Chapters: 2/8
Fandom: Conan the Barbarian & Related Fandoms, Conan - Robert E. Howard
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bêlit/Conan the Cimmerian
Characters: Bêlit (Conan the Barbarian), Conan the Cimmerian
Additional Tags: otp, Hyborian Age, Kinktober, Sword & Sorcery, sword & smut, BDSM, S/M, Femdom Pegging, Bukkake, Hate Sex, frotage, Chastity, Waxplay, stuck in wall, Orgasm Denial, Selfcest, Drug Use, Shotgunning, Temperature Play, uniform, Exhibitionism, Footjob, Public Sex, Watersports, foodplay, Piss kink, piss drinking
Summary:
Erotica and smut. Conan and Belit share a deep bond that is both deeply loving and lustful. The entries are done to varying degrees of detail based on my interest of exploring the given avenues.
Broke: Female werewolves barely existing bc it’s isn’t sexy, girls don’t carry the gene, they just don’t look like “traditional” male werewolves, other bs, etc
Woke: Female werewolves are just as big and hairy and nasty, if not more so, than male werewolves and I’m in love with all of them
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Between pounding heartbeats, she strained to hear any indication those shadows were cast by living beings. She was in luck; beyond the columns came the telltale clicking of interlaced ringlets. Tseren knew the sound of chainmail; who or whatever, the unseen foe was, they were well armored, and she cautioned to guess, well armed. Behind Hasur slithered an unarmored naga, low to the ground. Body twice Hasur’s length and covered in pale mossy-green scales with a yellow under belly gliding without sound, glinting in its trained hand was a wicked dagger. While Hasur was focused on the distant sound of its better armored companion, it reared up, blade poised to dive into flesh.
i know we are our own worst critics. but exclaiming “my writing is horrible” is not at all helpful. be more gentle with the words you use.
you know how detrimental those words can be to other writers. that’s why we don’t go around saying it. you gotta give yourself the same respect you give other writers