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My battle with the shadowban is dragging on longer than I thought it would. Henceforth, I shall be jumping ship from this account to another and keeping this one up as an archive/till it is fixed.
To message me or keep up to date with my writing and art, check out this tumblr here. Hopefully, it will work out better than this one here.
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Got a whole lot of new followers so thought I'd reblog this again.
Hello everyone! Thank you so much for supporting my stuff, it seriously means so much. Unfortunately though, this blog has been shadow banned by tumblr, and as such I'm not active on it anymore. The above link is for my new active blog. So if you wanna see more headcanons, fan fics and general writerly 40k musings, then head on over there.
Okay babes, here it is. As requested by the wonderful, beautiful, gorgeous @yanagikou, here is the sfw alphabet for Sevetar. I hope I did him justice. I did my due diligence in researching him, but he's not a character I'm very familiar with so. I did my best, but I apologise in advance if I've gotten anything supper wrong or ooc.
As usual, unedited, so sorry for any and all mistakes. Please enjoy and send thru any fic or hc requests cause I love doing them. They push me outside my comfort zone (like this one haha) and I love making content for others to enjoy :)
A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Jago Sevetarion adores you like literally nothing else in the galaxy... but he has no idea how to show it. Like, sure, the general, more explicit-type ways of showing affection such as kissing and nsfw stuff, he understands. But the subtle stuff? Stuff like casual intimacy, loving words and soft physical touches that do not immediately lead to sharing a bed? The poor man has no understanding of it. Considering his background, however, this isn't surprising. That being said, however, after having some time to follow your example and get comfortable and familiar with the idea of physical expressions of affection, I can see Jago picking it up in some small way. For one, it's to show you he cares. That he's willing to change a few of his ways for your sake. But more importantly, it's to remind his brothers that you're his. That he is always within hand's reach of you. So, for the love of the False Emperor, they'd better stay the hell away from you or he will make them wish they were dead.
Once he is more comfortable with the idea of expressing affection, I can see Jago being a fan of pet names. He strikes me as that sort of man. A few suggestions could be "little one", "little bird" or "little lady." Anything that emphasises your size difference and the fact that you are his.
B - Best friend (What are they like as a friend? How would the friendship start?)
So long as you showed yourself to be loyal to him and his cause, I reckon Jago would be actually be a pretty good friend. He's quite charismatic and loyalty is one of, if not his strongest value. He's not the kind of friend to offer you a shoulder to cry on, but so long as you'd do the same for him, he would absolutely ride or die for you.
C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
I'll be honest, even after he becomes familiar with physical affection, I struggle to see Jago being super into cuddling. To accept such physical comfort, to be that vulnerable with another living being, I think he would struggle to not see that as weakness. He might hold onto you in a more protective, possessive way, but don't expect anything particularly gentle or comforting from him in that regard.
D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Jago loves his life as a Night Lord. Delivering justice, executing punishment on those who deserve it (all according to him, of course), it's what he lives for. He truly believes in it. And he would want you to believe in it, too.
E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
I don't really think I need to elaborate on how Jago might break up with you if he doesn't like you- you can put two and two together. However, if Jago still loves you, and it's circumstance that's forcing you two apart, I see it being a... tumultuous affair. He's not familiar with compassion or gentleness- even if he feels those things, he doesn't know how to express them, be it with his body or his words. Therefore, Jago would break up with you by either being so cold it drives you to leave yourself, or by ravishing you with harsh words. It's not malice, however, that makes him do this. It's to protect himself and his own hearts. Maybe if he acts like this doesn't hurt him, it won't. But, of course, it still will.
Now, if you broke up with Jago... Jesus Christ, babes, you don't know what you've done. Only person worse to break up with would be Konrad Curze himself. Whether you want it or not, Jago is your furious, heart-broken stalker shadow. And unlike someone like Sanguinius, who even amidst his possessiveness would balk at the thought of it causing you distress, Jago doesn't have any such concern. He's yours, you're his. Damn you for forgetting it, and damn anyone who thinks they can change it.
