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imagine this if you will, your the most unfortunate serf in the world and you just tripped into the bathing pool of calgar and guilliman and now you’re squished between the two hottest men in the galaxy (and their fat tits) (excuse my vulgarity, i am inspired)
The bathhouse floor is unfortunately slippery even the most dexterous of serfs would have difficulties let alone you! Thank goodness your Lords were there to catch you or else you may have drowned in the water.
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in angel exterminatus, fulgrim shows up on the planet hydra cordatus to link up with his boy perturabo. he tells perturabo that he has to tell him about something, but needs the iron warriors to build him a giant amphitheater in order for him to do so. they build him the amphitheater and he comes out wearing heels made out of living slaves, crushing them underfoot, absolutely mogging everyone. he tells perturabo about this cool thing he found and says their legions need to team up and go check it out. after all of this, he is still vague. a raven guard sniper shoots him in the head at some point. this sequence didnt need to be several pages long. youd think a 40k novel would discard the frivolous shit and focus squarely on the bit about fulgrim getting shot at a gathering. but it doesn't, because all of the bloat in horus heresy novels is variable levels of describing fulgrims outfit
and this is like, every 30k/40k book. for all people complain and whine and bitch about bolter porn I wish even 1/3 of 40k books were that interesting. really it is just transhumans standing around having a kiki and at the end they shoot some guys. maddening hobby to have I tell you
20. “I just want to show you how much I love you...”
"It's fine! You just need to jump!"
You looked down. It was a jump high enough for a neck to be broken and to be paralyzed or dead.
You took another step back, murmurs from his sons that were watching the scene.
"It's too early..." spoked Raldoron. "Maybe we can take smaller jump?"
"No." Said with certantly the Angel. "She can do it. It's in her blood."
He moved just belowe the platform, his arms and wings wide open, looking at you like looking at a star.
"My dear, I swear to you it will be fine!"
"N-no! It's too high!"
"I swear, I'll be here to catch you!"
"I can't! I said I can't! I'll die!"
"You won't! Never under my gaze! Here!"
You looked down, to his gentle smile and his loving arms. You gulped, you didn't know where you found the strength but you took a step forward to the edge, a gulf of air touched your face and some feathers.
You trembled, the human side of you screaming to get back and to gave up! And the side that gaved you wings begged you to gave it a chance, to gave HIM a chance.
You close you eyes,you holded your breath and took another step forward and the platform was gone.
Gasp and curses, boots that moved and a fast and erratic move of wings.
You flapped your wing with all you got, the fast air moved against you and cutted your face, you were fast too fast!
You wanted to stop and beg, instead you kept on fighting the pressure, the strenght of the air, the fall!
And then you felt...slow down, slightly, easily, each clap gaved a jump and a bump in the air.
And then arms, his arms.
Sanguinius holded you with a smile that could had outshined the sun and when yoi opened your eyes he was there for you, in excitement and pride.
"I...I did it?"
"You did! It was a start and you did it!"
You looked around, the blood angels clapping in a shared moment of happiness. The most courageous ones screamed and complimented you, all while you still trembled in his arms.
"I...I DID!" You finally exhaled, hugging your prince back.
You did it. You flied.
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You were completely passed out, exhausted to the point that in the instant you touched the bed you were already fast asleep.
He had to gently stop the serf to wake you up to prepare you for the night, the image of your sleeping form, with your wings covering you up like a soft blanket, it was just too precious to ruin it. He would had allowed it, today it was a spacial day.
He had grown to love how you sleeped, the way your lips moved, how you stirred in your sleeps, the small sigh you made, all was just too adorable. You had troubles in sleeping on your back, he planned to explain to you how to fix the pillows and the covers and how to move your wings so you won't damage the feathers.
You were lucky in a certain way, he had to learn everything by himself. Sleeping, how to clean his wings, how to fly... Everbody mistaken that the idea that he had just started to fly all of a sudden, no one knew about the terrifying fall he had done in the sand. Only you could understand that...
His hand caressed your head, a smile grow on his lips when he remembered the first time you opened them and saw him.
Confused, afraid, shocked...embarassed...everything was moving behind your eyes and he knew that it was absolutely normal. After all, it wasn't an everyday thing to wake up and found yourself in the bed of one of the Primarchs! Especially the one that you had admired and loved.
