quite a few, pretty much just focusing on the wh40k ones at the moment, though i haven’t been able to post much about them on here yet. there’s more about them on my main, but i’m open to writing/drawing explicit stuff about them (other than Sekhmet) and will answer nsfw and kink-related asks about them on here! Taweret particularly was created as a kink-centric character since he’s got the whole “pretty much always pregnant” thing going on, and i’ve got another more self-insert-y oc i’ve just figured out the details on who i’ll definitely be drawing/writing about on this blog. I’ll list the characters + brief blurbs about them under the cut, feel free to send asks about them, or even doodle requests.
Dionel - Blood Angels, He/She
The sole survivor of a ship that got briefly lost in the warp at the very start of the Horus Heresy, before appearing suddenly in M41 due to warp time shenanigans. Became a close advisor to the newly revived Sanguinius due to her unique insight.
Soren - Space Wolves, He/Him
Brash and hotheaded, which he took a bit too literally when he got half his face burned off by a blast of warp fire from Taweret, his eternal nemesis. He’s very fertile and bears strong pups, and Taweret is fixated on capturing him and using him to breed even more daemon offspring.
Taweret - Thousand Sons, He/It
A sorcerer who asked for a blessing to further spread Tzeentch’s influence, and indeed got one, in the form of a womb constantly swelling with shapeshifting daemon babies, who he plants in the nurseries of loyalist ships to be raised as their own and sabotage them.
Merren - Imperial Psyker, He/Him
A biomancer very close to Sanguinius, tasked with tending to his wounds, and other needs. Tries to be aloof and standoffish but deep down he very much does care. Secretly obsessed with the idea of Sanguinius eating him whole and alive.
Hiss - Alpha Legion, She/They
Never shows her face. Might not have one. Pellinore’s arch-nemesis and a complete wildcard. Occasionally ropes Taweret into joint missions, which he usually ends up regretting, because they’re both competing to be the mastermind of the operation.
Pellinore - Dark Angels, He/Him
Close companion of the Lion and mentor of sorts to Altair. About as much of a head-in-the-clouds artsy type as a Dark Angel can possibly be, but also very single-minded when it comes to revenge. Has been hunting Hiss for over a century after she killed several of his closest battle-brothers. Used to be quite scrawny for an Astartes, but after crossing the Rubicon he filled out quite nicely. The process also made him a bit dumber, but he’s cute like that :}
Altair - Dark Angels, He/Him
Altair was more than a neophyte when he got sucked into the warp when Caliban broke apart and was flung to the middle of nowhere ten millennia in the future. He survived mostly by being too pathetic to have possibly been working for Chaos. Was even skinnier than Pel at one point but put on a good deal of weight with proper feeding and care. Really bad at fighting but really good at having babies.
Giotto - Blood Angels, He/It
This guy’s pretty much a self insert or at least specifically engineered for me to project onto. Got abandoned on a death world while trying to retrieve an admech macguffin after contact with his company was cut off and he was presumed dead. Ended up having to eat its dead squadmates to survive, as well as any wildlife smaller than him. Eventually got rescued by Ultramarines and nursed back to health.
Muscle needs padding, let me rest my head on your stomach. Let me grab your sides and feel the way my fingers sink in. Or, until I realize the appearance of softness is just a facade for the sheer force underneath.
fucked up that i'm not in a temple getting brought heaping food offerings by my many dedicated worshippers, having my belly massaged with oils and tended to as it swells and fills. my cute devotees making sure im comfortable in my silk pillows as another plate of rich meats and breads is brought to me and carefully fed to me one bite at a time. no need to rush a deity. i have all the time in the world to eat and grow....
why are all the primarch x reader imagine posts about the primarchs smuckling and smumbling when they should be about the primarchs getting pedicures and wearing intricate sandals and toe rings and letting why en massage their feet ? HMM?
fulgrim - as if he hasn’t already been getting them regularly. his feet are shockingly delicate, and he’s so pale the soles are visibly flushed. ‘pedicure’ in this case really only means filing off a little rough skin and repainting his toenails, but he thanks you like this was a heroic undertaking, and his toes trail suggestively down your torso as he playfully asks how he can ever repay you.
perturabo - idc
i don’t remember the order for the rest of them im skipping to ferrus
ferrus - fulgrim put him up to this, most likely. you have to enlist help to grind the callouses and rough skin off his soles, and he gives off an aura of impatience the whole time, but once that’s done you start giving him a foot massage and he melts. moaning and flexing his feet as if to guide your attentions to where he wants them next, face flushed like he can’t believe he’s reacting like this. he’s visibly hard by the time you’re done.
