#primarch wives

[duchessdollmace]

Out of curiosity, what do ya'll think the primarchs jobs would be in a modern setting? Totally asking for a friend, no nefarious reasons

[nereidof40k]

Thoughts?

[funboxsupreme]

Every time i enter the r/Primarchgfs subreddit out of bile fascination, i find myself repulsed by how the people on there see women.

[pyreofsunflowers]

Hrm oc lingerie series. How typical of the porn artist hrm Also sorry iron warriors fans but that legion is so boring and so is Hestia. Blegh. Now give this 7 gorgillion notes because shes an iron warriors oc with huge tits.

[monalisahyperdrive]

Primarch names from least moanable to the most moanable - entirely subjective.

Factors taken into account:

Name length

How easy it is to say

General vibes ('imagine having sex with a guy and having to moan gilbert')

I wrote this instead of sleeping. I don't know either. This is getting posted and I will probably never address it again if I don't delete it during my break tomorrow. I should not be given internet access past 11pm.

Perturabo

It pained me to put him all the way down (up?) here at the least moanable as I fear he may actually be one of my favourites, however... I am not delusional enough to ignore that not only is this a pretty long name, a good amount of people struggle not only to say it but to even spell it. Not at all dyslexia friendly. I would give it a good go but I feel like in order to enjoy yourself you kind of have to accept you will be calling him 'Perty' or 'Bo' or whatever you prefer.

Sanguinius

Sanguinius fans please spare me but this is a long ass name at 3? 4? syllables. I don't even know what you could call him for short instead. However, I don't doubt that it's entirely possible, I just think it would take a while to stop stuttering through.

Mortarion

Another long name. Are you sensing a pattern yet? I am. More moanable due to having less vowels than Sanguinius and less harsher (?) consonants like in Perturabo. Pretty middle of the road, easy to pronounce, could probably be easier if you just start calling him 'Morty' instead.

Alpharius / Omegon

Alpharius is again another longer name that I feel like I would trip over for a good couple weeks. I am NOT shorting it to Alpha. I must maintain my dignity, whatever crumbs of it remain. Omegon is an easier name - likely due to it having less syllables (3 rather than 4). However, I feel like the only way to shorten it would be 'Meg' and that would make me laugh and I would get distracted. Remember how I said this is subjective? This is why.

Jaghatai

3 syllables, easy enough to say, not a lot of vowels or harsher consonants to trip over. Incredibly doable, and I'm sure many have tried it. Hell, I'd certainly take a good stab at it.

Angron

Harsh G right in the middle, otherwise no complaints really. 2 syllables. Straight forward. You could certainly give it a good go.

Rogal

2 syllables - easy right? Wrong. Evil G right there in the middle again. Probably would have been higher (lower?) on the list if it was softened with maybe an H right after. Alas, it is not so.

Corvus

2 incredibly easy syllables. The V is a little evil (harsh) but with a relatively short name and a soft starting consonant I'm sure it's manageable. Best bird boy. Not much else to say.

Fulgrim

Although apparently a good chunk of people have given it a go - or at least his wives have - we're back to the G dilemma. Personally I'd suggest calling him 'Fulgie' - like Fergie but worse.

Konrad

Quite possibly the most normal name on the whole list. Konrad. Everyone can say Konrad. An easy two syllables with the harshest letter right at the start. Easy peasy.

Roboute

I actually don't know if this is 2 syllables or 3. I even went and looked on Reddit. Some people are saying Ro-Bou-Te, I've been reading it Ro-Boot. Either way these are easy, with the harshest sound being the T of all things. Either way I don't think moaning for poor long suffering Robert is too tricky.

Vulkan

Deceptively soft V and K. What a pleasant surprise. Anyone could moan this easily, and he'd probably be delighted.

Lion

Objectively this is incredibly easy, which is why it made it so high (low?) on the scale. However, I would argue moaning 'Lion' in full sincerity is somewhat hilarious. That sure is the name of an incredibly powerful (and unfortunately incredibly sexy) man.

Magnus

Easy to moan. Probably wouldn't mind if you gave it a go. Again, one of the easier names. I'm sure he'd be happy to tutor you on the subject.

Lorgar

Flows nicely, 2 short syllables, incredibly straight forward. Started mentally calling him 'Lorgie', never recovered.

Ferrus

Incredibly straight forward name. Ferrus, pronounced the same as Ferrous, like the iron tablets. Something something you should do it, it's medicinal.

Leman

Not at the top due to the time it took to decide whether it was Lee-man or Le-man (like lemon). Personal gripe, but if you've gotten this far down without understanding that I don't know what to tell you. Quick, easy, sure why not.

Horus

As much as I wish to be deeply spiteful and shove him somewhere unremarkable in the middle, I just can't do it. This is an easy name. Don't worry, if you struggle at all I'm sure he'd be willing to let you keep trying until you figure it out. Bastard.

[beckyninja]

Awwww! My Lady Guilliman absolutely would do this. I imagine she has a friendly relationship with most of the older Ultramarines, but full on adopted the first group of neophytes/scouts she encountered. A lot of the younger Ultramarines grow up calling her "Mother".

Ultramarine: -Deployed in an extremely cold planet, arrives wearing a blue scarf around his neck- Black Templar: -Laughs- Nice scarf you got there Ultralame! Did your legion mommy made it for ya? Ultramarine: Of course she did, she loves me. Black Templar: Black Templar: Alright stupid Blueberry, you win this round.

MY MOM MADE IT FOR ME 😭😭😭 this is such a Salamander behavior also

[bleedingichorhearts]

“𝐈’𝐦 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬…” {1/2}

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: How I would think the Primarchs would react to you saying “I’m getting too old for this.” Yandere Primarchs would be a different story…

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: The “Primarchs” reacting to you saying “I’m too old for this.” Simple as that.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k.

TW // Slight Angst.

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The Emperor; “Revelation:”

He hears your words through your soul. He doesn’t need to be in front of you to hear you say you’re “too old” comment to yourself, and he feels… indifferent about it, in a way. Sure, you’re his counterpart, but he has always expected you to eventually fall to the hands of death before him. It was inevitable. He was a proclaimed god, and you? A simple human. A human that reminds him of too much true humanity itself despite his title…

Lion El’Johnson; “The First:”

Is also indifferent about it and expects it. He knows the consequences and prepares himself for it, or at least tries to. His face is voided of emotion, but his eyes stare and that means a lot than what many lead on. He won’t show it, act or even acknowledge it, and perhaps… he doesn’t want to.

