#Femstodes

[medievalgremlincore]

Female Custodes by Elzunix

[ask-mortarion-the-death-lord]

[thebitterdm]

Who did this... I did it. It was me.

[zilentis]

When the Emperor took ten thousand sons from Terran Nobility to raise as his companions and warriors, odds are atleast some of them would discover they were actually daughters. I’m sure as the Custodes love the Emperor, and the Emperor loves the Custodes, he’d do everything in his power to help their transitions :3

I don’t really make warhammer minis anymore, but I’ve been itching todo a pride scheme like Cerberusxt makes, and after recently seeing Alessandraplays40k’s Femstode, I knew I just needed to have a go at one for Pride Month. Thankfully my mate had some spare Custodes left over, but I did have to custom make her left arm out of Primaris bits.

[lemon-russ]

Woe, Heraclast smut upon ye.

Heraclast x Reader

CW: Pure smut, eating out the emperor's saint, A little rough because big lady is strong

There's no gender of the reader, but I wrote this in a gay way, Happy pride 🌈

Taglist: @saveatruckrideoptimusprime @sleepyfan-blog @undeaddream

@scriberye @lisikk @artemisareia

Word count: 563

"Yes, right there-"

Heraclast gasped, grabbing your hair. You made a little grunt of pain as she forgot her strength, pressing your face harder to her pussy. 

You worked at her clit, running your tongue under it as you sucked rythmically. Her sheer overall size meant even sucking her clit was more like sucking a small dick, and you couldn't flick it with your tongue like a baseline's, you had to swirl around the tip.

She groaned, bucking her hips into your mouth again. You tried to focus on fingering her while remembering to come up for air and focus on sucking her off. Her muscles clamped rythmically around your fingers, reacting with aching strength around them when you managed to find the rough spot of skin inside her. 

You sucked eagerly on her clit again as you pressed 3 fingers against her g-spot, hooking them up into it. Her immediate reaction made you worry bones might break, as she rolled forward onto your hand hard, muscles slamming down around your digits. 

"Harder-" she groaned, and you had to take a second to gulp air before going back in. Harder? By the throne, you were only human. Steeling yourself, you pushed all your strenght into your arm, stroking the spot inside her and fighting her muscles as they tried to push and pull you in and out. 

You decided the best route was to treat her Custodes size clit like a cock, and bob your head on it as you suck, tongue burning with effort as you ran cirlces around it and stroked under the short shaft. 

Hera bucked her hips and ground against your face in time with your movements, clearly losing some control of her strenght as she robbed you of air accidentally and tugged your hair so hard you eyes watered. 

You doubled down, matching her pace, ignoring the ache in your fingers and jaw, and were rewarded with a sweet sharp cry from her. Muscular thighs gripped around your head, burying you against her spasming cunt as she groaned your name. Her internal muscles slammed around your abused fingers, and she ground her clit against your tounge as she came.

Just when you started to see stars in your vision, you were released, Hera collapsing in a satisfied puddle beneath you. You took a sharp breath as your vison cleared, and sighed, looking down at your happy dazed lover. 

Hera's chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, her green eyes hazy with pleasure and fluttering closed. Her cheeks and chest were flush deep red, rose tinting her gold bronze skin. She pushed her messy short hair from her face, biting her lip and smiling down at you between her legs. 

"Mm…. Sorry, Love." She murmured, voice thick still. 

You smiled, finally able to slide your fingers from her. You settled your head in the crook of her hip, against her thick raised thigh. 

"It is the risk that comes with going down on the Emperor's Saint." You replied, pressing a kiss to her lower stomach. 

She chuckled, a deep raspy sound from her earlier noisiness. Her hand fell from your hair and slid down your cheek to catch your chin. She gave you a heavy lidded look, her eyes glimmering with mischevious heat.

"Give me a moment to recover, and then it is your turn~" she purred.

[rat-king-renevald]

Female space marines are cool.

The recent controversies involving Femstodes has made me really introspective about female space marines. When I was a teen just getting into Warhammer, I took the lore as gospel but as you look more into the setting....it's the "rile of cool"x100. I do like the brotherhood monastery battlemonk vibes the space marines have now, I love the idea of space marines being former females turned into Astartes, and I love the idea of female space marines. It feels pretty elevating to just recognize that "Yeah no matter what they do, it'll be badass because this hobby is full of amazing people and I love it here".

If you see this, I would love to hear your thoughts, no matter what they are.

