mothiir

[mothiir]

Request: Lion bringing his partner a trophy of some sorts from his recent campaign

Author's note: Someone on vc in the server made a funny joke about this, and I love Mothiir's grumpy, stupid Lion, so here. it's short and sweet.

Relationships: Lion El'Jonson/Fem!reader

Warnings: Lion, so calling you woman and being just a bit of a monotone jerk XD also mentions of pelts/killing animals

Lion had dropped the massive roll in front of you with an anticlimactic, hard thud; It barely even bounced as it hit the floor. You stared at it for a moment in shock, before putting down the book in your hands and gawking at the massive round of fur at your slippered feet.

Lion gives an unimpressed grunt. His eyes are deepset, one armored finger briefly rubs the rough blonde hair of his mustache.

"Have you not seen a pelt before, woman?"

You give him a furrowed brow back, removing yourself from your chair and getting to the floor. Your dress wrinkles under your knees, fingers combing through the long, grey fur. It's slightly rough, but thick- and incredibly warm winter coat.

"I've seen a pelt before, just not this type of fur. It's so, long."

One hand on the pommel of his sword he continues to watch you stare at the, gift? Gift he's laid at your feet.

It will make a lovely blanket, you can tell by the fur that it will more than keep you warm on the rainiest of Caliban days. You only wonder how big it is, the bed you sleep on is massive to fit a man as large as Lion. Removing the ropes that tied it up into a massive roll you grab the edge of the pelt fingers slipping to the underside and-

It's, cold. Wet.

Your throat closes a bit.

Lion had given you a pelt just ripped right from the animal itself, confirmed when you unroll it further. You can still feel the stringy flesh and coagulated blood- small chunks of fat.

Not even fleshed, you can feel it moisten your fingers as you look on the underside and indeed, see a good chunk of it covered in stringy flesh and bits. Some of it has gotten on the front of your dress- you quickly push it away a bit to keep it from staining worse.

"You can tan it tomorrow. Come with me now for my armor."

He leans over just slightly and outstretches a hand for you, and for all of his gruffness, he pulls you to your feet with what you would call a semblance of gentleness.

Your dress still has a small stain of innards on it, but it's largely unnoticeable due to the dark green fabric and other finery decorating the front skirt of your dress. No one will notice, the room that Lion removes his armor in is dark and cold, with wind echoing through the cracks in the stone.

"It must've been a large beast,"

You say, as your hand falls from his grip. He looks down at you, and there's something in his eyes that's heavy enough to make you feel smaller in comparison to him than what you feel normally.

He provides for you- you've never wanted for anything with him.

"It was."

[mothiir]

My personal hc is that when Lion learns how to have sex properly, he becomes an absolutely horny freak. Bro is pawing at your clothes the second he gets alone time with you. Bro is tracking your ovulation cycle by smell, bro is eye fucking you in public with a stone cold stoic face, bro is sending "you up? I'm coming over to have my meal" texts when you are about to go to bed.

I am honestly obsessed with @mothiir 's characterization of horny Lion just because he's written as such a mindless brute. I'd call him a himbo but there's nothing sweet about him. He IS dumb tho, but that's 'cause he JUST NOW discovered woman were an actual THING and not just some mystical wraithbeing that comes and steals your man-seed while you're sleeping to then use to give birth to OTHER men.

He grew up feral. You gotta give him some slack.

But yes, please be aware that the moment you have made yourself "available" to the First Son, that you have been strictly promoted and delgated to bed warmer. (Though you could argue it's a demotion)

Tags: Possessive behavior, power dynamics, *consent isn't a thing for these dudes*, marathon sex,

Lion is a wise and stern leader with everyone else, but with you? His eyes will glaze over with a feral, possessive glare that never seems to quite leave you. For the sake of your modesty, it's best not to be in crowded or well-occupied spaces if the Lion will also be present. He does not care about propriety. He will not care if his sons or his crew are present while he hoists you in his arms to suckle a bruise on your neck just because he suddenly god a craving for your skin. And while he won't have his way with you right then and there, there is no mystery as to why he is ushering you out of the command deck and back to his quarters.

It would be less humiliating if people just called you his whore, or even acknowledged what was happening, but their fear and respect keeps them stone-faced at the physical displays of possession Lion commits to your person. You have a deep seated resentment to him about it, you used to have a good relationship with most of these people and now they can't even really look you in the eye.

The Lion had to be trained when it came to having you. You had to appeal to his knightly virtues to allow your weak body to rest in between the exhausting couplings he put your body through.

He will sneer and sigh and roll his eyes at your display of weakness, but he will obey. But just know that while the Lion will heed your words for a time, do not think he will wait forever. His patience has a limit, and when it boils over, there not much that can be done to prevent him having his way with you. Despite your complaints of a busy day and needing rest, he will continue to undress you and maneuver your body to his liking, all the while grumbling at your whining.

"My lord, please, I'm so tired." You whimpered

A contemptuous snort is heard behind you as your primarch effortlessly lifts your hips to his desired angle. "So sleep then." Was his cool retort.

