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kit-williams · 21 days

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Yandere Sanguinius and yandere Ferrus?

I was given Easy mode Primarch and fuckin Soulsborn NG+ Primarch

Ferrus is 100% thanks to @bispecsual because I had literally nothing

Yandere Sanguinius To catch the eye of the angel of Baal was a feat many would dream to have but knowing what you know... you'd hardly wish it upon your worst enemies. He is kind... he is sweet... but there is a wrath that dances just behind his eyes. The gentle coo that leaves his lips as a room is painted red with limbs and viscera and not a drop upon you. Though should blood touch you... it is because the Red angel willed it.

He was certainly kind... he was certainly sweet... he was certainly thoughtful... but there was something few forgot about the Angel.... he always got his mission done... many wish to sing the praises of peaceful compliance... but you've had to bear first hand the utter annihilation... the blood soaked wings... and iron mixing with his blonde hair turning it a blood red, and his skin stained for days from the blood.

You are his gem... his beloved... whom he and his sons cherish and adore! Even if you try to pull away nothing can pull you far away enough from him you always snap back to him because who wants to believe the angelic lord of blood is a monster? No one. Even if he does not hurt you... anyone else is fair game for the Sanguine Lord and his devoted sons... your monstrous step children... no one will save you from this outward fairytale.

Yandere Ferrus His hand runs over the pod as there she has been for over 150 years... Ferrus feels some guilt over what he has done... but she is all he has as he presses his forehead against the glass coffin. She looks so peaceful and so etheral as she just lays there unaware of how the galaxy marches on without her. But Ferrus knows... he is here... he will always be here for her... his hand brushes against the pod.

She is locked away within his secret workshop with plans on how to remove the metal on his arms... he wants to feel that feathery touch she did on his hand just reading his palm, the way the corners of her eyes wrinkle in joy as she tells him that he'll have a long life. He remembers the way her fingers caressed the seam of his arms and it drove Ferrus to the limit.

He had asked her bluntly if she was willing to extend her life... and she had only said if he ordered her too... Ferrus could not force his will on her... even if he could just crush the life out of her... he could order her to live longer... to be with him! WHY was he cursed with her showing up at the START of the Crusade. And he had to meet her... she had to charm him with her humanity.

He remembers how fast her heart was beating as she laid on his bed naked as he allowed himself one concession... he loved her that night... he can still smell her... still hear her pleasured screams as his hips rocked against hers. He couldn't wait to explore her body with his actual hands... its why he injected her as she laid on his bed blissed out and put her where she is now. He worked on it lovingly for her... as for her... the last memories she has was herself under him screaming in that pleasured haze.

He kisses the glass. Smiling to himself as it wouldn't be much longer...

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

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

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corvusspecialartist · 3 months

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Beautiful Caged Bird:

You were an esteemed fighter pilot. You have served the Imperium well, ever since you were inducted in the Imperial Guard years ago. Coming from semi noble birth, this would have been one of the few ways, you could gain glory for your house. Ever since you were young, and on your home planet. You have always enjoyed the flight patterns of hunting birds, and even kept some as cherished pets. You always thought that they were the most perfect predators, just beautiful. Unfortunately, as you grew older, and life taught you a few things… you were wrong. The perfect avian predator that you knew of, was the Lord Primarch Sanguinius.

You were on campaign when you had met… you and your regiment were fighting a wild Eldar Host To be honest, you never truly liked them bastards, but you were the closest thing that was optimal air support that could be done. You were flying high in the air, approaching certain doom. You flew in formation, but soon you both would break. From previous experience, you knew, despite the thought being mere disgust in your mind… that the Eldar had better flying tech.. but no matter. You were only meant as cannon fodder no more, no less.

Then, as the Eldar came, before your eyes, your comrades were shot down in planes, almost as if a group of falcons were feasting on herd of ducks. But, no matter what, you held firm. Gripping the well-worn controls, you bobbed and weaved, avoiding most of the fire from the enemy craft. You knew the cockpit of your plane as if it was new limb. You swooped down noticing a large robot thing… instinctively you patted the plane purring to it. "Lets do this old girl" maybe, this was a way for you to soothe the machine spirit. You went and started to fly down.. applying as many G's as you could handle bumping up the speed into a dive bomb. The robot thing, turned and almost seemed to face you, but you turned your controls over trying to spin it over. It was no matter, you were a certified ace in the field. You had the trophies as proof.

However, things did not go to your plan. The robot thing moved with lighting speed and soon you noticed that you were loosing altitude quickly. You had to eject. After whispering a quick goodbye to the plane, you ejected from the plane. Honestly it pained you…watching as the plane flew and crashed. It gave you some form of pleasure that it landed in the center of the Eldar. Still… you adjusted trying to get your parachute out. Feeling, the blood go towards your head.. you noted that your parachute wasn't working and you felt the heated air as you started to fall and fall… You turned and closed your eyes, hopefully, at least you took some of the bastards with you.

Honestly, you were expecting brief pain, and oblivion until you felt wind and you started to move in a different direction. Nervously you opened your eyes… it was him.. the Great Angel,Lord Sanguinius. He was almost as perfect and even more so in the pictures… but honestly.. him.. just saving you like that… why you? You tried your best to not to look down. However, he was holding you in the crook of his arm, while holding his spear in the other hand. As you looked up at him, he was moving back to try and place you back in your regiment, at least you thought.

Now, you were in a golden gilded cage, screaming your head off and throwing the priceless art and trinkets at Sanguinius. It bounced off of him with almost a contemptuous ease, he seemed to stand there, just absorbing the hit.. almost as if he was he waiting for this latest tantrum to end. You continued to move quickly, just barely out of the reach of the serfs. Truly, you didn't want to be here, you wanted to be out on the field. The stagnant air within the room, the watchful eyes of both man and machine readying the alarm if you stepped out of the chambers. To add insult to injury, you swore that would could hear beautiful rare bird calls, as they flew down and called the sky their own.. like you used to. You walked up the Sanguinius and tried to push your way past him, but he moved to block you, and soon he quickly scooped you up. In that move you struggled and beat down on his back. He started to hum and soothe, moving you back and forth. His voice, it was so sonorous and beautiful…it knocked you out within a minute.

In your dreams, you were flying your plane… and you were just soaring. Until you saw the Sanguinius appear floating in front of the window. Instinctively you turned and tried to avoid him, but he pulled out the spear and sword and chopped the plane apart. Now you were falling and falling, as Sanguinius flew down and caught you. You pushed away and tried to fall back into the ground. You were at peace in the dream, until you woke up, smothered in Sanguinius' wings. It was comfortable but despite them being placed gently, it felt crushing… you felt your heart racing, as you moved in varying directions trying to push them off." Sanguinius, almost as if he were sensing your distress lifted his wing. You let out a sigh of relief, and let out a small welp as he grabbed you and started to preen over you.