F - Fiancé (How to they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)
Jago would want to marry you right away. One, because loyalty is everything to him. And two, for your protection. If you're cornered by a Night Lord who doesn't know better, being able to name drop Jago Sevetarion as your husband is a pretty sure-fire way to get him to leave you alone.
G - Gentle (How gentle are they? Both physically and emotionally?)
I think some of my previous answers have answered this one pretty well already: to the Night Lords, gentleness is a foreign concept at best and actively despised at worst. Jago might learn how to be gentle from you, and he might partake consciously for your benefit, but it doesn't come naturally to him.
H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it and what is it like?)
Similar to cuddling. If Jago hugs you, it's because he's feeling possessive or protective of you. Now, that being said, if you were injured or in a particular state of distress, Jago would hug you in comfort. For as problematic as some of his behaviours may be, he still loves you. He adores you. He wants to keep you safe. And he wants you to know all of those things.
I - I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
A long, long time.
J - Jealous (How jealous do they get? What are they like when they're jealous?)
I might be a bit contrarion in this regard, but I don't see Jago being a jealous lover. Protective and possessive, absolutely, but not jealous. He's loyal, and if he's fallen in love with you, it's because he knows you're loyal too. And, as such, he trusts you absolutely. He also doesn't see any of his brothers as a potential 'threat'; he's the Primarch's favourite son, the best Night Lord there ever was: no one can compete with that.
K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Fierce, hungry and so passionate it brims on obsession. Your lips are getting bitten, your breath is getting stolen, and for good measure, he might bite a chunk out of your neck or shoulder, too.
L - Little Ones (How are they around children?)
Honestly, if The Long Night short story is anything to go by, Jago might just be the best with children a Night Lord could hope to be. In general, he would be indifferent to kids, but if it was a kid that was close to you (say, a little sister or brother, for example) or a child who has been the victim of sin, Jago would try to be compassionate. He'd be a lot better at it since meeting you, too.
M - Mornings (How are morning spent with them?)
Jago is absolutely waking you up with a ravishing of fierce kisses. Nothing further your honour.
N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)
Jago suffers from psychic headaches and nightmares, so nights with him would be pretty unsettled to say the least. They would, however, provide ample opportunity for you two to bond on an emotional level. If anything, these nights might just be the thing that bonds Jago to you forever. After waking from a nightmare or from a terrible headache, Jago can't hide that vulnerability from you, no matter how hard he tries. And when you answer that vulnerability with compassion- massaging his scalp until the pain fades or curling up on his chest so he might hold you while he settles back to a state of sleep- that shit is gonna change Jago somewhere deep in his soul. In those moments, he's going to be human again.
O - Openess (When will they start revealing things about themselves? Do they reveal things slowly over time or all at once?)
Jago's life might be wraught with pain and suffering, but he doesn't seem particularly affected by it, if you catch my drift. Therefore, he'd be relatively comfortable opening up to you. It would be presented as anecdotes or entertaining stories rather than seeking comfort, however. I imagine he'd be deeply entertained by any of your shocked reactions to some of his stories, too.
P - Patience (How easily are they angered?)
For a Night Lord- for a space marine, even- Jago is pretty patient. He's far from saintly (obviously) but his temper is something you can work with.
Q - Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail or do they forget the minor things?)
Jago feigns that he doesn't care about such things, but in truth he remembers everything. You are the object of his adoration- he's committed everything single little thing about you to memory.
R - Remember (What's their favourite memory of the relationship?)
That first time he woke from a psychic night terror and you were there to comfort him. He'd never admit this, not even to himself. But that moment means everything to him. It's the moment he realised that he needed you- not as a serf, but something so much deeper. It's the moment he fell in love with you.
S - Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
I think I've answered this already. Jago knows how dangerous the Night Lords are to you, not to mention the galaxy as a whole. He protects you with unmatched ferocity and devotion. In spite of outward appearances, you're probably the safest person in the entire galaxy as Sevetar's wife.
T - Try (How much effort do they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts and everyday tasks?)
Much like R, Jago pretends he doesn't care about such things, but he does. And in his own, little ways, he shows it to you. It's sweet, really.
U - Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Possessiveness, overprotectiveness, borderline obsessiveness as well as a splash of astartes arrogance and night lords callousness.
