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moodymisty · 13 hours

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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 · 1 month

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Something with Russ.

Here's the setting (pre heresy): A female serf that usually tends to the general inhabitants of the main council fortress on ultramar, now accidentally becomes a play thing for a drunken Russ. Today was a special occasion as for seven of the primarchs had gathered for an important meeting with Guilliman, afterwards, a large banquet was held with many of the Primarch's serfs seemingly all working together to satisfy their Lords. Russ, having brought his own drink, had over done it as usual and eyes one serf. She's working hard yet trying harder to tend many of the somewhat distracted patrons of the imperium. The tipsy wolf king seems to be entertained enough by her efforts, picks her up to disappear with her for the afternoon. The whole experience is completely unheard of yet exciting for the serf, however there is one thing she didn't expect from Russ, his more feral yet playful side.

Day 18

Pairing: Leman Russ x reader

Warnings: possible power imbalance, abduction (lightly), knotting, biting

Russ's tongue ran over his lips, licking away the mjord that'd been left behind after his last sip.

Such a spry little thing you were. The wolf king had seen you all day, since before the meeting even. Working.

Haven't you heard of a break? Probably not if you were the tax man's serf.

You were pretty, maybe a bit small but for Russ. Unless he wanted an ogryn he'd have to make do with his woman being a bit smaller. Besides, little women were quicker and ran so prettily. Like little rabbits running away from the big bad wolf. The hunt was always so much fun and the reward when he caught them was so very sweet.

He downed the rest of his drink, coming to his feet and belching. It made his warriors roar with laughter and he smiled at them, showing his teeth.

You hadn’t noticed still working away, filling glasses, bringing plates, mopping spills, the works.

“My wolves. I have eaten my fill of meat with you. I have drunk my fill of Mjord with you. And I've had my fill of stories with you. Unfortunately this next appetite is not one I can satisfy with your company.” His smile broadened and he snatched you up by the waist as you tried to skitter past.

His astartes hooted and hollered, raising mugs or thudding them on tables as they laughed and egged their primarch on.

“New pups for the pack eh!?” One shouted and his brothers slapped his back.

Some of them howled, like actual wolves.

You were dumbfounded as Russ carried you off to the room that his brother had prepared for him.

He was already hot under the collar and wanted to satisfy this burning need with a woman who he found enjoyable to look at.

“Be gentle brother.” Vulkan called after him and the other primarchs looked worried.

‘Should I be worried?’

Was the first cohesive thought you'd had since the primarch scooped you up into his arms.

“Do not worry little rabbit. I only bite for fun.”

Well, that answered that. But your heart did beat with fear at being grabbed up by the handsome wolf king. In fact you were rather excited, having stolen glances at him all day, thinking about how nice those big arms must feel wrapped around me.

The room prepared for him had fur pelts on the bed. And a fire crackled in the fireplace, chasing off the chill of the evening.

He set you down. His eyes were drinking in every part of you.

“Disrobe.”

You sprang to obey his command.

“Eager? That's good. I've been watching you all day. I'd hate to have to go and find another rabbit to satisfy my needs.”

Your brain ran that information and you felt a sudden bit of comfort. He wouldn't have forced you?

No he may be a wolf, but he was also a man. And an honorable one from what you knew.

His own hands began to peel away the firs covering him, revealing light armor that he pulled off as easily as cloth.

His upper body was marred with scars from many battles.

Gingerly your fingers reached for one.

He stopped your hand before you could, looking at you.

He seemed to understand without asking as soon as he followed the line of your sight.

He guided your hand to a set of three parallel scars along his chest.

“A bear got a lucky swipe on me here.” He explained, then moved your fingers to touch another. “A sword, during a spar with my brother.” And then another. “I took an orks bolt here.”

“You have so many.”

“I am a warrior, I fight and I win. Every one of these scars is a victory, proof that I survived.”

You felt oddly jealous. Such a grand and noble life, Russ was truly something to be admired.

He began to remove his pants and I dropped my dress.

He stooped and looked at me in only my undergarments.

“I see I indeed picked well.” His hands pulled you close, resting on your hips as he knelt and pressed his lips to your tender neck.

You moaned softly as he nibbled at your skin, hard enough to leave a mark gently enough that he didn't break skin.

You felt compelled by the action, leaning forward you sank her own teeth into the spot where his neck met his shoulder.

His hands tightened on your hips and he let out a sound somewhat between a snarl and a moan.

And suddenly you were on your back underneath him.

His cock was hard and his eyes shone above you in the fire light.

His lips caressed the shell of your ear. “You'd better run, little rabbit.”

He growled.

Your body responded in your stead, shooting out from under him with speed you didn't know you possessed. Running blindingly as you darted away from him in the big room.

His bulk came barreling down on you capturing you in his massive clawed hands, you back pressed to his and your front pressed to the floor.

You expected something but it wasn't him, letting you go. You body doing its old trick of shooting off as he ran you down.

Your heart beat so fast in his chest.

He took you by the hips, grinding his cock against your wet hole through the thin fabric protecting between you.

His hands slackened, you ran.

It was a game, but it got so real as Russ shot after you again with an excited growl.

He gave you a nip on your thigh, causing you to cry out in shock and pain. He immediately reeled back and took you gently into his arms.

Looking over the mark he’d left behind. “My apologies little rabbit. I got ahead of myself. I am sorry.” He kissed the spot. It left a warm feeling in your belly as he kissed me there, even warmed then you had already been.

He continued to kiss until he got to the apex of you. His tongue lapped over the damp spot between your legs.

“So very ready for me. Like a good rabbit.” His teeth sunk into the fabric, pulling it away from your body.

He inhaled deeply, his cock twitching. “Such a beautiful thing, a woman who desires my cock and is as eager as you.”

The heat of his tongue collecting your juices was otherworldly. “Lord Russ.” You groaned and he chuckled.

“I am going to put my cock in you little rabbit. You might as well call me Leman. It is easier to scream than Lord Russ.”

He buried his face between your legs, eating like a man starved, his tongue delving to depts you didn’t know were there. And this was all to prepare you for the mass of throbbing flesh between his legs.

Your fingers locked in his hair and held him close, at some point your head had fallen back to the floor and your voice echoed in the expansive room.

Russ chuckled and slipped a finger into you as he worked your clit with his tongue.

That was all you could take, cumming all over his hand and mouth.

“That’s a good girl, what a good rabbit.” He licked his hand clean and kissed his way up your body.

His cock nudged your lower lips, catching as he pushed the head in, stretching you further.

“Does my rabbit want some more? Does she want to be devoured by her wolf?”

“Yes~!”

Leman growled and forced several inches in, your back arched under him and your hands flew to his tough skin. Nails leaving little crescents in his skin.

“Marking me for yourself, little rabbit?”

Russ grunted as he felt the pressure.