[matrim-cauthons-hat]

ive been thinking about the lady custodes, and what if, like she wasnt always a lady. now hear me out. tge emperor thinks girls have cooties or whatever the hell his problem is, so the cuatodes are just 10,000 guys. but these guys are also poets, and painters, and philosophers, and persuers of other high minded and artistic business. who is to say some of the custodes didnt look inwards at some point in the last thousand years and go "you know what? i think im actually a woman"

and then she tried to exterminatus Mr The Emperor in the blood games because she's sicknasty

like i know im probably not the first to suggest trans custodes lady but thems is still my thoughts

[derelictpixies-creatorium]

Work on progress on a Sagitarum squad. Happy how they're looking but feel they need more bling.

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#Grimepunk #Warhammer #Miniatures #grimedark #grimdark #warhammer40k #warhammerworld #warhammercommunity #paintingwarhammer #derelictpixie #miniatures #convertingwarhammer #styx40k #adeptuscustodes #custodes #femstode

[medievalgremlincore]

Female Custodes by mossacannibalis

[two-reflections]

After her unsuccessful run in the Blood Games, Custodian Calladayce Taurovalia Kesh is welcomed home by Shield-Captain Bayezara Aggonades.

[Rating: E, F/F, Oneshot. Tags: Bathing/Washing, Vaginal Fisting, Gentle Sex, Comfort No Hurt, Public Display of Affection, Hair Kink.]

When I heard that Custodes could be AFAB, I was over the moon. I rushed to read Kesh's story and thought she was just SO cool. When Bayezara was revealed a few days later, I was even more delighted.

I'm so glad the Rare Kink Prompt Meme incentivised me to write this story. I wanted the first F/F Custodes story on Ao3 not to be cruel or imply they only exist as a chaos ploy. (I understand the headcanon, I just didn't want it to be the first thing about them on there.) So here they are, being excellent to each other. ❤️

Sharing this story was also a big deal to me for other reasons. I do write F/F fic, my first Warhammer 40k ship back in 2017 was actually F/F, but my F/F stories have always felt too personal to share. Sharing this one was a big leap for me, and I'm ridiculously proud of myself for doing it.

Thanks to @squishyowl for the dividers!

[anhilliator1]

On the topic of the Custodes

Now that several months have passed and heads have started to cool, as far as I can tell, the general consensus with the issue of female custodians lies less with their existence and more with the fact that their introduction was, admittedly, rather poorly handled.

And I kind of see why - an offhand mention in one of the books as well as GW's tweet does make it feel very much like they were shoehorned in with little tact, with a lot of people agreeing that they deserved a much better introduction than the one they got.

At the very least, I know I would have preferred a Custodes-focused BL book, a short story, at least some fluff that helps flesh them out as an established part of the universe, because the way they are now unfortunately makes it feel like they were put in as a token - which, as we all know, generally does not go over well.

[katesfoxhole]

Chuds, in response to the femstodes: "Oh, so, um, so, I guess then you’d be fine with them adding men to the Sisters of Battle???"

Already been done, chuds.

[lemon-russ]

The sapphic spirit possesed me and I just can't stop thinking about big gold muscle mommies today. Inspired by? Learned about the idea of? Aquillian Shield Custodes from This post by @moodymisty which has been in my brain. Then I was like, gasp, it could be g a y. Going to be multi-part bc I can't seem to rush smut and need sapphic pining first I guess.

Thank you @squishyowl for the divider!

Tags: @bispecsual @ms--lobotomy

Emperor's Saint (Pt. 1)

Pt. 2

Fem!Custodes x Fem!Reader

CW: GAY, SUPER SAPPHIC GAY

Summary: A diplomat of the Ultramarines, you've been chosen to receive the protection of an Aquillian Shield. Congratulations! you do not have a choice :)

Word count: 1,994

She appeared out of nowhere while you were preparing to leave for a meeting one day.

Nearly as tall as a primarch, golden armor shining, carrying an intricately decorated spear. She told you she was your Aquilian sheild, and you have been deemed important enough to need guarding. She would not say how long, or what you were meant to do, only that she was going to be hanging around 24/7 watching you until you completed whatever you were meant to accomplish.

Lord Guilliman said it was an honor to have one of the Adeptus Custodes personally guard you, so you tried to go about business as usual.

Heraclast, as she introduced herself, became your constant companion. Constant.