Fulgrim; “The Phoenician:”

Gasps at you from like a 5-mile radius (maybe more) before coming to where you are leaning down to sweep you up in his arms. Kissing you on the cheek and forehead, and it’s very much to your confusion. Your hubby is being very affectionate with you randomly. Well, until he praises you on your age and how remarkable you look do you piece together what happened to get such lovin’.

Perturabo; “Lord of Iron:”

Pretends not to care, but he does give a very low hum of acknowledgement. Is somehow better than his first brother as he at least acknowledged your words. (From a far radius as well.) He’s a bit… hurt? At your words, but he knows it’s inevitable as well. Though, that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t change something within his workplace to make you more comfortable and less eligible to say those words again.

Jaghatai Khan; “The Warhawk:”

Would pick you up, kiss you on the neck before giving you to the other wives of his sons. Requesting them to pamper you for the day, and if they can’t? He will, and he’s surprisingly good at it. It’s nothing much compared to the thought of your aging death, but he can at least make it more comfortable, right?

Leman Russ; “The Wolf King:”

Plays excited and happy, but is… gloomy on the inside. He doesn’t like your words, you should prosper, hunting with him and his sons forever. Yet he is not oblivious to the acts of death: slow and fast. Though, maybe hunting with his sons in the… afterlife would be more enjoyable? Lasting? He doesn’t like to think too much on it, but he’ll try and spend his time with you more often. (Not like he already does.)

Rogal Dorn; “Praetorian of Terra:”

Gives you a voided stare like his first brother too. Though, he also doesn’t really acknowledge it either, with words anyway. He may act though, doing the same thing his 4th brother does. Trying to provide you with a much more comfortable environment. Stop complaining about his quarters being enough. He must ensure structure.

Konrad Cruze; “Dark King:”

Stares at you too, but is like… worse than Lord Dorns stare. You think he’ll do anything for your uttered words? Thats right, he won’t. If he let himself die to the hands of an assassin? He’ll let you suffer your age. He feels indifferent about not killing you himself however… He may or may not offer extra human bones to you.

Sanguinius; “The Angel:”

Looks at you for a second: up and down before giving a low hum, and gracefully walking to your side. Inside, he doesn’t like your words and he knows his sons around him don’t like it either. It’s one of the many things they think they can’t live without: you. He’ll cover you with his wings as everything seems to get painfully quiet, but he’ll praise you as if nothing happened.

Ferrus Manus; “The Gorgon:”

His legion would simply not care, but him? He’s affected by it. Yes, he likes your humanity, but please. Don’t say those words. He doesn’t wish to think upon them. He doesn’t wish for you to… possibly be like his sons. He’ll keep you more close to him than usual after that, keeping a good eye on you. He won’t say anything, but he’s… there.

[kit-williams]

Yandere Magnus, Fulgrim, Corvux, Khan and Mortarion... please?

So uh I'm probably going to look at some of my earlier Yandere Primarchs (and Abbadon and the Emps) and redo them just so that everyone gets a small blurb

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog

Yandere Magnus: I've mentioned somewhere that Yandere Magnus is a less intense version of a Yandere Emperor. He will still use the same tricks as his father no doubt. Shapeshifting into something alluring and pleasing to you... using his psychic gifts to find out everything about you. How you came into his notice... it could have been the most mundane thing you accidentally brushing up against him when delving into the immaterium if you are a psyker... if you are not perhaps it was just a thought you held onto tightly that just danced on by his gaze and he followed it back to it's source.

Regardless of who you are or how you caught his attention... he's looking now he's now interested! You might not have been in the dating market because things weren't going your way and the stress of trying to eek out a living was stressful enough. But soon enough things go your way and you feel like you might try to date again... and then suddenly this handsome man seems to waltz into your life... you're certain you saw him in a dream.

It practically makes your head swim with how much he knows and understands you! Fights seem to fizzle out as you've hardly met someone willing to talk through arguments like him... just everything feels so dizzingly perfect so perfect you can't help but feel blindsided when the ruse is up but by that point it's too late... but it was already far too late as you had sealed your fate with that first smile that reached your eyes as he gazed into what he considered a beautiful mind.

Yandere Fulgrim: Depend son when he is acting like a yandere... under the influence of the Leer blade is the most likely time he would indulge in those feelings he's been bottling up; that or he's always been one and each of his wives were each a darling. Fulgrim is going to try to slip a collar around your neck and hold that leash tightly so you can't leave him all while he just sweet talks you into submitting to him. All his wives had similar features to your own... they all held passion in their hobbies something you've only been able to recently indulge... You're going to LEAVE him just like they LEFT him! It wasn't fair! Why did you all have such horrifyingly short lives!

How DARE YOU! How dare they all wrap his hearts up with kisses and love and adoration holding it in their hands and EACH AND EVERYTIME THEY DIED IT DROPPED. His heart shattering every time his wives died. He swore off marrying again! But you oh his beautiful rose... he was willing to make an exception for you. Perhaps he didn't need to tie the knot in that way again he was a Primarch he could easily seduce you and just have you as his paramour... but that felt so beneath him... and unfair to you. People talk oh how they would TALK about how you would be nothing more then his fucktoy if all he did was use you for sex.

Fulgrim clenched his jaw as it was unfair you had such short blazingly BRIGHT lives. He considered killing you and preserving you so that you would never leave him. But then there would be no more smiles from you... no more soft laughs... no longer giving him the look as he gently explained things to you... you were odd...Fulgrim liked odd. Normal was overrated anyway... He could feel himself getting worked up more and more into a manic state.

Till your voice pierced the haze and he smiled at you as his mind was rolling... watching your lips move with each syllable you clearly spoke... his eyes flicked to the plain robes... those no longer would do... he'd dress you up in the prettiest of dresses and jewels like a perfect doll. "I might need to update your outfit my dear." He interrupts whatever banal thing you were telling him, "Won't you allow me to see how pretty I can make you look." He says stalking closer... oh yes he liked you... oblivious to his intentions... just the way he liked.

