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Inspired from a scene from this chapter of a Guilliman x reader fic by the very talented @beckyninja ^_^
I always come back to reread her fics they’re so good. This scene in particular was too nice and stuck in my mind so I had to draw it 🫶 please go check out her writing.
I just LOVE how you draw Warhammer men! 😍
Would you be willing to draw Guilliman snuggling with a female reader? Perhaps the same one he was yearning for in your other artwork with him?
(Bonus points if it looks like things are just about to get... spicy.)
Thank you!
One slightly spicy cuddling it wont stay cuddling for long, coming right up! he’s literally going to be a piece of Velcro attached to his spouse for as long as his schedule will allow!!! His pinning has left him a bit clingy XD
Leman to start off the week (🔞)
BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK
(Amazing work as always, have a cookie!!! 🍪)
Big old cat with bed hair
Tagging you @sw00nii thanks for giving me the courage to draw primarchs!
“What do you mean, an axe?! She’s not even six months old! And no singing at night, and keep your damn mjød away from her! She’s a tiny little girl, not a wolf pup!”
“A-alright, dear… whatever you say… *guilty whining*”
🤫P.S. Actually, I tried to color it, but the sketchmarkers let me down, and Lehman's nose decided to float a little.🥲
Yellow Bellied Sea Snake! Erebus
A yellow bellied snake indeed.
Horus its MY turn for the unidentified red light source
hi! Hi! Hi! Hi! :)) I love your art! Ugh the style is so pleasing, love love love!
… mayhaps you would be inclined to draw Captain Demetrian Titus all dolled up, at some diplomatic gala. X reader, all dolled up as-well. And both thoroughly NOT enjoying this gathering hahah. I love the requests you’ve done so far! Specially the ones where its very domestic and sweet, i’m a sucker for happiness in Wh40k LOL
Looking fineeee but not feeling it!! As soon as they get home they feel much better.
EIUFHUWEHIUFEWT. THANK YOU!!!!
This might just be my favorite art of yours yet! I love it when the Ultramarines really lean into their Roman aesthetic. 😍
It has definitely inspired some ideas for my Titus x Reader series.
I finally finished drawing him! I think blood angels are really spicy; they all bring meaningless leg rings and chains to themselves! Why can't they learn from their fathers and expose their chests! I want to see their chests! ！！！
Blue Lined Triggerfish! Cato Sicarius
Colors and background by @lostecho501 💜
Lines by me
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some kind of sketch-doodle-artwork of bayonetta i've been picking at since 2024, i don't know anymore what i was trying to accomplish with it
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@theprojectaesir some Bayonetta for you, king
Well, and a little more
Cuttlefish! Ahzek Ahriman
Hot, Bothered, Teased (2/3)
Valorem Gadriel x AFAB!Reader (he/him prns)
TW: NSFW, Oral, teasing
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With a final swing of his power sword, Gadriel let out a mighty roar as the blade sliced clean through the last Tyranid in the now tapering wave. He peered out of the large floor to ceiling windows as the orbital cannon discharged and delivered a devastating blast to the Tyranid Hive Ship. Stray Tyranids screamed loud, guttural shrieks and scattered like rats. Vox comms crackled to life as the static-y voice of Acheran patched in.
“Archmagos Nozick is refusing to evacuate and we are running out of time. His locat….”
….Your cries filled the air as your nails raked down the sweating and hunched form of the Sergeant Primaris. Soft grunts from the blonde marine kept time alongside wet plaps. Fingers dug into the soft flesh beneath his hands-
Gadriel slammed into the floor with a crash, helmet ricocheting off of the tiles right after. A stray tyranid hiding from above had dove right for him and caught him off guard. He was quick to throw the chaos being off and scramble to his feet, spearing the foul beast through the chest and slamming it to the ground. He shook his head briefly before glancing over at Titus. Chairon was already down the hall, looking out for the rest of the group. Titus held his gaze with an indiscernible expression as he took a few steps forward.
