Sep 29, 2024
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Let’s play “pretend Zodi is good at drawing proportions”
love that the feanorians in Old Gods have one (1) straight person per generation. Everyone else fruity as hell
Feanor 🤝 Caranthir 🤝 Elros being genuinely heterosexual
Feanorian Week WIP - Maglor
[from my Old Gods au WIP, since I'm not sure I'll finish before the week ends]
“No, this way.” Maglor sighed as Fëanor once again grabbed his hands and repositioned them. “Pa, I know how to do this.” Fëanor shook his head, tapping a finger against the wet deerskin. “You are holding the tools wrong. You will cut the skin doing it like that.” “Your angle is too steep,” he said, and Maglor dutifully watched how he held the scrapper and pulled it against the skin. “Like this. You see?” “Yes, Pa,” he chirped. Really, he didn’t see much difference between this and how he did it, but Fëanor had been on edge all week and he wasn’t keen on standing through a half-coherent lecture about the right way to do it that was really about something else that none of them quite understood.
[Sometimes, you just have to smile and nod and let Pa do his thing]
SHAMURA WITH NO PUPILS SHAMURA WITH NO PUPILS SHAMURA WITH NO PUPILS
can yall guess who is my fav bishop?
Old Gods AU, where Molly and Caleb were once gods of a time before Exandria. Upon the ending and passing of that time, their souls are released into the world of Exandria by the current gods. Of course, Molly and Caleb have no clue they were once gods. The powers they once had are extremely dormat and their memories practically lost to history. However, their old god selves were married, and Molly and Caleb tend to act on things that seem quite to natural with each other.
we could be immortals
this is a dtiys! rules below :]
Love love LOVE all the Thistlecaster you bring to the fanfic table!! Got any 🌹?
She doesn't want some incredible magical dead-god soulmate. She doesn't. She has Gorgug.
send a 🌹 and i'll share one sentence from a wip!
Prelude
Here ya go, you perverts! Enjoy!
Credit goes to @necroticguts for coming up with this AU. And of course, to @bound-tosydney who wanted outdoor sex. I hope you're both happy with yourselves.
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TW: Predator/prey, sex, mentions of fertility.
The forest thrummed with excitement as the hunter chased his wife through the woods. She might prove worthy prey, but the wife can’t stop giggling and giving away her position. She wants the hunter to catch her, and he is prepared to give her exactly what she wants.
The hunter cornered his wife in a glade, and as he tackled her to the ground he had the absurd thought that she was unlike any beast he had ever caught before. Hunting her was like hunting a fairy.
“Oh no! You got me!” The wife openly laughs as the hunter pins her to the forest floor. Her smiles are warm, and affectionate, and only for him, him, him. “Please, dear hunter! Mercy!” She shrieks in laughter as the hunter smothers her with kisses, any fight she puts up purely for show.
The hunter likes this game, and takes a moment to look down at his wife in consideration. Just to play along. “If I give you half a chance, you’ll slip away again.” The hunter moves his hand to his wife’s throat, gently rubbing her jaw with his thumb.
“Oh, you darling man.” The wife said wistfully. “I am exactly where I want to be. Listen.” She flicks her eyes to the forest around them, and the hunter listens closely for sounds around them. “No one’s around. We are completely alone.”
The hunter feels his heart swell, but he tries to continue. “What are you suggesting?”
She grins at him, kissing the tip of his nose. “You should take full advantage of your prey.”
The hunter stared at his wife in open adoration. Before her he had never imagined another person could want him, or find joy in his presence. She was everything to him. “You are so, so very beautiful.” He whispers, a little breathless and overwhelmed by the moment.
The wife lifted her hands to cup the hunter’s face, her expression blissful. “I am in love with the most wonderful man in the world.”
It’s too much emotion. The hunter swoops down and fiercely kisses his wife. She makes happy little sounds and holds on tight as he starts bunching the skirt of her dress up to her thighs. She quietly begs him to go faster between kisses, and when he reaches for her core she’s already soaking.