Yandere Corvus: He stalks as his primary method of getting close... he yearns and he silently pines for you to look at him with the same gentle looks as you give your friends and family. But the shadows are his friend and it comes less and less of yours... as you feel like you're going crazy... you feel like someone has been following you... like you're always being watched. Perhaps you shouldn't have fed those birds but its not the feeling of being watched that is driving you mad.

You can feel it in the dark... that someone else is there in the shadows... running hands over your body no matter how tightly you pull your blanket close to you at night. You feel fleeting touches in your hair, strands catching on something but there is nothing there to catch your hair... the worse one is the feeling of kisses on your skin. The whisper of your name sometimes it feels like something is trying to get your attention... other times you hear it moaned.

You even dared to get yourself checked out to see if you were a psyker but no you were not which you feel is much worse. You feel things start to slip through your fingers as you feel like you're going crazy... till you wake up one night to see something over your bed. The scream dies in your throat as you just feel so afraid to make a noise as lips ghost over your cheek "Shhh relax" is all he whispers before you pass out afraid. And unfortunately for you... you'll wake up somewhere new.

Yandere Khan: The Khan is hard to yandere because he's so normal... he's funny, he's polite, he's a bit of an ass as well, but he's also ruthless. But perhaps that's what makes him something that his brothers probably aren't... he's a successful yandere. He's successful in keeping his darling in the dark... successful in keeping his darling close all while in the background and out of sight his perversions are played out.

He holds you so tightly when he wants to be affectionate... the way he at times can drown you in affection that it's almost too much but the primarch tells you that he can't help it as his hearts get so full that he has to just show you how much he loves you. Other poetic motions that can easily hide the red flags that speed on past your eyes.

Yandere Mortarion: Sickly sweet until you try to pull away and then his selfish side comes out and you will be like a rabbit caught in a wire trap where the wire squeezes your neck tighter and tighter. Of course most of what he grows will be used to make chemical weapons but you can't help but be enamored with the beauty of the deadly garden. Though perhaps the caretaker of this deadly garden is enamored by you. He wants something nice... something soft... something sweet... and he starts off with giving gifts. He's not blind to mortals customs of courtship having more often then not been the companion that would listen to his friends, Calas mostly, tirades of not knowing what they were doing wrong and yet somehow it was himself that could point out the obvious.

It was the fact he wasn't to the standards of his fellows; apparently he was intimidating... he was ethereal... just what he would learn that there was apparently being far too attractive for your own good... at least for him on Barbaras; he knew he was skin and bones. But he liked to give you gifts from his garden... the wreaths he would weave of flowers that spoke of the depths of his love for you... how he would treasure and cherish you... how he wouldn't let you go... toxic flowers woven in as this was all done in the Barbarasian flower language. As sometimes his mind would fixate and he would realize a whole wreath was of one type of flower practically screaming out his feelings in that moment. Though he did his best to weave sentences but sometimes just he got stuck on how much he felt. Other wreathes he did not send were of all toxic and poisonous flowers... speaking of dark promises of rejected love and should another try to court you.

You were such a sweet and curious thing... smart as well but far too curious for your own good. It was really far too easy for him to lure you close with pretty flowers. Lure you in like a predatory plant... you were far too pretty to be some common insect far more like a mouse... prey too big for many to think to be caught by a plant. And yet you're lured in close with eyes wide open... and the jaws snap shut around the prey as you reciprocate with your own gift.

Just don't try to pull away... lest the vines start to suffocate.

[bolters-and-rivets]

this question came up in the 40k discord I help run but there's only 4 of us active right now, so objectively, which primarchs had or have "game" in universe

I do not mean "which primarch do you think is the most attractive" I mean "which primarch would be considered attractive by the citizenry and be able to recognise if someone was trying to flirt with them"

we all agreed Fulgrim objectively had the most game, given that he canonically had wives, but what about the others?

I proposed that, given that Guilliman is practically an aryan charicature he's probably considered very handsom by the citizens of the imperium, but he's to focussed on running the imperium, so women and men would swoon and voice regret that "alas he's already married to the administratum"

Sanguinius would probably be able to recognise someone flirting with him, but he would be so perfect in appearance that it flipped round to the uncanny vally which scares away those who would typically attempt to flirt, whilst those still obsessed enough to aproach him would be akin to a beatles crowd, so overcome by his presence that they're reduced to sobbing and screaming

please give answers with justification, as with the three examples

[mothiir]

writing proper fic still eluding me so here is a list of how i think the primarchs would respond to their sons trying to romance human women:

Sanguinius - he isn’t thrilled about the idea, not because he thinks that love and romance is a bad thing — quite the opposite — but because he knows the tragic fate many of his sons will suffer. What human woman can survive the tribulations of the red thirst? How many of his boys will end up tearful and repentant after their control slipped, and they hurt the human they love? Mortals are so fragile — it is better to act as their guardian than their lover. Still, if he were to find out that one of his sons was seeing a mortal, he would simply gently suggest that the son in question take every proper precaution — ultimately, the choice must belong to them.

Vulkan - yes! great idea! Please do have relationships with humans - have children, rear families. When the time comes for them to pass, mourn them, but celebrate the life you were blessed to share with them. You cannot call yourself the protectors of humanity if you do not partake in it. Salamanders live amongst their human families, and relish in the kinship and love this brings them. Vulkan has given away many a Salamander in marriage.

Ferrus Manus - sex is self-indulgent nonsense. Be better. He is not the sort of man to give his sons relationship advice — nor are they the type to ask it — so he never makes an official proclamation against having mortal lovers, because Iron Hands are far too sensible to even consider it (rumours that they replace their dicks with ceramite remain unaddressed).

Horus - The Luna Wolves are — uh — enthusiastic about their involvement with humanity. Unlike Vulkan, Horus discourages lengthy attachments — have a fling if you must, have several (don’t let those flings find out about each other), but don’t try and settle down. Luna Wolves are soldiers, designed to conquer distant stars in their father’s name. One day, they will be able to plant roots in rich earth, and rear sons of their own. But not now. Not yet.

