talm bout that oviposi 🥴

18+ ONLY. currently obsessed with warhammer

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just found out Elasmosoma luxemburgense fucks ants in the ass. incredibly vindicated

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[ilyapasta]

Guys maybe someday I'll finish and post fanfiction again. That was a fun time. When I was doing that.

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cant believe no one has written a mid-unification fic where a bunch of visibly aged and extremely unwashed thunder warrior veterans gangbang one of those brand new prettyboy "space marines" on the dirty floor of a barracks-tent during one of the shared campaigns

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Perturabo tramp stamp to make sure his sons don't have hopes and dreams.

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imperial fist settling for an ultramarine bc at worst he's going to be like [nasal voice] "i need to check the codex to see if strangling you with barbed wire is ok with my dad" instead of [even more nasal black templar] "you are a disgrace to the sanctified ground you stand on and should be hanged by your own bdsm harness"

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uriel "sword from a wound" ventris saying grace before sucking honsou off. aaaand send post 😌

[feral-testing-creature]

I hate medical porn videoss because almost allll of them are just…. “Oh doctor I’m sick and the cure is to blow you” or just a guy in gloves and a mask but fully unclothed….. I want hours of footage of obscure stuff. Both staying clothed, a normal medical examination where even if the subject is clearly turned on the doctor doesn’t acknowledge it. They ease in needles instead of dick and coo praises and compliments. No stupid subjects that play dumb about being fingered, they know it’s wrong but the doctor doesn’t seem to phased as they do it. Feeling and exploring before pulling away, disinterested in allowing release….

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I did not know anything abt warhammer 40k until I came across your blog but it’s subject matter checks a lot of boxes for me fetish wise and I was wondering if you had any recommendations for where to start with the franchise if you are a depraved pervert

for perversity, start with the short novel "space marine" from 1993. nothing else really comes close to its blatant level of "the author was definitely typing with one hand and jerking off with the other"

[angst-loch]

Of all the weird fetish stuff, I think “arthropod that wants to have sex with humans” is perhaps the most gratuitous, especially with regard to arachnids. Spiders, scorpions, even mites and ticks have grace and beauty that far outweighs anything a man could provide.

Which is why you should be grateful that the pretty human you went home with turned out to be a many-legged siren, stripping you of your clothes and pinning you to the ground with its limbs. Its legs curl around you, locking you in place as its large, chitin-plated cock enters you, its ridges and barbs scraping your walls as it begins to fuck you deeply with a slow rhythm.

When it’s satisfied itself sexually, it will proceed to do so in gustatory fashion; run ragged by its bitchbreaker, you’ll be powerless to resist as it begins to eat you alive, injecting you with enzymes that melt your flesh as you struggle weakly against its jaws.

[angst-loch]

Don’t know nearly enough Warhammer 40k lore to be having porn OCs but I’ve been fixated for a long time on a Slaaneshi sorcerer or heretech who gets off on cracking Astartes open and morphing their pallid bodies back into some semblance of ordinary mortals. Prying off their armor and fused skin, grafting soft skin over their newly exposed muscles. Extracting their implants while they’re conscious, showing them each sacred organ before placing them in containers or just checking them in the incinerator. Molding their genitals according to their utterly perverse tastes and sick whims; the warriors they operate on are as likely to leave their operating room with virginal cunts between their legs as they are with massive horsecocks, or nothing at all, their mouths and assholes their only vessels for the pleasure and agony of the Dark Prince.

Of course, most of their subjects *don’t* leave the operating room. Less than half of them survive to become shortlived sex toys for Slaanesh-spawn, a rare few might persevere and become corrupted servants of Chaos, but most die before all of their implants are removed. Fortunately, the operator has plenty of use for their geneseed, using it to create twisted Marine-like monsters to torture their “brothers.”

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how am i supposed to be normal about "they hypno-indoctrinated them so hard so many times in a row it scarred their frontal lobe, and then they did it more so they could have a new, extremely obedient personality to replace the one that was just burned out of them"?????

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HOLD ON. PAUSE.

ASPIRANTS? good gravy they're doing that FIRST THING??? no catalepsian no nothing, not even a good morning just "Gᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ꜰʀʏᴇʀ"

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hmmm what if before they fully figured out hypnoindoctrination they were cruder and messier with it during pre-unification experiments 👀 absolutely shameless neophyte tortureporn

There was something beautiful in the broad strokes of it, thought Biomechanist Kew Guskin. The details were all ugly, of course, the stench of hyperacidic bile mingling with charred flesh, the sound of restraints being tested to their limits overlaid with the pervasive resonant hum of electricity. It was a nightmare-dream of any petty security state's chief of interrogation. But rather than criminals, or defectors, or spies, those subject to this torment were a crop of youths being cultivated by the burgeoning imperium.

