HAII EVERYONE!! it's been a while but I got into warhammer 40k and to get myself out of artblock I'm doing a series where I draw the Primarchs as my little ponies for fun!!
P1. Magnus the Red
(+ tomorrow's pony is Fulgrim :3)
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HAII EVERYONE!! it's been a while but I got into warhammer 40k and to get myself out of artblock I'm doing a series where I draw the Primarchs as my little ponies for fun!!
P1. Magnus the Red
(+ tomorrow's pony is Fulgrim :3)
HIYA!!! ANOTHER PRIMARCH PONY FOR YOU!!
P2. Fulgrim
(+Jaghatai Khan is for tomorrow)
HEY HEY!!! ANOTHER PRIMARCH PONY!!
P3. Jaghatai Khan
(Mortarion coming soon!!)
HALLO FRIENDS!!!! Another Ponymarch for your enjoyment?
P4. Mortarion
I'm currently working on Vulkan and Sanguinius!! Will post soon!!
Hot, Bothered, Teased (2/3)
Valorem Gadriel x AFAB!Reader (he/him prns)
TW: NSFW, Oral, teasing
@theprojectaesir
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With a final swing of his power sword, Gadriel let out a mighty roar as the blade sliced clean through the last Tyranid in the now tapering wave. He peered out of the large floor to ceiling windows as the orbital cannon discharged and delivered a devastating blast to the Tyranid Hive Ship. Stray Tyranids screamed loud, guttural shrieks and scattered like rats. Vox comms crackled to life as the static-y voice of Acheran patched in.
“Archmagos Nozick is refusing to evacuate and we are running out of time. His locat….”
….Your cries filled the air as your nails raked down the sweating and hunched form of the Sergeant Primaris. Soft grunts from the blonde marine kept time alongside wet plaps. Fingers dug into the soft flesh beneath his hands-
Gadriel slammed into the floor with a crash, helmet ricocheting off of the tiles right after. A stray tyranid hiding from above had dove right for him and caught him off guard. He was quick to throw the chaos being off and scramble to his feet, spearing the foul beast through the chest and slamming it to the ground. He shook his head briefly before glancing over at Titus. Chairon was already down the hall, looking out for the rest of the group. Titus held his gaze with an indiscernible expression as he took a few steps forward.
“Is your mind clouded by something, brother?” His voice was low and carried a clear warning tone. Gadriel looked away, a flash of frustration rising up before mild guilt took its place.
“No, Lieutenant. I did not see that tyranid,” He responded lowly.
“Nor did you hear my warning, Sergeant?” Titus quietly hissed out. “Do not let your mind be clouded, Gadriel.” The older marine turned back around without a second glance and started after Chairon. Gadriel stayed put for a few more seconds as he stomped down the rising frustration.
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“The Emperor’s Angels are back! Get moving! Unload and prep for the priests!” Barked your commander as he clapped his leather clad hands together. You look up from where you sat on a munitions crate and braced your arms on the edges. Slowly, you slid off and your eyes searched the crowd of towering blue Angels for a familiar red helmet.
“Searching for someone, soldier?” You whirl on your heels and looked upwards where your lover stood. He grasped his helmet on both sides and pulled up in a smooth motion. Perfect blonde swept back hair and familiar cool blues greeted your sight.
“Yes, My Lord. May I ask how your deployment went?” You reply as your heart thumps rapidly in your chest. A hardly perceptible smirk flickered across his features.
“Collect my weapons from the Thunderhawk and I shall tell you. Come.” He walks away from you. An invitation to his quarters. Suddenly you remember what you left him with just hours before. Your stomach does flips as you hurried to collect the massive bolter pistol half your size. You catch up to him after struggling to find a comfortable grip on the weapon. He ushered you down the lengthy and confusing hallways of the Resilience all while recounting his voyage on the surface. You hardly paid attention, thinking of different ways Gadriel may exact revenge.
Finally, you both arrive at his quarters. Nervously you look up at the hulking figure before you. You knew what would happen as soon as you step inside.
“What is the matter, gunman? Shy suddenly? Go on, I need my weapon placed inside of its case for proper transport.” Gadriel was enjoying watching you squirm, no sign of the cocky man from earlier. Wordlessly, you step inside of his quarters and kneel down where the plasteel weapons case lay open. Slotting the bolter snuggly and shutting the lid, you snap the clasps shut. As you snap them shut, the door behind Gadriel slides shut and clicks as the locks engage.