He gave a softening grin. "What's wrong darling?… I heard you scream and freak out.. and are you alright?" You opened your mouth, trying to keep your heart rate consistent. But it would be hard to lie to him, since his abilities.. but he promised to not to read your mind. "It was just a nightmare…. my beloved." You gave a wide mouth smile, trying to sell the lie. Maybe you were trying to convince yourself. Sanguinius got up and pointed to a red dress. It was tailor made with hundreds of jewels and it fit your figure well. "We will be going to an event tonight… many dignitaries are coming. Our ship will be landing on the planet soon…" You nodded dumbly, as he got up and left.

As soon as he shut the door… you swore, but then you stopped… maybe… just maybe with Sanguinius being distracted you could escape. And it is not like he would miss you… You got dressed and started to prepare. Soon you would escape.

At the party, the host went and announced the arrival of Lord Sanguinius.. and with a small snide jab. "And his current consort." You gave a polished smile as you stood near barely hip height with him, and to be honest... he looked almost mythical.. his wings were decorated with finely golden strands with rubies inter spaced which made small noises as he walked. He wore a more Baalite fashion style, which many of the party goers tried to imitate. He wore beautiful embroidered robes with silken golden thread. His hair was curled into perfection, and you could even smell rare perfumes and spices that irradiated from him. It seemed to change depending on the light from black to blonde, he was smiling a warmly as you both went to the place of honor. You on the other hand compared to him, dressed very modestly and seemed to a speck of dirt. But, it didn't matter at the moment. It was a crucial moment... Sanguinius would naturally be distracted throughout the whole party.

It would come to pass, when you were rudely shoved aside, as a group of Navigators came by to Sanguinius trying to curry favor. You noticed his face turn into a light frown. But no matter, you gave a gentle grin to the primarch to try and soothe his temper. While, he had the good grace to not indulge his Thirst, he had to tendency of drinking more blood wine when under stress. In the meantime, you slowly moved away to the peripheral from the crowd, but not so far...You had to be careful, for moving in such a way could attract a knife in your back. But your outfit had come with the most finely protection, worthy of a favored consort.

"It is my turn to speak to the Great Angel! You had your chance!" A haughty nasal voice came out of the crowd. Some poor petty nobleman had tried to shout his way over to gain a rare audience of Sanguinius. But, given how contemptuous.. the party would probably begin with a brawl. Shaking you head, you started to run... you were out of practice sure, but you could find a place. You were dressed too nicely to be apart of any Underhive origin , but maybe you can commission a fighter jet to escape.

Hours upon hours had pasted... based on the way that the noises had become more quiet. You were at least leagues away from the party. You have been trying to stay out of the range by taking dark pathways and trying to avoid servants. You sat down to take a brief break... you were tired and feeling very thirsty... you dared to not drink any of the planet's water. But, you need a place to hide, and so you decided to crawl into a large vent, it was dusty.. long abandoned and based on the older stained.. it was used for servitors. Maybe you could take a brief rest.

You were shocked out of your rest as a loud alarm came out of nowhere. It was

' voice... and it filled you with dread.. yet it sounded so sweet and kind, he tried to call your name and try to bribe you out of your hiding spot. Internally, you just couldn't, you were so close... freedom.

Cursing, you thought about not changing your clothing... but just your luck.. a female servant was walking by your hiding spot. Immediately you grabbed her and put her in a headlock. After a good struggle, she was unconscious. Immediately you stripped off the party goer's clothing and replaced it with the servants clothing. It was mostly clean.. but no matter... as long as you kept quiet. You could at least escape.

A large thumping noises, and soon a large horde of noblemen was running down the same hallway all screaming their heads off. One of them went down the same hallway and took a deep breath. He was murmuring about how the Great Angel went mad. Based on the rambling mess, one of the noble ladies had said within earshot that in no certain terms that you had been assassinated, and that "an ugly peasant bitch isn't worthy of the Great Angel's love" Soon he fell silent as the masses ran by... but your heart started to drop... you heard the beating of wings. It was coming your way.

"Where is the nearest ship-port?" you whispered. The partygoers face twisted as if why would a mere serf ask that, before his face started to grin and opened his mouth. Before you could subdue him. "She's over here! " You immediately started to run full sprint. Your throat rubbing in raw... the beating your heart started to increase faster and faster as you heard the frantic wing beats.. only to collapse. No matter, you could at least crawl. Sanguinius appeared in front of you, white feathers falling as he stood, his hair askew and his wings still flapping despite him standing completely still... You started to weep. No... no... why? He picked you up and purred. "My little Bird where did you go?" "You weren't trying to escape? Were you?" You remained quiet. His mouth opened and now you noticed the heavy smell of blood. "WERE YOU?" he let out a shout, which causer your ears to ring. At your wince in pain, his face started to soften as he cradled over to you. "I'm sorry... I thought that you were dead... and I just cannot live without you." He pet your hair giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

That was a year ago.

Currently you were laying in bed, you needed the rest after all... you were preparing. Soon the door opened and your beloved entered the room. He was carrying a tray full of the finest of food, drink and wine. Sitting down he started to stroke your belly. "Have you come up with a name?" You shook your head as you slowly started to eat the food. As if you really didnt have anything to say, you had to keep the rest. You chewed the food and ate it in the fancy way, and even took the supplements! After all, they tended to even you out! You gave Sanguinius a kiss on the cheek and soon he left.

A/N: This (terrible) one shot is a result from the winner of the poll for the poem inspired for "Caged Bird" by Maya Angelou. Read it here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48989/caged-bird

I will try and write out Corvus' one and soon and write out Part 3 of the Party Planning bit. This is my first time attempting to write Yandere Sangy.

#Blood Angels #sanguinius #primarch x reader #yandere primarch x reader

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shiyorin · 1 year

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This is a special request from my friend, the greatest heretic I have ever known ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). And yes, I know this is heresy but I am heretic too ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

Yandere Alphabet Sanguinius

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He'd be so gentle and so soft with how he shows love and affection. He would go out of his way for you, and would do everything in his power to keep you safe and happy. But he also craves touch with you. He constantly is hovering around you, just a bit too close. He always wants to be touching you, whether it be just having his hand in your, or wrapping his wings around you from behind. He constantly offers to help you, to the point of being overbearing. He would constantly be watching you, always trying to be as close to you as he can. But when he finds out someone else has caught your attention... well, just won't do.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Sanguinius isn't messy.... At least on the surface. He'd try to seem well-mannered and decent. He goes to such extreme lengths to keep them to himself that he'd be absolutely messy on the inside. His mind would be so wrapped up in whatever obsessive fantasy of you he'd come up with that he'd be completely unstable.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He'd be very, very gentle to you and would never intentionally hurt you. He would be completely, almost overly affectionate with you, constantly trying to shower you with attention and affection. He definitely wouldn't mock you at all; he's not the type. He wants to treat you as carefully as possible.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