“Well…” you began, cheeks read and eyes half lidded, “if you're going to be as good a lay as I believe you'll be, then I might just have to start fighting other ladies to keep you.”

It was meant as a jest but something about it very much stuck with Russ and he wasn't sure why.

Outwardly he laughed, but inside he was intrigued.

“That would be quite the sight. Perhaps I should take you away as my own and train you.”

His cock filled you completely and Russ wasted no time in taking his pleasure, which subsequently gave you just as much if not more.

You writhed under him, his weight pinning you down as he rutted into your inviting heat.

“So good.” He growled, his fangs gleamed in the light of the fire as he grinned. “And what does my rabbit have to say for herself?”

Your brain felt as if he’d fucked every bit of sense from it. Your mouth worked but hardly an intelligible sound came out.

“Nothing to say little rabbit?” he panted “Or is your mind too full of pleasure from my cock for your mouth to form words?”

You stopped trying to reply and simply nodded.

It gave him no end of amusement.

The heat building in your body was about ready to boil over. Leman noticed and kept his pace content to drive you to the edge as many times as he could before he himself came. He took your hands and nibbled the soft skin of your wrist.

It was sure to leave marks as well. The thought drove you over the edge and you came, crying out for him. He quietly hummed his words of approval in your ear before leaving down to kiss and bite your neck.

He'd steadily begun leaving the evidence of his claim on you the bruises and bite marks the proof that he'd been there.

And whether he took you or not there would be no denying what had transpired between the both of you.

“Leman~♡” You whined as you grew more sensitive, his ceaseless rutting giving you another climax.

It had driven him over as well and he pushed into you fully with a growl. His knot swelling to keep the seed he was spilling into you from escaping.

Leman huffed in satisfaction,holding you close as he felt your body expand slightly to accommodate the sheer amount.

“Such a good rabbit, taking her wolf's cum so eagerly.”

You nodded against his shoulder, fingers grazing over scars, touching them lovingly.

“Th-thank you.”

Moving gave you a shock.

“Huh?”

“Oh, I did not tell you, I should have. We will be together like this for a while.”

“What happened?” You asked confused.

“I have knotted you. It is.. one of my strange abilities as a son of the emperor.”

His fingers played over your hair soothing you.

As Leman lifted you and carried you to the bed he was sure that he would indeed take you. His brother wouldn't miss just one serf.

Laying on the bed he held you close as his cock settled and his knot began to decrease in size slowly.

As his hand ran over your hips he found it a pleasant sensation.

His hearts beat with a strange quickness and he found himself excited.

He held you, fingers brushing through your hair till you were fast asleep.

After an hour he slipped out of your warm clutch and slipped from the bed with surprising grace.

He laid a blanket over your form and pulled his pants on.

Roboute hadn't been expecting his brother but welcomed him nonetheless.

“I am almost done with these reports, did you have a good time?”

“Yes brother, I did.”

“Then what draws you away from your sons at this hour?”

“I wish to take the serf with me.”

Roboute sighed as he steepled his fingers and looked at Russ.

“I assume you mean the one you've been scoping out since your arrival several days ago?”

“Yes, her. My rune priest had assured me that it is a good match. That she will carry my sons and daughters well.”

Roboute looked at his brother, leaving forward on his desk.

“Has she consented to this?”

“Oh,” Russ chuckled and grinned wide, “she had consented to many things this night. You should have seen her taking my-”

Guilliman stopped him with a hand.

“Once the papers are filed and her consent given in front of a witness, you may have her.”

Russ whooped and left the office, Guilliman knew there was little point fighting him over it.

Leman pulled you into his chest, keeping you close in his arms. Soon, he assured himself. Soon, you'd be all his. He kissed the top of your sleeping head and fell into a deep slumber himself.

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sirenscriptures · 2 months

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primarchs + fantasies

summary: basically just a ramble thirst post because i want to drag 30k/40k into my already mess of a blog. i’m still figuring out certain pieces of characterization/lore so be patient with me here <3 i am suffering this brainrot and dragging you down with me!

warnings/notes: nsfw themes (18+ only), fem-bodied depicted reader, mentions/depictions of exhibitionism, of course size difference, hints of breeding kinks, slight mention of blood drawing, bondage/rope play. (these are partial fantasies i think they’d have but also they are genuinely so touch starved i think even the slightest form of physical intimacy could make them combust. in a good way.)

featuring: lion el’jonson, fulgrim, leman russ, magnus, sanguinius, mortarion, and horus lupercal (pre-heresy)

lion el’jonson

look, if there’s one thing each of the primarchs could use in some way, it’s a fucking break. lion is definitely one of those primarchs. the man has always been on high alert, and has never truly known how to relax. that is, until he bonded with you.

the fact he’s found himself so close to you is quite a milestone of sorts. being a primarch of many secrets, you can assert that he isn’t someone who trusts easily. he doesn't let many others know what his deeper thoughts contain, not even some of his own blood.

however, it’s almost like he’s a different person in your presence. when he’s with you, he feels a profound sense of peace, like he can shut his mind off from his usual stressors and worries. especially during your alone time.

but it’s when he’s completely alone (a rare occurrence) that his thoughts tend to wander more than usual. it isn’t a total shock in the slightest when all he can think about is you. but when his thoughts are crowded with curiosities of what sounds you’d make while on top of him and how you’d feel wrapped around him…yeah it gets a little concerning to someone of his stature.

the thoughts of you like this start small…then they bloom into much more , to the point where if he even looks your direction when in this state of mind he’s a stuttering, flustered mess. a completely rare state for a primarch to be caught in, yet here we are.

so, it’s safe to say that while lion isn’t one to deeply “fantasize” like some of his brothers might, his intrusive thoughts about you certainly have a habit of spiraling and he has to physically slap himself to snap out of it.

fulgrim

in terms of fantasies, where do we even start with fulgrim? ever since you let him get close to you, whether that be on a personal or physical level, it was like opening pandora’s box. when you get him started, there is no going back.

it doesn’t have to be much to get him started with you. just your beauty alone and seeing you smile at him could get his dirtier thoughts racing. (horny bastard <3)

the fact that you were totally oblivious for a while of the power you held over him was amusing at times. though he was much bigger than you, he often thought about what you would do if he let you take the reins over him.

even just the thought of your soft hands running over his bare body could make him shiver. he could picture perfectly how beautiful you’d look if he had you on top of him. but he could also picture how beautiful you’d look if he had you in front of a mirror.

the way your delicate frame would lean against his chest as he fucked into you, massive hands roaming all about your perfect body…

most of the time he has to stop himself from thinking any further, for just the thoughts alone aren’t enough. maybe he’ll show you what he means when you’re alone with him in his chambers.

leman russ

if you want to delve into literal ferality, it is absolutely leman’s brain. and his actions, of course. so it isn’t far fetched to say his fantasies about you are in the same realm as his normal thought processes.

