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Kissing Khorne? Please, for my heretical little soul 👉👈 🥺

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Ummm the good of blood and war in love with a minor goddess of light?

Maaaaaaybe...

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Hii! I see that your request open so can I ask for:

The little goddess was born at the same time as the chaos gods. But she was so weak that they didn't even consider her an equal. From the beginning she tried to please and flatter them to survive but many times she almost killed and was laughed at by the chaos gods made her realize. So she always hid in a corner deep in the warp, afraid that one day the chaos gods would finally bored and killed her.

Until one day she felt a beam of light shining into her hiding place, she realized it was the Emperor of Mankind. He did not despise or hurt her, He did not laugh at her for her weakness, so she ran after that light towards humanity, towards The Emperor. Meanwhile the chaos gods: ??? Where my goddess? We may not like her but she is still ours, now give her back. And big E belike: hehehe she mine now.

Yan!Chaos gods and Yan!Emperor

(This is just my delulu and I actually had a dream about it although I don't remember much🥹)

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Summary - “You: a little goddess, born too weak to be even considered equal, and thrown to believe that you needed to please the other chaos gods until a certain event makes you realize things that were never true. Hurt, fearful and feeling betrayed, you hide yourself from their eyes, deep in the warp. Staying there until a light overcomes your own shadow. A man of gold appearing within, never mocking you, never pulling you down. It wouldn’t hurt to be by his side… would it?”

TW// Yandere, Neglect, Near Death Experience, Angst.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

Their words “weak” echo through your mind as you lay their helpless, aching, hurting. Something a divine being like you should have never felt. The pain of war and combat. That was Khornes thing, not yours, but here you are. Laying in your own pool of ichor.

It was nothing of what you expected. You didn’t think you could die, but you could be greatly injured to a point where you’re feeling like you are feeling deaths embrace cradling you. Brushing through the strands of your hair, comforting you in your time of infinite, seeping life.

Again, it was not something you’ve expected, but you should have. You should have known they would just… toss you away like a piece of meat. You should have known with how they didn’t pay attention to you, brushed you off, but at the same time? You had hope. Hope they would change. Hope they would see you for what you’re worth, and it feels like they do change… sometimes.

Slannesh was the most horrible out of it all. Always trying to pull you in with their… strange and ludicrous ways. Always… having something, someone in their lap to empower them. The stench of intimacy staining them and their grounds of their realm. So, you don’t go there often. It wasn’t something you were comfortable with, and you don’t feel like confining much with them.

Khorne was rather chill with you, never really seeing you as a threat as you suppose he doesn’t think you are… worthy enough. He simply just sits upon his bloody skull throne, watching. Only moving when he really needs to. His realm was one that you find yourself wandering as it didn’t smell like the horrors of… sexual attraction, but it did smell of ash and blood. You find yourself in his realm more often than nought though.

Nurgle was… eerily kind to you, but just something about the “grandfather” tips you off. Not to mention that he well… stinks and his realm too. (You don’t ever find yourself there.) He was just… too… him for your tastes. You do like his followers however, they were like cute little insects. You don’t mind their looks, not everything was perfect.

Tzeentch creeps you out, but not as heavily like with Nurgle. Sure his body has like these morphing faces on him, and they just stare at you, seemingly mocking you, but you find a strange comfort when he suddenly appears in any form. It was as if he knows your next move, and you believe he at least gives you something to dream about. Though his realm gives you a massive headache each time you try and give it a go to visit and wander the mystery’s of the realm. So, you don’t get too far before you’re back, hanging around in Khornes’ realm once more. Getting used to the smell of the blood and cruelty.

Despite all of that, your all hopes were diminished on a special time. Your mind finally realizing all the sacrifices that you made to them didn’t even matter. You didn’t matter. Hell, were you even a god? A divine being? You didn’t have any followers yourself. So, how could you be? How could you be if you were laying in your own blood. Thinking of what you have been doing is finally wrong. Thinking the more powerful gods would just rid of you once they get bored enough of your overbearing presence.

It honestly took you a long time to recover your own divinity though. Since you don’t have followers, it makes your regeneration process a lot slower, and you’re not sure how long, but it was long enough that you could have thought about your past mistakes and make your next move to be for yourself for once, and to see if anyone would check up on you, but no-one came. Not a single minion. You were trapped with your own mind before you would get strong enough again to move.

