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wh40kartwork · 4 months ago
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Last Son
by David Ok
'He was Horus Lupercal,' says Loken. 'And he was my father. I am the only one left who cares.'
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ilisteria · 3 months ago
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This is primarily aimed at the Horus fuckers - y'all know who you are
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valhallasoutlaw · 29 days ago
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A Garviel I drew on the drive to Phoenix!
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magicalduck21 · 12 days ago
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四狗议会!袭来!
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johanarchy · 2 months ago
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Horus is giving a speech to a crowd of civilians, with the Mournival around him as bodyguards, when someone in the audience throws something on the stage.
Abaddon sees it and his battlefield instinct kicks in immediately : he jumps on it like it's a grenade to protect his Warmaster. There's a few seconds of panic, but it is rapidly confirmed that it is, in fact, not a grenade. Abaddon gets to his feet and lifts the object in the air where it unfolds.
It's a bra.
The rest of the Mournival is lucky enough to be able to hide their fit of giggles behind their helmets. Horus is not wearing one. Horus has also been very tense lately and needs an outlet.
He fucking loses it. A full minute of pure, hysterical laughter, unable to catch his breath, all of his Primarch dignity and composure completely gone. Poor Abaddon has to stand there, dying of embarrasment, while Horus desperately tries to get himself together enough to continue his speech.
Obviously the entire thing was recorded by several remembrancers, and very soon the entire legion has seen this moment. Torgaddon will not stop bringing it up, and Abaddon is fucking fuming. They are never letting him forget about it.
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sorormaior · 2 months ago
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the fool
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tagedeszorns · 1 month ago
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Some Tweets by Horus, Lucius and Ahriman.
(found by @legiopraesagio)
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robot-roadtrip-rants · 5 months ago
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inside you are two wolves. one is a luna wolf, the other is a space wolf--
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lazuli-isnt-dead · 2 months ago
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I love my Horus Heresy Blorbos
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Look at them
they are so sad
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ma1dmer · 2 months ago
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Warhammer - Garviel Loken NSFW
i was put in this fandom for nefarious purposes, this one is a bit boring and i might revisit it eventually because i know i can give my princess something better
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): he likes to sit with you and simply talk. face to face so you know he is listening to you, a hand on your back or on your thighs, if you let him he'll read to you until you fall asleep before he let's himself rest as well.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): he is as proud of his physique as any astartes. however he doesn't quite think of himself like that, he is a weapon, a tool of war meant to kill people as efficiently as possible, it's hard to separate that from his mind at first, but he grows really fond of the way you make him see himself and his body differently. feeling your touch long after you have left his room, tracing the phantom feel of your lips over his own, his neck, his shoulders and if he stands up a bit straighter next time he meets up with his battle brothers it doesn’t really have to mean anything.
on you he likes any softer part of you, your tits, your thighs, your ass, your stomach, anything he can firmly grab as he fucks you. he likes the contrast, he likes to feel how, human you are, how soft and maybe even fragile you are compared to him, makes him think about protecting you, it really motivates him to go out there and fight better, more carefully, finish that damn crusade so he can get back to you.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): inside. he can’t quite explain the animal urge that takes hold of him when he is about to cum, but he always makes sure to bury himself as deep within you as possible, pulling your hips flush against his own, stilling almost abruptly as he finishes. he knows he is sterile, doesn’t know if he is happy with that fact or not considering how often he cums inside of you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): this man has no secrets, let alone dirty ones. if he likes something he likes something and he straight up tells you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): none, zero, nothing, always looking to follow the rules, always prioritizing his legion, he obviously neglected such wants/needs if he even had any to begin with, he comes to you with only the clinical understanding of everything, but he is a quick study, smart and very conscious of your comfort and pleasure. he likes to hear you tell him what you like in the beginning, don't let him stumble around blindly. he takes his sweet time learning your body inside and out before he is fully ready in his mind to take you. you meet up multiple times where he just uses his fingers or mouth to get you off, before he finally let’s you escalate things, the wait is worth it for both of you though.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): laid flat down on your front, legs spread for him to fit between them. this way he can control things more easily, pull your legs up over his shoulders to eat you out from the back while grinding his cock down on the bed or push you down fully to lay over you pinning you against the covers or pull you to your hands and knees so he can mount you properly.