The only thing Sanguinius would do against your will would be holding you captive in the first place. He would be terrified of you leaving him, so he resorts to kidnapping you to keep you. Other than that, though? Sanguinius would be perfectly fine with letting you do whatever you wanted. As long as everything you do is in his sight.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Sanguinius would lay out his heart to you completely. He'd reveal himself to you, but only the good parts. Not the things that he feels make him disgusting. Maybe over time he will show you his dark secrets. He'd be extremely hesitant to do so, but he'd do it on an as needed basis. So, he would only reveal these dark secrets if he absolutely felt like he had to do so to keep you from leaving. Otherwise, he'd keep them to himself. Sanguinius would never allow himself to be perceived as vulnerable, at least not to anybody other than you (but that will be a very long time). He'd want you to always perceive him as strong and as somebody who could keep you safe (and his alone)

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would be sad and angry, but his anger would primarily be directed against himself. He'd be so hard on himself, blaming himself for putting his lover in a position where you would need to fight back against him. It's extremely hypocritical, and he's well-aware of it. But it's the kind of hypocrisy that is forced by his obsession with his love, it's a sort of hypocrisy that he feels he can't escape from. He's not happy to be a victim of his own hypocrisy; he's simply too far in at this point for him to pull back.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He's completely serious about keeping his love. It is most certainly not a game to him. It's something that's been eating him at his soul, honestly. It would break him completely to see you trying to escape. He would be devastated and inconsolable, especially since it would confirm his insecurities that you want out of him. He would be heartbroken, but he would do everything he could to bring you back into his fold.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably the worst experience would be when Sanguinius inevitably falls under the red thirst. At that point, you would probably be in genuine danger. He wouldn't want to hurt you, but the red thirst would drive him to regardless. It's probably the most upsetting experience for the two of you, something that you and him are both extremely scared of.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Sanguinius definitely envisions a peaceful future for himself and his love, an optimistic fantasy that the Imperium of Man is prosperous and the universe safe. He thinks about how they could live in peace and love together forever, with none of the fear from before. He and you would live a peaceful, quiet life on one of his planets. He would try to show his love around as much as possible, and try to show you just how good both of you could have it. Sanguinius would also want you to meet his sons, as they would be a big part of his life. He would want to share that with his love. It's a very impossible picture he's imagining, honestly, but it's something he desperately wants.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He is extremely jealous. It's a very common thing for him to go into a jealous fit every once in a while, and he becomes much more possessive as well. He absolutely lash out, but not that much, he would do so very subtly. He would still remain a gentle, caring person towards you, but you'd feel something is wrong.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He would be gentle, kind, caring, and almost obsessively affectionate with you. He would constantly be reminding you that he'd always be there for you. He'd constantly be watching you, always be staring at you, but he'd also be very gentle with this. He would never hurt you on purpose, and he'd try to hide his possessive and jealous behaviors as much as he can.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He'd probably spend a lot of time watching you from afar for a while, before he eventually approached you with his entire being. He'd be as charismatic as he is possessive, using charisma and charm to bring you closer to himself. He would want to be friendly at first, but also very persistent and almost obsessive in his approaches.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Of course, Sanguinius is an angel, a perfect man with a perfect face and a perfect personality. Even behind closed doors, he'd still be kind and gentle, but his possessive side would absolutely be on full display around the one he's obsessed with.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He's too gentle to punish you, honestly. I think, at most, he'd give some verbal gentle scolding, but he'd never go down the path of physical punishment. In fact, I think if he discovered you were even slightly hurt by anything his obsession had done to you, he'd immediately be completely remorseful and upset.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not many would be taken, honestly. Sanguinius would constantly be trying to smother your sense of individuality into submission, but he'd never do anything too extreme. I think that, at most, he'd constantly take your personal space away. He'd be constantly in your space, stay in extremely close proximity, but he'd never try to completely take away your individual freedom. Not yet.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He's extremely patient. He's aware that he's a bit much, and that his overwhelming displays of affection are a lot to take in at once. He knows this, and is perfectly happy to wait as needed for you to warm up to him. He's okay with the idea of waiting for the person he's obsessed with to come around and love him back. But until then, you won't go anywhere.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If his lover died, I don't think Sanguinius would ever be the same, it could easily tear Sanguinius apart completely. He couldn't move on. And he will even expect his inevitable death to come sooner; If his lover escaped, he would be determined to get you back. He would never abandon his pursuit for you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He would feel extreme guilt about abducting you. This isn't a decision that he would relish making, but he would absolutely do it. He would want to let you go, but his obsessive tendencies would keep him from doing so. He'd hate himself but not enough to let you leave.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He is someone who already had a lot of issues, and the extra baggage from his duties as a Primarch would most certainly have pushed him over the edge. The horrors he saw in his visions, having to constantly watch his brothers betray, his sons die, the Imperium they built from so much blood and tears fell,.... He desires for something constant in his life. With everything so unstable around him, you would become his purpose, his constant comfort, no matter how many times the world around him crumbled to pieces.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He 'd feel very guilty and awful about it. He'd want to comfort you, he'd try to help you recover from whatever he did. But he wouldn't want to admit that he was the cause, it wouldn't make him any less guilty, honestly. He want you to see it as an unfortunate circumstance, rather than him being a monster who had put you in that state.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

I think he'd be exceptionally gentle compared to the typical yandere, he'd try to be as non-threatening as he could, in order to keep you from becoming too paranoid of his obsessive tendencies. He'd be willing to take things slow. And deep down, he'd probably be extremely remorseful for his actions.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His guilt. I think that, rather than trying to fight against his possession, you'd be able to get him to loosen his grip on you by taking advantage of his guilt. It'd take a lot to get him to deeply regret his possession. It would take a large amount of guilt for him to come to the realization that he'd done a lot of horribly wrong. And then maybe… Maybe he will deeply regret it and will let you go. But it won't be for long. He would snap and realize he'd just lost something really precious to him. It'd be a horrible feeling, and he'd inevitably come after you and not let you go again.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Absolutely no. He'd never intentionally hurt you. But he'd probably end up hurting your emotions deeply and unintentionally. And he'd never realize just how he'd wounded you this way.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He'd revere and worship you exceptionally. He'd go to any and all lengths to sway you over to him, no matter how extreme those lengths happen to be. He'd go through an excruciating amount of pain if that's what it took to win your love.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He'd pine for you for as long as it took. No matter how long it took, he'd wait, and he'd pine. The longer you took to love him back, the more obsessed he'd become. But he'd always be willing to wait for you to return to him.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Absolutely. He would absolutely break you, but he'd do things gradually and gently. He would never do anything suddenly or with sudden violence. He would always take his time to break you, so that it's like being put into a pot of water that's being slowly brought to a boil.