You moved quickly when you could, not wanting to waste your time. You have been simply watching Khornes’ deamons carefully to rule out that one should move quickly if they do not want to be caught. That’s if they were even looking for you. You maybe have been… bullied, but you sure as hell watched what was going on around you and in the realms. Never missing a detail around you as well… you wanted to prove yourself then. Make something of yourself then to earn their acknowledgement.

Yet, now you know. They don’t care about you, but they simply care about themselves. So, in an effort to get time and space to yourself. (Definitely not running away for the fear of being disregarded like a mere tool.) You hide yourself into the depth of the warp. A place that you had somehow found a bit of solstice in as Tzeentch hasn’t even found this part of the deep warp yet. You know him and Khorne could find you if they wanted to, but you have yet to see their dedication on that matter. Have yet to see if anyone came looking for you.

They did not, but this one… man? God thing has. A human? No, too much of an overpowering presence, but they did look like a human when they go close enough to you without blinding you. You’re almost surprised as this little… being of gold didn’t tower over you as you would have expected such from a presence like him. A god too you thought him as… a tiny one for a divine being like yourself.

You and this little being of gold formed… something between the each other. Your head nodding, and listening to the being that calls himself “The Emperor” while he does the same to you. It was almost… charming. It also felt nice that someone was actually listening to you, acknowledging you. This little being made it feel… a bit worth it.

You talked with the being, and he didn’t judge you. You playfully flicked a whisp of your own power at him, and he didn’t seem at all fazed, at most amused with you, and well… that was amusing to you. You were… you were having harmless fun with this golden man, but… you do worry; have neglected thoughts that he was simply enduring you as well, like the other gods have. Yet, he reassures you, in his own way and words that was not the case. Despite you not talking him to him about anything.

Strange little golden man….

The chaos gods are furious once they found out you had gone out on your own, without telling them anything. Even Tzeentch couldn’t get into your mind when he wanted. It was like… you blocked them out, and let this scoundrel of a so called god in: The Emperor of Mankind.

They give you whispers: Slaanesh begs, pleads. Nurgle promises that he will do better. Khorne is… silent, but you know better, not to take him for granted, and Tzeentch was trying to get into your head like the many times before, like the many times you had let him, and The Emperor? He did non of that. Never was he trying to pled with you, make you feel guilty. He simply left you to choose your place. Ņ̸͠ò̵̢ẗ̷̼́ ̵̛̪ţ̸̄h̵̒ͅa̶̳͐t̶͉͗ ̴̖̓h̵̻̽ë̷̜ ̵̲̒w̴̧͐õ̸̻u̷͖͘l̸̖̍d̶̖͑ ̵̣͘l̷͈̚e̶̗͌t̶̪̎ ̸͖̀y̴͉͌ō̸̖u̶̦͝ ̷̩͌g̸̮̃ỏ̶͈ ̸̤̚b̶̫̿a̸̯̍c̵͓̉k̴̜̂.̷̡̂

He would not allow it. Those pitiful gods lost their chance. Now? He was picking up the pieces of this divine being they had disregarded like mere shards of glass. Infuriating the gods even more when the Emperor seems… close to you; winning your favor.

Chaos runs over the tiny, golden man, but your favor doesn’t weaken. Shielding him and his little creations with your own power that were deemed weak. Oblivious to The Emperors ways, wanting that simplicity of care from someone, and he was giving that to you.

(What the hell Emp? You give a divine being your attention but not your own creations? What the hell man?)

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Khorne's bride and her so not so beloved husband.

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Yandere prompt list 37 with the god of murder Khorne. He's trying to be romantic with the poor woman he caught.

tw:mention of abuse, sex abuse, violence, blood.

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37. “If you don’t kiss me, I’ll slit your fucking throat.”

A cacophony of roars, the screeching of the metals against metal, and the endless sound of falling. Body had become the sound you were most accustomed to. You forgot the nullness of the silence, the stillness of the nothingness, and the calm hours that you once took for granted.

You forgot colors; what you knew was only black and smoke.

It has been so long since you were taken away, and even now you can remember the time when he took you away.

And he could not forget how you had silently created him.

