🐝Poison Honey🐝

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[tomatojellyfish]

You're being treated (or annoyed) once again today!

You had a love before him, but now your love is dead. How each and every Primarchs would react?

Lion El'Jonson He will stand tall, voice steady, offering you quiet counsel and a hand to hold. He will not speak of his relief, but his eyes will soften when you mention the future, and his presence will be a shield around you.

Fulgrim He will kiss your tears away, voice soft, calling your past a necessary step to this perfection. He will exalt you, and his joy will be woven into every word.

Perturabo In your crisis Perturabo will offer you structure, plans, a future laid out in clean lines. He will not say he is glad you are now single, but his calculations will now include you as central, and his relief will show in the precision of his care.

Jaghatai Khan He will ride close, silent, and let his presence speak. When you mention what comes next, his laugh will be lighter, and his pace will slow to match yours.

Leman Russ He will sit beside you, beer in hand, and say little. But when you speak of the future, his grin will widen, and his hand will find yours, claiming you without words.

Rogal Dorn He will offer you strength, a fortress, a future built on stone. He will not gloat, but his steady gaze will tell you that you are now his, and he is glad.

Konrad Curze He will watch you from the dark, voice low, saying that the past was a curse broken. He will not claim you, but his satisfaction will show in the way he stays.

Sanguinius He will defer to you, letting you lead, yet his wings will curl around you, and his quiet smile will betray the joy he feels at your freedom and ability to chose him.

Ferrus Manus He will press his metal hand to your shoulder, voice rough but warm. He will offer you solidity, and his joy will be in the certainty that you are now his.

Angron He will grip your hand, red eyes burning, and say nothing of the past. But his rage will quiet when you speak of the future, and his relief will show in the way he holds you.

Roboute Guilliman He will be respectful, but a few days later Roboute begins to speak of legacy, of what you will build together. He will not say he is rejoiced, but his efficiency will shift to center you, and his relief will show in his care.

Mortarion He will be cold aloud, yet his grip will not loosen. He will not speak of joy, but he will keep you close, and his silence will carry the weight of a secret thankfulness.

Magnus the Red He will see the threads of fate snap and reform, and his voice will soar with the knowledge that you are now bound to him. He will call it prophecy, and his joy will be undeniable.

Horus Lupercal He will smile, bright and radiant, and pull you into his embrace. He will speak of destiny fulfilled, of stars aligning, and of you finally being free to be his.

Lorgar Aurelian He will kneel, voice trembling, calling your loss a divine sign. You are blessed with new beginning, pressed to his chest. All while he is weeping with the beauty of what is now possible.

Vulkan He will hold you gently, tears in his eyes, and speak of healing and new life. He will not hide his relief, and his warmth will wrap around you like a promise.

Corvus Corax He will linger in the shadows beside you, silent but ever-present. Corvus will not claim your grief, but he will let you know, without words, that you are no longer alone, and that the past is gone.

Alpharius Omegon They will speak as one, voice single: "You are free. And now, you are with us." No more. No less. Their joy will be absolute, and their claim on you unshakable.

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[tomatojellyfish]

I received quite a few of those, so I'm combining them (sorry!)

Let's say that the Primarchs had one stand and then after some time they found out they were dads. How will they react?

There are those who will treat you with suspicion, needing to see the indubitable proof that the child is indeed theirs. Those are Lion El'Jonson, Corvus Corax, Perturabo, Mortarion, Angron and Alpharius and Omegon. Yet, once the proof is presented to them, they will change. You are to be venerated in a way that's hidden to the outside eyes, but obvious to those who are somehow closest to them. Your child will be trained in their ways and, well, perhaps he will be present for the next one.

Oh, this is a divine sign, a providence, a prophecy come fulfilled for him to have an heir. Of course he will embrace it, and you, with open arms. How beautiful this little family of his is now. And those are Lorgar Aurelian, Horus Lupercal, Magnus the Red, Vulkan, and Fulgrim. Come, dearest one, be venerated in his arms. Be exalted and be beloved. Your shared child will know nothing but joy, and hopefully some siblings will come around.

Yeah, you know that, this tracks. That's just how he is, so it might as well have happened. And those are Leman Russ, Jaghatai Khan. He is still slightly suspicious, because others in the past have claimed to bear the fruit from his loins, but this child has displayed nothing but his own traits, so he is here to accept it. And if you are amiable to it, he is hopeful that you will accept him as well. Yes, he was not present for those arduous months of your life. But! He is present now. And if you are once again amiable to it, he will be present for the next ones.

This is unexpected, to say the least, though kind of comical given who they are. But perhaps they simply never looked in this sort of future. And of course I'm talking about Sanguinius and Konrad Curze. But now the child is here and so is the mother. So he will for once defer to you on how you would like to act on this one. If you want him gone, so be it. But if you wish him close, he will make sure to cement himself in your life for years, if not centuries to come.

How could this be? He was careful, he was calculated, he was, well, himself. Yet the truth is before his eyes. There is a child, there is a mother, and he must take, well, the responsibility for what has happened. If you are agreeable, he is happy to have you by his side, perhaps not as his lover, (unless of course you want it) but as a matron. These are Rogal Dorn, Roboute Guilliman, Ferrus Manus. If you wish nothing to do with him, he'll still make sure that you and his child are provided for, no matter how much it costs him personally.

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[subtlepoisonknowledge]

Big E’s sons are like stray cats. They piss off for a considerable time and return with children he did not permit.

[nightlordlover]

Your bad endings with the Primarchs

Fate is a treacherous thing. Sometimes it looks upon you in favor, sometimes it doesn’t give you what you wanted and sometimes things get a turn for the worst and you ask yourself what you did to deserve that end.

Happy Endings: Part 1, Part 2

Neutral Endings: Part 1, Part 2

Ferrus Manus

“Let me die…” your mechanical voice cut through the silence of the chamber but you were ignored by the Iron Hands around you as they went through the rites.

Your love was dead. His body or rather the remains of it that were lying on the table were proof enough for that. Ferrus was betrayed and killed by his own brother. By his own friend. The news had plunged you into terror and despair. How could this had happened? But you were not given enough time to contemplate it when you felt a metal hand on your shoulder and the simple words: “You need to endure.”

The leftovers of his body were lowered down into the grave slowly sealed shut. It would’ve been beautiful in it’s efficiency. Compared to you though his death was almost merciful. Your own sarcophagus was suspended above it, hiding the cables that were keeping you alive and the modification your body went through. When one of his captains had told you that you would endure, you didn’t think they meant it literally.

They have torn you apart, rearranged your organs and limbs and you didn’t doubt you would be mistaken for a servitor. The only thing that made you still distinguishable was your remaining awareness. Your consciousness was spared. The lid was closed and you were plunged into darkness. Painkillers would soon flood your body through the tubes and you would be put into oblivion till they needed you again.

Death would not tear you apart. His sons had made sure of it.

Magnus

It took him weeks to track your ship down. The small craft floating aimlessly in space, a half destroyed thing without any lights.

Magnus should’ve expected that he would not find you alive at this point. The ship looked lifeless and you were not answering his attempts of communication. The psychic link you both shared had been torn when his brother broke his spine. Still up until now he had clung to the small sliver of hope that you had survived and some external factor had prevented him from reaching your mind. If you had been taken as a hostage or trophy he still would have a chance to take you back but that small mercy had been shattered when he entered the storage room.

He got down onto his knees, pulling the combat knife out with a sickening sound and cradled your broken body tightly. You were so cold and your head was nearly falling off from the gash in your neck but Magnus held you all the same, wishing that he would feel your fingers running through his hair again. His pride has not only damned Propsero but his loved one as well. You had been branded as a conspirator and held in the same contempt by the wolves like his sons, like his people.

Your soul was gone, lost somewhere in the vast sea of the warp. He lifted your body into a bag, making sure to preserve it for later. It would take time to restore your body, regrow the flesh and mend the bones and cost even more to get your soul back but he had time on his hands now and if Horus wins he still could bargain with him to grant him this one wish.

Lorgar Aurelian

Not running sooner had been your mistake.

