#kydomor forrix

[falloutbart]

A sick sense of inevitability settled in Ahriman’s gut. ‘This is what I saw,’ he said. ‘This is how it ends.’ ‘In fire… and blood,’ said Forrix. ‘As… it should be. For warriors… like us...’

—— Magnus the Red, Master of Prospero

[picatea]

Bo's a good boss, really.

[bbrokenbback]

Everything is fine in our legion. My brothers sling mud over me. And I use the mud to build fortresses.

[ferrumaraneaart]

One of the old sketches

Forrix poses for Perturabo

[cav-core]

"The Breaker" is such an oddly erotic epithet.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

This sounds amazing. I would *love* to see some one write this. I don't know Forrix at all except he's like. 1st captain of the IW?

Give Forrix some soft uwu healing post-trauma love (making?? Or just??? For your taste) our poor little meow meow deserves it. Really have just nothing in mind besides wish to see him finally happy and cared for.

Also also thanks for that long resent post about incest-which-is-not-incest-and-just-fine, its a cheffs kiss and I gonna use arguments from it.

Awwww thank you!!! I firmly and fully encourage people enjoy and explor taboo in safe setting like fictions and art. You should see the rap lyric one of my patient make for his therapy, oh BOY would that make half of my audience faint lmao.

And you know.

You know

We need a boyfriend for Forrix. A NICE one. Let's try to all brainstorm that one.

....

..... Ok

Hear me out

We trow Uriel at Forrix.

At first, Uriel probably tried to, idk, go murder his not!boyfriend Honsou, and by pure luck end up on Forrix, who give no fuck and would not mind knocking down a bit that smug asshat, so why not help this blueberry boyscout? Things go boom, yadda yadda yadda, Uriel Realised Forrix is very much not your usual Iron Warrior, and decide to "capture" him and drag him all the way back to the ultramar systhem.

WICH WOULD BE SO FUNNY. Can you imagine Honsou face?!? The BETRAYAL?!?!???! Since when does Uriel has another favorite Iron warrior HOW DARE HE

Meanwhile Forrix is like "oh noooo im escaping the waaaaarp how awfuuuuull" and like. Not actually struggling at all and enjoying the vacation.

..... Idk how this became a love triangle, but I like it >:D

[420thewritersroom]

Warhammer/Horus Heresy Kinktober 2024

Day 3: Iron Warriors/Restraint-Imprisonment/Humiliation

Summary: There are better ways of "culling the weak" than killing your own men

TW: Implied Dubcon, Bondage/Restraints, Abuse, Humiliation, Sexual Slurs, Mind Break (I think)

Keeping the streak going with Day 3. Had a bit more fun writing this one and I feel like I made up for the last chapter not really being very BDSM focused. A bit more focus on being tied up this time around. Once again, this is in association with a Kinktober prompt that was made for this month. If you want to partake, check the end notes for the link!

He remembers it like it was yesterday. When their glorious genesire, Perturabo, child of the Emperor, leader of the 3rd legion, graced Kydomor Forrix and the Iron Warriors legion with his presence. He remembers the collective fear-inspiring awe that filled everyone's lungs and the audible proclamation of undying loyalty on his brothers' lips. He remembers Perturabo's iron gaze, unwavering, uncompromising. He remembers the command to cull the weakest links in their legion. He remembers the sound of flesh being caved in, skulls being crushed, bones being broken, and muscles strained until the feebled Warriors were no longer a burden to share the victory with.

And that has been the way of the Sons of Perturabo. Failure was not tolerated, and dead weight was dealt with quickly and brutally. However, not every problem could be resolved by a quick bolter to the head. With their legion spread thin and the siege periods unbearably long, inefficiency had to be punished in other ways. Thus, the private beginnings of the Clay Mule.

Exclusive to each Company, their respective captains would subtly oversee which of the Warriors under their command was deemed the "weakest link." This was often determined by personal opinion amongst their battle brothers than their combat efficiency. Once the lamb has been picked for the slaughter, the rest of the brothers are told, in secret, who the new Mule is, each anticipating the day when another Siege was underway. For once they are sent on another garrison mission, another waiting game before they eventually reap the souls of the damned, until that hour began; they had their own flesh that they could rend.

Forrix overlooks the muddy horizon, already making calculations of how their next advance will commence to break the already waning walls of the enemy. He estimates that within another 2 weeks-within this 3-month long siege-they will finally harvest the fields and drink from their cups the fear and blood of the ones who oppose them. To a mortal's ear, they would simply be left in windful silence. But Forrix heard the indistinguishable whimper of the Mule from inside the camps of the 1st Company. He inhales the humid air; he's been depriving himself of some relief for some time now. No thanks to being not only the 1st Captain of the legion but also his Lordship's personal advisor. It's not often that Forrix actively partakes in the humiliation of the Mule. Perhaps today, he will indulge himself.

