#warhammer 40k fanfiction

[two-reflections]

Fleet Captain Roscius Sedulius and ex-Warsmith Kirakos Neman finally reconnect, but can either of them change their ways?

[Rated E, M/M and Multi, Chapter 8/8. (And an alternate ending!)]

This was written for Marine Meat Monday, a weekly challenge by @tagedeszorns! Thanks to @squishyowl for the dividers! And the biggest thanks of all to the folks who read, kudosed, and especially commented. You folks made this so much fun to write ❤️

#Iron Warriors #red corsairs #warhammer 40k fanfiction #Wh40k fic #marine meat monday

[fourgods-nobrakes]

breaking in the empty Lorgar Aurelian/Erebus tag on AO3 with some pre-canon just-after-the-first-Colchisians-became-Word-Bearers filth. this is so self-indulgent. Erebus is the worst, but in a way where his voice is DELIGHTFUL. anyway they both have a good time, Erebus is just himself on the downlow.

#my fic #warhammer 40k fanfiction #i just enjoy dirtbags unreasonably

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

Finally it is done! Today's chapter includes:

Local Senior Citicen unprepared to free time in temporary retirement.

First rule about the book club don't talk about the book club

"Oh btw she died" - "What?" - "Yeah but she got better"

#Warhammer 40k #wh40k #warhammer 40k fanfiction #tepidus tempestus

[alternativeminiatures]

Source @relithel

#Leman Russ #the lion #Lion El'Jonson #warhammer #games workshop #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #I like fanfiction because authors usually focus on mundane stuff

[sculptorofcrimson]

The golden do not know how to love.

You cannot make them love you.

You cannot look into heartless eyes, and expect to see joy, much less even humanity itself, staring back.

How could the golden learn to love, when the very concept of adoration itself has been stolen, robbed, beaten and mangled until it was obsession? How can the golden learn to love, when the only man they’ve ever adored is dead and rotting before their very guard?

Ten thousand years ago, they loved a man, once a great, terrible man. He became a tyrant on a rotting throne, and look at what became of them. Look at the guard dogs still standing their watch when the castle has fallen, forgotten servants, still marching for a dead king.

The golden do not love.

They obsess.

#custodes #adeptus custodes #warhammer40k #wh 40k #wh40k #warhammer 40k #constantin valdor #emperor of mankind #wh40k writing prompts #drabble #fanfiction #warhammer fanfiction

[ladymirdan]

I find it fascinating that more than a third of all 40k fanfiction on AO3 is written in the last 12 months.

Especially since the fandom is so old. I mean the oldest fic on there is over 20 years old.

#warhammer 40k #40k #warhammer #fanfiction #ao3 #and still i have nothing to read

[redbatchedcumbermayned]

Chris Tester read the lettter from chapter 11 of my fan fic - Much Ado About The Lord Captain as Heinrix van Calox.

And I am melting. That man is a treasure.

#heinrix van calox #heinrix x rogue trader #rogue trader #warhammer 40k #chris tester #fanfiction

[bleedingichorhearts]

I require being smooshed by big astartes men after a long day of training. That boy smell gotta be immaculate. (I am frothing)

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: They have names, but no name for you. Funny how I just imagined them with just their helmets on and nothing else, just pure golden/bronze muscles.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan.

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Filth, Language.

“Just look at those muscles.” My stepsister moaned, looking over the balcony. Practically melting on the glass railing of my fathers' mansion.

I hummed, not really interested in what she was ogling at. My book was far more entertaining, I was getting to the part where the villain gets the girl! It was undeniable these two characters had some tension going on.

“I wish they would pin me down like that, unlike my boyfriend.” She groaned, rolling her head back and leaning up from the railing.

You mean your elder sister's boyfriend? The one that was going to get married to her? I glanced up from my book and gave her a questioning look, flipping my page.

“It would be far more… enjoyable.” She sighed, turning to look at me. “Don’t you think so?”

“Do I think what?” I questioned, halfly knowing what she was referring to, flipping another page.

“Oh, don’t play with me!” She scoffed, gesturing me over to the balcony. “Come over here and think of it yourself.”

Sighing, I placed my bookmark in the book and got up from the leather recliner and moved the book to the end table before going towards the open balcony. Hesitating to go out fully as the sun blinded me for a moment. My eyes blinking to get used to it.

Slowly going to my stepsisters' side, I left at least 2-3 feet away from her side. Not trusting what she could possibly do at the moment.

“Just look at those hunky men.” She groaned again, her cheek resting on the palm of her hand while she looked down at the group.

Following her gaze, I expected some construction workers to be improving the grounds or some athletic trainers that our mother had hired, but it wasn’t. It was the Custodes.

Training together right in the open for all to see. With barely any armor on.

We ogled watched them for a moment. My stepsister occasionally dreamingly sighing out as they would pin each other down. Sometimes switching between a 1v3, 1v1, 1v5, 2v5.

