#Vulkan

[explaining-warhammer-to-my-gf]

Soon 🐉

[nightscythe]

primarchs being overstimulated**

**sexually -- nsfw, 18+ below the cut. pre-heresy

you've broken a primarch. congratulations! enjoy your prize ˃ ᵕ ˂

lion: he’d not seen it coming – he’d not been going at it that long with you, but truthfully, so many things you did utterly enamoured him. his hands gripped your hips, his breath was all over your neck, but one last feeling of you clenching around him had been enough. his hips stuttered, he held his breath for just long enough for you to notice, his weight almost falling onto you. in one last ditched effort to maintain his control, keep his eyes focused on you, he’d rolled his hips forward, voice commanding behind you. i’m not finished with you yet, kitten. but the way you moaned his name in response, arched your back a little more and begged him without asking? he shakes at the feeling, even comes close to begging you, too. don’t… don’t fucking move. 

fulgrim: you’d smirked when he’d told… asked you, with a delicate hand placed on your shoulder, be good for me, won’t you my love? you always were so good for him, sat on your knees like he wanted, asked him for permission, nodded along to every one of his requests like the good little thing he wanted you to be. somehow you being good always ended up with him beneath you, in whatever form, begging you to let him come. it was always when his cock was in your mouth that he’d be at his worse, crying, whining, fisting the sheets beside him whilst trying to find the words to beg you with. so when he asks through tears after what seems like hours of your slow and controlled mouth all over him, please, i can’t… i can’t take more, you just laugh and tell him to wait a little longer – and he loves it. 

perty: you knew he could get worked up when he was completely drunk on sex with you. he’d begged, just once, a whispered please as his hands found you and held you in place as he truly writhed at the sensations he was feeling. you weren’t sure what had caused such a reaction, you’d barely been taking his cock a few minutes when it had happened. but now, you craved it, wanting to hear him choking on his own pleasure, his body shaking, his mind broken. you’d edged him over and over, feigning innocence, you needed to stop for a second, you needed to readjust, just to see if pushing him over the edge that way would have the same reaction. it never did; or you never had the stamina to fully test it. his overstimulation was sporadic, and nothing you’d ever be able to control, so the next time he whispered more, please, more you never would have expected it. 

khan: it had been too long for you to remember, and you’d truly given in to the feeling of him fucking you raw, twitching inside you as his pants filled the air and he fell down above you, his chest pressed to your back. mine, he’d growl, his fingers gripped your waist, or anywhere he could hold you, leaving the beginnings of purple marks beneath them. he’d fucked you deep before, he always did, but you could feel him so much further this time. mine, little one, he’d choke out, faster again, mine to ruin, mine to make come… mine. you’d see stars far more times than you could count as the arm which held him up began to shake, something close to a moan left his lips, and he forced himself through the feeling to reward you one more time. 

leman: it was a near impossible feat to try to overstimulate him, but you’d prepared. patience, time, and your never-ending love for someone who craved it so badly. you had never seen him like this. usually so controlled, usually calling you his perfect little pup as you drool from how he makes you feel. but when he looks to you, desperate eyes searching for something as he feels something new, his lips parted and hands reaching for anything which gave him stability, he moans like it was the first time he’d ever released. i’m… fuck… again… he barely gets his words out as you ride him through it. he may have struck his claim on you the moment you smiled so sweetly back at him. no one else could ever make him feel that way. 

dorn: you’d be lying to say you weren’t pleased with your work. he never broke his control, he never showed less command than he wanted to, yet here he laid – his cheeks flushed a bright pink, his body covered in sweat like you’d pushed him to the very limits, his breaths coming in small pants. every time he tried to speak his voice would crack, never giving you more than a few sounds at a time. it hadn’t even been that long, but shutting him down seemed to do something to him. allowing him to feel pleasure outside of the bounds he’d created, pressing a kiss to his lips and telling him it was okay to let go, it was enough to ensure he did. the only problem you hadn’t calculated for was him becoming addicted to the feeling of falling apart at your fingertips. 