“Hera…” you groan tiredly, sitting up in your bed. “Must you guard me from in here…?” You ask. She’s polishing her helmet, her chin length warm brown hair falling around her face on the side that wasn’t shaved short. She looks up at you, pursing her lips.

“Of course, my Lady. What if dangers came to you while you sleep and are most vulnerable?” She says.

You pout. “Don’t you sleep…?” You ask. She insisted on staying with you while you were on this new planet to have your meeting, but you can’t fall asleep with her watching you. It made you, well, shy. Having a nine foot tall goddess of a warrior watching you snore? Emperor forbid you talk in your sleep.

She shakes her head, “No, my Lady. I can go weeks or months without sleep and perform perfectly.” She says, going back to polishing her gleaming pointy helmet.

Great.

You sigh and lay down, starting at the ceiling. You glance back over at her, sitting on a bed that is straining under the weight of her armor. Her face has a long scar from chin to hairline, and her eyes are so green they are almost luminescent in the dimly lit room. Or maybe they are? Who knows, Custodes were an enigma. Hardly seen outside the Palace until Guilliman returned, and more rare to see out of helmet, let alone armor. Their genetic modifications were even more intricate than their Astartes cousins, so Emperor only knows if they actually have glow in the dark eyes to go with their stunningly perfect looks.

You turn your gaze back to the ceiling, trying to not get hypnotized by how her hands look carefully polishing the gold. You definitely should not be thinking about those hands anywhere else. Especially not on you. Or under your nightgown. Which you had to change into with her in the room, which did not help any of this.

“My Lady?” Heraclast asks, making you jump a little as you’re pulled from your thoughts. “Your face has become feverish. Are you ill? I can vox for the best apothecaries to be here in under an hour-” she offers.

“No!” You interupt, blushing more. “No- I’m fine, I’m not sick.” You say tiredly, covering your face with a pillow.

She is quiet a moment, then you hear her go back to polishing, the rhythmic sound acting like white noise and helping you relax slightly. You pull the pillow off your face, rolling on your side to face her, trying to not look like you’re staring.

She glances up again, brow knit. “…Would my Lady sleep better if I sat over there, facing away?” She asks.

You blush, but think about it. She at least wouldn’t be staring you down that way. You nod a little, and she smiles, pulling over stool and sitting back down in front of your bed, back to you. You relax a bit not being directly in her sight, and then try not to think about how close she now sits. You stare at her back, partially covered by the purple cape of an Aquillian Shield, and try not to imagine what she looks like under it.

You squeeze your eyes shut and focus on the sound of her polishing, and eventually finally fall asleep.

The next morning you yawn, stretch, and then open your eyes and nearly jump out of bed. Heraclast looks up at you, confused. You look back at her, face burning red. She’s half armored, chest plate and shoulder armor removed and sitting sparkling and polished on the bed.

“My Lady? Are you well?” She asks, turning to you more and making you more flustered. She only has a tight wrap covering her chest, her sculpted abs and arms uncovered. You notice more than a few scars, one on the stomach looks like it was especially bothersome, but try and look away.

“I- I thought Custodes d-didn’t take their armor off-” you stammer out.

She tilts her head a little. “You are safe, my Lady, do not worry. I secured the area thoroughly before undressing, and only have been polishing a couple pieces at a time. Even without all my armor I am more than capable of protecting you-”

“Okay, Okay” you stop her, trying to look anywhere but at her tanned, toned abs, and why are they wet?? Her undercut was also damp, and in your desperate attempt to avoid her you see a wash bucket and cloth and realize she must have bathed. Which makes you even more flustered to imagine.

She frowns a bit, and your heart actually palpitates when you accidentally meet her emerald eyes again, full of concern now. She thankfully pulls on a tight silk shirt and starts re-fastening her chest armor.

“You really look unwell, my Lady. If you are feverish we should get you to the Apothecary.” She says, voice worried.

You frown, expression tight as you watch the way her arm muscles roll and flex as she lifts the heavy plates of armor and starts putting them back on. You swallow hard and will your breath to be even.

“I’m f-fine, really.” You say with a sigh, rubbing your hot face with your hands.

She looks unconvinced, but finishes armoring anyways. She steps into the next room briefly and brings you a wash tub, cloth, and soap. “Very well. I took the liberty of fetching you some cleaning supplies when I got my own.” She says with a smile, walking back to the other bed and sitting on it with a creak.

You frown, looking between the bucket and Heraclast. She looks unperturbed.

“Hera, I can’t wash with you looking at me.” You squeak out.