now, just because he is one of the more “feral” primarchs doesn’t mean he lacks complete restraint. but when it comes to you, let’s just say his restraint goes a bit…out the window if you know what i mean.

when his mind does wander and you’re not around, he tends to imagine showing you off. exhibiting how well he can pleasure you and how good you look while he does it to you. he doesn’t mind those of his legion seeing him with you like this, and even when you two are alone during these moments, he almost wants someone to see.

he would love to display the way he makes you whimper and squirm around him while rutting into you. though, he won’t let anyone get the wrong idea. you’re his, and he won’t let you forget that in the slightest.

but that’s not even half of what he’d like to do to you. and you can tell so blatantly in the way he teases you, unashamed of who’s around when he makes his usual remarks. but at the same time, he does it all out of love. he knows how annoyed you get from him pushing your buttons all the time, but he can tell you wouldn’t change it for anything.

magnus the red

for someone who sees most physical intimacy as a “waste of time” like a few of his other brothers, he certainly doesn’t stick to that thought process when it's you he's thinking about.

with magnus being as knowledgeable as he is, it genuinely frustrates him when he can’t figure out at first why he feels this way about someone like you. yet the more time he spends around you, and the more you show how open you are to learning from him and that you actually listen to him, the more these feelings start to increase.

in a strange way, he feels comforted by you. though when he’s closer to you than usual, these feelings of comfort seem to…deepen into more than he first expected.

even though he can’t pinpoint it at first, he finds that every time he’s away from you, the want for your presence grows within him like some sort of hunger. yet, it’s now laced with the craving to feel your touch.

his mind is generous in being able to envision you beneath him, body trembling with arousal as his touch travels your bare skin, admiring and caressing every inch of you. all of his senses are ablaze; the craving for your touch, voice, scent, everything becoming too much for even someone of his stature to endure.

shaking away these thoughts is much more of a challenge than magnus would first anticipate. but now that he’s come to this self discovery, he doesn’t want to waste anymore time merely thinking about it.

sanguinius

while sanguinius is the more compassionate of the primarchs when it comes to overall personality, don’t let that fool you. when this man gets down, he’s an absolute freak.

on a serious note, the one thing sanguinius loves is spoiling you, on all levels, of course. but he just has a little bit of extra fun when he gets to do it to you physically. he does love when you return the favor, but if he’s being completely honest he likes it more when he gets to please you.

when he’s with you in an ordinary setting, he doesn’t let his more “sinful” thoughts take over. out of many of his siblings, he is certainly one of the most restrained and can control himself when it comes to feelings such as these. one of the lucky ones, he supposes.

but despite being able to hide it, you do make it quite difficult at times. it can be anything that triggers that burning within him—the way you unsuspectingly bat your eyelashes when you stare at him, or when you look so bashful when he greets you with a kiss on your hand. or even when you accidentally brush up against one of his wings. and you aren’t even aware you do so much to him physically…

yet there’s not much that gets him going quite like the thought of driving you absolutely mad with pleasure (much like fulgrim if we’re being honest here). whether it’s the thought of how you’d react to his head in between your thighs until your legs tremble uncontrollably, or how pretty you’d sound when he drains just the slightest bit of blood from your tender neck…

sometimes he’s left heavy-breathed at the thought, and you’re not even in the same room as him. if only you were aware of the effects you had on him. though, something inside sanguinius felt as though it wouldn’t be a mystery for much longer.

mortarion

believe it or not, mortarion is not a total stranger to these kinds of thoughts. though, it’s much more intensified since you’re the only person he’s had these thoughts about.

with mortarion being one of the more distant and reserved of his brothers, his sex drive is one of those things he’s never had to deal with since he’s never felt this way about anyone else before. so it’s no surprise how easily pent up he can become.

even just the slightest things you do can get him electrified, and the poor, touch and affection-starved soul doesn’t even fully understand why. the way you smiled at him with genuine fondness from a distance the other day? he’s still thinking about it for weeks. the way your hand gently brushed against his face by mistake? still has him reeling even when he’s in your presence.

the way his thoughts of you overwhelm him is far from easy to deal with, and you immediately notice the way his behavior changes in response to these newer sensations.

it’s so much worse when he’s away from you for long periods of time, though. his mind is racing with everything from how beautiful you would look tied up in various positions; the imprints of rope staining your soft skin, to what sweet sounds he could get you to make in response to his mouth in between your legs.

his poor legionaries when they have to deal with him in this state…he’s so helplessly tuned out from everything and they have not a clue what’s going on with their primarch. but he won’t have to worry much longer, for he’ll be venting his sexual frustrations out on you when you’re both reunited.

horus lupercal (pre-heresy)

honestly, what doesn’t horus think about when he’s thinking about you? not many people can make his mind wander to even the most dangerous of places like you can. while he isn’t sure how this all started, he is far from complaining. honestly, what doesn’t horus think about when he’s thinking about you? not many people can make his mind wander to even the most dangerous of places like you can. while he isn’t sure how this all started, he is far from complaining.

the way he is around you is his usual self, but his thoughts about you aren’t restrained in the slightest. you’re so captivating, and while he wants to hang on every word you say to him, he can’t help but fantasize in the process.

horus doesn’t expect you to have a very strong effect on him at first, yet he’s proved wrong very quickly when he’s away from you. when he’s finally alone is when it hits him.

he thinks about how much he’d love it if he had you all to himself. he could imagine spoiling you in every way imaginable, but especially physically. he could imagine all the noises he could cause you to make, and all of the sensations he could make you feel. but most of all, he could imagine breeding you—filling you up with his seed to where you know that you’re his.

from there, you’re the cause of all of horus’ sleepless nights until he gets to see you again…

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2lim3rz · 1 year

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Imagine being from a world in Warhammer 30k which was sort of like Lorgars world where they worshipped the Chaos gods, but instead of worshipping them the Reader and their clan instead have honed and perfected the art of summoning and subjugating the various types of Chaos daemons. Like to the point where Nurgle daemons are used to improve fertility in cattle/crops, Khorne daemons are used as guard/attack dogs, and so on. How would the Primarchs/Big E react to their s/o being capable of this?

