#warhammer suggestive

[nightlordlover]

[ahrianee]

[🌹] The hands of the Crimson King

Can you imagine being married to this man? And your small hand only manages to hold a couple of his large fingers?

I'm starting to like Magnus a little bit...

I haven't been able to draw much lately, I don't know if it's because I'm a bit overwhelmed or if I'm just having a soft art block, So I'm just throwing out random sketches

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[tomatojellyfish]

Dear tomato sprouts, we are on the roll!

Sanguinius and Horus - here

Perturabo - here

Vulcan and Dorn - here

Fulgrim At first, he makes a sculpture, then a mosaic, then a portrait, and finally, he paints you. He paints you, he paints you, he paints YOU again and again. Sometimes, in the middle of the process, he shifts from pigments to food substances he can lick from your ever-glowing, ever-growing body. You are a masterpiece of constant creation, ever changing, ever more radiant with each passing day. He designs clothes for you. They are airy and flowy, and he enjoys tearing them off with his teeth. His search for perfection is endless, but now he seeks it in the union between the two of you. Yes, there will be a child – a very physical embodiment of perfection, or at least the perception of it. He also finds that same pursuit in every act of love with you. It is rawer and more powerful than ever before. For the first time in his life, he willingly refrains from leading others and dedicates himself solely to you. Fulgrim spends hours during the day composing the symphony of your sounds of pleasure, and when night comes, he lets you rest while he drafts a hundred sketches of your sleeping form. Once the child is here, your Phoenician adores them. They are a little muse, yes, but his main one is still you. And he is here to let you know that you are as beautiful, as inspiring, and as mouth-watering as you ever were. If you need a physical reminder of that, he is here for it.

Angron The Red Angel becomes your guard dog in the months ahead. It's a miracle you've conceived, and he'll take no risks with anything that might harm you. He stays close in private and public alike, allowing nothing near except himself - and perhaps one or two trusted servants. Angron knows he can't fully trust himself, but when the Nails fall quiet in rare lucid moments, he seeks you. He delights - for lack of a better word - in your physical and emotional comforts. The days you can hold him are etched deepest in his fractured memory. Once the fruit of your love is born, he returns to your side, content at your bosom. He dares not take what belongs to his child, but if you offer, he won't refuse. Balancing obsession against rage fits is delicate work, but stars above and so below - you alone can give him this.

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[nightlordlover]

Behold people! I’m exercising my free will again!

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[nightlordlover]

Reactions to when you call the Primarch a ‘perverted old man’ while you’re fucking (in a flirtatious way)

Fulgrim: “I’m not that old!” takes mock offense not even at the “perverted” part of your statement since he owns it but at the “old man” part. You have to remind him that by human standard living for a hundred years makes him old.

Lion El’ Jonson: “Not perverted at all.” Sure he was called old but perverted? Nah there is no way in hell you know all his secrets to call him that or maybe you do?

Leman Russ: “THEN CALL ME DADDY!!”. Finds it amusing and laughs it off with a few of his own jokes. You probably both say unhinged things at each other on the regular basis so nothing surprises him.

Ferrus Manus: The hamster is running in his wheel but nothing is loading in his head. “I guess it be that way.”. Dirty talk just doesn’t work with him since he looks at the facts before him and agrees to it.

Jaghatai Khan: “Sure am.” Laughs it off since similar to Leman. Has no problem with dirty talk especially if it goes into a joking manner and again looking at the fact that he lived for hundred years he could be considered old. Doesn’t deny the pervert allegation.

Rogal Dorn: “I’m not perverted.” he says simply. Doesn’t care about the “old part” since yeah checks out. But perverted? Nope, never in his whole life. Now come fortify the position in bed with him.

Konrad Curze: “Wat?” is probably the first thing he asks as his brain tries to process if it is a crime or not. Since it’s not he will grumble something under his breath about it not being true. He hasn’t gotten the concept of dirty talk yet.

Sanguinius: You could hear his wings flutter as he became hyper aware of what you said and where you’ve said it. “My love you can’t say that!” he said quietly and with a laugh. Still he didn’t deny any allegations sooo do with that info what you want.

Corvus Corax: Yeah his pale skin doesn’t leave much to cover up the faint blush on his face. “Thanks?” Literally doesn’t know what to say and honestly he’s going to face palm himself in the shadows after you said you’re welcome back. You were flirting with him after all!

Roboute Guilliman: “I mean I start to get grey at the temples…oh you’re flirting…” takes him a moment to realize what you said but it does get a reaction out of him. Meet him in his quarters after eight p.m.

Vulkan: “Maybe but at least I aged like fine wine.” playful with it and sadly you’re not able to see the sweet blush that adores his face when he laughs at your flirting .

