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sirenscriptures · 23 days

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period sex — sangiunius

synopsis: sanguinius comes home from a mission just in time to help you get rid of your nagging pains… 2.2k

warnings/notes: fem ! reader, smutty and heretical, soft sex, praise, oral sex, slight wing play, size difference, blood kink (i mean look at who we’re talking about here…) service dom sanguinius <3 not much background context needed other than you are sanguinius’ wife.

the sight of you was pitiful, to say the least.

practically drowning in the massive amounts of satin sheets, you lie curled up with your knees compressed against your stomach. your face was buried in the fabric, occasionally wincing when a wave of pain crashed into you again.

you had no idea how much time had passed since you’d first crawled into bed. when your body would finally relax enough, you would find yourself dozing off into a blurry slumber, only to be woken up by another ripple of cramps.

this pattern seemed to be endless, as you’d had quite a few worried serfs come in and out of you and sanguinius’ shared quarters to check on you. if you weren’t asleep, they would often come in to offer certain aids such as herbal teas or various forms of medicae that never worked for you when you were in such a condition.

you had no idea why your body did this to you every time. you swear you would be able to withstand even the deepest of wounds on a battlefield with a smile if given the chance, yet it was your own menstrual cycle that had the ability to make you crumble into such a feeble position.

before you could even try and let sleep overtake you again, you heard the familiar knock make a return outside your door, accompanied by another serf voice as it opened gently.

“my lady?” the voice was slightly hushed, still coming from the doorway.

you let out a muted response, voice muffled from still being buried within the large pillows.

“i apologize for another disturbance, but there’s been word of your husband’s return.”

the words made you sit up, only to lie back again, the sudden movement making you flinch from the shooting pains. you ignored the look of concern from him and let out a strangled expression of thanks to him, trying to take deep breaths as you politely dismissed the serf on his way.

even though your entire day had been miserable and left you barely able to stand or move, this news offered a huge mental relief.

the feeling of the primarch’s empty bed surrounding you only seemed to worsen the already horrible mood swings that had overtaken you as of late. it was a partial relief that you were mostly left alone during this time, yet it pained you to not have your husband at your side.

when sanguinius left for a mission, there was often no telling when he’d be back. he was extremely in demand, especially as of late, and the journeys he had to make never seemed to be on the short side. even if they were, it wasn’t always easy for you to be alongside him for these travels. granted, when you did get to accompany him, it was always a nice experience, and you always knew you’d be safe in his presence, especially as his wife.

with another wave of sleep beginning to wash over you now, you could finally feel yourself relaxing at the thought of him being home soon.

/ / / / / / / / / / /

blinking awake, you could hear the passing of muffled voices and large footsteps approaching the room you were in. in your half-awake state, you almost began to panic at the sound of the footsteps stopping right at the threshold of the bedroom door, not knowing who it was.

you made yourself sit up slightly despite your biting soreness, tensing as the door started to open in front of you.

as soon as you were greeted with your husband’s warm smile, every tense muscle in you seemed to release instantly.

you could’ve sworn he felt the same way about seeing you in the moment; admiring him in his robes as he sat on the edge of the bed near you.

even despite such long travels, he always managed to come back with that same glowing look of his. you didn’t know how he managed to look so perfect every time you saw him.

“hello, my love.” he practically purrs as he brings his face closer to yours, a large hand gently caressing your side. one of his wings instinctively wraps over your figure, something he often does when he sneaks a kiss from you in public spaces.

you can’t help but smile at the feeling of his lips against yours. the mere sensation of his body being close to yours is enough to bring back that same warm feeling in your chest that had been absent for so long.

as your shared kiss was eventually separated, you looked up to see a sudden concerned look in your lover’s eye. yet, before you could question it, he already went ahead of you.

