#herbs nsft??

[grnherbs]

adding this to the list of photos that make me want to blow him

[whosmuts]

“Please? I know I can take it.” caedes :3

"Are you - are you sure?" he was holding as still as he could; body was trembling with the effort, as the last vestiges of his orgasm were drifting away. Caedes had summoned his thick, knotted cock, a favourite of course; and even now it was lodged deep inside his partner. The last load they'd given had been heavy; with the bulb of flesh, none of it was escaping, and their claws tenderly stroked over the softness in her lower belly. The comment about going again until they made her bulge had been a joke, until... oh, and it sent a frisson down his spine, tail twitching up. Fuck, now the idea was in his head; having her fucked out and swollen with his cum, everyone knowing just what they'd done - he groaned, curling over her again, hips starting to roll roughly again the second the knot had shrunk enough to move. "If you insist." he rasped. "I'm not stopping until you're full, no matter how much you cum."

[basilandthymegarden]

I cannot stress this enough. Minors need to stop trying to involve themselves in online communities for nsft things. Yes, educating yourself is sometimes the only way you learn about things, but you cannot be creating content for nsft communities if you are not 18 or older!!! ESPECIALLY NOT POSTING IT PUBLICLY!!! Once something is online, it is there FOREVER! I know I sound like a crotchety old man, but I’m so scared for the amount of CHILDREN that I see posting nsft TikToks and Tumblr posts and tweets.

Not to mention the amount of legal trouble that ANY ADULT THAT INTERACTS WITH THE CONTENT CAN GET INTO! Like, if you are a minor and send an nsft ask to an adult, no matter how educational the question is, the ADULT is in danger of not only being dragged online but also getting FEDERAL CRIMINAL SENTENCES!

[dropsnectar]

Fawning Rose: Vine Monster x GN!Reader

The Adventures of an Elven Herbalist Part One

NSFW or NSFT

This is my first time writing anything in 6 years so keep that in mind. Also my first smut fic. Or monster fic. I literally learned about the sexual parts of plants for this fic. Don't know how I got here but this was fun! btw if you don't like oviposition, I marked the parts with three !!! before and after that scene, so you can skip it if you want.

WORD COUNT: 3167, or 7 pages on Docs

It had been a long journey from your home country, having to cross an entire sea to get to the sleepy elven town of Hairevick. An Herbalist, you could craft pills to treat a human flu, create a poultice for a dwarves sore, work-tired limbs; even brew potions to help a beastmen ease out of a mating season-- but it was still lonely. Their were no elves about, except for the rogue eccentric nomad. 

Feeling as you had fully mastered your craft in that area, and curious about your kind, you set forth in hopes of bettering yourself. However, when introducing yourself to your neighbors, you found everyone to be polite, but detached. As far as elves went, you were quite young, and the people of Hairevick were elder and not so trusting of outsiders. But worse of all, everyone here seemed to have an excellent knowledge of the local flora and fauna, and their uses in maintaining health. There was no need for an herbalist, especially one so unfamiliar with their lands. 

You spent the entire week mourning your state over glasses and pints of botanical alcohol-- The local tavern drinks were amazing!-- until you finally met a sympathetic face. 

He had long silver hair and the wisp of a ginger beard around his sharp jaw; a peculiar trait. He greeted you friendly enough, asking how you were settling in. It turned out that he owned a store in town, selling odds and ends. He even had a little apothecary in the corner, where those who couldn’t be bothered to make a forest run would buy herbs and tinctures. 

Starved for companionship, you bombarded him with questions about clients, and local herbalism. He was jovial, and after quite a few dregs of honey yarrow grog, offered you a book on the local flora. After some midnight bonding over stories of patients, he gave you a proposition. 

He was having some issues procuring some materials from a special plant, a Fawning Rose. It had incredible healing properties, but a bad habit of uprooting itself and fleeing from anyone who wasn’t a youth. If you could lure it out and bring back anything, be it petals, roots, greens, he would pay you handsomely. Maybe even give you some lessons on how to work with local plant life.

It was for this reason that you found yourself two days into a trip to the heart of the Haire Wilds bordering town. It was not going well. 

***

The cool air caressed your skin as you entered the grove. You had caught a peculiar sweet smell, somehow floral and buttery at the same time, and had followed it with hope filling your heart. The scent had gotten so thick you could taste it, strong as a tea on your tongue. Blue wildflowers covered the ground, interrupted by the common tree route or vine. 

Your eyes followed the vines or small roots, colored a sage with a speckled gradient to midnight blue. They traveled up into the middle of the grove. Sunlight, so rare this far into the Wilds, fell down in large delicious specks from the trees. They refracted off a large flower, almost two yards in width. Its petals were raspberry pink, turning blood red in the middle. Vines from its base led upwards and rested on the low boughs of the nearest trees, framing the flower and its various young buds like some sort of ethereal art study. 

You grew excited, feet tripping over roots as you ran forward, losing a shoe. You lost balance again and landed face first into the crook of a particularly large vine and hit your head. Hard. 

Hot pain crashed through you, making you curse as you steadied yourself. You tried to get up but the heat struck your temple like lightning as you moved upwards. Alright. Best to stay down then. 

As you waited, you were able to see past the stars in your eyes and notice a slight powdery substance on the vines. It, too, was pink. 

Maybe it was the thrill of finally finding the damn thing, or the head injury, but you felt different. You could hear your heart pumping hard in your chest, pleasantly tight. Your breath was ragged, the air pushing a hard, chilling heat through you. 

Like a particularly good run, your mind registered. A high. 

Your limbs started to tingle at the tips.

The rose’s perfume felt more like a mist now. You were only a few feet away from the base flower, and the scent had turned heady. Your hunger from a missed meal seemed to be surfacing, goaded on by the delectable smell the plant was giving off. While the pain eased and the stars disappeared from your eyes, you noticed that the lightheaded fuzzy feeling stayed.

Uh oh. Not a concussion.

You had to work hard to bring the fear into your mind. There was very little anyone could do to help you out here. The best you could do was not move around too much, and hoped the Fawning Rose would cooperate.

Suddenly, you notice some movement from the roots under your palms. 

No no no not now! Please, I haven’t harvested you yet! You thought as you tried to scramble up. 

The roots moved upwards with you, shoving you onto your side. Sliding around your feet, one took your other shoe with it as it slithered about under you. Another seemed to upend itself and squeeze cooly between your toes. You jumped a bit, but your gaze and mind were slow.

Something thick gilded itself on your shoulder making you look up. Vines, three, four, five of them descended and started rubbing themselves against you like cats. The movement was kicking up clouds of the pink pollen, making you sneeze as you wiggled against the plants outer limbs.

A part of you was horrified, thinking that perhaps you had scared the thing off. After all, you had been warned that this type of rose was particularly skittish. But the plant did not seem to be gathering itself to run away, rather it was pulling you closer to itself, the dragging tearing at the underside of your clothes.

Try as you might, you couldn't seem to think. Foggy, fuzzy, your mind was like cotton. The tingling in your fingertips has spread through your body, and an embarrassed part of your brain noticed your lower body was starting to awaken too. A warmth was beginning to pool in your gut, slow and lazy. Tingly. Fuzzy, like your head.

The vines continue to rub against your body, tearing the rest of your clothes away until only skin remains. They were relentless, cool against your hot skin. Their outer layers were textured but still smooth; a foreign sensation but extremely exciting. It felt almost like something was licking you, the powder giving a wet feel as it spread itself all over. Liquid heat glazed the innermost parts of you, much to your embarrassment. 

Aphrodisiac. You finally registered. You started to curse out that damned store keeper. 

You’d been played. 