Though, I couldn’t help, but admire how each one seemed to flow beautifully with their attacks and defense. How swift they were with one another, becoming a blur of motion. How much they were holding back and how much they weren’t and how much muscle that moves and tenses. Flexing when there was more power put into their hits. Shifting and twisting when they avoided an incoming hit. How their body glistened in the sun, creating an enrapturing golden glow to their scarred skin that looked oily to the touch. Making them look like some Greek god.

Oh lord, that does something to me.

“So? What do you think?” She asked me, turning back to face me. Folding her arms like I should know the answer to what she was asking. Not that she would care about my opinion anyways…

“On what?” I asked, folding my arms behind my back. Pretending that I wasn’t bothered by the sudden growing heat in my core.

“To get d*cked down by one of them?” She said so boldly with an impatient attitude in it that I shouldn’t be surprised by it, but I was.

I shrugged in response, not wanting to please her ego and looked back down at the training Custodes. Making eye contact with the Dread Host and shifted in my spot.

“Of course you don’t know, you’re a virgin.” She scoffed, waving her hand at me to disregard me. “Why did I ask you in the first place?”

Well, there goes that.

I rolled my eyes at her then took my leave. Not wanting to stand there and wait for her to blow up as she made eyes at the Custodes. Thinking she could lay one down for herself pleasure. Didn't she know they were held at a higher regard than the rest of the Space Marines?

Shaking my head, I picked up my book from the end table and made my way through the mansion to get to my room. That heat pooling back into my core the second my thoughts ran to the Custodes. How those golden and bronze muscles moved—

No! We- I must stay focused. There was no time for such wicked thoughts! Especially to a Custodes no less!

Oh, but just imagine their stamina. How long they could last for. How they could have the full potential to snap your neck while keeping you in place, breeding you because he’s just that strong? Or how you could eat a meal right off their golden stomach? The golden plate? To kitten lick them clean of any mess, teasing their skin?

I slapped myself with my book on the forehead. No! I must rid of these unholy thoughts! Banish them to the void! I must not think of a being like them so lowly!

…They sure do think of you though.

“I-Imperatus!” I yelped, not expecting him to round a corner in front of me. My eyes roaming over his skin. The smell of his training dragging a spell, a curse over me.

“Little one.” He softly purrs as the hairs on the back of my neck rise when he takes careful, calculated steps towards me.

“Shouldn’t you be training?” I coughed, looking away from his sculpture of a body, oiled up on natural sweat. A blushing coating my cheeks.

The Imperatus tilts his head, my back bumping into something warm, someone warm as I look up above me to see the Dread Host. Since when was he behind me?

“Yet, you need help, don’t you?” The Imperatus questions, stepping closer.

“Help? With what? I don’t recall calling for help?” I questioned back, jumping in the Dread Host hold when he picked me up, my book dropping to the floor as my hand slid across his shimmering shoulder. The scent of him nearly having me in a daze.

“Oh, but we can smell you little one.” Imperatus hums, following right behind the Dead Host. The rest of them appearing behind them.

“W-wait a minute! I didn’t—!” I squeaked as the Dread host squeezed my thighs, a rumble vibrating through his body as the others chucked with him.

“Do not worry little one, let us take care of you.” Imperatus croons rounding around the Dread Host when he stopped in the middle my own room. The door locking behind us.

“I-it was unintentional!” I peeped out, adjusting my hold on the Dread Hosts smooth, scarred arms while he shifted where I was half being held by him and the Imperatus.

“It was intentional from us.” The Imperatus rumbled, looking down at me while squishing my thighs in his hands as I squeaked out again and jumped then pushed back into the Dread Hosts hold a whine escaping my throat as they all purred. Their hands coming out to touch what they could.

“So submissive to us.” Imperatus cooed, pushing his finger further and further down my needy walls. The Dread Host making work of sliding his hand underneath my shirt and bra, ripping them off from there as he cupped my breast in his hand and fondled it. His teeth nipping at my earlobe.

“So ravishing.” He cooed again, his head leaning forward on the other side of my neck. His lips pressing against my throat, nipping and sucking marks there as he added another finger. Pumping them and curling them in all the best places.

“So precious.” He purred into my ear, sending a tingle down my spine as he pushed another finger through my folds while I cried out, clutching onto the Dread Host. Their scents becoming stronger together as I shook around his fingers.

“Y-You are evil.” I murmured, leaning my head back onto the Dread Host shoulder, taking a kiss from him.

“Oh? Am I?” The Imperatus asked, shifting a little closer. Sudden thick heat slapping on top of my core.

“Yes—!” I choked on my own breath, blurry eyes going wide at the stretch. The Dread Host moving his hand from my breast to my neck, pinning my head back to his shoulder. Purrs and rumbles echoing around the room as more hands came across and fondled my breasts. Pinching them and squeezing them till they were hard and perky before suckling on themselves.

Moaning out, my legs twitched as my walls fluttered around him. My core burning with overwhelming need. The need to be filled by them. To be marked everywhere by them to show that I was theirs. Yet the pain of girth this Imperatus had was a stretch.