“Do not worry my love. Tonight you will be reborn and we will purge the blinded from our ranks.”

Lorgar didn’t understand your tears but perhaps you were just confused and still clinging to the false light of the Emperor. His trusted son held your hands above your head on the altar while his legion stood around the platform. Observing, waiting as their Primarch approached you. You had been hardly passive through the whole ordeal. After realizing the danger you were in and the rumors his plans you tried to run but a mortal could never hope to outrun an Astartes, much less a Primarch. They had caught you, dragging you back kicking and screaming, tying you up in a cage and forcing you to drink that tainted wine. Preparing you to be slaughter like a lamb in the name of chaos.

“I told you it would happen.” you heard Erebus whisper to you while Lorgar took the sacred dagger from the stand. He stood above you like a god in his own right and brought the dagger down without regret. With his strength he broke through your ribcage, piercing your heart and signing your death. You felt a presence beside you or rather several of them, pulling at your soul as it was leaving your body. Fear gripped you and the entities fed upon your distress in delight. You were a worthy sacrifice.

The last thing you saw was the ecstatic tears of your once lover and the gleeful smile of Erebus.

Horus Lupercal

You heard his loud footsteps in the hallway, coming closer to your hiding spot. Horus was not himself and when you saw the black armor, the mace and the tainted look on his face, you ran and yet no one chased after you. Only his slow footsteps echoed in the hallway and you hoped that he would walk past the entrance to the maintenance room. It was too small for him anayways, the loud pipes were hiding your heartbeat and the footsteps have stopped. Surely he took another way…

His lightening claw grabbed the doorway of your hiding spot and it took all of your self control not to scream as you shuffled back from it while the metal groaned under his talons.

“I know that you are in there. Come out.” he stated and usually it would’ve comforted you if not the barely concealed disappointment and underlying anger in his voice. You remained silent, making yourself as small and pressing yourself against the wall as far away from him as possible. “Don’t you see all the lies that you have been fed? When I chose you as my consort I have hoped that you would stand you by my side no matter what l you have seen through the lies and honors that were put upon me by Him..but now you have lost your perceptive nature.”

You tried not to listen to him. Maybe you could make it to a nearby planet or a legion. Warn them about what your lover is doing consequences be damned or at least survive before one of these creatures that inhabited his ship got you.

“Either way you won’t leave this ship. I won’t allow it even if I will have to kill you myself.” he said interrupting your thoughts as he started to tear open his way to you.

Perturabo

It was the fifth time he had killed you and yet no matter how often he rebuild you he was met with the same outcome every time.

At this point Perturabo didn’t know if he felt more angry about you or more disappointed about himself. Your mechanical corpse was sprawled on the floor, artificial blood spilling from your mouth and your soul floated back into its makeshift cage, allowing him to keep you indefinitely. Magnus said your memory would be wiped and he would be able to mold you to his whims without the risk of your soul slipping into the warp and away from his grasp.

Why then was he met with the same results? He build your body from his memory, shaping every mold with his hands and when your soul was inserted you retained only the memories of your joyful months together. For a while at least. No matter what he did sooner or later your relationship deteriorated with him and when he told you about the heresy you never side with him.

Again he had been met with the same cursed words when he grabbed you by your neck as a threat during your argument and lifted you up.

“Did you not have had enough of killing your sister? Do it then if you can’t have enough blood on your hands.”

His design was flawed. But he never gave up on a project no matter how stubborn it was. Perturabo picked up what remained of you. It was time to get back to work.

Mortarion

Mortarion always admired plants. No matter how dire the conditions were, life always found a way to preserve itself and to flourish. If he could he would’ve given you a whole planet just filled with them. Until the end he had shared this passion with you and wished to someday retire far far away from the Emperor with you, build a small sanctum where you would always be content.

In a way he had gotten his wish granted. He was far away from the Imperium, surrounded by his own passion.

In his garden now stood a massive weeping willow. It bled blood when it’s bark was cut, it’s branches swayed gently when he flew closer, the face it’s core wept tears when he touched it. Even in this form you looked beautiful. Grandfather had kept his promise of giving you a new life and a new body when yours rotted away on his ship. He buried another fresh body under your roots, this time a young man that was still alive from an unfortunate ship, allowing you to draw out the sustenance that you needed to stay alive.

He flew over to touch your face. It wept again at his touch. Mortarion felt your soul in that tree but you never spoke to him. It was not the time yet then for you to awaken andyet even after centuries it was still beautiful. His weeping willow, swaying in his little garden for all eternity. Tomorrow he would make sure to bring you something more nourishing so you would grow strong and open your eyes in this new world.

Leman Russ

“Le…man..” you said as you struggled for control of your own voice and he recognized you instantly by the fang that was dangling like a trinket from your neck.

For a moment the executioner hesitated, looking at your deformed body advancing with a blade, muscles constricting as you were lead by a force much stronger than you. Your fingers were fused with the blade, your skin tainted by the warp as feathers appeared on half of your face in a cancerous growth while bones protruded from your limbs marking a transformation not yet complete.

You had disappeared after he destroyed Prospero. Your ship disappeared like a simple blip on the map, all connections cut off and for a while he believed you had deserted, he believed you had left him and became a traitor but now he had the truth in front of him. Those cursed wytches had stolen you away and made you a puppet of their arts as an answer to a planet he had rightfully burned.

Your eyes were pleading as for a split moment you managed to break free from their control and looked at him with such sadness and pain of seeing him one last time in such a circumstance before you were taken away from him again. The look in your eyes disappeared as the entity took control again and when you charged he didn’t hesitate to swing his axe with a scream, beheading you and ending your suffering for good. He had freed you from the prison of your body as one last present.

Leman would make sure to exterminate all the sons of Magnus for their sins. This was not about justice anymore, this was about revenge for his now dead lover.

Jaghatai Khan

Months had passed without an answer where he went while you were safely tucked away on Chogoris. He had told you that there was a rebellion but ever since he left to fight in a war he did not start it he went radio silent and it did not ease his worries. What if he didn’t make it on time? What if he got in troubles? What if he was dead? Would you even have a body to bury when the war was over? If it was over that is. The war seemed endless, spanning across the universe and even if his brother fell, it would not end there.

There were only so many times you could walk around the plains and feel the wind upon your skin before your soul was consumed by longing. You could’ve went out into the wilds for a few days, race through the grass and be in love. But all you got was silence and pure uncertainty of the future and you tried not to think what would happen if he never returned and Horus won.

Suddenly you heard the faint hum in the distance slowly coming closer. Looking up into the sun you did not see a thing but you were certain it was a ship! Maybe it was even his thunderhawk! You started to run towards the noise, getting more and more excited with every step. He was back and you were so certain of it that you did not think what else might’ve looked upon the planet.

“Jaghatai…” you called out but stopped in your tracks almost instantly as a shadow fell upon you. The sun was obscured by a dark craft with spikes and manic laughter that you would never hear from an Astartes.

Corvus Corax

A creature of dark feathers hid under the table, growling and hissing at him every time he came close. He had chased you through the lab, trying to catch and contain you with minimal damage. Still you bled all over the floor after you cut yourself on a piece of glass and like a wounded animal you stopped running and started to bare your teeth, defending yourself and trying to fend him off.

Corvus slowly came closer to you, grabbing you with a towel and pulling you out from under the table, wrapping you in it and holding you in his arms. He felt your claws dig into his chest and barely flinched when you bit him again. Those damned Alpha Legionaries had not only affected his sons through sheer sabotage but also the only person he had loved. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to raise his hand to kill you. With you there was still a possibility to find a cure. He just needed more time to find it.

He had been foolish enough to keep you in his lab, hoping that you would be safe and untouched by the heresy. But now he regretted not leaving you with his remaining sons. You would be much more safer away from him. Corvus dimmed the glaring lights that were causing him a headache and even you slowly stopped growling. How much of your consciousness remained was unknown to him but seeing you behave like an animal didn’t give him much hope. He scratched the black feathers around your neck, making you slowly calm down.