Angron: “Hah that was a good one.” A rare laugh escapes him. He may only have partly picked up on the flirting part because of the Nails but at least you’re quite a good jester.

Mortarion: Drops everything he was doing to make sure he was hearing right “what was that?” but not in an offended way but in a confused strangely turned on kind off way. Knows you’re flirting and while his flirting skills are left to be desired he still tries!

Magnus: “oh than let me show you all the experience I have accumulated over the years!” Takes it like a honor badge and an opportunity to show you just how perverted he can be and honestly he probably read so many smut novels for scientific reasons. Now he just needs some practice (RIP Magnus. You would’ve loved AO3)

Perturabo: “You get what you choose.” He would say before denying the pervert allegations even if he had confirmed them in his first statement. Snorts at it in private though when he rethinks it.

Horus Lupercal: “Yes and?”. Bold and unbothered about the assessment. Flirts back shamelessly after that statement and asks if that means he’s similar to a sugar daddy now because oh boy is he ready to give you sugar and more.

Lorgar Aurelian: “Excuse me? Right in front of my altar?” he was not sure if he heard you right but stumbles over his words as what do you even answer to that. Has a small crisis since it’s kinda hot but inappropriate for a chapel.

Alpharius/Omegon: “We? Perveted? Let’s see your search history then since you clearly like old perverted men.” One advice: Be careful what you say to people who have unlimited access to your browser history.

[nightlordlover]

I said what I said!

[nightlordlover]

Some Emperor x Perpetual Reader angst because I can: What if besides just taking yours and his DNA to make the Primarchs the Emperor messes around with your very soul?

Imagine being the lover of the Emperor, following him through all ages despite other perpetuals leaving till only you and Malcador are left at his side. You both are his most precious friends, you hold the status of receiving his kisses, his touches, his love. He comes up with glorious plans for humanity and while you don’t take him serious at first, he quickly proves you wrong. He’s very serious.

When he presents you with the plans of making armies and leaders in a petri-dish you have your doubts but noble plans require sacrifices and you allow it. You allow your lover to meddle with your body, with your DNA, with your very soul because you still trust him. You both went through so much. What is one event more?

The results are twenty children. A success by all means but why do you feel so empty? Something is missing in your essence and you find the missing parts embedded in each child. A powerful soul diminished to nothing. The Emperor assured you that everything would return to normal in time, your own power was not gone forever. What he didn’t tell you was that he didn’t know what was happening to you. The deal with those false gods went well. He had gained the knowledge he needed, tricked them into giving it to him. But now he was not sure if he was the one who had been tricked.

Then the scattering happens. Your noble sacrifice was made for nothing. Big E tries to console you but what can he say? He sets out to find them leaving you behind with Malcador on Terra. It starts slowly. Being more tired than usual, not being able to use parts of your power that you once held. You want to blame him but at the same time you had agreed to take part in his plans, haven’t you? It feels like your life essence was drained away by your own children. Away from you, the Emperor hardly knows the extend of what he had done to you.

The men he brings back are not your sons in any meaningful way. You didn’t raise them, you didn’t know them, in fact you were horrified of some creatures that were supposed to be your ‘children’. Some of them try to gain your affection, your approval. Others don’t see you as anything more than a strangers. Some are disappointed of seeing you as you hadn’t met their expectations.

At some point you pull back from the outside life. The Emperor grows stronger, more glorious by the day while you get more and more tired. His golden light blinds you, his love burns you and you retreat deeper into the Palace. The Emperor doesn’t like it at all but grants you that small mercy of peace. He visits you, without his sons, keeps you company while frantically trying to figure out how to fix you. It had been a mistake taking parts of your soul and now he was paying for it dearly.

He wanted to keep you forever at his side as his one true lover. By any right it was your fate being a perpetual. Now he watched his love slowly dying, being sucked by powers that he couldn’t control. His last visit ended in an argument. You loathed and resented your state, his promises of fixing you rang hollow. You were fading away, drained like a husk and you would disappear and all of it because him.

You stop counting time. The Heresy starts, one of your sons rebelled but what can you do? Your power is diminished and will never return to you. First Malcador disappeared, then the custodians you knew for so long, replaced by new ones every few weeks. At some point no one comes for you anymore. There are more pressing matters than you and even your lover never came back to see you.

Somewhere in the Imperial Palace the soul of a corpse shines bright, while another in the vaults slowly fades away. His dream is gone. Others don’t see him but he suffers and for a moment perhaps he understands you. His consciousness is slipping away but he understands that he had caused your downfall, your death and now he was suffering the same fate.

Thousands of years later Guilliman would go down the vaults after asking for your whereabouts. He never was close with the distant figure besides his father but there must be something that remained of the old imperium. All he finds is an empty room with burnt out candles. All that was left of you was a ghostly specter, haunting the halls. A silhouette in the dark, a flicker of movement is his peripheral vision. A parent he never knew, love he never received from you.