curze: he’d committed himself to take care of you, to reward you with whatever pleasure you deserved as a kind gesture to thank you for what you did for him. he loved the way you looked when you were utterly spent yet coming from him one more time because he really wanted to reward you. so when he feels himself falling into that exact same position after what he considers not that long, with his hips jerking, his cock aching yet begging to feel more, he’s furious with himself. tries to push himself through the feeling, focus on you, but the way you feel when you’re around him is just too much. one whimper, then the feeling of your fingers in his hair, he can barely understand what’s going on around him. it never happens. he tries to tell you that, but in the moment, he just wants to feel your arms around him and hear your heartbeat. maybe he’ll go again, it hadn’t taken too long for him to feel that way. 

sanguinius: he was made to serve you, and he’d never let you go without what you both wanted or needed. but everyone has a breaking point, and sanguinius is no different – it just takes a while for him to feel it. just one more, he’d ask you, please love. when you’d agreed, let him pleasure you whilst getting himself off, you’d not imaged what it would end with. minutes after he came he’s still hard, whimpering each and every he’s reminded of your touch, the way you made him feel too. he cries, almost sobs at the way you purr his name and bring him back to you. he wanted more, yet knew he couldn’t take anymore – but if it pleased you, if he got to see you come one more time for him? he’d go through anything to see that, even if that meant breaking himself. 

ferrus: you’d seen him overstimulated before because it wasn’t hard to get him to that point, and what a sight it was. he’d wind himself up, rougher with each minute that passed as he cursed his own weakness for how susceptible he was to the feeling of you – no matter what you were doing to him. it felt like he was being pulled deeper, yet pushed over the edge, something he couldn’t explain or rationalise, which made it feel even worse. as he groaned from the sounds you were making, his teeth sink into the skin near your neck and he basically growls at you, you can’t break me. but you can, and you are, and you have many times before. he’d bury his cock into you like he’d never feel you again, silently whispering a flurry of words you’d never hear again. 

angron: anything with you is a sensation he would crave; love, hate, or sex. every time he comes for you, he always wants more, but he’s always right at the edge already. his hand wrapped around your throat, not to do anything more than rest there, hold you in place as his mouth finds your ear and his hips buckle and he presses you between him and the wall. now, come for me, he’d tell you, now, right now, want to feel you when i break. his aggression is hidden behind the moan that meets your skin, how his breath trembles each time he ruts into you. his mind short circuits the moment you listen to his command, and in that second, nothing matters other than you.  

rob: he’d prized himself on his own composure, and it was no different with you. like another of his brothers, it was your mouth which truly ended that composition. his fingers weaved into your hair as you take his cock in your throat so well, looking up through those pretty lashes to meet his eyes and moan around him. his breath stutters as he bites back his own moan. what are you doing to me, he’d muse, gripping your hair a little tighter. when he starts to feel too much, he’d pull you off his cock, making you wait for a moment before having you deepthroat him nice and slow until the sensation began to wear off. he’d not let you witness his true overstimulation, not until he’d come at least once. 

morty: you’d not known what to expect from him. always so controlled, measured, his dominance never falters around you. he’d tell himself to stop even if his body ached for more, begged him for just a little taste of something, someone, so sweet. so just before he comes again, again, unexpected yet chasing the high of feeling you all over him and so eager to please him, his hand slams down beside you and he ruts into you like he’s never had the pleasure of coming before. he tries to keep control, but it was slipping, his desperate fucking doing little to disguise the needy little sub he really is inside. he’d ride out his high again, minimal words offered to you, but somewhere amongst everything he says a thank you, then another, knowing he’d never find another like you. 

magnus: he's always wanted to please you, serve you silently in your pleasure and know that the way you squirm and writhe is because of him. he never knew that he could feel the same way - but if you took your time with him, he'd get there. could take days of build-up. if you got him truly lost in the way you took him, made him feel so loved and appreciated and truly fucked out, praised him like he truly was the brightest star in the whole universe? he'd shatter the presence of the warp around him. starts with a quiet beg, please my love, please. ends him stuttering parts of his words without any meaning. don't... can't... please... please... love..., his hands grasping at you, needing to hold something for his own sanity. he enjoys the unexpected feeling that overstimulation gives him, never truly wanting it to end. 

horus: he loved seeing you on top. nothing made his day brighter. except for maybe when you were straddling his soaked thighs, your hands reaching for his own that shook at your sides, consoling him as he told you it was too much, hurts, and not sure i can take more, sweetheart. even as he says that he’s reaching to slide his cock into you, ready to watch you ride him and really break him. because it never took too long for him, not as he gasped your name, threw his head back and let you take over. only thing that could make it even better was if you laid beside him afterwards and whispered sweetly how much you loved him and stroked him until he came again, but that was too much to ask for... right?