“Is your mind clouded by something, brother?” His voice was low and carried a clear warning tone. Gadriel looked away, a flash of frustration rising up before mild guilt took its place.
“No, Lieutenant. I did not see that tyranid,” He responded lowly.
“Nor did you hear my warning, Sergeant?” Titus quietly hissed out. “Do not let your mind be clouded, Gadriel.” The older marine turned back around without a second glance and started after Chairon. Gadriel stayed put for a few more seconds as he stomped down the rising frustration.
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“The Emperor’s Angels are back! Get moving! Unload and prep for the priests!” Barked your commander as he clapped his leather clad hands together. You look up from where you sat on a munitions crate and braced your arms on the edges. Slowly, you slid off and your eyes searched the crowd of towering blue Angels for a familiar red helmet.
“Searching for someone, soldier?” You whirl on your heels and looked upwards where your lover stood. He grasped his helmet on both sides and pulled up in a smooth motion. Perfect blonde swept back hair and familiar cool blues greeted your sight.
“Yes, My Lord. May I ask how your deployment went?” You reply as your heart thumps rapidly in your chest. A hardly perceptible smirk flickered across his features.
“Collect my weapons from the Thunderhawk and I shall tell you. Come.” He walks away from you. An invitation to his quarters. Suddenly you remember what you left him with just hours before. Your stomach does flips as you hurried to collect the massive bolter pistol half your size. You catch up to him after struggling to find a comfortable grip on the weapon. He ushered you down the lengthy and confusing hallways of the Resilience all while recounting his voyage on the surface. You hardly paid attention, thinking of different ways Gadriel may exact revenge.
Finally, you both arrive at his quarters. Nervously you look up at the hulking figure before you. You knew what would happen as soon as you step inside.
“What is the matter, gunman? Shy suddenly? Go on, I need my weapon placed inside of its case for proper transport.” Gadriel was enjoying watching you squirm, no sign of the cocky man from earlier. Wordlessly, you step inside of his quarters and kneel down where the plasteel weapons case lay open. Slotting the bolter snuggly and shutting the lid, you snap the clasps shut. As you snap them shut, the door behind Gadriel slides shut and clicks as the locks engage.
Gadriel falls upon you like a starving animal, ceramite clad hands finding your waist and lifting you off your feet. Your back hit the wall and before you could protest, hot, moist breath washed over your neck before sharp teeth sank into your skin. The Primaris before you rumbled as he jutted his hips up against you in a rough manner. You are helpless against him but you most definitely do not want him to stop. The nervous pit in your stomach from earlier had morphed into arousal and excitement as your lover bit into you. He retracted after a few seconds and ran the flat of his tongue up the mark, finishing with a satisfying huff. Frantic and feral kisses pressed to your hot skin traveled down your collarbone. Your hands fumbled at your fatigues, shedding the layers that you wore. Lifting your shirt and continuing the trail of marks he left, he advanced lower while maintaining his hold on you. One hand slid to a leg, palm resting on the underside of your thigh. His other hand followed suit with the other. He lifted up and out, managing to keep you pinned with your legs now spread.
Cool air breezed against your cunt, causing it to squeeze involuntarily. Sharp canines grazed the sensitive meat of your inner thighs, eliciting a low whine from you and goosebumps rushed across your skin. A quiet rush of hot air from Gadriel told you he took immense pleasure in hearing you like this. He looked up and held your gaze as his mouth descended upon the apex of your thighs. Hot, burning waves of ecstacy rippled through you as his lips captured your swollen nub, and he began to suckle sweetly. Your hips jerked in reaction and a cry ripped from your throat. Your hands found his hair and gripped, earning a satisfied rumble from the well built marine. He kept up his relentless assault, the Sergeant Primaris enjoying how you writhed beneath him. One of your hands covered your mouth to keep yourself quiet. A metal hand was quick to pull it away.
