I have been sent by a friend to give you thirsty asks. So we start with the basics.
What do you think are the primarchs wierd kinks? Im not talking, "Leman is into primal play" thats obvious. Im talking the ones you dont expect from them
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He has got a massive kink for somnophilia. He loves creeping into your chambers at night, watching you sleep all vulnerable and unaware, then slowly, methodically stripping you down and sliding his massive, throbbing cock into your slick, sleeping pussy. The thrill is in the control, the risk of you waking up mid thrust, gasping as he pins you down and pounds away until you're a drooling mess, begging for more even as he whispers threats of secrecy. He gets off on the post coital cleanup too, licking every drop of his cum from your thighs like it's a sacred ritual.
So many kinks he phased out of existence
He is fixated on chem-sex enhancements, dosing you both with custom pheromones and aphrodisiacs that turn your bodies into hypersensitive fuck machines. He loves watching your eyes roll back as the drugs make your clit swell and throb uncontrollably, then he buries his face between your legs, tongue fucking your dripping cunt until you're squirting all over his perfect features. He collects the fluids, your cum, his, mixed in ornate vials, using them as... art supplies to paint erotic murals on his palace walls while he rails you from behind.
Massive dick, bigger inferiority complex. Secretly wants you to peg him with the biggest strap you can find while calling him a pathetic siege slut but he’ll die before admitting it. Instead he just hate fucks you against blueprints until you’re dripping on siege calculations. Loves choking you with one hand while muttering how your cervix is the only breach he actually enjoys storming. He also builds custom mechanical sex devices calibrated to your exact anatomy. He straps you in, watches as the machine hammers you and hits your G-spot just right until you're screaming in ecstasy. The thing is... he gets rock hard from the data logs. Analyzing thrust velocity and orgasm metrics then using it to improve the next session by adding electro stims that zap your nipples while he fucks you.
Will fuck you on the back of a moving jetbike at 300 km/h. Loves outdoor sex on the Chogorian steppe, the risk of getting caught by his White Scars just makes him rail you harder. He loves incorporating scars, tracing your battle wounds with his tongue, then biting new ones during climax, marking you as his eternal ride while cum drips down your thighs onto the exhaust. Cums in massive pulses and laughs when it leaks down your thighs while you’re still trying to ride with the horde. Calls you 'my little mare' and slaps your ass to make you gallop on his cock.
His kink? Hmm, temperature extremes, ice play mixed with fire. He freezes toys in Fenrisian ice then shoves a chilled dildo deep into your ass while he warms your clit with his hot mouth, alternating until you're shivering and burning. But the weird part? Pack integration: he invites his wolf companions to watch (or lightly participate with nuzzles), growling possessively as he mounts you doggy style, his massive balls slapping against you, filling your cunt with hot cum that he then laps up himself, sharing the taste in messy kisses. Howls when he cums. Loves scent marking. He rubs his cum into your skin and beard braids it into your hair. Will piss on you if you beg nicely and call you his good little bitch.
The kink you don't see coming is architectural voyeurism, he designs hidden peepholes and mirrors in his fortresses specifically for spying on you masturbating. He watches silently, stroking his rigid cock then bursts in to... fortify you: piling on restraints like living architecture, fucking your mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts while reciting siege tactics. Unexpectedly, he has a cum inflation fetish, pumping load after load into your belly until it bulges like a breached wall, then plugging you to 'hold the line' overnight. Secretly loves when you safeword just so he can switch to aftercare daddy mode and cradle you like you’re fragile porcelain. Has a praise kink that makes him cum instantly if you call him 'my perfect fortress'.
Fear play, blood play, knife play, breath play, these are obvious. What isn't that obvious is prophetic sadism. He uses his visions to predict your orgasms, edging you for hours with flaying knives tracing your skin, just shy of cutting. Then at the foreseen moment he impales you on his veiny cock, tearing screams from your throat as he alternates pain and pleasure. There's also something else. Corpse aesthetics: he adorns the bed with flayed skins (it shouldn't be that suprising, given his whole tendency to flay people) fucking you atop them, whispering futures of your beautiful death while cumming deep in you, leaving you leaking and marked with bites.
Breeding kink. He wants to knock you up so bad it hurts him. Drinks your blood from the thigh while eating you out, loves carrying you mid-flight and fucking you 10,000 feet/3000 km up, wings wrapped around you like a feathery cocoon while he fills you with what his seed. But there's something else you probably wouldn't expect/think of. That's wing worship with a humiliation twist. He makes you polish and preen his massive wings with your tongue then uses the feathers to tickle your oversensitive holes until you're begging.
The obvious is metal bondage. I am not saying he doesn't have it, he does but the more interesting kink is something else. Cybernetic upgrades. He grafts temporary implants onto your erogenous zones like vibrating clit piercings linked to his own systems. He syncs them to his heartbeat, fucking you while his iron hands grip your throat, the implants pulsing in rhythm until you both overload. But that's not all. He has a melting fetish: heating metal toys to near molten, cooling them just enough to slide into your pussy, the residual heat making you clench around his cock as he forges... new alloys with your mixed fluids.