He giggled remembering how embarassed you looked when he mentioned your book, the tome full of image of him, newspaper clippings, posters and everything that could have been even the slightest mention of him. You looked like a child found stealing, but he was everything but embarassed!
"...You...You don't...mind?"
"No! No no! On the contrary! I'm quite flattered! Yet, you must know everything about me but I know so little about you!"
Your start was akward, attentive, trying everything to not make a bad impression on the man you had always admired and he loved it. And he was fighting with every inchbof his strenght to not fall on his knees and confess his total devotion, about his visions of your future together, about his love for a creature that he had merely knew.
He disbtold the truth, he confessed about his power, that he had searched for you!... He had just omitted the part that would had showed the beast in your eyes.
He was orrified when he had saw how your poor back has been reduced, the amount of scarring tissue that overlapped and your flesh wounds. He wanted to blame someone, but he couldn't blame the love of a family when they do what they can to protect each other. Humans weren't so accepting on mutants, they revered him because he was the son of the Emperor, but you? A nobody could had never been accepted. He didn't blamed them...
The apothecaries believed that they could remove the scars and substitute it implant, trying to gave it a new look to be less damaged. They also believed that, aftervyour description, your wings were practically untouched.
...ah...his sons...
He had his fears. He was worried about how his sons would take your presence between them at his side, of they would accept you or hunt you down fearing for his safety.
He made sure that his trusted sons would meet you firstly: to Raldoron, that looked at you and glimpsed a kind smile, and to his Sanguinary guards, that immediately shared the one objective to defend you as they would defend their father. Azkaellon was...an hard choice, his devotion to him was clearly an obstacle for your union.
He presented you to his legion with the help of the veterans that had planted the seeds and the questions in their younger brother, especially because he needed time. He wanted you to appear like the angel he knew you were,like you were meant to belong with them,with your wings fully grown and ready to soar.
How adorable you were while you were crying those happy tears, surrounded by the salutations of his sons and their desire to meet you. Throne, even Azkaellon had grown to like you, maling sure that none of his brother would take too much of your time.
His hand grazed your soft feather , admiring how radiant you were. White as snow as him, yet they reached a soft peachy tone to the end, the color of the sky if Baal when the sun star to set on the horizon. Even there you were meant to be at his side.
You stirred in your sleep, like feeling his love and adoration radiating through him. Were you dream of him? Of your life together? Of what the future waited for you? Your lips parted, a small sigh, a whisper in your throat and the words came out!
".....un....cl...e..."
....Oh....You were still remembering them?
His hand flinched,he closed it trying to control it but the tremor became more visible.
My lord, we are surprised and flattered by your presence in our humble home. But you are asking too much for us!
He had to sit down, a hand on his forehead, trying to make those moments lock again in the back of his mind.
We would need those money, yes, but...it's what is left of my sister! I cannot part with her!
He coughed, he immediately darted to the amphora filled soth wine. He took a good gulp, ignoring the goblets and staining his vests with some drops of the red liquid.
She's like a daughter to me, to us. We will not just...sell her! I'm sorry, please, be understandable...
He understood that he just wanted to have you, to free you from those painfull sessions, to allowing you to be free! And what have they done in all that time?! Holding you down, cutting, scrapping down, forcing yoi to behave.
...No, no no they had no other choice. Other would had killed you, they did what they could...
They could had just let you go, allowing him to make their life easy! They were proud and far too kind to just sell you, to do what everyone would have done and forget about you.
It was a necessary evil...one that painfully hurted you.
When you asked about your family, where they were, if you could talk to them...
"We couldn't save them...some burglars,riders maybe...when we arrive they were already..."
He lied, he holded you when you cried for his lies, allowing the murder of your family to embrace you and console you.
He celebrated a small ceremony, somwthing that would allow you to say goodbye, one to allow him to beg forgiveness for what he had done.
"It was for the best...yes, it was gor the best...they would let you stay in that room to suffer...yes, they were guilty just as me..."
He whispered to himself, trying to believe his own lies. He turned to you, to your sleeping form , the one creature that was worth enough to condamn him to damnation.
“I just want to show you how much I love you... to show to the hole world that our love can be real..."
He said, feeling the tears starting to cross his perfect cheeks.
🦎🔥🌋 Shao'tar Dan! Salamander Sergeant of The 5th Company!
This is @frightzi 's big brother Sargent of mighty Drake Hunters, a Very tall and Very grumpy primaris that SOMEHOW keeps his brothers alive while they run towards bulding sized danger.