V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Not at all. This man slaughters people daily. He's covered in scars. He doesn't care about his looks at all.
W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
He wouldn't know it at first, but absolutely he'd feel incomplete with you. If you were ever injured, captured or he almost lost you in some other way, the realisation would hit him like a bus. You could expect the protectiveness to get worse after that, too.
X - Xtra (A random head cannon for them)
If in some alternate timeline he was able to save Altani's life and take her with him, the three of you would become the most twisted but loving nuclear family. Jago would be a Night Lords girl dad, you'd be a big sis/aunt to Altani, and Altani would help further break down Jago's walls.
Y - Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like in a partner, or in general?)
Disloyalty, someone who did not accept him for him (excluding the areas where you help him grow/change for the better, of course)
Z - Zzz (What are some sleeping habits of theirs?)
As mentioned back up in N, Jago struggles with sleep due to his psychic afflictions. Also as mentioned, your presence would help this greatly. I could even see him getting to the point where without you by his side, he couldn't sleep at all.
I had no idea about Tumblr’s shadowban until it happened to me. Since then, surprisingly quite a few number of people have texted me about them getting shadowbanned as well. Now that I’m aware of it, I realize it’s becoming increasingly common for legit blogs like mine to get shadowbanned for no reason at all. So hope this helps everyone who has to unnecessarily go through this.
What does shadowban exactly mean?
Basically, your blog exists and mostly functions as it normally would, but Tumblr has made it invisible to everyone else. Tumblr lets you believe that everything is fine and that you can interact with others, but actually you can’t. (Look at the wikipedia definition here.)
Why does this happen?
From what I understand, blogs get shadowbanned since they are suspected of being bots, or just sketchy, or they might be going against Tumblr’s guidelines. I’m not sure, but it might also happen if someone has reported your blog.
But more often than not, it’s just a tumblr glitch.
How to tell if your blog has been shadowbanned? And most of the things that happen during this state.
(These are the things that I personally went through. It might not be the same for everyone. Also, my main blog (@that-damn-girl) was shadowbanned. My side-blogs were fine. So in case your main blog is fine but your side blog is shadowbanned, you might have a different experience.)
(P.S. remember that commenting on a post and sending an ask are features reserved for the main blog only.)
More Than You Could Ever Know: Sanguinius x F! Reader
A/N: As per the will of the poll, here is a lil bit of Sangy fluff just in time for the new year. Apologies for spelling and grammar errors, thank you for your support and please enjoy the fic :)
Sypnosis: Sanguinius returns home from battle sore, exhausted and dishevelled. Thankfully, though, he's got you to take care of him.
C/W: None
Dropping whatever you were doing, you practically run to him. Throwing you arms around his waist and squeezing him tight enough to make him grunt. "You're back," you say into his chest.
When Sanguinius finally enters your chambers, returning at last from another gruelling battle, he's practically stumbling over his feet. He's already shed his armour, and the loose-fitting robes he wears instead give you a clear and frightening view of the bruises plastered across his chest. His wings are a mess of broken and tattered feathers, and the hunch in his shoulders hints at some nasty knot of tightness nestled between the muscles of his back. Despite this state, however, when he finally lays his eyes on you, Sanguinius manages a warm, loving smile. "My little dove," he says. "By the Gods, are you a sight for sore eyes."
Sanguinius' chest rumbles against your cheek as he laughs. You feel a heavy, yet gentle hand come to rest on top of your head. "Of course I am," he says.
"Are you hurt?"
"Just tired and a little sore. Nothing more."
You break your embrace, taking one of his giant hands in both of yours. "I'll be the judge of that. Come on. Bed. Now."
"My dove, I only just-"
"I can see the way you're holding your wings," you interrupt. "You're more than just a little sore." You tug on his hand. "So, come on. Lie down, and let me do my job."
"Giving me massages and grooming my wings are not your jobs," Sanguinius says.
"Yes they are," you retort. "You take care of the Imperium, and I take care of you. That's how this work."