“I need to hear you, my love.” His voice was low but commanding. You did what you were told although you occasionally bit back a loud moan. He moved back to your cunt, surprising you by delving his tongue into your folds. You could feel the wriggling hot mass worm its way deeper until his nose rested upon your pubic bone. He didn’t dare break eye contact with you. Your legs shook as the tip of his tongue brushed tantalizingly close to your sweet spot. You knew from experience that he could quite easily reach it and was just simply enacting his revenge. He pulled back just a little as you desperately tried to grind down on his face to gain a deeper angle. You whimpered in frustration. You felt him smirk between your thighs. He was enjoying the pathetic noises he was pulling from you.
He lapped at your folds, your juices dripping onto the floor several feet below you. Wet squelches came from his mouth as he feasted like a ravaged beast. Your fingers in his hair tightened and you opened your mouth to let out a loud squeal. Your eyes squeezed shut and your chest sucked in a lung full of air, the tightening knot in your groin threatening to come undone at a moment's notice. He pulled back right before you reached your peak, evoking a very frustrated hiss from within. Eyes twinkled as he set your feet on the ground, half naked and dripping between the thighs. His face was slick with your juices and an absolute shit eating grin was spread across his face.
“Do not test the patience of the Emperor's Angels, little one.” He picked up your fatigues and wiped his face clean before handing them back to you. He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning his back to your trembling, sexually frustrated and incredibly horny form. Silently, his door unlocked and slid open and he stepped out, leaving you alone in his quarters.
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Pairing: Meduras Chairon x FemOC
Warnings: mentions of injuries and death
Description: The daemon uses Chairon's own memories against him.
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The daemon shrieked as it felt one of its prey break free. The Sergeant's soul lunged toward a crack in the Warp pocket, its desperate defiance searing any tendrils that tried to reach for it. Then…
Gone.
“NO.”
The howl resonated through the sea of chaos. The daemon sensed it ricochet off other entities. Small ones. Large ones. Fellow creatures of the Dark Prince… and servants of Their rivals.
Soon, they would swarm. And the daemon’s private feast would become a free for all. It hissed in displeasure, sending a wave of agony through its servant on the other side of the thinning veil.
“Hurry. HURRY.”
The ritual must be performed. The gates must be opened. It would take longer now that a source of desire had slipped its bonds. An amorphous tangle of taloned hands flexed and clenched in frustration.
But two sources still remained.
And the second… oh, the second….! He would not be so easily distracted.
Tongues lolled as the capricious being felt a surge of pleasure once more.
“Try, try, and try again, little psyker. Your false hope is,” a hissing moan flooded unreality with a sickly purple tide, “deliciousssssss.”
***
Meduras Chairon drowned in nostalgia.
Those curtains fluttering in the warm breeze. He remembered sitting with his legs drawn up at the kitchen table, watching his father hang them over the window.
“A little to the left, my dear.”
“Anymore to the left and they won’t hang securely, my love.”
“Oh, hush. They’ll be-”
CRASH.
“... if the words “I told you so” come out of your mouth, my dear, I am never speaking to you again.”
The worn carpet in the main room. He remembered laying on his stomach there, playing with his sisters.
“In the name of the Emperor, I will slay the enemies of humanity!”
“Meddy, stoooop it!”
“RRRAH! Fear the might of the Ultramarines!”
“We’re playing House, stupid!”
“I am NOT stupid!”
“Mama! Meddy is being stupid again!”
The intricately carved rocking chair in the corner. He remembered clambering up onto his grandmother's lap.
“Oof, you’re getting too big for this, my strong boy.”
“Sorry, Grandma. I can get down.”
“Nonsense. You stay right here as long as you like, sweet boy.”
“Forever?”
“For as long as Calth endures, child. For as long as Calth endures.”
Chairon’s breath caught. The images were so clear. So fresh. Things he had not thought about since awakening in an Imperium so very different from the one he remembered. No. Since before even then.
Since he joined the ranks of the Ultramarines.
“I… had forgotten.”
