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grnherbs · 1 month

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Dry humping with Oscar?

bump n grind | op81

eighteen plus / mdni

3:57am

he nuzzled his head into the side of your neck, tired cuddling turning into sleepy kissing along your jaw line and leaving open mouthed touches there, he moved back to look into your eyes, warm, veined hand coming up to rest on your neck.

“i missed you so much baby” he sighs out, bringing his lips to your own this time, melding them together like puzzle pieces. you give into the kiss, your tongue dancing with his now, soft whine leaving your lips as you lay beneath him.

“this weeks been hell without you, don’t leave me again” you say, after pulling away and he nods, knowing that wasn’t something he could control, but maybe the false promise would help.

his soft eyes meet yours and you pull his body closer to yours, rolling your body to meet his and feeling a semi hard forming between the both of you, he lets out a stunted groan and rolls back against you. both of you were far too tired to initiate anything more than clothed grinding, but at the angle you both were at, that didn’t seem to matter.

you moved some more this time, hand coming up to the nape of his neck, tangling in the curls that settle there, pulling on them slightly, earning another grind, oscar’s cock virtually pulsing in his boxers now.

you pull yourself away, looking down to see a small wet patch on his boxers, unsure which of you it had come from, the thin material of your panties weren’t doing much to cover the wetness you were dealing with. biting your lip, you bring your hips back together, seeing the pink tinge upon oscar’s cheeks, breathless and desperate.

you grind up again and he pushes back against you, breath hitching in his throat, hand coming down to rub small circles on your hips, soft touchers shares between you as you find near release in the confines of each other.

“you feel so good baby, i- i missed you so much” he rolls his hips at a quicker, more desperate pace now, bucking up against your clit at the perfect angle “fuck, that’s my good girl” he practically growls out at you and your eyes roll back at the praise, scratching his shoulders in a bid to ground yourself.

his thighs are between your legs, curled round eachother as he groans in your ear, nibbling on the soft skin of your neck, leaving marks behind. “so… so good, feel so…” he chokes out, vocal to you, knowing he was close and you move your hips to match his pace, your own orgasm building between the both of you.

his eyes widen and he nearly chokes out when he paints his boxers and your panties with his cum, your own climax closely following, heavy breaths between you and he drops his head, shaking in your arms, finding his strength and trying to regain his breath, sweat on both of your skin.

he pulls back, kissing you gently and you smile, fresh faced “welcome home baby”

#herbs thoughts #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri #oscar piastri smut #op81 imagine #op81 x reader #op81 #piastri #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 smut #f1 fic #formula 1 smut #formula one smut #formula 1

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flowerprintundies · 2 months

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Get stepped on.

#myart #fanart #herbert west #jeffrey combs #reanimator #based off some wacky pinterest reference photo #just thought it fit herb so well haha

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reaninateor · 1 year

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still thinking about that one herb-deisgnated fuck-up from bride of reanimator that had a whole titty attached to his shoulder. why did he do that

#does anyone else think about this #what was the thought process #was this where your top surgery leftovers went #be honest herb #herbert west #reanimator #bride of reanimator

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vamp-a-day · 4 months

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day 60

"It doesn't happen often but it's... not pretty. Takes a lot of juice to get him calmed down."

#vampire cookie daily #cookie run #vampire cookie #sparkling cookie #herb cookie #mint choco cookie #juice bar regulars #berry11 #i know this probably wasn't the answer you were looking for #but i had this idea and thought it was funny #mint and herb: sees vamp maybe once or twice a week #sparkling: lives with the creature #im having a lot of fun playing around with comic panels in these can you tell

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rubenesque-as-fuck · 4 months

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Got the newest vax shot today, and in anticipation of it knocking me on my butt I am making a lovely pot of stew.

#food #beef stew #with lots of added veggies and such #potatoes herbs tri color carrots mushrooms garlic pearl onions and peas #i haven't had stew in forever #and I'm already crashing a bit from this shot so I'm glad I thought of this #working from home tomorrow thankfully

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fallstreakfeathers · 1 year

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Human as you are

When you tell him you want to demat his hair, you're met with a scoff

"It'd have to be cut. All of it. Make me uglier than I already am" he snarls

You disagree, and sweetly push, reassure, promise

He rolls his eyes, fights, tries to intimidate

Mumbles a sarcastic "only if you're naked, too"

He hopes it shuts you up. Embarrasses. Deflects your horrible insistence

To his shock, terror, you agree.