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): on first glance he is an unreadable-unmovable block of ice, the perfect soldier, they don’t call him starch-arse for no reason, but thats just the first layer. it is very important that you are having fun with him, that you are relaxed and comfortable in his bed, he doesn't crack out jokes as easily as others but he is a bigger tease than you might expect.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): he isn't very hairy to begin with and whatever he has is very fair like the rest of him, fair and soft and curling at the base of his cock. no happy trail sadly.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): he isn't exactly romantic, he doesn't know how to do romance, but does it really matter at the end of the day? when he leans down to press his forehead against yours as he cums or when he reaches up to hold both your hands as he eats you out. he is very affectionate and very soft when it's the two of you beneath the sheets, he is always moving your hands so you are holding onto him/hugging him or taking the initiative to hold you himself.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): in the past he’d just ignore such a need, a cold shower, a quick round of training or sparring with someone, maybe some reading, but after joining the mournival and/or after meeting you he learns how much it helps him to unwind. on his bed, seated at the edge of it as if ready to stand up and run out of the room, not fully able to relax, his pants around his thighs, his hand on his cock, he doesn’t really drag it out, almost guilty about such indulgence, if he has any piece of your clothing, you bet your ass he is burying his face in it, inhaling and panting like a winded animal, when he is done he might still need that cold shower AND the round of sparring, he also has the decency to ask the serfs to wash said piece of clothing so he can give it back to you next time you meet.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): nothing special he is pretty vanilla on almost all aspects. you do find out later on he likes to have his hair pulled a bit, it shocks him as much as it shocks you, you are simply running your fingers through it feeling how long it has gotten since you two last met as he trails his lips down your neck when he sinks his teeth playfully in your shoulder. you yank instinctively and the lupine growl he lets out startles both of you.
also, fight this man, not seriously, but ask him to show you a fighting maneuvre, ask him to help you train a bit to get stronger, ask him for self defense tips, anything like that, there is a fifty fifty chance he gives you actual fighting tips, his priority always keeping you safe or he sends you off to his room to wait for him after one(1) grappling move.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do): in his room, behind closed doors after he has made sure you won't be disturbed for the night.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): he'd like to say its after a battle or after a good sparring session, when his blood still runs hot, but in reality it's when you two simply get to sit quietly together, talking. i am gonna burn in hell for sure here he is talking about his poor dead mother and i can't stop wishing his hands were unbuttoning my dress vibes, he'll turn to you smile and thank you for listening to him before leaning down to kiss you asking you what are your plans for the night as he gently nips at your jawline, his hands already moving at the hem of your shirt, thumbing the fabric as if asking for permission to keep going.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): he will never bring whatever you are doing outside his bedroom, he takes his job too seriously to do so, his brothers might tease him and goad him on joking about him showing off his pretty little toy, letting them meet you, but he keeps his mouth firmly shut, so don't really expect any surprise sex outside the safety of his room.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): he is very very very dedicated to the task of pleasing you, let him bury his face between your legs and stay there the entire night, the size difference really works in his favour when he puts his mouth around you.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): he has one consistent pace, he rarely falters from it, in and out of you like a machine, you don't even get to know when he is about to cum, he just suddenly stops deep inside of you and stays there for a good solid minute growling as he empties himself.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): they make him nervous, he needs to take his time, make sure he has handed over his vox for the night, called in a favor from someone to take over orders if he is called up and even when you are in his bed, he just can't rush it, he needs to prepare you, it's also very common for him to lose track of time with you after, quickies just don't work.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): following up from some of the things established above, he does not like calling in favors from his brothers, they always grin and give him knowing looks about what he has planned for the night, but he refuses to half ass anything and put you, himself or his position in the mournival at risk, he just sucks up the embarrassment with flushed cheeks and his tail tucked between his legs. needless to say he isn't very spontaneous or experimental.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): he tends to underestimate just how much you can handle. he paces himself to give you one good solid round and doesn't bother you after that even if you can see that he is ready to keep going.you really have to reassure him you can take more than that.