#warhammer 40k #wh40crack.#tw: yandere #cw: yandere #sanguinius #primarch x reader #reader insert #yandere au #shiyorin's writer #romantic stuff in 40k #actually i don't think it's romantic

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whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon · 2 years

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hey in the yan sanguinius regards, what if, through his obssession, his darling gives him that extra boost to actually kill horus and put an end to the civil war, however said boost came to a price, it made him evem more obessed with his darling when his darling died of old age, Sanguinius got into a depression so severe he almost died of sadness, until he saw someone who looked too much like his darling. will post the other part in another ask.

Black Sadness. Oh wow. This is pretty dope, anon. Dope and sad. Poor birb.

#wh40crack.#yandere!primarch x reader #sanguinius x reader #primarch x reader

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moodymisty · 1 month

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The words “blood hungry Sanguinius” in your announcement post activated all of my neurons at once. Anyway request time, lemme lay the scene. Sanguinius is in an established relationship, she’s a diplomat or his seneschal, somebody of great importance to him both personally and professionally. The planet they’re currently Crusading™ has put up enough of a fight to be troublesome but peace talks are finally happening, which our dear angel’s beloved is the head of. Except not everybody wants peace. Sanguinius has been waging war on this planet, not everybody is gonna be a fan but people also aren’t stupid enough to just pick a direct fight with the 10ft tall dude who could chuck a spear into space. So they aim smaller, where they know it’ll still hurt. An assassination attempt is made on his beloved. It fails, mind you, but it was too close for comfort. She was hurt and suddenly the great angel isn’t feeling so angelic. He wants cathartic visceral payback and his sons couldn’t agree more. Now that kind of adrenaline-fueled murder rampage will get anybody’s blood pumping so once he gets back he’s headed straight for their room. Obviously he’s relieved that she’s fine, patched up and everything at this point but she still smells like blood and sweat and he just desperately needs to know she’s okay. Needs to hear her voice crying out for him rather than in pain, feel her pulse against his lips. Needs to lick the blood off her. It’s precious after all, he’d hate for it to go to waste (and crucially of course he has to erase the traces of that attack, only he is allowed to draw blood from his beloved, nobody else gets to do that and live)

Do with these brain worms what you will, Misty. Go nuts ❤️

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author’s note: Thank you for the fucking FOOD, friend. I hope you enjoy it, I tweaked a tiny bit just to make it flow better in my head because it was going to keep getting longer if I didn’t stop send help

Relationships: Sanguinius/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, semi-graphic depictions of violence in the beginning, Blood drinking/licking/vampirey stuff, fingering, If you squinted you could consider this dubious consent because making out after a near death experience probably isn’t the best trauma response but it’s 40k so whatever, Slightly Yandere Sanguinus also to be honest

Sanguinus lets his perfect veneer fade for a moment, as he drifts off into thought. Tactical planning and logistics fade into the background, but Sanguinus can still comprehend it all and join back in a moment without anyone noticing.

She’s asleep right now, oh how I wish I could join her.

After a tense few weeks of failed diplomacy and eventual war, you needed rest; While Sanguinus needs such a thing much more rarely, he still wishes to join you. This whole debacle has been little more than aggravating to him.

While he is used to waging war like this, he knows you took this failed diplomacy as a failure for yourself. You’re still new to this, he knows it’ll fade with time but he wishes he could at least comfort you for a little while.

Though, this whole crusade has been less than what you all expected. Fierce electrical storms have made teleporting or even using Thunderhawks or smaller landers from the Red Tear to planet-side dangerous, so they’ve set up temporary base on solid ground while the war effort continues.

He hates the feeling of it; The nature of it being less secure. He knows you’re surrounded by Astartes, but these walls are old and they don’t know the landscape, or if this old fortress has anywhere to hide. This isn't their home territory, the safety of the cold, metal walls of the Red Tear and it's sister ship-

The door suddenly barges open, and in rush two blood Angels who's armor screeches as they freeze to a halt. It manages to startle Sanguinius somewhat, as his wings shift close to his body.

“Lord Sanguinus! Someone is attacking Our Lady!”

The sentence brings him to high alert even before they finish speaking and he’s already pushing past them to make his way towards you. He barely even notices the title they used for you, one that has only been said a handful of times as they slowly became used to your presence beside him.

Sanguinus is out of his armor at the moment, a rare time for him to stretch his wings and back after being in it for nearly a week straight, and the lessened weight makes his strides even faster as he races to you. His wings are tight to his body to avoid hitting anything or catching drag, and he hears the sound of bolters and ceramite plates crashing into weaker armor. He had them guarding the room at all hours, and as such was able to get alerted to the assassins- he assumes by their dark regalia and deftness- instantly.

“I want at least one alive! I want to know how they got past our perimeter!”

The first intruder he catches sight of has their shoulder blown away by a bolter shell before they could comprehend Sanguinus’ orders, and the second gets grabbed by an Astartes and yells in pain at the audible crack of bone. The third Sanguinus notices behind him and he batters him with the end of his wing, and an Astartes manages to obtain him by grabbing his neck. No matter how skilled they were, they stand absolutely no match to his sons. Even their advantage of surprise offered them nothing in the end.

Sanguinius eventually snags the last one and hands the wretch to his sons, and the lot are carried away.

They might be alive now, but once Sanguinus gets what he wants from them, they’ll wish they weren’t. Especially after he looks towards you.

Your sitting on the floor leaned against the wall, arms tight to yourself. He can see your thin nightdress is stained with blood at the neckline, and your arms also have small bits of blood. Your cheek has a small gash that’s growing a bruise around it, like it’s from a punch or slap.

You have an Astartes combat knife in your hands, blood soaking the blade. He knows you put up a fight despite the odds. It was probably you that alerted his sons.

He can hear them communicating amongst themselves, making sure the room and perimeter are clear. The assassins are removed and will probably get prodded around in by a curious techpriest in the future. He knew that a forward base such as this was a dangerous idea, and this only further cements it. Despite the meteorological issues.

Though his thoughts are on less immediate things, now that he knows you’re safe. His clears his throat slightly but the motion does nothing to distract him.

Something Sanguinius had learned in his younger years was that all blood is different; In taste, smell. Some of it is superior to others in those ways.

As while the room is soaked in blood, he can only smell yours.

“All of you check everywhere for any others. Leave us alone unless I call.”

The Blood Angels present hesitate to move, and their lieutenant speaks why. His helmet rests in his hands.

“Should we not stay to keep you both-“ Sanguinus turns to him and his voice is firm and unwavering.

“Go.”

The captain almost seems surprised, before placing his helmet back on. His men dip their heads for a moment and leave, closing the door and leaving the two of you alone.

The Primarch comes closer, lowering to his knee in front of you.

“You’re not hurt?” His hands grasp your shoulders, and you shake your head.