This definitely fits with my sorta view that.. I mean, Chaos does have its inevitable place in the world. And it has been established that with the whole belief system, there are minor 'gods' that sort of exist. But Chaos is a culmination of everything (and it happens in grimdark dystopia that it all sucks)

But we have been shown good sides of Chaos (or at least told OF them). With Slaanesh's pleasure (and pain does have its place in the world) [with Steeds being a good example because.. I mean they don't really actively do anything malicious, they're just curious titty raptors that like to vibe]; Khorne's honor (and bloodshed, because he IS the Warrior god) [and most things I see of Khorne are low-key pretty mechanical as well]; Tzeentch is ambition and psychic powers (both of which are important in the society of 30/30k and general life); and Nurgle's mortality (as well as disease having its place) [as well as rot and decay i.e mushrooms having its belonging in the food chain]

I'd imagine there's an UNDIVIDED tribe/settlement (going with tribe in assuming this is also a nomadic world similar to Colchis) as well as a tribe corresponding to each separate god (I can elaborate more but tl:dr: the khornate god takes in exiles/willing followers and uphold the Dedications of the Blood in which they attack the other tribes while dressing themselves similar to the daemons this also aids [unintentionally] in keeping the population down)

In saying this, I'd probably say it'd function closer to this: Nurgle - Sacrificial uses are plant based and generally the end of a life (i.e composition n such) while not many of his daemons are used, he's certainly revered enough

Slaanesh - The arts generally, but daemons are used to aid in performances or even arcetecture however you spell it lmao. No sacrifices so much as dedications and performances

Khorne - Sacrifices and Dedications. Honor aspect is leaning towards upholding laws.. in a sense. Laws being more eye-for-an-eye in this case. Daemons are used to aid in combat and transportation

Tzeentch - Lowkey.. a lot of things sort of goes with Tzeentch. Daemons are very versatile with this one. Sometimes takes sacrifices, sometimes dedications. Very unsure?

Note: Just Leman, Magnus,and Lorgar this go around cause I just had ideas for them and for simplicity's sake, the planet is called.. Let's call it Asybor (a-SIGH-boar)

Your world.. was one of peace. Similar to many worlds and yet.. oh was it so different. For the taint of the warp was upon it, so they said.

You were a Fraslen; a Sky Speaker. Runes were both carved and tattooed into your body.. yet they were artful and done with precision. A curling ball of flame upon your head, a horned triangle of sorts upon your breast alongside three loops with three coiled arrows and upon your back was a circle with a semicircle arrow split in half with another semicircle. These were only the largest however.. All of them curling into each other like beautiful holding hands.

You were nearly barren of clothes this time of year. Loose transparent cloths floated akin to ghosts on your body, with golden sandals protecting the soles of your feet across the hard ground.

You heard it; the songs, the cheers.

You saw it; the blaze of piercing light in the air, the sight of something falling into your planet.

You felt it; as if you were dipped into one of the warming rivers in the northern passes, a feeling washing over your mind.

Something was there..

LEMAN RUSS

It's the great crusade and.. admittedly even this planet was a bit out of his reach. Yet something told him that he needed to be here. It had to be seen. It was a yet to be conquered planet and scans deemed it to be.. suspiciously empty. There were readings of some animals but little else.. and upon a planet so green and clearly rich with life? It was off.

Until he and his ship of Space Wolves landed. Of course, all you knew was that you had to welcome this.. whatever it was. And at first your eyes and your mind were at war with each other. In fact, you had fallen to your knees the moment you beheld the men in strange armors.. their height rivalled the Kortons, their regality was unmatched to those of the Slaniths.

They had surprise as well. Scans showed nothing of human presence; yet here one was.. bearing symbols that made the mind ache.. the soul wander dangerously. Leman Russ.. was having none of it

But.. he was curious. And Curiosity was a dangerous thing. Being the closest thing to the planet's ambassador, you would lead them. And gladly tell them of everything. Why should anything be secret to your brothers of the stars?

You were greeted with skepticism, when you had shown them the elegantly made tents of the Cliff Treaders with their mounts of great winged beasts, they were astounded. Even more shocked when the burden-beasts could even carry one of the warriors upon its back

Yet the Giant one, the Wolf as he called himself was wary.. if not interested in what you had to show. What dangers there were. The only threat upon them was a foolish pack of Kortons that had challenged them. It was a joyous moment to discover how similar aspects of your cultures were: myths, foods, the nomadic traveling of your natures, the worship of nature with respect and wary fear.

You spent most of your time with the Great Wolf; the Star Hunter, Leman Russ..

Enough to gift him with a hand painted figure upon a sky-stone. A gleaming figure of him with painfully bartered paints from the Slaniths. The gifts of Fraslens were extremely few since they had to be Neutral in most things. Especially upon a stone only taken from upon one of the Pilgrimages

There was pain in his eyes when he accepted it

And you couldn't fathom why as he turned his back upon you. Not knowing just how you and your planet's entire precious culture would have to be disintegrated, less they faced His wrath.

MAGNUS THE RED

The primarch that had arrived.. stole your breath away. Where in Leman's case, you were overwhelmed by the presence of such withheld ferocity and the appearance of primality contained.. with Magnus it is conflicting. Massive and regal, but at the same time something was innately Off about him. His soldiers were of similar..

Yet unlike the other primarchs (with exception to perhaps Konrad or Perturabo), with Magnus you felt.. as if there was a chance.

Magnus, and many of the Thousand Sons no doubt (tell me if this is wrong because I am not a Magnus expert) is a scholar. The usage of the.. Warp in natural day-to-day life was astounding! It was..

It was similar to his home. The feeling of.. magic everywhere. Permeating the very soils of the ground itself. Even if he had to get used to the fact that his first meeting with the inhabitants was.. very nude

You lead him everywhere you could, equally fascinated by the technologies he brought with him. He took great interest in the song-tales of the Slaniths, and the story-weavers of the Za'leech.

He was even more interested in the patterns across your body. Struggling to ignore the way that his staring eye made you want to shiver and hide yourself in the most curious of ways. Interested in how each rune, each symbol and picture.. was a testament of your trials and story. Everything from your birth to your current time was put upon you in excruciating detail

Fraslens held no secrets of who they were

So he was stunned when you offered yourself to be an 'Ambassador' of your people. You had already done so much, translating his alien words to your people (with the help of other called-upon Fraslens and exception to the Slaniths and Za'leech who seemed to already Know his words just as much as you did)

You would leave your planet? Abandon everything to represent your people?

It hurt Magnus. It tore him in two. He needed to bring this planet into compliance. To record it but- To do that would shred everything apart.. everything was so harmonious and.. why it was..

All planets took compliance differently. Some peaceful, some not. Some by force and some by underhanded means and.. Why did this world make him so hesitant? Was it the feeling of a home away from home?

Either way. It was a difficult choice. And one had to be made.

LORGAR AURELIAN

It was not the massive deserts of home, nor was it Khur but.. it was a beauty in its own right. Sprawling greenery stretched out before him, segregated by rings of mountains as though many hands eons ago had carved many bowls into its surface

You were the first to greet him.. and he was stunned perhaps just as much as you were. It wasn't every day that someone walked around naked and he had gotten used to the different culture of the Imperium.