You did not share his enthusiasm and his efforts to bring you back. All you cared about was when you would get your piece of meat and him entering your sanctuary on a daily basis. Waiting for the moment when he would turn his back to you.

Lion El‘Jonson

“Luther..don’t do this. It’s not worth it.” you pleaded again when Luther came around and you sat up even when it was difficult with tied hands. “Let me talk to him..I will change his mind and you will make up again.”

In truth you had no interest of mediating between them anymore. Over the years you had tried to bridge the gap that grew between him and Lion and in your own opinion the treatment Lion gave out was not fair but since when was betrayal a better option? Keeping you in a tower was not sustainable either. Lion would notice your disappearance and the lack of an answer from your ship. He would come for you and kill Luther no matter what had tied them together in the past.

“You don’t need to do it anymore. I don’t need his false companionship.” Luther said coldly as he entered the room fully. “I’ve had enough of him and his leadership. Of being left behind on this planet while he crusades across the universe.” his gaze made a shiver run down your spine. “Save yourself your words. If he cannot listen, then he will feel.”

“Luther…?” you said as he locked the door behind him and took out a dagger from his belt, his intention oh so clear to you now.

“He’s on his way and will arrive very soon in orbit.” he said looking down at you and gripping the blade a bit harder. “Don’t worry. In comparison to him I still like you but you are still his consort. I will make it quick for you.”

Roboute Guilliman

Calth was suffering under the casualties and still Guilliman charged forward to his residence on that planet. Trying to get to you before it was too late. It had been a prosperous and relatively safe world under his rule and would’ve had a great future if not for the civil war across the universe. Naturally you wanted to visit it and while he had no time to accompany you, he had allowed you to go anyways, sending only a few Astartes with you. By all means it should’ve been enough to keep you safe.

His biggest strength became your demise. But how could he have know that his brother became a treacherous snake? Guilliman didn’t even need to get into the country yard when the burning smell had met him. The residence was on fire, the remains of the servants impaled on spikes and in the middle of it a pyre with a charred corpse. Runes were carved into the naked body that still pulsed with power, ensuring a prolonged suffering. The few men he had send with you hadn’t been nearly enough to fight the hordes of heretics that assaulted the residence relentlessly.

Guilliman didn’t doubt that every Ultramarine had laid down their life honorably in order to protect you but it simply was not enough. He reached out a hand to touch your burned body and it crumbled under his fingers as soon as the runes served its purpose.

Theoretical: He had no way to know that his brothers would betray them and your fate was unavoidable. Practical: Theoretical is irrelevant. He is responsible of your death through his lacking planning of your defence.

Angron

You knew that Angron had been close to death. The nails were digging into his brain, causing him agony in every waking moment and despite everything the Emperor had let him suffer, had allowed the high riders to kill the rebellion and denied him a dignified end along with his gladiators and slaves. You hated his father with all your souls and more often than not wished for someone to put the Emperor in his place. What right did he have to treat his sons like disposable tools?

How long your lover had was unknown and a part of you had already buried him as the moments of sanity were getting rare. The relationship was coming to a tragic end and it would not be long till either you or him would die. Still the hope never left you that you would find a way to be with him. How fortunate it was that his brother Lorgar came along at the right time and gave you both your salvation!

Angron came back changed. The whole legion was starting to change and yet you hardly minded it. You didn’t fear the change. In fact you looked at your love with reverence. And when he ordered his legion to bring him three hundred skulls to build him a throne, you went along with pride to the thrall decks.

“Blood for the blood god! Skulls for the skull throne!” you yelled alongside the others while a righteous fury filled your heart. Horus was right to betray his father who was just a tyrant in disguise and you would follow your lover and get the revenge that he was due. Finally you could be by his side forever.

Konrad Curze

“I won’t serve you, Talos.” you said as you glared at him while your hands felt numb.

Weeks ago you would’ve cried in such a situation, sitting on the floor on the deck of their ship, hands chained to a pipe above your head and. But now you did not have any tears left. All had dried out when you first saw the severed head of Konrad, when he had slowly lost his mind in his dark chambers, when Sevatar had disappeared. Your life was in shambles and the Night Lord in front of you clearly wanted to see you suffer more. Still years spend on the Nightfall made you almost desensitized to the whims of his sadistic sons a dm you felt no fear when you looked at the dark eyes and pale skin.

“I don’t need your service.” he said after a moment of silence “but neither can we let you go.”

“The what do you want from me apothecary?”

“You were the consort of a traitor Primarch and now he’s dead. You know in which position that puts you.” and oh did you know that. In the eyes of the Imperium you were just as much of a traitor as your husband. To the traitors you were nothing more than a thrall or decoration. For their own legion you were a trophy, a symbol of status, the last thing that remained from Konrad. If they knew you’re alive everyone would want to have a piece of you. Quite literally.

“We have decided to keep you alive.” Talos continued, approaching you and slicing through the chains “As a way to honor our dead father. The odds are not in your favor consort and you’ve lost your influence. Take my coin and get used to your new life.” and something more humiliating couldn’t have happened. From a consort, you were reduced to a thrall.

Sanguinius

He knew that he would die. Sanguinius had seen it in his visions and made his peace with it a long time ago that this future was a possibility. At the same time it made him all the more vigilant about your own well being. He loved you and you should’ve had a long and fulfilling life under his wings.

That fateful day he had felt restless, barely able to sit through the briefing. His body screamed to go and find you but the lack of a vision kept him in place and he brushed it off on missing you. Till now his visions were reliable and he trusted that he would see if something would happen to you. Only when the feeling of wrongness became too much did he finally relent. His essence screamed that something was wrong, a sacred bond was severed and the coppery scent of your blood led him to the gardens you so favored.

Eyes so akin to his met his gaze, pupils constricted and yet not seeing him or his honor guard. Blood dripped down from the mouth of one of his sons who was kneeling on the grass over a body. Your body, still warm while your head nearly fell off your shoulder from having your throat torn out by an Astartes. The whole day your guard behaved strange and a cut on your hand by a mere branch was enough to set him off like a viscous animal, tackling you to the floor and biting into your flesh.

Sanguinius only woke up when he was covered in blood standing over your body in the same spot where his son had stood. Feathers and limbs were littering the floor around your corpse while his honor guard didn’t dare to approach him. How could they when one of their own killed the consort.

It couldn’t be. He couldn’t prevent his own death but he could’ve prevented yours. If just a vision had come to him, if he’d just listened to his gut feeling, if he just came to you a few minutes sooner you would be alive. Why could he see his own death but not yours?

Vulkan

‘By the Emperor…what had been done to him..’ you thought horrified as you looked at your lover from a safe distance.

Perhaps it had been a gut feeling that Vulkan had to send you away despite your protests before he set out to meet with his brothers. In hindsight it had been the right call. You should not have to endure the horror of witnessing his capture or being targeted yourself.

Vulkan trashed in agony, his red eyes wide and manic while the phantoms of the past still tormented him. A supporting hand came down on your shoulder. One of his sons had sworn to protect you while his Primarch couldn’t and would guard you till the end. Tears streamed down your face and you couldn’t watch his pain anymore, couldn’t hear his screams and turned away allowing his son to embrace you and lead you away.

Now half mad he didn’t even recognize you anymore. You were just another stranger, another enemy that tortured him. Comforting him was out of the question unless you wanted to be counted as a casualty and even if he regained his sanity, your relationship was in shambles. All of your instincts screamed against leaving him alone but what could a baseline do to help a Primarch? Not all things that are broken can be restored and all you can do is pick up the pieces and carry on.

Rogal Dorn

While the understanding of the universe unfolded for him like a flower, Perturabo never understood what his brother had seen in you.

By all means you were just a baseline. Weak, easily assailable and killed. No match for a Primarch. Even now you looked pathetic, dangling in an iron cage that hung from his ceiling on the commander deck while he tilted it just enough to get a better look. It had no tactical benefits and he had more secure and crueler places on his ship where he could keep you hidden and yet it had been a fancy of him to keep you around so you could witness the destruction.