The 5th Company is known for being giant killers, destroyers of colossal beasts and nightmares from the warp and xenos alike.
They are ALSO known for having a strangely large number of Dreadnaughts... Wonder why... Nothing to do with running around massive Daemons and Nids all day.
These are 100% digital 2625x3500 pieces, fully created and captured in Ibispaint X and idealized with his creator's help, references and input, also used the standart Salamander JoyToy for the Mark X armour. Lots of Fire and smoke references, even If I ended up not adding The smoke at the end.
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ok so!!! i really liked the "primarch rescuing their kidnapped spouse," and then i had a thought: what if THEY were kidnapped (and tortured) and YOU helped rescue them?
Hey @birdshapedthing apologies for the longest wait!
Well, all of them react with some degree of embarrassment and wounded pride, but it varies and let us see how exactly.
Lion El'Jonson
For Lion, it is a wound to his pride, and one that he is going to take some time to recover from. However, he still praises you and is very grateful for your ingenuity and for the fact that you risked your - much more fragile than his - life to save his. He may not throw you a big celebration, but his quiet acceptance of the fact that you are much stronger than he thought you were will linger in your daily life for years to come.
Fulgrim
Fulgrim is tricky. On one hand, he is elated that you have shown such progress. On the other, he is embarrassed that he has been seen in such a humiliating situation. Honestly, he is off to find some quiet time and may even seclude himself from you after the rescue. But once it is done, he will come up with some way to show his appreciation. And worry not, it will be as perfect as it could possibly be.
Perturabo
Perturabo is probably the worst of them. He already perceives the kidnapping and torture attempt as a huge slight against him, and having you save him, no matter how valiant you are, is simply adding insult to injury. He will be grumpy, not even thankful, at least for the first few days. After that, he will reluctantly say that yes, you did an admirable job of saving him.
Jaghatai Khan
Khan laughs. He always knew you possessed a fighter's spirit, but now he has a chance to bear witness to it. And what a spectacle it is. You are a fury reborn, crushing those who dared to cage him and taking no prisoners. He will make sure to write about your valor once the danger has passed, after he has rushed you away, of course.
Leman Russ
Leman's pride is hurt, but seeing you charging in, probably leading a band of his sons, just makes him love you more. Truly, you are a soul that completes his own. After the battle - short and bloody - the first thing he does is pepper you with kisses and sing praises. And after that, there will be a feast of feast on Fenris - all in your honor.
Rogal Dorn
Dorn's bastion has been breached, and he has been taken hostage. Moreover, he is a torture victim. So when he sees his sons, led by you, breaking through the wall that he knew was structurally unsound, he smiles. Even with his bruised face, he smiles. He taught you well, and now you are about to show his captors exactly why good fortifications are of the utmost importance.
Konrad Curze
Konrad is pissed. Not at you, but at the situation and at himself. Once he sees you, he barks at you to release him so he can have his fill of blood and flesh. If you ignore him, he will sulk for days afterward. But he will still bring you something questionable as a present. If you do let him loose, well, you will know exactly who you just freed.
Sanguinius
The first part of saving the great angel is reining his sons in because they are ready to charge without a plan or care. The second part is reining them in once again when you breach the inner chamber and see Sanguinius beaten and bruised. Yet you manage both tasks admirably. And now you have your angel lying in bed, ready to be taken care of by you. Did he foresee it?
Ferrus Manus
Holding Gorgon down is not an easy feat. Beating him up is even harder. He does not give his assailants a moment of peace, and that gives you an opportunity to strike from behind. Everything is over in an instant, and then he finally breaks free and stops because he sees you. In that moment, he is weaker than he was before. Your flesh was stronger than his steel.
Angron
For Angron, being a captive is another layer of cruelty. It brings him back to a situation he thought he had escaped long ago, but now he is back where he was, exactly as helpless as before. Then he sees you charging in to save him. For the moment, everything goes quiet. And next he sees you dealing with everything in the room. The world is full of sounds and lights again, but they shine upon you and you alone.
Roboute Guilliman
For once, there were no contingency plans for Roboute, so he was captured. However, despite the lack of a contingency plan, you charged in like a cavalry officer with his sons, quickly dispatching his assailants. Well, apparently everyone in the room needed to learn that underestimating you is a bad idea, including Roboute himself.