Fucked you so good the Emperor hit delete button
Okay, so rough hate-sex is obvious and present but there's more. Pain-sharing empathy. He uses the Butcher's Nails to link your sensations, so every thrust into your tight cunt sends jolts of agony-ecstasy through both of you. He chains you in the arena, fucking you publicly amid cheers, his nails buzzing as he chokes you to the brink. And there's nail worship, where he makes you suck the blood from his implants post fight, then uses the slick to lube up and double penetrate you with a weapon hilt.
He's ultimate control freak service dom. Will schedule your orgasms in five year plans. Excel spreadsheet of your kinks. Eats pussy like he’s writing a codex entry. Methodical, perfect tongue technique, logs your moans for 'data'. He drafts, um, treaties of your submission, making you sign consent forms mid-foreplay then enforces them by scheduling orgasms with timers. He bends you over his desk, sliding his cock into your ass while dictating reports, pausing to spank you for infractions. He also loves covering you in cum like sealing wax then stamping Ultramarine symbols into the mess with his signet ring.
But the second you call him daddy in Gothic? He snaps and fucks you over the desk until the aquila stamp is imprinted on your ass.
He is a bit harder to me, idk why, but here's what I thought of. Fitting or not, you tell me.
He has fermentation fetish. He brews custom elixirs from bodily fluids, aging them like wine then force feeds you sips while eating your pussy sloppily. He also loves holding his scythe to your throat while he fucks you, telling you how beautiful you look. He makes (or asks?) you inhale the chemical fumes from his armor vents until you’re too high to walk.
Psychic tentacle orgy king. Can and will manifest a dozen shimmering red tendrils to stuff every hole and warp around your clit at once while he reads your mind to find the exact fantasy that makes you squirt hardest. Likes narrating your own thoughts back to you in the most obscene Old Prosperine poetry while you come apart. He can and will shrink or grow his dick on command. He loves library sex where he bends you over ancient tomes and fucks you senseless.
Can astrally project a thousand psychic copies of his cock into your nervous system so you feel yourself getting fucked by him in every major organ simultaneously. Once made you cum so hard your soul briefly left your body and he railed your ghost mid-astral plane while your physical body convulsed on the library floor.
Horus definitely have breeding kink but there's nothing unusual or unexpected in that one. He will have you cockwarming him during Warmaster briefings, smirking while you try not to moan in front of the Mournival. He will later order Abaddon, Little Horus, Torgaddon and Loken to stand there and watch while he ruins you on the Vengeful Spirit’s strategium table. Makes you thank each of them by name when you come. (Yes, this is the warmaster’s version of foreplay.)
In private, he loves fucking you while you’re wearing his cloak pinned around your naked body. Has 100% bent you over the Luna Wolves’ victory table and taken you from behind while the cloak drags on the floor and your tits are pressed against the hololith of the planet you just conquered. And if you praise him while he fucks you? Be prepared to be fucked senseless and flooded by his cum.
With him the religious kink and worship play are obvious. But what if that's more of a blasphemous religious kink mixed with body writing? He covers you in scripture quotes written in his own blood then fucks you on an altar while reciting the Lectitio Divinitatus. Wants you to scream 'there is only the Emperor' right as you squirt all over his cock so he can whisper 'wrong' and come inside you. I also love to imagine that he loves eating you out while murmuring praying into your cunt. But there's something you wouldn't expect him to do (probably). He edges you to the brink of climax and then stops. Every. Single. Time. He brings you right to the edge of orgasm, feels you start to flutter and clench, and pulls away, torturing you in the most... pleasant way? He can and will do this for hours.
Vulkan is molten sin wrapped in kindness. You physically cannot take all of him unless he spends an hour stretching you first before you can even take the head. He loves watching his hands spread your flushed lips apart, murmuring how beautiful the contrast looks. When he finally sinks get in, it's like being filled by living lava: scorching, perfect pressure that makes your eyes roll back and your legs shake. He comes in long, burning hot waves that flood you so hot it feels like your womb is glowing. He never pulls out after, just wraps his hands around you, presses your back against his chest and keeps you plugged full while his seed steams between your thighs. He calls you 'my little ember'.
There are a few that probably more expected with him but these are the only ones I could suddenly think of. Invisibility play: he stays unseen while he touches you, kisses you, slides inside. Only the heat of his breath and the tremble in his hands prove he’s there. Voyeurism with guilt: watching you from the dark for hours, flushed scarlet, cock leaking, too shy to interrupt until you beg.
Feather tease: one raven feather dragged over nipples, clit, the sole of your foot until you’re sobbing; then with his voice cracking he asks if he may gag you with a mouthful of them while he finally takes you.
Whispered commands: barely audible praise and filth in your ear like 'come for me, love… quietly now' that make you climax the instant he finishes the sentence.. Aftercare hiding: when he finishes he buries his burning face in your neck and lets the shadows keep stroking you both, too overwhelmed to speak. Everything is gentle, reverent, almost apologetic… until the darkness proves how thoroughly it owns you.
Alpharius Omegon blindfold you, bind you and begin. Two identical cocks, two identical mouths whispering the same lies 'I’m Alpharius' 'No, I am' while they swap holes mid-thrust. One fucks your mouth, the other rails you then they switch again without warning. They come in perfect sync, flooding both ends, still arguing softly about which twin is which. You never find out. You leave dripping, marked with the hydra and deliciously unsure if you were fucked by one primarch in two bodies… or two in one. 'We are Alpharius' they murmur together.
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