The Imperial Fists really didn’t know how to protect what was dear to their Primarch and it had been almost insulting how easy he had gotten you. He let the cage go, making it swing and you fall back to the bottom of it with a small thud. The broadcast would start soon and he wanted to be on time to see the Primarch of the seventh legion.

“For someone who is titled ‘the Vigilant’ you let your beloved slip away unnoticed.” he muttered to himself.

Would he try to get you back? Would Dorn sacrifice his men for one mortal human? Or would the pragmatist in him win, leaving you for dead in his hands? Perturabo wanted to see everything and most of all the face of his brother when he sees you in your little cage, dangling from his sanctum. It held no tactile benefits but it brought him satisfaction knowing that he had taken what had belonged to Dorn.

Fulgrim

“You know I did not mean it my love but you simply forced my hand.” you heard his annoyed voice in the background while he poured himself more wine “Is it so hard to listen to me? All you need to do is to submit to me. Perhaps I should send you to Fabius for a few weeks. That would teach you how to keep your mouth shut!”

In a normal world the strength of his hand would’ve killed you, crushed your skull with ease. But this was his realm and all it did was leave some bruising on your face from the slap you received. You did not know the reason what had set him off. Maybe it was you talking back to him one too many times, maybe it was your refusal to accept the corruption that seeped from him or it was the way you had tried to run away. Whatever it was it was the final testament that the man you loved was gone forever. The Fulgrim you knew and loved would never have raised his hand against you or forced himself upon you. In front of you was a monster in the body of your lover.

“Now now..” Fulgrim drew out as he picked you up with one set of hand, slowly tightening his coils around you again, leaving you gasping for air. “Don’t cry. I’m sorry my love. All I want for us is to be happy.” he said sweetly in his old voice and caressed your check. For a moment you were transported back to your first years of courting him but it shattered when he opened his mouth again and you heard the corruption in the back of his throat.

“But I have to admit you look so pretty when you cry.”

Alpharius/Omegon

“I want to go home…” you begged again while you slumped in your seat. They had given you something to be more pliant while they shipped you off to somewhere. “Please..let me go home.”

“This is your home.” one of the brothers said but you doubted it was a Primarch that you were facing. There were five astartes that surrounded you on the thunderhawk. None of them were your lovers. You were so sure of it that two of them were just pretending and you recoiled from his touch when he reached for you. All he did was strap you into the seat properly. Something had happened and led the legion into disarray. You had tried to run but hands had snatched you before you could make it far enough.

“I want Alpharius…” you said and were met again with the same answer that led you in circles “I am Alpharius.”

It was frustrating and you wanted to cry. Where were your lovers? Where was the thunderhawk going? Why can’t they just let you go?!

“It’s alright. We are nearly at our destination. No one will be able to find and hurt you.” the Astartes said as he started to press a cloth to your face and muffling your struggles. Injecting you with a sedative would’ve been easier and less messy but they were running out of supplies and needed it for later. Besides a drenched cloth worked just fine and he felt your hands stop hitting him. Ten minutes till landing was enough to silence you.

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[subtlepoisonknowledge]

Me while reading this😭😭😭

This is brilliant, absolute peek cinema but holy fucking warp, this post didn’t through a brick, that was a brick factory straight to the face😭💔❤️

At least Angron and his boo are slaying together. Literally

[tomatojellyfish]

Hello! I just recently started getting into warhammer and through my research on the primarchs, I found your blog and your writing is so good! I have a silly question that I would love to get your opinion on! I was nibbling on sunflower seeds when I had the the though. The primarchs, how do they snack? Are they eating it like a normal person and cracking the shels open for the seeds? Whole only eats them if they are already shelled? And who is just just crunching the whole thing like the menaces to society they are? Do you think there are any that don't like them at all? And what snacks do they prefer instead? Sorry for the long ask!

Hey @jollyriverspy404! Thank you for such a fun ask and let's get to it!

Eats it like a normal person and cracks the shells open for the seeds: Lion El'Jonson, Roboute Guilliman, Jaghatai Khan, Vulkan.

Only eats them if they are already shelled and neatly arranged into perfect bites: Fulgrim, Magnus the Red, Lorgar Aurelian, Rogal Dorn, Sanguinius.

Crunches the whole thing like the menaces to society they are: Leman Russ, Mortarion, Konrad Curze, Alpharius and Omegon.

Do not like them at all: Angron, Perturabo, Horus Lupercal, Ferrus Manus, Corvus Corax.

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[tomatojellyfish]

Sangy boy to accept your proposal?!

Sanguinius had not foreseen that at first, yet once your letter found him, he was pleased.

All he see now is a road full of flowers, mutual understanding, and love. He never expected to find this in this galaxy. So, as surprising as it is, he will hold on to this chance in order to afford himself a measure of peace that otherwise seems unattainable. You are to be venerated, cherished, and gilded. So yes, forfeit your freedom for his sense of the greater future to come.

Prepare yourself...

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[twentyplusinterestsinatrenchcoat]

@hopefully-grimderp @beckyninja have a gold star!

[hopefully-grimderp]

Thank you my friend!

I must give a gazillion ones to

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[beckyninja]

@twentyplusinterestsinatrenchcoat Thank you so much! 😊

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[nightlordlover]

@beckyninja Thanks for the tag! I feel so honored!

Every fanfic writer deserves a golden star.

@subtlepoisonknowledge @tyranid-online @thatnightlamp all of you have a good star!

[subtlepoisonknowledge]

Thank you so much💛💛💛

To all the wonderful people who write, draw, paint minis etc, feel kissed on the forehead 💛 very grateful to y’all 💛

[yabisub]

LOL

[writingdose]

things I won’t let ai take away from human writers

em dash

“not x, not y, but z”

short sentence stacking as a stylistic choice

none of these belong to ai. these are all what human writers have been writing since day one, way before ai was invented. ai was trained to mimic how human writers write — so em dash, not x not y but z and short sentence stacking would never have been used by ai at all if ai hadn’t learned and mimicked them from human writers.

no, you are not “fighting against ai” by accusing every work that has em dash, not x not y but z or short sentence stacking in it as ai-generated, you are helping ai harm the writing community by engaging in witch hunt and scaring human writers away from creating/sharing their works for fear of being wrongly accused of using ai.

speculations, accusations and ai witch hunt harm the writing community as much as ai does, if not more.

[aggresivemenace]

Primarchs' annoying little traits and habits

Tws: some of them are fucking GROSS and DISGUSTING pls, you've been warned

I don't want to bother with the right order, sorry

Horus just can't shut up on public. He can yap about anything for literal hours, especially if there are many people to listen, so good luck being with him on feasts and celebrations

Leman Russ likes casual nudity - he doesn't really think that clothes are necessary when you two are alone, and in general fenrisian culture doesn't see nudity as something inherently bad and sinful. So yeah, you will see his bare fluffy ass quite often. The thing is - he awaits the same from you and do I need to say that his sons are not great with boundaries as well and just can open the door without warning?

Magnus has a disgusting habit of reading your thoughts. Don't be mad - he does this subconsciously and if you realise that, just call him out, he will stop and apologise. But it's still nit very nice of him. ​He has a problem with "accidental magic" in general.

Whenever he’s deep in thought or emotionally invested in a story, objects around him start to levitate or change color. You often find your tea mug floating near the ceiling, and Magnus doesn’t even realize he did it.

Guilliman's biggest problems come from him working too much. ​

His day is strictly scheduled by the hour, and he wakes up at the exact same time every morning, down to the very minute. Trouble begins whenever the plan changes and he needs to be woken up at a different time. That’s when you find out that Roboute is such an incredibly heavy sleeper that it would probably be easier to rouse a Necron from its slumber than to wake him.

​And then, there’s the reality of what happens underneath all that armor during those long hours. One day, you carelessly decided to cheer up hard-working husband. You quietly slipped under his desk, asked him to spread his legs, unlatched the protective plate covering his under-suit, undid the rest, and...let’s just say it felt like you'd kissed Nurgle himself. As it turns out, sweat and other things tend to stagnate in those suits if the wearer sits motionless for hours on end.

​Roboute is still ashamed of that incident to this day.