lorgar: he’d give you anything you wanted, really. so when you ask him what’s wrong, whether he can’t take one more round of you fisting his cock, maybe even fucking him, he shakes his head and practically begs you for it. he can barely breathe, he’s lasted for so long that you didn’t think he’d ever reach this point, and even as his fingers twitch and curl into something to stabilise him, he’s still trying to praise you. just a few words, movements, anything from you is enough to have him over the edge. every time you come, he thanks you. every time you make him come, another thank you. when he feels his body shake, when he’s completely broken, that’s what he considers worship – and it makes him cry the hardest. 

vulkan: you’d never anticipated being in this position, given what it would take to actually reach the point where he was overstimulated. but when he looks down at you, his chest heaving beneath him as his lips tremble, one feverish kiss pressed to your lips as he buries his head into your shoulder and fucks you through the feeling, you realise there’s only need buried behind his eyes. he speaks so softly through his own high, telling you again how much he loves you and, somewhere along the lines, that you’ll be the death of me when his hips stutter and a hiss leaves his lips, only to be followed by a low moan. he tells you i’ll take care of you, that it’s all okay beloved, but he won’t stop until you’re worse off than he is. 

corvus: he’d not realised how close he was to breaking. i’m not done with you, he’d barked as he held you right where he wanted you. his voice was shaking, his hands barely held the same strength as before, but he’d not allowed himself to stop. all this to give you, he’d mumble against your skin, sweat dripping down his chest as he stops to look at you, you’re going to take it all, aren’t you, little dove? he’d not realised that the only thing keeping him upright was your pleasure. he only sinks the tip in and he loses everything. a whimper leaves his lips as tears prick in the corners of his eyes, yet he forces himself to endure and fucks you through every second of his overstimulation. he can lay beside you afterwards – all he wants now is to see you come undone one more time for him.  

alpharius: he was always craving more than he needed, maybe more than he wanted. it wasn’t enough to come once, twice, even three times for you. it wasn’t even enough to see you come double that for him. he’d worn himself out, ruined himself to the thought of you because you were the only thing that mattered to him. hurts, angel. even if it did hurt, he buries his cock inside you once more. i need more, angel, i can’t stop. you… he’d stop for just a second to look at you. you’re everything. and every time he feels broken from how good you feel, he falls a little more in love with you, sinking his claws in just a little deeper so you’ll never leave. 

for @constanceisonline, thank you for the request ◡̈ intriguing to consider and think about, thank you for being so patient!

[incorrect-primarchs-quotes]

Konrad: I feel awful about killing you.

Vulkan: ...

Konrad: Even though technically you never even died, so I don’t know what you’re bitching about.

[iloveoutlinesiswear]

Oh no, the cuteness aggression is real. So darn cute.

VULKAN AND CUTENESS AGGRESSION

Vulkan was a big man. Strong, unbreakable, a Primarch of legend. A forge master, a warrior, a protector of humanity.

But none of that matter when he looked at you.

Because right now, as you sat peacefully in your shared quarter, minding your own business, he was struggling for his life.

Your mere existence. Your soft skin, your warm eyes, the way your lips curved into a small smile as you read, it was too much. His hands twitched, his entire being overwhelmed with the urge to squeeze you, hold you, crush you in the most loving way possible.

Vulkan had fought Orks, Eldar, and even the horrors of Chaos, but nothing tested his self-control like the sheer adorableness of you.

You turned a page in your book, oblivious to the internal battle raging inside your husband. A soft hum escaped your lips, and that was it. His limit was reached.

With a low, helpless growl, he surged forward, scooping you into his massive arms like you were the most precious thing in the universe.

"Vulkan-!" you yelped, your book falling to the side as you were buried in the warmth of your husband’s embrace.

"You don’t understand," he murmured into your hair, voice deep but trembling with pure, unfiltered affection. "You’re so small. So soft. I have to hold you."

You huffed, though you didn’t resist. You knew from experience that Vulkan’s rare but powerful fits of cuteness aggression were impossible to fight against.

"I am your wife," you reminded him, laughing as he nuzzled into your neck like an overgrown Salamander pup. "You can hold me whenever you want."

He rumbled, an almost purring sound, his grip tightening just a little, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you feel his warmth, his love, his adoration.

