishment, for a hammered Space Wolf.

You would hope Russ would stop these shenanigans, but you’ll find yourself disappointed when he joins in, brawling his own Astartes for your attention that he already has.

They also all find it absolutely hilarious when you use one of their tamed Fenrisian wolves as a mount, as it puts you at eye level with them.

➧ Alpha Legion:

Your relationship with Alpharius & Omegon is as ambiguous as how the Alpha Legion Astartes feel about you.

They don't like the twins having a potential weak spot that can be exploited by enemies, and their myriad of plans and spiderweb of secrets could get easily unraveled; But if the twins brought you into the inner circle, they’ll place trust that they did it for a reason.

It's just a bit, disorienting having so many men- some of which look very similar- coming in and out of your life. The twins know that you can tell them apart from their legion lookalikes (somehow and it pisses them off), but they still find it funny to try and slip things past you.

➧ Blood Angels:

As one of the kinder chapters, you being brought into the fold is of little resistance, largely because they see how happy Sanguinius is when you're around. They may be battle hardened warriors, but they find it difficult to express their worries when their Primarch has never looked happier holding your much tinier hand.

However the Blood Angels already have a protective (border-lining on obsessive) nature with their Primarch, and that is something that now extends in fold to anyone Sanguinius is close to. Being you.

Do not expect to go anywhere with any less than three fully armored Blood Angels. They will glare at anyone who comes close, they will scold anyone who speaks to you without proper prose, and you will have to deal with it. Some may have a developing soft spot for their kind Legion Mother which allows you to order them around, but they are very strict in this regard.

And Sanguinius will not stop it; Because he feels the same way as them, he's just better at hiding it.

➧ Word Bearers:

Largely neutral at first, but over time they begin to warm up to you as Lorgar's loving gazes and borderline worshipping talk wears on them. It also helps that they have some non-violent experience with other humans.

There are some however who don't approve of your closeness to Lorgar; Especially as it becomes more obvious that Lorgar's priorities are changing, and his distractions are getting worse. You becoming the idée fixe of Lorgar's mind is more than a bit concerning for some members of the legion, particularly ones touched by Kor Phaeron.

They hold their tongues, but you know they don't like whenever the two of you are alone. You've heard the word 'temptress' uttered more than once.

➧ Iron Hands:

Extremely blunt, and to the point. like the Imperial Fists, but without the protective streak. Iron Hand brutal efficacy doesn't exactly mix with the slow nurturing of what one could consider romance.

But you show genuine interest in the practices of the legion and don't impede on their chapter traditions, so the Iron Hands suppose it could be worse. They'd much rather their Primarch not be distracted however, and that is a theme that will remain present in any conversation regarding you for a long while. Expect them to basically ignore you for the first portion of your relationship with Ferrus.

Rude...

➧ Death Guard:

The Death Guard are one of the legions that is definitely more conflicted about the whole thing.

On one hand they say that he will end up distracted, eyes pulled away from his crusade to more frivolous things like romance. But on the other hand, if it does away with some of Mortarion's depressive moue, then they can bite their tongues about it. Either way, they definitely aren't fans of it, and you'll more than hear about it.

Legion meetings are, more than a bit stressful. Mortarion often times comes back ragged and angry after being told he should be rid of you.

Things are strained. You hope they'll level out with time.

➧ White Scars:

Probably one of the better legions to be in. Helps that they don't despise baseline humans, and actually know how to smile sometimes.

It's refreshing to be around Astartes who are a little less, stuck up, something you say under your breath not long after being officially introduced to them. They find it absolutely hilarious.

You have a few Astartes you're a bit more familiar with that Jaghatai trusts to be your personal guard, in the rare moments he isn't close. Pretty chill all around.

Unless there's about seven of them all eagerly surrounding you trying to teach you different Chogoran words, then it's significantly less chill.

Also jetbike rides sound rad af

➧ Luna Wolves:

They have their doubts as all legions do, but given Horus' charisma it isn't long before they toss those doubts aside, and quickly welcome you into the fold at Horus' side.

Also similar to the Blood Angels in that they get near feral protecting their genefather's beloved. It's like his obsessive nature somehow has somehow manifested or has been genetically implanted in them. Horus always makes sure you have a guard at your side, no matter where you go.

It was all fine at first, but now you're beginning to feel a bit like a prisoner.

➧ Raven Guard:

The Raven Guard are pretty tame all things considered. While conversations tend to be respectfully brief, you've noticed overtime that it's less so disinterest, and more a so near nervous formality. It's almost like they don't know how to talk to a baseline human woman for more than a few moments. It's, cute.

Nykona doesn't seem to mind you though; Largely because he overheard you mumble that you think his armor is the most impressive out of all of the Raven Guard Astartes during a sparring session between him and Corax.

Overall, they’re happy Corvus is happy, and as long as his main mission isn’t compromised, they’re content to have you here.

While most legions say ‘Legion Mother’ however, the Raven Guard tend to use the title ‘Raven Mother’ instead when being formal. When they started saying that instead of just legion mother, you noticed how it intertwines with how they refer to Corvus.