He is not a gentle lover, but he does not wish to absolutely destroy your body either. His pace is relentless yet steady. The biggest challenge is his stamina, as you could have orgasmed twice already on his cock but still his rhythm does not falter. The tightening of your fluttering walls causes him to grunt in satisfaction at the squeeze, but he will not change his pace. While he loves filling you up and watching your pulsing and swollen cunt drip his spend, part of the fun is simply feeling the walls of your tight cunny flutter around him. You always got so wet, and the way your muscles clenched around him felt like your insides were desperately trying to make room for him, panicking and seizing with the effort to accomdate such size. It was always such a squeeze, and seeing how you squirmed and gasped from the effort of taking him each time, why wouldn't he want to spend as long as possible savoring it?

There was one particular night that would prove to be the most taxing of your life however, when one evening, before Lion had to leave on a diplomatic assembly with a handful of brothers, requiring him to be off world for several weeks; you had cruelly denied him your body, declaring that you had yet to fully recover from a bout of fever that had disrupted your whole week and drained you of energy. You still remember his look of betrayal at your statement, but without any verbal complaint, he sullenly gathered you into his arms and held you the rest of the night.

You were not prepared for the pent-up tension your poor lord and lover burdened himself with while away from you, the tension in his limbs and face oozed with barely contained energy. Oh, you had tested his patience, dear one, and he is no longer in the mood for clemency.

On his return, your lord grimly stole you from your meeting with a few close serfs and practically tossed you into your shared bedroom. He was not rough with you per se, but his resound silence and lack of reaction to your nervous questions and appeasements alarmed you.

When you think back on it, you marveled at how you survived. The man had spent the better part of two hours simply eating you out. You contorted into such a helpless postion, forced on your back with your legs lifted up and folded around his shoulders. He did not heed your screams or wails of mercy as your body went well past the point of over-stimulation. You remember trying to scramble free when he finished only for him to let out the most ferocious snarl, freezing you like some startled doe.

The Lion had seized you by your waist and, with a punishing grip, dragged you back under his mass before forcing your head down. At that moment, he had deigned to speak. "You will not receive mercy from me, girl. " His voice void of any softness. "Remember this next time you think of depriving what I am rightfully owed."

You did not count or keep up with how long he used you, you remember the sun setting and the room darkening from the cover of night. Lion had enough sense to keep you hydrated, bringing the life-saving water to your lips twice, but he did not allow for any extended rest. After he allowed you a few gulps of water, you were once again guided back down, maneuvered into the whatever pose he wished from you. Lion did not care if you passed out. He was determined to make up for lost time.

The sun was finally rising over the hills and forests when he quenched his lust. Studying your body, he made a concerted effort to memorize every detail of your spent form. Your lips swollen and cheeks dried with tears, your neck and breasts were decorated with the colors of bruises, bites, and gleeming with spit. Your hips, waist and thighs were very much the same and your cunt, oh by all that is good in this world your pretty, pitiful looking cunt. He had absolutely wrecked you. He could not keep the pleased smirk on his face at the sight of you.

When you finally woke up again, you had been cleaned, clothed, and a bowl of some hearty stew steamed on the bedside table, patiently waiting to be wolfed down.

The Lion is a relentless and suffocating lover, but he knows the importance of taking care of what is his.

You made a concerted effort after, to accept his attentions, wherever they occurred, as you would rather deal with his wandering touches and obsessive worship than endure whatever beast had corrupted him from his forced abstinence.

In a hilarious show of consequences, however, the Lion was forced to leave you untouched for several days following his outburst for the sake of your health. He did not complain half as much, though, as you graciously allowed him access to lick, bite, and suckle anything above the hips. Your lover was simply an affectionate man, and it would behoove you to meet the poor, starved knight halfway.

[mothiir]

After about eight months of writing 40k fanfic I’ve finally started reading some actual canon. It’s the night lord omnibus . I love them all but cyrion is my fave. He so snarky

[mothiir]

what we don’t talk about enough is the fact that at least some of the primarchs first response to having a crush would be “welp got to kill that mortal wench”

[mothiir]

Ya know, I think the biggest difference between Tumblr Warhammer fans and other groups of Warhammer fans, is we here in the Tumblr swamp want whimsy and fun, because even in the grim darkness of the far future we want to enjoy life and have silly things.

[mothiir]

an idea for a homebrew chapter I would make if I had spare money or painting talent

a raven guard successor chapter based on magpies. They wear black and white. They like glitter and swag. They steal stuff more than the blood ravens. They are specialists in stealth attacks but they are best known for being able to harry and badger larger forces into retreat by small sharp attacks that make them think they are facing a larger foe

(Based on the habit magpies have where they literally annoy predators into leaving.)

shit at names though. The Lunar Magpies? The Celestial Corvids?

[mothiir]

The Pale King

[mothiir]

[🌌]Inter atramentum et stellas

Here I am, entering the Warhammer 40k Fandom simply because I really liked the story, because of my boyfriend who liked it before, here I leave an unfinished sketch.