“you’re menstruating again, aren’t you, dear?”

his tone is soft and caring as usual, yet you can’t help but feel the slightest bit stunned at how quick he was to find out. yet, you really weren’t that surprised.

his senses, as a primarch, were much more refined and sharper than your own. in the early stages of your relationship together, to say it took some mental adjustments to get used to how he’d always be ahead of you in so many factors was an understatement.

all you could let yourself do was nod, trying to hide the rather frazzled look on your face. though he was the last soul that you should ever feel ashamed about admitting this in front of, the human part of you still wouldn’t let that feeling go.

met with that same smile of his, your breath hitched as he gently repositioned you to straddle his massive thigh. since he was dressed in no armor, the only thing separating the both of you from being skin to skin were the thin cloths of your robes.

having you in such close contact now made it so hard to hold back. you could only imagine how hard it was for him in such a state; forced to maintain such a stoic and professional demeanor in a neighboring world for what seemed like so long, whilst balancing these deeper desires you knew he had trouble hiding, especially from you.

but now, in your shared sanctuary, he was safe to release it all. and you could feel even just through his body language that he needed that release.

with his tongue hungrily snaking past your lips through your messy kisses, sanguinius could feel the heat within your body rising the more he caressed you. he could never get over just how delicate you were, and he always delighted in the thought of pleasuring you.

yet, this was far more intense. the flow of your blood normally would be enough to make him famished for you, but when it came to this type of blood flow…it often became difficult to control himself.

with such heightened senses, even the scent of you when he first entered the room had him holding back more than he thought he could bear.

“you are so beautiful…” he murmurs to you in between kisses that begin to trail down your neck, large hands working gently to undo your nightwear. his eyes are filled with awe at your nude figure in front of him, as if it’s the first time all over again.

“i don’t know how long it’s been.” he says, almost dazed, soft blue eyes staring up at you as his chin rests between your bare breasts.

“i don’t either, my love.” your arms pull his large figure closer to you as much as you’re able to. “i’m just grateful you’re here now.”

he chuckles against your skin as he lets his own robe fall from his body. you could feel the excitement surge within you at the sight of him fully exposed in front of you. it’s hard for you to fathom how one can be so perfect like this.

you can see a familiar glint in his eyes as he lays you back onto the bed. while his touch remained

gentle, you could see some of his composure start to slip, especially as he slipped your underwear off.

“wait—” you almost protested, but he cut you off. as always, he was ahead of your doubts.

he smiled down at you, bringing himself closer to you again to where his forehead rested against yours.

“you should know by now that i don’t mind a bit of a mess.” his tone was playful, but you knew he was absolutely serious.

you couldn’t help but smile again, fully relaxing back into the sheets. sanguinius trailed more kisses down your stomach, fingers gingerly running up your sides.

a shiver rippled down your spine as his tongue suddenly swiped over your clit. looking down, you could see the faint crimson stains already upon his lips. that same look was burning in his gaze, yet so much stronger now.

“i knew you were struggling to contain yourself.” you couldn’t help but tease him slightly.

the remark was met with another smirk. “how can i when you’ve been away from me for so long?”

you let out a sudden gasp as two of his fingers slip into you without warning. even though there’s no resistance due to the mixture of blood and wetness, the stretch makes your back arch with pleasure.

“and i’ve left you here in pain…” he murmurs, his free hand massaging your lower stomach. “now i want to make up for it.”

you can’t reassure him before he’s already lapping at you again, fingers simultaneously pumping in and out of you. your persisting needy whimpers only make sanguinius want even more of you. the ache of being away from you for so long was finally ebbing, but it wasn’t enough just yet.

you can feel your body heat rising even more as his mouth envelopes your slick, fingers curling up inside you. even in the few moments that have passed, you can feel your legs starting to quiver beneath his face. the pain from all of these horrible days that seemed so permanent was melting away the more he licked and sucked at you.

just as you could feel that sweet burning sensation, he pulled away, some of the blood now staining his chin. sanguinius now towered over you just by sitting up straight. smiling down at you, he kissed your neck before positioning his cock at your entrance. feeling the tip threatening to push past your sodden walls almost made you tense up, making you squirm slightly.

his hands trailed to your hips, gently massaging you with a warm look in his eyes.