“No. Not badly enough to complain about at least.” Sanguinus lets out an audible sigh of relief.

He moves to let you stand, offering a hand you take for a moment. You move away to look into a mirror and splash some water on your face, wiping the blood away from it. It does nothing to cut the scent overwhelming the air that only he can parse.

“I’ve sent them to figure out how those men got in, and if there’s more.” You look up at him, before bending down to pick up one of his fallen feathers. He lost a few in the battle, as he does all the time. The Red Tear also has many strewn about in the places he frequents. You hold it in your hand and brush along the quill shaft, smoothing it. It’s a habit you’ve developed.

“Shouldn’t you go with them?” Sanguinus furrows his brow, confused.

“I want to stay with you, so I know you’re safe. And that you feel safe.”

The way you look up at him is worried; What could you possibly be worried about right now besides yourself? You were the one who was almost killed, because he was ignorant enough to bring you here, selfish because of his desire to keep you at his side. He kneels close to you, and tries to hold his breath as his mouth waters.

“What is it, my love?”

You look at him and continue holding his feather, seeing the way his eyes leer at you. You’ve seen it before, and it’s obvious why.

“Sanguinus, you’re hungry.”

How well you already know him, even after such a short period of time.

He gently cups a hand to the side of your face, before leaning inward.

“I’m sorry my love, I can’t help it, you’re like my own personal wine.”

His lips brush across your own, and he can suddenly taste the tiny droplet of blood from where your lip had split. You eagerly return his kiss and the desperation has you gripping him like a lifeline, as if your mind is finally catching up with what’s happened. He eagerly holds you back, his massive hands cupping your waist and swallowing most of it.

Before you know it, he has you in his arms, and he gently drops you onto the bed. It creaks and groans under the weight of him, but you’re little more than a feather to it.

He can see the cut across your collarbone; They must’ve tried to put a knife to your throat, and cut along below it instead. Your heart beat rushes just underneath it.

“Let me help you forget all of this ever happened,”

He whispers, half lost on the smell of your blood. You still feel almost stunned, like everything is a dream, but you’d never refuse him with how safe you always feel in his arms.

Sanguinus’ hands drift up your nightdress until it’s off of you, the stained fabric getting tossed aside.

He leans down to drag his lips along the cut of your collarbone, tongue sweeping away any traces of blood. The droplets that ran down your sternum get wisked away as well, his tongue traveling between your breasts.

He would hate to see it be wasted. The ones who spilled it and attempted to do worse will spill their secrets, and suffer for what they’ve done.

He’ll keep his head turned if they end up bloodless as well. His sons can sate their appetites on them and he’ll mind little.

Meanwhile you writhe underneath him, a hand on your shoulder holding you down while the other presses down close to your hip. Your free hand grasps at him, nails digging into his skin. He hears you saying his name, whispering it like a prayer, but he can barely hear it over the sound of your heart in his ears.

He can stay under control, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t test his willpower.

He loves to call you his wine; Though in some ways it’s almost as if you’re a drug he can never allow himself to have too much of, lest he get lost in it.

His left hand drifts closer and brushes over your hip, his massive palm dwarfing your smaller body. His fingers push between your thighs with ease, and he slips his fingers into your folds and hears the way you whimper at the soft touch. It isn’t long before they press against your entrance and slowly he teases one inside, before slipping in another once he’s readied you enough for it.

He feels the heat of your body as he presses his hand against you, all the while his face never leaves your neck. It’s an awkward angle for him at his overwhelming height, but he makes it work. His teeth ever so gently scrape across the pulsing vein of your neck where old scars from him lie, and he feels the way you shiver.

His fingers curl inside of you as his lips press hard against your neck, tasting every last little bit of blood until your skin is clear apart from the thin sliver of red.

He leans away and presses his lips to yours again, catching your bottom lip between his own. The cut on your lip had just stopped bleeding but his rougher kiss aggregates it enough to make it bleed just a tiny bit more, and you moan into his mouth as he tastes it.

Your hand desperately grasps at his own pressing against your shoulder, trying to grip his fingers and keep you grounded. He loves the way you writhe underneath him, earlier events completely forgotten.

He pulls way from your lips with a soft pop and his hot breath returns to your neck.

He wants to bite it so badly. It’s tormenting him, eating at him. But then he feels when he finally reach your peak, tightening around him and crying out to him in pleasure and not pain. It’s like music to his ears, after hearing your heart race so much in fear barely hours ago. To hear you call his name not to save you but to have him make you feel like this.

He pulls his lips away from your neck as you catch your breath. Another time.

His wings droop slightly, though even folded they take up so much space, shadowing so much more than just your body. They drop even more, and it almost feels like he’s trying to surround you with them and his body.

He gently pulls his hand from your folds but you feel his finger brush against your inner thigh, and the corners of his mouth twitch as you shiver and tense.

“I will never allow your life to ever be threatened again,”

He says, a part inside of him fuming at the fact it happened to begin with. He shouldn’t have been so presumptuous, careless, though deeper down he knows he did everything he could. He’ll do more now. His sons are becoming used to you, accepting of you, they’ll do it with no complaints.

You look up at him with soft, shining skin; Lips swollen. He wishes he could stay for longer, and take advantage of his time without his armor.

“Just don’t worry yourself into dropping feathers,” You joke and smile, voice slightly hoarse. He can still hear your heartbeat racing in his ears, but it’s calming down as you lay underneath him.

Sanguinus laughs and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. He swallows down his only partly sated hunger for another time.

“I’ll try not to.”

#Sanguinus x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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wxnheart · 8 months

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Space Vampire vs Space Werewolf ask:

What if you were the lucky human who had both Sanguinius and Leman Russ competing for your affection?

Then I'd do this because one is fighting his Yandere tendencies and the other is unapologetically Yandere lmao:

#warhammer 40k #wh40crack.#primarch #primarch x reader #sanguinius #leman russ

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2lim3rz · 2 years

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So I just had a terrifying/ Hot thought…..Yandere primarchs, emperor, and chaos gods. Just…think about it, a tiny reader trying to run and out smart these large men who want them, and it could be platonic too! Auughghhhh, I’m going to badger you with some thoughts!

Well that is

Fucking scary

But also stupid fucking HOT

If a Chaos God or the Emperor wanted you, I'm sorry. You're not winning this. You cannot hide nowhere, you cannot exist anywhere. They will find you and keep you for themselves. You would be their prized tool, their treasure

Primarchs are a bit.. JUST A BIT easier to deal with. You are, after all, SMALL in comparison. You have places you can physically use to hide from the more physical based primarchs however there are.. quite a few things against you.

Resources. All of these can and will make it to where you can't get anything without their aid.

Superhuman senses. Primarchs and Space Marines both have enhanced sensory organs. Some certainly more so than others (yes I'm implying Leman and Lion will and can both sniff you out like terrifying nightmares. I feel like Angron would as well as Sanguinius would also be very enhanced on the smelling side of things? Thoughts?)