The god of hate was the oldest of the four, born in a time of violence, prejudice, and ignorance, not so different from now. Humans, so fragile and yet so cruel, were able to give him an actual form back there, and no matter how many times you could regret it, you were silently one of them.

He still remembers the first time his fiery eyes landed on you, in the vow of vengeance you made, when you were just a child, left battered and forced to experience things you should have never known. Such a small creature, such a big hate…

You were found by someone who saw potential and fierceness, someone that willingly gave you strength and a sword, knowledge, and a drive.

The day he knew that you were special was when you received your blood baptism, when you bathed in the ones of the one that took away your innocence and life.

You were beautiful to him.

And while he became stronger, while the war spread, and while his collection of skulls kept on rising, you shifted once again. No more the hateful and angry teen that wanted revenge, but a noble knight that had devoted herself to something different, something higher. And while you told yourself that you had changed, that your sword was now to protect the innocent people, still his fascination turned towards you, and your bone started to form at his side.

And even when the people you vowed to protect turned against you, when your petty lord turned his back on you and they bound you to that cross and lit the fire, you felt no hate and fear. Deep down you knew you deserved it for your past, but you never imagined that the hell that awaited you was far more cruel than you could imagine.

His helm was an eternal raging expression, for it erupted from the holes that were supposed to be his eyes. His voice whispered, a strangled scream.

"Welcome home, my queen."

You were his; from the exact moment your sword was forged, you had sealed the pact with him, and with your death, he claimed your soul for himself. An everlasting torment, one where you could blame no one but yourself.

At first you tried desperately to deny it, that this creature could not have been born by you, but after seeing it and learning how he was born, you realized, in your desperation, that he came from the humans, from their rage, hate, desire for battle, and blood. You tried to fight him, to deny everything that he claimed about you, that you were not like him or the other humans that he had claimed or convinced to follow him.

But you had allowed revenge to take you; you allowed your hand to bring an end to others: you were like him; you made Khorne in the image that he had now. Not you specifically, but you allowed him.

And Khorne? He just enjoyed the struggle you put on, the way you tried to refuse his love for you. Another fight, another battle, one that he wanted to continue with you.

He did not like to torture you, yet he enjoyed showing you the real nature of humans, to make you see that deep down all of your race desired violence, in one way or another. He showed you, era after era, your own people found new ways to kill and destroy each other; even in their own peaceful way, they were able to feed the god of war.

Even now, when these humans made gods walk between the stars, they proclaimed a higher intent and spilled more blood.

But you were no fool; you did in the end find a way to survive, to allow your mind to not fall prey to that aberrant creation. He had once fed himself on your hate and disgust towards him, proclaiming his love to your feet and gifting you the lives of many, and now? You gave him nothing.

Not hate, not love, nothing, an empty mind and an empty heart for the god that could be described as the most passionate one.

"My bride…" he growled, looking down on you while you sat composed on the throne he had built for you so many eons ago. "Why do you forsake me? It is not the fire in you still burning like the day your body had?"

You sighed, untouched by his words.

"I deserved it."

"Oh, did you?" His low and baritone voice made the walls of his throne room rumble. You were not scared; you were used to this right now.

"My love…my adored Y/n…" His gauntlet, hot like the flame of hell itself, stroked your face with the care of a lover. His finger lingered on the soft side of the throat he had kissed and savored so many times before.

He got closer; the smell of iron, sulfur, and coal filled your lungs. It didn't bother you anymore; it felt almost normal to be impregnated by it. You wondered, did he actually have a body under that armor, or was he just a metal thing moved by the burning fire of human conflicts? You sure have noticed he had something down, but you never were really sure. He could hold your mind, putting you into a fog you could not describe, and everything was just… hot.

The plate of his helm touched your head, an almost loving gesture.

“If you don’t kiss me, I’ll slit your fucking throat.”

You chuckled, deeply, untouched by his threats. Why should you be bothered? To be fair, being killed by him seemed almost a relief. And besides, could you really die after being killed?

"Oh…Oh my poor Khorne…" You smiled, your hands caressed the metal of what supposedly was his face. "Such a sad creature… You cannot love, and yet you climb on it like you knew."

He stood there, his eyes scrutinizing you, searching for everything he could connect with him. And then his laugh rumbled again, stronger this time.

"Oh my love, but what is the difference between hate and love?"