“breathe for me, darling.”

you inhale deeply at his words, letting your hand lock with one of his, your eyes closing as you try to control your breath.

the initial stretch makes your grip around his hand tighten, breath hitching sharply at the feeling of him sliding into you. the pain from before only creeps back in for a moment, before decreasing once more as he bottoms out inside of you.

looking up at him, his gaze is burning with an intensified focus, breath much more labored as he gazes at you in awe. you’re entirely too perfect, and the sight of you made his head spin in the best way possible.

his thrusts are slow and deep, hand running through your hair soothingly as the burning of tears pricked your eyes from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

you could glimpse some of his feathers spiking slightly as his pace picked up. he looked so beautiful, almost desperate as he fucked into you. by now, you could see just how in need he was for you, and that he craved your touch just as much as you craved his.

reaching out, your fingers tenderly massaging one of the massive wings. you could see a glint of surprise in his gaze as you did this, but it was overwhelmed by the lustful excitement in his gaze.

“my my…” he chuckled, the hand that he nestled in your hair traveling to your throat. “a handsy little one, aren’t you?”

you couldn’t even retort as his lips went back to your neck, this time sinking his fangs into the warm flesh. a sharp cry fell from your lips as you felt yourself growing closer to your orgasm.

“sanguinius…” you stammered out, barely able to talk straight.

he lets out a groan as you tighten around him, lips pulling away from your neck as he lets the small trickle of blood roll down.

“let go, my love.” he chokes out in between pounding thrusts, his bloody lips messily clashing with yours.

between the sensation of your fingers combing in between his feathers and walls pulling him in deeper, he could feel his seed sputtering into you, robbing him of his breath for a few moments. you couldn’t stop yourself from trembling as the same burning from before had cascaded over your entire body; shuddering whimpers still falling from your lips even as he pulled out of you.

sanguinius gently pulled you on top of him, trading places so that his back was rested on the bed. laying on top of him, you let the few moments of silence fill with the sound of his heartbeats, letting the rhythm guide you back to deep breathing.

cupping your face in a single hand, he made you look back up at him. his lips locked with yours, making you melt in his embrace all over again. you could still taste the hint of blood as he pulled away, still smiling so sweetly at you.

“remind me never to leave you like this again.” he chuckles, practically clinging to you now.

you can’t help but laugh as well, running your hands along the back of his neck.

“oh believe me, i will.”

#primarch x reader #sanguinius x reader #primarch smut #⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚 — sea’s scriptures #☾ — nightly yearning #sanguinius smut #warhammer x reader #warhammer fanfic #warhammer smut

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aylinvail · 1 month

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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

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relax-and-read-on · 1 month

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Warhammer's Tumblr Central is currently open to the public!

What is Warhammer's Tumblr central? It's a discord server centered around warhammer lore, be it from games, books or the table top game itself, by and for the tumblr community! We are a 18+ server, nsfw and kink friendly, where you can talk about your favorite books and moment in warhammer! We pride ourself on being an incluse, lgtbq+ friendly place. We want to create an environment that is creative and stimulating, and we have a lot of fanfic writers/fanartist in our server! That said, even if you just want to hang out and chat, you still can join.

Features of the discord server include:

A wide range of channel, letting you mute anything you don't want to see, including nsfw and kinks

Writing bots, challenge and help for fanfic/fanart!

Place to talk canon lore and Headcanons

Promotions of fandom wide events, such as Big Bangs, fictober and fanwork exchange.

Place to share your own work

An international community, active at pretty much any moment of the day

Shipping chanel, where you can talk about your favorite characters and factions

Welcoming of OC, self-insert and any type of fanwork.

If any of this speak and resonate with you, I invite you to visit the link, and please be patient and friendly with the mods, as we get you set up!

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #wh40k #warhammer community #warhammer fanfic #warhammer fanart

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ilackhumanqualities · 3 months

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Ended up writing a piece of Warhammer fanfiction. I don't normally write, but I figured I might as well post this.

It's basically just 3.7k words of me describing how disturbing the adeptus mechanicus are. Was fun to write.

#warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #warhammer40k #warhammercommunity #warhammer fanfic #adeptus mechanicus #rogue trader #warhammer 40k rogue trader #admech #wh40k #ao3 link #techpriest #tech priest #basil talks

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zmasters · 13 days

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#warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #short story #chaos 40k #warhammer fanfic #warhammer oc #warhammer chaos #chaos daemons #warhammer aos #warhammer age of sigmar #age of sigmar

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mournivaldisco · 8 days

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When you set a new ship tag sailing

(Yes, this makes zero sense outside of the fic.)

