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kit-williams · 2 months

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non Khorne canon

thank you @callme-cursed for inspiring me with this:

Khorne - Your father's astartes only got more temperamental with age. Small things seemed to become the greatest slight one could make against him. You left for your own safety quietly in the night. It was unfortunate to realize so late you were his favorite. Now he is on a war path to find you again.

And letting me write something that no matter how hard I tried just keeps turning lewd. I'm keeping him legion/chapter-less so that anyone can insert their favorite legion/chapter. (Since its lewd its why I'm tagging my usual people)

Normal taglist: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog @thevoidscreams

tw: dubious consent? maybe noncon? Can read either way I suppose but either way you're getting dicked down. Written in 1st person because I have a problem

I get a notification on my phone about a break in at my apartment and the pictures show your family's astartis breaking in and looking around most likely barking for your name. He had started to act odder and odder... getting angry and aggressive with everyone especially with everyone around myself... getting far too affectionate and starting to bring me home trophies. I decided to stay at my apartment more it's why it's there because I am a big girl... but he wanted me at home where he could watch me.

I decided it was time for one of my hiking trips. I call dad just telling him what he's done and just that I decided to take a hiking trip for a few weeks. I've been doing it since I was sixteen... and even then sure I'd be hiking with him. I swallow as I have to keep going to get to that dry spot as the rain picks up.

I'll probably take a different trail then I normally do to throw him off my trail but I'm certain dad can wrangle him in... he's always been a stubborn astartis but just him being a big bully and him... I don't even know what to call it? Online people called it courtship behaviors... others said it was just being overly affectionate and showing which person is their favorite... the internet was no help in dealing with his recent mood swings and it scared me.

Sure he was grumpy when I was younger but now he was getting straight up violent and it made me feel so unsafe even if it never was directed at me or the parents; I just had to get out of there so fast. I've always hated confrontation and just I was always a coward. It would be fine....

But it was not fine... I run my fingers through my long hair as I read the text in the morning... Dad: ... hasn't come home. He might be going to look for you. I close your flip phone as I quickly pack up my camp knowing I have less and less time to get to the trail split and if I'm lucky he'll just keep going looking for me and then go home.

It was always so pretty the morning after a rain... the way raindrops clung to leaves, to moss, hanging suspended in spider webs... just a breeze shaking those drops free from their perches giving me another mini shower under a canopy. But I didn't have time to enjoy the relaxing bit of nature as I headed quickly to the split and when I finally got there I made sure I didn't stop powerwalking down the path until lunch.

The rain was threatening to come back as I was upset at how much rain there seemed to be typical weather people lying... I hold my breath as I suddenly hear a humming as the forest goes quiet and I turn my head and see the bloody visage of him... the family astartis... freshly harvested skulls on his hip both animal and human. His breath comes out hot and heavy as he pants and I can see it in the air as he leans his head back just grinning like a madman to the sky as it suddenly unloads.

My legs get cuts as I sprint through the underbrush just running blindly as he calls my name rushing after me. My lungs burn as I run tempted to throw away my bag to run faster but he'd certainly use it as leverage if I do get away. I hear water as I realize I'm near that cute spot... with the little pond and the waterfall. I stop above the pond as the water is coming down... a jump into the water from this height would hurt, I would know the memory of me doing it one summer hike with him.

"Sweetheart..." He brays softly as he walks out of the woods looking at you as I stay near the edge of the rocks, "come on take a step away... you look so cold. I can help with that." I can hear the layered meaning in his voice no longer hiding it. I remember admitting it once that I had a small crush on him but that was when I was young and hormonal and crazy for anything man shaped. How he just laughed at that and found it cute... that was a decade ago it seems he's changed his mind on that.

"Just leave me alone." I say threatening to take another step back.

"Get over here now." He snarls and I nearly rush over to him in obedience but I just shake my head as he looks so angry at me it causes my eyes to water as I feel so scared.

He takes a step forward and I jump back and the look on his face is surprise before I know it he's right there jumping after me having to jump somewhere else to avoid crushing me. He wasn't the best swimmer so I think I have time... I think I have time... I crawl out of the water coughing slightly just taking a moment to rest my limbs. Its in that moment I feel a hand thread through my hair and grip my hair by the scalp.

