#warhammer 30k

[remembrancer-archive]

@sixleggedboar has one of my favorite versions of Magnus, but I am also forever cursed to imagine him bald under all that hair.

[annarobszombies]

A very short comfort piece with some light silliness at the end. Unnamed primarch x reader

He pushes the door open, slightly breathless, and finds the room completely dark.

"Beloved?" He calls, searching the shadows for you familiar form. A soft whimper catches his ears and he steps forward, letting the door fall completely shut behind him. He doesn't need light to see, he knows this room like the back of his hand. "Where are you hiding?"

"Here…" Your hand appears from under a pile of blankets, waving at him before tucking back in at another loud crack of thunder, lightning illuminating the room for barely a second. He tries to ignore the scared little squeak that comes out of you, but finds that achingly difficult.

Approaching the bed, he sits down on the edge, feeling around for the edges of the blanket so he can peel it back enough to see you. You whine at the loss of your makeshift security measure, looking up at him with big, anxious eyes. You were curled tight, and even shaking a little.

He should have been home earlier.

He reaches to stroke your face oh so gently, his hearts aching for you. He knew you were terrified of storms, knew you didn't like how loud they could get. You'd never really elaborated as to why, but he could take several educated guesses. He never pushed the subject, though, he only promised you that he would do his best to help you feel safe when you needed it.

"It's all right now," He says, voice low and gentle. "I'm here."

You reach for him, and he lets you pull him to lie next to you, wrapping himself around you, pressing you close as if you could absorb his calm through touch alone.

He tightens his hold on you when you flinch at yet another round of thunder, your whole body shaking as you cling to him. Oh, how he hated to see you like this. He wished he knew better ways to help, wished he could reach into your mind and erase whatever trauma had you so terrified over something so arguably mundane. But he couldn't, so for now, this had to be enough.

He holds you until well after the storm passes. After the winds die and the rain stops and the lightning is nothing but a vague memory. He doesn't let go until you start to wiggle for freedom, finally uncomfortable trapped under him.

You don't go far, just enough to breathe a little easier. He keeps his hand on your waist, letting his fingers sneak under your shirt to press into your skin, rubbing soft lines into you. You always liked that.

"The worst of it has passed," He says. "Do you feel better?"

"Mm," You nod. Then, after a moment, you mumble a soft "I'm sorry."

"What for?" He asks, sliding his hand to your back to pull you closer again.

"Being silly."

"You aren't silly."

"I feel like a child," You mumble into his chest. This was a common complaint you had about your own reaction to this kind of weather. He just runs his fingers through your hair and hums.

"There's nothing wrong with being afraid," He says.

"I know…"

"Do you?"

You don't answer, you just burrow deeper into him. He kisses your head, then rolls onto his back, pulling you along to lie on his chest.

"I'm afraid of all kinds of things," He says softly. "I'm afraid one day you won't be here when I return. That what I do will never be enough to satisfy my father," He pauses for a moment, then adds, "And I'm a little afraid of the dark."

You snort.

"Shut up, you are not."

"I am."

You prop yourself up to look down at him for a moment, and he's almost completely sure you're going to call him out on the lie. But then you flop back down, nuzzling into his neck.

"Well…I'm not scared of the dark, so I guess I'll have to protect you."

He laughs, giving you a gentle squeeze.

"Very well, I'll be counting on you."

[concept-of-personality]

Dangerous Bouquet

Мортарион тоже услышал советы про дарение цветов своей возлюбленной. Поэтому он принёс тебе... Борщевик Сосновского. Так в его характере! / Mortarion also heard the advice about giving flowers to your beloved. So he brought you… Sosnowsky's hogweed*. It's in his nature!

*Heracleum sosnowskyi, or Sosnowsky's hogweed is a very common invasive species in Eastern Europe that has the ability to cause severe and long-lasting sunburns on the skin when exposed to the sun.

Даже кожа примарха не защищает от волдырей, вызванных соком борщевика / Even a primarch's skin cannot protect against blisters caused by hogweed sap.