Lorgar was silent through the first time he was lead about. Marching with ginger steps with Kor Phaeron and Erebus as you spoke. Multiple times he had to silence his compatriots.. well just Kor Phaeron. Erebus was silent. Lurking. Leering.. planning. His son was always.. off

You were showing him the peaceful and the wrathful. Explaining it all. The Kortons upon their metal-backed land beasts as they ravaged a splinter group that had sought to sow chaos upon the lands. Slanith performances in the evenings and celebrating.. everything; from the births of life, to even just the rains that the Four had blessed them with. The Norngat with their meanderings ponderous ways. Slow; displaying the dedications to caring for the land and unchanging will of nature. The Za'leech, with their mystery and intrigue cause of it. Sparkling the sky with elaborate displaces of wonderous images or serving as the wise soothsayers

Everything was a fascination to Lorgar. No blade of grass was left unexplained

Even if your time was unknowingly threatened to be cut short.. this.. this peace..

It couldn't be had.

It couldn't last.

Not if he could help it. Yet.. No.. he could always turn this further against the Emperor. To sate the lust his Gods had to ruin the formidable Enemy.

After all... is Chaos.. is the warp really so bad if humanity could so clearly live peacefully beside it? Isn't this what Lorgar and the Cult preached?

#lorgar aurelian #lorgar aurelian x reader #leman russ #leman russ x reader #magnus the red #magnus the red x reader #x reader #reader insert #2lim3rz writes #warhammer 40k #ASYBOR 40K #primarch x reader

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wxnheart · 4 months

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What is cuddling with the primarchs like. (And no just writing morty off with a stank joke plz)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lion El'Jonson - LMAO.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alpharius - You cuddle one, you cuddle them all. Cuddle pile!

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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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squishyowl · 1 month

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Cold Nights

another older piece. i generally try not to show any private bits, just show the implied intimacy

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 30k #primarch #leman russ #space wolves #Mating Press March #primarch x reader #primarch x oc #ill probably get flagged but meh

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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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corvusspecialartist · 4 months

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Primarch Ranking for a Hair Day (final part)

Alright, so this is where we are at the final two tiers.... Better and Best, we are completely out of the neutrals here.

Better Tier

Loragr Aurelian

Ok, this preacher's boy gets a bad rap, but honestly.. if you want somebody to just do your hair for you while worshiping the ground you walk on...

2. Sanginius

Do y'all like angels? Well this guy is right for you... In fact he is the most beloved by everybody in the IMperium. And on top of that... he got wings...so he can dry out your hair while participating in bathing culture. He is is just charming and just kinda beauitful.

3. Leman Russ

Are you a fan of frat types and or Vikings? Then this wolfy guy is for you! Honestly, He would be rather jovial and try to help you with every part of the hair, despite the population not really testing for it. He even tries to reserve the best types of warm spots/meats. (Plus... you get to be near his giant ass wolves.. like that is AWESOME)

BEST:

Fulgrim

Honestly, he is the most aesthetically beautiful. He is legit trying to reach perfection in the way and action and body. And I would think that he would honestly style your hair in the perfect style and give you the best and the must luxurious products. (More boujee than what the other primarchs give you)

AND on top of that, he would be a gossip king supreme. In fact he spreads all the dirt (that he knows of) on his brothers.

2. Vulkan

Ok, he is an artisan first in craft. He can make beautiful armor and weapons. Plus he's tall, very dark, and handsome and I think that he has very very warm hands, and is willing to spend the time with you and just carefully put his hands through your curly hair.

3. Magnus the Red

Although the offical art says otherwise, I think he has red curly/frizzy hair. He was born in space Egypt, and there, they EXCEL at having the most complex hair styles. Although they are space wizards, and probably can change their appearance...I do think he would try and use hair to try and bond with his kids.

Also, he would try and do study late night hair days.

4. Alpharuis and Omegon

Who knows? I would like to think that they would try out multiple disguise and run by scenarios with you (that are in the range of classified, but you aren't going to tell anyone). They are the smaller than their kin though. Honestly, they are a wild card.

#x black reader #primarch x reader #vulkan #Fulgrim #magnus the red #leman russ #lorgar aurelian

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shiyorin · 1 year

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The love of the Primarchs for their lover (Part 2)

I realized that I really enjoy writing love stories about Primarchs :v

Fulgrim. His love is like the finest of wines.

Not in an "I'm better than you" sense, but a "I'm more refined and sophisticated than you" sense. His love is always of the utmost in beauty and allure... and it requires a certain kind of individual to fully appreciate it.

And that individual is always his lover. The perfect being to appreciate his beauty—and to return it tenfold. It's a love that's more delicate and tender than it is passionate and intense... a love that's always refined, but never cold.

Fulgrim is a man of beauty and style: he's graceful, elegant, and seductive all in one.

His love is reflective of that… and his lover plays a crucial role in his love for beauty.

He is in awe, and utterly charmed by their presence. He's been known to describe them as "the finest beauty in the universe" and other hyperbolic compliments. He's a man of passion, yes but he's also a man of intense aesthetic appreciation. And that appreciation is always most evident through the lenses of his love for his lover.

His love for his lover is unique in that it's very... intense and passionate. He's very much a romantic, and this is a very much a passionate, overwhelming love. He loves with an intensity that borders on excessive, and it's a love that's almost all-consuming in its desire. His lover is everything to him, and he would do anything, anything at all, to make sure they're happy.

He loves like the world is about to end, and his lover is his salvation. And he's perfectly content with that.

Jaghatai Khan. His love is more subdued than the other primarchs. It's not as intense or passionate, but it's there nonetheless. The Khan loves his lover dearly, and he's usually pretty good about keeping it to himself. That said, sometimes his love for them is a little harder to contain, and you can often catch him glancing at them with a soft expression on his face.

This is always a pleasant surprise, and his lover is always quick to appreciate his affections. They make him feel more at ease and loved.

And so, they have a good relationship. They love each other; they're affectionate without being overbearing; they have a very physical relationship but respect each other's boundaries. They're simply comfortable with being around one another.

And this is perfect for The Khan. He isn't looking for a lover to smother him or one that he can smother, he just wants someone to be with. Someone who can accept him as he is without making demands. And that's what he has with his lover.

The Khan's love is, like I said, a very balanced one. He and his lover are in a sort of happy middle ground between over-affectionate madness and distant stoicism. It's a comfortable dynamic that the two of them are quite happy to have.

They both adore the other, but the other doesn't have to be around for the other to be happy. Their love and respect for each other is strong, but it's not suffocating or excessive or even possessive in any way. Because The Khan and his lover have a bond that's based on more than just passion and desire.

Leman Russ. His love is much more primal and animalistic. He's quite possessive, but he has no problem showing his affection either, and his love is reflected in the raw emotion he puts into everything he does. He's incredibly passionate and devoted to his lover, and they love every minute of it, even when his passion occasionally manifests itself as anger or aggression.

The fact that his lover is so receptive to his outbursts makes him want to love them more. He'll do anything to help them, and will fight like a wild animal to keep them.

Russ will shower his lover with the love and affection they deserve, and he'll protect them from anyone who tries to take them away from him. He's intensely possessive of them and will do anything to keep them safe. He's never afraid of how he might come across to others in this regard. He is the wolf, and his lover is his one true mate.