I scream and claw his hand as its hard not to know who is dragging me by my hair given how his nails dig into my forehead causing me to bleed. The rain seems to drown my begging and screaming as he drags me to the "lovers cove". Rain hits a tarp hidden by leaves and vines as I remember finding this place as it was nice to camp here in the summer with the firepit roaring. Of course you couldn't stay here long having to explain to him why... because it was really only used for sex.

I'm too tired to move as jumping in my full gear was exhausting. I feel the flash of heat as he starts to pull on my clothes and I struggle as he snarls and fights me out of my soaking wet clothes. I'm trembling both from how wet and cold I am but also so afraid of being alone with him right now.

He seems to visibly relax as he pets my head and starts to dry my skin by rubbing a dry fur pelt against my flesh as he mutters and nuzzles my face just trilling as he continues to dry me off. His lips brushing against my cheek and temple as his thumb roughly swipes away my now flowing tears. Trying to calm me down as he rummages through my wet bag trying to heat up a ration for me. His eyes nervously darting over to me as if he is worried that I'll try to take off into the dark raining forest fully naked. I look over at him... the large two headed eagle tattoo on his back is still there though now holding what looks like a crown of thorns. It looks like a large back piece has been outlined in one of those chaos shapes... for Khorne you think.

He puts the ration in my lap and nuzzles me as he has me in his lap... and I realize he's naked too... I can feel his excitement against my back as he maneuvers my hand to pick up my spoon and I start to eat. I whimper and let out a soft sob as he hugs me tightly trying to soothe me. I rub my eyes as his hands move up and down my sides... trying to calm me down but it only riles me up and I try to move out of his lap.

His arms flex as he puts me in a headlock and his leg wraps around my own to keep me in place as he is snarling and barking at me in his tongue and I can't help but burst out into tears as he lets me go and I cower just afraid... I hate it when people yell at me... especially men... so loud so scary. He croons apologetically his body covering mind but then his breathing hitches as he starts to throb more as I realize his cock is against my sex... and to my horror... I'm not physically repulsed by the action.

I can't even say his name to try and stop him as he's already pulling your hips up as you manage to slip between his fingers to scramble away and he pounces on you. Your lungs hurt as you wheeze out the air feeling him rut against you licking the side of your head and you can't help but burst into tears as you moan out shamefully. You beg with a hiccupped sob for him to stop and he does... for a moment.

"Need... need to mark... need... need to keep." He hisses through clenched teeth. "No more separation... " He says before turning my head and shoving his tongue down my throat it feels. His fingers fumble against my sex before one slips so easily inside of me... roughly preparing me but there is not much to prepare... I'm so wet. "So sad... so helpless... " He moans into my neck pushing another finger into my sex as he does his best to prepare me for the burn of the stretch. He pulls his fingers out and shoves them into his own mouth tasting me. "Need me... need me to protect... I protect. Always protect." He says in stilted English as he pulls me off the ground before putting me on a shitty "bed" with a pelt he brought with him most likely thrown over it.

I try to beg for him to stop but he pushes his thumb against my tongue to stop me. He tilts my head up and I see several skulls around the bed. He practically purrs as I start shaking as they are all human skulls... some still stained red, "I protect... scared little sweetheart."

He says just hooking his hands under my knees tilting me up before sliding into me. He has to stop and close his eyes to not start pummeling his hips into mine but his pace is still just a bit to fast and little too hard and I can't help but cry up at him. But now I whimper and whine... he leans in and kisses me hard and passionately. I arch feeling the fur of the pelt against my back only leave ghosts of an impression on my skin... the skulls watching him fuck me hard are a ghost of a memory...I feel that pleasure course through my veins as he presses himself against me as deeply as he can as I orgasm and the clenching flesh around him causes him to spill over the edge.

We tumble over that edge as the rain picks up, lightning lights the forest, and thunder shakes the trees. Tears roll down my cheeks as he holds me close cooing at me. "Don't cry... I'm here... you're safe." He says between pants. Warmth is still spilling out between my legs and I feel confused about what's happened... but I feel so tired and will... I'll worry about it later. I sniffle softly and nod my head as I close my eyes and pass out feeling his warm body around my own and the fire... I'll deal with it all tomorrow.