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐊𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

𓆩⟡𓆪 Inspired by this post. Seems so fitting. Oh, and more Khorne content to you precious ones.

Summary: You have gotten the eye of the first chaos god. Do you accept his proposal?

||Words: 1k+|| TW//Violence, Head On Spikes, licking, Reader Is Bold.

“Come, my bride.” The deep voice of a bloody chaos god speaks before you. The voice of this being so earthreal that it would vibrate your own soul, but you were not the one to bow so easily.

“What have you done now, Blood God?” You dare to utter one of the many titles this god has. Unfearing on what this entity might bring you as you don’t turn around to give him your attention. Your fingers organizing scriptures upon your desk of your… modest home. Nothing fancy nor royal, but not a trashed sight of security either. It was simply a place where you could be in your own solitude without consequences. “Come to talk down upon my home? Ruin it with your feeble words, or perhaps you rather stain it with your blood? Claiming it?”

“Oh, how you court me with your words.” The red deamon purrs deeply, satisfied with your rather harsh words under certain circumstances. The area heating up a bit from his presence. His steps light for a hefty and bulky god that’s armed up with sharp edges and hard armor. “I have brought you many gifts, but unfortunately. It’s not as great as your simple ideas.”

“And what do you bestow me?” You don’t hesitate to ask. You don’t bother to turn around when you feel something wet and thick lick up the back of your neck, making your hairs rise on end while you suppress a shutter.

“Many things, my bride.” He hums lowly, his form shifting behind you, and you feel his breath tickling your neck before you feel him nuzzling into your neck. Making it tilt open to his dominance. Another satisfied purr leaving him. “Blood of enemies, skulls of kings and beasts; me.”

You can’t help but sigh in what almost sounds like defeat at that. Closing your eyes briefly before you turn around to finally see the god before you properly. The red, fiery glow of his neck and eyes reminding you of a jack-o-lantern set aflame. Haunted by spirits of vengeance and wrath. Yet his armor or perhaps is it scales? Remind you of a dark knight. One that it’s not complete and out of code.

“As I said before, Khorne.” You say his other, more known title. Folding your arms and leaning forward in the Blood Gods space. A bit daring to try and provoke such a bloodlust praised entity. “I’m not interested.”

The god laughs hauntingly at your choice of denying him. As if you had any power to even try or not to say such bold words to a deamon like him.

“You will be, my bride.” Khrone leans forward himself, leaning over you in his more… humane-sized form. The flaming glow of his eye sockets unblinking while his arms threaten to wrap around you; capture you. To dig into your cloths and make his mark upon your fragile skin. “Come, let me show you why.”

The blood god suddenly leaves your personal bubble, leaning away from you. Looking you up and down before turning away and leading the way. Only to pause and look back and over his shoulder to make sure you’re following. A pleased, low him leaving him when you sigh heavily but follow him anyways. Your steps somehow making more noise that his own. Properly because he has time to master the arts and skills over eras. He was the first after all.

The flora around you sways with the wind as you and Khorne exit the safety of your humble abode. A slight chill going through you, and despite your best efforts? You can't help but step closer to Khorne as he provides heat and protection from the cold breeze. Something that Khorne acknowledges with a rumbling hum.

"See what I have done for you over the hill of grass." The Blood God speaks up. Pausing before you to gesture to his right to show you the hill that looks remarkably innocent and peaceful, but... he said over it.

You're not sure you want to look what horrors might be over that hill. You know Khornes' courting style by now. It always ends up bloody, no matter if you reject or not. It's not like he's an abusing God, but your multiple, previous rejections of him defiantly keeps stirring up his pride.

"I hope it's candy and wine..." You mumble mostly to yourself. Internally hesitating to go fourth as see what he might have given you over the hill. You're stalling yourself, wanting something that was more kind to the world and satisfies you.

You steel yourself before taking that first step up the grassy hill. Hearing a sound of amusement coming from the God as he simply watches you before following behind you. The energy of his being flaring up, and that tells you that whatever is over the hill? It's defiantly not going to be a good sight.

Pushing yourself over the last piece of hill. Your eyes widen in surprise with the brutal sight before you. This was nothing compared to his last courting attempt's.