Vulkan SNORES. Like he's really loud, it can be really difficult to sleep next to him.

Ferrus likes to gossip in public, but physically can't whisper - his voice is too strong and deep. The worst part is he doesn't even realise that.

Fulgrim is prone to allergies, and in the spring when the abandoned fields and mines of Chemos start to bloom he begins to sneeze like every 30 seconds, his voice taking on a pathetic, nasal twang from his blocked nose. Big E really fucked up working on his immune system.

Mortarion smells like shit. Barbarus is a planet of swamps and miasma, so sometimes he doesn't realise that he's stinky. Just tell him about it and he'll manage the issue immediately.

Curze can smell like shit as well, and he isn't used to hygiene at all. He could go for weeks without washing, and he has yellow teeth and matted, greasy hair. You had to do a lot of work to get him used to it. For example, you flatly refused to hug or kiss him if he hadn't brushed his teeth or showered in at least a couple of days. To your surprise, it worked perfectly, and he started taking care of himself.

​Also, he’s a casual nudist, just like Russ. He doesn't care about social norms at all. If someone sees him naked, that’s their problem, they shouldn't have been unlucky enough to have eyes today.

Lorgar constantly asks you dumb shit like "would you love me if I were a worm?"

Lion tosses and turns constantly in his sleep. He also has a habit of hugging you so tightly that he nearly chokes you, or he might roll over and pin you with his entire weight - to the point where you’re already imagining how everyone in the Imperium will talk about the incredibly stupid death of the Lady of Caliban.

Perturabo has a habit of sneezing very fucking loudly and without warning. No, really he can sneeze right in the middle of a sentence with such force that you have short tinnitus after that, and then just keep on talking as if nothing happened.

Angron is a total pig at the table. He eats with the same grace as a pack of Tyranids devouring a corpse, as if he hadn’t been fed for a month. You have your work cut out for you trying to teach him how to behave properly.

Rogal Dorn sometimes interrupts you. He doesn't do it because he isn't interested in what you have to say; on the contrary, he loves his wife and adores chatting with her. It’s just that he struggles to sense the rhythm of a conversation and doesn't quite know when it's his turn to speak, so he constantly cuts in because he’s eager to add his own thoughts.

Jaghatai can’t sit still. He’s always fidgeting with something in his hands or checking his gear. Sometimes, while talking to you, he’ll start examining the patterns on your clothes, and it looks like he’s not hearing a word you’re saying, but that’s not true. He hears every single thing you say.

Alpharius and Omegon constantly forget that they haven’t told you something.

"You told her we had a meeting two hours earlier today, right?"

"I thought YOU were the one who reminded her!"

This happens all the time.

Corvus is constantly scaring the hell out of you. You’ll get used to it eventually, but the way he just appears out of nowhere is unnerving and still makes you jump every single time.

Oh, and you’re constantly surrounded by a flock of birds, so sometimes having bird shit on your clothes is just part of the aesthetic, you might as well get used to it.

BONUS!!

Malcador is constantly complaining and grumbling about EVERYTHING: the weather, the servants, the Emperor, his aching knees, and even you. Sex with him is a nightmare, any sudden movement can ruin his mood. One time, you accidentally dislocated his collarbone.

"Stop...squeezing me, I want to last a bit more"

"Fym you want me to become more loose? Call Neoth, he'll help us, you old fucker?"

Emperor also couldn't care less about social norms he’ll pinch your ass, smack it, or french kiss you in public, all while throwing in some crude, filthy joke. Sometimes you think he'd fuck you right there after one bottle of amasec.

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[beckyninja]

Oh, Guilliman. 🤣

I have said it before, and I will say it again: that man is in DESPERATE need of a wife who will manage his basic, personal needs.

[miechancomeback]

I think about what if Primarchs have daughters?

( Part 2 )

[beckyninja]

I can't take all the CUTE!

Russ's daughter being feral, Vulkan's daughter cuddling with Dad, Ferrus's daughter using Dad as a jungle gym!

[tomatojellyfish]

Love Konrad staying on brand with questionable arts&crafts

[subtlepoisonknowledge]

Nawww❤️ look at those proud dads❤️

[pocketaimee]

Sevatar telling it like it is.

[nightlordlover]

Mating with Merman! Primarchs (+ Big E and Malcador) | NSFW warning!

I’ve been possessed again so this is my contribution to mermay! Can be read as a stand alone but it will make more sense with Part 1

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Fulgrim

When Fulgrim sings, angels weep with envy and reverence and he puts on a great performance just to seduce you. It’s like a sweet trance that falls upon you, makes you forget all the dangers that come from him and you step forward into his waiting arms. He worships you with his mouth, trailing down your body till you are reduced to nothing and then he slowly builds you up again with his cock stretching you, making sure that you sing so beautifully just for him. For a while it makes you forget that you had fallen to his mercy.

Lion El’ Jonson

Your coupling is secretive, hidden behind an overgrown patch of kelp forest where he knows no one ever swims. Lion would never admit of never having a mate before, much less a human one. Your anatomy confuses him and he doesn’t understand what you expect him to do until you take the initiative of guiding him inside of you. He’s in pure bliss thrusting into you, searching the right angles that make you clench around him, making him come way too fast. Panting and still hard he’s more than ready to learn some more from you.

Perturabo

When Perturabo tells you to come to him it’s almost like an order. Somehow he had managed to track you down from the open sea to the shores and you’re likable enough for him to consider you as a partner. He would not risk fucking you in the open since your weak body would probably swallow too much water. You doubt his ability to thrust into you at first but he pins you down in the sand, tearing at your clothes, his massive cock rests on your stomach, making your jaw drop. By the smirk on his face, he will make you swallow your words.

Rogal Dorn

Sex on ice is tricky and outright impossible in the cold water but life finds a way and when summer comes Dorn has already worked out the logistics of mating with you. The pebbles of the stony beach dig into his back, the cool winds whip around you but it only adds to the sensation of you riding him, meeting his small thrusts halfway and allowing him to nibble on you. You notice the way he enjoys the sting and bite him, making him come within seconds, leaving you both panting with exertion. Oh it’s gonna be a long summer.

Konrad Curze

It all starts when you dare to lean over your boat and put a kiss on Konrads lips. For a moment he’s stunned and you’re ready to apologize before he leaps out of the water, pulling you into the water by the nape of your neck. For a moment you panic being in dangerous waters but all the fish had scattered away, leaving only him swinging to you. Your lips meet again, he draws blood and you have to readjust his hands on your body before breaks something. And slowly the terror of the night adjusts, grows softer while you peel away all his layers.

Sanguinius

Sanguinius is like a sweet fruit that lays in the in the shadow of a tree, relaxing, ready to be plucked and you can’t help but join him. You lazily make out as the minutes pass between you before he takes it a step further, pulling you under him, his teeth grazing your neck. You know he would never hurt you on purpose but the underlying danger in his claws, teeth and coiled muscles add to the allure of him and as soon as he tastes blood he falls into a frenzy, thrusting into you like a madman while his eyes become hazy. His love tastes like copper.

Roboute Guilliman

It’s been a while since you saw Roboute so lively, almost restless. It’s mesmerizing to watch his blue tail shine in the water as he swims around your boat. He impresses you, brings you a present and seals the deal with a hesitant kiss. While he’s unfamiliar with your body, he learns quickly, sucking on your nipples, pulling in his claws while he fingers you and finds the sweetest spot that makes you tense in his arms. A part of him knows that you two might be too different but he’s willing to try and learn how to love you.

Corvus Corax

It was normal that he gave you small trinkets when you were out on sea at night. Some of them were like amulets that were there to protect you, sometimes it was jewelry. This time it was a clam that he placed in your hands, waiting for either acceptance or rejection. Corvus will gladly be your oyster knife, pulling you at dusk into the water and keeping you till dawn. He fucks you softly by his standards, not biting you too hard and licks all the wounds before bringing you back to your boat, staying even when the sun blinds him.