“Forgotten what, my son?”
He looked down into the weathered face of his mother. For years he’d clung to a slowly fading outline. Every campaign, every bloody slog into the next warzone wearing away the image until he remembered the memory more than the actual person. Until the pain mutated into rage for a loss he could hardly recall.
But now, it all surged back.
“You,” he answered her, “everything. Forgive me.”
She smiled. It should have comforted. But… why did she look so… satisfied?
“Mother, how-”
“Meduras, come here!”
The laughing voice snapped his head up and around. Vesta beckoned him to the kitchen table, where she and his sisters sat. Chairon found himself moving to her side. He watched her tiny hand slip into his own. Felt the cool softness of her skin.
“Caballa was just telling me how you once tried to stow away on a transport bound for Macragge. Is that true?”
He blinked again, another long lost event of his childhood crystallizing in his mind.
“I… yes.”
His eldest sister reached across the table to poke his side. The sensation was painfully familiar. She always did that when she found him insufferable. Glancing over at her, he marvelled how she still looked so much like the adolescent she’d been when the….
When the… event… something….
Something had happened.
Something terrible.
Hadn’t it?
“Father was furious. I remember him dragging you by the scruff of your neck. You sulked for a week!”
Vesta laughed again, and he found himself smiling. He loved her laughter. He loved the way she looked up at him with eyes full of joy so rarely found in the… the….
Where?
Where had he met her, again?
“Vesta-”
“I can’t wait to meet your father, Meduras. Will he be home soon?”
Home.
His mother chimed in.
“Oh, yes. His shift ends soon. He’ll be home in time for dinner.”
Home.
Vesta leaned into his side. He inhaled the fragrance of her. Flowers. Sun-lit air.
Wait. No. She should smell of medicines and sterilizing agents. He’d teased her before about reeking like an Apoth… Apothec… something. Something else. Something different.
“Vesta, why-”
“You have such a wonderful home here, Meduras.”
Home.
Her soft, cool hand moved up his arm, then down again. Her fragrance filled his nostrils. He closed his eyes and wanted nothing more than to sink into the comfort of it. The peace. Sink down, down, down and never surface. Never go back.
Go back.
Back to what?
“Shhhh.”
The sounds of his sisters’ chattering faded. The birdsong and breeze and clucking poultry from the yard just beyond the door muted beneath the pounding of his own heartbeat.
A double heartbeat. Two hearts.
That was important. Wasn’t it?
“It doesn’t matter, my love.”
Vesta’s hand moved from his arm to his chest, her touch growing bold. More bold than she’d ever been before. He remembered her shyly cupping his cheek as he knelt before her in an isolated alcove. She’d bitten her plush little lips, eyes alight with mischief and wonder. He’d leaned down further to rest his forehead against-
“Stay here, Meduras.”
He opened his eyes.
No longer did he stand in the kitchen of his family home. This room….
This room was his.
Crude model voidships hung from the low ceiling. Various sporting equipment lay scattered about the floor. Imperial propaganda posters lined the walls. The Primarch. The Ultramarines. Heroes any young boy of Calth would idolize.
Picts in simple frames sat on the window sill. His parents. His grandparents. His sisters. All accompanied by a young boy with gangly limbs and a gap-toothed grin so wide it threatened to split his cheeks.
Dark eyes full of innocence.
Chairon stared. He knew that boy. He knew he’d died long, long ago. When the skies above Calth cracked wide open and fire fell.
“Meduras.”
He refused to turn toward the too-sweet voice.
“No….”
“Oh, poor boy. Poor lonely child.”
Hands on his shoulders, kneading, embracing.
“You need no longer be alone.”
The voice changed. First, his mother. Then, his sisters. His grandmother. His father. Grandfather.
Vesta.
The last sent his teeth on edge. Something whispered at the edges of his consciousness. Something he had to do.
“You can have everything back.”
Back. He’d lost them. Lost them all.
“Yes. You did.”