You were now at the base of the flower, with even more roots and vines cradling and moving over your body. You were… pushed? Pulled? A foot into the air, close enough so that some of the smaller buds were leaning over you, as if they were getting a good look at you. You felt a knowing, a presence from this plant now. It really was looking at you.

Some desperate part of your mind, far far back in your mind, tries to set off danger bells. That you needed to get up and run.

Ooze started to secrete from the smaller buds, and the already overpowering scent of floral butteriness seemed to multiply. It dripped out onto your belly, warm and tingling, then your chest, your inner thigh, even a bit on your cheek.

The syrup dribbled down into the planes of your mouth as you wriggled under the vines. A particularly mischievous one pushes through the plush cheeks of your ass and moves up, poking at your entrance, causing you to gasp. 

The liquid touches your tongue. It tastes just as it smells, deliriously delicious. Sweet. Hot. It was divine compared to the little rations you’ve been eating the last few days. Like youd been starving and had sudden.ly been given free reign of a pastry shoppe. But no pastry could top this silky butteriness

What little heat that had kindled inside you was now a roaring flame, putting your past arousal to shame. You groan, and pull your head up, sticking your tongue out for more. A part of you is screaming to stop and run, but it is a stupid part that is buried instantly under your sudden overwhelming need. You are desperately horny, and you deserve to feel good after all the trouble you've been through lately.  

Still sticking out your tongue, you start to moan even louder as the vine messages your entrance with its thick girth. At the same time, one of the buds above your face seems to notice your desperation, and leans down to your lips.You lick at its plush petals and sweet sweet nectar seeps into your mouth. It tastes much like a floral pastry and you suck greedily as it pushes itself deeper in. 

The petals are so soft, yet still firm in your mouth as a river of nectar floods your throat. You giggled around it as it started to take its full effect. You felt light as air, so good. 

The vines had moved over to allow a bud to circle itself around your most sensitive part. You gasped out as it started to suck you, making stars flood your already glistening eyes. Your wet lashes fluttered as it began to suck wave after wave of pleasure out of your body.You had never felt so good, you noted somewhere in your sex drunk mind.  The whole time, the bud leaked nectar, completely soaking all parts of your groin.

The nectar left your skin feeling sensitive,  and completely soaked. This seemed to please the vines, which continued to massage the oil about you, then finally push in. You cried out at the sensation. Drool started to pool out of your mouth, mixing with the nectar.

 The vines rubbed lazy curving lines around your walls, making your hips jerk and shake. They seemed to know what they were doing as they started out slow for a time, then sped up their pace, thrashing about inside you. You clench around them, overwhelmed by the unyielding sensation. The pooling heat in you was building high, and you could tell the walls were about to break.

A rogue, mischievous bud had decided to examine your hole, tracing around your entrance in lazy circles. The petals were so soft, softer than skin. The texture made you feel desperate. As if to read your mind, the bud stopped. It must have been blooming because you felt little feelers, probably stamans, tracing about your genitals, wet with its lovely, delicious pollen.

 You swore and whined and pleaded for more as the vines fucked you through it, voice garbled by nectar. Another, thicker vine veined in indigo added itself to its companions and you finally came. The rush was like being tossed in the ocean, a shock that completely enveloped your entire body in cold, pulsing ecstasy. Eyes rolling into the back of your head, your juices spilled down on the forest floor below. 

The echoes of the waves of pleasure were still rocking through you when the vines surrounded your body started to move you upwards again. The vines were slow and delicate as they handled you, as if you were precious cargo. You were brought upwards, almost as if they were about to set you on your feet. Your neck was out, as you were still suckling the addicting flower liquid. 

You noticed through your long damp hair that you were positioned just over the center of the Fawning Roses main flower. A drop of nectar slipped out from inside you and dribbled down and onto the flower's green pistil. The stigma was thick, with four fat lumps at the top. The stamen surrounding it swayed, almost as if there was a breeze. Their magenta anthers rained down more pollen, causing a beautiful gradient against the deep red at the middle of the large petals. It was a truly breathtaking sight. 

A single vine wiggled towards your face and pushed back your hair. You found the gesture almost sweet, leaning into its touch. You remained like that for a time, before the vines started to lower you on to the stigma. 

No no no, you tried to whisper, some understanding dawning; but the bud was being aggressive with its feeding, pushing further in your mouth. It had a job, and its job was to make you so desperately horny and stupid, you’d let this flower breed you. 

The stigma was a hard fit at first. Its lumpy texture felt so good rubbing against you, you couldn’t help but hump back into it. The vines around you squeezing your skin, tilting your hips this way in that, trying to make the fit. The surrounding stamen started to rub their anthers against you, two started focusing on your nipples. You continued to hump the stigma, smearing the nectars from your groin all over it. Then, finally, finally, You were able to squeeze it in. 

The vines had taken over the humping for you now, pushing you down harder and harder onto the pistil. The lumps dragged against your walls in such a beautiful way, that you screamed out babbling whines. Your skin was covered in nectar and bright pink pollen. Every part of you was being squeezed, rubbed, oozed upon with tingling liquid, that you weren’t even sure you had a body anymore, just pleasure. After you came for the fourth time, you started to feel a pulsing within the pistil.  It was like the thing seemed to grow within you.

! ! !

Ridges started to squeeze against your entrance, rubbing against your walls. They moved up, up, up, into the deepest parts of you. There was a sudden burst of warmth, then something small and squishy. You marveled at the texture, as the flower continued to lower you down on the pistil, now at a slower pace, in smaller movements. You ached so badly, but the new sensation of the objects and warmth inside you made you wanna keen louder. They felt sort of like eggs.

Seedpods. You registered lazily. You were being turned into a seedbed. 

This realization only seemed to turn you on even more. They felt so good, rolling about inside your walls. The warmth they brought rivaled the cool temperature of the pistil, a delightful duality. 

You moaned with every bulge, push, then pop of warmth and heaviness. It was getting to the point now where the vines were pulling you up off the pistil to make more room for the seeds. 

! ! !

You were cumming so much now you lost count. It was getting to the point that you were just continuously orgasming, as the seeds and the pistil dragged against your most sensitive parts. 

You may have been like that for hours, days even, the nectar kept you so dizzy you couldn’t tell time. But at some point you were so full that the pistil seemed satisfied. The wriggling stamen around you stilled, and the vines carefully lifted you off the pistil, giving one last drag within your walls.

The bloom inside your mouth slowly dragged itself out, making you whine in protest. The vines carefully laid you down at the foot of their roots, arranging your body in a comfortable position. The vines slowly retreated from your body. They lazily moved about, sometimes knocking into each other in a way that was almost comical. Their movements seemed lazy, almost like it too was spent. 

As the last vine left your skin, it caressed your cheek. Within you some affection of your own seemed to bloom. The haze that was in your mind was starting to dull, and replaced itself with the need to rest. Your heavy eyes closed and you gave into sleep.

***

You awoke without opening your eyes. You could feel that the curving mound of roots you’d been sleeping on had been replaced with fluffy grass and soil. The smell of freshly tilled earth flooded your nose, and you jolted upright, eyes wide.

The grove was quiet, and empty of the Fawning Rose. All that was left behind was you, the upturned soil it had left behind, and light dusting of pink pollen on the trees. Even the sweet pastry-like smell had left the grove.

You looked down at your naked, sore body and groaned. You could see a trail of bruises from where the vines had gripped you, along with dried out nectar and tons of pink pollen. Your stomach puffed out a bit more than normal, meaning all of this had NOT been a dream. Much to your surprise, nothing hurt though. Your body felt great, healthily spent like you had just run a marathon. Considering how hard you had been working there should have been some pain, but there wasn’t. Just the pleasant pressure of the seedpods against your insides.You recall the conversation with the shop owner at the tavern. Looks like this is the flower's healing abilities at work.