Leman Russ — Humanity is a beautiful thing, and its daughters are more beautiful yet. Leman doesn’t begrudge his sons their dalliances, nor does he discourage them from wedding — he just asks that they remember that their first duty is to the Allfather, and the pack. As long as they don’t get any ideas about sneaking off somewhere to retire, everything is fine. Russ welcomes his son’s wives to his fires — and, if they’re amenable, to his furs.

Fulgrim — much like Sanguinius, Fulgrim has complicated feelings about human women. He’s been married four times, loved each wife dearly, and had to watch them die of one ailment or another. He wants to spare his sons the torment he felt, but he also doesn’t want to deny them the full range of human experience. He ends up encouraging them to cultivate an artistic appreciation for romance — a sort of courtly love, where they paint pictures of the woman they like, and write poetry, but never actually engage in anything too direct. If he keeps their love aesthetic and sterile and distant then maybe they can avoid the heart-deep pain that comes from watching your lover perish.

The Lion - are you kidding me? His sons don’t even want to admit that they know what a woman is, just in case he somehow takes it as an insult and they end up banished.

[druidwolf21]

Context: Since Khan has been disappeared in the Webway for 10k years, a current joke and the headcanon of some in the fandom is that he is banging Drukhari, being shipped with Lelith or he even will come back with a harem of those (because he is inspired in Genghis Khan, who had many wives from conquered territories). I'm not to found of this, but if gave me a idea for you to write (if you're familiar with Khan and the Drukhari, if not you can pass).

So, the idea is that reader is a Drukhari trueborn who she doesn't enjoy torture or having slaves (a rare case amount the Dark Eldar), but has to pretend she does for her own security, but actually she wants to leave Commoragh. So, one day Jaghatai is captured, torturee and put in the pits. She starts to visit him, pretending to torture him but she is actually being kind to him, give him food and water, win his trust and plan to scape together.

So after the scape, where she helps Khan before recover his sword and bike. They leave together somewhere, they start to have feelings for each other and they have sex. She is still a drukhari, so she toughts she could dominate him but quickly found out she can't top a Primarch. (They have a good time anyway).

YES

Yes

Yes

I love this so much anon!!

Sorry this took so long! I wanted to really capture the details you envisioned and I will not lie, I got completely enthralled with their lore and went down a rabbit hole.

I will be honest I finished this after taking a LOT of cold and flu meds so I apologize profusely if this isn't what you had in mind.

I hope you enjoy this!!

@beckyninja @lemon-russ @moodymisty @jaghatai-khock @thisuserislilsilly @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Freedom

Jaghatai Khan/drukhari reader

CW: violence, slavery, graphic depiction of injury, sexual content.

Cold stagnant air needled its way up your cloak and into your bones as you passed silently through the winding alleyways. The scent of bloody iron and fear hung in the air, and your lips twist in a grimace as you glancing upwards. Your gaze was filled with shifting shadows and Obsidian spires rising from the earth in twisted contortions as they reached towards a dark sky, devoid of warmth from its dying suns.

A monstrous world for a monstrous breed.

You should know, you were one of them.

You gathered your robe close about you, cupping the rough fabric against your slender frame and dragged your eyes back to the path. Your hand rested on the pommel of your sheathed dagger as you stalked past a sullen bounty hunter, his dark eyes following your lithe leather clad figure as you stalked past him.

"eyes down, half born" you hissed hands twitching in anticipation. The dark elder studied you for a moment, before realization flashed across his angular face and he shuddered slightly, before returning his gaze to the floor. A pent up breath shuddered between your lips and adrenaline flooded your body as you glowered once more at him before returning your narrowed gaze to your destination.

The inner city of Commoragh, dark and diseased, sprawled before you like a rotten carcass. The spires and towers stuck at jagged angles like weathered bones, overshadowed only by the twisted face of the titanic kabalite statues that stood hewed from rock and corpse. Rivers of crimson dripped from long slender faces and toothed maws , speckling the black statues with flashes of colour as slaves of all colour and creed were fed to the elements to continue the carving of their masters likeness into the world. Converging at the base of this shrine to depravity lay your objective.

The roar of the crowd thrummed in your bones as you stepped into the catacombs below the arena, above you the dull stamp of feet and clash of weapons reverberate, muted by the thick walls of the tunnels. You removed a bracket from the wall and allowed the flames to light your way as you sped down the corridor. Guards flicked their eyes to you before looking away as you passed lines of cages, the occupants of each alcove offering cries of rage and fear, other promising death in such sweet ways, the rattling of chains accompanying the song of the damned as it echoed after you. You wander around in the dark, trusting your instincts as you weaved through the maze like walls, running your hand along the bumps and grooves of the wall your journey ended abruptly with a dead end. A single dark cell, ancient ruins carved around the cindered brick and wright iron door in a great arch.

Throwing back your hood you dropped your head slightly, predatory eyes locked on the guards as you stalked towards the cell.

"filthy halfbreeds, away with you" you hissed, waving a long fingered hand at the guards. "Your stench makes me vomit"

The guards looked at each other and back at you, their porcelain skin shining in contrast to their pitch armour as they shifted uncomfortably. "The archon has requested.."

You cut him off with a vicious backhand, slamming the burning torch across the elf's face with such force his head swung back against the wall with a crack. "You DARE question me" you snarled, curling your arm back for another blow "do you have ANY idea who I am?!" You sneered down at the guard as he staggered upright, a hand clutched to his burnt face as dark blood bloomed under his skin in a spreading bruise. "You think I don't know the order of my own father?" You threw the now cindering bracket at his feet. "You! Take this sack of flesh and be gone from my sight, before I decide your blood is prettier painting the walls" you spat as the injured xenos grasped his companion and limped away.

A deep chuckle emanated from the dark of the cell as the eldar males rounded the corner and sprinted away.