She frowns. “Why not?” She asks, looking genuinely confused. You frown deeper.

She scrunches her brow and purses her lips. “…Very well, I shall turn away if that helps you, my Lady.” She says, sounding confused but turning to the wall anyways.

Throne damned Custodes, haven’t been outside a palace in 10,000 years and forgot about things like human shame about naked bodies. Or maybe that is just something that was erased with their transformations. You sigh and start undressing as little as possible while still being able to wash.

After a minute Heraclast speaks up again, “Oh, today you have that meeting, yes? Shall I help you with your hair? I am quite skilled at braids from helping the other Custodians-” she says happily, turning a bit to look at you.

You yelp and cover your chest. She frowns and turns back. “Ah, yes, apologies.” She says, scratching her hair. “It is nudity you don’t want me to see, then? I will try and keep that in mind, though I don’t understand why you would hide the majesty of the human form-”

”Hera please” you groan, going back to washing.

She lets out a small “hmph.” But continues looking at the wall.

You sigh and finish up, washing as quickly as you can, then kneel down to wash your hair. “You can look now…” you grumble, dipping your hair forward in the bucket and scrubbing.

She happily turns back to you. “As I was saying, I am very good at intricate braids, If you would like. Many of my battle siblings keep long hair and braid it into crowns.” She says, moving to a stool near you to sit closer.

You glance up at her, smiling down at you, sun from the window sparkling off the intricate jewels and filigree on her armor. She looks so excited to help. You gulp.

“…Sure, why not.” You relent, rinsing your hair.

She beams, pulling her stool over to you and grabbing a towel and hairbrush from nearby. “Excellent, I think you shall make a grand impression on these important nobles with your hair orderly.” She says in a chipper tone.

She picks you up under the arms, making you squeak in surprise, and plops you on a pillow on the ground in front of her facing away, between her legs. Your face grows warm again as she starts to towel off your hair for you, humming happily. *By the throne you weigh nothing to her, she just picked you up like a stuffed animal*- No, don’t think about how easily she can toss you around, stop getting flustered, you chide yourself.

She starts carefully but efficiently detangling and brushing your hair, the feeling of the brush on your scalp and her playing with your hair sending a shiver down your spine.

“Hmph. Now you have chills to go with your fever.” She says with concern. “It is alright if you need to rest today, my Lady, I will not allow them to give you trouble about it.”

You try and focus hard on a plant across the room, “I’m fine.” You force out as she starts running her un-gauntleted fingers over your scalp, catching locks of hair and gently tugging them into braids.

She hums another unconvinced noise but doesn’t press you farther. She is quick with her braiding, fingers grazing your neck and shoulders as she works, the gentle touches making you get goosebumps. You start counting the leaves on the plant to occupy your mind and not just melt into a puddle on the floor.

“You have very well kept hair, my Lady. I’ve never been one to keep it long myself, gets in the way of my helmet, but I appreciate my Custodes siblings who do keep long hair. I’ve always admired the look of it on others.” She chatted happily.

You bite your lip. She likes long hair on others? She likes your hair? Does she think you’re- No, stop being ridiculous, you’re pretty sure Custodes can’t even feel attraction. Probably. If they did, they have all the other Custodes to be attracted to anyway, literally the most beautiful of humanity regardless of gender.

She runs her hands over your hair again before patting your shoulder and making a satisfied hmph. “There, all done.” She said, handing you a mirror.

You take it and your eyes go wide. She’s given you perfectly smooth, intricate braids forming a crown around your head, one even making a little flower shape over your ear, and the rest of your hair free and down, neatly brushed to not have a hair out of place.

“Wow.” You say, looking at her in the mirror as she smiles down over your head. “This is amazing, Hera.” You say, smiling at her reflection.

She beams proudly. “I am glad you enjoy it. Come, you should dress, your gowns have many complex layers.” She says, patting your shoulder again before she stands. “I must go do my bi-hourly parimeter scan, I expect to be finished in 6 and a half minutes. I know you dislike being seen unclothed, so you have that time to dress to a comfortable level.” She says, donning her helmet and picking up her spear.

You blink in surprise as she walks out, then scramble to start getting dressed.

[thebitterdm]

Some one asked how I made these so I found as many pics as I could of the process.

[a-wa-c]

Every day, I am blessed not to be a r/HorusGalaxy user.

[historitor-bookshelf]

Okay that thumbnail really hits it on the nail

checked his channel... seems to be a good guy. Actual nice guy not incel nice guy