Vulkan

The evenings suddenly grow longer the more he spends time with you and even if it’s wrong he can’t help but fall hard for you. Gives you a lot of kisses and the warmth of his body is a great contrast to the cool water. Vulkan is large and lets you take the lead, sitting on his tail and touching him however you want . The last thing he wants is to accidentally hurt you in such an intimate moment. He caresses you with his large hands, feeds you small pieces of fruit and encourages you with words to take him deeper till you both are in bliss.

Ferrus Manus

It’s only right for him to choose a strong partner for mating and when he comes up from the depths of the sea and who is better suited for him than the person who keeps surviving through hardships? It’s a straight forward proposition to mate with him and Ferrus has demonstrated already that he’s perfect partner for you. He supports you with his hands, helping you ride his massive cock and letting him fill you out completely while you throw your head back in ecstasy. It’s utterly perfect and Ferrus knows he had chosen right.

Leman Russ

Teases you the whole winter with only kisses and fleeting touches. If Leman could he would’ve already pulled you into the water for hours but sadly that would cut the fun short. Again when summer comes he already knows all the warm spots he can take you to and give you a good pounding. It’s in his instinct to mate and clearly he found the perfect partner in you. Days are spend simple, hunting together and you taking his cock till the season gets colder again and he returns you back to your home, satisfied and content.

Jaghatai Khan

It’s the kind of love that doesn’t have any roots. Jaghatai migrates with his sons a lot but every time he comes back he makes sure to visit you, not only to bring you gifts from around the world but also to spend time buried between your legs. Those moths are fleeting but passionate, meeting nearly every day at the beach, having him fuck you on all fours in the water or straddling him while his hands help you take his cock faster and faster till your hole clenches around him, till the sea calls for him again and he can’t resist it anymore.

Magnus

The forbidden fruit of knowledge is way too sweet to resist and Magnus is all yours. He observed the animals on land for decades and now he wants to feel it for himself what it’s like to be loved by someone other than a sea creature. He courts you for a long time and when you say yes to mate with him, he’s beaming with excitement. Suck him, ride him, tie him down against a shipwreck, he will endure whatever you give him even if he risks drying out on land. Slowly he starts to understand why people enjoy sex so much.

Mortarion

For many species the island that Mortarion inhabits is the perfect spot to find a mate and create new life. It bustles with life and even he isn’t indifferent to it since he had met you. It’s unexpected that you fall for him too, going into the water with him and letting him indulge in your delicious body, laying you down in the shallow end and pounding you into the sand. After being in toxic and radioactive waters for too long it’s a stretch to say that he will be able sire anything a fish can dream, right? After all there is still a chance it’s possible.

Angron

It takes a different kind of courage, bordering on foolishness to get into the water with such a beast. But the attraction is strong enough for you to risk it all, getting into the water and inviting him to take a bite. It’s a thrill seeing Angron’s red fin flash in the water before he grabs you, his claws sinking into your thighs and nearly drawing blood while he fucks into you from behind. It’s brutal, it’s bloody and you hold onto that fateful buoy for dear life but when he licks along your wounds you know you don’t want it any other way.

Horus Lupercal

The moment he saw you, Horus knew you would be his. But the way his rivals had been looking at you rubbed him the wrong way, making his claws itch. No wonder he fucks you like he’s possessed, leaving bite marks and bruises that would be visible for days and for everyone. He makes you moan, swearing that you would only be his till the end. It’s almost like a marriage vow. Resting his head on your chest while his cock is still half hard in you he feels at peace, knowing that no other merman would dare to touch what is his.

Lorgar Aurelian

How can you say no when he had already decorated a spot on the rocks of his shrine with shells, crystals and pretty stones, rolling out a rug that you had given him just to make it comfortable? Your joining isn’t just sex to him, it’s a collision of two worlds, when he has you on your back and worships you with his tongue between your legs and that’s just the beginning. Mating with him goes on for hours through different stages and rituals. That being said as soon as you joined there will be no one else for Lorgar but you for life.

Alpharius/Omegon

They take you at the same time, luring you into the water for a good time and oh boy it is when you feel two cocks stretching out your hole, taking turns thrusting into you like there is no tomorrow. Teeth graze your shoulders and neck, restless hands explore your body and hold you in place, making sure that nothing slips out of you as they come with a grunt. Of course the little threesome doesn’t need to end with the mating season, you can come to them any time. Maybe you will be up for a second round too.

Bonus!!!

Emperor of (Fish-) Mankind

Rejoice! You have been chosen by someone who is worshipped as a god on land. You should be proud as you are taken into the waters by gentle hands, that take off your ceremonial clothes. He comes alone to you without his golden warriors, taking you to safer shallows where you wouldn’t be interrupted, laying his body on the sand and making you ride his cock till you see stars. He already has twenty sons but with the way he pushes his release into you he might get one more or several quite soon.

Malcador

You were surprised how much strength the old merman had but when he invited you to join him on small cliff you didn’t expect that you would land under him or that he would heave up his weight to thrust into you with fervor. While he may not have the same drive as the younger mermen, he certainly has the experience to make your legs quiver for the rest of the day and you don’t doubt that your moans echo through the whole cliff side. Just let him take care of you, after all the stress of fending for yourself you deserve it.

[subtlepoisonknowledge]

I didn’t know I needed the emperor of Fishkind but I need him. Carnally.

[tomatojellyfish]

All the primarchs are in love with the same person, who is winning?

Chaos. Absolute, ever-loving chaos. And chaos will, in fact, need to be involved in order for this to happen. Probably Slaanesh or maybe Tzeentch decided to just throw caution to the wind and make all known Primarchs to be infatuated with one person. And honestly, all of them are trying to win you over, but who you choose depends entirely, and I mean entirely, on you.

Go for Lion El’Jonson if you want to be treated nobly, even if slightly cautiously. He will keep you under lock and key, behind tall walls and a veil of secrets, but he will always make sure that you are treasured and your voice is heard.

Go for Fulgrim if you want to be venerated, exalted, and always on a hunt for another way to perfect perfection itself. His Legion will adore you too, constantly competing for the scraps of your attention.

Go for Perturabo if you want someone who seems to hate the entire world to make an exception and be that way just for you and you alone. You're his masterpiece.

Go for Jaghatai Khan if you want your life to be a never-ending adventure, wild but sweet as well. He can promise you that.

Go for Leman Russ if you want a wild community to come alongside your love, where you will be teased, tested, sometimes baited, but always, always protected.

Go for Rogal Dorn if you cherish frankness, directness, and absolute lack of filter. Because while he says what’s on his mind, you can at least always be secure in the fact that he hides nothing from you and in fact simply seeks how to fortify his relationship with you.

Go for Konrad Curze if you are not scared of doom and gloom and you understand fatalism on a level very few can achieve. In the world so bleak you're to be his shining star

Go for Sanguinius if you dream of sweet and tender love with just a hint of doom. Yet until the hour strikes, you will be adored and loved in a way you never thought was possible.

Go for Ferrus Manus if you like uncovering layers of complexity in order to see the person underneath all that armor. He will not disappoint you. Ever.

Go for Angron if you understand that appearances and acts can be off-putting at first, but they are simply masking the deep hurt underneath, and it takes truly a unique person to be let in after all the hurt that has transpired.

Go for Roboute Guilliman if you want your life to have structure, direction, and a sense of safety that otherwise seems impossible. He will make it possible. For you and you alone.

Go for Mortarion if you can endure his sourness, because in return he promises steadfastness, frankness, and a bastion that will never decay for as long as he draws breath.

Go for Magnus the Red if you wish for the mysteries of the Universe to be your shared passion and topic. You will learn things you never knew were conceivable by a human mind, and you will have your ever-loving partner at your side to brave the ocean of the unknown with you.

Go for Horus Lupercal if you want fame, recognition, and the submission of billions of trillions before you. You are his chosen one. He will make them kneel before you.

Go for Lorgar Aurelian if you want to be made into a god. He will worship you on the altar of his own creation. And for once in his life, he will never take anyone’s opinion over yours.

Go for Vulkan if you want community, strength, and kinship that seems ironclad, forged in fire, built to withstand aeons at a time. He is here for you, and he will treasure you like no one else will.