Hanging from one of the many, many restraint racks in the room was a successful, compatible product. Sweat suffused with heavy metals colored the thin cloth shift he'd been afforded to distinguish him from organ-source livestock. Without it, he'd look just like one of them, at least while he was still coming down from the mutilation of his brain. If his head had not been kept in place by bands of steel, it would have fallen to his chest. Instead he stared slackjawed across the room, unable to notice the inventor of his torment just paces away from him. Inflamed patches pulse on his temples, occipital, and a dozen other points, each centered on a pinprick wound weeping a mixture of blood and cerebral fluid. The machine has paused its work so that he is not boiled into a vegetable by trapped electrical heat. Soon he will achieve awareness, and he may scream and struggle, and almost certainly piss himself when the electrodes slide back into his brain, but for this brief moment he is a mindless body, quietly breathing, a rare state of rest that will only get rarer as he grows.

Some racks down the line, another stands empty, a youth hesitates, suspicious that the thing happening in here to each of his peers is nothing less than lobotomy. They came from every corner the Emperor laid eyes on, and so many of them had been wretched specimens in the beginning. But like patches of sawgrain greedily drinking the runoff of industry, there was no gift so vile that they could afford to refuse it. Taken from the cold thin hands of countless tribes to be raised in the belly of the imperial palace, their food was laced with unnatural metals, they were subject to surgical interventions that echoed the technobarbarians save for the neater stitching, but every previous insult to their dignity paled before this latest innovation. Control. They needed to be controllable. Predictable. The time for blunt instruments would soon come to a close, to be replaced by one of balanced blades. Guskin takes only two steps towards the lingerer before he gets on the rack. His fears had been well founded, but whoever cared about the fears of their own troops? Better to relieve them of the capacity in the first place.

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perturabo sure has a lot of ports and cables directly connected to his brain, it sure would be terrible if someone took advantage of that and gave him something to be paranoid about. oh whats this over here

so he's obviously got issues, mentally. paranoia, violent outbursts, normally that kind of thing would be fine if he wasn't doing that to imperial property (which includes his own legionaries).

and, well, he's already put all these convenient cable-slots that link directly into his brain... so maybe he gets some experimental gadget plugged in to one of them to "help" with that. he doesn't get to say no to it. he's already shown he's not willing to seek help when he needs it. so why would they listen to him?

the device is a neuromechanical circuit breaker. its a quick and dirty solution that keeps him from trying to break random people in half. originally it was meant to "fix" angron... which unfortunately Did Not Work, but because its still set at that same strength, perty gets absolutely flattened by it whenever it activates. zero thoughts head empty, instantly. like pulling the cartridge from a console. the lights are on, no one is home. and a few minutes later, sometimes sooner, sometimes longer, it turns off. and the last few minutes are just a missing space. he wasn't there. he didn't exist, not really, not as a person.

over time he learns how to avoid being subject to that terrifying experience. Maybe he learns to behave... or maybe he becomes completely cold-blooded, because he's being punished for feeling things.

and im sure all that will definitely, positively, not make his paranoia worse. and surely it won't make him even more determined never to ask for help from anyone... which means he wouldn't want to tell anyone about it of course. if they knew, some of the other primarchs would be outraged on his behalf, even if they hated him! but he isn't telling a single soul outside his legion, and even then no one who doesn't strictly need to know. which makes it really embarrassing when it goes off right in front of dorn. which, incidentally, is infuriating... uh oh...

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hearing my friend say "iron warrior being pinned down" and getting so hard i pass out

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"but i only want to fuck so-called 'monsters' because oppression makes me feel like a 'monster' myself! you understand me, right?"

uh huh... sure. have you heard of traumatic insemination?

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

godddd i love when a power imbalance is just crazy. a random drunk UM scout with zero notoriety x actual fulgrim. delicious

[candyskiez]

I love when a character wants to be someone's dog so so bad. Dont mean it in a sexual way (although that can also be a part of it) I mean like. Let me be your loyal companion let me stay by your side give me a purpose in exchange for endless unconditional love let me stop being a person love me like it's my only use. Love me like that's the only thing I was made for. As you can tell. I'm normal.