#khornite #chaos space marine #space marine #non canon #non canon husbandry #warhammer 40k #inspired #mating press march #tw: dubious consent #tw: noncon

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tagedeszorns · 5 months

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Khornite Roomba.

Prowling the battlefield, collecting blood and skulls for its master. And trailing blood, too. Since there's never a shortage of blood in any khornite context.

Next up it'll paint a children's hospital according to colour theory.

Idea by @legiopraesagio

#warhammer #Khorne #Roomba #Demon #Warhammer 40k #WH40k

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shadefish · 6 months

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A Commission from Twitter of a custom Khornite Enkidu!

hey cool links to click on that support me

#art #lancer #digital art #lancer rpg #warhammer 40k #warhammer #mecha #robot #khorne #world eaters #chaos #chaos space marines #rpg #ttrpg #sci fi

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hotarutheconscience · 6 months

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My Only War Chacracter. Nermina. She survived more than 15 sessions! A cute medic, now feared by enemies and allies alike.

She was shot in the head, but survived it! She survived a khornite with a grenade, almost got captured, but still kicking and healing

#warhammer 40k #only war #wh40k #my ocs

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machinespirited · 4 months

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I should finish my pteraxii and also learn to kitbash so I can make Pertho and Lighthouse. And then maybe get some Khornite chaos marines. Just for fun. I like their hats.

#wh40k #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k

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defness · 2 months

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Khornite Anon

#murderer demon from Hell (in space)#def's art #OC tag: Rourak #Rourak #oc tag

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skxrbrand · 2 months

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Impish Desires

This particular haphazardly crafted magazine was found under a rock just outside Kha'xanzar's forge.

Dearest readers of Impish Desires, I apologize for my recent absence – a consequence of avoiding being trampled after someone hid one of my magazines in a Khornite Throne Room Skull. Honestly, folks, I've emphasized time and again to devour this publication immediately after reading in this hellish realm where sustenance is scarce.

Now, let's delve into the primary reason for today's discourse: Booty shorts, nudity, and outright grotesqueness. What ties these three elements together? Skarbrand! Indeed, our beloved Bloodthirster has made his physique a concern for everyone else. This particular imp speculates it might be due to his relationship with N'Kari, though sheer madness could also be a contributing factor.

We've witnessed him strutting around in those snug booty shorts that delve almost too deep between his cheeks, revealing a well-muscled behind but also a plethora of horns reminiscent of pimple-like whiteheads on a human teenager. If that weren't enough, he fancies himself handsome enough to parade around in the buff. Anyone daring to question this choice was promptly incinerated, with Skarbrand accusing them of looking at him lustfully. Feel free to laugh; I nearly snorted when I heard that! He seems to overlook the fact that half his face is gone, resembling a pug, not to mention the Khornites' shame of having broken horns. And let's not forget his short, stubby, small tail.

You might find this imp's tone a tad retaliatory, and you'd be correct! Honestly, the way this guy struts around, you'd think he's the hottest Bloodthirster, but we all know the real standout is Kha'xanzar, even though he vehemently denies it and rejects any romantic advances. That just adds to his allure.

This particular imp admits to daydreaming about licking the blood off him from head to tail but settles for hiding in his forge, captivated by the rhythmic sounds of him shaping and grinding weaponry. From his aloof charm to his flawless physique, who can blame me? Just a reminder, folks, this has been Impish Desires – remember to devour this after reading!

#submission #ask #//lmao #amusing as always #save;

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askymzbuki · 2 years

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Khornite Zebra Gift for a friend

#sketch #furry #zebra #khorne #warhammer

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crimsonqueenmagnus · 3 months

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Sister, I'm not entirely convinced my Sternguard Malum Caedo is not a follower of Khorne. The things he says such as "TEAR OUT YOUR HEART, SPILL YOUR BLOOD!" isn't something out of place coming out of a Khornate Berserker's mouth. Wouldn'y you say?