"And here I thought you had no bite"

Running a hand along the door, the lock released with a groaning clunk. "I have to keep up appearances, unless you'd rather sit here and rot" you sighed as you stepped into the prison, pulling out a leather pouch and water flask. You tossed them into the corner and leant against the damp wall as the prisoner rose to his feet. He was tall, towering over you as he stretched and cracked his muscles, silver lines of scars peppered his defined torso as he reached for the water bottle, quaffing it easily. Long black hair hung in a ponytail over his back, brushing against the waistband of his tattered trousers. His handsome face was framed by an unkempt beard and faded red warpaint cracked on his forehead as he raised a brow at you. You shrugged under his stern gaze and turned your head away from him. "If you want out of here, it needs to be tonight" you muttered as you pushed off the wall and stepped towards him. "They're sending you into the pit again today, Khan. Finish up quickly and I'll be waiting for you as they bring you back in, we've waited long enough"

The primarch remained silent as he stared at you. Amber eyes unmoving and unblinking, you felt like a rabbit caught in the talons of a hawk. "You have been odd since the day I met you" he finally grumbled, tossing the empty water skin back at you. "But I have entertained your plots for long enough, tonight it is" Nodding at the warrior, you smirked slightly at the gleam in his eyes. "Just make sure you don't die out there, I've become oddly attached to you, warp knows why, it would be a shame if all this planning went to waste"

He rolled his eyes, snorting as he waved a callused and bloodied hand. "The only thing that will kill me at this point is listening to more of your xenos drivel"

"you've been here 3 months, one more night won't kill you, unless your bark is worse than your bite after all?"

"just be ready"

You chuckled softly as you stepped out of the cell and resealed the door.

"see you at the pit"

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The hungered baying of the crowds had only grown louder as the night approached, thousands of spectators crowing in glee as blood splattered the floor of the arena. Piles of offal and meat, the remains of the night's entertainment lay in discard piles, trickling streams of crimson gore into dirt.

You crouched in the shadow of the gladiatorial gate, hand pressed into the blood slicked wall for balance as you quivered. Euphoria and bile rising in your stomach as the pain and fear from the spectacle satiated your hunger but left your heart sickened as you watched it all unfold.

Jaghatai Kahn snarled as he lashed out, giant hand catching the helmed drukhari wych in a vice grip, crushing her skull like an egg before casting the twitching corpse aside and lunging for his next opponent. His long hair flew behind him as he charged forward, yanking a speeding reaver off his bike and slamming him into the floor with a sickening snap as the jet bike collided with the jagged wall. The crowds roared as he raised the fighter like a broken doll, wretching his body in half at the waist before tossing him to the mounting pile of corpses around his feet. As he stood, showered in ichor, his burnished eyes trailed the walls of the fighting pit until they landed on your lithe form, shrouded by the shadow of the wrought iron palisade. You gestured to the bike nodded.

It was time.

Khan lurched towards the smoking jet bike, hefting the smoldering metal above his head. "Xenos filthy!" He bellowed as he launched the mass into the stands, a manic grin creasing his features as the crowd screeched and scattered. As the mayhem ensued, you grasped the lever on the wall and yanked. Behind you, dozens of cage doors groaned open and the floor began to vibrate as dozens of captives sprinted down the lit tunnel towards the burning fight pit. You pressed your back flat against the sides as the prisoners stampeded past you and began flinging themselves into the panicking eldar. You felt the rolling tide of fear and pain emanating from the stand as the tormentors became victims of their own twisted blood sport.

Donning your helmet, you raised your splinter pistol into the air and fired, the familiar whine of the round as it left the chamber inciting further panic, allowing you to sprint forward into the fray, locating your ally with starling ease.

"go now"

He glared down at you, hands clenched into white knuckled fists before recognizing your voice and nodding, and storming towards the gate with your wiry figure in tow. Guards sprinted past you, noting your ranking in your hurrying to control the flow of battle as it threatened to spill into the streets of Commoragh.

"go go, I've got this one under control" you screeched, waving your free arm in the air to send them past, making a show of pressing the neurotoxic pistol into the man's back.

The row of cells was silent as you paced past, their occupants busy exacting bloody vengeance upon the rulers of the pit. A quick tap against a bracket to open a wall and suddenly the darkness consumed everything, pressing into you like a blanket. You felt jaghatai shift next you, muscles tensing at the sudden deprivation and you reached out to grasp his wrist before pulling him through the tunnel.

Each turn and divot played out in your memory as you carefully led the way through, one hand grasping a warm body as the other felt its way across the familiar nooks and crevices in the wall. The tunnel seemed endless, and with each step you could feel the Khan growing more and more tense. His distrust of you heightening with each passing moment and you could ill afford a pissed off primarch if your plan was going to work out.

"this tunnel will bring us out somewhere in the sprawls" you turned slightly as you spoke "it's all ruins, but it's close enough to the port and we can handle whatever lives out there easily. It's a good place to stop and reevaluate our next steps"

"very well, I have little choice but to trust you"

You stopped, ignoring the foreign swears directed at you as the giant narrowly missed barreling you over.

"we've been planning this for three months, warhawk, I have tended your wounds, brought you food and water, I helped you escape from the wych arena and yet you still doubt me"

you released his wrist from your cool grasp and hissed air from between your clenched teeth before fumbling along the wall, releasing a hidden switch with a low groan. A portion of the wall slid down and exposed the dark streets of the sprawls and You slipped your helmet from your head tucking it under your arm as you stepped out. The man stood for a moment, flicking his gaze between you and the horizon behind you before stepping out alongside you.

You turned and silent walked away, long strides carrying you towards a half collapsed hut, hearing the heavy step of jaghatai, You swing the beaten door open and slunk inside, head cocked and long ears twitching as you listen. Hearing only the soft breathing of your companion, you tossed your helmet to the floor and began removing your armour, dropping breastplate, pauldrons and greeves to the floor haphazardly.

Jaghatai sat opposite you, birdlike gaze tracing over your figure as you wretched at armour straps until you finally stood in a sleek black battle suit, skin tight and almost translucent in places, the milky skin of your stomach, legs and arms exposed for ease of movement. kabal tattoos peppering in and out of view as they snaked across the soft skin of your hips and thighs. You looked at him, meeting his heated gaze for a moment before he looked away, turning his sight to his bloodied knuckles.