His first thrust knocked the wind out of me. Sedating the need for a split second before it was replaced by a mild ache as he growled out, talking in gothic to his brethren of how tight I was.

Adjusting his position, he thrusted again and again. Going slowly at first before picking up his pace. His hard c*ck dragging against my fluttering walls, in and out. Skin slapping against skin while hands roamed, chests rumbled, and mewls fell out of my mouth. Right into the Dread Host ear as the Shadow Keeper put his lips on mine, swallowing my moans for himself.

Impatient, the Dread host started to rock his hips with the Imperatus, eager to get some action besides just listening to their little one’s cry’s a pleasure. His solid c*ck pressing up my backside, coating it with his pre-c*m.

“Y-You can’t fit.” I cried once the Shadow Keeper pulled back, clawing back at the Dread Host behind me. The Imperatus was enough to feel me up to the brim. I don’t think I could take another one.

“I’ll make it fit.” The Dread host growled, taking that as a challenge and pushed his way through my *ss as I stiffened and threw my head back at the stretch, a whine escaping my lips. His hands squeezing my throat, keeping it pinned there against his shoulder as both the Custodes groaned at the tight fit. The Shadow Keeper and Aquilan Shield trilling at the show.

When they both rocked together. My brain was a lost cause then. Too much being oh so deliciously served. Their c*cks hitting all my nerves just right with each rhythmic, calculated thrust. Their musky scent wrapping around me like a noose. My body practically turning into jello in their strong hold.

The unholy squelch of my multiple climaxes ran down their c*cks. Never stopping their pace with each winding thrust. I had almost believed I wasn’t breathing if I wasn’t mewling out every single one of their names.

Silently crying out, the knot in my core snapped as the Imperatus pushed a little further than he did and held his position. Growling out as his c*ck pulsed thick ropes into his little ones’ sensitive walls.

Rolling his hips, the Imperatus groaned while his c*m leaked down the inside of her thighs before he slowly pulled out and switched with the Solar Watch. His c*ck sliding right into their little one with ease as he rolled his hips in a circular motion and complementing on how tight she was as well. Groaning as she quietly whined out, mouth becoming busy with the Shadow Keepers.

Once the Solar Watch started his thrusts the Dread Host moved with his brethren once more. Groaning when they heard the obstructed cry’s of their little one. Their hot breaths coating each other’s sweaty bodies as they never failed to slow their set pace.

Throne, this was a far better than training exercise.

𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖚𝖘:

Waking back up was a battle. Legs f*cked numb, hips sore, brain f*cked numb. How was one to get out of bed like that?

Trying to move upwards, I got pulled back down into the Aquilan Shield chest as he slowly rolled his hips, slowly tightening that knot in my core once again. Waking up the Shadow Keeper in front of me as he hummed, rocking his with his brethren. A grin playing on the Aquilan Shield lips while he nipped the back of my neck. A gasp leaving me.

F*ck, I’m never getting out of this bed am I?

𝕰𝖝𝖙𝖗𝖆: (What didn’t make it. A treat if you will.)

“Oh, but we can smell you little one.” The Emissaries Imperatus purred into my ear. Shoving a finger down in my core while I pushed back into the Dread Host. Biting my lip and whimpering out at the two of them.

“N-Not creepy- ah!”

“Shhhh, little one. Let us take care of you.” The Imperatus purred, nuzzling just below my ear. Going a little deeper and curling it against my walls. “We caused your… stress after all.”

“U-Us?” I mewled out, squirming in the Dead Host hold. A long, slimy, and black tongue coming from the side of my vision. My eyes following it over to the Shadow Keeper where he stood to the side off of the Dread Host.

“Us.” The Shadow keeper confirmed, his tongue tracing the side of my cheek. Getting closer and closer to my lips. The Aquilan Shield appearing from right behind him.

:)

#space marine husbandry sentience #warhammer 40k #fanfiction #adeptus custodes #adeptus custodes x reader #x reader #reader insert #oc x reader #polygamy #polyandry #thesaurus #tw: smut #my dude had a sinful mutation

[thevoidscreams]

Omg your writing is exactly what I want and need <3 Maybe some breeding? Guilliman or the Lion (it seems it would fit them the best). Wanting to claim and curious about if their seed could knock up a regular human. Keep up the good work ^^

Day 17

I love blueberry man

Pairing: Roboute Guilliman x reader

Warnings: a bit of fulgrim existing, breeding, you get yoinked, your dad sells you to the imperium wattpad style, arranged marriage

The mirror reflected my image back to me as the serf did up my corset.

“You're a very lucky woman. Marrying the Lord Guilliman.” she cooed.

I hadn't felt all that lucky. I'd barely known him a month before I stood at the altar with him.

I could see my father's face in my mind's eye telling me that my husband had been chosen. As his daughter and the princess of our world it was my duty to keep our world from ruin.

--

“If you don't do this, they will force our world into submission.”

“But he'll take me away. I'll never see you again.” I'd been crying as he sat me down and hugged me.

“He will be a good husband and this marriage will give us some favorable terms under the rule of the emperor of Terra. He promised us this and he is a good sort of man.”