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): he doesn’t care for them, in the beginning his pride definitely gets wounded at the thought of not being enough to satisfy you, once he thinks it over though, he understands the toys aren’t his enemies. he still doesn’t care much about bringing them in your bedroom but do tell him how you use them and how you were thinkng of him while he was gone.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he is a big tease, he surprises you with that, he knows your body, you know he knows your body, he can feel you, smell you, hear you, so when you feel yourself about to cum and he pulls back for the fifth time that night, in favor of kissing your trembling thighs or lazily pump his fingers inside of you, his other hand stopping you from wiggling your hips against his face, you know he is doing it on purpose. all you have to do is ask for him to stop teasing you and he will just act as if he wasn't even aware he was doing so while finally finally pushing inside of you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): he is quiet but he pants like an animal, it's not that he necessarily silences himself, but he is always so focused to the feel of everything, lost in pleasure or trying to keep his mind clear enough to make sure he isn't hurting you, that he just forgets he can ask you.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): he loves kissing, once he gets the hang of it, he is a big kisser, stealing you away briefly to greet you with a quick peck to your lips or when he is about to leave a kiss to your forehead or when you are in his room on your sides lazily making out. he definitely has an oral fixation loves when you shove your fingers in his mouth as he is fucking you, he'll have you on your back and as you move to cup his face he'll turn his head to pull your fingers between his lips, it's instinctive.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): he has a very pretty cock, pale like the rest of him with a pink head you have to tug the foreskin back from, thicker towards the base
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): he is very straight forward, there is a bit of a learning curve, figuring out what exactly the emotions you stir within him are, then accepting them, maybe asking around about the possibilities, getting laughed at by torgaddon, and finally he simply comes to you. it’s one of those nights after a good battle, after a decisive victory against the imperium’s foes, with blood rushing to his face from excitement and his brothers laughing with him, he steals away a moment to ask you to talk. he has no real plan about it, but he won’t let himself get tormented by thoughts of you any longer. after that you are kind of left initiating, he never denies you, but if you leave it up to him it's rare that his mind will fully go there.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he sleeps like a little freak, on his stomach, face mushed into his one(1) pillow, it makes you wonder if he can even breathe like that, he likes when you hold him, he won’t outright ask you, still making peace with the nature of your relationship but whenever you move away in the middle of the night he always lifts his head up to see what you are doing, the complaint evident in his grey eyes.
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dese-o · 14 days ago
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Teaser for a comic :D
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foolscr0w · 1 month ago
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lil doodle of my chapter master :)
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valhallasoutlaw · 4 months ago
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Kudos to Garviel "Babygirl" Loken for being one of the only space marines to regularly have normal conversations with women. Letting them infodump and shit while he sits there all 👉👈😊
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supercomputer-lizard · 4 months ago
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Horus Heresy
I wanna know which traitor legion/primarch was the most and least justified for falling to chaos or turning traitor
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lxvvie · 1 year ago
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Being in a relationship with Horus Lupercal would consist of the following:
Horus essentially sweet-talking you into a full-fledged relationship. Not that you're complaining. Much.
Horus being both protective of you and shameless in parading you around.
Learning to pick up on the more subtle cues behind his smile(s). As such, you're more attuned to whether or not they're genuine or performative.
Knowing just about everything about his brothers thanks to him. Everything.
Horus spoiling the absolute shit out of you. If he had it his way, your feet wouldn't even touch the ground.
Physical touch. A lot of it. The Warmaster can't keep his hands off of you. And if the occasion doesn't call for touching, he's close by, looming over you like a protective, charismatic shadow.
Having the privilege of meeting the Emperor of Mankind under less formal circumstances. The same goes for Malcador.
Also having the privilege of riling Abaddon up to Horus' amusement.
Going just about every place Horus goes. You can count on one hand the number of nights he's spent away from you.
And when you sleep, you're almost always asleep on his chest. Might as well use his chesticles as a pillow.
Horus being pleasantly surprised at the moments when you take the initiative and... initiate.
Speaking of initiate, uh... you tend to sleep in more often than not the next day. Because of reasons. Reasons that pertain to Horus and his stamina.
Kissing that shiny bald head of his for good luck or something of that nature. It's turned into an inside joke between you two.
While verbal proclamations of his affection are few and far between, Horus makes no secret of his love for you, little wolf. Everyone can see it, especially those who would use it to their own ends... and perhaps at your expense.
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stormcastmarine · 2 months ago
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Sons of Horus
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