#warhammer fanfic

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averyhh · 2 months

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Between Claws

CW nsfw, consensual torture, asphyxiation, drug use, non-negotiated everything

Written on a whim, it’s a mess. The idea came from a discord discussion and I’ve come up with many thoughts afterwards.

Using his primarch admin access, Konrad locks Sevatar inside his own armor.

Sevatar’s power armor has stopped responding to any of his commands. He’s grounded and isolated in his own armor, surrounded by the darkness of his sleeping quarters and the echoing beat of his own hearts.

He could have failed the primarch in some way to earn the sanction, but he has no idea what exactly did he do. Sometimes father just feels like it. The Night Haunter rarely explains himself, especially for such a trivial matter as Sevatar’s chastisement.

Unable to remove any armor, his red gauntlets are within view whenever he moves and looks around. They are a striking reminder of what happened that gave his primarch enough reason to disregard him altogether, if not ending him then and there. After all, he deserves all there is to know about punishment.

He never truly took in the power primarchs had over their Astartes until these nights, locked out of everything except his own mind. He can’t even unseal his helm in the relative safety and absolute privacy of his sleeping quarters on the Nightfall. His door remains unlocked, but he’s forbidden from touching it. No one would be there to fetch him either. His brothers have been told that First Captain Sevatar is reflecting on his wrongs. He hasn’t had any skin-to-skin contact for weeks, including with himself. He’s cut off from the legion’s vox network, blind to the fleet status, unreachable except when his master opens their private link.

Physically he’s had much worse, but this is new. He can’t tell if the Night Haunter is playful or simply angry.

He will wake up to a needle in the back of his neck when Konrad deems he’s slept long enough. He lacks energy intake. His interface ports are sore. His bones hurt from the withdrawal of ceramite powder and other chemicals in standard rations of solid food. Can’t even talk to the walls because his speakers are turned off. The armor keeps track of everything his body does with and without his permission.

There’s an itch inside his guts once he thought about how his vitals and the hormone levels in his blood are on display for the primarch.

The awareness of it makes him tense and his secondary heart slowly comes to life, but it’s not an unwanted feeling at all. The primarch watches over everything, his brilliantly dark mind counting Sevatar’s heartbeats as he works on the tedious business of everyone else with little interest. He reads Sevatar’s body like it were a book, or his worn-out cartomancy deck, flipping through it with a practiced, majestic hand. The thought made the tiny graphs in the corner of Sevatar’s retina display pulse and dance in little spiky waves.

He’s denied an explanation but asks for none. The knowledge of how much longer the punishment lasts never mattered. He supposes his father is having fun tweaking the armor system at the other end of the ship.

The Night Haunter has tried everything Sevatar can imagine, and invented so much more he’s able to do to him through the control terminals and dataslates in his habitual seclusion.

Sevatar usually considers asphyxiation a dull experience, but when his primarch inflicts it upon him it’s the closest thing to an orgasm that he’s allowed to feel during his chastisement. With the air circulation system shut down and protective protocols against intrusive xeno atmosphere activated, his air flow is cut off completely.

The first few minutes passes easily. He holds his breath and sits them through. But minutes in is where it feels the worst, with all his senses desperately trying to locate the threat of what’s suffocating him, finding nothing except the merciless coverage of his power armor and the familiar surroundings of his room. Later, he’s clawing and thrashing at himself and the floor, realizing how much he craves the Night Haunter’s marble claws around his throat instead of this sealed little chamber of void. The primarch only lets him go when it begins to risk triggering his Sus-an membrane. Before that, he monitors Sevatar’s vitals, listening to those desperate gasps and heaves into the thinning air, lifting his robes to touch himself under his obsidian desk. Sometimes he groans loud enough for the vox to pick up the sound and transmit to Sevatar’s end.

The combat drugs injections were fun as well. The aftermath leaves Sevatar shivering in a mess of his own sweat while he’s pinned to the floor, immobile in the grip of powered ceramite screwed into his own bones, bodyglove drenched and clung to his rash hot skin. His cock swells and hardens against armor, aching for the slightest touch. He lets out a noise and bites into his lip. His hearts are pounding and he can feel the stimulant-induced urge to move and fight getting tapped in his own veins. After long tormenting hours, he collapses onto himself. The vox in his helm buzzes and brings a low laugh directly into his ears.