You continued to search around the grove. Your clothes were still in shreds on the forest floor, but your bag was safely tucked under one of the trees the flower had rested its vines in. With some effort, you managed to get yourself off the ground to pick it up, waddling the whole way. 

The pollen was still working its magic on you, but you guessed you had been exposed to it long enough to build a slight tolerance. Or maybe the growing rage within you was doing the trick. You pulled out one of the many glass bottles, and a silver knife. You went to work, scraping the dried nectar and pollen off your body, into the jars.

I’m gonna charge that asshole so much money, his kids will be poor. You seethed as you spent hours getting your money's worth off of every plane of your body. You’d have to birth those seed pods later too. Your insides grew warm at the thought. 

You tried not to think about how you were going to have to walk home naked, where you’d been and what you’d been doing laid bare upon your skin. It’d be free advertising tho, you tried to reason. 

You'd make a killing. Aphrodisiacs were rare, and extremely expensive, especially to a crowd of immortals. I think I'll sell these seed pods on my own though. You smiled. 

You’d make sure to be properly prepared the next time you went into the wilds.

Might do a part two, maybe with slimes next time? Also sorry about any switching of tenses, I have a hard time with that! Hope you guys enjoyed!

[grnherbs]

stop it rn I'm-

Original Sin ~ Leon Kennedy

Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

Word count: 3402

Shoutout to @myrarenee for sending the request that inspired this and being down for my idea <3 This one’s for you.

Content warnings: religious iconography, smut, sexual content, submissive reader, married leon, affair between reader and leon, cheating leon, degradation, praise, faint misogyny if you squint, strip tease, vague masturbation, handcuffs, blindfold, gagging reader, using his wife’s vibrator, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, begging, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, reader blacks out for a minute. also wanted to note this references addiction, smoking/drug use in terms of comparison to someone’s feelings. none of those things actually take place, but it is described a bit!

anywaysssssss, enjoy this one. leon and reader have no shame 

!!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! THIS BLOG AND POST ARE 18+ ONLY!!!!!!!!

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[candiid-caniine]

Hey! Long time no see, i know i said id send you a fantasy i thought you'd like but now ive forgotten almost all of it, oop!

Life happened, and uh, i saw that you mentioned your libido being a bit low, which definitely is my case too (im recovering from depression, now that im okay id love to get my FULL libido back, or at least a good percentage of it) do you have any tips on that?

Also any recs of blogs writing in the same vibe as you? (same-ish kinks would be nice but im specifically looking for queer inclusive stuff!) it makes me 10x hornier than the regular video/photo porn!

Hope you're well, you pathetic little thing!

💫

hi friend!! ugh i feel you. sorry i haven't got any advice on regaining ur libido...we just let mine wax and wane as it will, though denial has been a big help in keeping it steady!

i've heard good things abt ginseng and some other herbs. obvs use at your own risk, mind that some herbal treatments can cross-interact with certain medications, remember that pre-packaged supplement pills are often unregulated and may contain toxins, and be aware that some herbal remedies work better on pw certain anatomy than others, and finally that many herbal remedies considered to increase libido are largely untested on trans folx!

finally, sorry it's taken so long to answer this ask...i'm autistic and have been cataloguing lol. i present to you a list of other blog recs under the cut, organized by general vibe! i've tried to primarily include blogs that do their own posts rather than those who primarily reblog :)

note that my headings may provide some context as to what to expect, but you read at your own risk and each blog will typically have its own trigger warnings addressed in the header/pinned. additionally, i've not tagged some of the ppl below because they prefer that "Men DNI" blogs not interact, and idk if "no cis men" qualifies ahah!

all blogs below are queer- and/or trans-inclusive, if not exclusive! there is no detrans/misgendering, at least I don't think - i don't tend to follow those blogs.

hard kinks (blood, knives, etc; includes primarily-cnc blogs):

@puppy-mommy , who also does general t4t kink content, but does state untagged hard kinks!

@visciousest is someone whose blog i scroll when i'm in a Certain Mood ahah,, i won't elaborate

@hell-hound-bites: just. fuck. would drool on his knife blade.

@snuff-fag: its username should give you fair warning as to how wild its content tends to get, so please browse responsibly.

@condor-bait is taking a break right now, and all my love is with him as he takes care of himself. he made me feel so valid and so fuckable as a young trans person learning to love myself in a new way, and i've always been too shy to tell him how much his content meant to me one-on-one (yes, despite its often-extreme themes!), and he deserves as much time as he needs to heal!

@unwillingfvckpuppy for mostly cnc and medical kinks! if you like his style, but not so much their harder content, he also has a more-tame main blog--i just mainly follow/scroll this one!

@vampvictim: top-tier cnc/intox stuff, plus some great knife/bloodplay :)

@cryptidtid is wonderful and holy shit i follow a lot of hard kink blogs lol. incredible

@cnc-pet: i have been following her for a long ass fucking time lol. they post a lot of really good cnc and stories, but you'll also find a lot of aftercare tips and advice on her blog! i really admire blogs who try to balance horny content with best practices

@dollobotomy

general kinky content:

@excessively-queer . just plain old good shit :) there's a good amt of edging and degradation.

@clouded-king was honestly one of my earlier introductions to the queer/t4t kink community on here and how fucking euphoric it can be :) he posts some hard kinks, but generally it's a balance of a lot of different kinks so read his pinned at your leisure!

@ / cottontailx : just good kinky nsft posts :)

@ / digitalpenetration: often specifically t4t which i love!!

@femmelovefemme can step on me :)

@bigothteddies: could not build this section w/o mentioning him :) they had a big influence on my fantasies for a long time!

@hazelj-xoxo: bigtime want her to cuck me. have followed her across multiple blog deletions lol

@transpidered is forever an icon!

@subspaceemo

@writefinch for great stories and text posts

edging and denial, specifically:

@6irlpet is 1 of my go-to hands-down-pants scroll sessions :)

@droolkink is my inspiration!

@flustersluts does exactly what the name implies lol. a good helping of other kink content too :)

@puppycvnt is a 10/10!

@barkwoofbarkwoofbark: we r denial friends imo!!

@strawbrrysub

@blyssful-abyss

@urhighnessbitch is a big fav <3

non-detrans genderplay:

@butchviolence does amazing butch supremacy stuff and i,,, fucking hell. even just seeing their username puts me in a Particular state of mind ahah. they also post hard kinks so be aware as you proceed!

@mtfdomme: i literally just reblogged from her today lol. tbh i want to be their little stupid pupthing. it's not all transfem supremacy undertones/overtones, but that's what i mainly follow her for, plus just general t4t goodness! also, their general personality? and the way she shuts down people who disrespect their boundaries? huge inspiration for me!

@cuntboydestroyer: take me to the animal shelter and neuter me. good lord.

@the-kind-of-dame is the main inspiration for my recent genderplay post lol

@terfbreaking-tgirl (be warned of dykebreaking if that's an issue for you)

@barbarian-lesbian is my other inspiration for the recent genderplay post

@superiorineveryway

weird asf (/complimentary; my favorite type of shit. robots, ND-focused posts, etc):

@specksizedgoddess has introduced me to things i didn't know, like...existed, and that's saying a lot as one of my special interests is kink! never knew how down bad i was to be a tiny buggirl, nor how much i wanted to be someone's stupid little robot... BIG tw tho: there is snuff and gore content here, so proceed with caution if you don't wanna see that!