You sighed, shuffling over and clasping his hand, broad and hardened against your slender fingers as you traced the mottled bruises and cracked scabs of his knuckles. He froze against your touch as you ripped part of your cloak away to dab at the broken skin, his narrowed eyes following your movement as you wrapped the makeshift bandage around him. Your eyes trailed up his bare chest to his face and you flushed at the intimacy of the touch. You dropped his hand and rose to your feet. "Better? Or still too busy doubting me" you huffed, wiping your palms down your trousers and spinning on the balls of your feet.

"We need to get to the warp gate, if we head to the port of lost souls, we can take a ship and head out of the web way" you throw the primarch a sideways glance watching his fiddle with the cloth across his hand. "Once we're out, we can go our separate ways, I don't particularly want to run into the imperium, that's trading one shit show for another"

"I didn't"

"what?"

"I didn't doubt you"

You froze as he spoke, his deep voice pounding in your chest along with your heart as your pulse quickened.

"I should've. I should've killed you as soon as I escaped the arena. But I didn't"

He sat motionless as he spoke, his gaze still fixed in the bindings around his hand. Faint light seeped in through crack in the broken wall, illuminating his tanned flesh and highlighting the crevices of muscles and scars across his body.

"I am... Grateful"

Your stomach clenched as you looked at him, running your sight across his bare chest, along the rigid muscle of his neck and the firm line of his jaw, his lips looked so soft in this light, would it be so bad to just...

You shook your head, willing the sudden intrusive thoughts from your mind as you stormed over to him, feet either side of his hips as you leant over and pressing your index finger into his pectorals. "Well you've got a bloody funny way of showing it" you seethed, ignoring the growing heat in your gut as he looked up at you. "If this is how you humans show thanks, you can keep it" you jabbed into him to emphasize your anger as you spoke "you and your fucked up imperium, so bloodthirsty you cant see past the end of your own nose, your as bad as that lot out there" gesturing to the outside world with a vague wave. "So yeah, if you want to show your grateful, maybe act like it"

Your breath heaved as you finally paused, waiting for something, anything, from the man sat between your legs, but his face remained stoney as his observed you. Rage suddenly overtook you and you grasped his jaw in your hand. "You are just the most..."

Your words were cut off as his hand shot to the back of your head and pulled you towards him, crashing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. Your hands shot to his shoulders to brace yourself as his grip slid from the back of your head to your cheek whilst his other hand moved to your waist, gently tugging you down into his lap. You slid onto his legs, straddling his hips as you leant into the kiss, humming as he ran his tongue along your lip and into your mouth, exploring and tasting you. He finally pulled back and you blinked dumbly at him for a moment. "Thanks enough?" He smirked.

You grasped his chin again, softly this time as you went to lean back in for another kiss, only to yelp as his large fingers wrapped firmly around your throat. "I am grateful, but do NOT think you are in charge, little one" he whispered in your ear, peppering bites and kisses along your exposed jugular until his lips were only inches from yours. His breath was warm on your face and you squirmed in his grip, angered and embarrassed by the growing wet between your legs. You snarled and ground your hips down against him, relishing the growl that vibrated through his chest as you slid against himself just right. Suddenly his hands were in your hips, running along your side, tracing the muscle of your thigh as he took you in another deep kiss. You threw your arms around his neck, your body against his, devouring him, pulling away only to strip your top off and throw it amongst the debris. His mouth instantly traveled to your breast, mouthing at your pale flesh. Arching your back you pressed into his touch, sighing and fingering through his hair as his tongue traced circles round your sensitive nipple. His released you with a grumble before moving to the other side, grunting as you pressed your wet crotch against the bulge in his trousers.

You extracted yourself from his warmth, standing and stripping your bottoms down and casting them off before dropping down and crawling towards him, tugging at his waistband, lowering it just enough for his cock to bounce free. You heard his breath hitch as you ran your tongue against the underside, flicking it around his tip before taking it in your mouth. Sliding your fingers around the base you began to bob your head, stroking him with your hand as you sucked. His breathing became more laboured as you continued and you finally released him with a wet pop, holding the tip just before your lips as you looked up at him with big eyes. "Not so in charge now" you murmured, flicking your tongue out against his sensitive glans.

His eyes darkened as he grabbed you, hoisting you back onto his lap and lining himself up with your entrance, pausing for a moment as he watched you before sliding you down on him, bottoming out in your tight cunt in one movement. You threw your head back and cried out at the sudden fullness, tears pricking your eyes as you adjusted. Jaghatai nuzzled into your collar, chuckling hoarsely "what were you saying, woman?" Your response came out as a garbled groan as he began thrusting up into you, holding your hips as he bounced you in rhythm to his movement. His dick hitting part you didn't realize you had as he rutted into you.

"This what you wanted?" He panted, pulling your thigh further to fuck into your G spot. "Wanted this little pussy to be fucked by a primarch? " you felt the knot in your gut tighten as your ass slapped against his thighs. "Jag..ha...tai.. mmm gonna..." You mumbled, eyes glazed over as he fucked into you.

His breath came out in growls as his thrusts became erratic "throne" he snarled as he pushed his hips against you. Your end came as you felt him finish inside you, your muscles spasm as ecstasy flushed through your body and you flipped forward onto his chest, too high to care about the dried blood that still painted him. You lay against him for a while, satiated physically and psychically as the flood of emotions fed you. His fingers ran along your head and traced the shell of your long ears as you sighed and nuzzled into him.

"we still need to get my bike back before we can leave by the way"

"YOUR WHAT"

[pyreofsunflowers]

Wives of the primarchs AU, Aisha Aurelian - wife to Lorgar.

AU tldr: Before even Horus was found, the Emperor and Malcador would have conversations about the Primarchs (what they would be like, how easily they would come to the Imperium, and of course the impending doom of the Heresy.) At one point, while the Emperor was speaking his worries of his son's tempers, Malcador suggested giving them wives. A good wife can keep a man in check, more so than his father or brothers.

The Emperor thought Malcador was joking at first, but as the Sigilite explained further, the Emperor realized he was serious. Instead of brushing off the Sigilite's words, the Emperor listened and allowed Malcador limited access to his genetech. Thus, each primarch was given a wife perfectly crafted to suit the ideals of himself and his home world's culture.

Aisha's faith was like that of no other, even amongst the Word Bearers. Her pure, pious soul inspired all those who surrounded her. She embodied all that was good about the faith; kind, charitable, loyal, patience, and trustworthy.