A spontaneous release of dopamine sweeps through him. It’s natural to feel proud, he assures himself, since the primarch is accordingly entertained.

That’s all. Good for Konrad. Cats love meat in a can.

#konrad curze #sevatar #jago sevatarion #warhammer 40000 #horus heresy #warhammer fanfic #tw asphyxiation #dad and sevatar #my fic

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axiseart · 2 months

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Warhammer 40K Big Bang 2023-2024 artwork for Edge of Night by Hydragonsbreath.

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yanandreckless · 3 months

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Everybody Likes Kyle

You were woken up by a loud blare of guitars along with drums that sounded like they were urging you to jump right out of your skin.

Since that was an understandably tricky thing to do and you were not normally one for tricks, you merely jumped right out of your bed. Or well, attempted to, the mass of blankets you had wrapped yourself in like a burrito proved to be rather effective restraints, leaving you sitting upright with various fabrics coiled around your legs.

The loud groan as you rub your eyes does nothing, it neither alleviates your frustration or dispels the disoriented feeling as you try to get used to being awake in your own bedroom.

The screams then start.

Not from anyone in the building, there is no need to panic.

From whichever blasted machine that was playing the guitars and the drums at this unholy hour.

Who even manages to take a turn so far left from music to end up at… that?

Who is so rude as to play it at this ho…

You scramble for your phone. Promptly knock it to the floor. Sigh. Detangle yourself from the blankets. The screams seem to be urging you on in this totally attractive mockery of a butterfly getting out of a cocoon, weirdly enough.

Once you finally reach your phone, your knee cracking as you need to nearly crawl under your desk because why wouldn’t a completely non-spherical object tumble as far away from you as possible, and you realize it’s 11am, you feel no less irritated.

In fact, you feel more irritated. With yourself. You couldn’t even be irritated with someone else in peace.

Alright, so it wasn’t at an unholy hour that this… cacophony, because it sure as hell wasn’t music, was being played.

It was at a perfectly… holy hour?

It just still did happen to wake you up.

And for what? Who the fuck was even playing that? That never happened before, this building was rather quiet.

As if the cacophony wasn’t enough, loud thuds that sound suspiciously like heavy steps and furniture being moved around are now shuddering through the thin walls and floors and that is when you realize that 16B is finally getting a tenant.

Oh no.

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Messy bun? Check.

Leggings? Check.

Oversized T-shirt without any breakfast stains on it? Check.

Teeth brushed? Uhhh… Mouthwash gargled? Check.

Hunting down slippers that belonged to the same pair was more challenging than it had any reason to be having in mind that you possessed no canines or felines who would mess with your footwear, but once that was finally done, too, you tried not to stomp (the effect would be ruined in soft bunny slippers anyway) angrily as you went to ask your new neighbor to tone down their… music.

You nearly fell over a huge box as soon as you stepped out of your apartment. Looking down, you jumped away as a sheen of fur alerted you to the fact that this might be a pet whose temper you do not know…

Except the fur wouldn’t move. And was a giant pelt. Suspiciously looking like it used to belong to a wolf.

Then you look around the assortment of boxes, trash bags, furniture pieces, and just… stuff lying all around the hallway. The questionable taste in music your new neighbor undoubtedly had seemed to extend to furniture as well.

You were staring at a gigantic Edwardian sofa that has been through what its owner most likely considered a genius furniture flip, its upholstery a shiny black and its wooden trim an offensive gold complete with… spikes. The sofa had spikes on the top of its backrest. Cushions were strewn on it, in shades of black, gold, and red and the similarly dated cabinet with glass doors had odd symbols painted in gold on its doors, like… a circle with a bunch of arrows pointing out of its center.

Another box near the one with the wolf pelt contained leather-bound books. So far the least visually offensive or odd thing here.

And then another… was full of skulls. Fucking sk-

The man who popped out of the ajar door of 16B had to bend to walk through.

He promptly pushed aside a heavy wooden treasure chest with his foot. The chest clanked like it was full of metal.

Once fully upright, he was… terrifying.

7 feet of broad, muscled, tattooed mass.