Once you realized you got a little bit too excited they’d finally started accepting you, and scared the shit out of no less than three guards by abruptly crying.

➧ The Emperor's Children:

They do enjoy being around humans that can appreciate the arts, and they don't hold much ill will towards you as the jewel of their Primarch's eye. If anything, they seem almost pleased their Primarch is able to pursue such things. You're welcomed into the fold with little fanfare, and Legion business continues on with nary a peep about Fulgrim's new wife.

Many of them create things for you, which while incredibly sweet, makes Fulgrim a little miffed if you show too much joy about it. He just gets a bit jealous, but it's harmless. You find it kind of cute.

#fulgrim x reader #corvus corax x reader #leman russ x reader #horus x reader #mortarion x reader #jaghatai khan x reader #ferrus manus x reader #lorgar aurellian x reader #sanguinius x reader #AlphariusOmegon x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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moodymisty · 3 months

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Oh! Could you write something with Ferrus? Please?

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: Ask and ye shall receive. This is my first real time writing Ferrus so I hope you enjoy.

Summary: Ferrus wonders why you haven't asked the same question everyone else does.

Relationships: Ferrus Manus/Gn!Reader

Warnings: The ever so slight implication of sex, Ferrus having the emotional variability of a rock

Word Count: 728

Your heart gently patters against your ribcage as you look around the room. Schematics hang from the walls, organized in a way only known to him and written in a language that despite it being the one you speak, is so far removed it that might as well not be. Even in his moments of showing them to you, teaching you how they work, so many aspects of them still manage to elude you.

You rub your palm against your cheek and feel the warmth of your skin against it, radiating a flushed heat. But when you drop your hand away, it accidentally hits the cool metal of Ferrus' that rests on your thigh, covering most of it from the sheer size of his palm; It's heavy like a lead weight, but you make no effort to move away.

He watches you eye it, and finally speaks up after what has felt like an eternity of silence.

"I am surprised you've yet to ask how it happened."

You look up at Ferrus confused, brow furrowed. Your hands unconsciously grip his fingers for leverage as you gaze upward. It's awkward from your position sat between his legs, your back to him, but less so given his height. He leans forward and slightly to the side.

"How what happened?" You ask.

He looks at you with that same neutral expression, with a hint of him being miffed. Perhaps he thinks you're being remarkably dense in this moment, for not somehow understanding his vague statement.

A small shiver runs through your body randomly from the feeling of metal against your bare skin, though you still wouldn't say you felt cold.

"Most don't wait long at all before trying to inquire about how my arms."

Your eyebrows raise in the sudden understanding, and you can see the amused quirk in Ferrus' face as he catches it. You look back down at his arm and tug at it, and fail to move it even the slightest. His fingers shift slightly in response, pressing against the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

"Somehow I doubt you'd tell me the real story." Ferrus manages to surprise you with a soft laugh.

"Then you are smarter than most who ask."

Your hands roam over his more curiously, and to your surprise he placates you by flipping his hand palm up on your thigh. The metal is incredibly smooth and not all that cold considering, and your fingers tentatively travel upward until you reach the 'seam' between his metal and the skin of his forearm. It's perfectly smooth and even, like someone painted it; You can even see some of the detail of his skin like the bumps of veins, as if he merely painted over them.

Once he's deemed your curiosity sated he flips his hand back over, so his palm is once again pressed against your upper thigh. His fingers sink in-between your closed legs; It demonstrates the massive difference in scale between the both of you as they brush dangerously close to the apex of your legs. Your thighs tense up in response, though not from the cold.

"I know that the story is that you got them fighting the Wyrm on Medusa," You tug the large piece of clothing that smothers your body over your chest, the bottom of which just barely touches the side of Ferrus' hand. Putting your hands back on his own you can feel his palm slide up your thigh higher, and any pressure you put on it fails to halt it's advance. You bite the inside of your cheek before gathering the restraint to finish speaking.

"But the story changes each time I hear it." Ferrus looks down at you, his eyebrows raised. It softens his face slightly, and with less of his permanent scowl it's surprising how different he looks. His hand squeezes your leg and it's more than bit distracting. He's doing it on purpose, you can tell.

"And do you believe it?"

He asks you. You purse your lips and think for a moment, before perking up in a way that earns a bit more of his interest.

"Let me think on it for awhile. Then I'll come back to you."

Ferrus smiles. You can't help but think he's amused by your intent to investigate something that you could just outright ask him.

"Very well."

#ferrus manus x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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thevoidscreams · 2 months

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In honor of Mating Press March, I give you this Female reader. You are Ferrus Manus's sweet little wife and the two of you are finally getting around to making the Emperor some grandchildren. Ferrus is quite eager to start a family with you and has you in a mating press. Because it's called a mating press.

Day twelve

Ferrus time. Time to get that Manus ween.

Pairing: Ferrus Manus x reader

Warnings: Breeding, more cum than you can shake a stick at and at least a gallon of lube to fit that what this man calls his cock. The jury is still out on that though. Sorry again for this being late.

You walked confidently with the little sheet of paper in your hand towards Ferrus's workshop. A broad smile painted across your face.