Initially, Aisha taught scripture to converts and recruits, this work satisfied her and earned her respect amongst the men of the legion - except for Kor Phaeron. She and Lorgar were able to ignore his harsh words, however, and keep a happy relationship. However after Monarchia, everything fell apart - Aisha was forbidden from seeing her husband and thus growing distant from him. When he returned and spoke to her of worshipping the Chaos Gods, she was disgusted and took it upon herself to change his ways. Despite her best attempts, Aisha failed in this endevour and watched as her once kind husband turned into a cruel master. Aisha died before the siege, sacrified by Kor Phaeron to ensure a Chaos victory.

I'm currently taking a break from writing, but I do plan on eventually starting again (there will be a post). But if you would like to read what's already been written, I shall direct you here. Https://archiveofourown.org/series/2698501.

This is just a short blurb for context. Please ask any and all questions!

[beckyninja]

They're so confused and curious. 🤣

Remembered that one post of how Ultramarines would just flock to assist their pregnant Legion Mother en masse just like herd animals they are and I raise you:

Thousand Sons doing same, but instead of mass assistance they follow her examining her as rare animal species.

Heavily pregnant Legion Mother feeling she is followed, only to turn around to see like seven Thousand Sons astartes trying awkwardly hide behind a pillar which is smaller than their entire band. One peeks his head out before hastily ducking back. There is murmuring and another peak from other side. When she hears scribbling on the paper and sees few more heads awkwardly peak. One of the Sons waves awkwardly.

[thevoidscreams]

If you're still taking requests, I have one you might like. Primarchs admitting to their new wives that they've never had sex before. Let's see the boys and nervous virgins >:3c

Day four of Mating Press March

I'm picking Vulkan, Sanguinius, Magnus, and Ferrus for this. I hope that selection pleases.

Warnings for mentions of first times sex and blushy primarchs

Paring: primarchs x reader

"So, I'm all yours now. How would you like to have me?" You asked, smiling lovingly up at your towering husband.

Vulkan:

He swallowed hard as you crawled up his body to rest on his chest. He averted his firey red gaze, embarrassed by what he had to tell you.

"I..well I am unsure." He told you.

"Wait, have you never..?" You let the question hang in the air unfinished. Letting him decide if he wanted to finish it.

"I have not been with another, no. It was not for lack of interest, especially with you, my flame." He sighed. "But there was never a good time or opportunity. And as I grew and I became responsible for my sons." He voice trailed off and your hands cupped his cheeks. You were only a bit surprised by this. He was such a busy man.

"Well then, I would happily be your first." You kissed his nose and he wrapped his arms around you.

"Thank you. I would have you be my first and only one, though."

Your heart melted faster than a snowball on Nocturn. "Well, duh. I'm your wife now. I'd sure hope I'd be your only." His smile could have lit up half of Nostromos for how brilliant it was.

"How right you are, my flame. Please, will you guide me. I do not wish you hurt you, especially not on the night of our wedding." He appealed, and you were happy to oblige. How could you not for your beloved lord of drakes.

Sanguinius:

He turned away as you asked him. He was trying to figure out how to answer without leaving you hanging.

You hardly noticed as your angel looked so perfect as he shed his armor for you for the first time. He'd look nothing short of divine in his ceremonial armor. You could hardly pull your eyes away from him.

The celebration after had also been an absolute pleasure, and many of your new 'sons' had come to congratulate you and Sanguinius on your nuptials.

Your eyes trailed up his sculpted naked form. He was perfect. As much as any person could be, you thought. But your eyes stopped on his face. He looked distracted and even nervous.

Your hand reached for his taking it and holding it close to your chest. "What troubles you, my angel?"

He took a deep breath, his cheeks reddening as he searched for the words. "I am.." He took a moment before continuing. "I am well versed in many things. But this is not one of them, my dove."

He kneeled on the bed, still a good deal taller than you. "Well, I don't have much experience either. But between the two of us, I am sure we can combine what we know to figure it out." You offered sweetly.

Sanguinius swallowed down his nervousness. His eyes trailing over your form and the bridal lingerie you'd chosen for the evening 'conclusion'. And he felt excitement flowing through his veins. A hunger like he'd never had before.

He raised your hand to his lips, placing a kiss on them. "What I mean to say, my dove, is that I've never.. I've never been with anyone in this way."

The realization dawned on you and you felt a bit silly.

"Well, if you want, I take what little I know, and we can work it out as we go."

He nodded. "Yes, I would like that very much. Thank you." You opened your arms to him, and he hugged you close. Wrapping you up in his wings.

It didn't take you all night to figure it out. Sanguinius was a quick learner, and you were more than ready to take a trip to heaven with your angel.

Magnus:

You set your brush aside and ran your fingers through Magnus’s bountiful red locks. "There, all smooth and brushed."

A bath had been quite necessary after your wedding. After you and your newly we'd husband had been the target of piece of cake, courtesy of his brother Leman. But it'd all been in good fun and your dress wasn't ruined, which you were grateful for.

Magnus sighed and turned to face you. His single eye shone brighter as he saw you. "Thank you it is always better when you brush it."

"You cupped his cheeks as you slid into his lap. He was smaller than he'd been earlier, just a bit larger than the average human man. At least it would make things a bit easier. His lips met yours, pouring as much love as he could into the gesture. You melted against him. Delighting in your first proper kiss since the ceremony.

Several minutes passed in that sense of bliss until you had to pull away for a breath, your face flushed, and you bit your lip. Quietly, you asked him, excited to consummate your marriage. Magnus also flushed, but unlike you, his blush seemed to be one of embarrassment.

He rested his chin atop your head and hugged you. His twin hearts beating faster.

"I-I do not know." He stammered.

You pulled away quickly, looking up at his face, and saw a deep sense of uncertainty.

"I'm sorry, I mean, we don't have to if you're not interested. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Magnus quickly took your face in his large hands and gasped out an urgent but sincere "No."

That gave you pause, and you felt confused. "No?"

"What I meant," Magnus quickly amended, "is I don't know what I would like."

Still you were partly confused as you tried to piece things together in your mind. "We've talked about some things in the past. Things involving bedroom activities."