"You don’t get it," he muttered, voice muffled. "Every time I look at you, I just-" He cut himself off, groaning dramatically before lifting you into the air like you weighed nothing. "I love you so much, it hurts."

You rolled your eyes, still laughing, still trapped in the arms of the most powerful, most terrifyingly gentle man in the galaxy.

Vulkan, the Dragon, the Unbound Flame, the Primarch of the XVIII Legion - reduced to a lovesick, overgrown lizard who simply could not handle how much he adored his wife.

[dr-stiches-that-40k-bitch]

Can you try drawing Vulkan with a lizard on his head? Maybe make the lizard spitting a bit of fire?

It’ll be so cute, I think. Thank yewwwww!

Me when the lizard is a wizard…. And maybe I’m a king…… named Gizzard…..

LALALA!!! HERE YOU GO!!! ^_^

Leave suggestions in my inbox!! Or maybe reblog and like! (I’ll give you a banana if you do!)

[sonofcurz]

I can't explain the Corvus one, i just know it in my soul

[ms--lobotomy]

Maybe you celebrate Easter. Maybe you celebrate Trans Day of Visibility. Maybe you celebrate both, or neither. I am here to make those holidays infinitely worse or better, depending on how you look at this post. Special thanks to @squishyowl for giving me the parameters to calculate their (hard) schmeat sizes.

Without further adieu, Primarch cock descriptions. and also kind of how they fugg

LION EL'JONSON- 11 inches, 27 cm. Untrimmed and uncut. He shows a godly amount of restraint to you. Behind closed doors, he's much softer than he lets on. As far as girth goes, he's in the middle of the road... for a Primarch. He may not be the most experienced of his brothers, but he's going to do a thorough job anyways.

???- Dick fell off.

FULGRIM- 10 inches, 25 cm. Long and slender. You may expect a piercing, but he does not want to mar his natural appearance (at least before the Heresy.) Shaves religiously. He likes when his partner can't move, when they squirm underneath him, though he'll have a hard time admitting this.

PERTURABO- 7 inches, 18 cm. The smallest cock on the list, but he more than makes up for it while he is using it. He's got a bit of girth to him, but he can still fit in your mouth. Somewhat. His hands engulf your head as he pushes you down on him. Once he's out, tell him how good he feels.

JAGHATAI KHAN- 13 inches, 33 cm. The fastest one out of the Primarchs as far as each thrust goes. It curves up when erect, not unlike a scimitar. Veiny, but not strikingly so. Even though he's exceptionally fast, he likes being ridden. Especially on his bike.

LEMAN RUSS- 14 inches, 35 cm. He's uncut and hairy down there, he's never shaved his bush. He's also girthy. But what's most remarkable about him is his knot. This makes it hard for him not to breed his partners, where applicable. He'll hold you down and lock himself in on you, holding you down on him with his massive hands.

ROGAL DORN- 10 inches, 25 cm. He's circumcised and he keeps a clean shave. He's girthy, but not unbearably so. He enjoys tying up his partner and watching them melt as he goes down on them. Ever stoic, his expression rarely changes as he plows through you. Also a fan of doing it in his office.

KONRAD CURZE- 9 inches, 23 cm. Veiny, almost paper white, and uncut. He's not a gentle lover, especially considering his size. Usually there will be blood involved, and usually it is yours. He doesn't normally just use his cock; if he can reach you, he'll be biting you. And if not, he'll draw blood anyways.

SANGUINIUS- 8 inches, 20 cm. Surprisingly girthy, with low-hanging balls. He's uncut, but his bush is usually trimmed. He doesn't just use his cock, he bites where he can and envelopes you in his wings. He's gentle... for the first five minutes. He'll leave the most marks out of any of the Primarchs, prompting you to cover up the day after.

FERRUS MANUS- 17 inches, 43 cm. Lord have mercy. He is the most well-endowed Primarch, with balls to match. He'll hold you down with his cool silver hands as he pushes himself in. He's gentle, far more than he lets on, but he is still a Primarch. He's become quite the aftercare giver.