Russ' love is intense and possessive, but it's also sweet and protective. He'll do anything to keep his lover close to him, despite any risks or consequences that might entail. He's a hurricane, and his lover is in the center of the storm.

Roboute Guilliman. His love is more like a constant and steady light. He is a man who believes in stability and structure in his life, and his lover is the one who provides that light for him. They're the one who brings order, harmony, and peace into his chaotic life; They're the one he can rely on when everything around him is crumbling apart.

So he's more than happy to take things more slowly with his lover. He enjoys the consistency of their relationship and is able to maintain just as much consistency in his actions and affections.

Ah, but here's the catch: they may be his lover and his one source of stability... but they are in no way the most important thing to him. That distinction goes to the Imperium and his role in preserving it. If he ever has to choose between them... he'll choose the Imperium every time. His priority is always going to be the Imperium, while his lover and the relationship he has with them will never come first.

So, if this is something that's of concern for them, they're going to have to learn how to be comfortable with coming in second to the Imperium.

That said, if they're content to play second fiddle, they'll be treated with much care and affection by Guilliman. He'll bring about a sense of order and discipline into their relationship if it ever begins to lose its stability. And, because he's so devoted to the Imperium, he'll expect them to be equally devoted to the relationship between them... to give themself wholeheartedly to their bond.

And when they're together, he feels his most confident. Nothing can ever go wrong or make him feel weak if he has them at his side. they are his strength.

#wh40k #fulgrim #jaghatai khan #leman russ #roboute guilliman #reader insert #romantic stuff #primarch #warhammer 40k #shiyorin's writer #primarch x reader #romantic stuff in 40k

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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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thevoidscreams · 2 months

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For Mating March: what would you think each Primarch specific kink would be?

Gonna stick to one or two kinks each for this also I'm going based on vibes:

Lion: He will often take you where ever you are at the time, even if it's a risky place to do it.He doesn't get off on the idea of potentially being caught. He gets off on getting away with it. Fulgrim: He enjoys painting you and making an absolute mess out of the paint he put on you, by fucking you and then making a print by pressing you to a canvas. He has a collection of these.

Perturabo: He enjoys bondage but with really complicated devices. He also gets off on being praised and feeling valued, during the deed. Jaghatai Khan: What's to do you on his bike while riding. Also he doesn't pull out. You're getting the cream pie.

Leman Russ: Predator/Prey dynamics, he's giving you a ten minute head start to book it into the woods. Better make those ten minutes count cause when he catches you, you're gonna want to be far enough away that no one can hear what he's doing to you. (Unless you're into that)

Rogal Dorn: No guy who makes a full body pain glove is normal okay. He wants you to do your best to make him come while he tries to hold off as long as possible. Also maybe a bit of pain play. Konrad Curze: Blood play, knife play, also predator/prey dynamics but it'd gonna be a lot more dangerous for you when he finds you. He will however give you aftercare if he's in the right mindset.

Sanguinius: Body worship, it goes both ways, also praising. He may get a bit bitey sometimes also. Ferrus Manus: Pretty standard rough sex, a bit of breeding, sensory play involving temperature. Angron: You gotta restrain him, it's not even a kink at this point it's for your safety.

Roboute Guilliman: Breeding, also if you bring him things while he's working to give him little breaks and lots of love that gets him going. He just needs your love and support. That's the biggest turn on for him.

Mortarion: I feel like he enjoys a challenge, and if you tease him throughout the day he's not gonna show it but he's gonna be rock hard till he gets you in bed later. And then you'll get to see his famed endurance first hand.

Magnus: He enjoys having his ego stroked, and when you show off a bit of book smarts. Also rub him down with some body oil. Horus: He is a power top who gets off on being called Warmaster or Master in bed. He's also not opposed to taming you and making you submit to him.

Lorgar: You are his kink. If he's pursuing you then it doesn't matter what else is going on in bed. As long as it involves you. And maybe some genuine sentiments of love.

Vulkan: MATING in all caps. He's also gonna pound you on his anvil the same way he does a new weapon.

Corvus corax: He wants to find you, hide and seek style. Another one where you'd better hope you hid in a place far enough from other people. Also risky business in public, like making you sit on his knee while he rubs you off under the table.

Alpharius: He and Omegon like to share you. Both at the same time. Sex is never a private affair for those two.

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aqua-the-smiter · 1 month

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Primarchs in rut, the movie. Some AU-ish elements. Very nsfw x female reader/reader(s)? Reader is married to said Primarch in each snippet even if not explicitly stated Heavy breeding kink, knotting, rut, romance/healthy marriages because that's the real kink here @thevoidscreams ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦୨୧✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ LION EL'JONSON - If he had a little less dignity he'd bite you, but even in the throes of his rut he does his best to maintain his pride. Instead he licks your neck whenever he's in a position to do so. Sucking bruises onto your tender flesh there. Not that you mind either way. You're pinned prone underneath him while he breeds you, holding you still and fucking you full. Whispering to you about the cubs you'll bear him.

FULGRIM - His rut is far less...demanding, then that of his brothers. Which means he's of perfectly sound mind to adorn your body with ropes and keep you tied like a butterfly in a spider's web while he licks your pussy and pleasures you in every other way he can think of. Just so you're ready. Teasing you for hours on end, making you orgasm with fingers and tongue all while you get drunk on his pheromones and the need for something more satisfying. It's a laborious process, but when it's done you're more than happy to take his cock for twice the hours he teased you for and beg for more.

PERTURABO - He hates going into rut. The loss of control over his body, thoughts, and having no outlet. He has better things to do with his time then continuously think about sex. Of course, that's changed with you around. His sweet little wife. And how could he deny you when you've made it clear how willing you are to give him an heir (or several)? To that end he surprises you with a..."special" project, and you realize you're going to be very busy for a while when he picks you up and straps you to a breeding stand. You spend the next few days cock-drunk, being stuffed and bred by your husband. By the end of it you're so full of his cum that you slosh each time he unties you, and you thank him for it every time. There's no way you're not pregnant.

JAGHATAI KHAN - He's one of the only Primarchs who enjoys being ridden during his ruts. Watching you work yourself into the same (or at least an approximation of the same) fever pitch he's in. Feeling your nails dig into his hips as you work yourself up and down his length, a little mare eager to mate with her stallion and give him a foal. You hardly even need his pheromones to urge you on. If anything, they just give you energy, since craving him is nothing new to you.

LEMAN RUSS - Leman has a knot. You've known this since even before your wedding night with him, of course. But there's something very different about taking it like this. Taking it while he has intent. Every time he forces it into you with a wet pop you wonder how long he'll be able to keep it there before the rut takes over and he has to start pounding you full of his pups again. The longest time so far it an hour. But you love having it in. Having it stuck inside you, stretching you out even more than he already has, keeping all his seed safely corked inside, his tip pressed right against the entrance to your womb. While you're stuck on him he holds you close and runs his fingers through your hair, whispering to you about what a good mother you'll be.