You sit behind him, nude in water a little too warm for your liking, muscles undoubtedly to cramp in the small space of a tub not meant for two people, but that's okay

It's claustrophobic, suffocating

But that's okay, too, because he's letting you close to him

Letting himself be vulnerable

An honor even his sister rarely sees, you're aware, even if he's mostly hidden himself from you by the ridiculous amount of soap bubbles that surround your bodies like snowfall

Even if he refuses to let his weary eyes meet yours

Gentle hands soak his gnarled, broken strands with conditioner and detanglers

He flinches under your touch

Your touch, which has never hurt him, would never, could never

But the world has, the world will, the world takes wicked joy in it, and that is enough to justify the tenseness of his shoulders and the bobbing of his throat as he swallows, forcing himself to still

To trust his judgement

To trust you

You pretend not to notice, preserve his pride, devour your own

He swears it burns where your flesh touches his, wonders if you think him as diseased as everyone else does, wonders if you even care

Wonders if Daki allowed you this time away from scrubbing floors to spoil her dear brother

Wonders how you stand the stench, human as you are, of the blood and gore and the decomposing filth that may as well take up as much of his head as his dark locks do

A bladed comb cuts through the worst of it, straightening the rest as much as his hair allows

He watches your reflection in the water, watches your tongue poke through your lips as you concentrate on a particularly stubborn mat, watches you smile as you massage the falling suds into the spots on his shoulders- not to erase but to soothe

You would never hurt him

You work long, and pull so many unsavable chunks from his head he fears you really might cut him bald

You work hard, and resist the urge to playfully squish the inky dots below the corners of his mouth

There's no pain in your work, not enough for an Oni of his strength to notice, but you apologize every time the brush catches his knots anyway

It's cute

You're cute, he thinks

Eventually, slowly, he allows himself to lean into you

Relaxes in the warmth surrounding him

He tells himself it's only so you don't have to stretch so far to reach him

Wouldn't want you to hurt your weak human arms

Ignores the inner voice that snickers with the knowledge that if he weren't so ugly, prideful, scared, he may have even allowed himself to smile

And when you leave, finally, to let him to wash his lower half without the threat of you, and he's left to sit in cooling water, eyes wide in the confusion that someone dares to care for him in such a way, like he's not disgusting, like he's not a monster, like he's a person, he pretends the tears threatening to fall is just the water left from his hair.

#not obey me #gyutaro #gyutaro x you #gyutaro x reader #i dont remember writing this #found it in my notes after taking too much sleepy herbs to combat my insomnia #bathing and caretaking #undetermined relationship #but you and gyu are definitely super close #probably a little ooc #but it seems decently liked on ao3 so i thought id throw it here and bolt #not my usual style of writing #weird punctuation #i just want to demat and de-flea gyu and also take care of Urogi's wings but im stuck in THIS horrible reality #formatting on mobile sucks

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godlizzza · 22 days

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can u write trans danbert smut? your choice whos trans or both is good! :-)

"That's...interesting," Herbert said.

It wasn't the worst answer Dan had imagined but it wasn't exactly the most promising either.

"Um. Okay," he replied from his spot in the middle of the living room. Herbert, sitting primly on the sofa, legs crossed, hands in his lap, watched him with a slight furrow in his brow. Dan's hands went from hanging by his sides, to his hips, to awkwardly crossing over his chest. His palms were clammy and his brow was damp with cold sweat. "Is that-? Is that a good interesting?"

Herbert seemed to consider this before shrugging. "It's a neutral interesting."

"This doesn't change anything though," Dan insisted, eying Herbert's expression for any cracks, any sign that what he'd just heard made him think differently of Dan. "Nothing would be any different."

"Well, that's not true," Herbert said, causing Dan's heart to freeze in his chest. "A vagina is considerably different to a penis."

Dan's heart stuttered back to life as he nearly choked on his own spit.

"Where did you even get that thing?" Herbert asked, eyes blown wide and glued to Dan's dick.

Dan glanced down at his strap-on, now secured in the harness. The weight of it between his legs was a comfort, the colour of it so close to that of his skin he could pretend it was a part of his body. He gripped it in a loose fist as he turned back to Herbert, who was splayed out on the bed, his legs knocked apart.