Но Мортарион умоляет принять его ухаживания. Он может быть стойким, но только не перед тобой. / But Mortarion begs you to accept his advances. He may be steadfast, but not with you.

А вдохновением в этот раз мне послужил вот этот мем./ This time I was inspired by this meme.

TRANSLATION

— Girls, which flower in a bouquet is a 100% red flag for you?

— Hogweed (meaning Sosnowsky's hogweed)

[nightlordlover]

Merman! Roboute Guilliman Smut

Note: I’m just gonna leave this here.

“Is something on your mind?” you ask him one evening “Whatever it is you know that you can tell me, right?”

Something was on Guillimans mind. You could feel it. Physically he was there but while his head rested against your chest he made no sound. Meeting at the lagoon had been his idea. He had found the secret unoccupied spot where you could rest with him with no need to swim up into the open sea and no risk of confrontation with the others since his massive frame was easily spotted despite the good camouflage. Days were spend talking, holding each other and fishing together. In this place you could be you and Roboute could just be Roboute. Whatever was on his mind though didn’t leave him alone and neither did it you.

“I did some readings and came across some records of humans doing certain intimate acts with their mouths on each other.” he said measuring every word. “We have not done it when we last coupled. I would not wish to left you feel wanting.”

From the very beginning you knew that your relationship would be unconventional. Different bodies, different cultures, different species. You were so different from each other but Guilliman made an effort to bridge the gap and find a way to coexist without having one party to change beyond recognition. So far it had worked well but the more he learned the more questions arose in him along with new expectations.

“It’s not something that is necessarily required, my love.” you start as you gently caress his cheek “It’s more like a nicety. You do it because you like it, not because you need to do it.”

“But you would like it?” he clarified and he seemed almost eager for the answer to be positive.

“I would but like I said you dont need to do it if you dont like it. I would never want you to feel force especially if it’s not something you do to each other.”

"If I dont try it, I will not know if I like it or not. To assume I wouldnt enjoy it before I’ve had the chance to see it for myself would be a faulty logic." and how could you argue with that. Guilliman had already made up his mind before he had even approached you.

“Well how can I argue with that?”

As soon as you agreed he tried to go in for a kiss but you pushed him away gently, an idea already forming in your mind. “Let me get my clothes off first.” and obediently he let go of you. In his mind he could pretty much do it for you. Ever since your first time together he had made himself acquainted with human clothing and no button or stubborn zipper would hinder him but if you insisted to do it yourself then he would let you to it.

How glad he was that he did.

The moment you stood up you started to undo your clothes with teasing slowness, putting on a show just for him. A working glove here, a shirt there, pulling it over your head and making sure to give your back a subtle arch, your pants were brushed off with ease and soon after came your panties.

You could tell he was excited. In moments like these Guilliman reminded you more of a predator, dropping the illusion that he was a human like you. His pupils were reduced to slits, his tail moving in the water restlessly, muscles coiled with strength that surpassed your own tenfold. His sharp claws that could tear through flesh and bone extended, leaving marks on the sand. And all his attention was on you.

You stripped off the last piece of clothing, letting it fall beside you and allowing him a clear view and his body that was more than twice your length flexed every muscle. No matter how often he saw it, he never grew tired of the sight of you and as soon as you were within reach he grabbed your wrist pulling you closer to his level, making you settle below him. He kissed your lips, putting a hand on the nape of your neck to breach the distance. All that was left on you was jewelry and the bracelet on your arm that he had given you and that matched the one on his arm. A sign that you were his and he was yours.

You settled on the sand, thighs open so he would have better access and Guilliman did not hesitate to crawl in between them. For a moment he hesitated, unsure how to approach this new battlefield and no doubt his mind ran a dozen theoreticals and practicals before he finally settled on a kiss along your inner thigh. The goosebumps that appeared on your body were enough for him to know you liked it. Human bodies were strange but also easy to read when you knew what to look for and Roboute put your legs over his shoulder, kissing you again and again, closer to your core. He build up the anticipation, teasing you like you had teased him by removing your garments one by one.