You're fucked against anyone Phsychically able unless you ducktape a blank to you. You're just- How do you hide from something that can see through the warp to you? That's right Magnus n his fucky wucky magics.

TLDR: The idea of clingy primarchs is the same idea I have of Michael Myers: VERY big VERY territorial man who will murder and more than likely harm you as well to make sure you don't leave him

#primarchs #emperor of mankind #chaos #?#primarch x reader #x reader #warhammer 40k #its a very terrifying idea ngl but I bet the sex would be out of this world #lets be honest here anon funny funny bang times would be off the roof like holy shit #FERAL MEN #GIVE ME MORE FE R A L M E N #DRIVE THE NORMALLY CALM AND COLLECTED PRIMARCHS INTO A FERAL HEATED F RE NZ Y #volatile hearts au #vha

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chemos-factories · 1 year

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Lobotomy au is so good! I wonder what happened to other traitors, like, Horus, was he obliterated or also lobotomized like the rest? Please feed me some more info about them

Horus was also lobotomized! He’s under Sanguinius’s care now, and Sanguinius has many complicated feelings about the whole business; horrified by what’s been done to him (Horus), terrified if he (Sanguinius) doesn’t stay in line it’ll be done to him too, possessive and jealous over having Horus back and not wanting to lose him again, angry that Horus isn’t how he used to be (this one should be directed at the emperor, but is often misdirected at poor Horus)…

This is just a personal headcanon, but I think if Sanguinius drinks daemon or daemonically tainted blood, he gets a little… Well, the most apt word there is for it is ‘yandere’, and with him having Horus around more or less all the time now…

#lobotomy au

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luwupercal · 4 years

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So I remember you described Mortarion to be a hinedere once

Do you have any ideas on what ‘dere’ types the other primarchs might be?

lion: kuudere

fulgrim: oujidere

perturabo: hinedere

khan: protagonist-kun

leman: bakadere

rogal: kuudere

konrad: super chuuni shundere/hinedere/tsundere combo. not actually really yandere

sanguinius: deredere

ferrus: protagonist-kun as well

angron: hinedere

guilliman: 30k oujidere/40k shundere

mortarion: hinedere

magnus: OUJIDERE

horus: oujidere/deredere

lorgar: dandere

vulkan: deredere

corvus: shundere

alpharius omegon: fuck me if i know

#ask #yestheantichrist #good lord if anyone asks for definitions #i think konrad is extremely chuuni

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moodymisty · 6 months

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mkay so I have 2 Warhammer ideas? requests? sticking in my head that I can't decide on one so I'll throw both out there and you can pick one (or neither since I already threw a request at ya lol) to chew on. also a lot of my lore knowledge comes from the wiki and lore vids so sorry if I get things wrong.

first, if I'm remembering right you've said that the blood angels get a smidge yandere over Sanguinius' partner. so I'm thinking, how the hell would they act towards them after ol Sangy gets murderized by Horus? what about the black rage? would they recognize them? maybe her being present around a raging blood angel somehow makes them even more feral, desperate to protect them from "Horus". or maybe it helps mellow them out, can't decide which I like better lol. also what if she's pregnant or has had Sanguinius' kid? idk just poor grieving widow surrounded by these also grieving giants who mean well but are kinda unhinged lol.

OR maybe some thoughts/ headcanons for your blorbo Sevatar lol. I don't know much about atm but reading the little thing you made of him made me think he's like one of those boys who picks on the girl he likes but heaven forbid someone else tries to pick on them.

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: I know you said do one, but I'ma do both. Keep an eye out for the Sevatar one soon. I'm not going to pass up a chance to write about not only my crazy husband Sevatar, but also my yandere vamp boys. I really like both ideas of Sangy's lover either mellowing them out or making it worse. I chose that it's made worse in this snippet however. There's other yandere tendencies I could get into, but I decided to primarily do black rage stuff here. I hope you enjoy.

Summary: Guilliman visits the lover of Sanguinius for the first time since the Heresy reached it's murderous apex.

Relationships: Sanguinius/Fem!Reader (no pronouns just the title 'legion mother')

Warnings: Major Character Death technically, Sanguinius haunts the plot because that's what he do, Increasingly yandere Blood Angels

Word Count: 1116

It will have been the first time since the Siege that Guilliman has laid eyes on the Legion Mother of the Blood Angels.

He boarded the Red Tear with a small gathering of Ultramarines, though when he reaches the entrance of the room he's due to meet you in, he turns to his lieutenant and speaks.

"Stay out here."

The Lieutenant instantly begins to put up resistance, standing up even more rigid than he already had. His helmet is off, hanging on is belt and showing slight disbelief on his face.

"But My Lord, I-" Guilliman cuts him off.

"I am not going to bring a small army of Astartes to speak to a widow in mourning." He takes a breath and calms himself. "If I have need of you, you will know."

The marine quiets, and then the Primarch enters the room. The door closes right behind him, and two Blood Angels part for him; They had clearly been guarding the interior of the entrance. In the middle of the large room is you- in front of a massive table of maps and parchments, separating you and him.

"This is a surprise, Primarch Guilliman." You look up at him from across the room as he steps closer. This room was designed with Astartes and Primarchs in mind, so his height fits quite comfortably.

"Do you have need of the Blood Angels?"

You speak proper and polite, but not cold; It's a behavior that reminds him of Sanguinius, and for a moment he wonders if the Primarch had ever prepared you had you needed to ever command his legion.

Guilliman notices a well armored captain at your immediate left, and a few other Blood Angels standing guard in the room. More than he would've put in a room this size, though he thinks that perhaps it hadn't been your idea, judging by the captain's face. He looks across at you.

You look terribly, horribly lost. A young woman with her lover dead, thrust into a leading mantel of a legion in mourning. Belarius is serving as the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels now, but even he still looks to you as if you're an extension of Sanguinius. Something more.

He doesn't envy your position. For once he might see himself almost more fortunate than you; As despite circumstances, he has the genes of his creation assisting him, you do not; You were not make for the role cast upon you.

The Blood Angels standing guard are tense- unbelievably so. Guilliman suspects if he made even a somewhat fast movement, they'd have their bolters all pointed his way.

The weight of Sanguinius' death has weighed heavy on you all. All of you live in mourning. That drive in them now channels fully to making sure their Primarch's beloved stays alive.

"I wished to give you my condolences before you return to Baal."

You smile at him, weak, before it fades a bit as you loose yourself in thought. Then, you turn to your men.

"Leave us alone for a moment, if you will." The captain at your side speaks up. You shush him before he has a chance to say much of anything on the matter, and Guilliman suspects that this isn't the first time. You've clearly been growing frustrated at their obsessiveness already; You wish to mourn in peace, but this is how the Blood Angels have decided to.

