Ohhhh imagine you're a young Slaanesh priestess to be, you want to earn this promotion and in your sleep Prince of Pleasures himself commands you to fuck every known primarch (pre heresy) and write a short book about it. Describing your experience with them: dick size, how easy it is to seduce them, the sex itself, general rating, etc. If you manage to do it - Slaanesh will think about making you a Keeper of Secrets one day!!
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🥹)
“Ough! I love this delulu! You are all such trouble makers my goodness. But that’s okay! For tis all cherished delicacies! I have thought about making something like this…” - Ichor
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.
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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?)
Can you write about Slaanesh falling in love with a mortal? I feel like they will have a lot of cuteness aggression towards their love.
“Cute, but almost painful to think about. I mean… pleasure in pain… right? I would have to say their cuteness aggression is more squeezing your thighs and arse, and kissing you very roughly.” - Ichor
Summary - “Slaanesh thinks about a mere, puny mortal, and can’t stop kissing and squeezing at them either…”
“I will use “They/Them” for Slaanesh is both genders.” - Additional
TW // Slaanesh(NSFW) Actions & Thinking, Suggestive. This Is Slaanesh We Talkin’ About.
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Slaanesh has never expected their heart and mind to be ever fulfilled. They had always hunger for more. More pleasure, more pain, more greed, and more perfection. Never were they full, never were they satisfied after a moment of being in the presence of their own Daemons of Excess that were a… pleasure themselves. They just never felt something fulling.
Well, until this mortal: you came along.
You were… How do they explain it? You were disgustingly alluring. You had a presence that drawn them in, and made them twitch with anticipation like a snake watching its prey. Made them think of you each time they get a certain whiff of a smell that embodies you. It makes them wonder what your fluids would taste like? What you would truly smell like up really close. Would you be intoxicating? Sweet? Floral? Acid? Sweat? Either way, you were still… something to them. A pawn perhaps, or maybe they shall turn you into true perfection? No, that might ruin the beauty you already have. What they could grasp and twist that warm flesh of yours. Do with what they please.
They, of course, wouldn’t call you the embodiment of perfection, that was their role. Their symbol, but… they can’t help the endearment for you that rolls off their shifting tongue. “My perfection.” It’s said so… sultry, so purred, so possessive. It wasn’t uncommon for the god to do so, but it definitely was really unusual for you. It’s not every day you hear a baseline, daemon, demi-god much less a god telling you those words with such a tone.
So, you get a little flutter in your chest and they can feel that, smell it, and it makes them highly amused. Here is this tiny, puny mortal, having a little flutter in their chest at the mere words of their smallest seduction at play. They are “almost” flattered by it themselves. A pleased hum leaving them then.
It wasn’t because it took the smallest amount to sway you, but because it was something… genuine. Nothing forced, nothing played by fear. Something inside of you really like them in return despite their whole reputation that you may or may not know of.
They do have the same partners like you, but something about them stands them out next to each other, including you, and no. It wasn’t your aspects. They could just grow you a new pair of boobs or balls, big and small, and lengthen your cock, but it was something inside of you. Personality they might say, but one should know gods like to meddle and play with mortals.
Especially, when it was Slaanesh.
Oh, they like playing with you a lot. They like to just grab and squeeze and squish, enjoying how your flesh doesn’t seem to mind to an extent. To slide their fingers up and down to see how your nervous system would react. It would seem as if they were exploring, but again. One should know better than that.
They dip their fingers far down enough to tease at your waist line before pulling back up to your sides and caress there. Their body leaned in just close enough that it would annoy an introverted person but be seductive enough to one looking for a hook up, or perhaps a counterpart. Their breath weirdly warm and cold: panting softly onto your neck for extra effect while their eyes look up to you, studying you.
“My perfection.” They would call you again, keeping up their unholy acts upon you. Getting more frisky the more you let them wander. Bold enough to slide down to your backside and give it a squeeze. “Your shape pleases me greatly. Perhaps, I shall reward you for it.”
You know what their reward is. It was something that took the absolute breath out of you and left you aching for days to come as you never have experienced such lewdness from even the darkest Slaanash daemons themselves. They were an wildcard, and you were definitely not thinking of anything else but them for a few weeks straight.
Suddenly, their head leans forward and their lips surprisingly press up against yours, testing you. Not being their usual eager self before that is thrown off a cliff quick. Their tongue quickly delving past your lips when that pretty little mouth of yours opens for them. Their hands that were just squeezing you now fully on groping you. Trying to eat you up to their pleasure. To savor you. Clearly not one to waist their time to a mortal life span.
You, however, are trying to keep up with their immortal one but it seems impossible with how experienced this god was. Swirling their tongue around yours, sucking on it while making sure you breathe each 5 to 10 seconds. Their body pressing more intently upon yours. It was overwhelming. It was almost painful, but most of all? It was pleasurable.
“Hmm, how do you feel about a gangbang, my perfection?” They pull back, leaving a string of saliva they eagerly lick up before suckling on your bottom lip. Feeling how your hot breath heaves on their face as they continue look up to you, fluttering their eyes while arousal stirs up in the both of you.