@sapphling fucked me up real good with some bird!sub bondage posts awhile back lol

@nobelisha: found them through their ghost cnc post so that's why they're in this category ahah! they don't have a pinned so proceed w awareness :)

@devout-cleric: hierophilia/religion kink, and i'm something of an acolyte of hers :) if you've read this far down you may as well know i'm her Little Lamb anon lol

piss/omo:

@latenightomo

@pissheartmybeloved - their URL makes me crack up every time, plus good content!

@hold-it-a-little-longer - good scenarios/imagines!

@ohmyrashi - (i think) my original intro to omo!

monsterfucking/terato:

@septimus-moonlight was my first real introduction to trans-positive terato and i've never settled for half-fun cis-oriented terato ever since :) mind tags!

@eggedbellies as well!

@bredpun doesn't appear to be active lately but still good for a scroll!

@steamandcream

@of-mutts-and-men

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Worthy Prize

This is for @tolkienpinupcalendar Monster Fucker May

Pairings: Azog x Captive! Tauriel

Rating: E

Themes: Smut / NSFT | Dead Dove

Warnings: Captivity | Non-consensual drug use | Kissing | Marking | Rough Sex | Non-consensual sex | Monsterfucking

Wordcount: 2.1k

Summary: After returning to his keep, Azog is presented with the elf he captured during a raid.

Minors DNI | 18+

Azog made his way to the raised dais and took his place in the lord’s seat. His mother followed him. She took her customary place—standing by his right shoulder—and she waited for her son’s newest conquest to be presented to him. 

“An elven bedslave,” Uthri, his mother, said. “One who was the leader of the Elvenking’s own guard, no less. You must be well pleased, my son.” 

“I am indeed.” Azog glimpsed at his mother. Age and a lifetime of war had not diminished her in any way. She stood proud and tall as always, with a thick spear in her hand and her soot-black hair oiled and pulled up to form a neat top-knot. A scar cut across her face from the hairline on one end to the cheek on the other end, barely missing her right eye. A permanent reminder, he knew, of the last battle she fought. “I trust she did not trouble you and your attendants on the journey here.” 

Uthri snorted. “She fought us like a vicious cat,” she said, and she smiled. “But she is docile now, thanks in no small measure to the herbs we make her consume with her meals. She will give you no trouble in the bedchamber; you have my word on this.” 

Azog nodded in approval. “That is good,” he said, “for I have had my fill of violence for the present. And I do not wish to bloody this elf before I have had the opportunity to grow tired of her. Have her brought in.” 

His mother thumped the butt of her spear against the floor and called out an order. A commotion was heard just outside the hall Azog used for audiences—a shuffling of many boots, the rasping voices of other orcs. Another command rang out. Someone was told to make haste instead of tarrying. Then the high, wooden doors were pulled wide open. An elf with fiery red hair and her hands bound in front of her was pulled along by several orc warriors clad in boiled leather armor. A few had shirts of mail as well due to their higher rank. They walked up to the dais without saying a word. 

“There she is, my son.” Uthri uttered with pride. “The reward that you have earned with your victory.”

The High Orc chieftain regarded his newest conquest with barely disguised interest. Her hair was washed and brushed. It shone like new copper. Her robe was orc-made—linen woven from flax, with a thin leather belt around her waist. It was a slave's robe—unembroidered and a drab brown, for it was Tauriel's new fate: to serve another as their thrall. Her deep green eyes had glazed over, as if she were not fully in command of herself. The shadow of a bruise could be seen around her right eye, a sign that she had been struck not long after she had been placed in his mother’s hands. Azog’s gaze cut back to his mother. 

“As I said before,” Uthri remarked, her tone crisp, “she fought us like a vicious cat. I had little recourse but to strike her. Otherwise, we would not have been able to continue with our work.”

“I am not offended in the slightest,” her son returned. A thrall brought him a cup of ale. He drained it all in one swallow and gave it back for the thrall to take. “And I assume the herbs are the cause of that clouded look in her eyes?”

“Indeed, my son.”

“Good.” Azog rose. A closer inspection, he decided, was necessary.  

Tauriel stood where she was, unable to fully move her limbs of her own accord. It was as if her body was not truly her own. She blinked her eyes in a vain attempt to clear her head. One of her last clear memories was of fighting orcs along the southern border of Mirkwood. Other elves fought beside her. She grappled with one of the fell creatures until she got the upper hand and slit its throat with her blade. The few who remained fled back to the shadows from whence they came, and the elves halted their attack; they were certain they had won. Letting down their guard was an act of sheer folly in the end. Other orcs, who had kept themselves well hidden, ambushed them while their attention was turned elsewhere. Her fellow warriors fought long and hard before they fell to orc blades. She, on the other hand, was kept alive and taken captive by the one who overpowered her, the tall, pale orc who led the raid. It was the same tall, pale orc who stood before her now, the one who placed her in the hands of the one who struck her after he took his leave of them, and she tried to fight her way to freedom.

“Pretty, for an elf,” he murmured, circling her. “And with hair that has been touched by fire, all crimson and gold. You will serve me well, I think.”

“You…” Tauriel struggled to frame a reply. It was as if she did not even possess the will to form words. She closed her eyes and attempted to speak again. “You are mistaken… filth.”

Azog threw his head back and laughed, a chilling sound. “How I relish the names you elves call us!” He cried, amused by her insolence. “Defiance is futile, she-elf. You will serve me. This is the fate you have brought upon your head.”

“I… I will not… serve you,” Tauriel managed, “in any way.”

“You are mistaken, elf,” Azog countered, appreciating all that he saw. “So very mistaken.”

Uthri and her attendants had done their work well. They had scrubbed the blood and dirt off of Tauriel, making her pleasing to look upon. The bruise around her eye had nearly faded, and the cut along her left cheek had already begun to heal. The scar was now a pale pink instead of the angry red it was before. Azog leaned in and breathed in the scent of birch oil that clung to her skin. 

“Have her taken to my bedchamber,” he said, satisfied. The orcs who escorted Tauriel made haste to obey. They dragged her down a narrow passageway leading to their lord’s chambers. Azog stayed behind for a while. There were other things he wished to discuss with his mother: orders that had to be sent to other orc hordes, various tasks that had to be seen to. By the time he made his way into his bedchamber, Tauriel was already abed with her hands bound above her to a bedpost. Azog disrobed himself. Boots, breeches, belt and armor all formed a small pile on the dark stone floor. Tauriel heard him. She struggled to free herself from the bindings around her wrists, and failed. It was as if her strength had deserted her.

Is it the food? she thought. Is there something they make me eat along with the rest of my meals? Something that leaves me like this—weak and unable to fight or defend myself? Tauriel lay amidst the pelts, powerless to stop the orc who loomed above her. Azog sat down by her side and brushed his hand over her hair, almost in affection. She shivered when that hand—large and callused from years of wielding a heavy mace—drifted to other parts of her.

“You fight fiercely, she-elf,” he observed. “Claiming one such as you for myself is a great honor indeed.”

“I… I will never… be yours,” Tauriel spat weakly.

Azog laughed again. His meaty fingers brushed over her breast and tightened on her nipple through the fabric of her robe. It sent an unwelcome shiver down her spine.

“You will never be mine,” he echoed, and he pinched hard. Tauriel gasped in shock and pain. “And yet you are here, bound to my bed, unable to free yourself, and unable to call for aid. Learn to make peace with your new lot in life. There is no escape for you now.”

The orc chieftain wasted no time after that, so eager was he to savor all the captive elf had to offer. He leaned down and kissed her, kissed her until she was silent, kissed her until she felt like she could no longer breathe. Tauriel whimpered when he pinched cruelly, inflicting even more pain, and when she felt the heat of his kiss, one that was all teeth and tongue. The sounds she made encouraged Azog to go further, and go further he did. He moved to rest over her, pinning her down and caging her to the featherbed with his own weight. Tauriel writhed beneath him. Her feet struggled for purchase against the pelts. It inflamed him even more.

