Imagine your society worships the moon

Call me Thunderfaun, I guess, or Faun for short. I can’t promise many stories, but this prompt from requests #60 resonated with me, so I figured I’d give back to this blog.

Content: fpreg, dubious consent on account of grooming from an early age, slight pain from deflowering.

At moonrise tonight, you were going to be of age.

For as long as you could remember, you’d lived towards this night. Out of all of your people’s customs, this was the single most important one.

Every thirty years, a young virgin girl, raised from childhood to ensure that she was untouched, would be offered to the great Lunar God on the night she turned of age and once a year until their thirtieth birth-night after that, to give birth to a son in nine months’ time.

Inevitably, those sons would grow into honourable warriors, prestigious scholars, or great leaders, bringing honour and wealth to your clan. And when a new girl would take over this most noble task, the previous one would move on to become one of the Domina Oriens, the religious leaders of your people, set to guide generations to come.

Taken shortly after your birth, you had been raised knowing that this was your sole purpose. You had been taught to read and write, instructed in the rites of your people, given extensive practice in healing and diplomatic relations, but most importantly in child-rearing. Your virginity, reserved for the Lunar Lord, was safeguarded fiercely – handmaidens guided you everywhere, and a silvered chastity belt kept you safe. Tonight, that effort would come to fruition.

At dusk, you were roused from sleep and brought to the Altar of the Moon by your handmaidens. Undressing you, they bathed you in the clear pond beside it, fingers running over your skin, through your hair, along your wide, childbearing hips, working you up till you were arching into their touches.

Just when you were about to beg for more, the oldest of your handmaidens stepped forward.

“My lady,” she murmured, caressing your cheek, “tonight, as you have matured, we trust the Lunar Lord to guide you into your destiny. We will unlock the way for you, but the last of the journey is yours.”

Procuring a key from her necklace, she knelt before you, unlocking your chastity belt with deft movements.

You shivered as she took the device away – in eighteen years, you had only had the belt undone for an hour at a time, and never for this purpose.

Your handmaiden got to her feet again, pressing her lips to your forehead. “Moon and stars guide you,” she murmured.

As one, your handmaidens gathered around her and walked back towards the temple, not glancing back – the greatest taboo of all.

Taking a moment to gather your nerve, you turned away, walking up the steps to the altar.

The altar itself was silvered, inlaid with golden decorations. The full moon’s light was reflected in it, and you laid down on top of it as you had been told, waiting with closed eyes and bated breath.

After what felt like forever, you somehow knew you were no longer alone, a suspicion confirmed when you heard a deep male voice chuckle.

“My, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

Despite having been told not to, you sat up slightly, startled.

Standing by your feet was a tall, male figure. Silver, shoulder-length hair framed his delicate face, and his tall, broad-shouldered frame only looked broader because of the polar bear fur that lined his clothing.

He grinned widely at your surprise, sitting down by your feet. “Like what you see so far?”

“Oh – my Lord,” you murmured, giving an improvised half-bow.

“Please,” he said, lifting your head with a hand, “don’t be ashamed.”

You jumped when you felt a hand trailing down your stomach, pausing just above your mound.


You nodded mutely.

“Good,” he murmured, voice low.

Leaning forward, he kissed you, softly but firmly, resting his hands on your hips. Uncertain but eager to please, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer when he nudged you onto your back.

The Lunar Lord reached between your legs, a fingertip trailing between your slit, seemingly searching for something. When you gasped suddenly, arching into him, you could feel his lips quirk up into a smile against yours, and his thumb lingered on that spot, drawing pitiful mewls from you.

Pulling away from your mouth slightly, he kissed along your cheek towards your ear, whispering into it, “Did they prepare you appropriately?”

Breathlessly, you nodded, shivering when his index finger moved to your entrance, sliding inside easily.

His free hand moved to your breasts, squeezing one of them softly.