"It will only be for a moment. I am sure nothing will happen in the ten minutes I would like to have a conversation without eight other pairs of ears listening." He can hear the strain of irritation and sleep deprivation in your voice. He moves to take his final strides closer and come fully up to the table that stands between you.

One step away however, he stops.

In the corner of Guilliman's eye, he notices in the back of the room that one Blood Angel turns rigid. With how tense his neck and jaw is it's like he's gritting his teeth into dust. He makes a move closer, his hand slipping down the barrel of his bolter towards the trigger-

Guilliman can't see a thing but rage in his eyes.

His own hand twitches in preparation, but the marine's partner in guard roughly grabs his pauldron. He whispers something the Primarch can't hear. As they all move to leave, it almost looks like he's dragging him out. Guilliman notices you watching the scene with a particular look on your face. Like you've seen it before, and you're unsurprised but displeased to see it again.

When they're all out of the room, his posture relaxes ever so slightly. As much as it can in his armor, at least.

"Thank you for visiting, Guilliman, but it wasn't needed. I'm sure you have many other duties to attend to." You smile, but it's forced. He's familiar with the gesture.

"The Ultramarines are always occupied. However I still wish you a safe journey." The smile on your face becomes a bit more sincere.

"Thank you. And I'll be sure to think of the Ultramarines have I any need of assistance." Guilliman has had nothing but respect for the Blood Angels, and a request of yours would be one he would consider.

"Very well. Do take care of yourself."

Guilliman wants to say something about Sanguinius, but he can't bring himself to. instead he gives you a nod, and turns away to leave. He does so silent other than the sound of his footfall, and you're left alone in the room. But only for a moment. Your captain that was here previously enters not long after he leaves, standing in front of you. Rubbing your tired eyes, you look up at him.

"How is he?"

You say in reference to the Blood Angel who'd snarled and almost attacked Guilliman moments ago. The captain shakes his head.

"Not well. He is just barely holding onto his sanity. He'll be in Death Company post haste." You sigh.

"Did any of the Ultramarines see?" Much to your relief, the captain once again shakes his head.

"No. We barely got him out of earshot before he started yelling about saving Primarch Sanguinius and you from the Arch Traitor."

Arch Traitor. How quickly everyone has begun refusing to even utter Horus' name.

You nod to the captain in thanks for his quick reactions in the matter, your face tired. Sleep has been a rarity; You feel sick, and mourning isn't an emotion that welcomes rest.

And no one can know about the Rage, or the Thirst. You suppose that's your duty now. You just hope you can hide it as well as Sanguinius had.

#sanguinus x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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moodymisty · 1 month

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Main Masterlist

NSFW content is labeled as such, please use discretion 18+, more detailed warnings are usually on the posts themselves

♡ My masterlists get updated as soon as I post something new, so feel free to stop by every now and again ♡

[gn] = Gender-neutral Reader [f] = Female Reader [m] = Male Reader

↳𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰:

[f] Fluffy Sanguinius

[f] Taking Sanguinius' leading role after his death (feat. Yandere Blood Angels)

[f] Ignoring a celebratory play to 'play' with Sanguinius (lewd but not nsfw)

[f] Sanguinius getting blood hungry after his beloved is attacked

[f] Sanguinus being able to tell his beloved is 'fertile' (NSFW)

#sanguinius x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader

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shiyorin · 7 months

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MASTERLIST

Collection of what I post here. There's probably a lot missing, but I'll add more later.

Read carefully the tag and CP.

Enjoy

Warhammer 40K

The love of primarchs for their lover 1 2 3 4 5

Rejected 1 2

Welcome to marriage counseling column

Yandere Alphabet Sanguinius

Yandere Alphaber Rogal Dorn

Yandere Alphabet Ferrus Manus

Yandere Alphabet Mortarion

Sanguinius x Perpetual! Reader 1 2

Fallen for you 1 2 3 4

In the name of faith, in the essence of love/I swear to my queen, to be faithful till death

Horny Heresy (NSFW) 1 2 3 4 5

One day in summer (no cp, family stuff)

Side to side (NSFW) 1 2

In the far future, everyone still loves romcom

Addiction (ALL --> Reader)

Emperor's Children x Reader

Ioony (TW Yandere)

A good night

You kabedon Guilliman

You give Guilliman a hug (Bonus horny heresy)

Konrad will kill you when he read this :v (a little NSFW)

Sanguinius kiss you

Reader and the Primarch Frog... I mean Doll

Magnus and his sleepy reader

Fulgrim and his dear reader

Animal instincts

Yandere Blood Angels, Flesh Tearers, Lamenters

What if legion space marines meet the reader when she is on her period (Ultramarines, Blood Angels, Word Bearers)

You decided annoy Perturabo

The golden cage

When you play dumb or your primarchs are just horny

Rites of Castigation

Do Dreadnoughts dream of taking a bath?

Before the night

Your Primarchs but they are dogs

One day your astartes got horny

Horny Heresy but they are Carcharodons Astra

Yandere Tyberos (from heretic anon)

You broke with your primarchs

You said you love your primarchs

Primarchs but they use social network

Primarchs but they in college

Mournival but they are your college roommate

Emperor's Children but they are your college roommate

Raven Guard but they are your college roommate

Primarchs but they are on your bed (NSFW)

Primarchs but they are in Hogwarts au

My OC

Kether

Magos Archimedes

Before our heartbeats intertwine (OC story, yuri, Yseriel x Ryoshu)

SPC

Shark punching center #1

Lobotomy Corporation

Irrational

#masterlist

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moodymisty · 9 months

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Hello🌻I hope you are doing well✨ Do you write in Warhammer? I saw this in the list of fandoms, but if not, I apologize a thousand😅 So, Sanguinius/reader-eternal. A moment of rest. Suppose there was some kind of difficult battle, and returning to his chambers after a victorious battle, Sanguinius feels tired and empty, he is dirty from blood and dirt, his hair is tangled, his wings have also lost their whiteness. And so he enters his chambers and smells a pleasant, but unfamiliar smell. The reader, anticipating in what state he would return, prepared a bath and took out her personal bathroom things (gels, shampoos, salts, candles, perfumes - with such smells that no one in the Imperium had seen since the Dark Era) and even more valuable to her (let it be a gift from parents or something) some kind of music player. Well, the reader comforts Angel, turns on music from his youth (maybe Beethoven, Wagner, Tchaikovsky or whatever you like best)), bathes him, takes care of his hair, nails and all that. How you can make his wings comfortable, I can’t imagine🤔 but in general, the reader was able to wash them somehow) Tells stories of plants, fruits, and animals that no primarch could ever see. About your favorite music, some kind of warm memory. Well, something like that😅 sorry if this is too long. In general, you can change the conditions to suit your comfort❤

Author's Note: So I was actually thinking of something somewhat similar to write in my own time because I'm a lonely primarch/astartes fucker for Guilliman (or pre-heresy Lorgar but that's just my 'I can fix him' mental illness talking) So when you sent this in I just about ascended. Emperor save my heretical ass for making this way too fluffy for Warhammer.