He looked deliciously disheveled, with his glasses off, shirt unbuttoned and pants on the floor. He still wore his socks, held up by a pair of black garters, the strip of spandex the same colour as the hair dusting his legs. Dan could see he was getting hard, his cock pushing against the confines of his white briefs, and that knowledge- that the sight of Dan's naked body was affecting Herbert so much- had his back straightening and his spirits lifting.

"At a shop," Dan replied, bracing one knee on the edge of the mattress, between Herbert's spread legs. He rubbed the head of it against the inside of Herbert's thigh and smirked at the flush that bloomed across his pale skin. "Like it?"

"It's-" Herbert swallowed and Dan watched his throat bob, "-big."

Dan chuckled as he crawled onto the bed and over Herbert, forcing him onto his back. Herbert blinked up at him, cheeks pink, as Dan leaned down and nuzzled at his neck. Their chests were pressed flush together, something Dan would have once avoided in the bedroom, before his surgery a couple of years ago. Now, he reveled in the matching flatness of his and Herbert's pecs, their body heat seeping into each other.

"You'll be fine," Dan murmured as he nosed at Herbert's neck. "I believe in you."

Herbert snorted, his hands coming up tentatively to grip Dan's shoulders. "Well, thank you for that vote of confidence. That's very kind of y-"

He broke off with a gasp as Dan cupped him through his briefs. His fingers dug into Dan's shoulders as he ground his palm against Herbert's erection, bringing him to full hardness. Herbert moaned into his ear and Dan soaked in the sound, spurring him on to reach past Herbert's waistband and take him in his hand.

The noise Herbert let out was obscene, throaty and loud, and sending Dan's blood shooting south. He was tempted to finish Herbert off then and there, as he had quite a few times before. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of watching Herbert come apart from his touch, but they'd gone into this tonight with a game plan that Dan intended to stick to.

He withdrew his hand, earning him a whine of protest, but Dan barreled on, tugging at Herbert's underwear until Herbert acquiesced and lifted his legs up. Dan pulled Herbert's briefs down the length of his legs and tossed them somewhere over his shoulder. He took a brief moment to take in the sight of Herbert's bare, weeping cock dripping against his stomach, before he was crowding over him again and kissing him feverishly.

"Shh," Dan said against Herbert's lips. "Shh, let me."

Herbert's head tipped back against the pillow and he whimpered at the ceiling as Dan reached for the lube.

He'd never fucked someone in the ass before and Herbert, in turn, had never been fucked up the ass, so it was a first for the both of them. It took some time and a lot of work from Dan's fingers to get Herbert loose and relaxed enough to take Dan's dick, but once he was sheathed inside him, they both let out matching moans.

Herbert's skin was blotchy and red from his face, down to his chest, both from the worked-up state he was in and the ministrations of Dan's mouth as he'd pried him open. His head was tipped back, his hands holding Dan's shoulders in a vice grip and the balls of his feet digging into the backs of Dan's thighs. Dan fucked into him shallowly, each roll of his hips drawing a gasping breath from Herbert's lips. The base of the silicone strap rubbed against Dan's t-dick as he fucked into Herbert, sending lightning pleasure shooting up his spine.

"Fuck," he panted into Herbert's neck. "Fuck. Herbert-"

"Keep going," Herbert hissed, his voice strained.

When Dan doggedly lifted his head up to look at him, he found Herbert with his eyes screwed shut. He hoped it was from pleasure and not the pain of taking him.

"Is that good?" Dan asked, but even so, unable to keep still. He kept rolling his hips, the length of his cock sliding in and out of Herbert. Dan almost wished he could lean back and watch it, but that would mean pulling away from Herbert and he wasn't prepared to do that. "Is that good, baby?"

Even in the throws of pleasure, Herbert had the capacity to look pissed off. He cracked an eye open to glare up at Dan.

"Don't call me that," he barked. He nudged his heel into Dan's ass, none too gently. "And don't stop."

Dan had no plans on stopping. He curled his fingers into the sheets and proceeded to plough into Herbert with purpose, fucking him into the mattress. Every snap of his hips punched noises of pleasure out of Herbert and rubbed against Dan's dick. He could feel his orgasm quickly mounting, the sensation pooling like molten steel in his gut, and he knew if he didn't slow down it would soon be over.

But he didn't want to slow down- couldn't slow down. It was like he'd lost control of his body, his brain taking the back seat to his cock. He continued to fuck into Herbert, hard and fast, their moaning almost in synch with the squeak of the mattress.

"Fuck, you're hot," Dan babbled, enraptured by the bead of sweat clinging to Herbert's cheek.