“A truly fine vessel for my heirs. Of all the girls I’ve seen, I might just like you the most…”

“Ah – my Lord?…” you managed, blushing furiously.

“Just relax,” he murmured. “I’ll make sure you enjoy this.”

His hand moved away from your core, causing you to whimper, but your eyes went wide when you saw him unfasten his cloak and start to undo his clothes. When he pulled down his pants, his member sprung forth, its thickness intimidating to you without any frame of reference. You swallowed.

The Lunar Lord’s eyes fixed on your face, and slowly but deliberately, he took your wrist, bringing your hand to his member.

“Touch it,” he ordered.

You stared at him for a moment before complying, wrapping your hand around him, flinching a bit when his member twitched into your hand but persevering. His hands were cool, but this part of him was warm, and when you moved your hand slightly, he gave a shaky sigh, nodding.

“Just like that…”

Watching his face as you jerked him off, you were struck by his handsomeness. Fine-featured and elegant, but strong enough to carry the moon across the sky. Strong enough to protect your clan.

Strong enough to give you healthy sons.

You shivered.

After a few minutes, he grabbed your hand and pinned it down on the altar, working you onto your back. In one slow movement, he pressed into you to the hilt, taking your virgin pussy. You gasped in slight pain, squirming at the intrusion, but he held you down until you grew accustomed to him, nibbling at your neck.

His thrusts were slow initially, pulling out almost entirely before entering you to the hilt again, but he sped up as you grew more used to it, pleasure overtaking the soreness of your first time.

The more you felt him inside you, the more some sort of pressure built. When his hand reached between your legs again, you cried out and wrapped your legs around him to pull him in deeper, an offer he gladly took. When you were just moments away from reaching whatever culmination this would lead to, the Lunar Lord spoke up again.

“What will your offspring be like?” he murmured, voice smooth as silk, seemingly bypassing your ears entirely to nestle within your mind. “I can influence a lot of that, depending on what is needed at the moment and what my lovers wish. Conquerors, advisers, explorers, I’ve sired them all. Speak, and what you wish shall be yours, for generations to come.”

“G– god –” you managed, clinging to him tighter.

He chuckled softly, your reaction seeming to amuse him. “Speak, now. What is it that you wish for?”

“My Lord…” you gasped out. “Please, just – just give me your children, my Lord, that is all I have ever wished for. Just don’t stop…”

…the thrusting stopped.

Looking up in confusion, you saw him stare at you, a thoughtful frown on his face as he watched your face.

After an eternity, he shook his head slightly with a smile. “I can grant you that wish,” he said, picking up his pace and rubbing at your sweet spot harder. “Come for me now…”

Crying out, you felt yourself topple over the edge, coming on his cock, harder than you’d ever imagined it would feel like. You were aware of a molten, liquid feeling spreading inside you as the Lunar Lord’s member jerked, and you knew your purpose was fulfilled.

Lying back down on the altar, you tried to catch your breath, leaning into the hand brushing your hair out of your face.

Gently, the Lunar Lord pulled out of you, causing you to shiver at the sensation of his come dripping out of you, and started dressing himself again.

When he stood, dressed in his regalia again, he paused, walking up to you and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his hand resting above your womb.

“Your sons will be kings one day.”

With those words, he faded away. For a moment, you thought you saw his outline in the moonlight, but when you blinked, it was gone.

Exhausted, sleep took you, and memories of your Lord and master roamed your dreams.

Attention all Liam stans

I’ve been noticing that Liam stans are in one of the worst situations they’ve ever been in and almost worse than other stans in the fandom specifically because there is such a massive divide.
We are conflicted with the stunts and his promo and so many fucky things going on but I just have a request.

Pick a side.

There’s really only three options for us to believe right now 👇🏻

1. he’s agreeing to all of this and is OK with manipulating us and making us feel terrible and closeting himself and is pretty much being a terrible person.

2. it’s all true and he is with that hoe bag cheryl and again isn’t the Liam we know and he’s just being a dick cause that’s who he is.

