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Gonna give Horus reading glasses for no reason i think it would look great

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I'm a little out of practice with him.

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i saw a tier list about "primarch boy smell" and it put horus in the "smells like nothing" category. first i would not call the smells these walking angsty warmachines produce to be anything "boy" like at all, but two, horus??? fucking horus lupercal?? smelling like nothing??? i could picture him surely trying to be modest and masking himself, sure, fine, but i am sorry he is going to smell like something and it will probably give you a boner. those more educated about his character feel free to correct me but that is a man who you can smell.

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6 next question

(Bonus points if I'm the window seat and I have to skootch past them and 'accidentally' sit in Perturabo's lap

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Perturabo

by Deborgant

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The Emperor's Sons

by coffee-time

What if the Emperor's children, the Primarchs, hadn't been kidnapped? Inspired by Monet's painting "Japanese Bridge".

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Your NSFW alphabet sare amazing.

What about a list of primarchs reaction when they discover you are a virgin?

Slightly NSFW

Horus – Smug as hell. Immediately leans back like he’s just been crowned Emperor. Plans to ruin you, slowly, and very loudly. Whispers "don't worry, you'll never want anyone else" while already pulling your underwear down with his teeth.

Roboute Guilliman – Turns beet red. Tries to give you a five point lecture on safe sex before you shove his head between your legs. Still worried about causing trauma afterward. Very gentle, overly prepared. Will ask for your feedback via survey form.

Lorgar – Whispers scripture while untying his robe. A little too into it. Calls you an altar. Says he wants to "consecrate your temple" and leaves you shaking like the end of a sermon. Probably cries afterward. You cry too, but for different reasons.

Angron – Confused. Angry. Horny. Confused again. Once he understands, he’s oddly reverent. Then absolutely feral. Fucks you like it’s a declaration of war. You black out at least once. No one else is allowed to touch you again. Ever.

Perturabo – Snarky but aroused. Blushes furiously behind the grumpiness. Secretly honored he’s your first. Installs reinforced bedframes. Gives you a structural integrity report on your pelvis afterward.

Jaghatai Khan – Grins like a wild animal. Gives you zero time to rethink your choices. Picks you up and rides you like one of his jetbikes. Teaches you every position like it’s a game and he’s trying to 100% complete you.

Sanguinius – Cups your cheek like a tragic angel and then absolutely devours you. It’s slow, passionate, heavenly until his wings cage you in and he whispers, “Now you’re mine forever,” while fucking you like he’s branding your soul.

Fulgrim – So excited. Immediately starts setting up mood lighting, scented oils, feather toys. It becomes a theatrical production. You will come at least six times before he even puts it in. He will cry at how beautiful you look.

Ferrus Manus – Short circuits. Thinks you’re teasing. Then becomes so serious it’s scary. Makes sure you feel everything. Uses his metal hand to hold your throat gently while murmuring “I’ll be the only one you’ll ever need.”

Lion El’Jonson – Stoic on the surface, internally losing his shit. Treats your virginity like a knight’s quest. Very proper at first. The second you moan his name, the chivalry dies and the beast takes over. You’ll be marked. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. Possibly legally.

Konrad Curze – “...Why would you give yourself to someone like me?” Torn between wanting to preserve you like porcelain and wanting to absolutely destroy your innocence. What happens next depends on your answer. Either slow, tender corruption or terrifying, shadow wrapped ritualistic carnality. He’ll whisper into your neck while bruising your hips.

Alpharius & Omegon – Double trouble. They insist it should be a learning experience. You don't know which one you're with. They won’t tell you. The entire event is a blend of confusion, overwhelming pleasure, and suspicious laughter.

Mortarion – Grim. Gruff. Absolutely relentless. You think he’s judging you but he’s actually just overthinking. Eventually mumbles, “...If it’s your first time, you might hate this.” You don’t. You fucking love it. It’s foggy, intense, dirty, and he makes you come while barely grunting.

Magnus the Red – Sensory overload. Uses psychic powers to let you feel every inch of him inside your mind and body. Casts lustful hexes. Accidentally astral projects your orgasm into the Warp.

Corvus Corax – Goes dead silent. Shadows flicker. Then he melts into you like smoke. So slow, so soft, you don’t even realize you’re crying. Keeps whispering, “Tell me if it hurts,” and when it doesn’t, he gets rougher. Loves hearing you moan his name.

Vulkan –Massive. Terrifyingly big. But holds you like you’re sacred. Literally makes a warm bath for you to fuck in. Aftercare is so good you fall asleep on his chest with legs still twitching. You’re ruined. In a good way.

Leman Russ – Feral delight. Growls, bites, laughs while fucking you senseless. Calls it a “rite of passage.” Tells you to hang on tight and means it. You’re not walking out of that den without claw marks and a wobble.

Rogal Dorn – Monumentally serious. Treats it like a sacred duty. Doesn’t smile until you moan his name. Then something snaps and he pounds you like he’s driving a siege engine through a fortress. Builds you up just to tear you down.