His head was shaved on the sides, with the hair on top dyed the same offensively flaming red his sofa cushions were. It was held in a high ponytail with what looked like a metal cylinder, ornate and as edgy as the rest of him.

Piercings (yes, several) on his brow and ears. Tattoos on his entire body, including the sides of his head. Nails longer than yours on his right hand, filed into points and painted black. Short and black on his left.

He looked like one of those thirst trap alternative guys on TikTok. You always weirdly assumed those guys weren’t real.

With a slight jerk of his chin toward his new apartment, (oh lord, this is your new neighbor! Is he going to sacrifice virgins on Saturday evenings? You worked on Sunday, for fuck’s sake!) he boomed, voice deep and rough:

“Haarken, turn the music down to 16.”

Huh. 16. The music became barely audible in the hallway instantly. He renamed his Alexa into… Haarken? Could you even do that? Also, he set up his Alexa before he unpacked?

“Hello there.” The TikTok demon grinned at you, revealing a row of straight teeth with suspiciously sharp canines, like they were modded. Of course they were. Half his books are probably what sells as occult at the same stores that sell crystals to heal cancer.

“Did I wake you?”

You smooth down your hopelessly wrinkled loungewear T-shirt, a ratty piece of crap that’s gray instead of black now, with some band image that you never recognized or cared about as you dug the garment out of a bin at a thrift store ages ago, when it was still black and whole.

“Is it that obvious?” You toss back and he chuckles. He sounds weirdly menacing as he does.

“A little. I suppose you’re next door?”

He jerks his head toward your unit and you nod.

“I’m Kyle.”

He extends a shovel-sized calloused hand for a handshake. It’s very warm and just as rough as it looks.

“Kyle.” You repeat dubiously. You expected him to introduce himself as a Samael or an Asmodeus or at the very least a Constantine. Nope. Kyle.

He raises both pale eyebrows at you (Kyle is apparently a natural blonde) and you realize that he’s expecting to hear your name in return, so you provide it.

“Nice to meet you. And I apologize for waking you. If you wish to keep me company as I take all this stuff in, there will be a homemade steak in it for you.”

It’s your turn to raise both eyebrows. Kyle looks frightening but he’s apparently polite. And you can’t remember the last time you ate steak. Let alone a homemade one.

“Do you always bribe people into hanging out with you?” You sass him jokingly and a deep line forms between Kyle’s eyebrows. You weren’t able to determine his age up until that point but you suspect he may be older than he looks anyway:

“I like to think of it as an enticing offer. Works better than force or a sense of obligation, don’t you think?”

You feel a bit shitty, since you tried to make a joke but Kyle seems genuinely miffed, his large nostrils a bit flared. So you just nod.

“That’s true. I do like steak. I just hope I don’t end up in this box.”

You point at the box with skulls and the deep line between Kyle’s eyebrows disappears. Your second attempt at a joke is more successful as Kyle barks an unattractive little laugh, one of the ones that sound like a pig:

“No, those belonged to enemies. Plan on not becoming an enemy.”

It’s mighty stupid to think Kyle is kind of cute. You do so anyway.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer fanfic #40k fanfic #ezekyle abaddon #abaddon x reader #ezekyle abaddon x reader #romcom #alternate universe #space marine x reader

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leadflowers · 13 days

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Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: Warhammer 40.000 Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Original Warhammer 40.000 Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Inquisition Ensemble (Warhammer 40.000), Adeptus Mechanicus Ensemble (Warhammer 40.000), Original Adeptus Mechanicus Character(s) (Warhammer 40.000) Additional Tags: Family Reunions, Family Drama, Imperium of Man (Warhammer 40.000), Slice of Life, Inquisition Shenanigans, psychic awakening, Chaos, Evil Corporations, Spies in Space, Psykers (Warhammer 40.000), Torture, Past Rape/Non-con, Tempestus Scions Summary:

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

(W.B Yeats – Ancient heretic)

NOW COMPLETE!

An original Warhammer 40000 series focused on the Inquisition, seen through the eyes of several of its members. It follows the evolution of Katarina Morvani from newly-awakened psyker haunted by her past mistakes to Inquisitorial acolyte, and explores her relationship with her mother-turned-mentor and the other members of the retinue as they face some of the worst horrors the galaxy has to throw at them. Sometimes, human nature is the greatest foe of all...