ROGAL DORN - Unlike Perturabo, Rogal prefers to keep you pinned with body weight alone. His usual stoicism all but gone, swept away with sheer desire. He keeps you wrapped up tight in his arms, as solely focused on you as he is on any other task he's set his mind to. That task is knocking you up.

KONRAD CURZE - His rut is gentle somehow. Unlike most of his brothers it mellows him out significantly, making him into a very tender lover. Still rampantly horny, as you can attest to while he fucks you against the wall, but he's just as eager to press kisses all over your body and murmur his love to you between pants and thrusts, rubbing your clit and sucking your breasts as he tries to match your orgasms to his. You're still covered into scratches and bite marks by the end, the way you both prefer it, and he has the sweet taste of your blood on his tongue as he cuddles you close.

SANGUINIUS - From a dove to a cassowary. That is what his rut does to him. He's figured out how to pin you down with his wings, all while you squirm like a mouse in a hawk's talons. But you have absolutely no intention of trying to wriggle away, instead spreading your thighs wide. And of course he bites you. His favorite place is a little cliche, right at the junction of neck and shoulder. Happily lapping up your blood as your pussy spasms around his needy, eager cock. When you end up with a little chick of your own after this, you joke with him that you're thankful you didn't end up laying eggs instead.

FERRUS MANUS - He almost refused to relieve his rut with you out of concern for your welfare. He's the second tallest of his brothers if you're counting Magnus, the tallest if you're not counting the cheating, size-changing bastard. As such, he's got the equipment to match. Yes, you've gotten lucky enough to have married the most well endowed Primarch. And you make sure to let him know just how much you appreciate it. So he relents, sticking to what's always worked for him and his much beloved little bride. A lot of lubricant and a lot of patience. Soon enough you're happily on your back while he holds you down in a mating press and stuffs your pussy full of the biggest, thickest cock in the Imperium. Your hips and wrists have bruises from his metal hands, and your thighs and ass have bruises from his huge, low hanging balls slapping against them while he breeds you. When he's done with you, you're full of so much cum your womb has swelled a bit with all of it.

ANGRON - On first glance you'd think he doesn't go into rut at all. In actuality, his rut is so strong and overwhelming he loops right back around to being completely normal. Stack overflow if you will. He still insists you chain him down, and you're starting to think he enjoys the challenge of it. After all, he pounds you senseless even when you're on top. Really, you're on top in name only. Still, as ever you did your best to hang on, pressing kisses to his chewed lips whenever you could. Making a real show of yourself for him, rubbing your clit and grinding down on him. It was yet another loop of the two of your spurring each other on. You feel his cum trickling down your thighs. Your eyes meet, and he gives you an uncharacteristically sly grin before his hips start bucking again.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN - Another reluctant rutter. He's just too busy for it. Too much work to do, running an empire. He's got 500 worlds to look after, he's got no time to indulge himself no matter what his body is telling him to do. At least, that's what he'd normally be like, but now he has you. And you're very persuasive. The only downside is that because he takes advantage of his rut so infrequently, when he does it's a little...intense. He has you in his lap, his hands on your hips, gripping them tightly as he uses you as a fleshlight. Literally, dragging you up and down his cock just like if you were the toy. You've lost track of time for how long he's been using you like this, your face pressed into his huge chest and your eyes rolled back in pleasure. His gorgeous blues are glazed and unfocused, and when your mind gets a moment to form a coherent thought, you're happy to see him so relaxed.

MORTARION - You are the only person he's willing to be around when he's in rut. Nobody else. It's you he belongs to. You're the only one worthy of seeing it. Just as you are his. His to love. To fertilize and impregnate. You make your adoration clear to him even as he holds you down to keep your from squirming too much. Pressing kisses all along his lips and neck and jawbone. You wrap your legs around his hips and give him the most whorish moans as he buries his length deep between your legs. He growls in your ear that you're his, that he's going to stain your womb with his seed to mark that you're his as his thrusts grow more erratic. You tell him there's nobody else you'd rather belong to. You tell him how good he makes you feel, how much you love him. As he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight to him as he finally cums, you whisper in his ear what a good father you know he's going to be.

MAGNUS - It's not enough for him to merely fuck you while he's in rut. It's not even enough for him to just knock you up. No, for him, he'll make your very soul orgasm if possible. And with the combination of a mind like his and psyker powers, he can get pretty creative with his methods. You can feel a pair of hands holding your hips and another holding up your face and neck. Coincidentally you also feel a pair of cocks working your pussy and mouth. Spit runs down your chin and your lubricant stains your thighs. Getting fucked at both ends simultaneously as not exactly what you were expecting, but you could hardly complain. Both of them moan, purring and cooing to you about how good you look taking them both. The most you can give in response is a nod of assent around his meat in your mouth. But he is a psyker. He knows how much you're loving this and craving more.

HORUS - Your beloved Warmaster, unlike some of his siblings, thoroughly enjoys his rut. A shameless excuse for him to show off to you just how well he can fuck you. He holds you up in a full nelson, his arms pinning your legs as he thrusts up into you. Nibbling at your neck and praising you for being so good and obedient for him while he breeds you. Your favorite part however, aside from being packed full of your husband's manhood, is the mirror. On one wall of his bedchamber is a full length mirror, which you were energetically fornicating in front of. You can watch him rail you and see his cum and your lubricant dripping out. And you love watching it. With how much he fills you and how wide his cock stretches you. The smug look in his eyes as you writhe in his arms and see how good of a job he does at making you fall apart. His arms shift, one now holding both legs while the other lifts your chin so you get a better view.

LORGAR - Even in this state he still wants to worship you. You swear he gets off more on getting you off sometimes than he does with anything else. With the rut making him far more dominant than he usually is, it's become far less of a theory. He's very attentive to you, after all. He knows exactly how to work you with those long, slim fingers and can play you like a lute on a bad day. On a good one? He makes you sing hymns. Like he's doing now, hitting all your tender spots, rubbing your clit or kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples. Making you cum over and over again until you're an overstimulated puddle sitting on his cock, praying for him to keep going and fill you up with his seed.

VULKAN - He becomes just like the dragon of his legion during his ruts. Protective, jealous of any other men who even look in your direction, although he tries very hard to reign it in. He's always gentle with you still, loving instead of overbearing. He'll slip you little handmade gifts, checking after your welfare. Generally much tenderness and love. At least, when you're not stuck between him and his anvil getting hammered like a piece of metal. You feel him tap your cervix on every stroke. Like the rest of his brothers, it's a need. To see you full of his seed, to make you fat with his sons. You're not leaving until he's sure you're pregnant. And he's eager to see it, your beloved drake. Pressing kisses to your forehead and lips, telling you how your children will be the best thing he's made on this anvil.