He purposefully makes a slow advance toward the bunker where the rest of his brothers are, passing by other soldiers who were conducting their duties and have had already gotten their fill of the Mule. The soft ruckus of Iron brothers talking amongst themselves within the quarters of the Mule grew louder and louder the closer he became. He doesn't bother knocking, inviting himself into the room as he is greeted by 5 Iron Warriors. 3 were having idle chats, discussing strategies and what they intend to do once they breach the walls. One had their back turned to Forrix. The 5th member, the Mule, was chained and restrained in place. Their eyes were blindfolded, and their mouth gagged, saliva seeping through his mouth as he struggled to swallow.

Per protocol and training, the ones who noticed Forrix approaching did a quick salute, awaiting possible orders. The 4th member was too preoccupied with the Mule to notice their Captain in the room.

"At ease," Forrix raises a hand, signaling that they needn't be so formal with him, not in this setting, at least.

He steps deeper into the room, only now recognizing the one "playing" with the Mule was actually swinging right and left hooks at the soldier. Forrix stalks behind the occupied member, leaning against a sturdy support beam as he admired the work. The Clay Mule was beaten black and blue, legs no longer able to provide support as their exhausted body hung slumped on the binds that held them up. The only thing they could do was respond to each punishing punch with a grunt, groan, or gasp as their body swayed this way and that like a well-used punching bag. Their body was marked with obscene writings and tallymarks. Sayings such as "Pack Mule," "Hungry Whore," "Fists Enter Here," "I Love Iron Warrior Cock," and various other demeaning words. Perhaps the most insulting was their war cry printed on the Mules' chest for all to see, "Iron Within, Iron Without." The tallies numbered to the 50s at this point (Emperor bless Astartes stamina), littering his ass, legs, and stomach. Dried ejaculation stained his legs and hole, which Forrix grimaces at. The Clay Mule may be a fucktoy for them to use, but he is a battle brother nonetheless. He is expected to fight and die on the battlefield like anyone else. So it would be a slight mercy to not add their essence on top of the dirt, mud, and blood they will eventually encounter out in the field. At least, that was Forrix's preference.

Forrix whistles after watching the Warrior connect his already straining fist against the Mule, so mighty the punch that it reignited enough nerves in the Mule to cause them to stumble before going limp again and swaying in place. The Iron Warrior shakes his hand, darkly smiling as he admires his work before finally acknowledging his Captain.

"Want a go at him, sir?" The Warrior steps aside, giving the floor to Forrix.

Forrix hungrily eyes the Mule, watching their chest rise and fall as they make pained and shallow breaths. The dripping saliva that was now mixing with fresh blood from his nostrils and mouth. The bruising, biting restraint marks that shone an angry red color, unable to heal due to his current predicament. He looked delicious, ripe for the taking.

"Table him for me," Forrix commanded, removing the ceramite plating that suffocated his growing erection.

It doesn't take 4 Space Marines to move a body, but under their Captain's command, it did at this moment. Each of them carefully, almost lovingly, untied him momentarily, carrying the Clay Mule's slumped body to a nearby table that has seen equal use since their 3-month stay on this planet. The Mule doesn't resist, either because of exhaustion, overstimulation, or destroyed will; it could be anything. Though, Forrix has his theories about their little Clay Mule. Despite their inaction, the Marines still chain the Mule back up, spreading his arms out while his lower half dangled off the table.

Forrix watched them work, stroking the underside of his cock as he eagerly imagined how intoxicatingly tight the Mule must be. Based on the room's smell, aside from the stench of the Mule, no one has recently penetrated the Clay Mule for today. Which makes this moment more enticing. Barely touched and primed for him like tenderized meat. Once positioned and readjusted, Forrix strode towards the Mule, lining his stiff cock and breaching the Mule's dried, cum-crusted hole. It took a few tries to fully sheath his cock inside the Mule, denying the need for lube. Forrix savors the way the Clay Mule clenched around him, how they trembled in pain and tugged against the biting restraints. Just this little bit of movement alone was enough to make Forrix groan as he felt his cock jump in excitement with each struggle.

The Mule muffles something incomprehensible, the gag preventing them from proper speech. Forrix could only laugh as he could imagine all the things the Mule could be saying. "I hope what's spilling out of your mouth is you begging for me to move my hips and ram your bitch button for you," Forrix growled into the Mules' ear, gaining a whimper in response. "Don't worry, slut. I'll take care of you."