It is a collection of character studies more than a fast-paced action story, although you can expect the usual trappings of a WH40K inquisition-centric story too.

#warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #warhammer fanfic #warhammer fanfiction #warhammer 40k fanfic

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kokomis-writing-pile · 5 months

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A Warhammer 40K FanFic

Author's note: This is strictly for fun. I have my Warhammer-loving husband proofread and edit my chapters. If he says it is good, then it's good by the only person's standards I wish to meet. Lyra and Reid are our own characters based on us.

Chapter 1: Survivors

Roars and harsh scraping of metal erupted through the blood-red, dusty sky as a large number of grotesque soldiers clad in light armor, welding guns, and blades rushed the wide-open field littered with corpses and debris from an excruciatingly long battle. Blood pumped adrenaline into the opposing Adeptas Sororitas donned in power armor as she stared the enemy in the face, pulling the trigger on her bolt pistol and taking out what man she could. If she was going down, she was taking as many as she could with her. It was not until a split second later that she noticed movement several feet away on her side of the battlefield. Cutting her eyes, she saw it was an Imperial Guardsman, but she could not tell what condition he was in. All she could see from where she stood was a soldier whose olive-green trench coat was caked in blood whether it was his own or the enemy. Regardless, if he was still moving, he could still fight.

In a quick dash, she moved to her allies’ side giving him enough cover fire to get on his feet. It was as if he was bestowed a blessing he did not deserve as he stared up at her for a brief moment through his gas mask. It was clear what had happened now as he looked around at the massacre. Their entire squad was obliterated and they were the last two survivors. The Kriegsman jumped to his feet, snatched his lasrifle from the ground, and took aim. One, two, five, several men shot and downed but it still was not enough for them to back off. The woman noticed one of the opposing Ogryns ready his grenade launcher and the only thing she could think of was to grab ahold of the Kriegsman next to her and yank him out of the way behind some rubble. It gave them a moment to reload and reassess their options.

“Glad to see at least I am not alone in this,” she spoke boldly. “I know your reputation, Kriegsman, but do try to stay alive.”

The man looked at her and took a deep breath reloading his gun. “As you command, sister,” he responded almost regrettably with a curt nod. “I will fight with you ‘til my last breath.”

Once the break in the enemy’s fire had come, the Kriegsman and Sister rushed from behind the rubble and unloaded upon them once more. They could not make any advances and they could not really retreat. An attempt was made to contact the ship or anyone for that matter, but there was never a response. It was an assumption that the coms ceased to work or there was too much interference.

The Kriegsman noticed a body with grenades still present just a few feet away and decided to make a break for it. The sister covered him as he did but ducked covering her head from another explosion. Managing to grab them, he rushed forward pulling the pins and tossing the whole belt as hard as he could. They flew through the air until they landed at the feet of the army exploding on impact and taking a massive chunk out of their line. Then it made its presence known. The huge suit of unholy power armor covered in blood moved through the army, a giant chainaxe in one hand, heretical combi-bolter in the other. For two people, it seemed a bit excessive for a Chaos Lord to present himself, but it was just their luck it seemed. They could not defeat that. There was no way to defeat that. Their fate might as well have been sealed but that did not mean they would stop trying. Cowardice did not know a place within the imperium of man. If it did, it was killed swiftly.

“KRIEGSMAN! GET BACK HERE NOW!”

There was no response, only a frozen man unable to move. At first, she thought he might have been frozen with fear and truthfully, she did not blame him. It was a logical and human response. Though Kriegsmen were known to be fearless, maybe this was a moment of truth to see just how fearless they really were when no one else was around.