“I haven't even met him yet.”

“You will tonight. He's our guest of honor at the banquet.”

I fought back tears. This was my duty, my people needed me.

--

“Oh don't cry my lady. You'll streak the blush.”

The serf gave me a reassuring pat.

“I'm just so worried that I'll never see my family again.” I admitted in a wobbly voice.

“Oh dear, you'll have plenty of family once you marry Lord Guilliman. He has thousands of sons. And I'm sure there will be a few more along the way now that you're here.”

She said conspiratorially.

“I'm sure you're right.” I admitted.

He was quite fetching I had to admit. Lord Guilliman was a very handsome man and any woman would feel lucky to marry someone like him.

Besides, this marriage would be good for your world. The protection it would afford you from those awful xeno raids was just another thing you couldn't afford to give up.

“What's he like?” I asked absently, my mind wandering. I'd only met him twice now and both times had been with chaperones from both sides.

“Lord Guilliman is very noble, my lady, and he's honorable. Smart as they come too. He's quite gentle with us all as well. Doesn't put us littler baseline people down either.”

She nodded and began fixing my hair.

“Do you suppose he'll be a good husband? A fair one?”

“Oh he'll be the best no doubt. When he's not busy mind you.” I nodded.

“Of course. He has much to do.”

“Aye, he does. Now give us a turn. Let us see you.”

I gave a slow turn and all the assembled hand maids and serfs ooo'd and gushed.

“Well isn't she just the loveliest thing you ever saw?” One of them cooed. They were all so kind and it helped ease my nerves to know that I would have them to help me.

The ceremony had been grand, by all standards, even for someone from my station.

The Ultramarines, my new ‘family’ were giant men in giant suits of armor, my new husband introduced me to so many my head spun.

But my husband and his sons were not the only giants to attend. My new brother- in-law had come to see this, apparently, an odd occurrence.

They varied in personality vastly. But they came bearing gifts and well wishes. Their sons, who I was beginning to understand, were called legions, joined us as well.

Sanguinius and Vulkan had been the sweetest.

I adored them. They did a good job reassuring me as well that I was in good hands. That their brother would be a dutiful husband and that he would not mistreat me.

They did more to put aside any fears I had than everyone before. I couldn't help but trust them.

I looked to my husband who was speaking to another man in purple.

He was lovely, with violet eyes and long silky white hair. He seemed to be teasing his brother and I smiled thinking of my own family.

Hopefully, I'd be able to have a few children soon, it would soothe the ache I knew I would feel.

“So brother, your wife is a darling little thing isn't she?” Fulgrim chirped, I knew it was the set up to something more and I downed my wine.

“If you have something to say Fulgrim then just say it.”

He pouted and lounged in his chair more dramatically.

“I'm surprised you didn't marry her off to one of your captains, or one of your other sons. But I can't say that I blame you.”

“Her father would not accept anyone from a lower station, he was..adamant.”

Fulgrim laughed, it was a silvery sound. “Oh brother, you are so lucky you got to this world instead of me. I would have grabbed her up in a heartbeat. Perhaps I should marry again. To have a sweet little thing to warm my bed.”

“I didn't marry her just to deflower her.” I felt the scowl darken my face.

“Naturally not. But you will, will you not? As her husband you will have to perform and be dutiful. A wedding is only half concluded until it is consummated.”

My cheeks grew hot. “I am not going to discuss my bedroom activities with you Fulgrim. I will do as is expected of me as her husband. But I will mto be a lecherous pervert and run around giving away everything. If you're going to be disgusting, do it elsewhere.”

Fulgrim shook his head at me and sighed.

“Well how about this? Do you think you'll be able to? Will you be able to even make her a mother?”

I was about to reply with some very heated words but stopped. The question shocked me.

“I will do as my duty demands.” I told him simply.

I looked at my wife, she was much smaller than me. Half my height and so…delicate. Sex would be a minefield to navigate. I may not have known her well. But she had been kind, and I felt certain of her good character.

“Pardon me.” I pulled myself away from the conversation and went to my wife.

“They're about to make the speeches. We should return to the table.”

I turned to look up at my husband and nodded.

He offered me his massive hand and I went with him at his side.

“Have you enjoyed your evening my Lord?” I asked softly, he looked at me quizzically.

“I am your husband, there is no need for formalities. Call me Roboute.”

“Ah. Right.” I blushed. “Have you enjoyed the evening so far, Roboute?”

He smiled. It was a gentle gesture and my heart fluttered like a bird trapped in a cage.

“I have.”

People went up to a podium, one by one, giving their admiration and care in the form of stories and well wishes. I learned much from the stories told about his time on the battlefield.

His older brother, Horus, gave a very moving speech before he addressed me personally and wished me luck dealing with his stubborn blood.

People laughed and it was all in good fun. Even Roboute laughed and stood to embrace his brother.

My own family spoke, proud as anything and I felt teary eyed again as my mother wished me luck in my journey as a woman. Telling me how much she loved me.

A few tears did fall and my husband touched my back softly.