The Iron hands at the door stepped aside to allow you to enter. They knew better from personal experience than to block the Iron hand's wife from him.

"Ferrus!" You called, and he turned to face you. A soft smile pulling at the edge of his mouth. "What did the results say?"

"Now is the time. I'm at peak fertility for the next three days."

Your husband stood, nodding. "I see. Well then, we'd better make the most of our time."

"I agree."

You reached out a hand to him, he took it and raised the back of it to his lips before he stood. You just barely came to his lowest rib, and it amused him every time. To see you pressed against him, so small yet so determined. Ferrus took the page and set it on his work bench.

"My father's been inquiring as to our intentions on children. Before I had no answer to give him. But I believe the next time we see him, I will have news to share with him." Ferrus told you and held your hand in his as he led to you away from his work bench and towards the door.

"I hope we do. I wonder how he would be as a grandfather." You imagined him holding your future children on his lap and telling them wild tales from the crusade and before.

His face was calm, but his hands clenched and unclenched excitedly. He was looking forward to having a child with his wife. But also the making of the child as well.

Sex had been a bit of a struggle, given how big he was and how thick his manhood was. A lot of patience and lubricant had been required. It was easier now, but still, it took some time to get him fully in you without causing harm.

Stepping past the threshold of the room Ferrus lifted you up. His lips seeking yours as he carried you to the bed. Hands pulling at clothes till you were bared to his eyes and hands. His mouth explored the dips and curves of your body, leaving a trail of marks wherever his mouth went. "My beautiful wife. You will be the best mother. I am confident about this and there is no one but you that I would rather have than you." He cooed softly. "Do you really think so?" You asked, your voice a soft tremble. "I do. I would not have said so if I did not." Your hands pulled at his body glove and he chuckled. "You must work on your patience." "I don't want to. I want you to put a child in me, Ferrus." The Iron hand smiled at your eagerness as it so closey matched his own.

He stripped himself. You took in the sight greedily.

Ferrus brought a jug out from the closet, it was filled with a clear thick fluid and you shivered with need.

The primarch settles on the edge of the bed. Your legs spread to allow him access. He poured a bit of the clear fluid onto his metallic fingers. "Are you ready?" He asked and you nodded. "Quite, it's been too long."

Ferrus snorted. "We had sex last night." You gave him a coy look. "Which is entirely too long if you ask me, my darling husband."

He shook his head and slipped one lubricated finger into your entrance, he often wished he could feel with his hands how warm you were. However his cock would simply have to do.

You moaned as he curled his fingers and spread the lubricant as much as he could. His fingers were thick and hard, having slept together so recently it was easy to take.

He poured another portion onto his fingers and returned them till his finger glided smoothly. He stopped once satisfied.

He raised the jug to his cock and poured a line down his length, rubbing it to coat the whole length. You watched the movement with great interest. Your legs opened wider as he lined himself up. Slowly almost agonizingly so, he pushed in. His hands gripping your thighs and pushing them up to allow him to reach deeper. He continued to push in, the stretch getting more severe as he did. The deep groan Ferrus let out as he bottomed out shook the bed. You loved his sounds of satisfaction. The ones that you know he was really into. You both rested for a minute, Ferrus massaging your thighs with a look of absolute love and adoration in his eyes. "Shall I begin now my love?" "I'm ready when you are." You smiled up at him. Ferrus pulled out just a few inches before sliding back in. Drawing a moan from you both. He repeated, pulling out just an inch more, than another till he was pulling out almost all the way. But his pace remained steady as he made love gently to you.

Ferrus was not one to rush his acts of love for you. And that included sex. It was an act that meant more to him than just finding pleasure. It was one of many ways he strengthened your bond. It also mattered to him that you were safe and comfortable when he took you. It was just another thing you loved about him. His pace picked up, his thrust still even, but harder. He had the steady beat only a metronome could match. The thought brought a smile to your lips. Imagining a little tick each time he thrust back in. Your hands brushed over his chest. Indulging in the warmth and stability it provided. "I love you Ferrus." You mumbled. "I love you too." He panted leaning down to nuzzle the top of your head. One wide fingertip found your clit, rubbing circles into the tender nub. Your sweet cries of pleasure were his reward, as was the way your pussy choked his cock. “You’re so beautiful my love. Taking me as we build our family together.”

Your body lit up at the praise and you tingled all over. Sure he was more affectionate with you, but to be spoken to approvingly like that by him was like being patted on the soul. “And you are so very handsome helping me to make that family a reality.” It wasn’t much longer till he had you reaching the peak of your climax. Ferrus followed on the heels of it, stilling deep inside you as he could. Pouring a flood of cum into your womb, so much it overflowed and trickled down your thighs. Ferrus stayed in you a minute longer, allowing most of his seed to remain in you. Your pelvis looked fuller with the sheer volume. There was an audible and wet sound as he pulled out. His cum followed until he pushed a finger into you to stop it. “A shame, such a waste.” He grumbled. “I guess you’ll have to keep replacing it.” You flirted. “That I will.” Ferrus replied, his cock still hard and twitching. It was going to be a long night.

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