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Hi, hate anon here: violence killing death murder 1000 years hatred hell on planet earth, I have personally called James Workshop on the phone he is sending you a c&d because your mantiddy drawings too fat your stylization too unique your swag too different I am hurling you from the crags into the corpo slop mines forever death and dying ha ha ha!

ohhh you scamp you rapscallion you varlet. i will not go down to that stupid brit without a figh-- NOOO

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The End and the Death, Volume III

Oh, Perturabo. You poor thing. You poor, misguided, terrible thing.

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joytoy site showing off the girth of their perturabo figure

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perturabo deserves a dragon friend. you agree

Yes. Probably a big mechanical daemon engine of a dragon. Something like a Heldrake.

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She was a 50 y.o. Siberian woman from 2500 years ago, living a nomadic lifestyle, and look at her tattoos...

Look...

I'm going to cry

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((i love the concept from this so i'll indulge myself))

"You…need anything, dear?"

He looked at you, and you swear, with those bluish eyes, he was closer to an animal than an actual child. You felt bad, really bad, especially knowing how much Calliphone deeply cared for this young man; he had shown abilities that, on Lochos, only adults can show.

You couldn't get it, but you weren't like Calliphone.

She was smart and wise; she had always shown great capacity that could make her the greatest monarch that Lochos could hope for. You were just a pretty face, good with the harp, and nothing more. And that pretty little face of yours had to catch the attention of her step. brother, Perturabo, that now had decided to, once again, come and stare at you. You had no heart to reprimand him, especially since you were in no position to do that, yet you hoped your dear friend could come sooner and help you with him.

He raised his hand, the other hand clasped tightly to his chest, holding something covered in some fabric. His way to ask for your hand—since the first time he had literally grabbed you and hurt you—even if he was a child, he was showing a brute force that made him look like a man. You obliged, again, fearing a tantrum of his own, and, surprised, he handed you the small bundle with carefulness, trying to not scare you more than just giving you his small little trinkets.

You opened the fabric, finding what seemed to be a thin box, decorated with several motifs on the sides, mostly flowers. The box had, to your surprise, the shape of a seashell, closed shut, and you tried to open it a few times before the already calloused hands of the two boys stopped you and showed you the right way. With the help of a key secured with a necklace, he started to charge the inner mechanism within the small box; gears and cogs started to whir like small bees in action, and the trinket in your hands started to make some small shakes.

It opened in a click, and the sweet sound of a common lullaby started to spread in the room. Two small seahorses, ancient fishes that are now only heard of in some stories, moved gently in a circle, a small dance between a couple, and, to your surprise, they started to form small bubbles from the small cones on their snouts. You giggled, in surprise and wonder, admiring the small masterpiece.

"Perturabo, this is magnificent! You made it by yourself?"

He nodded, then held out to you the key, a small seashell, this time with the form of a cone. You took both, realizing that this was a gift for you, not knowing that the boy was realizing that this was the first time you actually smiled at him with such sincerity and happiness.

"Oh darling, I love it! You're so good at it; you should do more!"

"I will…once we're married...when I'm old enough."

You sighed, the smile now changing into a more patient one.

"Perturabo, I'm older than you, quite a lot even. Once you reach that age, I will already be old and with children…"

"My children! I'll be your husband!"

"Perturabo—" he stomped his foot, shutting you down. Ah, there he was again.

"I'll make wonders for you! You won't need anyone but me!"

You sighed, hoping that Calliphone could just fasten up and help you out with this one.

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Your NSFW alphabets and modern aus are great !!!

May I ask for what the primarchs are doing in those modern AUs?

Lion - Forest Ranger.

Fulgrim - Super model, honors student of Art, influencer.

Ferrus - Mechanical Engineering student.

Sanguinius - Tattoo artist. Part-time pediatric nurse, part-time art student.

Konrad - Undercover cop. Secretly publishes crime novels under the pen name N.H

Lorgar - Theology student, cult leader. Certified virgin

Horus - Former CEO. Now a lifestyle influencer, crypto bro, podcast host, part-time motivational speaker.

Roboute - CEO of a logistic company. Former mayor.

Magnus - Quantum Metaphysics professor. Part-time famous Tarot reader.

Jaghatai - Head of a biker gang. Former tour guide.

Mortarion - Biochemistry student. May or may not sells marijuana.

Leman - Run a rescue dog farm.

Dorn - Owner of a construction company.

Perturabo - Dual degree in Structural Engineering & Computational Physics.

Angron - Owner of a gym and a shelter for homeless children. Underground boxer to earn money to feed the childrens.

Vulkan - Teaches metalworking and art at the local community college. Volunteers at the fire department on weekends. Selling custom grills and handmade knives.

Corvus - Sells goth jewelry and custom leather harnesses online.

Alpharius and Omegon - Used to work for Horus, after Horus was fired no one knows where they went now.

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world eater with iron teeth slick w blood. he’s smiling at u but u can’t tell whether it’s sincere or the Nails. he’s stalking closer to you anyway

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🎶 DRIVING IN MY TAAAAAAANK, RIGHT AFTER SOME WIIIIIIIIIINE, HEY THAT MARIIIINE IS ONE OF MIIIIINE!!!!! IRON WITHIIIIIN, AND IRON WITHOOOOOUT, I'LL RUN YOU OVER!🎶