After the festivities, people either left or broke into smaller groups to talk.

“Where will we be staying tonight?” I asked Roboute.

He looked down at me and answered in a polite and quiet voice.

“My flagship. The Macragge's Honour. Your belongings will be moved there so we may leave in the next few days.”

I nodded.

My hearts hammered as I realized I would have to sleep with her in my bed, and we would have to at least try for a child.

Oddly enough, it wasn't embarrassment or discomfort that I was feeling. It was a rush like the thrill of the battle before it began.

I was anticipating this new turn in my life.

I swept her up. Careful of her dress and carried her in my arms. “Roboute?” She squeaked.

“Is it not a tradition to carry your wife over the threshold of her new home?”

“It is, but your ship is still in orbit. It'll take some time to get there.”

“Then I will carry you all the while.”

I could feel her heart racing, the same as mine. Was it excitement that made it beat so fast and so loud, or fear?”

I could only hope it was the former. I did not want my own wife to be fearful of me.

That anxiety was laid to rest as she placed her head on my chest relaxing into me. Some of my brothers whooped and cheered as I carried my bride away.

“Have fun brother.” I heard Fulgrim laugh. Oh I would..I hoped.

Roboute carried me the whole way just as he said.

His ship was the biggest thing I’d ever seen.

And his room was bigger than the main banquet hall of my father's castle.

He set me down and touched my cheek softly.

“I want you to be comfortable. Please if this is not something you want, I need to know. But otherwise I am intent to do my duty as your husband. And consummate our marriage.”

I shivered, he was being so kind. I'd heard so many horrible stories of new husbands just forcing that contact on their wives, but here he was offering me a choice.

“I would like..” I thought for a moment, trying not to imagine anything too lewd.

“I would like to try.” I breathed and he nodded.

“Shall I have a serf help you prepare? I am not so experienced in undoing clothes and hair.”

I shook my head. “Let me undress, then perhaps we could bathe and.. get used to one another.”

“A sound idea.” He agreed and began to undress.

His body was amazing. Perfect even. I couldn't help but stare as he revealed his body to me. Laying his clothes over a chair neatly.

“Are you going to undress with me?”

I stared at him dumbfounded and nodded.

He chuckled. “Is the view really all that good.”

My mouth moved before my brain and I blurted, “Oh yeah.”

Roboute blushed, and not lightly either. His cheeks were like the blood angels battle plate.

“I- um, thank you.”

I nodded.

I fumbled a bit gracelessly for the strings keeping my corset together.

I managed but I felt foolish.

I dropped the dress and stepped out of it, moving on the pins holding my hair. Quite aware of his gaze on me.

She was lovely, I hadn't imagined such a thing of beauty would be under all of those clothes. She rivaled even the most masterfully sculpted statues of my home.

I wanted to reach out and touch her skin, it looked so soft.

I resisted, not wanting to be too forward.

“You are very lovely.” I breathed and snapped my mouth shut, having not meant to speak the words aloud.

Her eyes sparkled, just as magnificent as the rest of her.

“I will take you to the bath.” I told her, lifting her until my arms. She gasped and I nearly put her down again.

But get arms snaked around my neck. I find that anticipation returning along with the question Fulgrim posed to me.

Could I give her children? I would have to try.

The bathroom was spacious and the tub would have more than enough room for us both, it could fit several of my brothers and I for a communal bath. But for tonight it was just us.

I ran the water, setting my little wife down on a bench.

“Shall I bring some oils? They feel wonderful after a bath.”

“I've never used them before.”

“I will help you.” I assured her.

Once the water was to an acceptable depth I stepped in, offering her a hand into the hot water.

The water was deeper than I had anticipated, it was like a hot pool.

Roboute took me into his lap and I felt like I was going to faint. He was my husband, but I'd never been alone with a man, other than my father, much less naked with one.

And here I was, sitting in his lap, naked as a bird and feeling all sorts of ways about it.

His hands ran over my skin, massaging soaps into my back and arms.

He was bathing me, like I was a kid.

“I-I can wash myself.” I stammered, he chuckled and it sent rippling little waves through the water.

“I know, but I want you to relax.”

“Oh.”

My hand reached for the bottle and I poured some into my hand, rubbing down his chest, my fingers brushing through the very fine blond hairs there.

He hummed and his hands scrubbed lower.

We spent our time like that, rubbing and bathing one another, I moved closer to reach his shoulders and found myself against something hard under the water.

“Hmm?”

He coughed and apologized.

“Why are you apologizing?” I giggled still confused.

I reached down to try and move the thing out of the way with my hand, grabbing it. Roboute groaned and it dawned on me just what I'd just done.

“oh….” I mumbled and slumped against him. “sorry…” his hand rested on my back.

“Don't be. It's yours to do with as you please.” He mused.

It was, wasn’t it? I ran my hand up and down the length of it. Exploring the velvety softness.

“It’s big.”

“What did you expect?” He breathed, seeming to enjoy the touch.

“Well, I'm not really sure. This is all new to me.”