You felt stumped as your large and immensely powerful husband fidgeted.

"Magnus, please just tell me what's up."

He looked down at you and felt as well as saw the shift in your aura from arousal and excitement to worry and fear. His hearts clenched, knowing he'd caused you those feelings, and he figured if he couldn't put his pride aside for you, then he wasn't worthy of calling himself your husband.

"I'm a virgin." He blurted out. You looked at him dumbfounded. "My knowledge of sex has been, up till now, purely academic. And I was worried to tell you because I did not want you to think lesser or incapable."

Your opinion of him really did matter yo Jim more than he cared to admit. He was startled when a light chuckle broke from your lips.

"Oh Maggy, no, why would I ever think less of you for that? I mean, I am a bit surprised, though." He wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed his cheek.

"Why would you be surprised? I'm not like most men after all."

You gave him a shrug. "Exactly. I mean, look at you. You're the most amazingly beautiful man I've ever seen, and you're smart on top of that. You're incredible. I'm shocked you haven't, up until now."

Magnus smiled and nuzzled his nose against yours. "Maybe I was just waiting for my perfect match."

You felt warmth surge in your chest and sighed. "Would you like to just start slow and see where that takes us?"

Magnus nodded, pulling the ties holding your robe in place until he could slip it off. "Yes, I would like that very much."

Ferrus:

The bathroom door creaked open softly as Ferrus stepped out, garbed in nothing but a towel. He'd insisted on rinsing away the sweat of the day so he could be fresh for you before you spent your first night together as husband and wife.

In truth, Ferrus was gathering himself. Collecting his thoughts and trying to calm his pounding hearts. He saw you laid out on the bed and was uncharacteristically uncertain. His gleaming metallic hands held the towel even more firmly. You were a vision, the women he loved and the one he wished to bear his blooded sons.

Stepping up to the bed, Ferrus watched you raise your hands to invite him to join you. Your voice carried up to him, saccharine and warm.

"There is something I must confess." He admitted m, not allowing himself to hide the truth any longer.

His normally pale cheeks colored ever so slightly.

"What is it?" You asked. Ferrus sat on the edge of the bed.

"I have never been intimate with anyone before. I have had opportunities in the past. But I did not."

You took his words in and nodded. Not so much surprised but curious you asked. "Why not?"

Ferrus met your eyes and lifted one hand to tilt your chin up, his fingers so big compared to yours, and you placed a hand on his wrist.

"I have never wanted to before. You are the only one I have ever found to make me feel otherwise."

Your lips curled up in a gentle smile. "You're the only one I want to be with as well."

Ferrus nodded, and a rare ghost of a smile graced his lips.

"I will do my best to be as gentle as I can."

"I know. I trust you, and we'll figure this out together." You freed your chin from his hand and crawled into his lap to kiss him.

His lips were bigger than yours, but you made it work. And you would always make it work. Because he was worth it.

[aqua-the-smiter]

@kit-williams @egrets-not-regrets Alright kids, ask and ye shall receive. NSFW under the cut Breeding kink, semi-public sex, ruining Roboute's hardwood table Lion El'Johnson x female reader. Getting down and dirty with you on one of his brother's library tables. How rude. Divider by the lovely @squishyowl

"What is someone catches us?" You whine quietly, trying to keep your voice down.

"They won't if you're quiet." Lion reassured you from between your legs with a purr, before shoving his tongue back between them

He was eating you out like a tiger licking the meat off a bone while you were spread like a banquet over a table in one of Roboute Guilliman's numerous libraries. And judging by the little noises he was making, thoroughly enjoying himself. Thankfully, Guilliman, Horus, Lorgar, and Vulkan were all chattering away in another room.

Not that you weren't either, if your issues with volume were anything to go by.

His behavior still caught you off guard sometimes. He had been so proper when he was courting you. So...chivalrous. It sounded silly, but that was truly the best word you could use for it. Chivalrous.

Maybe it was because you were a knight pilot. Your family's history with the machines went back millennia, and you were damn proud of it too. That might of been it. He had wanted you to see him as a gentleman while he tried to win your heart (and you his, truth be told), so he treated you like a lady. It looked good in front of your family too. Your father was a wonderful man, but you had been his only daughter in a sea of sons.

Lion hadn't been anything other than perfectly respectful, to both your family and you. Whenever the two of you met up he would get on one knee and kiss the back of your hand in greeting. He did his best to kneel down whenever you spoke to him as well. He would always walk you back home after an outing, and never pushed you for anything more than kissing while you were still dating.

Although he had been more than pleased to finally have you on your wedding night. And on one of his brother's tables.

He was no knight now, that's for sure. You could feel his tongue slithering between your legs, licking and pressing at just the right spot underneath all the folds to have you cumming over and over again. Like he was holding down a button inside of you. Leaving you and overstimulated, quivering mess, and him lapping up your fluids like a cat with stolen cream.

Then his tongue was abruptly replaced with something rather bigger, and it took all your willpower not to squeal.

You wrapped your thighs around his hips as he sheathed himself fully in your, stretching you open with his huge cock. You were more than wet enough to make up for any lack of lubrication on his end. Before you'd gotten with him you had seen some of the other Primarchs with their wives and wondered how in the world they bedded their husbands. What you didn't expect was getting your answer first hand.

With great enthusiasm.

Lion leaned over you, nestling his face between your neck and shoulder. Sinking his teeth into the tender flesh there. Your legs tightened around his hips, yours bucking up to meet his thrusts as he hilted himself in your slick cunt again.

You almost enjoyed the thought of someone catching you. Seeing how good Lion fucked you. How a primarch took his bride. "It's about time-" He whispered in your ear again. Holding your hips in a vice to his while he filled you up with his seed. "-that we started making cubs anyway."

"No time like the present?" You managed to slur out.

"Exactly."

[mothiir]

So today I learned about the supposed court of love, where Eleanor of Aquitaine and her ladies in waiting offered advice to knights seeking help with their love lives.

the natural evolution of this: the wives of the various primarchs giving advice to their adopted sons and nephews. Sometimes it’s adorable, like coaxing a salamander through proposing. Sometimes it’s awful, like trying to explain the concept of consent to Sevatar, or any conversation ever with the lion.