???- Penis serious, Penis delirious. Penis in the woods, call that penis mysterious

ANGRON- 9 inches, 23 cm. The arena had not been kind, as he is scarred in several places around it. Fortunately, no blade has ever found its way there. He isn't gentle, not one bit, even if he is chained down. The Nails eat at his head, screaming for bloodshed. He thrusts faster in a vain attempt to block out the agony in his head.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN- 8 inches, 20 cm, and girthy. Despite his size being closer to normal for a baseline human, it's harder to fit it in due to his circumference. With some lube and determination, though, you can make it work. He likes putting it in you and watching you try to keep your composure before you inevitably slip up.

MORTARION- 11 inches, 27 cm. It's long and gaunt on him, but it's still massive in your hand. He's one of the more sensitive Primarchs, but he'd prefer if that fact were kept under wraps. Gentle touch gets him going like nothing else. And once he gets going, you'll get to bear firsthand witness to the endurance he's known for.

MAGNUS THE RED- The bastard can change his dick size on a whim. He already knows what size would make you feel best, and he can open up more than one hole at once using the Warp. He doesn't even have to touch you to open you up, turning you into an incomprehensible mess in front of him.

HORUS LUPERCAL- 12 inches, 30 cm. The most striking thing about it is the Prince Albert that adorns it, a simple iron thing with a dull shine. Even if by some miracle you're on top, he'll always be the dominant partner, and if you have the ability you are most definitely bearing his children at some point.

LORGAR AURELIAN- 11 inches, 28 cm. You weren't expecting the second shortest Primarch to pack so much, were you? Golden tattoos come close to it, but he hadn't the will to cover himself there. You'll spend a lot of time with him; he'll use his tongue for hours on end before finally gratifying himself.

VULKAN- 10 inches, 26 cm. He's warm all over, and below the belt is no exception. In the cold reaches of space, he's a great comfort. Even if he's not the biggest of the Primarchs, he likes watching you struggle on him. He's girthy, and he likes to choke you with it too. Gives the best aftercare.

CORVUS CORAX- 11 inches, 27 cm. He's long, slender, and he keeps a close shave. He's a gentle lover when you're properly going at it and not hiding your risque behavior while in public. He'll hold your hands and whisper praises into your ear, even if he has to bend himself at an uncomfortable angle.

ALPHARIUS- 8 inches, 21 cm. He's hairless, circumcised, and his balls are almost unnaturally even. You've seen many an Alpha Legion cock, and they all look similar. He likes to finish in his partner, leaving no trace that he was there except for the slightly odd hobble you have the next day.

[soosmain]

Art practice first, and an honest attempt at the primarchs second, my main interest was making everyone look visualy distinct. Ordered by how much i liked the drawing.

[toffee32]

Vulkan changes his mind! This one is very much boop-able.

A follow to this

[moociaoafterdark]

He discovered yaoi

[the-raven-lady]

Primarchs' Canon Voices

I don't think enough of us have heard the canon voices of the Primarchs so I made a supercut of all of them from the Horus Heresy: Legions game trailers and 40k cinematics.

(might have messed up a couple but I have them solid for the most part)

[shadefish]

so a year or two ago I decided to do my own set of designs for the Primarchs. I never finished it but, here are the unfinished designs I did do!

[nightscythe]

primarchs' obscure fetishes/kinks

as in random, not so talked about fetishes they may have. trying to improve my smut writing skills cause it's not my forte. i was trying to research some of these to make them better and i read some like. dirty shit. fucking loved it mate. i learnt new words and all.

would happily do a shitpost version btw, or more "taboo" vers.

very nsfw, 18+ below the cut. based on pre-heresy. i've tried to make each one as gender neural as possible.

tw for some of these, especially somnophilia and hypnosis. i have made them as consensual as i can. angron's one is reader unaware. it says at the start what the fetish/kink is, if you're not into it, don't read it, that's all i can say. enjoy otherwise!

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the lion: somnophilia. his jaw is clenched. every part of him ached. he'd not been sure why he came here, he should have been preparing, planning, but he couldn't get you off his mind. and now he as here, and you lay peacefully before him, his body only yearned harder. remembering the way you reached for him that morning, how he pulled himself away from you for duty, and regretted each moment since. each part of his armour is discarded, his trousers hastily unlaced as he kneels beside you, gently caressing your thighs, not wanting to disturb you too much. he leans over you, nearly each part of you touching, and presses a soft kiss to your neck, then your jaw, and whispers your name. his fingers twist into the sheets as the softest whimper leaves your lips. i'm back, my love, he tells you, let me take care of you now. when he thinks you’re not listening, that’s when he shows his caring side. 