“Do not try to fight, she-elf,” Azog growled in her ear. “You will not succeed.”

He forced her thighs apart with his and clasped her bound wrists with one hand, pressing them deeper into the furs and impeding further movement. His other hand moved lower and lower until it found the hem of her robe. Tauriel shivered again; this time it was when her robe was pulled up to her waist and cold air flowed over her exposed flesh. She closed her eyes, silently enduring the assaults of her captor’s mouth as much as she endured the assaults of his hands. The one at her wrists tightened around them. The one caressing her thigh and bruising it slid underneath her smallclothes and tore them apart. Then he pressed himself against her, and she braced herself for what was about to follow.

Azog was big. Painfully so. And he was far from gentle. When he breached her with a single thrust and sank home, he let out a low moan and delighted in the sharp cry he incited from her. Tauriel was given no time to rest or grow accustomed to his intrusion. Her captor sought her lips again, then her throat, marking it with his teeth while his arm circled around her thigh, lifting it up and forcing himself even deeper inside of her with each thrust of his hips.

When they first overcame the elves, Azog was certain he was going to kill her like they did the others. Tauriel led the Elvenking’s guard, and she had killed more orcs than he could care to count. Then he stayed his hand, thinking she could better serve him alive than dead. Now—lost within the warmth of her body and roaring his pleasure loud enough for anyone outside his chambers to hear—he was glad he decided to spare her life. 

My mother was right, he told himself. This one is indeed a worthy prize.

Tauriel, on the other hand, was frightened. She found that her own body was turning against her. Pain yielded little by little to pleasure, and her cries and whimpers slowly turned into moans.

I cannot let this happen, she despaired. I cannot allow myself to yield to his embraces. He cannot have yet another triumph over me.

Tauriel’s vow to not yield proved to be a failure. She felt him despite her efforts not to do so, and she felt a great deal of him—his hot breath against her throat, his thick, large thighs pressing against hers, the brute strength that lay within his hands, and the strange but heady sense of bliss that would catch her unawares whenever Azog thrust into her. He took her without mercy, striking a place she had not felt before and making the world go dark behind her eyes when he did so. Her release came upon her without warning, an all-consuming feeling that made her twist against the pelts while she cried out long and deep. The sound of it was enough to unravel the orc above her. Azog groaned while he spilled his seed inside of her. He thrust until he softened and then he slid out of her, his needs sated for the moment.

“Rest and regain your strength, she-elf,” he hissed. He slipped out of bed and crossed over to a little table where he dipped his hands into a bowl full of water to wash the sweat off his face. Tauriel sighed. She welcomed the reprieve, however short it may be. “For I am far from finished with you this night.”

Tauriel shuddered. Her body already ached in ways she could not describe. Nevertheless, the opportunity to rest was a welcomed one, even if the one who offered it had other plans in store for her after she opened her eyes. She whispered an answer that she was certain would appeal to him, and then she closed her eyes.

I will escape, she told herself, One day I will find a way out for myself, and then I will kill them all.

She did not hear the doors to Azog’s bedchamber open, nor did she not hear the command for more of the herbs she was made to consume before. She had already yielded to true sleep.

[katsukiizmoon]

On a much less nsft note… I wanna make him an herb and oat bath soak for his muscles. Let him soak in the tub for a little and massage the knots out.

[eggyboyoart]

Handsome 2.0

Just a young artist thirsting over people who don't exist lol.

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Masterlist below - Please be respectful :D

No Title - Izuku Midoriya x GN Reader (TW: angst with comfort, slightly yandere/worshipping vibes??, religious commentary - approx. 700 words)

Dabi brainrot - League meme post (TW: food - less than 100 words)

Domestic Bliss - Shoto Todoroki x GN Reader Crack Fic (TW: Shoto being bad at cooking, fluff/crack, mentions of vomit/throwing up/gagging, Shoto being hopelessly oblivious - approx. 1800 words)

Time Freezing Quirk Theory - what it would be like to be able to freeze time in the mha universe (TW: stealing (money/objects/classified information), murder (slitting throats), psychological confusion caused by quirk-usage, nose bleeding, ear bleeding, eye bleeding, passing out - approx. 500 words)

The Quest for the Furnace - ONLY ON AO3 - canon-divergent parody of JTTW with members of the brotherhood and you :D (TW: dadcaque, tags to be added)

LMK Six Eared Macaque - silly goofy guy headcanons :D (TW: top surgery scars (we luv) - approx. 500 words)

LMK Azure Lion - silly goofy lion headcanons :D (TW: Azure with lion traits supremacy lol - approx. 500 words)

LMK Red Son - silly bull prince headcanons :D (TW: Agender Red Son (WE LOVE HER) - approx. 500 words)

LMK Tang - silly little cicada headcanons :D (TW: Smoking herbs, hoarding - approx. 500 words)

LMK Peng - silly girlypop bird bitch :D (TW: punching children, discussion of insecurity - approx. 500 words)

Liar - You and Peng fight; its not pretty (TW: blood, sharp weapon (spear), physical violence, claws, reader is part dragon, peng and reader fight, reader gets a solid wallop on peng's face - approx. 1000 words)

LMK MK - silly GAY GAY GAY baby monkie man (TW: none - approx. 500 words)

LMK Sun Wukong - silly stinky monkey loser (TW: wukong not bathing lol - approx. 500 words)

NU: carnival harem and if they would/would not fuck their clone - teehee :3 (TW: NSFW +18, mentions of 'hate-sex' (the violent kind), spitroasting and general NSFW themes :D - approx. 1300 words)

Kuya Misc. Headcanon - Kuya and drinks (TW: kuya :D - less than 100 words)

Yakumo Misc. Headcanon - Yakumo and drinks (TW: cutest little snake man ever, and kuya ig (reblogged from kuya and drinks soo..) - less than 100 words)

NU: carnival Drink HCs - Aster, Edmond and Olivine and what drinks they like :) - (TW: drinking blood (Aster obvs), a raging sweet-tooth and 'making a mess' - approx. 300 words)

Yakumo dating HCs - I LOVE YAKUMO RAHH- - (TW: poly yakumo/eiden/you ig? (yakumo has two hands), cutie-patootie - approx. 500 words)

Kuya dating HCs - Kuya, my husband - (TW: typical kuya behaviour, uncharacteristically soft Kuya (that fox is a big baby, change my mind-) - approx. 600 words)

Capitano/Assistant brainrot - Capitano and Sassy Assistant GN Reader (TW: princess as a joking nickname (referring to self) - less than 100 words)

SAGAU Winged Creator - Fun lil’ Xiao and Winged Creator brainrot (TW: heights (flying with wings), massage, could be interpreted platonic or romantic, could also be interpreted as suggestive at the end - approx. 400 words)

Scara Drawing + Body hcs - Emo Scara and ‘doll’/body hcs (TW: broken porcelain, electricity/electro, electrocuting ppl, stabbing ppl, - approx. 200 words)

Modern College Scara - Scara being attracted to idiots/you (TW: Scara calling you dumb and stupid - less than 100 words)

SAGAU creator speaking to animals - crack, pure crack and meme shit abt the creator being able to talk to animals and turns out, animals are assholes :| (TW: swearing, animals beating ppl up - approx. 200 words)

‘Wolf Day’ - Shaw pack headcanons/brainrot (TW: wolves - approx. 150 words)

Mate Job headcanons - Shaw Pack’s Mate’s Jobs (TW: cooking food/hospitality industry - approx. 560 words)

D.A.M.N. headcanons - D.A.M.N. squad headcanons (TW: talk of weapons for decorative purposes, drunkingly making out?? - approx 280 words)