Mortarion
While Mortarion does not take well to being captured, he knows he can endure. No matter what they throw at him, his foster father has probably done much worse. Yet he is surprised to see the room filling with a gas he knows he can tolerate but others cannot. Once all the assailants are on the floor, the door opens and you step in. He can tell it is you even with the mask. Just look at you, using his methods. Truly, you are his match.
Magnus the Red
Holding Magnus captive is more of a psychic than a physical task. So they surround him with Blanks, which causes him great pain, but they did not count on you bringing a big old hammer to this fight. After all, magic is magic, but ten pounds of metal to the face is still ten pounds of metal to the face. After the daring, if somewhat rudimentary, rescue, you will have the great honor of taking care of your Red King and hearing his slightly feverish words of thanks directed toward you and you alone.
Horus Lupercal
Horus is beyond embarrassed at seeing you and the Mournival charging in to save him, yet it still fills him with pride. Yes, you are truly worthy of him. He will, however, try never to mention that. At least not in public. In private, that is an entirely different matter.
Lorgar Aurelian
Lorgar is humbled and inspired. This is proof that you truly are a saint sent into his life to light the way and always support him. Dear one, once you dispatch those miscreants, he will be sure to fall to his knees and whisper words of vehement prayer toward you, despite this being neither the time nor the place. But even if you manage to avoid the worship in the moment, prepare for it to happen at the altar once the two of you are safely out of here.
Vulkan
Vulkan is beyond worried. Even beaten and tortured to the point of near death, he is worried that you are going to be hurt. And that alone gives him the strength to break free and absolutely decimate everyone in the room, all to ensure that you do not get hurt.
Corvus Corax
The fact that someone managed to get ahold of Corvus, let alone capture him, is bewildering. But they may have captured the shadow, yet they are not as good at hiding it, because you and his sons were able to find him within a matter of days and are now planning the stealthy rescue operation. The kidnappers will not know what hit them, but Corvus will always know that it was you who saved him.
Alpharius Omegon
How someone managed to get ahold of either Alpharius or Omegon is a mystery. But if someone got hold of the two of them, that would be a miracle. What is less of a miracle is that you are arriving as a cavalry force with a dozen lookalikes, each claiming to be the real one. So now the kidnapper is confused, and you have the element of surprise. Do not waste it, because then you will be handsomely rewarded, after the rescue mission, of course.
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“Is something on your mind?” you ask him one evening “Whatever it is you know that you can tell me, right?”
Something was on Guillimans mind. You could feel it. Physically he was there but while his head rested against your chest he made no sound. Meeting at the lagoon had been his idea. He had found the secret unoccupied spot where you could rest with him with no need to swim up into the open sea and no risk of confrontation with the others since his massive frame was easily spotted despite the good camouflage. Days were spend talking, holding each other and fishing together. In this place you could be you and Roboute could just be Roboute. Whatever was on his mind though didn’t leave him alone and neither did it you.
“I did some readings and came across some records of humans doing certain intimate acts with their mouths on each other.” he said measuring every word. “We have not done it when we last coupled. I would not wish to left you feel wanting.”
From the very beginning you knew that your relationship would be unconventional. Different bodies, different cultures, different species. You were so different from each other but Guilliman made an effort to bridge the gap and find a way to coexist without having one party to change beyond recognition. So far it had worked well but the more he learned the more questions arose in him along with new expectations.
“It’s not something that is necessarily required, my love.” you start as you gently caress his cheek “It’s more like a nicety. You do it because you like it, not because you need to do it.”
“But you would like it?” he clarified and he seemed almost eager for the answer to be positive.
“I would but like I said you dont need to do it if you dont like it. I would never want you to feel force especially if it’s not something you do to each other.”
"If I dont try it, I will not know if I like it or not. To assume I wouldnt enjoy it before I’ve had the chance to see it for myself would be a faulty logic." and how could you argue with that. Guilliman had already made up his mind before he had even approached you.
“Well how can I argue with that?”
As soon as you agreed he tried to go in for a kiss but you pushed him away gently, an idea already forming in your mind. “Let me get my clothes off first.” and obediently he let go of you. In his mind he could pretty much do it for you. Ever since your first time together he had made himself acquainted with human clothing and no button or stubborn zipper would hinder him but if you insisted to do it yourself then he would let you to it.
How glad he was that he did.
The moment you stood up you started to undo your clothes with teasing slowness, putting on a show just for him. A working glove here, a shirt there, pulling it over your head and making sure to give your back a subtle arch, your pants were brushed off with ease and soon after came your panties.
