dwarfelfsmut

[dwarfelfsmut]

okay I’ve had this in my head all day and I want to write some smutty slow burn between one elf and a gaggle of dwarves. This has grasped my brain so much that I had to make a separate account just to talk about this, because no one can know how fully and sincerely this has gripped me.

just… the potential for things like… a cave-in where one of the dwarves has to save the elf (or vice versa) but then they end up trapped together for a while.

Or, there’s a moment where one of the dwarfs hesitates before putting the iron collar on the elf… they let him go without chains after-hours at the pub because there are plenty of dwarves there to watch over him. But during mining hours, there isn’t always someone hovering over him. This dwarf has started to believe though that the elf won’t run off… they’ve talked about how the elf prince disliked the political atmosphere of his home, how he wished that the elves and dwarves weren’t at odds, and even how he could see things from the dwarven side a bit more clearly than the elven side, even. The dwarf mentions that he might ask about doing away with the chains and iron collar, that he’s starting to feel bad about it. The elf stops him though. “I was always alone back at my palace. Only ever called on for appearances and speeches, but mostly just alone.” He pauses and gently touches the collar that was just placed on him. “I actually kind of like this. It’s like a reminder that I’m not alone now. That no matter what, at the end of the day you will come back to remove it, and then take me to the tavern. I don’t have to wonder whether or not you’ll come back for me, because I have this.”

Or an intimate moment where a dwarf is going over how different they are physically and how could this elf find him attractive when he has so many scars, and the elf tells him “it means you’ve fought for the people you love and the things you believe in” but then what about how much bigger he is? Bigger than most other dwarves even? “You were well fed and cared for by someone who loves you. You’ve lived a rich and full and loving life.” “Oh, but you couldn’t possibly find these stubby, wide fingers attractive” and he puts his hand up against the elf’s, comparing the delicateness of his hand to his own stout and weathered fingers. “Oh *those*. I do like them, actually. Maybe I’ve even thought about some of the things they might be able to do,” and here he pauses nervously before steeling himself and, with all the confidence he can muster, takes the dwarf’s hand, bringing it close, and gently taking the index finger into his mouth…

@princess-prettyboy is it okay if I write like, a ton of stuff based off of your concept? It’s eating my entire brain, you have done such a wonderful thing here.

a delicate elven prince has been thrown in irons and put to work in the dwarven mine