“How are you so wet?” The hunter groans, marvelling at her arousal. The wife gasped as he ran his fingers over her, pressing down on her clit too briefly.
“No reason!” The wife protested, her cheeks flushed scarlet.
“What’s the matter?” The hunter grins and slowly rubs his wife’s clit again. Her breathing catches and she starts to let out adorable little sounds that make him want to tease her more. “Having impure thoughts? Maybe you were thinking about what I’d do to you once I caught you?” She whines and grinds her hips up against his hand, holding on tight to his shoulders. “Poor thing.” The hunter murmured to his wife. “Tell me what you need.”
Her blush deepens, and she struggles to speak between little gasps and moans. “Please.” She mewls.
“Please what?” The hunter gently ran his fingers over her, running lower to play with her entrance.
The wife let out a long moan that the hunter relished in. “Please, I need you.” She said breathlessly. “Please, I need you. I want you, I love you. Please.” She murmured these words over and over again, leaning up to nuzzle against the hunter and kiss his stubbly jaw.
Despite his bravado, the hunter closes his eyes as the moment threatens to overwhelm him. It strikes him sometimes just how much his wife loves him. It’s a little scary. The hunter had never considered that someone else could love him because he could not imagine loving himself. He had gotten so unbelievably lucky with his wife. She openly adored him, and found the idea that she might prefer someone else one day both insulting and disgusting. She was devoted to him and he loved her so unfathomably much it hurt sometimes. He has no words to express his love, so he reaches for the laces on his trousers to give his wife what she wants.
The wife lets out a high pitched whine as the hunter presses his hardened length against her, rubbing to slick himself up. “So warm.” She gasped.
“You just run cold.” He said with a small laugh. If he were a patient man he would draw this part out and enjoy his wife’s expressions. He’d toy with her and make her beg for him, but she’s ready for him and he’s never been able to resist her.
The fat, leaking head of the hunter’s cock slips into his wife with ease, and she clings to him and mewls in response. “Easy, love.” He soothed and rubbed her back as he slowly eased himself into her. When the hunter is fully seated in his wife he takes a moment to marvel at how good she feels around him. He loves the way she clamps down on him, and gives little thrusts against him.
“S’good. It’s so good.” The wife moaned, burying her face in the hunter’s neck. “Move, please. Please, I need you to move. Please.”
The hunter lay gentle kisses all over his wife’s face as he began to move his hips. She let out a long, happy sound as he began to thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her against him.
“You feel so, so good.” The wife breathed, trying to thrust back against him as she lay kiss after kiss against his lips.
The hunter loved how she talked when they were together like this. He revelled in the idea that she wanted him, that he was desirable in her eyes and wanted this as much as he did. The hunter set a thumb to her clit and began to rub as he fucked her.
“I get to do whatever I want with my prey.” He grunted, grinding into his wife as she gasped and cried for him. “And I want you to cum.”
“Eden, please!” She moans his name, and he gives a particularly hard thrust that sends her over the edge. Her moans ring in his ears as he focuses on the pleasure of driving his cock into her again and again. She squelches and squeezes him as the hunter feels something white hot building in his abdomen. He grinds against her as he cums, nestled up as close as he can get to her cervix. It was important he fill her as much as possible.
The hunter and his wife lay there, clinging to each other for a while. Finally the wife said, “I told you trying for a baby would be fun.”
He huffed a breathless laugh at her. “I never doubted it would be.” He grinned at her, at the silliness of the moment. “This was a really fun idea, though.” The hunter kissed his wife gently, and pulled her into his arms as they lay in the grass.
It was a beautiful Summer day, and the hunter loved his wife. He loved her more than any god had ever loved another, and he wanted to be with her forever. As they lay in the soft grass she nuzzled against him. She was probably going to doze off again. That was just fine. The hunter could carry his wife home. She’d been so good for him, after all.
He would do anything for her, and he was her world.