Roboute sank into the water washing the soap from our bodies before standing.

“Let’s get dry, I’ll rub you down with that oil.”

His towels, like everything else, were massive. I got lost in the plush fabric and my poor husband had to help orient me towards the bed.

I sat on the edge and pulled the towel down to look up at him. He was actively drying his body and I followed his example.

While I was drying Roboute vanished back into the bathroom. He returned with a clay vase of body oil.

“Lay back.”

My body moved, I found myself unable to disobey the command.

He knelt on the bed next to me, his body causing the bed to dip. I had to put out an arm to keep from rolling.

Roboute kneeled between my legs, pouring oil into his open palm.

“Just relax and let me work.”

I nodded.

His hands ran over me bare chest and down my stomach, the oil felt warm applied by his hands.

The big pads of his finger tips massaged my thighs and I moaned as he worked the tension out of my muscles.

He was skilled with his hands.

I was so lost in the feeling I didn’t notice him bending low until his lips were on my throat, kissing and nibbling. My fingers combed through his hair, holding him closer.

“Roboute~” I gasped.

“Yes, my wife?” He purred back. His fingers sliding between my thighs, pressing to my womanhood.

His lips touched mine, one oil slicked finger pushing in. The oil acts as a sufficient lubricant to ease his way in, making me squeak.

“Shall we begin the consummation of our marriage my husband?” I asked, my voice tremulous.

“That was the idea, yes.”

I looked down at her, her body soft under my own. I had certainly made up my mind on the matter. I would bed her as frequently as I was able. We had to make our way back to Terra now, so that I could present her to my father. That would provide ample time to see if our biology was compatible. I was surprised to find that I was beyond hopeful that it was. She was a good woman and I was sure she would care for a family well. I’d also taken her from her home and her family. If I could not provide her with children.. The thought killed me inside. I slipped my finger in as far as I could, watching her writhe under me. Her breaths quickening as I pet her inner walls. The oils mixed with her natural slick. I was fascinated by the way her body pulled my finger back in after I pulled it back. Taking the oil I poured more over her. Tending to her gently. I felt pride with each sound I drew from her soft lips.

“The oil..” She sat up and I felt a rush of worry, was it hurting her? Was I hurting her?

“Yes? What about it?”

“May I see it?” She held out her palm to me and I understood, lifting the jug to pour some into her hand.

“What are you-?” I choked on my own breath as she grabbed hold of my cock, stroking me and kissing my lips.

“Is this good?”

“Very.” It felt good, being touched in that way. The strokes were a bit uncertain at first but steadily grew with confidence as my own voice joined hers.

“I need to prepare you to take me. May I push one more in?”

She nodded and kissed me softly. “Yes, please.”

My ring finger joined the middle and I felt her body stretching to accommodate the width of both. I watched as her face scrunched with pain.

“Breath, deep breaths, it'll help ease the pain.”

She obeyed readily, and my manhood twitched. Would she always obey so well? If so, we were probably going to be doing this even more than previously assumed.

“Good girl. Taking me so well. ” I praised, my fingers pulling out and pushing back in. I added a bit more oil and kept the pace slow and steady, letting her body acclimate to the affection.

I had her there for all of two minutes before her body tensed and her walls clamped around me, my fingers suddenly became a lot wetter and stickier.

“Good girl,” I crooned again, “cum for me, just like that.”

Her hand was still lazily holding my cock and I watched as a thick pearl of precum dripped onto her lower lips. I pushed it in with a thumb.

“I need you, my darling wife.”

Her eyes focused on mine and she reached up for me. Grabbing at me and smiling dreamily. “Then have me.”

I did, lining up my cock and pulling her onto it inch by inch.

If I had thought his fingers stretched me then I hadn't felt anything yet. His cock was thick and filled me completely.

I felt my head fall back and I cried out, but the preparations from before made it not only bearable, but after a point, completely mind blowing.

His cock pressed all the places he'd been petting before.

Making my already tingling nerves shout at the new source of stimulation.

Sunk to the hilt he stopped and I whined reaching up to take his cheeks into my hands.

“I will give you time to adjust, don't worry.” He promised.

I felt myself grumble, grumpily.

“I don't need time to adjust.”

He looked down at me, confusion morphing into understanding, then amusement.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” I whined again.

“Is my princess in need. Does she want me to make the burning ache go away?”

I did. I very much did.

“Yes, I need my primarch to make me feel good.”

His mouth descended on mine and he kissed me hard, his cock pulling out of me before thrusting back in.

“Like that?” He teased.

“Exactly like that.” I panted under him.

He wrapped his arms around the oil from my skin brushing off onto his.

He kissed me, his hips working a steady rhythm.

His body was hot, like the bath water and it kept me warm in the big room. His cock was also hot inside me. I wanted more of this, more love, more touches, more everything.

He seemed to be feeling the same, his eyes were closed tight and I kissed the tip of his nose. He faltered in his pace and I laughed, as he smiled and returned the gesture.

Neither of us lasted very long that first round. I came hard on his cock and he gave me the first of many loads.