The giant took many large steps toward the pair, closing the gap rather quickly until he was within arm's reach. He raised his blade ready to slice the man who swore to fight with her but then, nothing. The Kriegsman raised his fist and extended his fingers as if flicking water off his glove. A hole had blown straight through the Chaos Lord's armor and body so effortlessly that gore was strewn about the battlefield in an instant. The moment this gargantuan being fell over, the rest of the army turned tail and ran as fast as they could in utter fear as their champion fell. The Chaos Lord’s body exploded with empyrical energy, the explosion blowing the Kriegsman several feet away and into some metal rubble. The sister had no idea just what she had witnessed but it was certainly the work of the divine and maybe her prayers had been answered. He had fought until his last breath just as he had said and she was the last one standing, or so she thought. Out of reflex, she ran to him sliding across the mud and muck as he lay limp against the metal supporting him. His leg had been blown clean off at his knee, his mask had taken extreme damage resulting in the left side of his face terribly injured, and he was lucky he had a chest plate to protect his most vital organs. Those were the only obvious and noticeable injuries.

Leaning in, she felt for his pulse and was surprised he still had one after all that but his breathing was very shallow. The sister grabbed him, pulling him up into her arms to carry him to a much safer location to treat him. She could have left him to die, but if he was meant to die he would have been killed outright by that monster. Something was special about him and she was not going to let that be snuffed out so hastily.

After getting him to safety, she leaned him against the shelter’s wall and checked his pulse and breathing once more. He was still hanging on. She looked him over before taking some of the cloth from her garb to wrap tightly around his bleeding leg to slow the flow of blood.

“S- I- Lyr-” static came over her coms. “Sist– Come i-”

The sister opened her coms and began talking, whether they could hear her or not. “I’m here. This is Sister Lyra.”

There was still static but obviously, someone was trying to come through until the signal cleared. “Sister Lyra, this is Moz do you read?”

“Yes, Moz! Thank the emperor. I’m here. A guardsman and I are in dire need of your retrieval.”

“Understood. Send me your coordinates so that I may find you.”

Lyra leaned back for a moment and sent a signal to the pilot, Moz. “I sent them. Please, be quick about it. I need medical, immediately.”

She turned her attention back to the man in front of her and he was still unmoving. His chest rose and fell ever so slightly. Maybe if she just removed the mask, she could monitor him better. Lyra reached over and went to tug on his gas mask only for her wrist to be snatched in a panic. A single eye stared at her before realizing who she was and hesitantly let go of her wrist. Lyra pulled his mask off, tossing it aside for the moment. His face was nearly non-existent on the left as blood poured all over him as it was the only thing keeping his face intact. Taking yet another piece of cloth, she wrapped his head to stop the bleeding and keep what flesh on the left side together as she could. He hissed in discomfort but stayed still as she tended to him. He looked down at his leg noticing that it had been removed then felt the autogun wounds and bruises on his arms when he tried to move. He looked up at her curiously and she knew what he wanted to ask.

“How-” he started. “Sister, just leave me. I can be of no use to you. I'm sure I'll be disposed of once we're back on the ship…I didn't serve my purpose.”

“Pilot Moz is coming, you’ll be taken care of, and you’re going to live whether you like it or not. Do you understand?” she replied curtly.

Looking slightly taken aback by her tone, he agreed with a grumble. “Yes, ma’am.”

“You served your purpose. I don’t know what happened, exactly, but one second you were frozen solid and the next the beast was dead. I believe you were touched. That means you still have a fight left in you, and you're meant to live. So throw a fit, kick, and scream, whatever you like, you’re alive until further notice. What’s your number? Or.. name if you have one. Do Kriegsmen have names in the 83rd regiment?”

The man shifted and sighed. It certainly was not exactly what he wanted to hear but at least he did her a great service by keeping her safe with whatever he did. He could not remember.

“Reid Caldwell…Might I know yours, Sister?”

“Lyra Mickeal.”

The sound of a carrier hummed and shook the ground as it landed nearby. Two veterans left the ship to assist the pair returning to the ship as quickly as possible. As soon as they had returned to the ship, the Kriegsman was taken away for medical treatment following Lyra's orders and she was left writing the report noting every last detail of their mission and the disaster that had followed.

#warhammer fanfic #warhammer 40000 #Warhammer 40K #Kriegsmen #death korps of krieg #adepta sororitas #Sister of Battle

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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…

#primarch x reader #warhammer fanfic #primarch smut #⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚 — sea’s scriptures #☾ — nightly yearning #primarch headcanons #horus lupercal x reader #leman russ x reader #magnus the red x reader #fulgrim x reader #lion el’jonson x reader

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