Gadriel falls upon you like a starving animal, ceramite clad hands finding your waist and lifting you off your feet. Your back hit the wall and before you could protest, hot, moist breath washed over your neck before sharp teeth sank into your skin. The Primaris before you rumbled as he jutted his hips up against you in a rough manner. You are helpless against him but you most definitely do not want him to stop. The nervous pit in your stomach from earlier had morphed into arousal and excitement as your lover bit into you. He retracted after a few seconds and ran the flat of his tongue up the mark, finishing with a satisfying huff. Frantic and feral kisses pressed to your hot skin traveled down your collarbone. Your hands fumbled at your fatigues, shedding the layers that you wore. Lifting your shirt and continuing the trail of marks he left, he advanced lower while maintaining his hold on you. One hand slid to a leg, palm resting on the underside of your thigh. His other hand followed suit with the other. He lifted up and out, managing to keep you pinned with your legs now spread.
Cool air breezed against your cunt, causing it to squeeze involuntarily. Sharp canines grazed the sensitive meat of your inner thighs, eliciting a low whine from you and goosebumps rushed across your skin. A quiet rush of hot air from Gadriel told you he took immense pleasure in hearing you like this. He looked up and held your gaze as his mouth descended upon the apex of your thighs. Hot, burning waves of ecstacy rippled through you as his lips captured your swollen nub, and he began to suckle sweetly. Your hips jerked in reaction and a cry ripped from your throat. Your hands found his hair and gripped, earning a satisfied rumble from the well built marine. He kept up his relentless assault, the Sergeant Primaris enjoying how you writhed beneath him. One of your hands covered your mouth to keep yourself quiet. A metal hand was quick to pull it away.
“I need to hear you, my love.” His voice was low but commanding. You did what you were told although you occasionally bit back a loud moan. He moved back to your cunt, surprising you by delving his tongue into your folds. You could feel the wriggling hot mass worm its way deeper until his nose rested upon your pubic bone. He didn’t dare break eye contact with you. Your legs shook as the tip of his tongue brushed tantalizingly close to your sweet spot. You knew from experience that he could quite easily reach it and was just simply enacting his revenge. He pulled back just a little as you desperately tried to grind down on his face to gain a deeper angle. You whimpered in frustration. You felt him smirk between your thighs. He was enjoying the pathetic noises he was pulling from you.
He lapped at your folds, your juices dripping onto the floor several feet below you. Wet squelches came from his mouth as he feasted like a ravaged beast. Your fingers in his hair tightened and you opened your mouth to let out a loud squeal. Your eyes squeezed shut and your chest sucked in a lung full of air, the tightening knot in your groin threatening to come undone at a moment's notice. He pulled back right before you reached your peak, evoking a very frustrated hiss from within. Eyes twinkled as he set your feet on the ground, half naked and dripping between the thighs. His face was slick with your juices and an absolute shit eating grin was spread across his face.
“Do not test the patience of the Emperor's Angels, little one.” He picked up your fatigues and wiped his face clean before handing them back to you. He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning his back to your trembling, sexually frustrated and incredibly horny form. Silently, his door unlocked and slid open and he stepped out, leaving you alone in his quarters.
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Hey! I hope you enjoyed the read :3, I am currently trying to scrounge together the will to finish this as it is well over a month since I wrote this piece. If you like it, please, let me know!
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some kind of sketch-doodle-artwork of bayonetta i've been picking at since 2024, i don't know anymore what i was trying to accomplish with it
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I’m going to mis Destiny…
I think about what if Primarchs have daughters? So I draw it
im doing a good chunk of that big october event for freaks (loving) and sickos (affectionate) so here's a crop of day 1 w gadriel. you can find the full thing on my bluesky
Did a redraw with my Warhammer: Darktide OC. His name is Aeon and I love him. T^T
Gadriel x Reader
Warnings: oral (male receiving), edging,cock warming, sexual frustration, thigh job, cumming inside first time.
A surprise bit of smut for my hoes out there.
Hot, Bothered, Teased
Gadriel x AFAB!Reader - PT. 1 - SLIGHT NSFW
This was originally meant for @thetatsusensei when I first got them into Warhammer. (I lured them with a picture of Gadriel and they fell for it, hook, line and sink.)
The battle barge was bustling with activity, gearing up for the next deployment. Serfs and tech priests swarmed the loading bays like crows to crumbs of corpse starch. You stand in bay 4, awaiting your commander’s presence. You weren’t sure when they would show as they had the knack of always being conveniently late. Your task was to assist with loading the drop ships with munitions and medicae packs. You’d rather be down where the action is at the moment but, alas, last week, over half of your squadron became bolt sponges and tree fertilizer. Orders from higher ups had you stationed on this new battle barge while they figured out where to place you. As if it was the Emperor’s will, this battle barge housed a particular someone. Right as your mind was filled with thoughts of him, your commander appeared behind you.