The room was quiet, except for our breathing.

I laid in Robute's arms, kissing him over and over.

“I think they were right.” I spoke, breaking the silence.

“Who was right about what?” He asked, puzzled.

“Your brothers. I think you will be a wonderful husband.”

He hugged me tighter and pressed her forehead to mine.

“I will try.”

A month passed on our journey back to Terra. I had awoken the past two days feeling ill. Roboute took me to the Apothecaries on the third day. Fearful I had contracted some ailment while aboard the ship.

We'd been active almost everyday for that month. Except the past three and I was feeling needy again.

The apothecary came rushing in from the lab looking at his father and I with a look of awe in his expression.

“What is it?” Roboute demanded. His son stared at the database and he grinned.

“Congratulations, father.” He motioned to me and I thought I began to comprehend.

“Our mother is with child.” He announced.

Before I could speak Roboute had me up in his arms. Kissing my cheeks and face, laughing and cheering.

“Please, my son. May I have the results. Send them to me.”

Later that night Roboute called his brother.

“Brother! How is married life?” Fulgrim asked delightedly and sipped his wine.

Roboute sent the results to his brother. And watched as the fuzzy green image spat out the mouthful of wine and coughed.

“I guess we have our answer now. Don't we? Good night brother.”

Roboute terminated the connection and went back, intent on celebrating with his wife.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #primarch x reader #40k #my writing #primarchs #warhammer 40k x reader #fanfiction #primarch #roboute guilliman x reader #roboute guilliman #mating press march

[aylinvail]

Tanna Talk: This Week in the Rogue Trader AO3 fandom (March 17 - 23 2024)

Hey hey hi, I want to be annoying on main so I thought it would be fun to start doing these weekly summaries of "What's new in the AO3 Rogue Trader fandom?" because my little rabbit brain can't keep up with the sheer amount of content and I loved @holylustration's dopamine week and think, you know what would be cool? Weekly newsletter style dop week minidose. This goes out to you @pycnolite my darling fellow organizer brained fan. Anyway, this is user aylinvail reporting to you live over vox caster from the Starseeker Bridge.

Events

Flowers of Spring (March 21, 2024) has officially concluded. Flowers of Spring is a floral-themed Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader Edition. You can find all the entries on the Flowers of Spring (March 21 2024) tag. This was preceded by Rosette Coordinated Strike Day which was dedicated in honor of Inquisitor @leadflowers's birthday.

Cool new fics

Maybe the fic did something new. Maybe it innovated. Maybe it's an entirely new concept we haven't seen yet. A non-comprehensive list. Here's what I chomped on this week.

Salt in the Wound - user Weretoad_Writer explores the aftermath of the decision to exterminatus Rykad Minoris. Excerpt: "When you’re a hammer, every problem looks like a nail, right? So either take a swing or get the fuck away from me!”

Omnissiah Forgive Me - user @jaal-ama-daravv has launched the long awaited Pasqal/RT longfic. Excerpt: "Okay, Tech-Priest, you don’t get to die that easily.”

Killing Instinct - user @nerendus cooked a very sexy Tervantias the Archmachinator x RT dead dove fic. Excerpt: “Then don't allow it,” the Rogue Trader suggests. “Force me into submission as I do the same to you. Break me as I break you.”

Who updated?

Just because my silly rabbit brain is at capacity for longfics doesn't mean it's impossible to round everyone else's plot rabbits up.

Theatre of Hearts - RT/Nocturne of Oblivion arranged marriage. And from what I hear, getting really cultural difference-flavor of interesting.

My Knight So Daring - An Imperial Knight!Heinrix x noble!RogueTrader arranged marriage AU. And from what I hear, getting really hot.

Edge of Daybreak Unbroken - Heretic Rogue Trader gets brought back to the start of the game. Time travel shenanigans ensue.

Into Temptation - Ministorum priest x Marazhai x Heinrix. Dead dove!

Pigeons and Eagles - Argenta/Cassia! Enemies to Friends to Lovers.

Tapestry of Fate II - Heinrix/RT. The Godmother of Rogue Trader Heinrix fics. Elena M is currently the furthest along the events of the game out of all the current longfics.

Starseeker - Heinrix/RT intrigue rewrite of game events with Kunrad-related canon divergence. And a shoujo romance.

I Can Be Your China Doll, If You’d Like To See Me Fall - RT/Calcazar. RT is voidborn and Theo's daughter, has met Calcazar before game events.

gossamer of starlight - RT/Yrliet. Yrliet watches her elantach's dynasty fall apart in slow motion. Non chronological.

A Thousand Floating Worlds - OC/Calligos Winterscale where Calligos becomes the Rogue Trader to save his Found Family from Interrogator Calcazar.

Addendums

will be updated, changed in the next few days, changes logged here. I just needed to get this out of my brainstem.

- Added I Can Be Your China Doll, If You’d Like To See Me Fall, gossamer of starlight as of March 22. Added A Thousand Floating Worlds on March 23.