I feel a little shy posting here, it's my first time on Tumblr, be nice to this dumb girl who got into a fandom for a man with big tits and who knows how to use Excel.

[My English is so bad, I'm very sorry]

[mothiir]

Lion messing up his first ever relationship. He meets a baseline soldier who he gets to know and work with during a campaign and develops feelings for them. Soldier likes him too and at the end of the campaign, they finally do the deed. It's wonderful, they both have a great time and enjoy themselves.

Now here is where Lion fucks up.

After they have finished having sex and the solider has fallen asleep, he gets a message that him and his legion is needed elsewhere. And Lion, being the fucking idiot he is, leaves without a single word. He doesn't wake the soldier up and explain the situation, he doesn't even leave a note. Just gets armored and leaves in the middle of the night with his entire legion. Oh, he plans on pursuing and committing to this relationship, he really likes this human after all, they make him feel happy. It's just gonna be a long-distance relationship for now.

Except the soldier doesn't know this (BECAUSE LION DIDN'T FUCKING TELL THEM SHIT) so they just wake up that morning to Lion gone, the Dark Angels and their Primarch already off planet, and assume that he just wanted to fool around and play with them. This, of course, breaks their heart. But do they fall into despair? Do they cry to their friends? NO. They decide that this is a sign to never open their heart up again and to focus on their military career. Fuck falling in love, they are going to make a name for themself and forget about that stupid Primarch!

So flash forward a few years into the future. Soldier is now a general and is leading the army against a xeno's threat that's quickly getting out of hand. And who do they receive as backup? LION EL'JONSON AND THE DARK ANGELS.

Lion is happy (in his own quiet, gruff way) to see who he considers his lover again. Then he gets confused because why are they being so difficult all of a sudden? They appear upset but he can't imagine why. Meanwhile, the general is quietly seething, having to refrain from calling him all the slurs they know because he is still their superior officer. They are still very passive aggressive though.

I imagine that at some point, Lion goes to one of his brothers and asks them for advice. Probably Fulgrim or something, since Lion knows that he's been married multiple times. And his Fulgrim is just GOBSMACKED at his idiocity.

Fulgrim: "What did they have to say when you had to leave so soon after consummating the relationship?"

Lion: "Nothing, they were still asleep."

Fulgrim: "Well then, what did the note you left say?"

Lion: "... What note?"

Fulgrim: "YOU LEFT WHILE THEY WERE ASLEEP AND DIDN'T EVEN LEAVE A NOTE EXPLAINING YOURSELF!?"

Lion: "... I thought the situation was obvious."

Fulgrim: *screams into his hands*

[mothiir]

My bro ordered the commission, inspired by my fic <3<3<3

artist amriagaelraincaller

[mothiir]

[mothiir]

i think one thing that will really invariably get me to click out of a fic immediately, if i even get as far as opening it in the first place, is He Would Not Fucking Say That’s hornier cousin “he would not fucking fuck that hard or that prolifically”. like when regardless of canon personality a character enters the bedroom and immediately becomes this almost christian grey parody ultra suave dom with dubious bdsm practices and it’s like. i’m very sorry but i truly hand on heart do not think he knows how to use his dick like that

[mothiir]

!!!!!!

I love this so much they all look perfect ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️

@mothiir I really really REALLY love your Night Lords trio, and finally dared to draw them. I hope that's alright with you and that I got them somewhat right ^^°

Can't wait to read more about them ♥️🐼

[mothiir]

Whoop whoop and another Primarch portrait is done!

@meervalv0 @rivalriotrenegade Hope i did the Lion justice 🦁

[mothiir]

I keep hearing that Sanguinius and Fulgrim are both beautiful but in different ways. Fulgrim is this "human" beauty, as beautiful as a human can be, meanwhile Sanguinius is "perfectly" beautiful, to the point of coming out looking ethereal if not unreal. Which is why I propose: Fulgrim looks beautiful and approachable, while Sanguinius looks so pretty, to the point he just loops back into being uncanny, kinda like an angel is supposed to be. "Be not afraid" kind of deal. Like he is so beautiful, your brain starts screaming at you "THAT'S NOT A HUMAN" when you look at him. It's not noticeable when he is talking and is, like, moving and in action, but when he is staying still and is just looking at you, listening to you? That's when the uncanny valley feeling hits you with full force.

(eldritch/cryptid primarchs enjoyers pspsps)

[mothiir]

See I firmly believe that the emperor did have children - malcador im less sure - but I think his family was such a disaster is a clear indication that it was his divorce from his own humanity that caused problems.

he couldn’t build an empire with automatons so he made children, but then he was incapable of parenting them - because he had purged away all gentler feeling in his desire to fulfil his ultimate goals. He couldn’t be a father to the children he made and it destroyed everything he tried to build

ironically big e trying to deny his humanity cost him his vision for humanity

malcador suggested making some of the primarchs girls to cut down infighting. Big e did not do this, thus suggesting that he has had daughters and malcador has not.

[mothiir]

i think the solution to this is to let malcador pound me as much his frail ass body will allow

(this is not the solution. i just have a breeding kink and want malcador carnally)

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…..are you okay