At that, he sighs. The affection in his eyes is tangible. Finally, he lets you lead him towards bed. Standing dutifully still as you strip off his robe before climbing on top of the covers and lying down on his front. He stretches out his wings, letting them spill over both sides of the bed. As he does, an involuntary sigh slips out from between his lips. Joining him on top of the bed, you climb up his body to straddle his lower back. Before you lies what could be a piece from a marble statue: your husband's muscular, well-sculpted back. Impossibly strong, yet beautifully soft. A work of art made flesh and sinew.
Sanguinius sighs again.
"You alright down there, darling?" you ask cheekily.
The great angel gives a flutter of his dishevelled wings. "I'm perfect, my sweet. Absolutely perfect."
Interlocking your fingers, you crack your knuckles a few times. "Not yet, you're not."
With that, you lean forwards and set down your hands. Pressing your palms into the top of his traps and gently dragging them down. Sanguinius grunts in satisfaction, and you feel the muscles relax. You do the same to his shoulders, then the back of his neck. Using slow, yet firm movements to break down the tension stored within muscle and release it. As you work, Sanguinius is purring. His breathing is so slow he could be sleeping, and his purrs reverberate through his entire body and into yours.
Moving your hands down Sanguinius' spine, you reach the points where his wings attach to his back. Here, the muscles aren't just tense: they're rock solid. The moment you touch them, too, you hear Sanguinius' breath hitch in his throat.
"Let me know if I'm being too rough," you tell him.
Sanguinius just hums in response. When you begin kneading at the knot in his back, however, the sound becomes a loud, almost sensual moan. "Warp dammit," he breathes.
You chuckle. "How did you put it before? Just a little sore?"
Sanguinius' entire body trembles as he laughs. "Perhaps I understated it."
Smiling, you continue your work. Unravelling and unwinding all the tiny, intricate bands of flesh overlaid that form his flight muscles. Underneath you, Sanguinius is a groaning, goose-flesh riddled mess. His wings are puffed and twitchy, and the purr in the back of his throat has risen to an audible coo.
Slowly, you finish up your massage. Leaning forward until your chest is pressed against Sanguinius' back, you sweep his hair aside and plant a kiss on the nape of his neck. "All done," you say imto his skin. "Now. Give me a moment to find your comb and I'll make a start on your wings."
Sanguinius tilts his head to the side, gazing up at you through one sleepy, half-hooded eye. "No," he rumbles.
"No?" you ask.
"No. They can wait a little while." Shifting onto his right hip, he raises his left wing. "Come, my dove. Lay with me. It has been too long since I have held you."
Your face breaks out into a grin. Mindful of his feathers, you climb off Sanguinius' back and slip underneath his wing. You lie on you side facing him. The moment your body touches the bed, Sanguinius' wing folds in and around you, pressing you hard against his warm, lithe body. Its feathers cast gentle shadows over you, blocking out the outside world, as if the only thing that ever existed was this moment the pair of you shared right now. Sanguinius' eyes sparkle as he gazes at you. The look on his face could only be described as dreamy.
Gently, you cradle his cheek with one hand. "I wish we could stay like this," you say. "I wish you didn't have to go away and fight."
Sadness touches the corners of Sanguinius' eyes. "I know, my love. I..." He sighs. The wing wrapped around you hugs you even tighter. "I know how hard it is on you. And for it I am sorry."
"It's not your fault," you murmur. "I understand. I just... sometimes I wish we could leave it all behind. Just live in peace, you know?"
"I do," Sanguinius says. "More than you could ever know."
Snuggling closer to him, you peck him on the nose with your lips. "I love you," you whisper.
Before you can pull away, Sanguinius catches your mouth with his, kissing you with weeks' worth of yearning and desire. "I love you more," he whispers back. "More than you could ever know."
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Awww that is so heartwarming and a bit bittersweet. I’m sure many of his brothers, himself included, dream of the day when they don’t need to fight anymore and can live out their days with lovers/partners/families/friends and do something else.
More Than You Could Ever Know: Sanguinius x F! Reader
A/N: As per the will of the poll, here is a lil bit of Sangy fluff just in time for the new year. Apologies for spelling and grammar errors, thank you for your support and please enjoy the fic :)
Sypnosis: Sanguinius returns home from battle sore, exhausted and dishevelled. Thankfully, though, he's got you to take care of him.