3. none of this is his fault and he’s doing the best he can and he’s been closeted for seven years and is just trying to make a solo career with the massive limitations he’s been given and he deserves all our support cause he’s the victim.

IF YOU FALL IN THE FIRST TWO OPTIONS PLEASE JUST LEAVE. it’s ok. Your feelings are valid but for those who believe, like I do, that Liam is suffering then right now HE IS BEING ACTIVELY BOYCOTTED AND ITS NOT OK.

If you don’t like Liam anymore then do something else. Go find another fandom or a different boy to stan. Don’t focus your energy on bringing him down.

we need to band together and support Liam if we believe the 3rd option.
We just do.
Cause essentially he’s truely the victim and it sucks seeing all the stunts. It does and I hate it but seeing Liam not doing well on the charts because of bitter Harry, Zayn, and now Liam stans just breaks my heart.

Be a lover.
Give love.
Choose love.

America: NASA is my actual lover.

Russia:… NASA is a privately owned company.

America: And I’m a talking land mass. What’s your point? 

  • me after finishing a kdrama: this is my favourite drama ever nothing can top this
  • me after finishing a kdrama: help I've fallen in love with the actor
  • me after finishing a kdrama: help I've fallen in love with a fictional character
  • me after finishing a kdrama: so where does my life go from here

Okay but like am I the only one like INFREAKINGLOVE with Justin Foley in 13 reasons why like he’s my little bean and yes I’m upset with him for the dumb dumb things he’s done but fuck I want to protect him at all costs and the scene where he’s crying to jess and saying that he would have jumped or shot himself I was bawling my freaking eyes out. And when he can’t get ahold of anybody any of his fucking fake ass friends when he needed a place to go or when Seth his moms bitch of a boyfriend chokes him U CANT MY HEART EAS LIKE BEING DESTROYED OMG


while it may be hard to navigate this masquerade, we can still go back to our place with some cheap champagne. you’re my l o v e r.

My lover asks me:
”What is the difference between me and the sky?”
The difference,my love
Is that when you laugh
I forget about the sky.

                                                                                                        حبي يسألني:
                                                                              “ما هو الفرق بيني وبين السماء؟”
                                                                                                        الفرق، حبي
                                                                                            غير أنه عندما تضحك
                                                                                                     نسيان السماء.

—  Nizar Quabbai,My lover asks me(M.C.)
My Lover Smells Like Fish (1)

(( Pausing the other story I’m working on briefly to fulfill a request from @ennui160. This should be about five parts. ))

“It’s been throwing trash out of the tank— don’t feed it today.”

“Okay,” Alfred says, hiding his annoyance at his boss for not having informed him of this before he loaded the fish into the bucket. Turning around, he rolls his eyes and makes his way back into the stinky food storage room, prepared to throw the slimy fuckers into their holding tank. Apparently, mermen only eat live fish.

It’s kinda messed up, if you think about it. Humans don’t just dislocate their jaws and swallow live cows or nothin’.

Twenty minutes later, during lunch break, a comment from Francis has him looking up.

“It seems our aquatic friend is in a mood today.”

Alfred glances over at the tank they’re near, which happens to be the back wall access of the merman’s tank. It’s a pretty good observation point for the new exhibit, which explains why the handy metal picnic bench has been set up there. All the aquarium goers in the main areas can’t see the employees through the back glass, so it’s a prime spot to sit down and eat a sandwich so long as none of the overbearing scientists are trying to do work there.

“Yeah, Ludwig told me not to feed him.”

Francis purses his lips at that, expression soured. “I suppose that is the result of him throwing those awful pennies back out at the children?”

“Hey, man, it could’ve hit a kid in the eye or somethin’,” Alfred points out. “You can’t let bad behavior go unpunished or it’ll just get worse.”

“It’s a merman, Alfred, not a dog.”

“They’re really not that different.”

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