Taking no extra time, he snapped his hips forward into the Mule, entering deeper into the whore under him and letting out a satisfied moan as their inner walls tightened around his cock; tighter than before. "That's it," Forrix purred, "Good little Mule. My good little Mule."

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Miltiadis couldn't see or speak, blindfolded and gagged. Denied basic human rights as he was strung up and chained like a slave. The sting of the cock inside him burned like no other, but he knew it would pass. He does his best to relax as much as possible while the pain persisted, focusing on how deeply his Captain penetrated him, how every nerve in his body exploded in ecstasy with each passing brush on his g-spot. He wished his other brothers would join. He would like their members on him; in his mouth, clasped around his fingers, rubbed against his skin. He'll even take another cock up his ass if they could manage it. He clenches again at the thought of having two dicks inside him, letting out a needy mewl as he plays such a fantasy in the darkness of his mind. He wants to push his hips forward, to beg for his Captain to treat him rougher, to invite his brothers, hell, the entire Company, to his side and fuck him stupid.

But he can't; his Iron Warrior and Astartes pride compels him to remain steadfast. His honor would prevent him from asking for such depraved requests outside of being the designated Clay Mule. His dignity stopped him from wanting to beg for anything. Every sensible thought that still lingered in his dizzying mind berated him. How would Perturabo feel? What would he think! If he saw his warriors, his Iron Warriors, forged from the fires of battle, unyielding and uncompromising, on their knees and ass spread open, welcoming anyone and everyone to screw them stupid until they were nothing but as mindless as a servitor.

But Miltiadis learned for the first time when he became the Clay Mule for the 1st Company, that iron can bend. Months upon months of stagnate sieges as they bleed out the enemy before finally tasting their blood; the same routine over and over, even the eventful murders became tedious for Miltiadis. This, however, this was new. This was something that sparked his nerves and challenged his mind. It brought shame, guilt, pleasure, and renewal all at once. Miltiadis is sure that his brothers have caught on that this is the 3rd time he has been chosen as the Clay Mule within the past 12 months. Do they think lowly of him? Do the degrading words and humiliating positions he's placed in truly define him? Miltiadis will have to reflect on this for another day.

Because right now, right here, right now, his Captain is fucking him. His Captain was grinding his hips into his used and abused hole, keeping his legs apart and resting them on his powerful shoulders. Miltiadis makes another muffled, needy moan as he tightens his fingers around his restraints, drifting further into a soft headspace as he lets his Captain use him with no complaints.

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Here's the Kinktober lists for anyone who wants to partake! Let's be extra horny this lovely October

[skinnedbutalive]

The Great Bumblebee and his Striped Legion.

[relax-and-read-on]

THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND

A celebration for the hardest working First Captain!

I also sketched parted of his body under the chiton, and I think y’all would like it too lol

Keep reading

[falloutbart]

Body switching! Decided by reliable d100 dice.

Lion  ⇄ Magnus

Dorn  ⇄ Leman

Corvus  ⇄ Horus

Fulgrim  ⇄ Guilliman

Sanguinius  ⇄ Perturabo

[screamingatthevoid]

He saw Forrix relentlessly marching across a bloody battlefield, the bones of millions ground to ash beneath his boots. The Iron Warrior was wreathed in the corrosion and dust of an unending war fought in the far future. Engulfed in storms of iron and fire, wading through blood and death with burning banners raised all around him, this Forrix was a monster.

- Magnus the Red: Master of Prospero by Graham McNeill

Storm of Iron by Andrea Uderzo

[bbrokenbback]

A new work and some additional worldbuilding I suppose

I try my best to study English the most efficient way possible and so I choose to write some smut for language practice. You can read it here although it's not yet smut, it'll be in future chapters, but I think the characters turned out to be rather good.

I have a little too many headcanons regarding characters personalities and legions' peculiarities, and when I write something rather serious (read: a fanfiction to post somewhere outside of my blog or tg-channel) I try to put there as much of my thoughts as possible. So it's not just a harem AU, originally created by @adepta-astarte it's a deep character study dive with a smut part as a cherry on top.

For someone who's so concious about her grammar it's strange of me to post such an explanation for the work in the first place eh.

So, in general, what I wanted to show here is Forrix' insufferable subordination and politeness, in addition to his unhealthy work-ethic, and Perturabo's somehow soft bitchiness and bitterness when he's all in for jokingly offending and shaming people around him for everything up untill he's called out for it.

I also believe and so jusrigy myself with that conversations between characters is the best way to show their personalities so there will be too much talking in this smutty au. I'm rather sorry for that.

If dicks could talk I would much rather write about it than about any sex.

Enjoy!