“Why aren’t yew haulin’ boxes from supply yet? Yer the one in charge of heavy bolter rounds. Go on, git! Let’s go!” Your commander barks at you and waved his hands about. You roll your eyes but do as you’re told. You step off in the direction of the supply closet while your mind begins to wander. You nearly reach your destination when you bump into a hard object in your path. Blinking, your eyes travel up the object and meet icy blues observing you with obvious mirth.
“You don’t pay attention very well, little one. You may run into someone,” The armoured Ultramarine humoured with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Your face flushes a dark red that reaches your ears and you look around you with a quick glance. Nobody seems to be paying attention to the pair, too busy running around with last minute preparations. “Need a hand with a few things?”
“Yes, please, if you don’t mind,” You didn’t dare say his name aloud for fear someone may hear. Addressing a Space Marine properly was law on this ship, anything other than ‘My Lord’ resulted in punishment. You dart into the supply closet after the blonde marine, shutting the door behind you. The Space Marine’s brows pushed together in mild confusion as his eyes track your movements. In the blink of an eye you had scrambled atop a wooden crate, hands capturing the scarred skin of the marine’s face as your lips crashed to his in desperation. Hands grabbed at your waist, hauling you up with ease before sliding to your ass. Strong metal arms pulled you in after doing so and a low, warning growl rumbled from his chest. His lips parted and your tongue darted out to swipe his teeth, earning a firm squeeze on the ass.
Finally you pull back for air and his name spills from your lips like sweet honey. “Gadriel.” Barely a whisper, and yet it sent a shiver down his spine. Your name slipped from his right after.
“Little one, we can’t-” He was promptly cut off with another kiss from you. All complaints and concerns fell away as his tongue yields to yours. Standing on the tips of your toes to gain another inch above him, the slick band of muscle in your mouth dominates the cavern of his own.. Dragging the tip gently across the roof of his mouth in a beckoning motion pulls a quiet whine from his throat. The noise stoked the burning fire of desire within you as you began rolling your hips in a subtle manner. Your hands snaked their way up his head and tangled themselves into his short, blonde hair. Fingers delicately ghosted past the augmentations on the side of his head, tracing the scar tissue.
“Holy Terra,” Gadriel’s voice was weak with want as you both part once more for air. Ragged breathing echoed quietly off the walls of the supply closet. Your half lidded eyes peered down at him as a hand slowly tightened in his hair. Tugging at the hair in your hand earned the exposure of his throat where his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed a gasp. Leaning down, you ran your tongue from the base of his throat up to his jaw. With a sharp inhale from your forbidden lover, you sink your teeth into the sweaty flesh beneath. Your tongue flicks across the salty skin of the marine as you suckle, marking your territory.
A wet pop and a dark chuckle from you as you pulled back to admire your handiwork. Fuck, what a sight you beheld. Gadriel looked up at you with flushed cheeks, your saliva dribbling from his swollen lips with a bruising bite now decorating the skin of his neck. Pale eyes gazed longingly into yours as he gently set you down on the crate you had previously climbed. Gauntlet clad hands ran their way up your back before slippin to your chest. A soft snort was met with pleading confusion as you stepped back. Wordlessly, you step down from the crate and pick up a box of heavy bolter munition. He’s left staring after you as the door swings open and your form disappears into the busy crowd. Just a second ago your tongue was mapping the inside of his mouth and now he was left alone in a supply closet, a hot mess under his armour.
“Emperor above…” He breathed out, realization dawning that you knew time was scant before his deployment to the surface. And you left him out to dry on purpose to occupy his mind. The door swung open and instead of you, another person stepped in. They jumped as they spotted the Primaris before them. They bowed their head.
“My Lord,” they greeted him. He stepped around them and out of the closet. Trained eyes scanned the busy bays as the final boxes were packed away and checklists were scribbled off. He caught you in Bay 4 conversing with your commander. Your commander's back was facing him and you looked past, locking eyes. A sly and coy smile crossed your features, leaving seconds later.
“Sergeant Gadriel,” A gruff voice pulled Gadriel from his distanced yearning, jarring and unexpected. Gadriel looked for the source, finding Lieutenant Titus next to him. The older and higher ranking marine studied his battle brother’s features. “I see a veteran has caught your eyes.” Gadriel’s heart sank at the words but Titus turned away.
“Do not let him cloud your mind in battle, Sergeant, and you may find the matter slip from my memory.” Titus stepped past him without glancing back.
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