CORVUS CORAX - He's made a nest out of bedding for the two of you. When you're not busy with more illicit activities or caring for yourselves, he's cuddling you close, the two of your curled under a blanket of silky black feathers. But that's when you're not busy. Most of the time you most certainly are, clutched in Corvus's embrace as he ruts into you. More often than not you wake up to him having already buried his cock between your legs, spreading your thighs wide open and chirping in delight as he sees you wake up. You don't mind, of course. In fact you looking forward to waking up to his touch, and he's sure to ask you every day if you're ok with him doing it. He might be a bit of a broody man, but you're his beloved hen and the soon to be mother of children, and your comfort is important to him. And it's hard not to enjoy waking up already filled with a few loads of his cum settling in your womb.

ALPHARIUS - Two cocks. He has got two cocks. Hemipenes. Apparently Omegon has them too, but you haven't seen them. You are Alpharius's and only his, as he is all to happy to make very clear to you. The twins share a lot, you've noticed. Which makes sense, they're twins after all. They've even shared women on occasion, serfs they've both taken a liking to, but you are different. Alpharius loves you, and you are all his, his one and dearest. The rut makes him even more possessive, not that you mind. In fact you find it sweet. And not that you have much of a chance of running into Omegon while your husband is in rut anyway, since you hardly leave his bed except for necessities. He's busy pounding you, stuffing you full with one cock, then the other. Sometimes he'll jam you up with both. You're always stretched and gaping after that little move. But you always end up asking him to do it again.

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wxnheart · 9 months

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Which Primarch has the best hair to pull while riding their face being intimate?

It'd be easy to say Sanguinius, Magnus, and Fulgrim but one is actually tender-headed, and the other two... it's a hit or miss. Depending. 👀

Surprisingly? Roboute and Dorn because they're closet freak heauxs and love it when you tug at their cropped tresses. Because the pain is a wonderful opportunity to vent their frustrations and their tongues are working, honey.

Horus when he had hair. Now he'd just tease the shit out of you and lift you up mid-lick because he's an ass like that.

Leman most definitely. He chuckles against your skin. Lion, I think, wouldn't even be fazed so he's feasting away like the fuckin' beast he is. By the Emperor...

Avoid at all costs: Angron, Konrad, Perturabo, and Corvus. Especially Angron. And Perturabo.

You won't even come close to the Khan's.

If Lorgar and Vulkan had hair, whew.

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2lim3rz · 3 years

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I know I keep bothering you but I have no one else to turn to when it comes to WH, and now I’m creating head canons because of you. Like, imagine getting close to the primarchs and the emperor to the point that you can like walk up to them during a free moment. Gently usher them down to your height before cupping their cheeks and giving them one of the softest look, one of pure adoration and love. Like they planted the stars in the sky type look before pulling away, fixing their armor or hair back into place and walking away to continue your job. Just…I know there is a lot of angst, but come on, just something soft.

NAAAAH DUDE! SPAM ME WITH THAT SHIT! GO FOR IT! I LIVE FOR IT!! ANYHOW!

Yes. I love this. Just.. so cute..

So.. here you go:

GENTLE MOMENTS WITH VARIOUS PRIMARCHS [AND THE EMPEROR OF MANKIND]

Order of characters based on whoever I think of first

LORGAR AURELIAN

Any time you did that, his mind would be blank. Which is a surprising thing to do to a primarch considering how primarch minds work.

Tbh, probably even thinks you're gonna give him a lil kiss, but the moment you open your eyes from blinking, he's kinda glad he didn't

Just, that look in your eyes. Such a gentle look that he had never seen before, a look that almost seemed to tell him that he's alright and will be okay. The last time he can remember an even vaguely similar look is.. from before Kor Phaeron found him.

All the same, just picture the smallest, tired little smile on Lorgar as he half closes his own eyes [he'd close them completely, but he enjoys that adoring look you have too much]

Of course, when all you do is gently hold his face, one of your thumbs running over his cheek bone, he'd sigh softly and watch as you let go to let him continue with whatever he had to do

LEMAN RUSS

I wouldn't say Leman Russ tolerated you, but he certainly pretended that he did, he may be a friendly [comparatively] primarch, but he liked to hang out with his brothers and Space Wolves more in his downtime [what little there was] [alsomostly because he could rough house without having to worry]

So, when you usher him down, he makes a show of it. Rolling his eyes and making a sort of grumbling growl as he kneels and leans down enough to look you in the eyes properly

I also wouldn't say that you don't surprise him, but you do. You catch him offguard every time because he lowkey doesn't expect that of all things. He's used to roughing around, even the women on Fenris are rough around the edges. It's all in his culture

When he sees you look at him like that, like he isn't some giant pinnacle of man. Like he isn't some born leader literally raised by wolves, he feels cherished. A different sort of cherished than when he's out-drinking his Wolves and brothers. A gentle feeling of being wanted

Of course, when all you do is gently hold his face and fix one of the braids in his hair, he can't help but chuckle and ruffle your own hair before continuing with his business

HORUS LUPERCAL

Gentle moments with Horus? Few and far between. Literally all work, little play, so it's hard to catch him when he's not overly busy. Well "overly busy", which really means you manage to corral him in a moment alone.

It's a mix of you standing on something and gesturing down and, like Leman, he's warmly laughing at your shenanigans and kneeling down. Asking what you're doing.

Horus gives you a very wide grin as all you do is gently hold his face and look at him. You close your eyes and then look up at him with a face that tells him all he needed to know, though he wish he was a mind speaker so he could tell you all those silent feelings too.

He'd close his eyes and sigh, leaning into your touch and chuckling as you gently adjust the wolf fur cloak on his armor and let him go. Opening his eyes, Horus would smile and give you a gentle touch of his own onto your face before resuming whatever he was doing with a parting goodbye

THE EMPEROR OF MANKIND

Finding a moment alone with the Emperor takes a special kind of determination. Even then, he's still technically not alone because of his Custodes. Oh well, you take what you can get Or in this case, give

So, in the soonest moment you manage to wrangle yourself a moment with the Emperor. He's grumpy [when is he NOT when not celebrating victories?] and asks you why does he need to kneel and so on, so forth. When you convince him to get down, he's looking at you with surprise as you just.. hold his face [Of course, it's slightly difficult with how the Custodes are blatantly standing at ready, but shhh]

Either way, you have the Emperor's attention as you look at him adoringly. There's something different about it.. something.. honest. He's used to the adoring looks of billions and trillions, but not this sort of honest love. It makes him feel odd as he leans into your hands.

You surprise him a bit [and also disappoint him] when one of your hands move to push a strand of hair behind his ear and let go. That's it? All that effort for just a little tender touch?

It makes him feel a little more human, honestly.

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