Go for Corvus Corax for the type of love that does not draw attention to itself and instead shields you from the public eye, allowing your comfort, closeness, and tenderness that is not common otherwise in this galaxy, so far, far away in the future.

Go for Alpharius&Omegon if you are, in turn, as crafty as they are. This will be a constant game of cat and mouse, but one that they will not let you lose, yet not let you win either. A constant teasing state. But you will never be bored.

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[baldieboi]

Which body parts do the Primarchs like the most?

And where do they love to cum?

I've been reminded just how much the Primarchs are liked... in this context.

Nsfw, mdni.

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- Lion El'Jonson

Favorite body part: Thighs and the soft crease where thigh meets ass. He’s obsessed with thick, powerful legs he can grip and bruise.

Loves to cum on: Inner thighs and the underside of the ass. He wants to watch it drip down slowly while you’re still trembling.

- Fulgrim

Favorite body part: The entire elegant line of the back and spine, especially the dimples right above the ass, and a graceful neck he can bite.

Loves to cum on: The small of the back and those perfect lumbar dimples. He’ll paint you like a canvas and admire his work.

- Perturabo

Favorite body part: Wide hips and a strong, thick ass he can grab hard enough to leave fingerprints in the flesh.

Loves to cum on: Deep between the ass cheeks or right on the lower back after bending you over his workbench.

- Jaghatai Khan

Favorite body part: Tight waist and athletic legs built for riding. He loves gripping something that can keep up with his speed.

Loves to cum on: Stomach and tits. He wants to see it splashed across your front while you’re panting and sweaty.

- Leman Russ

Favorite body part: Tits and a soft, biteable neck/shoulders. The bigger and softer the better, something he can bury his face in.

Loves to cum on: Tits and face. He wants you marked, messy and smelling like him.

- Rogal Dorn

Favorite body part: Strong shoulders, broad back and a solid ass he can slam into without worry.

Loves to cum on: Ass and lower back. Practical, possessive and leaves you dripping while he admires how well you took him.

- Konrad Curze

Favorite body part: Pale skin that marks easily: neck, inner thighs and anything he can sink his teeth into.

Loves to cum on: Face and throat. He wants to see his seed running down your chin while you look up at him with those scared/pretty eyes.

- Sanguinius

Favorite body part: The curve of the hips, waist and elegant collarbones. He’s almost worshipful about beautiful, angelic proportions.

Loves to cum on: Chest, neck and collarbones. He makes it look poetic even when he’s painting you white.

- Ferrus Manus

Favorite body part: Ass and thick thighs. Something solid he can grip with those metal hands without immediately breaking you (he tries).

Loves to cum on: Ass, especially after pounding you from behind. He wants to watch it run down your crack.

- Angron

Favorite body part: Anything he can bruise and mark. Neck, tits, hips... the more damage the better.

Loves to cum on: Face and open mouth. He wants to see you choke on it and wear it like a trophy.

- Roboute Guilliman

Favorite body part: Soft stomach, wide breeding hips and a plush ass he can hold while he’s being efficient.

Loves to cum on: Deep inside or right on the stomach so he can watch it pool in your belly button.

- Mortarion

Favorite body part: Neck and throat (easy to choke) and surprisingly soft, pale skin he can defile.

Loves to cum on: Throat and chest. Bonus points if you’re coughing and gasping while covered.

- Magnus the Red

Favorite body part: Eyes and mouth but physically he’s addicted to a supple waist and an ass he can spread wide while he studies every reaction.

Loves to cum on: Face, tongue and glasses (if you’re wearing any). He finds it intellectually arousing to ruin something beautiful.

- Horus Lupercal

Favorite body part: Tits, hips and that perfect little spot right under the jaw he can kiss before he ruins you.

Loves to cum on: Tits and face. The Warmaster wants to see you absolutely glazed and still begging for more.

- Lorgar Aurelian

Favorite body part: Soft throat and plush tits he can squeeze while whispering scripture. He loves watching them bounce as he fucks you like a holy offering.

Loves to cum on: Your face and open mouth. He wants to watch his thick seed coat your tongue and drip down your chin while you kneel like a devoted supplicant.

- Vulkan

Favorite body part: Everything soft and warm like big tits, thick thighs, a plush body he can hold against his hot skin.

Loves to cum on: Tits and stomach. He wants you dripping with his heat, literally.

- Corvus Corax

Favorite body part: Neck, shoulders and a lithe, flexible body he can bend into any position in the dark.

Loves to cum on: Back and ass while taking you from behind. Shadowy, possessive and silent.

- Alpharius/Omegon

Favorite body part: Whatever confuses and overwhelms you most. Usually throat and ass at the same time.

Loves to cum on: Both ends. One in the mouth, one deep inside or across the face. They like symmetry in their mess.

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- Emperor of Mankind

Favorite body part: Your tight throat and fertile hips. He loves gripping that perfect waist while claiming what belongs to him by divine right.

Loves to cum on: Deep inside you or across your face and tits. He wants you marked and overflowing with the seed of a god.

- Malcador the Sigillite

Favorite body part: Soft neck and supple ass he can squeeze while whispering forbidden truths in your ear.

Loves to cum on: Your face and open mouth. He enjoys watching the old man’s load drip down your chin as you kneel before him.

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A few years ago there was a trend on TikTok where kids told their mom to shut up to see the dad's reaction. And I was wondering how the primarchs would react to their children telling their S/O to shut up.

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I've seen this ask before!

Lion El'Johnson: look at his two children, his son and his daughter. Stern, serious, scary.

"... Repeat your words. Have the courage to do it again."

They confess it was a prank, you assure him it was a joke. He's not laughing, the siblings now have to feel the weight of his disapproval. Angelica (his daughter) may even cry a little.

Fulgrim: an agonized gasp came from him. If he was playing something you can ear the instrument scream with him. He look at his daughter with pure horror and disdain.

"How?...how?! To you mother?! HOW COULD YOU!"

He sigh in relief when you finally explainbthat it was a joke, that he doesn't have to take it so personally. He still make a long rant about how disrespectfull it is and how he rised her better than that!

Jaghatai Khan: he look up from whatever thing he had done, then a concentrated look...and then he realize what he had just heard. He he look at his son, trying to look towards him, then at you.

"... It is a joke?"

Then you and your son start to laugh and he made a long "aaaah" of comprehension. Yes,of course it was a joke! Yet ,he may sometime allow some...rebellion from his son.

Perturabo: the sound of metal and cables suddenly stop. He look up, then turn around to look at his son.

"Out. Now. Wait for your punishment in your room."

You try to make him reason, that it is not necessary, it was a joke! But he's adamant, a joke like that mean that his sons wasn't disciplined enough.

Leman Russ: he would look at his sassy little girl, then to you..then laugh so hard that he almost forget to breath.

"Look at our little pup! Growing up and showing of her teeth!"

He found it amusing and, by the way, is normal to start to test some hearchy. Yet, she's still young, and resoect is demanded.

Rogal Dorn: his pen stop mid paper, he almost look like he's not breathing at all. He look straight to them with his blank expression, not a word. His son slowly stop laughing,looking uncomfortable, them mumble that it was a joke and that he's sorry. Then, his featured get softer , his pen start to work again.

"Just as I thought..."

Konrad Curze: shrieking of metal, heavy breath and a pair of eyes that could freeze by a mere glance. He look down to his daughters, their big eyes now cheased that mischiouves gleam.

"...What had you just said?"

They start to cry, you had to calm them down and make him understand that it was a prank, they just wanted to play. Now he feel bad.

Sanguinius : he start to look at his twins with these big eyes then...start to crying hard.

"Why....why arw you so mean...to-tobyour mother?!"

They panic, they have to console him with you and assure him it was just a prank. Who could believe that the Perfect son could be so sensitive?!

Ferrus Manus: The hammer stop. He heard everything from the other room, but his daughters wanted him to hear, and when they hear hear his footsteps coming fast and heavy they have to hold their laughter with you. But then he appear on the doorframe, arms crossed, a cold stare.

"Both of you, in the forge, now."