Darlin’ brainrot - Shifted Darlin’ brainrot (TW: wolf - less than 100 words)

Magical theory - Fun theories about the applications of magic (TW: brief mention of gold being imbedded into skin (no blood/gore) - approx. 200 words)

Darlin’ craft store - Darlin’ owning a craft store + chaotic vamp fam (TW: none - approx. 100 words)

Darlin’ and Bright Eyes brainrot - most badass duo stg (TW: none - less than 100 words)

Darlin’ and Bright Eyes headcanons - my two faves being friends :D (TW: talk of, and I quote, ‘fucking a bitch up’ - approx. 350 words)

Lasko headcanons - Lasko being a secret hoe (TW: spicy clothes, innuendos? implied sexy times with Gavin (as per usual) - less than 100 words)

Dom Lasko headcanon - small hc about Lasko as a dom :D (TW: lasko’s irresistable sex appeal - approx. 200 words)

D.A.M.N. boy + Imperium AU headcanons - drawings abt how I think the D.A.M.N. boys look/dress like + Imperium AU as well (TW: sexiness, scars from being attacked, failed assassination attempt - approx. 700 words)

Camelopardalis/Freelancer brainrot - Freelancer relentlessly flirting with Cam :D (TW: Cam being easily flustered, Freelancer loving every moment of it - approx. 100 words)

Asset brainrot - Asset being a curious nuisance :)) (TW: none - less than 100 words)

Freelancer Revenge - Freelancer revenge brainrot during the E&E games (TW: Kody, fantastic memes - less than 100 words)

Just Grell - I love Grell sm (TW: amazing, beautiful woman - less than 100 words)

Julian’s route brainrot - brainrotting about the Apprentice, Portia, Asra and Julian’s death (TW: SPOILERS FOR JULIAN’S ROUTE, angst, little to no comfort, death, plague/sickness, incurable disease, not eating/drinking/moving for days, emotionally/mentally breaking down, crying, Apprentice really goes through it - approx. 650 words)

Stanley Parable Theory - stanley parable x presentable liberty thepry (TW: deadly virus, dying to said deadly virus, ghosts, haunting - approx. 250 words)

No Title - Handplates mini fic (TW: forgetting, gaster spoliers ig?? - approx. 150 words)

Underclash - Undertale au idea (TW: gladiator fights, fighting/killing for fun, being forced to fight for your life - approx. 

Asbestos theory - Asbestos in the facility and Chell’s life expectancy (TW: Asbestos related disease/cancer/sickness, Portal 2 spoilers? - approx. 250 words)

Your Favourite Human Hosts(TM) - brainrot abt Solomon and MC having a podcast (TW: lucifer’s ass - less than 100 words)

Rich MC Obey me! AU - Obey Me! AU where MC is like RICH rich, featuring; Asmodeus, Mammon and Leviathan (TW: money, BIG money times - approx. 300 words)

Beach Funtimes - unhinged MC, Diavolo and Lucifer :) (TW: mention of Dia's impeccable tiddies, being generally annoying toward Lucifer :), poetic rizz - less than 100 words)

Your Favourite Human Hosts (TM) pt2 - more about MC and Solomon's Morning News Podcast (TW: licking door knobs and that making ppl sick, fist fighting - approx. 250 words)

Too Far From Home - original space alien horror story (TW:  space, sci fi? murderous alien/space monster, blood, guts, gore, head wound, stomach wound, excessive use of the word moist and wet and other variations, off screen murder, implied murder at the end, not reader insert - approx. 1600 words)

S.A.P. (Super Abilities Project) - old story idea (TW: being submerged underwater for a long period of time, stressful/life threatening situations, being ‘stretched’ in a experimental/torture scenario, being electrocuted, being experimented on/tortured - approx. 250 words)

Project Control - an old story idea from like, 2017-2018 (TW: science experiments, ‘monster’/not human test subjects, murder of a test subject - approx. 600 words)

Project Control 2 - Test Subject 1 and 3 (TW: wack ass drawings/old art style, ‘monsters/test subjects’ (no gore), disproportionate body parts, ‘inhuman’ appearance. humans being experimented on, a child being suicidal - approx. 250 words)

Project Control 3 - Test Subject 4 (TW: conjoined twins, old art style, ‘monster’/non-human test subject, disproportionate body parts, ‘inhuman’ appearance, humans being experimented on, two humans being ‘merged’ into one monster? - approx. 150 words)

[grnherbs]

no i fr am SUCH a seb girl i can’t, he makes me actually BARK

[submissivekillers]

if this makes you uncomfortable, please ignore! but i was thinking maybe Herbert headcanons about what he would be like nsfw? and maybe how he would be with an s/o that is extremely ready to please, in both sfw and nsfw ways? 💜 i think your writing is great, btw

i already have a lot of nsfw Herbert hcs in his tag, so focused on the eager to please partner angle more than just general hcs! and thank you honey i love to hear it 💖

oh an eager to please s/o is the dream for Herbert

he very much values loyalty and competence - they’re just about the only things he values in people, outside of their usefulness as test subjects - so someone who’s devoted to him the way you are is 

a scientific background is ideal, of course, if only because you’re less likely to cause any damage to yourself or the subjects (he doesn’t really care about damage to himself even though he REALLY SHOULD), but he’s less bothered by a lack of experience if you’ve shown you’re willing to learn and help

it’s even surprising to him how much he enjoys having another partner in the lab! the number of people he has any patience for, let alone actually likes, can be counted on one hand; you’ve earned a rare and coveted position. even things that would annoy him coming from anyone else seem endearing when it’s you 

with that being said, you should still be able to hold your own! we all know Herbert has a domineering personality and will run roughshod over anyone who lets him, even when they’re the closest person in his life. he appreciates a helpful partner, but doesn’t need a sycophant who won’t set any boundaries 

also if he doesn’t have someone willing to slam on the brakes, he’s gonna fuck around with the wrong thing and Find Out eventually and then you’ll be down a boyfriend, which would be a shame

in all seriousness, i can’t see him realizing how accommodating you are in a nsfw context at first, simply because he’s a big virgin generally too consumed with ~science~

it’s not until the first time go to bed (or, you know, an examination table. whatever works) together that it really clicks. he doesn’t actually mean to order you around, but he’s so used to being a bossy little shit taking the lead in the lab that what’s supposed to be a polite request for you to take your shirt off comes out as a command - and when your eyes glaze over and you rush to follow his orders, waiting for the next with bated breath, it sets a fire in his blood. his next order is very much intentional

herbert: [Neuron Activation]

i’m not going to sugarcoat it: Herbert is lowkey going to use you as stress relief lmao

LIKE ok. Okay. you’re still a regular in the lab, but now in the middle of sorting files or measuring reagent he just bends you over and slides himself into you whenever he’s too frustrated to concentrate, shoving his fingers in your mouth to muffle your cries as he fucks you

and once he’s had his fill he cleans himself off and goes right back to work, leaving you sprawled out on whatever surface he fucked you on until your legs are strong enough to carry your weight (or until he needs to work off some steam again) 

he’ll make up for it once he’s out of the Science Zone™ (as much as Herbert can ever leave the science zone.) when he’s not still half-focused on his experiments, his touch is gentler, his attentions fully devoted to your pleasure - and this time, if you try and muffle yourself, you can bet he’s not going to let you

hmm i feel like he would very much enjoy having you sitting at his feet? like not necessarily in a possessive/dominant way but also yes very much in a possessive/dominant way but there’s just something kind of… domestic about having you just relaxed and on your knees, your head resting on his thigh as he scribbles notes

sometimes you doze off, because for a twig herbert has surprisingly comfy thighs, and the little noises you make as you cuddle up to his leg are cute enough that he isn’t even annoyed that you’re distracting him from his work (and making his leg go numb)

tries 2 romantically carry u up the stairs. fails. rest in peace u twink bitch

[ghoulsgraveyard]

put the phone down. im begging you.