[ferrumaraneaart]

Little portrait of our dear Forrix for @cav-core

[vezimira]

Modifications had been made to my set by my ingenious artisan smiths. Much of its bulk had been removed by Kydomor Forrix, matching the Talon in its lessening; drapes of heavy velvet had been woven into the filigree rims; the retinal display within my jackal-crested helmet had been rewired entirely to better relay spatial information to my single eye; my sleeked greaves had been heeled with spikes for added height and deadlier step. Behind my head hung the Ruinous Halo, suspended in the air by psychic energies; its veil curved softly over my ornate power pack.

spice up your blatant armor sexualization with warhammeresque terms to make it seem legit(tm)

[jackass-biomancer]

Things I have learned from this book:

There's a woman with "charcoal black skin". She's Terran. Apparently there are black black people from Terra. I thought this was just a Nocturne thing.

Forrix has a first name and it's Kydomor. Kydomor Forrix, I guess.

Forrix is Terran.

Ahriman is Terran.

Ahriman and Forrix were friends!!!!!

Forrix is a smart lad.

Perturabo and Magnus were really good friends!!!!!!

Perturabo had a BIG SWORD.

Perturabo used to be a far more chill dude before being ground into the shit by endless war. Not much chill, but some chill rather than no chill. He has banter.

A lot of dudes pick up other dudes and carry them around. I like this very much.

Perturabo was picked up from Olympia by the Emperor in 849.m30. This story happens in 853.m30. The Iron Warriors are described as having been reunited with their primarch "barely four years ago".

Therefore, The Emperor picked Perturabo up from the feudal world he grew up on, hucked him at the IVth, and said "good luck, bye" in under a year apparently.

[relax-and-read-on]

Any headcannons on relationsjips between legions and their Primarchs? Any Astartes crushing(and maybe actually acting?) on said crushes? Or what the Astartes think of the relationships between Primarchs and that they more or less got stepsiblings because of that

Ohhh there is SO MUCH TO SAY. So many astartes.... I'll try to cover a wide range! Not the legions today tho, maybe another time~

Sevatar (my fav astarte <3): Shitlord supreme. Drive Konrad half mad, but also the person he trust the most in the world. Saw his half feral murderous cannibal dad and went "yeah imma hit that" because he has the self preservation of a lemming on crack. He's also very much pro "Yeaaaah boss go get laid!!!". That said... He does have an excessively protective streak, and does not trust anyone with his primarch heart.

Forrix: He's so tired man. Can anyone other than him just? Also give a shit about pert as a person? Please? He won't even complain if he walk in on the two fucking he just want another emotional crutch. He'll send them an edible arrangement.

Kharn: a complicated case actually! He does respect Angron but will also call him on his bullshit. If he wants to fuck with someone?? That's their problem, he'll check to see who's alive in the morning. Not interested in Angron like that, their relationship is very much familial, he got his Gf Lutara and his Bf Argel Tal.

Lucius: No more in love with Fulgrim than any other EC. They probably fucked once or twice but like... That's doesn't even register on his emotional range. Most likely to walk in on his primarch having sex and have them start talking legions affair without blinking an eye.

Fabius Bile: Why is everyone so fucky around him. Why. Kids these days, always so god damn horny!!! Cmon, out of here, yes that mean you too Fulgrim, you might be a primarch but if you contaminate those sample again god help me-

Ahriman: Takes no shit and no prisoner. Does he love Magnus? Yes. Would he also kick his ass if he belive he's right? Also yes. See him as a brother and kind of an equal, would fuck around with him too for fun. He would also mercilessly judge his primarch romantic choice, because Magnus has Trash Taste, between Leman, Perturabo and Lorgar.

Erebus: NO BAD GO AWAY. Absolutly shame poor baby Lorgar for wanting love. Think astartes falling for one another is Gross and Wrong. No one gets to fuck him because I hate him and he deserve blue balls for eternity

Argel Tal: "Bro is gay to kiss your Sworn Battle Brother from another legion on the mouth?" "Nha bro it's not gay if you say no homo before". Him and Kharn have been dating for 5 years and they don't know it yet, those two gay disaster. They are disaster. He would very much like to hook up his dad with Magnus, think it would help him :)

Aeonid Thiel: the only ultramarine to have ever blurted right to Robby's face that he would like to be bend over his desk and serve him on his back. Was politely dismissed. He still keep hope in his heart to be one day get to suck. That. Dick.

Sigismund: Excuse u. That's HIS Dorn. Quite jealous and possesive of his.... Primarch? Best friend? Brother? Boyfriend? Dad? They don't even know themself. Ofc no one is good enough for him. And he will loudly say so. Let's not talk about how he would love to be "punished" by that dick.