He would have to admit having your sex so close to his face was much different than being in you but Roboute was a fast learner and would figure it out how to best please you. His tongue was slow, licking up and down while he sucked at you, searching for the angles that would make you thighs tense up and squirm under him while being mindful of his teeth. The last thing he wanted was to injure you. He chased the sweet sound that you made, every gasp, every small moan that told him more than a thousand words.

His rhythm was steady, his tongue circling your pearl relentlessly, sometimes entering your body experimentally before returning to his efforts. His lips easily wrapped around your clit and sucking on it. You were in heaven and it hardly bothered you when his claws started to leave small marks on you or the hint of teeth when he brushed against you. All that mattered was him between your legs and the delightful sounds you were making and your hand tangling with his short hair was the least of his problems.

And finally his persistence was rewarded.

“Don’t stop…just like that..” you said desperate, chasing that high and it was all he needed to know that he found the perfect key to your pleasure, keeping up the pace till the very end.

Guilliman felt your hand tightening in his hair, pushing him closer while your back arched off the sand. Something warm hit his tongue and he kept up the rhythm through your orgasm. Only when he felt your body relaxing did he retreat and pull away. For a moment he concentrated on your taste, moving it around in his tongue, trying to decipher all the notes and catalog it like he would do with any other substance but it was overshadowed when he looked up. Seeing your chest rise with deep breaths, your face flushed with the afterglow of your climax made excitement bubble in his chest again and for a moment he drank in every detail before measuring himself. Patience was a virtue and he would do well to maintain it even if he was ready for more and he felt it in his lower body, pressing hard against the sand. Who knew that your arousal could give him such a backlash?

His eyes noticed your bag lying not far away from your clothes and he made a move to crawl in that direction in hopes of finding water in there that you could drink. He would not want for his lover to dry out if such a thing was even possible for a human. But a hand around his arm stopped him making him turn to you again, his eyes flashing down your body quickly before they rested on your face again. There was arousal in your eyes, satisfaction and something he could not yet identify but your words were enough for him to know exactly what was on your mind.

“Want me to return the favor?”

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[ilvafrost]

"— Dorn is an idiot. He knows nothing about raising children. Pay attention, my little girl. Your father has far superior taste in educational material. Today, I'll read you... *dramatic pause* The Art of Siege Warfare.

— Darling... *the sigh of a woman who has completely given up*"

And here’s Perturabo!

No, he didn’t build himself a wife. (Like, literally build one. As a robot.) Althoughhhh… you know what? Maybe he did. He absolutely could, honestly. The man is handy. He built all the furniture in his daughter’s room himself, after all. And he drew up the entire defense plan for his daughter’s room himself, too.

📜For those who missed the previous episode

[emps-with-a-steel-chair]

Do you think Perturabo chose his spouse because they were the only ones to hold the flashlight exactly how he needed it.

[emps-with-a-steel-chair]

I now thinking about Lion purring together with his children.Something he finds embarassing and swears absolute secrecy for his lady wife.

I can picture it.

"You can PURR?"

"Yes. Do not bring it up to anyone outside of this room, nor ever again." Lion demanded, setting the children down into their playpens. His brows furrowed you had caught him holding your twins after a feeding, purring. A deep low purr.

"Only if you admit to breaking my favorite vase." You replied smirking up at him.

"I did not break that damn vase, woman!" Lion exclaimed, glaring at you with several toys in his hands. You both stare at each other silently until Vulkan walked into the room, eager to see the babies. A grin crossed your face and Lion moved to silence you before his secret could be spilled.

"vULKAN GUESS WHAT-."

[emps-with-a-steel-chair]

Consider sang puffing up his feathers and cooing like a dove. I just wanted to share

Lolol

"Sang, did you just coo at me?" You jest, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. His feathers puffed and face beet red after realizing the noise he made. He reminded you of Terran doves.

"No."

"if you want to kiss me you can just ask."

"..."

"didn't think about that, did you?"

"...no."