C/W: None
When Sanguinius finally enters your chambers, returning at last from another gruelling battle, he's practically stumbling over his feet. He's already shed his armour, and the loose-fitting robes he wears instead give you a clear and frightening view of the bruises plastered across his chest. His wings are a mess of broken and tattered feathers, and the hunch in his shoulders hints at some nasty knot of tightness nestled between the muscles of his back. Despite this state, however, when he finally lays his eyes on you, Sanguinius manages a warm, loving smile. "My little dove," he says. "By the Gods, are you a sight for sore eyes."
Dropping whatever you were doing, you practically run to him. Throwing you arms around his waist and squeezing him tight enough to make him grunt. "You're back," you say into his chest.
Sanguinius' chest rumbles against your cheek as he laughs. You feel a heavy, yet gentle hand come to rest on top of your head. "Of course I am," he says.
"Are you hurt?"
"Just tired and a little sore. Nothing more."
You break your embrace, taking one of his giant hands in both of yours. "I'll be the judge of that. Come on. Bed. Now."
"My dove, I only just-"
"I can see the way you're holding your wings," you interrupt. "You're more than just a little sore." You tug on his hand. "So, come on. Lie down, and let me do my job."
"Giving me massages and grooming my wings are not your jobs," Sanguinius says.
"Yes they are," you retort. "You take care of the Imperium, and I take care of you. That's how this work."
At that, he sighs. The affection in his eyes is tangible. Finally, he lets you lead him towards bed. Standing dutifully still as you strip off his robe before climbing on top of the covers and lying down on his front. He stretches out his wings, letting them spill over both sides of the bed. As he does, an involuntary sigh slips out from between his lips. Joining him on top of the bed, you climb up his body to straddle his lower back. Before you lies what could be a piece from a marble statue: your husband's muscular, well-sculpted back. Impossibly strong, yet beautifully soft. A work of art made flesh and sinew.
Sanguinius sighs again.
"You alright down there, darling?" you ask cheekily.
The great angel gives a flutter of his dishevelled wings. "I'm perfect, my sweet. Absolutely perfect."
Interlocking your fingers, you crack your knuckles a few times. "Not yet, you're not."
With that, you lean forwards and set down your hands. Pressing your palms into the top of his traps and gently dragging them down. Sanguinius grunts in satisfaction, and you feel the muscles relax. You do the same to his shoulders, then the back of his neck. Using slow, yet firm movements to break down the tension stored within muscle and release it. As you work, Sanguinius is purring. His breathing is so slow he could be sleeping, and his purrs reverberate through his entire body and into yours.
Moving your hands down Sanguinius' spine, you reach the points where his wings attach to his back. Here, the muscles aren't just tense: they're rock solid. The moment you touch them, too, you hear Sanguinius' breath hitch in his throat.
"Let me know if I'm being too rough," you tell him.
Sanguinius just hums in response. When you begin kneading at the knot in his back, however, the sound becomes a loud, almost sensual moan. "Warp dammit," he breathes.
You chuckle. "How did you put it before? Just a little sore?"
Sanguinius' entire body trembles as he laughs. "Perhaps I understated it."
Smiling, you continue your work. Unravelling and unwinding all the tiny, intricate bands of flesh overlaid that form his flight muscles. Underneath you, Sanguinius is a groaning, goose-flesh riddled mess. His wings are puffed and twitchy, and the purr in the back of his throat has risen to an audible coo.
Slowly, you finish up your massage. Leaning forward until your chest is pressed against Sanguinius' back, you sweep his hair aside and plant a kiss on the nape of his neck. "All done," you say imto his skin. "Now. Give me a moment to find your comb and I'll make a start on your wings."
Sanguinius tilts his head to the side, gazing up at you through one sleepy, half-hooded eye. "No," he rumbles.
"No?" you ask.
"No. They can wait a little while." Shifting onto his right hip, he raises his left wing. "Come, my dove. Lay with me. It has been too long since I have held you."