[nightlordlover]

Hey, I love your posts! :3 I'd love to ask how the Primarchs kiss? What would it be like being kissed by them?

Thank you so much! I love your posts too <3

Fulgrim

Like being offered a forbidden fruit. He knows that many would kill to be in your place but here you are getting his undivided attention all to yourself. Just give in and take a bite out of his splendid offering and let him take you away into oblivion.

Lion El’ Jonson

Like sharing a secret together. Being affectionate in public is not something he does for the sake of honor. And just like that you two are tucked away into the far corner of the ship with no one to see how your lips move together. A moment of weakness passing between you and sealed within his embrace.

Perturabo

Like slowly being unmade. Perturabo learns things fast and finds all the right weak spots in you like he does in a fortress. He exploits your weaknesses, finds the cracks that he can breakdown until you crumble in his arms only to rebuild you and repeat the process in an endless cycle.

Rogal Dorn

Like building each other up. It takes time to understand how to love another person and the same goes for kissing. With every second around you he notes how to do it best and in turn how he enjoys it. It’s mutual at this point and someday he might actually work out how to love you optimally.

Leman Russ

Like coming face to face with a mighty beast. His grin is always cocky, his eyes are as sharp as his teeth and every kiss is a challenge thrown at you, a dance for dominance and for a moment you’re so sweet on his tongue that he doesn’t mind yielding to you.

Jaghatai Khan

Like being swept away by the wind. His love is represented in his kind of life. Kisses go from slow to fast in just seconds but there is a perfect balance, a warriors grace to him that makes kissing him even more exquisite. And going on a ride with him means you never know what you will get.

Magnus

Like being transported into another world. With every kiss he opens his mind to you, connecting with yours and giving you a backlash of his own feelings. Don’t mind the colors dancing in your inner eye, he sees the same when he kisses you. Let him own your heart and soul.

Vulkan

Like being in the warm embrace of home. To his enemies he’s the fire that burns away taint, to you he’s the ember that keeps you warm. He’s always careful and soft while kissing you, even during passionate moments he makes sure he never hurts you. In his arms you will be safe and feel at peace.

Konrad Curze

Like feeling the cold touch of death upon your skin. He’s silent when he kisses you, his fingers always cold when he holds you and his eyes endless depths that pull you in. You deal with a being with too sharp teeth and a danse macabre of his own making.

Sanguinius

Like being kissed by the sun. He’s bright and has a lot of love to give to you. Kisses are short and sweet till they turn passionate. But his brightness also hides the shadow that lurks behind his back and lips. Everyone sees an angel but you know the strength that is coiled in his limbs.

Corvus Corax

Like falling into the shadows and being engulfed by them. When he kisses you it’s for his eyes only and he melts away from the room, taking you with him. You might not see him but you know he’s with you, holding you and letting you disappear into the darkness with him where you can enjoy him.

Ferrus Manus

Like tasting the in strength that lies in him. She he holds you, you can feel the contrast of his hot body to his cool arms and when he kisses you he is as unyielding as he is on the battlefield. You feel every muscle, every twitch and the smell of the forge follows him everywhere, clinging to you after he’s done.

Roboute Guilliman

Like making a strategy of love. Every movement he does is precised from the countless of times he kissed you and every time he adds another mental point of what you prefer. Keep kissing him, it only helps him keep you breathless and find new ways to keep it that way.

Horus Lupercal

Like being a system slowly conquered by him. His mouth is as demanding as his orders and you never know if you get the sweetness of it or the spice of it. The more he kisses you the more you start to understand why he was chosen as the warmaster. Kissing him is like going into a battle that you will loose.

Mortarion

Like being held like a butterfly. He’s well aware of his strength and besides not believing that someone is able to love him he doesn’t trust himself of not hurting you. He’s the child of death, bringer of destruction and when he kisses you it’s always soft, ready to let you go at any given moment.

Angron

Like walking on a blade’s edge. Kisses from him are far and few in between but when this gladiator of a man approaches you there is a fine line between passion and danger. You never know when he will switch but for those sweet seconds that pass between you two you might as well accept the risk.

Lorgar Aurelian

Like being a saint, worshipped by your most devoted follower. Every kiss is trying to convey his unbreakable loyalty to you, every touch borders on possessive as if he’s afraid that when he lets go of you, you will fade into thin air, leaving him with nothing but longing.

Alpharius/Omegon

Like being bit by a two headed snake. Kisses come from every direction and where one twin is, the other is never far behind. They wrap you in their coils, nibble on your lips and cheeks before consuming you whole and making you forever theirs.