adult zone for adults

name is bird

31? heck im old

nonbiney

gender neutral pronouns and sometimes also he/him but in a butch way but also in an effeminate way

sexuality: idk it’s complicated. t4t though (bi?)

kinks: orgasm denial and forced orgasms, royalty kink, knight/armor kink, monsterfucking, power dynamics, hypnosis, sex magic, hurt/comfort, something I call “big penis problems.” stuff that would be fucked up if it happened irl ☺️

I like making up smutty stories with people!! Let’s be friends an objectify blorbos together 🙂‍↕️

h/c blog in a penis hat

when he grew into his full size mortarion used to have these weird hazy dreams of someone being kind to him and he'd wake up bizarrely sticky

necare eventually noticed. and explained to him that this was disgusting and pathetic, and that if he couldn't control himself he'd need to be taught.

needless to say he was viscerally glad when those urges went away after the Emperor found him, though he didn't connect it with any of the modifications he recieved.

the emperor's sons are above base urges? primarchs + astartes represent the best of humanity and that means their things don't get hard like that? thank the emperor.

nowadays, once every few years, mortarion will slip fulgrim a note requesting some sedatives. and fulgrim will grumble "I wish you'd learn to accept that your own body can be a source of pleasure. You are a fool, and it saddens me," but he hands over the forklift of astartes-level tranquilizers anyway.

mortarion drugs himself into what is effectively a coma for about a week, with the intent of letting certain plants within nurgle's domain take care of his bodily functions.

and he wakes up clear-headed and relaxed and not at all sticky! which is fantastic. there's no way any arrangement could possibly be better than this one. yippee :)

so when he gets instantly and terribly hard from you brushing his hair, he feels sick. and not in the "brand new blessing from nurgle" way.

his brothers put you up to taking care of him because he hasn't been looking after himself

eating unnerves him. you have to take bites of everything to prove it's not poisoned and then chew it and then hand-feed the rest to him

even in his own territory, he's still sore from his injuries. his exposed organs have needed to regrow entirely

during battle he usually hitches up his exposed intestines. but when he's just relaxing they kind of trail around like tentacles. weirdly soft, like worms.

sometimes he will absentmindedly stroke or adjust his organs and they're so wet and slimy that it looks weirdly sexual. especially because of the gleaming trail it leaves on his hands

nervous about letting you bathe him because that means he'll be completely unarmored. keeps his scythe within arm's reach

fascinated by watching you clean his scythe. eyes half-lidded, breathing heavy. your hands, voluntarily, encircling something so precious to him...

hair down to his waist. takes forever to untangle. he tenses a little every time you tug on it but refuses to admit he's sensitive.

you find some nurgling snail slime that works weirdly well as conditioner and the way the tension bleeds out of his shoulders feels like an achievement.

has several favorite mud pools and sulfuric natural springs within nurgle's territory. the temperature is close to boiling, and the gas could sear off a baseline's flesh, but he basks in the heat.

has never had his soft fuzzy moth wings properly groomed. there's patches of scabs and dandruff the size of dinner plates. "I know you don't get diseases from all this dead skin, but doesn't it annoy you? How do you fly like this?" "...Hmm?" (Good luck getting a coherent answer while you're touching his wings. He is absolutely lost in the sauce. The sauce is someone touching him and not hurting him)