[saccharinemeat]

sooo... sorry if this is a little suggestive for this blog (i know we're sfw here) but... femboy hooters with the cookies y/n?

YEA BOY imma draw that at some point pft at least with a few cookies

[thehorsefrom]

did bojack have feelings for herb? yes. were they romantic? who the hell knows! he certainly doesn’t. even if they were romantic, i don’t think he would recognise it as such. the only reason he ‘knew’ that he loved certain women in his life is because, well, he knows he likes women. and it’s the ‘expectation’

i doubt that this guy was very adventurous with his sexuality, considering butterscotch’s opinions about the gays. he’s not homophobic - he’s had many years to unlearn those thoughts (especially after being friends with herb), but i’d bet that he still has internalised some of it and just never really thought about looking beyond that

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Can you write for Arthur Dayne and a witch reader maybe first man magic like house blackwood? I'm not sure which prompt i should choose from spookyto

Hmmm… I will pick something for you. And since you haven’t mentioned if you want smut or not, I will stick to some soft and of course, some gore.

"Blood Moon"

Pairing: Arthur Dayne/Fem Reader (House Blackwood/Younger sister of Tytos Blackwood)

Prompt: Blood Moon

Rating: Teen and up

Themes: Soft | NSFT

Warnings: Gore | Witchcraft | Blood rituals

Wordcount: 1.3k words

Summary: Arthur finds himself bearing silent witness to a ritual he had never participated in before.

Original image is from Unsplash

Arthur stepped out of the warm solar and into the Godswood of House Blackwood, unable to comprehend the sheer size of the Weirwood tree looming over all else. He looked up, and up some more, his eyes as wide as supper plates. The tree was a marvel to look upon, tall and withered and with a hundred ravens, if not more, calling it home. Others said only the Weirwood tree of Winterfell could rival it for age and size. He did not doubt them.

“You should not be here,” you called out to him from beneath the leafless branches of the tree. The ravens did not stir for the sound; they were already asleep. “This is no place for those like you. Certainly not on a night like this one.”

Arthur was startled. He did not even know that you were there. “Your brother gave me the freedom to go where I please,” he returned, though not unkindly. “May I ask, from where did you come from, my lady? There was no one besides me in the solar.”

“The ice house,” you said, gesturing to a little structure built into the curtain wall on the left. “Why are you here?”

“I simply wished to see the fabled Weirwood tree of House Blackwood,” Arthur explained, drawing his cloak closer. The night was uncommonly cold. “And I wished to see the ravens that roost atop its branches. What are you doing out here?”

“Thanking the Old Ones for blessing the hunt.” You stepped forth when the clouds drifted in the night sky, revealing a moon tinged in red. “She Who Hunts, most of all. Because of her, you will have a hearty repast to look forward to for your supper.” 

Arthur tilted his head to one side, his striking purple eyes alight with curiosity. “The Maesters say the Old Gods have no names, or even faces for that matter.”

“Is that what they say?” You told him, smiling. “It is not true, ser,” you continued, bending down to pick up the covered, gilded serving dish in the grass. It was heavy and smelled strongly of copper, honey, and herbs. "The Old Ones have faces, and they have names. Some have hundreds. Others have thousands. And they gladly answer to them all.”

“Do they?” Arthur crossed over carefully and respectfully. He perceived a hundred unseen eyes looking back at him. It unnerved him in a way he could not describe, and it made him reach for the hilt of Dawn. “Do they only answer to their names and not prayers?”

“The Old Ones do not care much for prayers. They favor sacrifice and the labors of your hands over pretty words.” Your graze drifted to Arthur’s sword arm and where it was. “I would not unsheathe that if I were you,” you warned. “Let Dawn rest. It would be better for me and for you if you did.”

Arthur swallowed, but he heeded you and let his sword arm fall to his side. “What must I do, my lady, if I wish to remain here?”

“Kneel, ser. Close your eyes and bow your head. Do not move or even speak unless you are invited to do so.”

Arthur chafed at the command. Nevertheless, he bit his tongue and knelt. The moon was wholly visible now. The world turned crimson under its light. Arthur shivered. The moon was a blood moon, and a rare one at that. Septons declared it was a visible sign that the Warrior was looking down on the faithful. The Maesters claimed the moon appeared so simply because of too much dust floating high in the night sky. Those who kept to the Old Gods said the appearance of a blood moon meant the doorway between the worlds of the living and the dead was at its thinnest, and the Old Gods were more likely to heed the pleas of their followers. Within a few moments, he told himself, he would know which claim was correct, if any of them were. Until then, he would bow his head, and close his eyes.

You moved to rest upon your knees also, your back facing the warrior who was a guest of your brother all the while. You set the serving dish between the joints of two twisting white roots and raised the lid. You did not turn away at the sight that greeted your eyes. Nestled amidst sage and costly spices rested the vivid red heart of a stag and the hearts of many other creatures besides. They were also dripping in honey and wine.

May this please She Who Hunts, you told yourself. Then you bowed your head and placed your hands palm down against the earth. Your nails dug into the cold soil. There was nothing else to do but wait.

A strange hum moved through the air, its hypnotic thrum seeping into your bones. You did not move or lift your head. The Old Ones were already here, you realized without fear. They could see what was being offered to one of their own. All that remained was for the offering to be accepted or refused, and you prayed that it would not be refused. The Old Ones were harsh and nigh-unforgiving when angered or insulted.

Arthur kept still, not stirring even when he heard low voices speaking in a tongue he did not know. Some were uncommonly sweet. Others sounded more beast than man. Others were stranger still: waves crashing against rocks, wind howling against the mountains, the bubbling waters of a little stream. Something padded by him, their feet crushing the grass beneath them with each step. He felt it studying him keenly, and he felt its warm breath fan against his cheek. He remained still, not daring to look up even when a cool hand brushed over his hair and toyed with the edges of his travel-stained cloak. Other creatures drifted by him—great hounds by the sounds they made. They sniffed at him as well, their breath reeking of blood and meat and death. Arthur held onto the courage that was already threatening to desert him. The hounds of Raventree were safely in their kennels or sleeping in the halls the Blackwoods called home. And none of them were allowed to wander the Godswood. Arthur swallowed, his throat having gone dry with fear. These beasts did not belong to the castle. They belonged to another master. Or another mistress, if what you told him was true.

The hounds ran forward. The one who toyed with Arthur's hair walked away also, as if they were no longer curious about him. Arthur was relieved. He took a deep breath to calm himself. Was it over? He asked himself. Could he look up now? Would he be punished if he did? He was spared having to make such a choice in the end, for suddenly, the voices around him died, and a strange hush took their place, shrouding the world around him in an eerie silence.

“It is over now,” you called softly, dusting the soil off your fingers and rising. “They are gone.”

Arthur opened his eyes. “And what of She Who Hunts?” He asked, brushing bits of broken grass off his breeches as he stood up. He looked at the tree again. The ravens were still sleeping. They were not troubled by what unfolded beneath them. “Was she pleased with her offering?”

“Come and see for yourself,” you said, stepping to the side.

Arthur walked up to you and looked down at the serving dish. He nearly recoiled. The sage had withered, the wine and honey had disappeared, and the spices and meat were now black with rot. “What is the meaning of this?” He asked.

“She Who Hunts feasted, as did her hounds,” you replied, reaching for the little spade at your belt. “This is visible proof of it. And since she is pleased, I must bury this offering and take the serving dish back inside to be cleaned.”