fulgrim: vicarphilia. you're sat beside him, deep in conversation that you'd drifted in and out of. but then you hear it. really? do tell us more, as his fingers wrap around your wrist. you steal a glance his way, but his fixation on his guests doesn't change. they share an intricate story of debauchery, their narration not missing a single detail. as the story goes on, he finally looks your way, the sweetest of smiles on his lip, a silent ask as he grips your hand a little tighter. a polite excuse is given before he leans down to you, a murmur that you should have expected, every single thing they did, his voice pauses for a moment as that regal smile falls back onto his lips, i'm going to do to you tonight. he makes sure his guests never miss a single detail. every single touch, every single denial. his eyes get darker with each admission. he’d not explain why it makes him feel this way, maybe it is the thought of you in those positions, or maybe its just the thought of the sex itself. either way, he’s not missing a single detail. 

perty: kinbaku. he'd stood and admired his work. you were perfectly presented, restricted, artistically refined with beautifully intricate rope tied in all the right places to ensure you couldn't move without his help. he circles you, fingers ghosting your skin, each of your nerves sparking as he disappears from view. you're on your front, hands are behind your back, thighs and hips suspended from above. you can feel his touch drag across your thighs, the rope not too tight, but enough to feel everything, and when he takes his hand away, a soft gasp leaves your lips. don't move, his voice commands, and though you feel your thighs tighten in response, you keep still for what seems like minutes. when you feel him again, its a challenge. he dares you to go against him as he finds your most delicate areas. as long as you endure, he'll give you everything you want. good pet. 

khan: acarophilia. he used to tell you he loved it when you were on top. he loved seeing you that way, admiring you, watching you take charge. but recently, he'd always wanted you to be beneath him, writhing with his every touch, unable to form a coherent sentence as he filled you up. you thought it was a dominance thing, seeing you so small compared to him, but then it clicked. his hands hold you steady as you straddle his thigh, his leg bouncing, your face buried in his shoulder. as he rocks you back and forth, almost naturally in a way, your fingers clasp onto any part of him that's nearby, your nails digging into his skin. as you begin to lose yourself, you grip falters, your nails dragging over his skin, and you hear him practically growl. again, he dares you, mark me as yours, little one.

leman: odaxelagnia. he smothers you. he holds your hands above your head with one hand, he holds your body down with the other. he lives off each of your cries, the sweet sounds leaving your lips urging him to continue. and though you were both clothed, you could feel all of him, how his cock throbbed for more, but he held himself back. he was preoccupied, crafting a masterpiece of purples and blues on your neck, shoulder, and collarbone. he only stops to look up at you, searching for approval, then sinking his teeth into your skin one more time. you beg him, over and over and over, but he takes his time. only when he's satisfied does he stop rutting his hips towards you, finally giving you what you really wanted, knowing that next time his canvas would be the soft skin of your untouched thighs. 

dorn: joi. he didn’t want to rush. he wanted every single second of this moment of sin to stay with him forever. you’re sat across from him as he kneels on the floor, thighs spread, hand wrapped around his aching cock. you’d told him exactly where to be, how to sit, what you wanted him to do. he’d played the voice recording over and over to make sure he followed your instructions perfectly. faster, your voice calls to him, imagine its me. his hips stutter, sigh falling from his lips as he tries so hard to be composed. you’re not with him, yet he listens to you, even if he doesn’t want to. he wants you to be proud of him for following every instruction. he wished you were watching him to see how good he was and reward him with the mouth he loved so much. 

curze: psychrocism. he’s behind you, arms wrapped around your body. from above, the freezing water walls over you both - you’re still not accustomed to the temperature, your body squirms from each drop. the way your nipples peak from the stimulation, how you push your body into his to seek the smallest bit of warmth from him. his cock twitches against your skin, but he resists for a little longer. he presses his lips to your neck, his touch softer than usual, as his rough hands reach over your stomach, waist, hips; anywhere he could reach. seeing you shiver beneath him, he can’t explain what it does to him. but there’s a reason he always brings you back here, knowing he’ll fuck you against the wall under the freezing water when he’s done watching you whine for his warmth. 