Relationships: Sanguinius/Fem!Reader

Warnings: It's 40k lol so references to war and all sorts of violence but other than that, just fluff. Also the slightest hint at the BA astartes being a bit platonic yandere for their Primarch's beloved because it's my headcanon. Enjoy petting the pigeon primarch y'all

For someone as primped and perfect as Sanguinius- A beautiful angel with not a hair out of place or word said without the most careful of consideration, his personal quarters are an absolute mess.

Feathers of all sizes lay scattered across the floor and the giant bed that adorns the massive room, its blankets strewn about and slept in multiple times without being made up in-between. In all of it’s disheveled look, it looks comfortable to say the least.

It's not as if you actually mind the mess, it's not bad enough to even really call it one, but it's simply amusing to think of someone as borderline ethereal as Sanguinius sleeping in a messy, wrinkled bed adorned with his own down.

The Blood Angel guards posted in the hall had allowed you to pass into his quarters without fuss, one of many privileges that you're still getting used to. They nodded towards you and spoke with that Astartes specific rigid but technically polite prose; Seeped in a level of respect you don't feel entirely deserving of.

Sanguinius' angelic sons are, intense. Any other word you think of is too negative in it's definition, or doesn't accurately describe this feeling of heavy downward pressure on your body you get whenever you are close to them. They have a protective quality that has only seemed to intensify the closer you've gotten to their genefather, as you can feel eyes on your back until the door closes behind you and the guards only then return to their vigilant watch of the palace halls.

Sometimes, you swear they're following you.

A pondering for another time perhaps, as you look around the messy quarters holding your things in your hands.

Sanguinius is due to return to Terra at any moment now, and after so long with only vox messages and handwritten letters, you've decided to attempt to surprise him. You probably won't be able to do so, but you can at least prepare him something that will hopefully brighten up his spirits. You can tell from his slip ups in tone that some things have been grating on him like waves on a cliffside.

You'll do anything to make sure that the Angel, your Angel, never looses that glow that seems to follow him; And perhaps steal some of those rare snippets of time to have him just to yourself. Even if only for a moment.

In the separate room that serves as his private bath you begin to run hot water, billows of steam quickly rising to the ceiling and covering the metal adornments around the room with dew. It pours out the open door, as you sit your bag on the edge and pull out various different things. Some sourced from other planets, one from your father who all but fainted upon your asking of it for a Primarch, all being hard to obtain; Little bundles of rare luxury. You fully intend to make use of them all. They smell like flowers and sea salt, far better than the scent of the iron and filth-covered armor aboard the Red Tear.

Though your ears prick to the sound of heavy footsteps before you can fully finish setting up, and you lean up and away from the massive bath and leave the room only just as Sanguinius himself enters. In saying any moment, you seem to have been perfectly accurate.

The first thing you notice of him, besides your joy of seeing him, is he has primary feathers that are bent and sticking out away from the natural pattern of his wings, a few even cracked and torn. He's already gone though the necessary process to remove his armor, and now he's clad in the usual and more comfortable garb he would wear when originally on Baal.

While Sanguinius himself is unharmed, not a single wound and the blood dried on himself not his own, he still is disheveled and messy; Hair tangled from being blown in the wind and getting caught in the raised collar of his armor. You can see mud staining the tips of his wings where it splattered upward, unable to fully protect them from whatever muck he came in contact with.

"I know,"

He sees the look on your face, and his gentle stoicism parts ever so slightly as his lips part. His eyes show the glint of irritation through his long lashes as he looks slightly downward and to the side with a furrowed brow.

"I look a mess. there is no need to point it out. Believe me when I tell you someone else has already done so." He normally wouldn't be fond of something laughing at his current condition, but he supposes he can find the entertainment in it. It's an easier thing to swallow when it's his little beloved doing so. The sound of your quiet, breathily laugh is soothing more than aggravating, and he enjoys the look of sweet mirth plastered on your face. While it may be somewhat at his expense, he doesn't mind all too much considering.

"Well, then you might like the surprise I made up for you even more." His lips crook upward in the most gentle of smirks; Though he was more than likely instantly cued into your gift by the feeling of steam wafting from the other room into this one.

"If not just to get all the dirt from your wings."

At the mere mention of it you watch his wings stretch, shaking slightly as he attempts to right feathers stuck out of alignment. He reaches for the front of his robes as he walks towards the bath.

"I hope you didn't prepare all of this only for me to enjoy it alone. I'd find myself dreadfully bored without any company." You shake your head, following the angel into the bath while he quickly begins to slip into the hot water. You move in not long after, the water almost too hot on your skin, but the feeling of the steam on your face is pleasant.

He attempts to stretch his wings; Though not many rooms can handle his wings fully unfurled. The main room of his quarters when his bed resides can, but in here he finds the tips of his primary flight feathers brushing against the wall. When you attempt to move closer, he furls his wings back up to avoid you bumping them. It lets you reach close enough to his hair, where you wet it with the hot water and watch his eyes gently close. You watch as his hair slowly becomes clean even after so long, golden sheen returning as the soot washes away.

"I have been so besieged by the smell of crude oils and sweat as of late, I swear I'd forgotten what flowers smelled like..."

He smiles when the sound of your quiet, breathy laugh hits his ears, though you still continue treating him. He might have normally apposed to such obnoxious pampering, but you seem to enjoy it, and he’ll partake in a moment of selfishness.

“Let me enjoy this moment without your mockery, will you?” Your fingers weave into his golden hair, just a bit wavy even with the water weighing it down.

"Terribly sorry, Lord Primarch." How he hates that stuffy title; His nose wrinkles. When you notice his doing so, you laugh again.

"It's the title my father used when I told him I needed some of these things." His eyes open to watch you for a moment.

"They're made of flowers from my home planet; When I said they were for The Angel Sanguinius, I swear he choked on his own spit then and there. Thought I had finally killed him."

He listens to you mumble about their origin for a short while, if for nothing more than to fill the silence. The water is no longer running, so other than the occasional splash of water the room is near silent.

You feel the brush of his feathers against your bare skin as they adjust, the water turning color as the grime slips from them and they return to their pristine white color. After all this time he finally feels clean, such a luxury he's been unable to indulge in for quite some time. Perhaps he’s odd in that regard, hating it far more than some of his fellow Primarchs.

He feels you ever so gently brush along a feather to align it with the others, fingers gentle like touching the thinnest glass. His eyes are still closed while you do so. Your gentleness of it isn’t lost on him, as he feels lips against the corner of his mouth.

A rare moment of peace; He'll indulge in it while he has the chance.

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