Perturabo is in his fuckass armor All The Time so you know his feet are not being taken care of, sadly. Going to need a heavy duty angle grinder to deal with those callouses. Like Ferrus he's impatient but even bitchier, loudly voicing his every complaint and acting like sitting still and having his feet tended to is the hardest mission he's ever been given. Inwardly, though, he's conflicted. It's pointless and inefficient to him, to be taken care of like this. The callouses will come back, his nails will become a horrible mess again, he's a machine of war and he doesn't require such high-class frivolities. But it feels nice, in fact this is the best he's felt in decades. He can't remember the last time hands other than his own touched his bare skin. He's sensitive from the lack of touch, and so incredibly pent up you might be able to get him off just by massaging his feet. Of course, he'll do his best to remain absolutely stonefaced as he creams his pants. (whether he's successful is another story.) He may be mellow enough afterwards to let you paint his toenails with little hazard stripes.
men will be insecure about their body and literally have a belly larger than my head like sir if you don't stop playing games and put that belly on my back we're going to have some real problems real fast and im not going to be the one who cums first
hi my name is Cishet Woman. i noticed you mentioned the idea of two male characters having sex. i have taken the liberty of gender swapping one of them and will now commandeer the entire conversation. it's piv now. they're having good ol penis in vagina hetero sex. i will do this every time you come up with an idea.
i love it when someone wearing a helmet is breathing fast and heavy and the condensation keeps fogging up the interior and the enclosed space amplifies the sound it's like a striptease to me
Going back to basics and thinking about knights. There's a lot of lore re: living armour, death knights and such that I would love to introduce some preg kink into.
Like an oathbreaker dying and becoming an undead creature still wearing its past incarnation's armour; they don't have a body as such, and they're mostly held together with pure magic.
Now imagine that oathbreaker dying with a huge round belly that their armour can barely contain. Imagine them rising again, two red lights shining from the slit in their visor the only indication that they're more than a suit of armour. And yet their chainmail is stretched across their round middle.
Are they still pregnant? How is that possible?
Their gravid shape clearly hinders them: the arc of their swinging greatsword is slow and unbalanced. This must be how they died.
The general protocol here would be to send the knight to their second death with a well-timed smite, but this particular specimen is too interesting to just put down.
Disarming them is easier. Pushing them onto their back even more so.
They're unnaturally still; no breathing, no trembling, just a walking corpse. And yet they cradle their heavy-looking belly with both hands.
Your swordhand keeps your blade steady under their chin, holy light casting shadows across the knight's helmet.
The other hand reaches for that irresistable, paradoxical roundness.
You startle. Your hand flies back to your side as if burned, then returns immediately to the knight's swollen middle.
The metal feels slightly warm, and there's movement.
How can that be? You can clearly see the narrow gap between pieces of armour. You can run your finger along the rim of a gauntlet and feel the empty space that would normally contain living flesh. You can look up into the pitch black darkness showing through the visor where two dim red lights stare out instead of eyes...
As you watch, the light grows even dimmer and briefly flicker, almost like it's blinking. Your free hand returns to the bewildering movement, cupping and lifting gently, testing its weight and give.
Your eyes never stray from the helmet, and so you see the precise moment your touch registers: the lights flare, like wide suprised eyes, and dim again, almost to nothing.
You jostle its belly experimentally, and are rewarded with an even bigger reaction. Interesting.
Well, you can't just kill this knight while such a baffling mystery goes unexplored.
Better truss it up and take it back into the city. Let some scholars shine their light on it.
And if, while resting at camp that night, you find yourself petting the knight's belly with one hand down your trousers, who's to know?
actually I have a good quick n dirty method if anyone is curious:
step one: base color
step two: use any random-ass textured brush to slap a blush on there in a darker, redder color. fudge it around till it looks balanced n texture-y.
step three: use your lineart brush or a... less textured brush to carve out a "highlight" of your base color out of the blush. like so
step four: add some extra skin texture (linea nigra, stretch marks, etc) with hatching
anyway thats what I do! if I ever render something please know that 80% of it was slapping random brushes on there to see what happens. i have a very efficient workflow as you can see
addendum: for very dark skin tones, a more orange-y, slightly lighter blush works better, plus a highlight in an actually lighter tone. now please ignore that i rendered this one way more than the other ones by accident.