"I mean... it's not impossible... I've even heard some imperial zealots announce "skulls for the golden throne!" let us just say that some chaos influences are... not subtle but somewhat hilarious. That being said... I believe Caedo is merely... wrathful and zealous. He certainly would have any Khornite's respect with the slaughter he is capable of. Whether he is influenced... I don't entirely believe so. Everyone save for nulls have... a little bit of chaos so to speak. We are all connected to the warp. I wouldn't be too alarmed. Not all those who desire change are under Tzeentch's thumb, not all who get the flu are doomed to Nurgle, or those who have desire a slave to slaanesh. Not all who are wrathful will be chained by Khorne."

#crimsonqueenmagnus #warhammer rp #ah yes #the chaos gods of change desire wrath and sick #I know nurgle is about more than sneezes but #i'm funny fuck you

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the-consortium · 11 months

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A Khornate looks at Fabius. "You don't mind telling me why all these clones are begging to die"

@defective-khornate12

#rp

The Chief Apothecary does not react directly, only looks beside him, a rather scrutinising glance. There is not even anything prompting in it. He takes a step to the side. Continues to make notes on a dataslate. Saqqara, who has been half a step behind Fabius, follows the movement and his fingers almost unconsciously brush the sealed caps of the many bottles hanging from his belts. He says in an urgent tone to Fabius, "Far be it from me to question your knowledge of human nature, but do you think this is a good idea?"

Fabius looks up, frowns in mild annoyance. "Oh, stop acting like his overprotective wife! You can't hold his hand all the time, and I've found it does his hormone balance good to give in to the Nails sometimes-"

His sentence is cut off as an angry, Astartes-shaped force of Ceramite, a Medica harness and a Chainaxe roars past him at that moment.

Fabius sighs, continues a little louder, "It does him good to have the residue left in his system by his means of suppressing the Nails cleared sometimes. Besides, unlike the two of us, he speaks the language of these …. People. So I'll let him have that diplomatic pleasure" With these words, he puts on his helmet to be able to switch on the audio dampeners and then continues to write his correspondence undisturbed. Saqqara sighs, puts on the helmet as well, and prepares to be concerned despite Fabius' taunts.

Arrian brakes about an angstrom before the Khornite, the Chainaxe not even activated yet but very obviously at the very limit of his ability to control himself. The sclera of his dark eyes is suffused with red and saliva drips down his chin. The skulls shackled to his armour clatter woodenly, punctuating the metallic clank of the Butcher's Nails snaking from the back of Arrian's head, which seem to move almost on their own.

He takes a deep breath, then roars: "Do you realise who you're standing in front of? Who you are keeping from important work with your damn unnecessary aggression? What is actually wrong with you slaves of this completely degenerated God? Where did you take a wrong turn? Did your mother throw you against the wall too often? Or is that just the fucking tone with you now and that was just a friendly greeting?!"

#Warhammer #The Consortium #Ask Post #Roleplay #Arrian Zorzi #World Eaters #Khorne

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wayward40k · 10 months

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Guardian Angel..?

The rift into the Warp snapped shut, and Alethea staggered.

Blood dripped from her nose, her mouth, her ears - and her wounds. She’d definitely be feeling the psychic backlash for that later… at the moment, it felt like she didn’t even have the strength to breathe in her armor. Struggling as she was, the Inquisitor’s awareness failed her, and a pained yell escaped with the last of the air in her lungs as a daemon slammed her into the ground.

She was only vaguely conscious enough to recognize the bloody red daemon of Khorne as it sneered down at her, her hand still reflexively trying to go for her missing bolt pistol. It roared at her, demanding she forfeit her soul, lifting one clawed hand to bring it down-

A blur of black swept from the sky, hitting the daemon with enough force to cause it to stagger back. The weight lifted from Alethea’s chest, and she managed to gasp in a weak breath to further prolong her present life. Her vision went dark as she wheezed past the blood in her throat, fatigue finally overpowering the drive to continue fighting and pulling her into unconsciousness.

Black turned to teal, and the daemon was lunged at by another daemon, the feathered creature of Tzeentch clawing at his foe. What followed was a brief, desperate struggle between the two, ultimately ensuring the Inquisitor was alone in the moment.