Herbert arched up against him, his cock rubbing against Dan's stomach.

"Dan," he gasped, and that was enough to send Dan over the edge.

He came with a long groan, grinding against the strap through his orgasm, until the pulsations of pleasure ceased between his legs. Beneath him, Herbert came against his abs, his come spattering their skin and making their grinding bodies squelch. Dan didn't mind the mess though. In that moment, he felt as though nothing could ever bother him again. What could possibly bring him down from a cloud so high?

Dan slumped over Herbert, boneless, and after a minute of heavy breathing from the both of them, Herbert began to squirm beneath him. With a grunt, Dan pulled out and rolled over, flopping back against the mattress. Herbert's arm craned over Dan's chest, fumbling on the bedside table for his glasses. Dan passed them to him wordlessly and Herbert slipped them on as he tried to catch his breath.

Eventually, Dan broke the silence by saying, "See? I told you you could handle it."

Herbert responded by slapping him on the shoulder.

Dan just laughed.

#i thought about writing trans herb but i feel like we see a lot more of that than we do trans dan so here ya go!#this is my first time writing a trans character so i hope i did it justice :)#danbert #dan cain #herbert west #re-animator #reanimator #asks #my fics #writing prompt #spicy spicy spice

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peachdues · 3 months

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can’t wait to see Giyuu’s evolution from “you’re not a woman you’re a menace” to “you’ve been my most treasured encounter” in Great War bestie uwu

hehehehe he falls hard and fast and doesn’t even realize he’s fallen hard or fast

Like he’s so clueless —-

#‘my impure thoughts are obviously because of the herbs that’s it that’s the answer’#giyuu no #you think she’s hot #giyuu tomioka #🍑’s asks

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haharuspex · 2 months

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phew, okay, pathologic oc time!!

“I don’t gather. I don’t sing. I don’t dance. That’s for others, but for me - it's to hunt, to pretend, to scavenge. Cattle is content, it knows its purpose, herbs don’t resist when I pluck them, but the rest... Oh, odonghs hate me. Herb brides, too. They tore off my tail once and I haven’t bothered them since."

"Hunter", a steppe creature, is rumored to have crawled out of rivers so deep that their bottom originates in Suok's guts. He (it, she, they, whatever, it doesn't care) took on a more or less humanoid appearance when it first met people, because he hunts best when it imitates its favorite prey. That’s why Hunter resembles herb brides in some ways - he loves to feed on them, because he secretly envies their talent to communicate with Earth. He "steals" this talent after consumption, but it doesn't stay for long.

He does not enter the Town just yet because he's lowkey afraid lmao, but engages in barter on the outskirts. He can exchange twyre of any rarity and the organs of odonghs/herb brides for lemons. He fucking loves lemons. He doesn’t even eat them, he collects them as a kind of treasure, and in his underground lair they somehow, magically ig, don’t rot - they just chill there like a hoard of citrus gold.

His true form is a long black half-snake, and his poison, at worst, can paralyze and kill, and at best (when processed properly) can become an anesthetic or a medicine to boost immune system.

his hair is snakes and twyre and certain daredevils are eager to use it as an ingredient for a homemade snake wine lol

#pathologic #мор утопия #pathologic oc #my oc #my art #how else do i tag it lmao #i've had this idea for a loooong while and finally sketched smth #basically a different version of my already existing oc but make it PATHOLOGIC #also the daredevil in question is andrey #ofc #he traded brown twyre with him but also Wondered how much else this creature can offer #might or might not sketch smth about it later #there was also an idea where hunter kinda... ends up working in andrey's pub #as a herb bride of sort but not really whatever #he attempts to eat clients at his first day anyway lmao #andrey shoves his jaws on a bucket lets the venom spill down and maybe keeps a couple of snakes from his head as a trophy #or for snake wine #whatever whatever whatever a lot of thoughts not enough time to record and sketch all of them

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cargoshortsenjoyer · 5 months

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This is Herbert West about to experiment on Jeffrey Combs. The concept originally came from @heliojip on here. He hasn't released his image yet though.