His room burst into flame. Chairon staggered back as fire consumed every vestige of his childhood, picts curling and blackening in the heat, smiling faces obliterated. Smoke burned his eyes, dragged wracking coughs from his chest. He couldn’t see.
But he could hear the screams.
“Meduras!”
“Mother!”
He lunged forward, only for the unseen floor beneath his feet to melt away.
Chairon crashed down into hell. All around him, the figures of everyone he’d ever loved writhed in agony. He saw his mother’s lined skin char and crack, his father’s pooling blood beginning to boil, his sisters convulsing on the floor as smoke stole the air from their lungs.
Only their eyes remained whole, staring at him. Begging..
“HELP US.”
Chairon screamed.
Silence. Nothingness. He knelt in a void, tears streaming down his face. The hands settled on his shoulders again.
“It need not be that way.”
Vesta’s voice purred in his ear.
“You can have all your heart longs for. Family. A home to return to. I can fulfill your deepest desire.”
His deepest desire.
“Just give yourself to me.”
A home.
“I will make all the pain go away.”
Family.
“Say yes, Meduras Chairon.”
“...Vesta.”
The sound of her laughter, so bright and unexpected in the dour chambers of the Apothecarion. The way her green eyes lit up when he came through the door on some flimsy pretense. The soft touch of her lips when he kissed her.
He may ache for a past turned to ash. But the present needed him.
She needed him.
Chairon snarled, low and deep. “How DARE you, daemon!”
He lurched to his feet and swung blindly. “How dare you pollute what I hold most sacred!”
Unholy laughter nearly knocked him back into the blind void, but he gritted his teeth and refused to retreat. He would fight. He would find a way out of this wretched illusion.
“I will not abandon her!”
“It’s too late, pathetic little soul. Far too late to play the dashing hero.”
“You lie!”
“She’s dead. She died screaming. Begging for you to save her.”
“No!”
“But you were too late. Again.”
Chairon remembered.
He was that gangly limbed, gap-toothed boy again. Running. Running so fast. So hard. Until his lungs burned. His father’s last words echoing in his head.
“Go… son… save them….”
Right before the light in his eyes died.
So he ran. As fire fell. As monsters roared and people screamed and explosions tore the very atmosphere to shreds. He ran and ran and ran.
“But you still failed. As you will always fail.”
Purple fire exploded all around him. It burned through his armor, through his toughened skin and carapace, through to his very soul. The agonized screams of his family mingled with the daemon’s maddening laughter in a swirling cacophony of gleeful suffering.
“... awaken….”
A new voice. Small. Weak. Straining like it took the effort of ages just to speak the word.
“... awaken!”
Chairon forced his eyes open and saw it. Through the flames. Through the agony. A tiny spark of light, flickering in the recesses of the mad void. Howling his fury at the creature who’d ripped his scars wide and let them bleed, he willed himself toward the light.
Toward the only home he had left.
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For a moment, Atius sank into blackness. Blissful, restful oblivion.
A sting at his neck sent molten energy surging through his veins, dragging him back to consciousness. The Apothecary knelt next to him with his narthecium poised and ready to deliver another injection.
Atius struggled upright. “Enough, brother.”
Callistus stared at him with grim eyes. “Your secondary heart stopped, psyker. What is happening?”
The Librarian spat a globule of fast-congealing blood and managed a smile. “Another of Squad Damocles has fought free of the daemon’s lies.”
Callistus gave a sharp nod. Behind him, Captain Acheran’s orders sent another pair of battle brothers marching from the cramped room. Searching, Atius knew. For any sign of the missing Ultramarines, the women, or the abomination.
So little time had passed, all things considered.
And yet it is too much! I must… continue….
Ignoring the Apothecary’s displeased grunt, Atius let his eyes unfocus and stretched his mind out once again.
There.
Demetrian Titus’s soul burned bright in his mind’s eye. Stalwart. Incorruptible. All he had to do was-
The soul-light went out.
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