The grass was not even grass anymore but a dirt battle ground. Blood staining the flora that dares to show through, and the dirt that soaks the blood up into clumps of both organics, but that wasn't the must horrid part. What stuns you the most is the handles of pitchforks and spikes embedded into the ground, bloody themselves with fresh blood dripping down it, and what sits on top of them? Heads. Head's that you used to know and care for. Head's that used to have a life and soul in their eyes, and now? They are nothing but blind and dull. There was nothing left of them. They were probably a minion of Khorne that wander this little battle ground for show, hissing and laughing at the display. No, he wouldn't do that. He wouldn't give them the mercy of being by his side or yours.

The smell of stinging copper makes you pull away from the sight, and not intently hiding in the Blood Gods chest. His arms slowly wrapping around you, putting you in his willing embrace. His voice amused and possessive as he leans down to nuzzle into the side of your neck, licking. "If I cannot have you? They can't have what is soul bound to me."

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[bleedingichorhearts]

I am a heretic when I say this, but please please can I get some Khorne smut? Like a small human bouncing on his cock as he is on his throne?

“Ough, yes you may! And no one saw nor heard the word “heretic,” right? Right? I question if people like built up smut or jump in smut? So, this is jump in smut. Tumblr is trying to eat this one.” - Ichor

Summary - “None, asks explains very well.”

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TW // Smut, Size Diff, Jumps Right In, Overstimulation.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

Your hands grasp tightly at the gods' shoulders in front of you. Head leaned back as you moan out. Your breath mingling with the heated air around you, making the area feel hotter than it already is while you close your eyes tightly. More focused on the pleasure coursing through you rather than that heat that threatens to give you a heatstroke.

"Look at me, little one." The god grumbles into your chest, his gauntlets shifting you, trying to get a better grip on your skin that was layered with sweat while he deeply thrusts into you, a wet squelch seemingly echoing out. Enhancing the smell of you to him. "Let me watch what I have conquered."

You can't help but obey the blood gods' command, your head going forward once more to look down at him fitting snuggly up against you despite originally being way bigger than you. His obscure, deep pink tongue rolling his saliva over your chest, lathering you with his one of the many ways of marking you. A puff of hot breath coating you right after. You would honestly think you were fucking an Slaanesh daemon with how good this god was doing you upon his throne. Keeping you pinned close to him with his gauntlets grasping at you, creating red marks and a few clawed marks as well upon you. The scent of your blood just arousing the god more as his member twitches inside of you. Exiting a shiver from you as you sink down on his cock at the feeling.

"K-khorne..." You dare to moan the gods' name from your saliva coated lips. Your eyes a bit dazed as you can help but sink yourself down on him a bit more. Greedy to take more of him than you already can. Your head coming to rest upon his shoulder as your own breath fogs upon his armor. "Please- gah! Khrone."

"Hmm, stay still." He commands of you yet again, nuzzling into your shoulder. His tongue rolling in his mouth before lathering you for the hundredth time this day? Night? The wet appendage lobing over your collarbone. "You have asked for this."

He was right, you have asked for it. Hell, even begged to even be straddling upon his lap and on his throne. Yet, you didn't expect him to be a god damn Slaanesh daemon about it. His gauntlets' always shoving you back down his cock with each inch you manage to slip away with your sweating skin that makes you more radiant as a gradient glow of red and orange glare upon you. Though, you should have expected the god to have some sort of experiences. He was the first after all... First to be created, first to have your hand, first to fuck you.

"F-fuck..." You stammer, your body shivering again as you whine into him. Your mind unsure if you should be regretting your decisions now or be pleased with them. "How-hnng, how many- how much longer?"

"As long as I please, little one." He chuckles, and it sounds like a weird haven scape for you despite on who- what he is. It was deep, masculine, pleasing or would be if his words didn't say the exact opposite. "12 and counting."

You whine again, nuzzling the best you can into him. Knowing you wouldn't be keeping up with him much longer; you wouldn't be able to hold yourself up with the way his shifts and grasps at you trying keep you on his cock forever long as he pleases. "You'll r-ruin me."

"That's the point." He states with a low rumble, moving his head so he could lick a long, wet stipe of his saliva on your cheek. Your eye on that side of your face closing at the sensation. "Ruin you so you won't forget who has claimed you. Ruin you so no one can restore what I have built and marked inside of you."