Arthur shuddered. He touched his hair and then lifted his cloak. Nothing was amiss. At length, he said, “And what if she was not pleased?”

You smiled again and got down to your haunches. There was still much to be done before you could return to the warmth of your home. “You and I would both know if she was not. Please help me with this, ser. Then we can return to the solar to eat. I was told a hearty stew would be served to us first.”

[cognitosclowns]

hello!!! In the reddit AMA, Shion mentioned that Robotus can only taste in 2 dimensions. Do you have any headcanons about maybe Robotus maybe getting an upgrade to taste? Maybe some NSFW thoughts? Thank you!

GKRKRKGRKGK ANON THIS IS GONNA BE AN ESSAY I HAVE TOO MANY THOUGHTS

NSFT BELOW

tw : nausea and vomiting, alcohol. Also Horrific Combinations of Food.

EHEHEHEHEHE THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG ONE, GENERAL STUFF FIRST

ALRIGHT so <3333,, it really is a He Didn't Know What He Was Missing situation?

CAUSE,,, AB has literally zero frame of reference for taste?? The most he can make out is Corrosive and Non Corrosive... which is basically There Is Now A Hole In His Tongue Ouch VS A Slight Temperature Change, Maybe A Textural Difference.

SO HE DOESN'T REALLY GET WHY YOU MAKE SUCH A SAD FACE WHEN HE TELLS YOU HE CAN'T TASTE ANYTHING????

The only reason he decides to give himself taste buds is bc you Insist smdnsmd he probably wouldn't bother otherwise.

he DOES have a stomach... kinda - its a tank he can remove and plug into an incinerator!!

AWE BUT <333

OKAY BUT <333 he doesn't have the human flaw of what I like to call Stomach Hurty (tm). He can eat nearly anything so long as it isn't,,, corrosive. this means that this man will create the most batshit combinations of food

Every single time you've asked the question 'hey what would an orbeez taste like - oh wait no that'd kill me' WELL GUESS WHAT IT WON'T KILL HIM.

HIS BODY DOESN'T GIVE HIM THE SIGNALS OF 'oh god spit that out its gonna kill you' NOPE HES GONNA FUCKIN GO FOR IT AND LOVE EVERY SECOND.

Just,, taking a bite out of a whole lemon like it's an apple bc He Likes The Tingle. You come into the kitchen to make yourself breakfast and he's sat at the kitchen table with a Bowl Of Dried Herbs eatin it like cereal while he reads. You'll catch him spreading toothpaste on a tea biscuit like nothing is wrong. You can visibly see him debating taking a bite out of the pencil you left on the table because.

I MEAN IT'S USUALLY ALL VERY NICELY PRESENTED BUT IT'S ALSO REPULSIVE. YOU LEARN NOT TO ASK WHAT HE'S EATIN BC,, IT NEVER LOOKS AS WEIRD AS IT ACTUALLY IS????

'oh, what's that?'

'whipping cream, raw eggs and sprinkle of pinesol <3 it creates this fantastic curdling effect :)'

'that's nice dear </3'

YOU LEARN VERY QUICKLY TO NEVER STEAL ANY OF AB'S FOOD BC ITS ONLY RARE OCCASIONS THAT HE EATS FOOD THAT WOULDN'T CAUSE YOUR INSIDES TO BECOME YOUR OUTSIDES.

his first time experiencing spice sure is something <3

'oh that- ow, ow - ah!'

'y- oh it's chili <3 it's spicy! It's supposed to hurt.'

'how have humans survived this long when you actively eat things that hurt you-'

after he gets through his Usual Dramatics he,,, does end up really enjoying spice!!!

Andre and Myc give him Poprocks and he GRABS HIS CHEST IN PANIC BECAUSE OH GOD ITS MOVING. Very cute overall, even if they got Promptly Yelled At directly after.

Mint is a very interesting sensation for him? It's like,, The Flavor Of Cold, Without Being Cold??? When he drinks mint tea you can see his brain buffer bc,, its Hot And Cold What Is This??

same thing with Savory?? It's like,, Three Dimensional Taste - the depth of the meal rather than a Specific Flavor?? But like he'd notice it if it was gone???? the first time he eats a steak he spends a solid 10 minutes just,, trying to Explain Himself. Very cute <3

'No - it tastes like a different taste.'

' 'it tastes like a different taste' BOY HOWDY doesn't that just narrow it down.'

'>:('

'You should have started with that - '(y/n), this tastes different from other tastes i've tasted', I would've got it from the beginning.'

'>:(((((('

LOTSA MOMENT LIKE THAT, ACTUALLY. Esp for describing things that,, Humans Can't Eat?? <333

HIS FAVORITES???

Icecream, Gelato, Sherbet, Sorbet - any variation of Cold and Sugary and Soft. TBH,, overall he really likes sweets? He'll purposefully eat a bunch of your favorite candy so that when you kiss, he tastes like your favorite candy <3

I ALREADY MENTIONED SPICE BUT <333 YEA, he really likes vvv spicy foods. Or just straight spoonfuls of chili powder. It takes him a while to build a tolerance but He Isn't A Quitter >:( he isn't gonna be beaten by some herb who do you think he is smnsmd.

OVERALL?? Super Intense Flavors. Very Sour, Very Sweet, etc. 100% Dark Chocolate, White Vinegar,

'Darling I don't have a liver, please stop looking at me like that >:(' yea he really likes Alcohol!! It's still jarring to see him finish an entire bottle of Vodka within an hour smndsmd - he can't get drunk, it just has a very Sharp Taste that he enjoys!!

<3 Toast, burnt to ratshit. Practically cinders. you're convinced that if he held it too hard it'd turn to ash. the correct way to eat toast 1v1 me

OH HE ALSO LIKES TEA <3 he mostly drinks it bc it smells like a garden!! How delightful <3 yea he uses like 7 teabags what about it?

NO BUT THERE'S DEFINITELY A HORNY ANGLE HERE <333

You REFUSE to let him eat anything at first because!!! You want the first thing he tastes to be special!!! It can't just be a cheese toastie or smth, it should be something memora- wait when did he get on his knees-?

OH YEAH <33333

<3 you wanted it to be special, right? <3 there is literally nothing in the world that's more special to him than you. please he is not above begging right now

<3 the sound he makes when his tongue makes contact is akin to a man finding an oasis? <3

you're at least 99% sure he came instantly,,,, but you don't bring it up bc <333 you know he's gonna get flustered, and you wanna make sure he gets to enjoy himself!!!!!

Just this,, fantastically throaty groan as he yanks you closer <333 probably a muffled 'oh fuck - oh fuck' while his tongue explores!!

he <333 needs a minute to process all the feelings n new sensory input - lots of stop-starting?? Like he'll slow down and get this Massive Shiver before continuing??? <3333

OKAY HE MIGHT GET A BIT DISTRACTED FROM,,, y'know your genitals bc he'll get caught up kissing and licking your skin?? The salty-sweet taste is,, Completely New and he's enraptured <3

He doesn't even notice his moaning OR shaking?? Like his hands on your thighs are practically vibrating?? You can feel the vibrations from his mouth all the way down his tongue??? <333 yea he's kinda lost in his own world

<3 all remaining composure is gone when you cum. He's sucking n licking and positively gulping like it's the last meal he'll ever get <333 he looks positively disheveled when he pulls back to look at you.

ORAL BECOMES HIS NEW FAVORITE THING <333 listen you aren't going to work for a solid few days, maybe a week. He needs to figure out how Every Inch of you Tastes <3

EEEEEE FUCK THIS WAS SUCH AN ABSOLUTE BLAST, THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK!!!