Your face breaks out into a grin. Mindful of his feathers, you climb off Sanguinius' back and slip underneath his wing. You lie on you side facing him. The moment your body touches the bed, Sanguinius' wing folds in and around you, pressing you hard against his warm, lithe body. Its feathers cast gentle shadows over you, blocking out the outside world, as if the only thing that ever existed was this moment the pair of you shared right now. Sanguinius' eyes sparkle as he gazes at you. The look on his face could only be described as dreamy.
Gently, you cradle his cheek with one hand. "I wish we could stay like this," you say. "I wish you didn't have to go away and fight."
Sadness touches the corners of Sanguinius' eyes. "I know, my love. I..." He sighs. The wing wrapped around you hugs you even tighter. "I know how hard it is on you. And for it I am sorry."
"It's not your fault," you murmur. "I understand. I just... sometimes I wish we could leave it all behind. Just live in peace, you know?"
"I do," Sanguinius says. "More than you could ever know."
Snuggling closer to him, you peck him on the nose with your lips. "I love you," you whisper.
Before you can pull away, Sanguinius catches your mouth with his, kissing you with weeks' worth of yearning and desire. "I love you more," he whispers back. "More than you could ever know."
Tag list: @yurihasurunbara @justfreakynothingelse @wolf-feathers12
More Than You Could Ever Know: Sanguinius x F! Reader
A/N: As per the will of the poll, here is a lil bit of Sangy fluff just in time for the new year. Apologies for spelling and grammar errors, thank you for your support and please enjoy the fic :)
Sypnosis: Sanguinius returns home from battle sore, exhausted and dishevelled. Thankfully, though, he's got you to take care of him.
C/W: None
Dropping whatever you were doing, you practically run to him. Throwing you arms around his waist and squeezing him tight enough to make him grunt. "You're back," you say into his chest.
When Sanguinius finally enters your chambers, returning at last from another gruelling battle, he's practically stumbling over his feet. He's already shed his armour, and the loose-fitting robes he wears instead give you a clear and frightening view of the bruises plastered across his chest. His wings are a mess of broken and tattered feathers, and the hunch in his shoulders hints at some nasty knot of tightness nestled between the muscles of his back. Despite this state, however, when he finally lays his eyes on you, Sanguinius manages a warm, loving smile. "My little dove," he says. "By the Gods, are you a sight for sore eyes."
Sanguinius' chest rumbles against your cheek as he laughs. You feel a heavy, yet gentle hand come to rest on top of your head. "Of course I am," he says.
"Are you hurt?"
"Just tired and a little sore. Nothing more."
You break your embrace, taking one of his giant hands in both of yours. "I'll be the judge of that. Come on. Bed. Now."
"My dove, I only just-"
"I can see the way you're holding your wings," you interrupt. "You're more than just a little sore." You tug on his hand. "So, come on. Lie down, and let me do my job."
"Giving me massages and grooming my wings are not your jobs," Sanguinius says.
"Yes they are," you retort. "You take care of the Imperium, and I take care of you. That's how this work."
At that, he sighs. The affection in his eyes is tangible. Finally, he lets you lead him towards bed. Standing dutifully still as you strip off his robe before climbing on top of the covers and lying down on his front. He stretches out his wings, letting them spill over both sides of the bed. As he does, an involuntary sigh slips out from between his lips. Joining him on top of the bed, you climb up his body to straddle his lower back. Before you lies what could be a piece from a marble statue: your husband's muscular, well-sculpted back. Impossibly strong, yet beautifully soft. A work of art made flesh and sinew.
Sanguinius sighs again.
"You alright down there, darling?" you ask cheekily.
The great angel gives a flutter of his dishevelled wings. "I'm perfect, my sweet. Absolutely perfect."
Interlocking your fingers, you crack your knuckles a few times. "Not yet, you're not."
With that, you lean forwards and set down your hands. Pressing your palms into the top of his traps and gently dragging them down. Sanguinius grunts in satisfaction, and you feel the muscles relax. You do the same to his shoulders, then the back of his neck. Using slow, yet firm movements to break down the tension stored within muscle and release it. As you work, Sanguinius is purring. His breathing is so slow he could be sleeping, and his purrs reverberate through his entire body and into yours.