You could tell he was excited. In moments like these Guilliman reminded you more of a predator, dropping the illusion that he was a human like you. His pupils were reduced to slits, his tail moving in the water restlessly, muscles coiled with strength that surpassed your own tenfold. His sharp claws that could tear through flesh and bone extended, leaving marks on the sand. And all his attention was on you.
You stripped off the last piece of clothing, letting it fall beside you and allowing him a clear view and his body that was more than twice your length flexed every muscle. No matter how often he saw it, he never grew tired of the sight of you and as soon as you were within reach he grabbed your wrist pulling you closer to his level, making you settle below him. He kissed your lips, putting a hand on the nape of your neck to breach the distance. All that was left on you was jewelry and the bracelet on your arm that he had given you and that matched the one on his arm. A sign that you were his and he was yours.
You settled on the sand, thighs open so he would have better access and Guilliman did not hesitate to crawl in between them. For a moment he hesitated, unsure how to approach this new battlefield and no doubt his mind ran a dozen theoreticals and practicals before he finally settled on a kiss along your inner thigh. The goosebumps that appeared on your body were enough for him to know you liked it. Human bodies were strange but also easy to read when you knew what to look for and Roboute put your legs over his shoulder, kissing you again and again, closer to your core. He build up the anticipation, teasing you like you had teased him by removing your garments one by one.
He would have to admit having your sex so close to his face was much different than being in you but Roboute was a fast learner and would figure it out how to best please you. His tongue was slow, licking up and down while he sucked at you, searching for the angles that would make you thighs tense up and squirm under him while being mindful of his teeth. The last thing he wanted was to injure you. He chased the sweet sound that you made, every gasp, every small moan that told him more than a thousand words.
His rhythm was steady, his tongue circling your pearl relentlessly, sometimes entering your body experimentally before returning to his efforts. His lips easily wrapped around your clit and sucking on it. You were in heaven and it hardly bothered you when his claws started to leave small marks on you or the hint of teeth when he brushed against you. All that mattered was him between your legs and the delightful sounds you were making and your hand tangling with his short hair was the least of his problems.
And finally his persistence was rewarded.
“Don’t stop…just like that..” you said desperate, chasing that high and it was all he needed to know that he found the perfect key to your pleasure, keeping up the pace till the very end.
Guilliman felt your hand tightening in his hair, pushing him closer while your back arched off the sand. Something warm hit his tongue and he kept up the rhythm through your orgasm. Only when he felt your body relaxing did he retreat and pull away. For a moment he concentrated on your taste, moving it around in his tongue, trying to decipher all the notes and catalog it like he would do with any other substance but it was overshadowed when he looked up. Seeing your chest rise with deep breaths, your face flushed with the afterglow of your climax made excitement bubble in his chest again and for a moment he drank in every detail before measuring himself. Patience was a virtue and he would do well to maintain it even if he was ready for more and he felt it in his lower body, pressing hard against the sand. Who knew that your arousal could give him such a backlash?
His eyes noticed your bag lying not far away from your clothes and he made a move to crawl in that direction in hopes of finding water in there that you could drink. He would not want for his lover to dry out if such a thing was even possible for a human. But a hand around his arm stopped him making him turn to you again, his eyes flashing down your body quickly before they rested on your face again. There was arousal in your eyes, satisfaction and something he could not yet identify but your words were enough for him to know exactly what was on your mind.
“Want me to return the favor?”
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Illustration for an awesome fic Passerine by slyfoxcub on AO3. I've reread this fic several times already cause it hurts/comforts you so good (mostly comforts). And yet, somehow, I was always sleeping on this particular scene up until it made me cry yesterday.
Sanguinius, who is still a child in this one, desperately tries to come through to Ishidur Ossuros and almost disowns him in a fit of emotions. This causes Ishidur to collapse in grief and pain, and Sanguinius instantly regrets his harsh words and tries to make comfort his hurting son. The scene is beautiful, and I am not doing it justice with my words (hopefully with my art, though)
Below is another version of this work, as I still cannot decide which one I like best. There is also a bloodied version, which probably makes more sence for the scene, as Sanguinius just finished killing those sons who were lost to the Red Thirst, and both of them are kneeling in a pool of blood. I'll maybe post it later
Can also be viewed as a standalone abstract of Sanguinius and the Revenant legion, second version more so than the first probably.