#rogue trader #warhammer 40k #warhammer fanfic #warhammer 40k fanfic #rogue trader crpg #warhammer 40k rogue trader #marazhai aezyrraesh #heinrix #cassia orsellio #sister argenta #heinrix van calox #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #fanfiction #fanfic #lorraine's list

[two-reflections]

Adrax Agatone turns to medicus Issak for help after the death of his brander-priest. [Rated M, Gen?, Oneshot.]

This was written for Marine Meat Monday, a weekly challenge by @tagedeszorns! Thanks to @squishyowl for the dividers! 

#salamanders 40k #wh40k fic #warhammer 40k fanfiction #astartes and human hijinks #marine meat monday

[fourgods-nobrakes]

Sanguinala fic roundup

I did in fact write a Slaaneshi number (six!) of things for this exchange, some of which came out pretty well! In no particular order:

with strength in the left hand and love in the right - Argel Tal/Raum/Cyrene, T, in which Cyrene meets Argel Tal's other soul for the first time

So Surpassing the Sweetness - Rogal Dorn/Lexandro d'Arquebus, M, Lex has a religious vision in the St. Teresa sort of way; canon-typical masochism

I'm taking my place uncertain at your shoulder - Honsou/Uriel Ventris, E, a slice of the alternate timeline where they're comrades, in the Black Legion. established relationship, intimacy and trust, in contrast to

Proof of Concept - Honsou/Uriel Ventris, E, noncon/pregnancy, in which Honsou has a different way of using captured Ultramarines to produce new soldiers

someone to walk with in the dark - Mortarion/Konrad Curze, T, dreamy quasi-historical AU in which two strangers on the edge of their city's society find each other

No Mark of Any Other - Lorgar Aurelian/Leman Russ, E; a piece of the timeline where the Emperor *did* send the Wolves to sanction the XVII and Russ declined to kill another brother.

Damn, that was kind of a lot, huh. The brainrot is real and also motivating <3

#my fic #warhammer 40k fanfiction #secret sanguinala

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

Despite my cold, I'm back in business!

This Chapter includes the following, without spoiling too much and entirely out of context:

Visiting the doctor because of a suspcious lack of headaches

"Accept your court-mandated selfcare already you stubborn oaf!"

Some very brave kitchen workers

#Tepidus Tempestus #Warhammer 40k #wh40k #warhammer 40k fanfiction #fanfic

[sketchasylum]

Fulgrims "awakened" daemon form in the "Primed to Fall" AU, by the incredible @dashofstarlight! I hope ya'll like it! The rest of my notes and rambelings will be under the cut!

---- I have so much to say about this- In regards to the picture itself. I somehow managed to spend 7 hours on this. The design for this mainly came from @dashofstarlight 's drawing of it, aswell as their fantastic writing in Chapter 17 of their fanfiction "Primed to Fall". I changed some aspects to better suit my art style and personal interpretation tho. I had and still have mild problems with the shoulderpats I added. (The shoulders seemed too blank, but then the design didnt sadisfy me? So I just gave up and kept them there 😭) The wings almost broke me :) Slight tangent about PtF cause AAAAAAA. I started reading PtF while it was in its early chapters, I stuck with it ever since and am so incredibly excited for what is yet to come! It's so well written, the characters are interpreted so well, its so emotinally charged and I could go on a rant about it for hours. But at the end of the day all I can say is that if you havent checked it out yet you definitly should! Here's the link to it! @dashofstarlight I am so incredibly glad I stumbled upon your fic. Keep up the amazing work and take care of yourself! I hope you like the little art I made! <3

#fulgrim #primarch #wh40k #warhammer 40k #warhammer fanart #art #fanart #au fanfiction #primed to fall #fanart for a fanfic #I have truely hit rock bottom of my 40k hyperfixation lmao

[jaal-ama-daravv]

It's OC: von Valancius sharing time!

Hi friends!! I know most of us don't chat much but know that you all hold space in my life ♥

Most of us don't get to talk about our OC's enough and that's a crime!

So, please share a quick fun fact about your OC: von Valancius ♥

If I haven't tagged you, do it anyway! (i have a terrible memory and I promise you're loved) Lets build this community! @archtech-fox @fuchsiareign @captastra @maggotknight @nika-vincent @marurubb @unsupervised-threat

Fun fact about Kassard von Valancius, Kassard is short for Kassandra but she doesn't use it because it seems less threatening :')

#i love you all #rogue trader #rogue trader crpg #owlcat #rogue trader art #rogue trader fanfiction #rogue trader oc #von valancius #von valancius oc #oc: rogue trader #hall of rogue traders #oc: von valancius #oc #original character #warhammer 40k oc

[ladymirdan]

I'm so surprised there isn't more fanfics about the fact that Fulgrim’s Daemon form was created with Perturabo's life force.

Like that is really some soulmate stuff.

I have started a fic about it, but I probably won't be able to finish it. I'm still too burned out for writing.

#40k #warhammer 40k #warhammer #perturabo #fulgrim #fanfiction #i have plot bunnies #but no turtles to finish the race