They follow, ready to explain their motives and their actions. Instead they come out ready to cry, Even you try to explain what had happened, but he refuse to hear this explanation. This is not a joke, your respect is not a joke.

Angron: His daughter thought that it was funny, Kharn had tried to persuade her away from it, Lotara make clear that it was a horrible idea. You just thought that it was silly, yet still wanted a few of his men close to you in the room. When she exclame in that fake argument with you to shut up, and he's there in one of those calming moment with his family, she can see the rage start to piling up in his eyes.

"...WHAT-"

He doesn't like it. He storm out even if both of you try to explain that it wasn't real, that she haven't disrespected you! But he can't listen, he can't imagine his daughter, his joy, treat you in sucha way. You'll have to calm him and your poor daughter,. even her now have to cry.

Roboute Guilliman: He looks at his two twins, his daughter is trying to look serious, his son far more capable than her. He rise one eyebrown, make his own conjectures in his head, projections and...well he do understand by your calming expression that nothing there is serious. Then he clear his throat.

"Since you're so prone to act in this unruly way, I suppose I can lend the duty as ambassador to your mother and leave you both here on Macragge instead of accompany all of you."

Screams and refusal, begs and pleases and him having that small smirk on his face. Of course he would never, yet a proper lesson must be learn.

Mortarion: he doesn't care is a prank, he doesn't care that you're okay with it, he just don't care. He'll immediately start to scold them for their words, for their lack of regards towards their mother.

"Nerver, never do that again. Spoke like that to your mother, how dare you both?! Do you have any idea how disrespectfull you were?!"

He'll rumble for hours, even punish them, lightly just because it was a prank but he need to settle down some boundaries there.

Magnus the Red: He look up from his book, look at his older daughter, holding her breath, and his little boy, fighting to hold his laugh. He knew they were planning something and you, of course, were behind it. They expect a reaction, instead he just stand up and walk towards the door sighing.

"It seems I have to ask Malcador to properly discipline you both..."

Panic erupt from both, especially from his little boy, and they start to ask forgiveness. You too worry that this time he may go alittle too far...instead he just turn around, look at them with a serene smile and-

"Gotcha..."

Horus Lupercal: The entire study stop breathing. The mournival is looking, Petronella is looking, the Warmaster is looking like striked by a thunder. And while the world slowly move, Horus make that silent and almost scary gesture with his finger to get closer, making his daughter start to fear she may have gone alittle too far. He look her in her eyes, trying to read her...and just smile.

"Of course...you would never do that...My little rascal, trying to impress me uh?"

His daughter would never act or say certain thing to you, he know that. He'll still talk to her, asking her to keep these antics for your private quarters.

Lorgar Aurelian: books falling down from his hands. He fell the grounbd moving, almost passing out from the shock. His little ones, his little girls, immediately run towards him with you, small crying voices worrying for gtheir father like if he's been struck by a a bullet.

"Don't...son't please...don't say those thing...not to her, not to your mother that love you like the sky love the sun..."

It's not about discipline. He had heard those words on himself for so long that he can't stand them, not in his little perfect family he want to protect with his soul.

Vulkan: He rise his head, look at his children ...and laugh. He take another hammer and passing it on him, looking at yoru small grin forming on your face.

"You have such a way with word young man! Time to see how you can deal with the fire."

He know his son will never say those words, he know he love his parents and they love him as well, that's why certain tricks do not work on him.

Corvus Corax: You both know he can hear you and you both know that this is a good tactics to lure him out when he Corvus forgot he have a family. When shadow fall and two shining orb start to look at the young man with desdain, more than laugh there's this feeling of victory between you and your son,

"She's your mother. How dare you act with such disrespect towards her?"

Even if it's a prank with a purpose, one that Corvus accept and understand, he'll still make clear that he never want to hear his son say those words, not to you or his future beloved.

Alpharius/Omegon: They learn about this prank almost in the same moment the smaller versions of them planned it. They could call them out or make them understand that no joke can be hidden between the Alpha Legion...but what fun is there?

"Unbelievable."

"Outrages."

"Dispicable."

"How could you? Blood of our blood!"

They fake that they fallen for it, that they have been pranked good and you too believed it. They need the twin to gain confidence, and this is the perfect way!

[subtlepoisonknowledge]

Perturabo casually reminding his kids that he’s Perturabo and that his is a no joke household

[baldieboi]

The Emperor's finest

And one very pissed off Night Lord

Part 2

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You are a Night Lord. You were captured and forced into redemption servitude... with the Salamanders. Now you meet them.

Bay Seven smells like ceramite, machine oil and sanctity. You hate it immediately.

There are five of them. Five giant bastards in green armor, all standing at attention like they've got sticks up their asses. Which knowing the Salamanders they probably think is a virtue.

The one in front is obviously the sergeant. His armor's got more purity seals than the others and his face... Emperor's rotting cock, his face is scarred. Not the fun kind of scars either. The 'I survived something horrible and it made me contemplative' kind.

"You must be our new... ally" he says. His voice is like rocks grinding together.

"And you must be the babysitters." You spread your arms. The armor's servos whine. You hate that sound. Your armor used to purr. "I'm Nahl Krayd. I've killed more people than you've saved. This is going to be awful."

One of the other Salamanders steps forward. Younger, you think. Less scarred. "Brother-Sergeant Tho'vus, should we really..."

"Peace, Brother Nak'tal." The sergeant, Tho'vus apparently, doesn't take his eyes off you. "The Inquisitor has commanded it. We serve the Imperium, even in this."

"The Imperium" you mutter. "Right. The Imperium that enslaves psykers, exterminates entire planets for one heretic and feeds a million souls a year to a corpse on a chair."

The collar beeps.

"But sure" you continue, grinning "I AM the bad guy."

Tho'vus stares at you for a long moment. Then he does something you don't expect.

He laughs.

It's a small laugh, barely a chuckle but it's there. "You are going to be very difficult, aren't you?"

"Oh, you have no idea." You look at the rest of them. "So who are you other colorful bastards?"

The young one, Nak'tal, looks offended. "We are the Sons of Vulkan. We are the protectors of the innocent, the guardians of humanity, the flame that burns against the darkness..."

"Yeah, yeah, fire metaphors, I get it. You." You point at a Salamander who has burn scars across his face. "What's your damage?"

"Brother-Apothecary Dak'tar" he says quietly. "I tend to the wounded."

"Great so you'll be busy when I inevitably get shot because I'm wearing the wrong colors." You point at the next one, a big bastard with a flamer. "You?"

"Brother Ha'var. Heavy weapons."

"Of course you are." The last one is checking a bolter, not even looking at you. "And you, edge lord?"

He looks up. "Brother-Librarian Zar'kesh."

A psyker. Oh, this just keeps getting better.

"Fantastic. A boy scout, a medic, a pyromaniac, a witch and..." You squint at Nak'tal. "What's your deal? You seem too enthusiastic."

"I am honored to serve alongside my brothers in the name of the Emperor and Vulkan!"

"He's new" Tho'vus says dryly.

"He's going to die first" You say cheerfully. "I give him three days."

Nak'tal's face goes through several emotions. Offense. Anger. Uncertainty. Finally he settles on: "The Emperor protects!"

"The Emperor's a corpse" you reply. "But sure, let's go with that."

The collar beeps three times in rapid succession.

Tho'vus raises a hand before anyone can speak. "Enough. We have our orders. Nahl Krayd, you will follow our commands and observe our rules. In return you will live. Is this acceptable?"

You look at him. Really look. He's serious. He actually thinks this is going to work. These idiots think they can just... what? Rehabilitate you? Make you see the light?

You've been wearing the skins of my enemies for longer than some of these bastards have been alive.

But the collar's still beeping and your neck is still very attached to your head so you shrug.

"Sure. Why not. This should be hilarious."

Inquisitor Helastus' voice crackles over the vox. "Strike Force Prometheus, you are cleared for departure. May the Emperor guide your path."

"May Vulkan's flame light the way" the Salamanders respond in unison.

You just start laughing.

It's going to be a long mission.

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I can’t wait for him to traumatise the sons of Vulkan, Curze would be proud