sanguinius: pecattiphilia. no one would believe you if you said anything. no one would dare to think their pure and noble angel was capable of such acts. yet he knelt before you, on his knees, mouth occupied with pleasuring you with those perfect lips and masterful tongue. there was nothing pure about it, and he knew it. as your fingers twist into his hair, holding him down, telling him how good he is as he gets you off, he can’t help but think how others would react if they knew this side of him. submissive, yearning for touch, desperate for more. he fights back against your hands to look up to you, asking so politely, please can i have more. this side of him was for you, and you alone. but the thought of someone else knowing, that someone could walk in on him right now and see the truth… it drove him crazy. 

ferrus: technophilia. he had refined you. he’d removed every part of you that made you weak, and changed you into the embodiment of perfection. made you flawless. he had even impressed himself with his tiny adjustments, tweaking colours and minor wiring and other bits that wouldn’t have even crossed anyone else’s mind. he’d made you perfect for him. he’d sat back, leaning against the wall, looking down at your hands that wrapped around his cock, stroking him in the exact way he needed, watching him with an eye innate desire to learn precisely what it was that pleased him. and as he finally got his thick cock inside you, he’d know you could take more, he made you just for him. don’t make me repeat myself, he’d tell you, knowing you’d relax and let him take you. the smile that rests on his lips is intoxicating, and his fingers grip your chin to make you look directly at him as he speaks. good. obey me. 

angron: auralism. he’d be ashamed to admit to anyone just what he did. they’d think him weak for not approaching you. he could have as much of you as he wanted, yet here he was, stood on the other side of a wall that was far too thin, palming himself as he hears you. he’d discovered it by accident one day, but the second he heard a whimper leave your lips, he stayed. and he became obsessed. he had no idea what you were doing on the other side, but it didn’t matter to him. the way you moan, unaware anyone could hear you, whimper at presumably your own touch. it’s all he needs. maybe one day he’d let himself in, show you what attraction you’d gained without knowing, but for now he’d keep it his secret that he got off to just hearing you. 

rob: endytophilia. he remembers when it started. how his gaze followed you all day, how his heart had raced as you got closer to him. his hands showed you just how desperate he was. he turned you around, pushed you against the wall, his clothed bulge pressed firmly into you. he presses a kiss to your jaw, hands roaming over your body, fascinated by how it feels under your clothes. the way you said his name made him growl. don’t move, he whispers, lips ghosting over your ear as he rolls his hips into you, you don’t leave until i say, my love. there was no time for him to find a more suitable place, to even undress you. he slides his hand into your underwear to please you, pushing it to the side to have his way with you after. he didn’t anticipate enjoying it as much as he did. now he has you dress in sweet clothes that he touches you through, pushes aside, and admires afterwards. 

morty: chastity. he’d been obsessed with your purity since he met you. how you were so different to everyone else he knew, how you spoke to him with such grace, how your touches were meant to be everything but sexual. but his wicked mind, it made everything into more. and now he can’t get the thought out of his head. at first it was just having you look pure, wear white, such a stark contrast to him, but then he had handed you the cute-looking leather and metal belt. my little fawn, would you wear it for me? his cock twitched at the thought of you coming to him, begging him to take it off because you wanted to touch yourself. knowing he had that kind of control, that you willingly let him take control over your purity? it was only for him. if you wanted to touch yourself, he’d be there to witness it all. every single time. 

magnus: hypnosis. it came naturally to him, letting his mind overtake your own, tell you how to feel, when to feel it, all at his mercy. he’d asked you to let him try something, to see if he could get you off without touching you. so there he sat across the room from you, nothing more than his words causing you to feel an intense ache. he’d tilt his head, curiously watching as your hands twist into the sheets and your body contorts as his words fill your mind. does it feel good, imagining my mouth all over you? his smile only deepens as you rock your hips. maybe he’d taken it a step further and used his powers to make you feel it too, he couldn’t deny you that much. my heart, do you know how much i want a taste? his breathing is heavy where he sits, his cock hard from how little of him it takes to have you squirm. even worse, when he knows you’re close to your high, he’d stop without warning, teasing you with the real thing. 