I had begun jokingly brainstorming how Jeffrey Combs would react if he was transported into the Reanimator universe and met Herbert. I think he'd escape with his knowledge of how horror movies work and how to act if you wanna be the survivor, and then go eat some keebler fudge magic middles (discontinued). Then Herbert would find him and Jeffrey would have to make up a reason why they look so similar, and he'd tell him that he was his REAL biological dad; the sperm donor to his actually adoptive father. Anyways if you want more of this headcanon tell me, it was fun

#herbert west #jeffrey combs #tell me if i should tag this in any specific way #reanimator #re-animator #tell me your ideas for how theyd interact too if you want #but a contingency in my mind is that jeffrey acts very normal. its a good contrast to herbert and a way to avoid making this weird #unless its already weird. write to me your thoughts!#i used 4 ref images to get this right. im glad i put in the effort #the surgical table doesnt fully follow the ref image but whatever. i still think it looks really good #i shouldve timed myself!! i usually do darn.#i am MOST proud of their faces/facial expressions/likenesses #herb still looks like herb even tho i exaggerated his mouth and nose #just a little but i also wanted to draw relatively realistically #its kinda fun #you have more lines to make a person look like themselves #and of course i love drawing weird perspectives #i also like the lines of the way i drew their hair. especially jeffrey's #dunno how to elaborate on that tho #tell me exactly your thoughts. critique is welcome

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green-cargaytions · 1 month

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i.

i was sitting in a black 2001 mazda

mute with the taste of cheap chocolate

along my molars and the promise of

cheaper tears stuck in my throat

it was nighttime.

i wondered if god believed in me.

something felt like comfort in the dark

with the engine turned off

but the radio still going.

maybe god believed in me.

that’s faith, i thought, that’s continuation

that brings a reason to believe

to live

at the end of a hard hard day

like bruce springsteen said

(i was listening to bruce springsteen in the car)

but how to explain belief

when god cannot act

and does not save me,

save for my tentative belief?

because a kind and all powerful god would

(or maybe wouldn’t.

there are lots of explanations

but i only had one train of thought

in my parents’ black 2001 mazda)

maybe god believed in me with the distant

compassion of a teacher

overworked in an enormous school

noticing a statistically average student.

ii.

the congregation gathers by the river

with boom mics and bucket hats

and dust covered legs and tube socks

and god gathers by the splash of stars

invisible in this well lit sky

with an intangible warm hug around me

psychological

self-soothing

or not —

the river flows and the congregation remains.

maybe i believe in god like

an animal

believes in the naturalist

standing above it

with a camera.

god can’t interfere

(even if it hurts)

(even if we look up at Them with something approaching sentience)

god must remain impartial.

god adheres to a code of ethics

just like all witnesses.

#poetry #hi is this anything lol #notes from the herb garden #thoughts on deism….faith w/o religion…someone play abstract (psychopomp)#and also bruce springsteen

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grnherbs · 9 months

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eigteen plus, mdni

hybrid!leon in a particularly brutal heat, who can't stop his hips from rocking into you time and time again, no matter how hard he tries to escape your scent he can't get enough of it and he buries his nose deeper still into your collar.

he thrusts sloppily over and over, willing himself to somehow get deeper each time and whining when he finds he couldn't physically get closer if he tried. his veined hands gripping the pillow behind your head, whining and fucking up into you, tip reaching the very head of your cervix.

"mph. fuck baby, you feel so fucking tight, this pussy is fucking gripping my cock so good, gonna fill you up till you're dripping with my cum," he leans by your ear and with a sharp thrust he says "and then I'm gonna fuck it back into you."

the feeling of his rough shirt pressed against your sensitive nipples, chaffing them in the best way possible, you were whimpering now, shaking from your third orgasm of the evening. Leon becoming more and more relentless as time grew on. his cock still painfully hard for him.

"you smell so good baby, i don't, you gotta be fucking ovulating, your hormones are fucking insane, can smell you half way down the street sweet girl" his head was warm, a ball of sweat washing down his cheek as he reached his high for the second time.

he shakes through his orgasm, overstimulated but somehow it wasn't enough, as he began to rutt again and again against you "I'm sorry baby,, i can't, i just can't stop, it hurts so bad to not be in you, I'm sorry sweet girl, I'm sorry I'm not myself" he shakes again and again and you stroke your hand against his warm, tear stained cheeks as he chokes out a moan when your legs lock around him. "it's okay lee, just, just use me"

and he sobs at this, relief, hips faltering into you and you swear you can feel his cum slipping out, too full to hold anymore, his wet lips capturing your nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling around the tip. when pulling away he ushers "need to fuc- need to fuck you full of my babies, please, wanna see that stomach so fucking big and swollen, need you to be a pretty momma for me"