"W-what if I-I get used to it?" You challenge slightly, groaning when gives you a deep thrust. Your teeth wanting to bite onto something but trying to bite him it like biting brick. You would have to naw on him if you wanted to get anywhere.

"Guess I will have to leave you starved, little one." He muses. A very rare thing he does, to be amused, even when fucking you to the Emperors' gates and beyond. "...And I'm quite curious on how long you would last."

"Y-you wouldn't!" You gasp, shivering when your 13th orgasm hits you, frazzling your mind. Your back arching back into his gauntlets that have been clawing at your back.

"Oh, but I would." He purrs, leaning with you to lick up your jawline, lips before finally making purchase with your mouth. His tongue swirling around yours with ease, capturing it. A pleased hum leaving you while he hears you give out a pitched whine as his hips move faster; deeper within you with repetitive wet squelches, hitting all the best spots with each overstimulating thrust.

[bleedingichorhearts]

Can you write some relationship headcanons for Khorne?

𝐊𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

“Killin’ two in one. Khorne would be proud. :D Was falling asleep doing this, lol.” - Ichor

Summary - "Smut & Normal headcanons for Khrone."

TW // Smut, Teratophilia.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫: Khorne

"Though the gates that stand between the mortal world and the immortal Realm of Chaos are now closed to me, still I would rather die having glimpsed eternity than never to have stirred from the cold furrow of mortal life. I embrace death without regret as I have embraced life without fear." - Kargos Bloodspitter, Champion of Khorne

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜/𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜:

This god… where to start? Ah, grumpy. He’s a grumpy/gruff type. He’s always the mood sourer to rain upon your sunshine filled days. He will tell you that you look astonishing when you need it, but will he say anything about it when you look normal? No. It’s not a big deal to him to see what you’re dressed up in. You could go bare and he would care less until other matters come into play…

He maybe grumpy, but I can see him being a rather good gentleman as well. Maybe it’s because he’s the first Chaos god, and he looks rather calm upon his throne in the art’s of him. Either way, he’ll open a door for you when needed. He’ll hunt for you if needed, and give you a compliment when you need it, not because you want it. He doesn’t like dealing with brats, especially Slannesh.

Fights for you, and/or sends minions in his place to protect you as you are highly valued considering your by a gods’ side, and on good terms with one too. Sticking with the Khorne however, he fights for you, and that is quite a rare sight. I mean, not many would want to pick a fight with a god. A practical war god at that too. That would just be carelessly dumb, but there are a few who try and test his mettle.

He likes to keep you close, and the bullet point above is one of those reasons why. You’re valuable to him. You can be used against him, and he rather not experience that sort of situation despite his eternal age. Another reason why he would not like a brat that simply shrugs him off as they do not know the horrors of this world… He’s keeping you safe, remember that.

His kisses are surprisingly soft and full of tongue. The more affectionate kisses could be gentle nuzzles into your neck, cheek, forehead and the top of your head. The ones filled with tongue? Are a bit messy as he likes to taste a bit of your skin and mark you up with his saliva, but it’s also a very heated act. He doesn’t do any types of kissing often, but if needed. It would be a private matter.

He saying “I love you” would take a millennium for you to hear. He’s not one to really express himself with words, more so on actions. So, don’t really expect him to be anywhere near talkative, but do expect a little bit of gift-giving and active body language here and there. Mostly privately. He has a deadly reputation to uphold.

His influence upon you isn’t actually forced, nor strong. He wants a willing partner, not some drunk-dazed one. He likes not extorting his power in order to sway you for he could save it for the battles that are always making him hunger. Sure, he’ll entertain you here and there of what he can do, but that’s about it. No fancy tricks, words or pretty display, that’s Tzeentchs’ deal. However, he does like to show himself off.

He isn’t one to get jealous, not in a millennia- or maybe half of one. I’d say this because there are times where he has gotten jealous, but he is not irrational about it. Well, maybe if there was another lover in the way, but still. He’s rather… collected. Thinks it through before acting upon what his instincts or impulses say. Though, I wouldn’t tease him about it for being jealous and/or trying to make him jealous. He thinks that is also bratty behavior. He just wants a loyal partner for his age.

His lap is one of the places that you can find yourself on most of the time. Need to talk to him? Lap. Need affection? Lap. Rest? Lap. Need to vent your frustrations that he will take actions onto later? Lap. This works out rather well between the two of you. Especially when he manifests as big or a smaller, yet still bigger figure for you. It’s your own little time to gather your social needs.