Moving your hands down Sanguinius' spine, you reach the points where his wings attach to his back. Here, the muscles aren't just tense: they're rock solid. The moment you touch them, too, you hear Sanguinius' breath hitch in his throat.
"Let me know if I'm being too rough," you tell him.
Sanguinius just hums in response. When you begin kneading at the knot in his back, however, the sound becomes a loud, almost sensual moan. "Warp dammit," he breathes.
You chuckle. "How did you put it before? Just a little sore?"
Sanguinius' entire body trembles as he laughs. "Perhaps I understated it."
Smiling, you continue your work. Unravelling and unwinding all the tiny, intricate bands of flesh overlaid that form his flight muscles. Underneath you, Sanguinius is a groaning, goose-flesh riddled mess. His wings are puffed and twitchy, and the purr in the back of his throat has risen to an audible coo.
Slowly, you finish up your massage. Leaning forward until your chest is pressed against Sanguinius' back, you sweep his hair aside and plant a kiss on the nape of his neck. "All done," you say imto his skin. "Now. Give me a moment to find your comb and I'll make a start on your wings."
Sanguinius tilts his head to the side, gazing up at you through one sleepy, half-hooded eye. "No," he rumbles.
"No?" you ask.
"No. They can wait a little while." Shifting onto his right hip, he raises his left wing. "Come, my dove. Lay with me. It has been too long since I have held you."
Your face breaks out into a grin. Mindful of his feathers, you climb off Sanguinius' back and slip underneath his wing. You lie on you side facing him. The moment your body touches the bed, Sanguinius' wing folds in and around you, pressing you hard against his warm, lithe body. Its feathers cast gentle shadows over you, blocking out the outside world, as if the only thing that ever existed was this moment the pair of you shared right now. Sanguinius' eyes sparkle as he gazes at you. The look on his face could only be described as dreamy.
Gently, you cradle his cheek with one hand. "I wish we could stay like this," you say. "I wish you didn't have to go away and fight."
Sadness touches the corners of Sanguinius' eyes. "I know, my love. I..." He sighs. The wing wrapped around you hugs you even tighter. "I know how hard it is on you. And for it I am sorry."
"It's not your fault," you murmur. "I understand. I just... sometimes I wish we could leave it all behind. Just live in peace, you know?"
"I do," Sanguinius says. "More than you could ever know."
Snuggling closer to him, you peck him on the nose with your lips. "I love you," you whisper.
Before you can pull away, Sanguinius catches your mouth with his, kissing you with weeks' worth of yearning and desire. "I love you more," he whispers back. "More than you could ever know."
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I doodled my Warhammer 40k ocs in one image! Cheers to 2025 and may this year be kind to us. ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡
I am very excited for this year as I plan to make more Warhammer 40k stuff. From fanart to writing fics, I can't wait to work on them and share them to all of you soon!
I think I've said this a lot but thank you for the warm and kind welcome when I got in and sharing some of my stuff in this fandom. Thank you so so much ;;___;;
Okay people, I've got a big fat list of requests and I need some help figuring out which one to do next. Cast your votes below :)
Perturabo sfw/nsfw alphabets
Jago Sevetarion nsfw alphabet
Sanguinius fluffy fic
Magnus sfw/nsfw alphabets
Voting ended onDec 31, 2024
Also wanna take a sec to say thank you so much for welcoming me into this community with such wide open arms. I love being here and I love making content for you all xoxo
Annnnnnnnd the results are in! The near 25% split between all four options surprised me a lot ngl.
But a fluffy Sangy fic one by a percent and a half, followed by Jago nsfw, then Perty alphabets and finally Magnus alphabets. So, that's the order of content for the next little while! Thank you to the 231 people who participated in the poll; your support means the absolute world! :)
Okay people, I've got a big fat list of requests and I need some help figuring out which one to do next. Cast your votes below :)
Perturabo sfw/nsfw alphabets
Jago Sevetarion nsfw alphabet
Sanguinius fluffy fic
Magnus sfw/nsfw alphabets
Voting ended onDec 31, 2024
Also wanna take a sec to say thank you so much for welcoming me into this community with such wide open arms. I love being here and I love making content for you all xoxo