Serge was victorious, though grateful the Khornite had been weakened prior to their scuffle. With the removal of the rift, the daemonic forces in the area were faltering and failing, allowing the surviving Scions to sweep through them easier. His cervid-skull-esque head turned to assess the state his sister was in, kneeling over her.

He couldn’t resist oh so gently brushing a few stray hairs from her face, a claw delicately tucking them behind an ear. Just a moment longer, with his only hope in the universe… But, the feathered daemon couldn’t linger. His presence had only been necessary in the instant, and so he - reluctantly - stepped back as he turned to a raven as it flew from the spot.

She’d be found by her allies, and tended to. Alethea would carry on, and he’d keep an eye on her until he was no longer able to.

#The Inquisitor #The Seer #random drabble idk

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kit-williams · 3 months

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Barn Anon. The second part. Uh... too dark?

The Ultramarine was frantically searching the makeshift base of the Chaos Warband. He's aware of the other Space Marines that had are part of this attempt to put down or at best drive away the Warband moving around and mercilessly butchering any surviving Chaos Marines. Behind him an Iron Hands is following him, he too had his human snatched up by these Chaos Marines.

The Ultramarine reaches some of the holding cells and his heart drops when he sees the numerous dead humans lying in and around the cells and cages. Were they too late? The Iron Hand lets out a pained cry and darts forward to tenderly pick up and cradle one of the broken bodies. Terror builds in the Ultramarine, was his human dead as well? He desperately searches the place. Then he finds her, his human... he effortlessly rips the cell door open and moves closer only for her to scream in terror and scramble back.

Her eyes. Her beautiful eyes. What have they done to her? He calls out in her, hoping to at she can recognize his voice. He quickly pulls her into his arms, she's trembling and mumbling pleas for mercy. Under his helmet, his eyes burn as tears start to flow. His sweet human... this wasn't supposed to happen, he shouldn't have let her travel on her own. This is his fault. He whispers apologies and promises in gothic, anything to soothe her. Please don't be afraid of him.

Part 2 part 1

Yeah anon this might be a bit dark

All heads snapped to the wailing Iron Hand as they all heard "They're dead! They're dead!" And all hell broke loose. The Word Bearer snarled as he fought his kin screaming dark promises for what happened to his charge... all the while the unbonded one tries to reason with his kin and telling him how he is freed from whatever madness has taken root.

The Khornites are let off their leash as they rush down the "feral" astartes. The humans that are left simply start screaming as to them its the end of the world... some who still have their mind left on them scream for their Astartes... howling their name. Bolter fire and plasma shot ring out as the roar of chain weapons fill the air as death has come to collect.

But when they see humans alive it's a mad rush around the base after the others are chased off or killed. Howls and roars of pain and anger ring out as corpses are found. The astartes do not understand why they feel this way towards a mortal but they simply do... they cherish their mortals dearly.

A wounded Lamenter hesitates as they look at the cages calling out softly before crying out in joy as their charge is safe. But, their charge wails out at the wounds their Astarte has endured. Bodies both alive and dead are collected and held close... as they try to soothe them... as they all beg for them to not fear them.

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She squirms in her seat as she tries not to itch the skin touching the prosthetics the apothecarian installed after her eyes were ruined. They still itched badly... she had survived a feral chaos warband attempt... theory being they're trying to go home or something like that all the articles blend together like therapy does. But she had made progress enough to go find her Ultramarine.

She finally was missing his company as... she was in no state to be around him after what had happened. A common occurrence after surviving whatever the hell that was... was a fear of astartes. She still doesn't understand how those survivors with chaos astartes can stand them but it had taken her this long to even miss her ultramarine.

She looks at the two guarding the door... he was staying with a feral company of Ultramarines. Feral loyalists were less likely to openly attack humans... unless it was Iron Hands or Dark Angels. She was ready to give up when the doors opened and she recognized her Ultramarine even under that beard he was now sporting.

He knelt down just saying stuff softly like she was some skittish animal looking hurt... but she hugged him and sighed, "It took me awhile to finally be able to say this but I missed you buddy... are you ready to come home?"

She smiles as she feels him hug her back gently.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #space marines #tales from the barn #barn anon

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