If death had taken you, may another god have mercy because he would not. The whole realm changes to immediate hate, anger and a hint of despair. The god is less merciful the before, not even offering such a grace anymore. His attacks, power and minions more ruthless than ever, and considering he’s a god? This can last however long he wants to. On the more sappy side, he keeps your skull on himself personally or on a special spot upon his throne, and your soul? It’s stored safely away. Though, some rumor he keeps your soul inside of himself, keeping you close like he always has.

𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥/𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭:

Private lover, definitely. No gangbangs and no sharing. He thinks that’s Slaanesh whole odeal, and it is. He just wants nothing to do with that pitiful creature of a god. His wants a loyal love all to himself, for him to treasure and cherish. He wants nothing like what that foul god has, nothing.

Blood and blood marking. He loves to see blood staining the soft flesh your skin. Whether it would be yours, his or anyone else’s. He finds it incredibly attractive and a bit satisfying to see the blood trickle between the pores of your skin. For blood marking? He’s using his own ichor for that. Using it to put symbols of himself on your body while pleasuring you. Telling others that you belong to him and only him.

This god definitely plays the dominance role. There is no doubt about it. He is the bigger one here, and he takes absolute advantage of it. His talon-like gauntlets holding both of your hands together above you with only one of his own. His other gauntlet? Is at your waist, keeping you in place while he takes and gives you the pleasure you had graced him with.

Would cage you up. Wrap you up on some pretty rope, and this can go two ways. Either he will overstimulate you or leave you on edge for your behavior. Mostly to overstimulate you. To worship your soft skin compared to his own body. To leave you a mess, that you can’t even breathe without him. That you would have to wither within or below his grasp. The edging is for your more bratty behavior.

Being a brat can also put you in many different situations, but if he did have a bratty lover? He would straighten them up quick. He’s merciless about it too until you get it through your thick head that he will not deal with your shit. Don’t test him for he will test you for long he can leave you on the edge for. He has the patience, but you do not have the lifetime to fill that, and to make it tip and fall.

His long tongue works wonders with you. Always curling down deep into your depths in all the right places. Reaching where nothing else humane could. Claiming you like a god, like a monster should. Only using one gauntlet to keep you held down while he takes his fill of you. Eating you out or claiming your throat as well. He is not shy on the subjects surprisingly.

Definitely cockwarms you. Even for just the casual stuff. He just wants to feel your warmth around him, by mouth or core. To feel the nerves of you struggling to take him. To expand around him. It’s one of the reasons he doesn’t do it often enough that you get used to him because he wants to see you struggling to take him.

His throne is one of the top things to have something devious to happen upon it. Cockwarming, many positions of sex upon it. Worshiping. You name it. It maybe a throne of skulls and blood, but it’s also a… symbol of devotion. A great one too. It’s also one of the reasons he likes you being on his lap. For easier access to you.

The man definitely has his rough days, mostly when things are not going to plan and needs to vent out his frustrations, and that when you come in. The perfect little lover for him to absolutely destroy. His talon-like gauntlets wrapping around your waist and hips as he takes what he wants. His breath hot on the back of your skin as his pace is brutal and bruising. Nothing is stopping him until you mutter those precious safe words, but until then? You are his to use.

He maybe rough, but he is also soft. One would be lucky if he was still in the mood after absolutely rocking your shit. To feel how he carefully curls around you, nuzzling into the back of your neck. Listening to your soft moans while he has one of your bruised legs lifted, thrusting slowly in and out of you. Giving you more of a proper pleasure for the both of you instead of just using you and taking you as he pleases.

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[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥

“Alright, hear me out of this First awakened chaos god… Let’s see how I do after being sick, lol.” - Ichor

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Who knew the God of Blood had an… interest in a mere, humane mortal?

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

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TW // None.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

The God of Blood was never one to take an interest in minuscule things. He was known for more heavy things like violence, war, blood and skulls. Not sunshine and rainbows or the foul pleasures of the Slaanesh and the idiocy of Tzeentch. Nurgle was… alright, but he prefers more blood than puss and shit being thrown about the battlefield. He wants skulls and blood! Spines flying across the battlefield! To feel the heat of battle dance across his chest!