horus: narratophilia. he’s not an exhibitionist. the thought of someone else seeing what’s his? knowing your beauty in the way he does? never happening. but maybe its close. he’s sat beside you, a possessive hand splayed across your thigh, his grip light yet his fingertips still press into your skin to remind you he’s there. he’d smile like he was paying attention to whoever is speaking, but really, he’s planning. imagining. he leans to you, close enough that no one would be able to lip read, but maybe the words he says will carry in the slight breeze. if i had my way, you’d be on my lap right now, and i’d be fucking your tight little hole, his words are accompanied but nothing more than his grip on your thigh tightening. he shifts in his seat, so he’s as close to you as he could possibly be. forty minutes left. he can explain it all in detail. try to keep still, sweetheart. we wouldn’t want others knowing how hearing what i’ll do to you works you up. smug bastard makes it out like he’s not the one edging himself. 

lorgar: zelophilia. his heart rate is through the roof. his breaths are heavy. his hands grip onto the stone wall before him as he watches, knowing he’s powerless to it all. he could kill the man who had his hand on you without thinking, but then he’d no longer feel the ache through his body that grew the fire in the pit of his stomach. he reached his hand down, softly caressing himself through his clothes, eyes never leaving yours. when you finally catch his gaze, he has to stop himself from responding. anyone who looked closely would have noticed the way his eyes begged. and as you lean into the stranger's touch and let them touch what is his, not once breaking eye contact, he digs his thumb into his tip and starts to get himself off. he doesn’t care for anyone else. he just needs the agony of seeing someone with you to remind him that he couldn’t function without you. having you play along too? know exactly what your smile at another does? then go back to him and let him serve and devote himself to you? that is the euphoria he lives for. 

vulkan: lingophilia. he’s a caregiver. he wants to worship you, love you, support you like no other. and what better way to worship than his mouth? he hadn’t thought much of it at first, it was normal to love with every part of him. but something was different. feeling you in his mouth, tasting you, lapping his tongue whether makes you feel best. lay back for me, beloved, he’d say, his larger hands guiding you to a throne of pillows he’d built for you himself, you are meant to be cherished. he’s slow. devoted. relentless in his pursuit of adoring you beyond the realm of any other. he’d have you come multiple times, never expecting anything in return, just wanting to see you writhe from his mouth alone. but it doesn’t stop there. even when he’s buried deep inside you, length covered in your own release, he has his mouth around your nipple, or tracing kisses on your neck, or even finally stealing a kiss from your own lips for once. 

corax: hypoxyphilia. he had his hand around your throat. he’d been hesitant at first to do it, knowing how fragile you were. but when you’d been so eager to feel it, to be completely at his mercy, there was no going back. he’d imagined you’d be a whimpering mess in his arms, but this was different. you were on his lap, back against his chest, completely naked and at his mercy. his fingers gripped your neck tighter, knowing he could still go further without hurting you. his cock throbbed against his thigh as he fucked you with two fingers, working you open. your pretty little hands curled around his wrist and bicep, not wanting him to stop, but wanting to feel more. you like this more than you thought, right little dove? he chuckles to himself as he adds another finger, tightening his grip one more time. should i choke you whilst i fuck you too? he’s not lasting long when he does, if he even makes it that far. 

alpharius: sensory deprivation. it was just a pretty piece of baby blue silk he’d held in his hands, but it meant so much more. he’d been gentle as he tied it over your eyes, reassuring you, you don’t need to see. then you’d felt something slip over your ears, with his words whispered just before he left you with little more, just feel, angel, be good for me. no predictions, no warning – just trust in him. he’d take his time. he’d leave a lingering touch on your inner thigh, but then he’d be tracing your collarbone. his mouth, so warm and inviting, would be on yours, then it’d be tracing somewhere more intimate. he’s right there, touching you, making you feel pleasure like you haven’t before, and then he’s just… not. he can watch from the other side as your press your thighs together and shift on the bed, searching for him. but he’s in control. he decides when you feel good, when you can react, when you finally break. he’d be sitting across from you getting himself off just at the thought.

these are pretty tame. i will do a more taboo version if wanted, i have some ideas but not sure how they will be taken.

anyone want like.. a mournival version, or a night lords brooding pile version. i've got ideas...

[ltmctrung]

it is a time of legend. And overpriced alcohol

[magicalduck21]

[meangreennunseen]

Brothers reacting to Sanguinius laying an egg vaguely based on @staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty post.

I just had to because if something exists what can totally traumatise a Primarch, I had to illustrate it. Just for the sheer hilarity of it.

Also here have all 18 bois showing that true sibling connection (being terrible towards their brother's problem that is)

Hope this made you laugh as it did me 😂