Well, until he set his sights upon you. A fine human of your species. Crafted by the hands of humanity itself. Your body fragile but strong against the aliments the chaos gods may bring upon you. Your own will hard to break against his soft whispers in your ear as he try’s to sway you into his side.

He, of course, still loves the thrill of the battle and blood, but trying to sway you also? It brings a strange, heated feeling through his torso. It… it almost confuses him. Was this Slaanesh trying to get on his nerves? Trying to present him a human figure that he has an… intrigue in? Surely it was? You don’t smell like you’re coated in Slaanesh though… You’re of mankind. Created of mankind, yet not of the Emperor…

What a strange human you are…

However, your resistance nor the Slaanesh tricks will sway him from you. He will conquer, like he always has. He was the first, therefore, he will be the first to tempt you to him by any cost. Whether it would be by soft whispers, phantom touches, hallucinations or even presenting you bloody skulls. He’s dedicated on having what he wants. He almost wonders if this is how Nurgle felt when chasing after Isha? No, Khorne doesn’t chase. He sits upon his throne and watches the chaos turn in his favor. He’s not chasing you, and he is not.

He hasn’t moved from his throne every time he’s trying to tempt you. His patience rather huge for a God of Violence. His talon-like gauntlets simply tapping on the arm of his throne with a rhythm. Feeling how the blood of mortals below empower him every moment, every second. His eyes of flame never blinking to savor the acts committed to worship him. His eternal acts of brutality never calming as he continually annoys you with his enticement.

Only when you turn to him, not falter, does he lighten up his lure. His eyes setting upon your tiny frame that suddenly appears at the foot of his throne. The tapping on the arm of his throne stopping as he observes you in the flesh.

Such a… small thing you are. So full of resistance. Your eyes… fearful of him. That expected, but he feels indifferent about it. He didn’t bring you to him to make you feel such. Though, he almost feels… pitiful for you.

Here you stand, frozen, and at the foot of a true Gods throne. Your own will breaking at just the sight of him as soon as you lost a piece of your petty resistance to him. He probably would have laughed if he wasn’t mature. Thats what the other gods do.

His figure leans over his throne to look at you more closely. The simple movement of him cause a bit of a shock as the area around him seems to go quite as if the galaxy was holding their breath. A huff of unneeded, hot breath washing over you that feels like hell just flew over you, and perhaps it did with how the monstrous being bringing forth his gauntlet and grasp you within it. The… metal? Skin? Of the God feeling cold against your own frame despite the raging fires around you.

Surprisingly, the being of murder doesn’t squish you to a pulp but rather the opposite. He sets you upon his lap: more accurately his thigh and simply just… leaves you there. Nothing more becoming of you. You’re just… there, upon one of the most feared gods in the entire universe.

Admittedly, the God himself didn’t know what he really just did himself, but it was now clear to others that you have become a trophy or perhaps… something more? It was really unclear of what he thinks of you, but you suppose this is a better fate than being a food source…

Khorne keeps you there for quite sometime thoug, eternally really. Fulfilling his and sometimes your own reasonable desires like your silly food and water consumption. Your weird little temperature balancing, (which is just all the more reason to keep you close to him to keep cool.) Yet, for a god a Violence. He doesn’t seem to… force things. Sexual or not. It like he doesn’t really have an interest in it? Which is also reasonable considering he doesn’t like Slaanesh, but he does indulge. Imagine the face on Slaanesh after they find out he does, in fact, get laid? That thought greatly amuses him. You can tell too with how… light everything around him gets. Something akin to a weight being lifted off your shoulders.

The tip of his gauntlet tap against a small skull as he thinks about you. Indulging in things he never really has never tried before, and it brings him a sense of… longing. You seemed rather… content in his presence and he was too in yours. It was strange but not in a… “bad” way. He wishes for the same thing to happen again as he looks over his area once more. Yet, he has learned about another cruel reality of the universe as his talons softly stroke the skull underneath his hand.

Tzeentch has offered him help, but he’s not sure he could trust the words of the all-knowing. He knows there are side deals to the cost of deals. Slaanesh was just a horny bitch about it, further angering him of that foul creation, and Nurgle seemed… sympathetic, in a way. He once again feels indifferent about everything.